Bones (2005–2017): Season 11, Episode 16 - The Strike in the Chord - full transcript

When the lead singer of a college acapella group dies, the team must question members of the group and some female competitors; Aubrey's college experience is revealed while Booth tried to plan a trip with Parker; a new intern is brought to the lab.

Hurry up. It's in here.

You know,
when you texted me,

"Let's get
crazy tonight,"

this isn't exactly
what I had in mind.

Someone has
to do something, okay?

These poor rats
are being tortured.

Yeah, it sure sucks
to be a rat, huh?

I'll have you know
that rats

are highly empathetic creatures,
unlike you.

I'm emphatic.

Yeah, that's what I said.
Come here.

Not now, Joey.

This is the one where they're
starving the rats to death.


Someone already
broke open the cages.

Then why are
the rats still here?

So I guess a hookup
is off the table?

Uh, hey, Bones,
sorry I woke you up.

Well, I'm glad you did.

You know, studies show
that late night eating

can increase
blood sugar levels.

Okay, uh, you know, Parker's
been really busy, you know,

at school, and this is
the only time that we can talk.

So let's give him a ring.

I-I would love
to talk to Parker.

I miss him, too.

Hey, good morning.

Morning, or good
middle of the night.

Hi, Bones.

Hi, Parker. How's London?

Oh, I'm just
getting ready for school.

Well, listen,

one month away
before it's me,

and the Appalachian Trail.

That should be great.

So look, I took a look
at the map and I figured

we start, uh,
at Iron Mountain.

Oh, shoot, my ride's here early.


I-I really should go, Dad.
I'm sorry.

Oh, oh, yeah, okay, uh.

Okay, have-have a great day.
I love you.

You, too. Bye, Bones.


Well, back to bed. Okay.


Oh, that's yours.

Oh, a body was found
in the rat lab

at Lynwood University.

I'll ask my father
to come over.

Okay, I'll tell you what,
I'll, uh,

get to the FBI,
and get the day started, and...

What? It's breakfast.

No reason
why I can't eat the breakfast.


I have to admit, as a doctor,

it's pretty exciting to be
in the Lynwood bio lab.

You do realize this is

a possible
murder investigation, right?

I know, but I can't help it.

Some of the most important
advances in medical science

happened in these rooms.



I guess I just
always thought you were

a little less squinty
than the other squints.

I just hide it better.

Is there an I.D.?

Not yet.

What have we got?

Well, this lab is so sterile,

there isn't a single bug
on the body.

It was all eaten by the rats.

Rats? Wait,
I don't see any rats.

Yeah, I know, 'cause most of
them died-- poor little things.

Their stomachs burst from
sudden intake of so much food.

I had the techs take
the three survivors

back to the Jeffersonian.

I was afraid you'd say that.

What do you mean?
Come on, now.

There might actually be

some evidence
in their excrement.

Well, just keep the rats

and the feces
in your office, please.

No problem. Will do.

Based on the cyanotic tinge
of the tissue,

I'd say time of death was

approximately 48 hours ago.

The broad mandibular arc

indicates the victim is male,

and based on the shape

of the distal tibia,

in his late teens.

Probably an undergraduate.

Well, I talked to security.

Kids who found the body used

a friend's key card to get in,

but nobody else opened the door
since Friday.

Look at this window.

The, uh, rubber sealant's
been peeled off,

and someone threaded a wire
through there and opened it.

Which means, the victim
was killed elsewhere.

This was a body dump.

Look at all these rat cages.

They've all
been broken into.

Yes, it's quite ingenious.

I think the killer knew

the rats would eat evidence.

And that
they'd eat a lot of it.

The rats were
being starved to observe

the effects
on Pavlovian conditioning.

You mean, the rats, like,

hear a bell, and then
their body expects food?

Well, yeah, the, uh,
sound of a bell

can make a lab rat
do pretty much anything.

Yeah, well,
they do have very small brains.

♪ Bones 11x16 ♪
The Strike in the Chord
Original Air Date on May 19, 20

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Well, the killer was pretty
smart to dump the body

where he or she knew
it would get eaten.

Do you think it was
a Lynwood student?

If it was, then we're dealing

with one of the smartest
kids in the country.

Come on, you don't think
you can take on a college kid?

Oh, we stand a chance.

See, an adolescent's prefrontal
cortex isn't fully developed.

So even with high IQs,
they're bound to make a mistake.

Wow. Okay, even if they're
smart, they're stupid.

When did you
become a squint?

Oh, I've been spending
a lot of time

with Jessica lately.

And she turned me on
to these podcasts.

You know, they've got
a podcast for everything.

There's a bacteria...
I don't really...

that does mind control.

I don't need to know
about any of that.

I just need to know
a list of potential suspects.

I don't need to know
about podcasts or bacteria.

There's a lesion
in the intestinal lining.

The victim had an ulcer.

He also chewed
his fingernails,

which is another
indicator of stress.

Well, Lynwood is

a highly competitive

I'll do a tox screen
on the intestines.

Welcome to

the forensic platform,
Ms. Mills.

I've been waiting five years
to hear that.

Me, too.

I'm glad your work-study program

here at the Jeffersonian
finally paid off.

Yeah, I can't say I enjoyed
scrubbing the museum's toilets,

but if it got me here,
it was worth it.

Let's begin.

I will leave you to it.

And again, Ms. Mills,
it's great to have you on board.


Okay, what do you make

of the fracture
on the occipital?

Oh, uh, that's trauma.

That is accurate,

could you be more specific?

Would you agree
that this is blunt force trauma?


Well, this fracture is shallow,
and insubstantial,

suggesting it is
not cause of death.

I agree.
He hit his head hard,

but it didn't kill him.

Now that you're an intern,

Ms. Mills, your job is not

to rephrase my words,

but to come up
with findings of your own.

I will do my best. I promise.

I am so excited
about this opportunity.

As am I.

Please clean the bones
and rearticulate them.

I can totally do that.

I finished
the facial reconstruction,

and I'm running it through
the Lynwood student database.

Do these rats really need
a five-star hotel?

Hey, they've been through hell.

I'm gonna do what I can
to get them healthy.

Honey, they're rats.

That doesn't mean
I should give up on them.


Uh, hey, we got an ID
from the facial reconstruction.

Scott Hill.

from Harwood, Missouri.

McKay Nield?

Are you Scott Hill's roommate?

Yeah, I am.

Whatever this is,
I've got a final coming up, so.

Look, I'm, uh,
sorry to tell you this,

but, uh, your roommate
was found dead last night.

That's awful.

But I just need
to study right now, so.

My partner just told you
that your friend is dead.

I've got this final.

Besides, we weren't that close.

You two lived together.

We didn't get
in each other's way.

That's why it worked.
All right, Scott was killed.

Can you think of anybody
who'd want to hurt him?

No, I'm sorry.
I barely saw him.

He was always singing with
his group, The Whippersnaps.

Whippersnaps, right.
What kind of name is that?

They're a, uh, a cappella group,
really good, actually.

Did he spend a lot of his time
with The Whippersnaps?

People would do anything
to be part of that group.

It was his whole life.


Parker, is everything okay?

Yeah, I wanted to talk to you
about this summer.

Your camping trip
with your father?

Yeah, see there's this

creative writing
summer session thing at Oxford

I didn't think I'd get into.

But you did?


Parker, that's-that's exciting.

Yeah, it is, it is, I know.

And, I mean,
I want to spend time with Dad,

but I really, really want
to do this program.

It's a difficult choice.

Yeah, it is, and, see,

I don't know how
to talk to Dad about it,

and I don't want
to disappoint him,

so please, Bones,
could you talk to him?

I'll see what I can do.

All right. Thanks, Bones.

You're the best.

I can't believe I'm finally
an intern at the Jeffersonian.

I know, right?

I haven't been prouder
since Michael Vincent

correctly identified
a Coccinella septempunctata.

The ladybug.

I found cause of death.

No, no, Sammy, don't jump to...

Dr. Brennan,

I-I found a broken hyoid.

That-that means our victim
was strangled.


Ms. Mills,

hypothesis is not fact.

This fractured hyoid

is likely cause of death,

but we can't know
with any certainty

till we look at it

in further detail.

Please take this
to the bone room

and examine it
under the medio-cam.

Right away.
And in addition,

do not wave the remains around.

They are fragile.

Of course.

She's gonna do fine.

I sincerely hope so.


I'm fine.

I'm fine. The remains are fine.

Wrong way.


Whippersnaps, huh?

Sounds like
a breakfast cereal.

Singing is everything
to these kids.

Once you're a Whippersnap,

that's what
your entire life is about.

Wow, okay, Aubrey,

you really did your research
on this one.

Well, it's
called the Internet, Booth.

You should step
into the 21st century.

You know what?
The internet?

It's for social idiots,
people who don't have a life.

Okay? I like
to go out and bowl.

Ever been bowling?

Oh, there's Whipperspace.

♪ I walk for miles ♪

♪ Along the highway ♪

♪ 'Cause that's just my way ♪

♪ 'Cause that's just my way ♪

♪ Of sayin' I love you ♪

♪ I'm always walkin' ♪
♪ I'm always walkin' ♪

♪ After midnight ♪

♪ Searchin' for you ♪

♪ Walka-walka-walkin' ♪

♪ Walka-walka-walkin'... ♪

♪ I stop to see
a weeping willow ♪

Here we are.
♪ Cryin' on his pillow ♪

♪ I'm lonesome
as lonesome can be ♪

♪ I can be ♪

♪ I go out walkin' ♪

♪ Out after midnight ♪

♪ I go out walkin' ♪

♪ Out in the starlight ♪

Yeah, they're pretty good.

Yeah, I guess so.

♪ A-walkin' after midnight ♪

♪ Searching for me. ♪

No, no, no, no, no!

I cannot take this anymore.

What is it with you,

You are pitchy,
and your snapping

looks like weird chicken claws.

Well, at least I can keep
my diva hand under control.

Yeah, Jake.
You look like Mariah Carey's

skaggy little sister.

Uh, it's called passion,

Ted, something no one
has ever felt for you.

Really? 'Cause your dad
would disagree.

All right, that's it. FBI.

See that? Everybody. You.

You replaced the director,
Scott, didn't you?


Okay, well, we need to ask you
a few questions.

Everybody else out.
Let's go. Move it.

Oh, my God, Jake.
What did you do to Scott?

Uh, you two want to stay?
Where were you Friday night?

Here working, your Honor.
We were here.

Yeah, you can work all you want.

Still not getting you a solo
now that I'm in charge, so.

You're only in charge because
apparently you killed Scott.

You have quite
the temper, Jake.

I just found out one
of my friends is dead.

Plus, we have nationals
coming up.

The NCACs?

What? What's that?


The National Collegiate
A Cappella Competition.

Our whole year leads up to this.

We expect to win.

We've been rehearsing
day and night.

Why didn't you
report Scott missing?

I didn't have time for that.

Scott wasn't here,

so I took control--
I did what I had to do.

Scott dies, you take control.
That's convenient.


We just lost a tenor
right before Nationals.

Where were you
on Friday night?

In my room,
practicing my scales.

You can ask anyone
in the dorm next door.

I project.

So, can you think of anyone
who'd want to hurt Scott?

Ian Johnson?

He was
Scott's best friend,

and Scott kicked him out
of the group a month ago.

Why'd he kick him out?
No idea.

But Ian was so upset.

He left Lynwood.

Dr. Hodgins, can you take
a look at something for me?

Y-y-you are feeding
a rat with a bottle.

Yeah. It's the only way
I can get him to eat.

Their experiment
has been compromised.

They no longer have a use.

Okay, all right.

What do you have to show me?

I checked

some tissue around the...


...hyoid for ligature marks,
and I found this.

I think it's a splinter.

Let me see.

It looks like wood to me.

Well, this alignment
of tracheids,

and also fibers
and the vessel elements,

tells me that it's oak.

Huh. Got anything else for me?

No, but I did find
a bacteria in the larynx

that I couldn't identify.

You think it had something
to do with the murder?

In my experience,
anything out of the ordinary

is worth looking into.


Good boy.

Looks like being
a Whippersnap

is a family tradition.

That was from my era--
class of '76.

The best times of my life.
William Johnson.

Ian's father.

We just heard about
Scott's death. Truly a shame.

Right, well, I can see
the group meant a lot to you.

You must have been pretty upset
when Scott kicked Ian out.

I was shocked.

I was good in my day, but Ian,

I have never in my life
heard a voice like his.

So you were angry at Scott?

I was director once, myself.

I have to respect
the current director.

Ian understood that as well.

Well, we'll need
to hear that from Ian.

We can see him right now.

We? Whoa, whoa,
he's-he's not a minor.

I don't think he needs
dad to hold his hand.

I'm his dad,
but I'm also a lawyer.

I'd be a lot more comfortable
if I were present.

♪ One man's pain
is another man's pleasure ♪

♪ Trying to climb down... ♪

This is the guy
that Scott kicked out?

Clearly wasn't
because of his voice.

That's like butter.

It always comes down to food
with you, doesn't it?


These men are here from the FBI
to talk to you about Scott.

I can't believe
someone did this.

We just need to ask you
a few questions.

When was the last time
you saw Scott?

Not since he kicked me
out of the group.

Hmm, you two were best friends.

That must have
made you pretty angry.

That's a bit of
a leading question, isn't it?

We could always go down
to the FBI if you'd like.

All I want to do is sing.

Okay, Scott took
that away from me.

So why'd he kick you
out of the group?

He said I wasn't cutting it,

but that made no sense.
I don't know.

He was acting weird.

He was keeping secrets.

Secrets, what kind of secrets?

I told you, I don't know.

I don't know
what he was up to.

I don't know why he kicked me
out of the Whippersnaps,

and now I never will.

Where were you Friday night?

I was here.
Is there any way you can prove that?

I-I was... I was home alone.

We have security cameras
all the way around the house.

If he left,
you'd see it in the tapes.

Great. We're gonna
need those tapes,

so we can clear your son.

I swear, I would never do this.

Hey, Angie.

I just picked up
our voicemails from home,

and, uh, a Dr. Amir Hoffman
called for you.

He did? What did he say?

Yeah. He said, uh, he had some
good news about a new study.

Oh, yes,
I was probably admitted.

Uh, what is this about?

Dr. Hoffman has
an experimental surgery

for nerve regeneration.


Yeah, so I can walk again.


you do realize
that I still can't walk?

I know that.

But surgery?

We-we have to talk about this.

I mean, there are risks.

I just gave you amazing news,
and all you can be is skeptical.

No, I-I-I want more information

before you risk everything
on an experiment.

Well, it's not your decision
to make, it's mine,

and I'm getting my legs back.

I found this fracturing
on the fifth rib.

Oh, note that
the damage occurred

on both
the posterior vertebral

and anterior
sternal surfaces.

What does that tell us?

That there's fracturing
on both front and back.

I'm familiar
with the definitions

of anterior and posterior.


The corresponding fractures

that force was applied
to the victim's chest

while his body
was pressed against

an unyielding, hard object.

What did you find

from the hyoid fracture?

Oh, I believe that
is a comminuted fracture.

I concur.

The fracture's on the midline

of the hyoid body,

as opposed
to the greater cornua.

I posit that
the victim was struck

in the neck
with a solid object,

which fractured his hyoid

and caused him
to suffocate.

I concur.

Ms. Mills.

I do not need your approbation.

You were brought
on as an intern

to contribute
to our process.

If I must babysit you,
you become a hindrance,

and I-I just can't have that.

No, I'm sorry, Dr. Brennan.

I can do this. I promise.

So you really think
that looking

at this kid's playlist

is going to help us
find his killer?

Yeah, music gets you
inside of someone's head.

I can prove it.

See, Ian said that Scott
was acting strange recently,

so I looked into the music
that he's been arranging,

and I found this.

this is gibberish to me.

Oh, it's completely different

than anything
the Whippersnaps have ever done.

The orchestration
is totally original.

The interplay between voice
parts is complex and dynamic.

Not to mention,
this half-step modulation.

It's crazy.

Yeah, okay, uh, what is
going on with you here?

What do you mean?
The interplay between voice parts

is complex and dynamic?

It sounds like you know
a little bit more

about this
than you're letting on.


Look, I'm gonna level with you,
but you gotta promise

that you're not gonna
mention anything.

Uh, okay.


I, uh,

I sang a cappella.

In college.

Oh, uh, cool. Uh, so?

So? So I don't want
Booth to find out.

He's going to mock me.

I got a manly reputation
to protect here.

Yes, right.

Of course, you do.

Look, okay, whatever
was going on with this kid,

it's gonna show up in his music.


Let's look.

Oh, "For Liz."

Huh, that's interesting.

It's his newest playlist.

Love songs.

A sex playlist, maybe?

Let me check the metadata

and see if we can access
where he was listening to it.

Nickerson Hall.

Huh, the English department.

Not exactly the sexiest place
for a hookup, but okay.


Oh, okay,

this is the Lynwood
security footage.

Hopefully we can find something
from one of those nights.

That's him.

And that must be Liz.

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Uh-huh ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Ooh, what's wrong with me? ♪

♪ So, you say I'm complicated ♪

♪ What's wrong
with being complicated? ♪

♪ But you've had me underrated ♪

♪ Bah, bah, bah, bah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Bah, bah, bah, bah,
what's wrong with being ♪

♪ What's wrong with being ♪

♪ Yeah... ♪

That's Elizabeth Dervan.

She's the girl
from the closet.

She's a Gingersnap-- they're
like the female Whippersnaps.

Okay, well, the question is
who didn't like

Liz and Scott fooling around?

♪ Yeah ♪
♪ What's wrong with being ♪

♪ What's wrong with
being confident ♪

♪ Ooh, ah ♪

Hold on one second.

What is it?

They weren't hooking up.

Then what were two college kids
doing in a closet every night?


♪ What's wrong with being ♪

♪ Confident, oh. ♪
♪ Confident! ♪

Not a lot
of singers that can hit

that high "G" flat.
Oh, I didn't know that.


See, this, uh,
Whippersnap arrangement

calls for
a belted "G" flat.

Scott kicked Ian
out of the Whippersnaps

to make room for you,
didn't he?

So Scott's big secret here

was to have a girl
in the group, right?

He wanted to do
a big reveal at Nationals

with press
and everything--

the first female Whippersnap.

That's why we were
hiding our rehearsals.

But Scott didn't care about
gender equality, did he?

He cared about winning.

Right, exactly, you
found out his true intentions.

You got pissed off,
and you killed him.


The truth is

I knew what Scott wanted,

but it was a chance
to break new ground and...

that's good for women,
isn't it?

Well, that's a hell
of a justification

for screwing over
your teammates.

I swear, I didn't kill him.

Well, any idea who did?

I don't know,

but I know if people found out,

my group, his group,

it could piss
a lot of people off.

You have something for me?

I found fracturing on both

olecranon processes
of the ulnae.

Wait... ulnas?

And why are you showing me
and not Dr. Brennan?

Well, I just wanted
to run it by you.

I mean, you're the boss.

Ms. Mills, you can't be afraid
to go to Dr. Brennan.

That said, what did you find?

Well, we know our victim
was being attacked,

so his instinct
would have been

to protect his face.

So the weapon hit
the olecranon processes,

fracturing the elbows.

So these are defensive wounds.

I believe so, yes.

I'll see if I can find
evidence of the murder weapon

in the corresponding tissue.

Great work, Ms. Mills.

You know, um...

Parker called me.

He said he wants to do

a creative writing program
this summer.

Wait a second, what?

Instead of hiking
the Appalachian Trail with me?

He's an excellent writer, Booth.

Yeah, I... but summer
is all about having fun.

Well, it might be

equally fun for him to focus

on a specific area
of his academic interest.

Why did he come
to you about this?

I don't know.

My assumption is that he feels

that I can understand
his predicament.

Wait, predicament?

Look, Bones,
I love you and all,

but this decision
isn't up to you.

I know...

but isn't it up to Parker?

Um, did you find

any news out
on that strange bacteria?

It's a rare type
of streptococcus.

Well, that is not good

for a singer.

Yeah, I called
the university

health center.

Scott and five
other Whippersnaps

checked themselves in

a month ago with
an unidentifiable

strep-like infection.


Well, that's scary.

And suspicious,

so I called labs in the area

to see if anyone
was familiar with it.

Turns out the biomedical
research lab at Lynwood

wasn't only familiar with it--
they created it.

All right,

well, let's see
who had access.

Wait a second.

This is the Whippersnap's

rival group, The Gingersnaps.

One of
the research fellows

at the biomedical lab
was a Gingersnap?

Esther Hines.

Look, Officer, there must
be some kind of a mistake.

Okay, the title is Agent.

I'll call you whatever
you want to be called.

Save that for
your professors, Esther.

That's not gonna work here.

Now, let's talk about
how you infected

those Whippersnaps with strep.

That's ridiculous.
You're one of ten people

with access to the bacteria,

the gestation period
of which is three days.


look what happened
three days before

the Whippersnaps
checked themselves

into the health center.

Didn't know it was a crime

to kiss multiple guys
in one night.

I wonder what Lynwood's
expulsion policy

is on bioterrorism.

Okay, I gave them strep.

Because you wanted
to take out the competition.

Okay, I was tired
of The Whippersnaps

getting all the big bookings,

so I put a sample
of the disease in my lip gloss

and I made out with them.

Scott stole your soloist,

so you gave him an infection

and then moved on
to something more severe.

Back up.

Scott did what?

Are you telling me
you didn't know

that Scott was poaching Liz?

Okay, even if Scott
wanted Liz to join,

she wouldn't have been able to.

Their bylaws prohibit women.

Scott was the director.

He could have
just changed that.

Okay, no, only the head

of the Whippersnap Alumni
Foundation can do that.

He's this old lawyer

who is still weirdly obsessed
with The Whippersnaps.

You talking
about William Johnson?


Anyways, he would never

sign an amendment.

How do you know that?

Because I tried to get him
to sign it.

I wanted to be a Whippersnap.

I used my best
negotiation tactics,

so trust me,

if he said no to me,

he definitely said no to Scott.

I ran histological tests

on the victim's bicep,

and found a grouping

of hemosiderin
laden macrophages.


Well, essentially, bruising.

With microscopic imaging,
I was able to determine

where under the skin

the blood vessels burst.

Hmm... looks like

a hand print.

Someone grabbed the victim
tight enough to leave a mark.

Can you determine
the size of the hand?

Yeah, since we know
the circumference of the bicep,

I can overlay the placement
of the bruises.

I'll send this to Booth.

This could be
the hand of our killer.

We established

my son has an alibi.

I don't see why you need
to question me further.

We're not here
to talk about Ian.

We're here to talk about you,
so have a seat.

have a seat, Mr. Johnson.

You neglected to tell us
that Scott approached you

about changing
the Whippersnap bylaws.

I fail to see
how that's relevant.

It's relevant because
all of those years

of tradition flushed

down the toilet by some teenager

is enough to drive a guy
to murder.

That's ridiculous.

Ridiculous? Prove it.

See, the killer grabbed
the victim by the arm.

If you're not the killer,

then your handprint
won't match.

Look, the handprint will match,

but I didn't kill him.

Well, something happened
between you two.

The Whippersnap bylaws state
the group is all male,

but he said
if I didn't let a woman in,

he'd just change the name
to Whippersnappers.

I was pissed.

I grabbed him
and I told him I'd make sure

the Whippersnappers
never made a penny,

but I let him go, okay?

Mm-mm, you're looking
pretty good for murder.

Maybe you should take a look
at Julian Klein and Ted Gibbs.

Why is that?
Back in September,

they were running
for the same director position.

Both were far more qualified
than Scott.

You think Scott pulled
something crooked?

My son told me
Scott blackmailed him.

Said he'd expose
the fact that they

had been buying
term papers.

You wanted to see me,
Dr. Brennan?

Ms. Mills, are these
the injuries you catalogued

as defensive wounds?


These are crushing fractures

which suggest the victim

fell backward
onto his elbows.

That's right.

I-I knew that.

Why wasn't I informed about

this fracturing?

I catalogued it with
the victim's childhood injuries.

Note the lack

of remodeling.

The fracturing on these bones

is perimortem.

Oh, I'm sorry.

And they are parallel to
the hyoid and rib fractures,

which indicates the killer
hit the victim one time,

with one object,
such as a ladder,

causing multiple
parallel contusions.

I should have seen that.

It was right in front of me.

Your mistakes

delayed the progress
of the investigation.

I'm so sorry.

It won't happen again.

That is right,
Ms. Mills, because...

I have to let you go.

I know I can do better.

That is conceivable,
but I can't take that chance.

There, there.

♪ I go walkin' ♪

♪ After midnight
in the moonlight ♪

♪ Always walkin'
after midnight ♪

♪ Searching for you ♪

♪ I walk miles
along the highway ♪

♪ 'Cause that's just my way ♪

♪ Of saying I love you ♪

♪ I go walkin' ♪

♪ After midnight ♪
♪ I'm gonna swing ♪

♪ From the chandelier ♪
♪ Out in the moonlight ♪

♪ Just hoping you may be somewhere ♪
♪ From the chandelier ♪

♪ I'm ♪
♪ A-walkin' ♪

♪ After midnight ♪
♪ Gonna live ♪

♪ Like tomorrow doesn't exist ♪
♪ Searching for me ♪

♪ Searching for me ♪
♪ Like it doesn't Exist ♪

♪ You know
I'm searching for ya ♪

♪ I'm walkin' ♪
♪ I'm ♪

♪ Gonna fly like ♪
♪ After midnight ♪

♪ Out in the starlight ♪
♪ A bird through the night ♪

♪ Feel my tears as they dry ♪
♪ Just hoping you may be ♪

♪ Somewhere out walkin' ♪
♪ I'm ♪

♪ Gonna swing ♪
♪ After midnight ♪

♪ Searching for me ♪
♪ From the chandelier ♪

♪ From the chandelier ♪
♪ Searching for me ♪

♪ I'm holding on for dear life ♪

♪ Won't look down,
won't open my eyes ♪

♪ Keep my glass full ♪

♪ Until morning light,
'cause I'm just ♪

♪ Holding on for tonight,
help me ♪

♪ I'm holding on for dear life ♪
♪ I'm walkin' ♪

♪ After midnight ♪
♪ Won't look down, won't open my eyes ♪

♪ Keep my glass full
until morning light Searching for me ♪

♪ Searching for me ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight ♪

♪ On for tonight,
on for tonight... ♪

Okay, that's it.

Hey! Quiet up.

Let's-let's wrap
this up here.

We have one day
to get ready.

That's fantastic,
but I got a search warrant here

that trumps
your little glee club,

so everybody out.

Move, move, uh-uh,
except you two.

You two back up. Why?
What? Why?

Because you were here the night
that Scott Hill was murdered.

And the murder took place

right here.

Parallel rungs made of oak.

Fits the weapon profile.

Weapon profile?
What are you trying to say?

You're both under arrest
for the murder of Scott Hill.

We are not murderers.

I-I cry at the end

of Legally Blonde Two.

Does that sound like
a murderer to you?

We've got you two
at the scene of the crime

on the day of Scott's murder.

Oh, my God, are you serious?
I mean, we may...

No, there's no...
...we may have been there at some point,

I mean, look at us.
but we're there every single day.

We sing, no, we do.

Every day, and we have
And CICs are coming up.

a show coming up.
We're rehearsing...

I can't afford
to lose my voice...

...every night, Monday,
Tuesday, Wednesday...

Okay, slow it down.

Thank you.

One at a time.

Is there anyone who can account

for where you were
on Friday night?

Yeah, totally.

Okay, who?


Anyone who isn't a suspect
in this murder investigation?


we're actually
murder suspects?

We didn't do this.

Oh, my God,
I'm freaking out right now.

Scott blackmailed you

so he could become director.

Yes, Scott blackmailed us,
but it was for the best.

He was an amazing director.

So, you admit that

he blackmailed you?

That must have made you angry.

Well, I mean, at first,

yeah, but after we saw
how good he was,

we realized it was worth it.

He even gave me
his anxiety medication

before a concert
just to help me chill out.

Hold on a second,
Scott gave you drugs?

Well, yeah, yeah,
i-it-it was just medication,

uh, uh, a friend
helping out a friend.

You know, I...

I tend to get really... um...

do you... do you have
a paper bag?

So, I measured the distance

from the injury
at the hyoid to the rib,

and the rib injury
to the tibia.

Well, in this case,
there'd be more injuries.

What if the victim wasn't prone?

If I adjust his body,
the ladder hits him

in the right places.

Well, this is possible,

but I'll need
to examine further.

Hey, little Copernicus
came through for us.

Oh, I assume
you're talking about the rat,

and not the astronomer.



Anyway, uh, I actually found

wood in his feces,
and not just oak.

There was maple,
pine and alder,

which means that the weapon was
made of some compressed wood.

The ladder from
Whipperspace is made

of solid oak, so that can't

be the murder weapon.

So much for that.

Hey, by the way,
where is Sammy?

I haven't seen her
in a few hours.

She made significant errors,
so I fired her.

After a day?


Come on now, I mean,

everyone deserves
a second chance,

especially one of our own.

I am fond of Sammy as well,

but I can't let
my personal feelings

impede an investigation.

Case in point.

There's sharp force trauma
on the occipital

which was obfuscated
by the blunt force trauma,

but it should have been found.

So, the victim was hit
with something?

He was.

Dr. Hodgins, can you swab
for particulates?

You expect us
to work even though

you just fired our friend?

Thank you, yes.

Hey, y'all ready

for your big camping trip?

just slow down, okay.

This is not a "camping trip,"
you understand me?

We are hiking
the Appalachian Trail.

Hiking, got it.

Parker must be stoked.

What do you got?

Well, listen,
the lab ruled out

the Whippersnap ladder.

All right, so we're back
to square one.

Well, not exactly, see,
I found out that Scott

had been scoring
anti-anxiety meds for Julian.

Turns out Scott didn't have
a prescription.

Ah, you know,
Scott would do anything

for that group.

Maybe that includes
buying drugs illegally.

A campus full of geniuses
got to be loaded

with anti-anxiety meds
and dealers.

Sounds kind of pathetic,
if you ask me.

You get
into a top ten university,

and singing freaks you out?

Let's see you get up there

and try it.

I'm just saying.


You wanted
to show me something?

Yeah, so, I got the results
back from swabbing

the sharp force trauma,
and check this out.

I found traces
of olivine, pyroxine,

and troilite, which got me
thinking of chondrules.

Wow, they're beautiful,
aren't they?

Very rare, too,
because chondrules

are only found in meteorites.

Wait, the victim's roommate

is an astrophysics major

with a focus
on planetary geology.

Hey, then that actually means
that it's possible

he had access
to meteorite samples.

I'll call Booth.

Uh, also, C-Cam...

this whole Sammy thing,
any chance you can, you know,

pull rank or anything?

I mean, I feel like
we can get it to work.

Wanting things to work
and actually making things work

are two very different things,
Dr. Hodgins.

This is a meteorite sample.


Bones, what about this?

What about the bookshelf?

there's parallel bars.

The wood is cheap.

Could this have
killed him?

Let me see.

Yes, the spacings correlate
directly to the injuries.

Wait a second,
I got motive.

Empty bottle
of anxiety medicine

made out to McKay Nield.

You killed Scott because
he was stealing your meds.

- No.
- You threw the meteorite

at his head.

that-that's not true.
I'm not a killer.

It propelled him forward
into the bookshelf,

disrupting its balance
and causing it to fall onto him.

I-It was an accident.

I had to give
a presentation

for the astronomy

Scott took my meds,
and I had a panic attack.

That fellowship
meant everything to me,

and I lost it because of him.

So you killed him.

He pulled the shelf
on top of himself

trying to get his balance.

I... I didn't mean to.

I'm sure you didn't mean to feed
his body to the rats, either.

Turn around.

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Close your eyes,
lay your head down ♪

♪ Now it's time to sleep ♪

♪ May you find great adventure ♪

♪ As you lie and dream... ♪

What are you looking at?

Hi, Angie.

I actually think these
little guys are gonna make it.



Well, I did some research
on that Dr. Hoffman.

One of his patients died
during surgery.

I know, Angela,
but that was two years ago.

Look, you seem to care
a whole lot

about those rats' lives,
and yet you don't even

think twice
about risking your own.

Come on,
this is different.

I'm not really sure that it is.

The entire colony died
because they were poked

and-and-and prodded and

tested on, and now you
just want to sign up

to do the same thing
to yourself.

You're right.

You're right.

I'm not gonna do the surgery.

I just really wanted to find
something that worked.


we'll keep looking until
we find something that does.

But for now we should...

For now...

we're fine.


Hey, so, Angela,

um, so, in terms of the rats...

we can take them home
with us, right?


Angela, you cannot
come into my office

and do this whole speech
about the value of life

and then send these poor
little guys back to Lynwood

where they're gonna
get executed.


but you are the one

who's gonna be cleaning

the poop out of those cages.

You say that
as if it's a bad thing.

Oh, hey, Booth wants
us to come over.

He says it's important.

Are you gonna tell us
why we're here?

Okay, I'm here,
what's the big emergency?

Okay, I found
something important

that we all must see.

Ooh, I wonder what
it could be.

Is this to do
with the murder?

No, it's about one of us.

Oh, is it...

about Hodgins
or perhaps Cam?

No, it's uh...

about Aubrey here.

He is, uh--

or was--

hiding something from us.

I found this in a pile

of William Johnson's
a cappella junk.

This is
the 2001 National Collegiate

A Cappella Championship.

What could that be?

Let's put that one in.
No, no, no,

give me that,
that's evidence!

No, no, no, no,
it is in,

and we are ready
to roll, huh?


♪ Daisy, Daisy ♪
♪ Bom bom bom ♪

Looking good there, Aubrey.

♪ Give me your answer, do ♪

- Oh...
- Oh, wow.

- Really?
- Wow...

Geez, we got 11th place.

Aubrey, looking good, man.

That is quite a hairdo.


Okay, Booth, lay it on me.
Well, I think

the tape speaks for
itself there, Aubrey.

♪ You'll look sweet
upon the seat ♪

♪ Of a bicycle built ♪

♪ For two... ♪

Yeah, so listen,
I read the, uh, short story

that, uh, Parker gave you,
and, uh, he might, uh,

be a better writer than you.

Well, that's an opinion
I'm certain my fans

would disagree with,

but yes, Parker is
a talented writer.

Look at that.

I'm gonna...

let him go to Oxford
this summer.


Yeah, you know, I think that,
you know, life is...

life needs to be enjoyed.

You're not afraid
he'll turn out like

one of the Lynwood kids
or me?

Let me tell you something,

if he ends up
turning out like you,

I will be the proudest dad ever.

Ah, there's the big finale.

♪ Bom, bom, bom ♪

♪ On a bicycle built ♪

♪ For two! ♪

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