Bones (2005–2017): Season 12, Episode 3 - The New Tricks in the Old Dogs - full transcript

(CLANKS)

(INHALES) Evan! Come on,

you're totally
breaking character.

So what? You'd prefer I died
from an obstructed air flow?

Just keep it cool, all right?

Kyle, we're here to
conduct experiments.

"Cool" is not
exactly our milieu.

Whatevs. Let's just
get this started, all right?

Evan, open one of
the barrels. Be careful.

KYLE: This place is just like
they said it would be on the news.

Check it out. The lid is ajar.



KYLE: Dudes,
this is totally boss.

Baking soda and
acid. Instant volcano.

(BOTH SNICKERING)

(BOTH LAUGHING) What?

What are you two
nerds laughing at?

Because, Zero Charisma,
this isn't hydrochloric acid.

It's sulfuric acid.

Then what's the white stuff?

C12, H22, O11.

Every kid's favorite.

KYLE: Sugar?

What do you get combining
sugar and sulfuric acid?

CLAIRE: Just wait and see.

(RUMBLING)



Only the biggest, baddest black
snake firework you ever saw.

Aw!

That was anti-climactic.

(YELPS)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Awesome.

(INHALES)

BRENNAN: Booth, please,
I'm not trying to argue with you.

Okay, but then just say it,
okay? Why don't you just say it?

Seventh-graders
playing with a barrel

of acid is not
really the best idea.

I will not say it,
especially as they

took the proper
safety precautions.

I applaud their curious minds.

Plus, their intervention
did save the body

from being completely
dissolved. See?

Zip it, okay, Aubrey. Whose
side are you on, anyways?

Hers. I'm sorry, but in this
instance I'm hoes before bros.

What? That did
not come out right.

No. Of course,

the real criminals are
Goodlife Chemicals.

I mean, they are the ones who
illegally disposed of their toxic waste.

Yeah, it's like Love
Canal all over again.

Please stop with the Love Canal.

What is with the breath coming
through the back right now?

It smells like
death warmed over.

Almost like a toxic
blast of camel butt.

Well, this is a black
kale chia smoothie.

Why? Why are you drinking that?

Did you lose a bet or something?

Do you have an infected lesion?

What? Why would
you even ask that?

Well, black kale is high in
Vitamin K and antioxidants,

both of which promote healing.

Okay. No. No lesions, okay?

Jessica just thought
maybe it'd be a good idea

if I went on a junk food
cleanse. No big deal.

Go back to the donuts because
that smells like monkey ass.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(CLICKS) Yeah, I
see some over here...

(MAN GRUNTS)

BOOTH: Wow, you
were not kidding.

This is like one of those
black snake fireworks.

I told you, science is cool.

All right.

Really?

Wow, you gotta
work on your delivery.

Yeah.

Excuse me, are you FBI?

'Cause I must insist

that you move all these people
in hazmat suits immediately.

Really? Why? They're
just doing their job.

Their very presence is
prejudicial to my client.

Oh, what a shocker.

We have a lawyer here who
represents Goodlife Chemicals.

All these precautions, the hazmat
suits, the decontamination foam,

it misrepresents that these
chemicals are hazardous.

Nonsense. Sulfuric acid is not
only hazardous, it is highly corrosive.

It would eat through
your flesh in seconds.

That is your opinion.

CAM: No, it's fact,

and the reason why I have
almost nothing to work with

except for this gray hair.

So, you're saying our
victim was an old guy.

Judging by the
deterioration of the

medial carpal joints,
I'd say at least 70.

Killing Grandpa, huh? That's
not good press for your company.

You wanna put that camera away?

You know, I'm thinking
maybe our victim here

was one of the plaintiffs
suing Goodlife Chemical.

Mmm-hmm. Hey, Bones,
can you just tell me when

the body was dumped
in the acid there?

I can't say with any accuracy, but
Hodgins would have a better idea.

Oh, unfortunately, he
wasn't able to make it.

He had some kind of
wheelchair accident.

So, do you have direct
access to this site?

I must warn you,

if you even insinuate my
involvement in this man's death,

I will sue you for slander.

Right. That's exciting.
Go ahead and try it.

Oh, no. It's the press. Could
you people please hurry along?

Yeah.

Did you get a sample of the
sulfuric acid for Dr. Hodgins to test?

Yes, Doctor. I
said hurry, let's go.

(GROANS) The acid, it's
all over me. Oh, my God.

Calm down. Calm... Calm down...

Oh!

"Calm down"? "Calm
down"? Are you insane?

Don't you know anything?
This stuff is pure toxic hell.

Do you want to be
decontaminated?

Do it! What are you waiting for?

Wait, but... Booth, he's not...

Not going to survive if we
don't help. Isn't that right, guys?

Hurry.

Thank you so much.

Just doing our job,
sir. Happy to help.

(GROANS)

(OPENING THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey. Hey.

There you are. We missed you
at the crime scene. You okay?

Oh, yeah, never better.
Is that the victim's skull?

Yeah, Angela just
finished scanning it

so she could do a
facial reconstruction.

What's all that
schmutz that's on it?

It's carbon residue.

Residue from what?

Long story short, the victim
was put in sulfuric acid,

then kids decided to do
an experiment adding sugar.

Whoa! Whoa!

Creating an exothermic reaction.

How long was the carbon snake?

About 12 feet.

Lucky son of a bitch.

Excuse me?

Uh, I'm sorry. It's just,

whenever I've thought
of my own death,

that is exactly how I've
always wanted to go.

Man, this day just keeps
getting better and better.

Oh, hey, honey, I'm almost
done. I just feel badly.

It's not a very flattering
portrait, I'm afraid.

Yes, I agree.

The way you've drawn him,

he reminds me of Eddie,
the Iron Maiden mascot.

Excuse me?

Iron Maiden.

Not the torture
instrument of historic myth,

but the English
heavy metal band.

You know who Iron Maiden is?

You, who thinks Maroon
5 is a color palette?

Yes, I have long been fascinated

with black and
heavy metal cultures

ever since we had the case
involving the band Skalle.

Skalle, incidentally,
means "Skull" in Norwegian.

Yes, I remember that.

Hmm.

Something's wrong.

Angela, can you bring up
your photographs of the victim?

Uh, yeah, just a second.

The skull was still
pretty covered in carbon,

but I don't think I
missed anything.

Go closer on the mandible.

(BEEPING)

ANGELA: Oh, right.
I see what I missed.

The weathering to the
mandible, it suggests bite collapse.

The disintegration of the jaw

is common among
long-time denture wearers.

Okay, well, let's
add some dentures.

And his hair.

Okay, I'll run a search through
missing-persons in DMV.

(BEEPING)

I was glad to hear that
Hodgins is doing better after

his wheelchair incident.

Oh...

Yeah, yeah, that was nothing.

Just one of the wheels
popped right off the axle,

just one of those things.

One of those things being you
having sex in his wheelchair?

What? How did you...

Who are you?

Just a forensic scientist at the
height of her deductive powers.

I have to tell you, it
was really awesome.

Like, better than
it's been in forever.

Glad to hear.

And we also started talking
about maybe having another kid.

Are you guys gonna
have any more?

We haven't had those
discussions. Perhaps...

Perhaps we should. Hmm.

(BEEPING) Oh.

Okay, we got a match.

James Felbeck, age 86. Hmm.

He had a long life.

What's a silver alert?

It's like an amber alert
for missing seniors.

Looks like this was
issued this morning.

He was last seen at the
retirement center where he lived.

BRENNAN: Given his
age, the time of death,

it's surprising
how little the FBI

has on file
concerning our victim.

Which means he's
probably a pretty decent guy.

No felonies, no misdemeanors.

Also, no family, no children
to visit him in his old age.

You okay, Bones?

Uh, yes.

Angela and I were talking.

She and Hodgins are
considering having another child,

and she asked about us.

Wow. What, you want another one?

Why? Our family's
perfect the way it is.

Oh, I completely agree.

Right.

Which is why I want
you to get a vasectomy.

What? Vasectomy.

It's a surgical procedure

where the vas deferens
is severed and then tied.

No. No severing. No way.

Booth, why are you
covering yourself?

I'm not going to perform
the procedure myself.

No. In a car.

Oh, no, no, not gonna
happen. Why not?

You scared?

No, I am not scared, but...

(INHALES)

I'm a sniper, do you hear me?
And snipers, they do not fire blanks.

And, in that analogy, my
ovaries are, what, target practice?

What? You know what? I
don't wanna talk about this.

We got a case, let's focus.

Okay, fine.

Good, thank you.

You're welcome.

I just want to be
clear, all right?

When we get there,
just follow my lead.

My gut is telling me that our
killer is someone on the staff.

Hmm, it's possible the killer
could also be a fellow retiree.

(CHUCKLES) Come on. Seriously?

You think that another senior
killed and dumped our victim in acid?

What, you're presuming
that just because

somebody is old
they are less capable?

That's ageism, Booth. "Ageism"?

Now you're accusing
me of being ageist?

Yes.

However, if you'd like to
talk about something else,

we could always return to
you being... (WHISTLES)

No, no, no. How
about those Mets?

What are the Mets?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

I have to admit this is a
lot nicer than I expected.

I agree. The facilities
seem well maintained,

the residents
engaged and active.

Right.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Did you just...

Pinch your cute little tuchus?

Can you blame me?

No, I cannot.

I like her. Don't encourage her.

Hello, so sorry about that.
Agnes, hands to yourself.

You must be Agent
Booth and Dr. Brennan.

I'm Francis. Very
pleased to meet you.

Not pleased.

Because obviously,
death is horrible.

And especially when
it happens in such a...

We, we get it, Francis.

You seem a little
nervous. Are you okay?

Given your occupation,

I would imagine you'd
be accustomed to

literally being
surrounded by death.

What? Death is
inevitable. Bones, don't...

And in his case,
relatively imminent.

Stop. Sorry, she
didn't mean that.

She just likes to
blurt things out.

You're gonna have a very healthy

and happy life in front of you.

No, Booth, he will not. Stop.

Can we continue
this somewhere else?

An excellent idea.

I could show you to
Mr. Felbeck's room.

That would be best.

You don't just
scream out like that.

What? You don't
tiptoe around death.

Francis... BRENNAN:
It's a part of life.

Sulfuric acid
dissolved away most of

the small bones
in the extremities.

Also, the bones I
have are cooked

due to the reaction of
the acid and sugar mixing.

Hey, no complaining
over there, pal.

At least you got
something to work with.

I'm not finding any
clothing whatsoever

in our carbonaceous viper here.

This is really how
you wanna die?

Yeah, it's my
Viking funeral, baby.

I have to admit, it's a pretty
amazing experiment these kids did.

Right? Michael Vince and I are
totally recreating this when I get home,

only much, much bigger.

Sounds like fun.

You and your Mini-Me
playing mad scientist.

Speaking of kids, you got
a wedding coming up soon.

Wedding is not
kids, Dr. Hodgins.

You know what they say.

First comes love, then
comes marriage, then comes...

Work, Dr. Hodgins. Work
comes next. What have you got?

Well, there's no
flesh or clothing,

but thanks to my esteemed
colleague, John George Haigh,

I was able to estimate how
long our victim was in the acid.

John George Haigh? You
mean the Acid Bath Murderer?

Yeah, one and the same.

So, George found that it took
48 hours to fully dissolve a body

to a point where you could
actually pour it down the drain

without clogging the pipes.

Of course. When killing someone,

it's definitely plumbing
that keeps you up at night.

So, based on the
victim's height and weight,

I was able to extrapolate
that he was placed in the barrel

somewhere between
18 and 24 hours

prior to the sugar being added.

Unfortunately, all I found are
some blunt force trauma injuries

on the left femur, and
left ribs three through five.

As you can see, based on
the cross-sectional outline,

the shape of the weapon
was long and cylindrical.

Maybe a pipe?

Dowel rod? Golf clubs.

Rebar. Baseball bat.

Nunchucks.

Guys, our victim was an
old man in a nursing home.

You might wanna think "cane."

Ah! Cane.

Here we are. This
is Mr. Felbeck's suite.

As you can see, we provide
very spacious accommodations

for all of our residents.

Excuse me. What exactly is that?

An ALS. I'm looking
for blood evidence.

You didn't clean anything
up, did you, Francis?

I can assure you the room is
exactly how Mr. Felbeck left it.

Interesting. The
decor is quite distinct.

Most of these pieces
are French colonial.

Yes. Mr. Felbeck
had a fascinating life.

He told me he lived in
Paris for nearly 20 years.

So, did Mr. Felbeck
ever complain about

the staff members
treating him poorly?

No, not at all, uh...

He was very, very happy here.

The staff adored him.

How about any of
the other residents?

Did they ever complain about
staff members treating them poorly?

Agent Booth, my residents
are in the twilight of their lives.

So, they suffer from
dementia, Alzheimer's.

When they get confused,

there are times when
unfounded accusations are made.

BRENNAN: Booth,
I found something.

She found something.

Oh, my. Is this where he died?

No. This is where
he went to heaven.

My husband is
euphemistically referring to sex.

By the sheer quantity...

You're gonna need a
new cleaning service.

So, who was Mr. Felbeck seeing?

By seeing, he means...

Intercourse.

Yeah.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(CLEARS THROAT) That's
her right over there, in blue.

Barbara Baker.

Poor thing. She's
been through so much.

What do you mean?

She has no family, none at all.

(SIGHS)

I mean, technically,
she has a daughter,

but they haven't
spoken in years.

Barbara doesn't even know
where her daughter lives.

BOOTH: Look at her, Bones.

She looks like my grandma Alice.

Gram...

Excuse me.

Listen, let me just
do all the talking.

I don't want you to excite
them or say something

that's gonna,
like, freak 'em out.

That's fine. I have no intention

of causing this poor woman
a myocardial infarction.

BOOTH: Hi, ladies.

Uh, Barbara Baker, can we
speak to you for one moment?

Oh, not now.

I'm 84 and I'm playing bridge.

Whatever you need cannot be
more important than playing bridge.

It has to do with James Felbeck.

If anyone looks at
my hand, I'll know.

Tell me the truth.

Is James okay?

Maybe you'd like to sit down.

Is he dead?

Yes, ma'am.

Murdered?

Yes.

Son of a bitch.

Rufus Tucker!

You bastard son of a bitch!

What are you talking
about? Stop that, will you?

Ms. Baker, put down the cane!

Hey, Barbara!

(GRUNTS)

Hey, I said stop it!

Booth, I would say we
have our next suspect

except I'm not sure
who seems more guilty,

Mr. Tucker or the
cane wielder herself.

Stop it!

That's gonna leave a bruise.

This is unacceptable.

You must arrest
him. He's a murderer.

(SCOFFS)

Do I look like a murderer?

Yes.

Let's just remain
calm, all right?

Look, all I have to do is ask
a few questions, that's all.

You're gonna
question us together?

Do you have a problem with that?

Well, Colombo always
questions his suspects separately.

Yeah, that's very true. He
would separate them, but...

That was the actor.

Look, I'm not Colombo.

My husband doesn't
believe you're true suspects.

(CHUCKLES)

Because you're so
old. BOOTH: Stop.

Thanks, Bones.
Really? I didn't...

Barbara, let me
ask you a question.

Please... Why do you
think Rufus here is involved?

Because he's jealous.

Ah!

Jealous of your relationship
with Mr. Felbeck?

You two previously dated?

I courted Barbara.

He asked if I wanted to pork.

I'm sorry?

It's a line that's
had limited success.

James, on the other
hand, was a gentleman.

He was kind and a
good man, a surprise.

Someone that I could see myself

spending the rest
of my days with.

BOOTH: Mr. Tucker... Hmm?

Where were you
the night before last?

Same as always, I was here.

Well, watching
TV till about 2:00.

Can anyone
corroborate your alibi?

The new guy.

Uh, what's his
name? It's a color.

Blue? Yellow? No, Blackie.

Well, black is not a color. It
absorbs all colors on the spectrum.

Red. He means Red Hudmoore.
He moved in last week.

Thank you.

Go pork yourself.

(BEEPING)

Cam, I was just
about to call you.

I think I found cause of death.

Excellent, but while
it's just you and me,

I was hoping that we might
be able to talk, like talk-talk.

You mean about what Dr. Hodgins
and I were discussing earlier?

Look, I want nothing
more than to marry you,

and I know how much
you wanna be a father.

Cam, can we talk about
this later? Not really.

Biologically speaking,
our options begin to shrink

in the not-so-distant future.

I hear you.

But when I look at you,

all I see are
limitless possibilities.

That is the most beautiful thing

I've ever awkwardly interrupted.

Dr. Hodgins, what
is it you need?

Well, limitless possibilities
here sent me a text.

You've got some vertebraes
you need me to swab?

Cam, here, let me
show you what I found

camouflaged by the acid erosion.

Extensive microfracturing
on the posterior arches

of the C1 and C2 vertebrae.

So, cause of death
was likely a broken neck.

All right, well, I'll swab
within the fractures for trace.

Hopefully, it'll point
to whoever did this.

Because at this stage,
it's anyone's ball game.

CAM: Actually, I disagree.

I've been looking at the
victim's medical charts,

James Felbeck had osteoporosis.

So, his bone matrix
was compromised.

CAM: Well, yes and no.

He was taking part in a drug
study to repair lost bone mass

and as of his last bone density
test, which was six months ago,

his T-score was plus one.

"Plus one"? That doesn't
sound too promising.

Actually, it means his bones
were as strong as a 30-year-old's.

And given the severity of
the damage we're seeing,

I don't think there's any chance

one of the fellow residents
could've done this to him.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Excuse me.

Excuse me, are you
Red Hudmoore? I'm FBI.

Special Agent Seeley Booth.

This here is my partner,
Dr. Temperance Brennan.

You're here because of
the guy that was killed, right?

Did you know him? No.

What about Rufus Tucker?

He said he saw you in the
TV room the night before last.

Yeah, I was there till...

About 10:00. He kept
flipping the TV channels

and talking about his all-time
favorite television babes. (CHUCKLES)

A gentleman would never talk
that way about Donna Reed.

Wait a second.

You were with the
720 MP battalion?

Don't tell me you heard of it.

I have not.

Bones, the 720 was the only
battle-tested MP battalion in Vietnam.

My Pops, my grandfather, he
served with them back in the '50s.

Soldiers of the Gauntlet.

That's what they called us.

That's right. Soldiers
of the Gauntlet.

Well, Booth, now that we've
verified the alibi we should get going.

It was an honor
to meet you, sir.

Yeah.

Hey, Bones. One
more thing, you know,

I may need another set of
eyes and ears on the property

while I'm gone, in
case you see anything.

I don't know if you're
up for one last case.

Okay, Booth. Yeah.

Hey, got the swab results back

from the fractures in the
victim's vertebrae and ribs.

So, I was right, he
was hit with a cane?

Yup, aluminum alloy.

Very lightweight and
extremely common.

Also, I've got a requisition
form here for you.

For what?

You know, nothing
much, ballistic gelatin,

forensic-grade resin bones, a
dozen or so aluminum alloy canes.

Also, chinos, reading
glasses and a cardigan.

I don't wanna know
what you're building, do I?

No, you do not.

Okay. Do it.

Hey, what about you? Is that
the victim's hair I'm looking at?

No, it's canine dander
from five different breeds

that was found at the
crime scene. Take a look.

"Golden retriever,
beagle, Pomeranian."

Yeah, they're all comfort dogs.

The kind used in therapy.

Also, I found traces
of the victim's blood.

Which means wherever
they do this type of therapy

is most likely the room
in which he was killed.

This is the common area
where we do our dog therapy,

among other activities.

Who had access to
the room last night?

All the staff and residents
have full access, 24/7.

This is Sam, one
of our orderlies.

He'll clear the area so
you won't be disturbed.

I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have
to ask the two of you to leave.

This is officially a
crime scene now.

Yeah, of course.
Sam, if you will. Yeah.

(SOFTLY) Sam is tall.

I don't know, Bones.
Looks pretty clean to me.

Nothing's disturbed. There's
no broken glass anywhere.

You might wanna check
the couches over there,

my guess is that's where
they did the dog therapy.

I don't need your
assistance, Booth.

If you are bored and need to keep
busy, I have a video on my phone

showing exactly how

a no-scalpel vasectomy is
performed. (CELL PHONE RINGING)

No, no, that's fine. Look at that.
Aubrey to the rescue. Perfect.

Aubrey, what do you got?
Tell me something good.

Well, I just ran
background checks

on all the employees
at the retirement home.

Booth. Hold on.

Yeah. BRENNAN: I
think I found something.

BOOTH: Please tell
me it's blood this time.

It is. However, based
on the smear pattern,

it appears the killer used
multiple cleaning agents.

Possibly as many as four.

Four cleaning agents?

Wait, hold on, did you just say

something about
cleaning supplies?

Because the guy that I
found is one of the orderlies.

Who? AUBREY: A big guy.

His name's Sam Watkins.
He got charged with assault.

Sam, 6'6"?

Yep, that's him.

And by the looks of the
photos of the guy that he hit,

seems more like
attempted murder to me.

Okay, great, thanks.
Listen, come on,

we gotta get the orderly.
BRENNAN: Who was it?

We gotta go find
the orderly. Come on.

Excuse me, Sam.

Sam Watkins? Yeah.

We need to ask
you a few questions.

Booth? BOOTH: Yeah.

There's blood on these supplies.

Mr. Watkins, will you
take a seat, please?

I prefer to stand.

Take a seat.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(EXHALES)
(QUIETLY) It'll be okay.

So, our lab found
Mr. Felbeck's blood

on one of the
solvents in your cart.

If you want any
leniency, I suggest

now would be a
great time to confess.

No, I didn't do nothing.

So, what, you think someone
went behind your back

and used your cleaning supplies?

I don't know.

I don't wanna get
nobody in trouble.

Sam, why don't you tell me
about this man that you assaulted?

That was an
accident. He hit my car.

All I did was give him a push.

Yeah? When you're
6'6", 300 pounds,

accidents can get
pretty messy, can't they?

I didn't kill Mr. Felbeck.

He and I were friends. We
used to watch movies together.

Boxing matches.

He used to tell me about
his time as a welterweight.

He was one of the coolest
old dudes I ever met.

Okay, then, so as
his friend, then tell me,

if not you, who else
could've killed him?

I don't know.

So, you didn't see
or hear anything?

All I know is the
last few weeks,

he spent a whole lot of time
at night in the computer lab.

Okay.

And when I asked him what
he was doing with the computer,

all he said was
better I didn't know.

Hey, Hodgins, Cam asked that I
check on how you're progressing

on some sort of experiment.

And now I understand
why she didn't come herself.

ANGELA: Hey,
Arastoo, come join us.

Allow me to introduce you to
the newest member of our family.

Preston Alexander
Hildenbrand III.

Or you can just call him Gramps.

ANGELA: Hodgins named him
after his maternal grandfather.

Yeah. Now, grab a cane
and give him a good whack.

What? No, I'm
not hitting Gramps.

Oh, you'd do it if you
ever met him, trust me.

He was the most selfish,
miserly, billionaire son of a bitch

this side of Montgomery Burns.

Honey, maybe you
should do it yourself.

You know, give him a good whack.

Really?

It's cheaper than therapy.

It's a long time
coming, old man.

Okay. (CHUCKLES)

This is very, very
demented. Yeah.

Ready?

Ooh! Ah!

321 PSI, that's a
good, strong blow.

Yeah, it felt
really, really good.

The problem is the
ribs are barely fractured.

Which means the
killer is someone

significantly stronger
than Hodgins.

Or our victim's bones weren't as
robust as they were six months ago.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CONVERSATIONS)

I see you're...

You're taking some of our
computers out for evidence.

Well, apparently,
Mr. Felbeck spent

a lot of time online
before he died.

I mean, could be nothing, but,
hey, it's worth checking, right?

I saw you also took
Sam in for questioning.

You think he's good for it?

I don't know the
guy from Adam, but...

My gut says...

Not a snowball's chance in July.

(CHUCKLES)

I tell you what, I got an idea.

What do you say
we go for a walk?

No, I don't feel like it.

Come on, come on,
it's good exercise.

We can go scope out
some suspects. Well, I...

Come on, let's go for a walk.

Heck.

Come on, let me give
you a hand. All right.

Let me get that. (SCREAMS)

Red. Red, you okay? Don't move.

Hey, we need some help in here.

Red, don't move.

Quick, call an ambulance.
What happened?

We were just going
for a walk and he fell.

You were exerting
him, weren't you?

No, I didn't.

(COUGHING) It's gonna
be okay, Mr. Hudmoore.

I'm here. It's gonna be okay.
We're gonna take care of you.

Dr. Brennan.

Here's my analysis
of the calcium

phosphate leeched from the bones

due to acidification.

It's a substance
called bone shadows.

According to your
measurements, the victim only had

20% of optimal bone density.

Which means his
bones were so brittle,

anyone, young or
old, could've killed him.

What's strange is
that six months ago,

his bones were
robust and healthy.

Yeah, the question
now is what caused

them to deteriorate so quickly?

No, that answer is simple.

He wasn't taking his medication.

The real question is
why wasn't he taking it?

Angela, is this one of the
computers from the retirement home?

Yeah, and you won't
believe what I'm finding.

I assume you're referring
to pornographic material.

Enough to make a
teenage boy blush.

(SIGHS)

You'd think at a certain age,
enough would be enough.

Not for the male of the species.

They're biologically programmed

to keep wanting
sexual gratification,

which is why I told Booth
he needs to get a vasectomy.

Can you see if anyone was
selling their medication online?

Wait, what?

Prescription medication,
specifically for osteoporosis.

No. The part about you
neutering your husband.

It's a rational decision. Neither
one of us wants any more children.

Right. But Booth is Catholic.

So? He had pre-marital sex.

Clearly, exceptions can be made.

Okay. You let me
know how that turns out.

Regarding the
prescription medication,

there is something
of interest I did find.

(BEEPING) See this account?

"Hattie Finnegan"? I
don't know who that is.

Well, she's a resident
who died a month ago.

Wait, this account
is still active.

Yeah, and someone
has been using it

to sell prescription
medication online.

Was it the victim? I don't know.

But whoever they are,

they've been running some
pretty questionable searches.

I mean, anyone who looks up
naked pictures of Donna Reed,

that's just wrong.

(BEEPING)

What? Did I say something?

Booth, I know who you need
to bring in for questioning.

Mr. Tucker, we
did some digging on

the computers at
the retirement home.

We know that you were selling
James Felbeck's drug medication online.

Good.

That's excellent detective work.

I'm sorry, you're glad
we found you out?

Well, my taxes
pay for your salary.

I'm glad to see that
they're not being wasted.

Okay. So, you wanna
know what I think happened?

Might as well.
I'm paying for it.

I think you stole his
medication to sell online,

replaced it with
some kind of placebo.

Felbeck found out
and he confronted you.

I see.

Uh, I take back what I said
about the excellent detective work.

Okay.

Fine.

Why don't you tell
me what happened?

James came to me,

said he needed money,
asked me to sell his medication.

Why you? Were you two close?

No, barely knew each other.

But he knew

I was street.

You're street? Yeah.

I'm very, very street.

Yeah, no, I'm sorry.
I'm not buying it.

Felbeck needed that medication,

his bones were
turning to dust without it.

He told me he was
over-medicated.

Well, if he did, then he lied.

All right, let's just pretend
for a second that I believe you.

He tell you why he
needed that money?

No. He said it was urgent.

That's all I know.

Promise.

Thank you so much for coming in.

And since you knew
Mr. Felbeck the best,

we thought we could ask
you some more questions.

Oh, of course.

Also, I just wanted
you to know that

your friend Red is
gonna be all right.

Right, the doctors called us.

He suffered a broken clavicle,
but he'll make a full recovery.

Were you aware of any financial

difficulties that
Mr. Felbeck had?

Our James never
had a lot of money.

But he wasn't
destitute or anything.

I did help him out
from time to time.

Groceries and whatnot.

Did he have any
outstanding debts?

What do you mean?
Like, to a bookie?

No. James wasn't like that.

We know he was selling his
osteoporosis medication, which suggests

whatever he needed the money for

had to be a matter
of life and death.

BOOTH: Getting back
to his past, I mean,

I understand that
he was a boxer.

He was a boxer? When?

That's a lifetime ago.

He told me he started boxing
in his early 20s, before the War.

Wait, he said that he
served in the military?

Uh-huh. BOOTH:
What is it, Bones?

I need to get back to the lab.

Thank you, Miss Baker. You
have been very, very helpful.

Dr. Brennan, I ran all
the tests you requested.

Did you examine the
victim's metacarpals?

Yes, but because the bones
were submerged in acid,

all the remodeling
has been obscured.

What about X-rays?

They're right here.

There are no calluses on
the victim's metacarpals.

Which there most definitely
would be had he actually boxed.

What about the metatarsals?

Did you find any
remodeled march fractures?

No. No, stress fractures at all.

Which is the most common
fracture found on soldiers.

Here, let me show you
the isotopic analysis.

Look at the carbon, nitrogen
and strontium levels present.

I take it these do
not match someone

who claimed to have lived
in France for over 20 years.

Not even close.

However,

the levels are a
match for someone

living in the James
River watershed.

Most probably
Richmond, Virginia.

So, our victim lied.

He lied about his vocation,
he lied about where he lived.

He lied about everything.

(WHIRRING)

Oh, hey. Cut it off. Let's
go, shut it down. All right.

Listen, I've tracked down where

our victim lived in
Richmond, Virginia.

Oh, so, not Paris, France?

No, he lied, but that was
only the tip of the iceberg.

Go on. Oh, what are you doing?

I'm just making a little
adjustment to the recipe.

What do you think?
Little more, yeah?

What about your diet?

There are some sacrifices that a
man just should not have to make.

Yup, tell me about it.

So, what was the bigger lie?

Get this, okay.

The roommate in Richmond,
Virginia, his name was Rufus Tucker.

Funny. Rufus
didn't mention that.

That's right. Bring
him back in now, okay?

(RUFUS CHUCKLES)

Two detectives.

Even more of my
tax dollars at work.

You lied to us.

RUFUS: No.

(STAMMERING)

I may have made some omissions.

Wait. (STAMMERING)

You're right. I lied.

AUBREY: Yeah.

We know about
you and the victim,

how the two of you
used to live together.

We also know that you were
accused of running a scam

at your previous
retirement home.

So, why don't you go
ahead and tell us the truth

about why you were selling
his prescription medication?

I told you the truth about that.

Remember, I promised?

Yeah, right, you ran a scam
on Barbara Baker, didn't you?

Rich widow, no family except
for an estranged daughter.

You hit on her first,
you played the letch.

And then James swoops in
like a knight in shining armor.

You two were thick as thieves.
You really expect us to believe

that you didn't know what he
was gonna spend that money on?

I did not know.

My assumption was he
was gonna buy her a ring.

I don't pretend to be perfect.

Hmm...

I've lied.

I... I've swindled.

But there is one thing I am not.

You're not a murderer.

No, I'm not.

What about Barbara Baker?

You think there's a chance
she found out about you two?

I don't know.

You really think that
a female octogenarian

could've done
something like this?

Hey, unlike Booth, I'm an
equal-opportunity accuser.

See, I don't care about sex,
age, just motive and opportunity.

Okay, well, looks like you
might be right. Check this out.

AUBREY: What is this?

I finally figured out what
our victim was doing online.

This is a search for private
investigators in New York.

That's where Barbara's from.

It's also where she was
living when her husband died.

So, what, you think this could
be like a black widow killer?

I'm not saying anything
yet. Can you send this to me?

I need to figure out what
our victim was investigating.

Dr. Vaziri, I believe I've
found something of note.

Look at the distal
end of the left ulna.

ARASTOO: Torsion spiral
fracture, I've already documented it.

Likely caused by some
type of rotational force.

I concur. Now, take a look

at the anterior planes of
the left hamate and capitate.

It's faint because of
the acid degradation.

But there are clearly
microfractures.

These suggest the victim
was holding something

that reverberated in his hand.

I need to talk to Angela.

Okay, let me get this straight.
You want me to have our victim

hit the killer with his cane,

and then compute the fractures
to the victim's own body?

Yes. Because he wasn't taking
his medication at time of death,

the victim's bones were
highly susceptible to fracture.

So brittle, in fact, they fractured
when he struck his killer.

To sustain a torsion spiral
fracture to his left ulna,

he must've swung his cane
in a downward diagonal angle.

Okay, hold on. This is
just gonna take a second.

Even in his compromised state,

the victim must have
swung with considerable force

to fracture his own ulna.

Which means the killer
was likely injured as well.

Okay, guys, here we go with the
downward diagonal angle swing.

(COMPUTER PROCESSING)

ARASTOO: It's a match.

So, our killer was struck
on the left side of the skull.

Have you met anyone
with a head injury?

No.

But the downward strike could
have hit other parts of the body.

Angela, run a new reenactment,
this time hitting the clavicle.

(SIGHS)

I think I know who did it.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hey, Red.

Hey, Booth.

What are you doing here?

Look, Red, I know what happened.

I'm not sure what you mean.

Well, Dr. Brennan took
a look at your X-rays,

and we know that you
fractured your left clavicle.

Yeah. It was an impact
fracture, they said,

from me impacting the ground.

Look, I was there, Red.
I saw what happened.

You landed on your right side.

All right? The fracture came
when Felbeck hit you with his cane.

(SIGHS)

You wanna tell me what happened?

It's when he started
talking about the War.

You caught him
in one of his lies.

Yeah, he was bragging.

Like he was some
kind of war hero.

He didn't even serve.

No way.

I didn't even hit him that hard.

Hey, you ready to go?

Yes.

But first, we need to talk.

Cam, if this could just wait.

No, it needs to be now, Arastoo.

(SIGHS)

You know that I love you,

and I wanna give you
everything you've ever dreamed of.

But getting pregnant...

I wanna adopt.

Adopt?

No, you told me...

I told you I wanna be a father.

And I do, more than anything.

But recently...

Cam, there are so many refugee
children out there in the world.

And I just feel in my heart
that I would be a really...

You would make
such a good father.

And I am with you all the way.

Booth, why are we
taking this way home?

Oh, sorry, I forgot.

It's Aubrey. He wanted
us to stop by the office.

Why?

He didn't say. He just
said that it was important.

I see.

Bones,

you know what we were
talking about earlier, about my...

Sniper... I shouldn't
have asked,

given your religious leanings.

Thank you, Bones.
That means a lot.

Also, I'm not actually sure
I'm ready to close that door.

You want another one?

No, I am completely
content the way things are.

Okay, so what are you saying?

When I think about
what I value most,

you, Christine, Hank, Parker,

even my friendship with Angela,

none of it makes any
sense. It was not planned.

So, you want me
to get you pregnant.

No, I do not.

We will be bagging your
sniper and I will stay on the pill.

I just, I'm...

I'm not ready to say this is it.

What is it, Aubrey?

Hey, sorry to pull you guys in,

but I thought you'd
wanna see this.

(INDISTINCT)

Why is Barbara Baker here?
Who's that woman with her?

That's her daughter, isn't it?

Yeah. Turns out our victim

hired the private
investigator to track her down.

He paid the guy with the money
that he got from selling his meds.

I don't understand. I thought
he was scamming her.

He was. Things changed.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

The unexpected happened.

He fell in love.

(CLOSING THEME MUSIC PLAYING)