12x09 - The Final Chapter: The Steel in the Wheels

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BRENNAN:
Previously on Bones...

Hold on, Zack, okay?

This is a transfer, you understand that, correct?

I never k*lled the lobbyist.

I confessed because I assumed I would if I'd been instructed, but then last night I learned I'm not capable of k*lling.

I believe you.

I think I may have found a way to prove that the k*ller wasn't Zack based on the severity of the stabbing.

Wow. This is conclusive.

And yet, you don't seem excited.

Well, I'm just a little worried that this is too good to be true.

You think I planted evidence.

I can't look at evidence that may have been tampered with.

Then toss it.

♪ ♪

Dr. Hodgins, you're here earlier than usual.

What?

Oh, wait. Don't tell me it's morning already.

Angela is going to k*ll me.

You've been up working all night on Zack's case, haven't you?
Well, yeah.

What choice do I have?

His hearing is in two weeks.

You and Cam threw out the only evidence we have that would exonerate him.
Well, we threw it out because your evidence was suspect.

Do you really think that I would falsify my work?

For a friend... yes.

I am telling you that Zack's microbial signature showed up nowhere on the lobbyist's remains.

That doesn't matter.

Absence of evidence is not proof of innocence.

- You know that as well as anyone.
- Fine. Good.

Yeah. Well, at least I'm doing something, so.

I see.

You're implying that in the weeks since my father's death

- I have not committed myself...
- No, no, no, no.

Doc-- Dr. Brennan, wait, please.
That... that's not what I meant.

Dr. Hodgins, I assure you I have examined every piece of evidence at least a dozen times.

And as much as it pains me to say... Zack's sentence will not be overturned.

Now, we have a body being brought in that needs our attention.

Dr. Hodgins...

Yep.
(sighs)

Okay, guys.

You can drop it right over there.

HODGINS: Wow.

Talk about a... a roll in the hay.

What? It's too early?

I don't think time of day is really the issue.

Dr. Hodgins, if you're done making sophomoric puns, I need your help extricating the remains.

Pretty fresh.

Do we have any idea what happened?

Not a clue, except the farmer that was operating this thing didn't see the body until it was folded end over end, then spit out of this baler.
BRENNAN: Okay.

This set of remains has been pulverized.

Given the sheer magnitude of the task before us,

- I need an intern immediately.
- Already on it.

I was just waiting till the sun came up to call someone.

But who needs a full night's sleep?

Not me.

Well, that is patently false.

Studies show that sleep deprivation

greatly diminishes productivity.

Okay. So do you want me to wait

before I call someone?

What I want is assistance,

if that's not too much trouble.

Of course. I will...

get right on it.

(sighs)

(knocking on door)

AUBREY: Booth, you got a visitor,and, uh,

FYI, he brought some tiny cakes with him.

Uh, they're petits fours rather than cakes, Agent Aubrey.

AUBREY: Whatever they're called, they look delicious.

Hey.
(groans)

Uh, just a little back thing.

Double-G. Glad you could make it.

Agent Booth.
Anything for an old friend.
Well, I got to say it's an honor to finally meetthe Dr. Gordon Wyatt.

Booth says you're one hell of a shrink, maybe an even a better cook.
Well, thank you.

And now that I've earned my first Michelin star, I feel that I've earned the right to be called...

Chef.

Oh. My apologies, Chef Dr. Wyatt.

Just call him Gordon Gordon.

Agent Booth, um, while I'm absolutely delighted to be freed from the, uh, sweltering confines of a kitchen, you do know that
I-I haven't really practiced any psychiatry for some time.

Oh, come on. It's just like riding a bike.

All right? Plus, I need you, all right?

Sweets said that you were the only one he trusted with his files, so.

Yes. Poor Sweets.

And I take it those are Dr. Sweets' session notes--

All of them with-with Dr. Addy?
AUBREY: Yes.

Booth and I already read through all of them hoping to find something that could exonerate Zack.

But, uh, we could definitely use someone of your expertise.

Um, Agent Aubrey, if you were to yield to your desire, rather than fight it, I think you might be able to return to the matter in hand.

Is it that obvious?
You're drooling like a Great Dane. I'll take that.

(groans)
They're for me.

Please, gentlemen, don't fight over them.

There are plenty to go 'round.

Plenty.
WYATT: Share.

Good children share, don't they?

BRENNAN: Based on the prominent occipital protuberance, the victim is male.

Okay, but given that half the skull is MIA, I wouldn't count on an ID any time soon.

Dr. Saroyan, again I must ask; I need assistance.

Yes, I heard you the first ten times, and Rodolfo is on his way.

Angela, until he arrives, will you please help us with the recovery?

Me?

Yes. You.

Uh, yeah. Okay.

Whatever you need, honey.

Hey, Angie, do me a favor,

You find any more of these, you let me know.

Uh. Eww.
What is that?

That is an ascaris lumbricoides.

It's a parasitic roundworm.

Yeah. And the good news is this guy is still alive.
Okay.

I am so canceling that hay ride with Michael Vincent.

BRENNAN: Angela, I assure you the worm is not indigenous to the hay.

It most likely came from within the victim and vacated after death.
Whoa.

Vacated, you mean, like came out of his...

Okay. This is so much worse than I thought.

Hey, Cam, take a look at this guy.

More often than not you find worms like this in impoverished rural populations.

Is it just me or does this guy look desiccated?

Well, yeah, he probably left his human hotel five, six days ago and has been starving ever since.

Which would give us approximate time of death.

Yeah.
BRENNAN: The bone osteons in the femur are large but sparse, which suggests the victim was in his late teens to early twenties.

So we're looking at a poor, younger man from a rural area?

HODGINS: Probably some local farmer kid who got drunk, wandered into the field and just passed out.

MONTENEGRO: Yeah. Maybe, but then, why was he wearing this?
Is that a ski mask?

Well, temperatures in northern Virginia can drop below freezing this time of year.

HODGINS: Yeah, true, but if you're so sensitive to cold the field isn't necessarily the best place to hit the hay.

Really?
That one was an accident.

I promise.
MONTENEGRO: Uh, guys.

I don't think the victim was wearing a ski mask because he was chilly.

AUBREY: Well, uh, did some digging. Turns out there were

armed robberies in the tristate area during the week that the victim was k*lled.

How many involved a handgun...

Yeah, .

Four of those were caught, which leaves us with unknown masked bandits.

Let's get the rest to the lab, see if they can narrow it down.

Whoa. What the hell's going on here?

Well, you told me to make myself at home.

Have a biscuit. mean literally

AUBREY: Yes.
BOOTH: I didn't make yourself at home...
Those are cookies.

Booth, go easy. He's gonna stop making us snacks.

Did you find anything at all?
What I have is an an inchoate, nebulous glimmering of a case, which involves secret societies, cannibalistic rituals, and a brilliant young
forensic anthropologist who was coerced into a plot he didn't fully comprehend.

Right. Okay, so you found nothing in Sweets' notebook?
My dear fellows, that's what I'm endeavoring to ascertain.

Why don't we endeavor to find you a new office?

Shall we?

- All right.
- All right? You'll love it.

You want me to...
No, no. No.

No. No.
No Bobby?

No, no. It stays here.
Thank you.

Don't... touch.
Okay.

Thank you for coming in.

So we need a-an assembled skull, like, yesterday.

Yeah. Give me an hour, tops.

You have minutes, or I think Brennan is gonna have an aneurism.

She just lost her father.

I think her crankiness is just a symptom of her grief.
Yeah. I know.

I just-- I wish there was something we could do.

Hey. Have you found an ID?

Uh, not since I just finished putting on my gloves.
Yeah, well, I might have something.
I got the results from the victim's tox screen.

No dr*gs, no alcohol, but his blood did test positive for saline.
MONTENEGRO: Saline?

Like contact solution?

Well, uh, that could suggest a double red blood cell donation.

Double red cell?

Yeah. It's a rare type of donation.

I do it myself, but you can only give every four months.

Yeah. I'll talk to my contact at the Red Cross.

Since we have the victim's age and gender,this could help determine ID.

minutes.

(elevator rings)

Dustin Doyle, years old.

He lived alone in Covington, Virginia.

He's also got quite the record.

Multiple accounts of breaking and entering, petty theft, burglary.

(scoffs)
I see. So because of his past, you don't think that he's worthy of a proper investigation.

What? No. I'm just saying that he had a checkered past.

And I'm saying that just because somebody has a record it shouldn't define who they are.

Dr. Brennan, just to be clear, you know that I'm not talking about your father here, right?
I never said that you were.

Oh, don't let me interrupt.

But I could hardly pass this gorgeous creature without saying hello.

Dr. Wyatt.
Mmm.

So good to see you again.

Why are you wandering around with that cart?

Oh, well, Agent Booth suggested

I take up residence in the conference room, but as you can see, it's occupied.

AUBREY: Yeah, sorry about that.

Booth had to go to the chiropractor to get his back checked out. I guess I accidentally double-booked.

That's the victim's mother in there.

BRENNAN: I don't understand.

Dr. Wyatt has come all this way to assist us, and you and Booth couldn't find a space for him to work?

It was a mistake. I-I'm sorry.
It's extremely inconsiderate.

Oh, really, it's a slight inconvenience.

One that needs to be remedied immediately.

AUBREY: I tell you what, can you just give us a few minutes and then the room will be all yours.
Sure.

I just...

I don't understand who could do something like this.

Dustin never did anyone any harm.

I know that this is difficult, Mrs.

Doyle, but can you tell us when you last saw your son?

I don't know.

Maybe two, three weeks ago.

That job of his made it hard for him to get away.

To what job are you referring?

He was just promoted to the manager of the Waffle Shack on Thorndike Street.

Uh, ma'am, I hate to tell you, but, uh, our records show that Dustin was fired from that job six months ago.

No, you're wrong.

He... he told me all about that job, how well he was doing.

BRENNAN: Ms. Doyle, you have Parkinson's, don't you?

Yes.

But how could you know?

The stoop of your shoulders, the soft tone in your voice, the...

tremor in your hands.

Most people don't notice.

It... it would be much worse without my medication.

Mrs. Doyle, our records also show that you're currently not employed.

No.

Dustin is the one who has been taking care of me.

Prescriptions like yours could...

cost upwards of $ , , $ , a month.

Well, like I said...

...Dustin was an angel.

(footsteps approaching)

Dr. Saroyan.

Perfect timing.

I believe I have found something of note.

Ah, what have you got?

Cause of death?

I'm afraid not.

There are perimortem avulsion fractures on the inferior margin of the C and the superior margin of the C vertebrae.

So the victim suffered whiplash.

Yes.

That would suggest that he was in a car crash within hours of his death.

Interesting.

I just received ballistics on the g*n we found near the body.

It shows that it was fired and that there was one b*llet missing from the chamber.

So between the car crash and the fact that Dustin fired his g*n, that should help us to narrow down the list of possible robberies.

I'll let Booth know right away.

But before I do...

I have a little something I'd like to give you.

What is this?

A gift.

Um, you may or may not know, but we have a tradition here at the Jeffersonian.

Congratulations!

Oh...

I heard you finished your doctorate, making you the first ever forensic anthropologist to be certified in both the United States and Cuba.

We are so fortunate to have you, Dr. Fuentes.

Thank you.

(exhales)

Hey, Doc, sorry for interrupting your workflow, but this is the biggest TV screen in the building.

Oh, no, that's fine.

I-I look forward to a bit of telly-- it'll be a refreshing palate cleanse after all the cannibalistic feasting that I've had to consume.

So, what are we watching?

A bank robbery.

Ooh, goody!

Okay, so of the unsolved bank robberies committed last week, I couldn't find any where g*nf*re was exchanged, but I did find one involving a car crash.

Uh, Bendsville Savings and Loan-- the bank is located ten miles from where the body was found.

MONTENEGRO: Now, you see the mask?

It matches the one found on our victim.

And the robber is approximately the same size and build as our victim.

WYATT: Whoa, whoa, hold on, hold on, I was enjoying that.

Oh, I'm just...

skipping ahead to the good parts.

Now, fortunately, the Bendsville Police Department all use dashboard cameras.

(indistinct talking, tires squealing)

WYATT: I haven't had this much excitement since my last baked Alaska fiasco.

Well, now we know how Dustin got his whiplash.

I got to say, this guy drives like a pro.

Yeah, well, look at this.

I was able to follow the chase through a series of security cameras along Main Street.

WYATT: Big Brother may be watching, but he certainly knows how to make good TV.

AUBREY: Whoa!

WYATT: Oh!

Ding, dang, doodle!

I didn't see that coming.

It might have been unexpected, but this crash was not an accident.

AUBREY: He timed it perfectly, running the stop sign.

So that second car means that your fast-driving bank robber was working with an accomplice.

MAN: We're a small local bank. The $ , that was taken is about as much cash as we ever have on hand.

Think someone on the inside may have tipped him off?

Oh, no.

Like I told those TV reporters, everybody in town knows that Friday's when most people cash their checks.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out that that's when we have the most cash.

Charlene, this is Agent, um... Aubrey. FBI.

Charlene was our brave teller who was held up.

I'm sorry, I already spoke to an agent about the robbery.

Yeah, this is about a homicide.

The man who robbed you was m*rder*d.

Does that mean the money's been recovered?

No, not yet.

Working theory is that he had an accomplice that k*lled him for his cut.

Now, listen, do either of you recognize this guy?

Man by the name of Dustin Doyle?

No.

He's certainly not a customer.

I know every one of them by name, Agent Audrey.

Aubrey.

This is him.

This is definitely the man who robbed me.

I can tell.

I remember he had nice eyes.

Nice eyes?

The guy who held you at gunpoint?

I know it sounds strange, but he was kind, all things considered.

He was calm, collected, he walked me through everything I needed to do.

Seems to me like this may not have been Dustin's first heist.

If it was, he certainly acted like he knew what he was doing.

(footsteps approaching)

No, Dr. Hodgins, don't get up.

Good Lord, don't tell me that you've gone and joined the Freemasons.

Well, if I did, I wouldn't reveal it, now, would I?

(chuckling): It's good to see you again.

Likewise, my friend.

So to what do I owe this honor?

Hey, I thought you were taking a s*ab at Sweets' files there.

Yeah, a dead end, I'm afraid.

But...

by good fortune, I did get to see a rather exciting video of our deceased bank robber being aided by an accomplice.

And that got the little gray cells churning.

Okay, Poirot, what do you got?

Well, "accomplice" made me think of "apprentice." Apprentice as in Gormogon?

Yeah.

Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but Dr. Addy's assertion is that he didn't m*rder anyone, but that the previous apprentice k*lled the lobbyist.

That's right, yes.

And then Gormogon k*lled the apprentice to make room for Zack.

k*lled him on the exact same night as the lobbyist, no less.

Wait, hold on a second, your-your gray cells are getting me a little lost here.

Well... in order to exonerate Dr. Addy, we need to find the previous apprentice and examine his body for whatever evidence it may yield up.

The previous apprentice?

Who was m*rder*d and disposed of God knows where almost ten years ago.

(chuckling): Well, unless you've got a better suggestion...

I say let's start right away.

Dr. Saroyan.

Let me guess-- Dr. Brennan's asking for the remains.

I'd say insisting is more accurate.

One... second.

I just found this slug lodged in the abdominal aorta.

Oh.

Well, judging by the size, it's a .

caliber.

Same as the g*n we found on Dustin Doyle.

Stippling on the abdominal tissue and an angled abrasion ring suggests he was sh*t at point-blank range.

But... this is interesting.

Take a look at his right hand.

g*nsh*t residue.

Which could mean he sh*t himself.

Not exactly.

I also found torn ligaments in the wrist.

So, likely, there was a struggle, and the k*ller turned the victim's own g*n against him.

Excellent work.

Thank you.

You can take the remains now.

Okay.

Dr. Fuentes, I can't help but notice that you're not wearing your new jacket.

Did I get the wrong size?

No, no.

No, no, it's perfect.

Thank you again for that.

You don't think you're getting out of this room without an explanation, do you?

Mm.

(smacks lips)

As I'm sure you're aware, there are very few jobs in the D.C. area for a forensic anthropologist.

A fact that Arastoo reminds me of on a daily basis.

Getting my doctorate means that it's time to move on.

And wearing the jacket just makes it a little too real for me.

And the fact that I'll soon have to leave all of you.

I understand.

(sighs)

But you're still coming to my wedding, right?

Of course.

We're family.

And I love to party.

Hey, got something you should look at.

Oh, how's the back?

Yeah, you know, I just got a slight adjustment, but then it just moves the pain around.

I'll be okay.

What do you have?

Okay.

Uh, this is surveillance footage from the bank's parking lot on the days leading up to the robbery.

That's Dustin's car.

Yep.

He was casing the joint for two, three days, which the bank manager might have noticed if he ever reviewed his tapes.

What about his accomplice?

Nothing yet, but I'll keep looking.

Hey, by the way, where did Gordon Gordon run off to?

Little... soufflé emergency?

No, I sent him off to the lab to compare notes with Hodgins.

What's that you're working on?

Credit card statements.

Our victim stayed in these hole-in-the-wall motels once a month.

Penhook, Virginia.

Bittenger, Maryland.

Yeah.

Mocksville, North Carolina.

In each of these towns, there was a bank robbery while Dustin was there. So what I want you to do is I want you to call the motels, right, and get a list of all the other guests that were staying there while Dustin was staying there, and hopefully, we'll find the...?

Accomplice.

That's it!

Hey.

You're on it.

MONTENEGRO: So, the accomplice's car has no license plate on it.

SAROYAN: Yeah, and those windows are too tinted to give us an I.D.

What about the car itself?

MONTENEGRO: Well, it looks like a junker, like it's just a bunch of mismatched parts.

Like Frankenstein's monster, but the car version.

Yes, but the body from that monster is from a Caprice Classic!

That is the largest model Chevy ever built.

MONTENEGRO: Geez, I never realized you knew so much about cars.

Growing up in a country that banned imported automobiles after , you tend to live a rich fantasy life.

Is it me, or do those tires look too large for that body?

Well, they're all-terrain, and...

unlike the rest of the car, they're relatively new.

Wait.

That is not the original bumper.

Okay, uh, let's run a search.

It's from a ' Cadillac Coupe de Ville.

FUENTES: Wow.

That is a heavy, strong bumper.

That car may look like hell on wheels, but you can't b*at it in terms of toughness.

So whoever this mysterious road bandit is...

He built a car ideal for smashing and crashing.

(Fuentes chuckles)

I know I might lose my James Beard Award if I say this, but I honestly think the simple appeal of diner food is... timeless.

I'll tell you, I couldn't agree more, Doc.

Well, unfortunately, both of your meals are...

filled with saturated fats, which have been linked to...

heart disease, high cholesterol and stroke.

Bones, come on, we're trying to eat here.

I'm just stating a fact.

I understand that you're stating a fact, but we haven't seen Gordon Gordon in a while here.

We may never see him again if he dies of a heart att*ck.

She doesn't mean that.

Yes, I do.

I'd appreciate (phone chimes) if you didn't speak for me.

Everything all right, Agent Booth?

No, it's Aubrey-- it turns out those fleabag motels that Dustin visited, they're all booked with demolition derby competitors.

Heh!

I'm hardly surprised, given the way they were driving during the getaway.

Wait, what's a demolition derby?

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, my dear, it's the absolute pinnacle of American culture.

You get these old junk-boxes slamming and smashing into each other, bursting into flames, until there's only one vehicle left standing.

(engines roaring)

See?

Bam!

BRENNAN: That is absolutely barbaric.

Okay, come on.

Aubrey says there's one this weekend.

What do you say, you want to tag along with me, Doc?

I tell you what.

Hmm?

Why don't you both go undercover and compete?

Yeah, that's a...

What do you say, Bones?

No!

No, it's too dangerous.

Especially with your back ailment.

I'll be fine.

Okay.

I'll get over it.

I have no interest in those childish antics.

Fine.

I'll just go by myself.

I didn't think you'd want to drive one of those cars, anyway.

Why?

Because I'm a woman?

I didn't say that.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, no.

On second thought, I order you both to participate.

On the one hand, you'll get a better handle on who Dustin's accomplice was if you're on the inside, and on the other hand, I think the aggression of the derby will be rather therapeutic for you, Dr.

Brennan.

Therapeutic, what do you say, Bones?

I'd say that Buck and Wanda Moosejaw have some car shopping to do.

Boom!

Yeah.

TRACK ANNOUNCER: Hey.

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday.

Cars are coming to the derby.

♪ Da da da da ♪

♪ Da-da da da da ♪

♪ Da da da da ♪

♪ Da-da da da da ♪

(engines revving)

♪ I'm-a get it till it's good and done ♪

♪ Keep fighting till the w*r is won ♪

♪ Heart breaking but it's all for fun ♪

♪ I'm a fast go-getter like a hit and run... ♪ Wanda, Wanda, Wanda, What do you say, Wanda?

You ready to kick some tailpipe ass?

Booth, this is a mistake.

Listen, Bones.

(in Buck character): Yeah.

You got to stay in character with me, all right?

All right.

- Buck.

Honey.

- Yeah.

Yep.

This was a mistake.

Honestly, you think the k*ller was stupid enough to show up here?

Come on, it's a demolition derby.

Oh.

Fair enough.

All right, look.

Just remember what Gordon Gordon said.

What?

That this would be therapeutic for me?

I find that dubious to say the least.

Well, take a look around at the cars and the names on the cars will tell us a lot.

I'll keep my eye out for a car named k*ller Bank Robber Accomplice.

Bones.

Here.

Look, look.

Look at that.

There, right there.

That car there.

BRENNAN: "Filthy Rich." Well, that's a stretch, BOOTH: Yeah.

but I imagine a bank robber could name a car that.

Oh, no.

Look at the body, all right?

That's from a ' Coupe de Ville and the bumper and the-the doors are from a ' Chevy Caprice.

BRENNAN: The two models that the accomplice's car was comprised of.

I think we should go find that driver.

TRACK ANNOUNCER: Be advised, the race will be starting in five minutes.

Now, to locate the apprentice's body, what we need to do first is to get inside the mind of Gormogon himself.

You're gonna get into the mind of a cannibal while eating?

Well, human tastes like chicken.

Okay, one, that's disgusting.

Two, what if that's exactly what happened?

What if he just ate his apprentice?

No, no, no.

I don't think he'd do that.

You see, in Gormogon's eyes, the apprentice failed him.

He's not as worthy as our Dr. Addy.

Yeah.

Plus, we know that the body has to be somewhere in the D.C. area, because Zack said when Gormogon left with the body, he was only gone for a few hours.

Yes, but where would he go?

I-I-I don't believe he'd just deposit him in some shallow grave.

Like the Masons, Gormogon was a sl*ve to ritual.

SAROYAN: Uh, hey.

Sorry to interrupt, but Dr. Hodgins, you had something to show me?

Right, yeah.

Cam, so in my initial examination, I actually swabbed the victim's hands and found coconut oil, argan oil, honey and royal jelly.

WYATT: Ah.

If you added crushed almonds that would be a delicious Moroccan dish called amlou.

Or more likely, it's a high-end hair oil, but I found none of that in the victim's own hair.

Which would suggest that he put his fingers in another person's hair just prior to death.

Huh.

Well, I'll let Booth know.

How are you guys coming?

Swimmingly.

Yeah.

Which is the British stiff upper lip way of saying we've got absolutely nothing.

(indistinct chatter)

- Can my sister and I get a selfie?

- Sure.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Howdy, look at what we got here.

Well, you must be Filthy Rich.

Yes, I am.

Yeah.

Thank you for noticing.

I'm Buck.

This here, she's Wanda.

Howdy.

Never seen you around here before.

Is this your first derby?

Oh.

A good friend of ours told us about this place.

Dustin Doyle...

Yeah.

Dustin?

He sold me some parts for my ride.

(sniffs)

Are you sniffing my hair?

I was just curious what kind of product you use.

(laughing): No product.

Home recipe.

Mayonnaise based.

It's what gives it its luster.

Mayonnaise.

BUCK: Now don't judge.

It sounds tasty.

Now I'm gonna give you some advice.

Does it involve condiments?

There's no colluding in demolition derby.

You think because we're married we're gonna team up?

And because you know Dustin.

That boy's a cheat.

Meaning he's colluded before.

He has a partner?

Ray Kimball.

He and Dustin are as thick as thieves.

Thick as thieves, like your hair.

Okay, can you move in closer to the left temporal, por favor?

All right, see those two cuts on the bone?

They're approximately the same size and they appear to be parallel.

Suggesting Dustin wasn't struck in the head twice, but once with an object that has a . centimeter gap in it.

Okay.

Zoom in a little bit closer, please.

There.

Just as I suspected.

Both lines have indentations with a similar zigzag pattern.

Yeah.

I don't, I don't see it.

Okay.

Do me a favor.

Pull up an image of a monkey wrench.

Hey.

FUENTES: Ta-da.

SAROYAN: Does this mean our victim was hit with a wrench and sh*t in the gut?

Well, judging by hemorrhagic staining, the blow to the face predated the g*nsh*t by at least a few hours.

Busy day.

Beaten and sh*t and still had time to run his fingers through a woman's hair.

FUENTES: Well, actually, I am not so sure that it was a woman's hair he was holding.

The plot thickens.

Well, it's not what you think.

We ran a simulation.

A simulation of a man rubbing another man's hair.

FUENTES: Not exactly.

I found bone bruising on the victim's left patella.

MONTENEGRO: The move was a Muay Thai knee strike.

Pow.

Ooh.

That looks painful.

Well, not just painful.

A blow like that would leave bruising that should still be evident.

I'll let Aubrey know.

He should be at the derby by now.

Whoa.

Aubrey went undercover, too?

He's not driving, but I'm sure whatever he's doing, he's fully committed to the part.

(phone rings)

Hello.

Cam.

Hey, sorry.

I'm, uh...

So what are you eating?

Funnel cake or a corn dog?

It's, uh, more of a hybrid, actually.

Little bit of both.

What do you got?

Our victim struck his attacker hard, so be on the lookout... Thanks. ...for anyone with bruising on their face.

Bruising on the face.

Hold on a second.

(car engine revving)

I just located Ray Kimball, the driver that Dustin Doyle was colluding with.

Well, be careful.

From what we can tell, he struck our victim with a monkey wrench before sh**ting him.

Will do.

Thanks.

(engines revving)

Hey.

Hey, man.

How you doing?

Big, big fan.

I got to tell you.

That is one hell of a ride you got there.

Dude.

What are you doing, man?

Get your food off my car.

Ooh.

Nice set of tools, too.

There blood on that wrench?

Bro, I don't know who the hell you think you are, but if you don't pick that up, there's gonna be a hell of a lot more blood on this wrench.

Put it down.

You don't want to do that.

(scoffs)

(grunts)

You got a dent in your car.

More bad news, you're under arrest, pal.

All right, Ray.

Why don't you take a seat?

I need to ask you a few questions.

No, man.

This ain't right.

You didn't tell me you were FBI.

So what, you're saying it's okay to swing a wrench at a guy, as long as he's not in the bureau?

You mean like you did with Dustin Doyle.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You know what I think?

I think that something went wrong at your last heist.

What?

No.

Heist?

- I don't even know what that is.

- Come on.

You don't know what a heist is?

It's like a robbery.

- You know what a robbery is, right?

- Yes.

I mean... not firsthand or nothing.

Look.

This is just a big misunderstanding, okay?

I mean, maybe I hit Dustin, but if he's saying that I heisted a bank...

No.

Dustin isn't saying anything, Ray.

Dustin's dead.

I don't believe you.

I think you're trying to trick me.

Ray, I could trick you by pretend throwing a ball and palming it in my hand.

Now, you didn't know that Dustin was dead, did you?

You're scared.

I'm not scared.

But I'm not saying another word.

Not until I speak with a lawyer.

Damn it.

We have been at this all day.

We've got absolutely nothing.

If you don't watch your anger, Dr. Hodgins, I have a good mind to send you off to the demolition derby, too.

Sorry.

It's just I promised Zack I wouldn't let him down.

You know, I-I've been thinking about you said regarding Gormogon's love-hate relationship with the Freemasons.

What if he did bury his apprentice according to Masonic ritual?

Gormogon wouldn't do that because the apprentice betrayed him.

No, no, no, no.

He wouldn't dispose of the body with any kind of reverence, but what if he employed some Masonic ritual that symbolized betrayal?

The apprentice was a traitor, so-so he didn't put his bones in the, uh, Widow's Son skeleton.

Maybe...

Hmm.

He also didn't eat them because, you know, to him, he was basically poisonous, so...

(gasps)

Th-that's it.

It's the acacia tree.

No.

Th-the acacia tree surely symbolizes, uh, the immortality of the soul.

Yes.

It does that, but also the acacia itself is inedible and poisonous, which is the perfect symbol for a poisonous, outcast apprentice.

So if we can identify all the acacia trees in the local area, then it's possible that the apprentice will be buried in close proximity.

Yeah.

Oh.

I like it.

(laughs)

So I just finished testing the blood on Ray Kimball's wrench.

It definitely came from the victim.

Was Aubrey able to get a confession?

No.

I just spoke to him.

He said Ray Kimball seemed genuinely shocked to hear Dustin was dead, and that he seemed scared.

I am not surprised, given the evidence I found.

Look at the humeral head of the victim's right arm.

- Is that an avulsion fracture?

- Yes.

And there's a corresponding fracture on the left humerus as well.

SAROYAN : Which means Dustin's arms were likely pulled backwards and held there.

Which explains the lack of defensive wounds.

Dustin couldn't fight back because someone was holding his arms.

Well, and if that was done at the same time Ray hit his face with a wrench...

It points to a second accomplice.

(chuckles)

Hey, Wanda.

I just got off the phone with Cam, okay?

She's saying it's likely that Ray has another partner.

What do you mean, "likely"?

Likely, I mean...

Listen.

Aubrey agrees, man.

Ray was really scared in interrogation.

Booth, I don't want to be here.

I need to get back to the lab.

Nope.

Come on.

We got to get going.

The derby's gonna be starting soon.

Why?

The whole reason we're here is to solve a case, not to...

pointlessly smash into cars.

All right, look, my gut is telling me that we can still find this guy, that he's out here, all right?

So Gordon Gordon says it's good for you, too.

Booth.

What?

Demolition derby's not therapy.

It is idiotic and...

and dangerous!

Especially when you have a hurt back.

Look, my back's fine.

All right?

Look, and these...

these cars are built to protect you, all right?

Everything's gonna be fine.

Trust me.

All right?

Come on, Bone Crusher.

Get in there, Wanda.

Come on, Wanda-tanda from Buffalo.

She gonna take you down, Mad Dog.

Okay, so this is what you're looking for.

This is a present-day map of Washington, D.C.

And here are the original boundary lines from , before Virginia reacquired everything west of the Potomac.

That seems to be a sort of perfect, symmetrical diamond.

HODGINS: That's because the architect of D.C., Pierre L'Enfant, was a Freemason, and the rhombus is a key symbol.

Excuse me.

Oh, Agent Aubrey.

Look, I hope this isn't a food-related matter, because, uh, it's not a good time.

I'm busy looking for trees.

What?

HODGINS: Acacia trees.

Angie's plotting all the acacia trees in D.C.

in case the apprentice is buried underneath.

Well, that's great, but believe it or not, that's not what I was calling about.

Uh, listen, Doc, I need your help breaking a suspect.

Booth says that you got wicked, Jedi-like ninja powers or something?

MONTENEGRO (chuckling): Why?

Is the suspect some kind of, uh, evil genius?

No.

He's an idiot, but there's no way that he's gonna talk.

WYATT: All right.

Well, if you'd give me a moment to think, yeah?

Well, do it fast, 'cause this derby's about to start, and my guess is, by the time it's over the second accomplice is gonna be as good as gone.

Angie, would you do me a favor and focus on the western side of the old map?

Okay.

Why?

Well, the Freemasons, the west, with the setting sun represented finished projects and death.

Um, Agent Aubrey, I think I have a solution for you-- you should let the idiot go free.

What?

No.

At minimum, the guy's an accessory.

Which is why you should keep him in your sight, but first let him lead you to his partner in crime.

Okay.

(sighs)

Here goes nothing.

(crowd cheering)

What do you say there, Wanda Bone Crusher, baby?

Hey, Bones, come on.

We got this.

Love you.

MAN: Come on, man!

No more sandbagging this time, you hear?

Ha-ha!

I'm gonna Mad Dog all over you, buddy!

(phone ringing)

BOOTH: This is not a good time.

Booth, I let Ray Kimball go.

What?

AUBREY: Gordon Gordon said he would lead us to the other accomplice.

He's making a phone call as we speak.

Right.

Okay.

What's going on, Booth?

Bones, take a look around at the other drivers.

See if anyone picks up their telephone.

(phone rings)

Yeah?

(whispering): Booth.

Booth.

Over there.

In the Big Belly car.

TRACK ANNOUNCER: Okay, everyone, here we go.

Get your helmets on!

All right, drivers, start your engines!

(engines revving)

Let's count it down, folks.

Take it from five... four... three... two... one.

Let's derby!

BRENNAN: Booth, don't let him get away! (grunts)

(indistinct shouts)

(laughing)

Booth, look!

He's trying to get off the track!

Stop hitting me!

I have important work!

He's heading for the exit!

Booth, it's okay-- I've got him.

Bones, where are you?

(crowd whooping)

Stick with him, Bones!

You got him!

I'm coming for you, baby, I'm coming, Bones!

(crowd cheering)

(grunts)

(Brennan gasping)

Bones, you okay?

No.

Whoo-hoo!

I'm fantastic!

(Booth groans)

(whoops)

How's your back?

Couldn't be better, Wanda.

(Brennan laughs)

Hey there...

Big Belly!

My wife and I have a few questions for you.

FBI.

(whooping)

Really?

I'm done.

Mr.

Dixon, take a look at the evidence.

We found almost $ , in your trailer.

(sighs)

I'm gonna tell you one more time-- I never k*lled him.

How is the interrogation going?

Well, he's denying it, but something's not right.

I mean, he's clearly guilty.

He had the money from the bank heist in his possession.

$ , is missing.

Well, most likely, Ned and Ray spent it.

Well, Ned is saying that Dustin just only brought him $ , .

And the bank manager said that $ , was taken.

BOOTH: Which is why they roughed up Dustin-- 'cause they thought he was holding out.

Then what?

Just... let him go?

(sighs)

Dr. Fuentes.

Dr. Brennan...

that is an interesting wardrobe you have on.

Thank you.

Your new lab coat looks very nice as well.

Oh, thank you.

You...

Now show me you are worthy of your new title.

It is quite small, but...

note the hexagonal crushing fracture on the victim's right intermediate cuneiform.

It is an injury I've seen before.

As have I.

Typically, when a female uses the heel of her shoe to s*ab down on her assailant's foot.

What is strange is, both our suspects are men.

Hey, I'm looking for Hodgins.

Have you seen him?

Uh, no.

Not for a couple of hours.

He went out looking for potential burial sites for Gormogon's apprentice.

So far he's zero for four.

Ooh.

SAROYAN: What are we looking at?

Is this more bank robbery footage?

MONTENEGRO: No, not exactly.

Uh, Booth said something was weird and asked me to look at the video surveillance footage from the day after the robbery.

Now I think I know why.

Is that the, uh, victim's car?

Yeah.

Looks like he came back to the bank the following day.

That's a hell of a risk.

Yeah.

And then, look-- he follows that other car out.

SAROYAN: Wait, can you get the license plate on that other car?

I've got the feeling I know why he came back.

BOOTH: Ms.

Fisher, we had a team go through your car, and we found some blood caked in the trunk.

There, see?

You don't understand, this isn't my fault.

You knew that Dustin was gonna rob your bank, didn't you?

You saw him on surveillance casing the place.

BOOTH: On the day of the robbery, you handed over the $ , , but you pocketed $ , for yourself.

It was a victimless crime-- the bank is insured in case they're robbed.

Yeah, but the only problem is the bank manager went on TV and said exactly how much was taken.

Dustin must have figured out what you did.

So after he got beaten up by his accomplices, he came back to confront you-- that's when the two of you struggled and you sh*t him.

It was an accident.

I...

None of this would have happened if my idiot boss had just followed the manual.

Everybody knows you're not supposed to say how much was stolen.

You're supposed to say "an undisclosed amount." If he'd just done his st-stupid job...

I didn't mean for this to happen.

BOOTH: I'm telling you, you should've come with us. You should've seen Bones. She was smashing things left and right, bam, boom, and she was back!

BRENNAN: I was not back.

Okay.

Wanda, on the other hand, might have been back.

Wanda?

Wanda's back.

Oh, that's your-your nom de guerre, is it?

Yes.

And I have to thank you.

You were correct-- the derby was just what I needed.

WYATT: Well, I'm glad to hear it.

You see, I think it's very therapeutic every now and then, to-to get out of your proverbial skin, yeah?

Right.

What about you, huh?

Thinking about, I don't know, hanging up the apron there and coming back to the bureau and, uh, shrinking it up a bit?

Agent Booth, I must admit that, uh, over the last few days, I...

I have had a few moments where I really, really enjoyed myself, but the fact is, I failed in my assigned task.

BOOTH: No, no, you didn't fail.

All right?

It was a long sh*t.

Booth is right.

You did everything you could.

Zack's situation is difficult.

Well, it's very kind of you to say that.

So...

Châteauneuf-Du-Pape for the next course?

Hey, if it's the pope's wine, I'm drinking it.

(phone rings)

BRENNAN: Hold on.

It's Cam.

Hello.

Dr.

Brennan, where are you?

We're gonna need you to come into the lab as soon as possible.

Um, of course.

Is everything all right?

What's going on, Bones?

Cam, I'm putting you on speaker.

HODGINS: Is that her?

Dr.

Brennan, you're on with Hodgins.

Dr.

Brennan, want to make sure you know that Cam is right here next to me-- I don't want there to be any chance you think I've falsified evidence.

I don't understand.

He found the apprentice.

Uh, Dr.

Hodgins, it's Chef G...

it's, uh, Dr. Gordon Wyatt here.

A-Are you sure that it's him?

Hell, yeah, partner.

It's got to be-- the shape of this thing is the inverse of a Masonic coffin.

SAROYAN: Okay, let's open her up.

(grunts)

Oh, wow.

The clothes on this guy are perfectly preserved.

Dr.

Hodgins, look at the cuff on his right arm.

BRENNAN (on phone): I need you to tell me what you see.

I am seeing what appears to be dried blood.

And if it's from the lobbyist...

Dr. Wyatt...

thank you.

Anything for an old friend.

BRENNAN: I can't believe it.

Zack might actually be coming home.

Yeah, Zack could be back.

WYATT: I'll drink to that.