Bones (2005–2017): Season 3, Episode 12 - The Baby in the Bough - full transcript

What do you know about the
Cayman Islands? Great diving.

Lots of sea turtles.
Why? Are you going?

My accountant wants me
to set up a tax shelter there.

Tax shelter? Exactly
how loaded are you?

That is an offensive way to phrase
the question. But... quite loaded.

I'm getting a seven-figure
advance for my next book.

Seven figures. Wow.

With-Without the decimal point?

The publishers make
considerably more.

What's the first of those
seven figures? Prime number.

What do you do with your
money? I use it for food and rent.



Hey, what do we got here?

You Agent Booth? Special
Agent Booth. How ya doing?

Sheriff Delpy. This
here is my partner...

I can introduce myself.
Dr. Temperance Brennan.

Somebody ran
the car off the road?

Gravel makes it impossible
to get any traceable tire marks.

The victim was doused with
gasoline and then set on fire.

Farmer three miles away
saw the smoke. Called it in.

Female. Probably
in her early 20s.

Preauricular
sulcus on the iliac.

She's given birth.

Ran off the side of
the road, set on fire...

- Somebody wanted her dead.
- That's why I need your help.

I only got six deputies
covering 400 square miles.



I'm stretched thinner
than plastic wrap.

Compound fractures to
the right tibia and fibula.

Crushed manubrium.
Massive skull trauma.

I'm not certain yet
whether she died...

- in the accident or the fire.
- Shh.

You hear that?

Everybody keep
quiet. Stop working.

Do you hear that?
Sounds like a cat.

It's a baby.

- Holy crap.
- Get a ladder down here now!

All right, let's move!

There's not even a
scratch on the boy.

It's a miracle. Well, hardly.

Car seats are specifically
engineered to protect the child from...

From what? Flying out of the
back of the car and landing in a tree?

Look at him. He looks a little fussy. Why
don't you pick him up and give him a cuddle?

Just because I have breasts doesn't
mean I have magical powers over infants.

- You're the one with the son.
- All right, fine. I'll take him.

Here you go. You have fun with
the diaper bag. You look good.

Come on, little man. Hi.

Why don't you say hi to your
grumpy old Auntie Bones?

No, I'm not grumpy.

You know, the... the
vinyl seat melted...

and fused to the body, so we need
that brought back to the Jeffersonian.

And the driver's door for
particulate evidence. Right.

Kid smells a little ripe.

Might want to take care of that.

Yeah.

Bones, I'm gonna have to
change him. Just hold on to him.

Wh-Why... Here
you go. Here you go.

Got him? Okay. All
right, here you go.

We'll work together on this one.

Changing Diapers 101, Bones.
Here we go, little big man.

Okay, watch your... Yeah. Here.
We'll put you down right here.

Look at that. All right.

- Give me a diaper
there, Bones.
- All right. Here you go.

Thanks. Baby powder.

No. You know, Booth, I have
better things to do with my time.

There's no powder.

No powder? Yeah. Hey.

Wait a minute.

- Where'd that come from?
- 'Cause there's a rip
in the lining of the bag.

Seems like someone
was trying to hide it.

I'll get an evidence bag, and I'll ask
E.M.T. if they have any baby powder.

Just watch him. Wait.
Wait. Booth, there's a baby.

I don't feel comf...

Coochie-coo. Oh, no, no.

No need to fuss. Obviously
something's upsetting you.

Children have toys.
You must have some.

Let me see.

No. Elephants are not
purple. This is wrong.

Hey, look at that.
He flipped over.

Bones, that's because you gotta
watch him. Geez. Okay. Whoa.

All right. Okay, look, little big man,
if you're gonna be on my jacket,

we gotta get you out
of that dirty diaper. Ooh.

Whoa. Okay, where's the
key? I put it on your jacket.

Next to the baby? Yeah.

Are you crazy? Do you know that
babies put everything in their mouth?

He could swallow the
key. It's so dangerous.

All right. Look... Okay.
Shh. Shh. Shh, shh, shh.

Oh, look. Okay, look. Key,
Bones. Look for the key.

It's not here. Oh,
no. He must have...

swallowed it. Swallowed it.

Okay. Here you
go. Get used to him.

What do you mean?
That key was evidence.

You know how the
chain of custody works.

That kid stays with us
until we get the key back.

- Oh! Ha.
- Ooh.

Whoo-hoo. That's a stream.

I've never seen anything so
gorgeous on this table before.

- Or so alive.
- Why is Dr. Brennan
the official custodian?

She's registered
as a foster parent.

Russ asked her to do it
after he began his prison term.

Russ wants to make
sure his stepdaughters...

are taken care of if
anything happens to Amy.

Prodigious saliva production.

Okay, now we can determine if
the little guy really did swallow a key,

or if he has been
falsely accused.

Well, unless he's already
had a hip replacement,

sounds like there's
a key in there.

He liked it. Do it again.

- What are you doing?
- We were just...

We verified that the baby
did indeed swallow the key.

Then you should x-ray
him to get a clear view of it.

He's not a plaything. And you're
supposed to be examining the victim.

We thought it would be bad form to
examine the remains in front of the baby.

You know, creepy
formative memory.

Then would you mind taking him
for a little while so that we can work?

I'd love to.

Get used to it. I want,
like, a million of these.

Cool.

What do you think she
meant by "a million"? Two?

Agent Booth.

Yeah? Got a hit
on your burned car.

It was registered to a dead guy.

Dead woman driving
a dead man's car.

Plates expired five years ago.

Dead guy's family said
they sold the car for scrap...

at a junkyard in Seneca
Rocks, West Virginia.

Let me guess. Junkyard
guy sells off the old heaps...

to people who want to
get off the grid. He used to.

Operation got shut down two
years ago. No one's seen him since.

Let me know if Forensics finds
anything to help Bones I.D. the remains.

Is it true that Dr. Brennan's
taking care of the baby?

- Because that's something
I'd pay to see.
- Good-bye, Charlie.

The victim exhibits enlarged
hypertrophic lesions...

at multiple muscle attachments.

The result of strenuous
activity, most likely occupational.

Ligamenta flava shows
evidence of whiplash.

All the perimortem injuries are
consistent with vehicular trauma.

She was dead
prior to immolation.

Zack, grind some bones so Hodgins
can perform an isotope analysis.

We might be able to
figure out where she lived.

Junior made us a little present.

- The key. Finally.
- Not yet. This is just
the usual present.

But with one major difference.

I assume pink isn't a normal
color for this type of thing.

- Does yours ever look pink?
- No, but I'm not an infant.

Where's the baby?
Asleep in your office.

I was gonna start the
facial reconstruction, so...

- He's my charge. I'll sit with him.
- Let me run some tests.

See what I can find. Actually...

One time when I was visiting
my cousins we ate a lot of beets.

And the next day... Zack,
really... too much sharing.

You know, you look very
mom-like with that baby bottle.

I have responsibilities under
state law as a foster parent.

I already bought him
toys and clothes...

Oh, so you bought
him some clothes.

Well, I sent an intern who
apparently loves bears,

which in reality would
devour a small child.

I tested the ground
bone for strontium.

Strontium is an element
found in most rocks.

Human beings absorb it through the
consumption of local vegetation and water.

Over time, the isotope
collects in the bones, meaning...

You can use it to figure
out where someone's from.

That is right, people. I
am a constant surprise.

I don't understand.

He's been fed. He's changed.

- I powdered him,
and now he's just complaining.
- He's acting like a real baby.

The victim was from
northern West Virginia.

- Tucker County, to be precise.
- Are you sure she's
from Tucker County?

The crash was in
Pendleton. Very sure.

Particulate matter collected from the
salvage area of the car contained guano...

from a Corynorhinus
townsendii virginianis.

So we know where to look.

Are you gonna get him?

- I figured you'd get him.
- Don't you have a responsibility
under state law?

- But you're the baby daddy.
- Baby daddy?

- You have prior experience
with preverbal infancy.
- You can be the daddy mommy.

Okay, you two better get your act
together, or I'm suing for custody.

This is my rendering
of the victim.

There are numerous
genetic similarities.

Cam's running
D.N.A. tests to be sure,

but I'm comfortable with the assessment
that this was the child's mother.

He misses his mother. He's sad.

We need to go to Tucker County.

Last coal mine closed about eight
years ago. This place is a ghost town.

The local economy is devastated.

That could be why our
victim was driving a junker.

She couldn't afford
registration, insurance...

You know, I don't want to sound insensitive
here, but I'm telling you, real estate...

It's gotta be a steal.

I mean, you could build yourself
a beautiful house on the river.

I could come out and fish.

You could put in one
of those media rooms.

I saw a 103-inch
flat-screen TV the other day...

I don't need another
residence, Booth.

Just, you know,

trying to give you a little
financial advice, that's all.

He seems so peaceful.

He has no idea that he's all
alone. Maybe that wasn't his mom.

Maybe there's a dad. No one filed a
report, Booth. No one's worried about him.

Yeah, well, you are.

There's someone.

- You people
are from the government?
- Yes, sir. With the F.B.I.

Uh, training them young, I see.

If you could just
help us... Right.

Just like the
government helped us...

When the bridge washed out,
when they closed the school.

Well, business and
industry have left the area.

The local tax
base is nonexistent.

The government can't be
expected to provide services...

without the fiscal
means to do so.

What's she saying? Are you
from France or somewhere?

Economies live and die
just like any organism.

When they expire, the
logical thing to do is to move.

This land is part of me.
I've lived here all my life.

My father before me. His father!

Paul, who are you hollering at
now? They're from the government.

Oh, my God.

- You have no right! No right at all!
- Hey, hey. Hey, hey, Hey.

Taking people's children
away? You should be ashamed.

That girl does the best
she can to provide for Andy.

Andy? Do you know this baby?

Yeah. Folks up the street...

Carol and Jimmy Grant... they take
care of him when his mama works.

- Is that his mother?
- Looks like her.

But you should
check with the Grants.

What's going on?

Something happen?

Yeah, that's Meg.

Meg Taylor. We all went
to high school together...

Me and Jimmy and Meg,
and Meg's husband, Lou.

Back when we had a high school.

Meg's husband... he
still live around here?

I, uh, haven't seen him lately.

Not that I'd want to.
He's in and out of jail.

Does anything for a drink.

Left Meg before Andy was born.

I'm not sure he's even laid
eyes on Andy more than twice.

Meg worked herself
to the bone for this boy.

We couldn't have one of our own, so
we were real happy to help Meg out.

Meg would have to pry her away
from him at the end of the day.

- Where did she work?
- Uh, Fallbrook Rubber. They recycle tires.

They turn 'em into ground coverings,
you know, for playgrounds and such.

It's one of the only places
left around here to work.

And how about the two of you?

You're both currently
what? Unemployed? No, I...

I work part-time looking after
some of the buildings they shut down.

Jimmy used to teach high school,

and I did some project
management, mostly for construction.

But now, uh, we do what we can.

This town used to be something.

I mean, we were
on the scenic route.

You know, people would
come to visit. It wasn't all coal.

What'll happen to Andy?
'Cause we can watch him.

He's gonna have to
stay with us for now.

Can you tell me where Meg lived?

It looks like everything's
closed down around here.

Yeah. Probably
lost all its customers.

With no bridge, the highway routes
all the traffic away from the town.

Brennan. Got the
scoop on the poop.

It was pharmaceutical dye
used to color the Phenobarbital...

that showed up
in his tox screen.

Andy had Phenobarbital in his
system? Oh, his name's Andy?

Adorable. I had a dog named
Andy. That came out wrong.

Why does he have
Phenobarbital in his system?

It's often prescribed
for seizures.

Perhaps the infant is epileptic.

Hey. Don't say that.
Andy's gonna be just fine.

Well, he was still
breast-feeding,

so there's a slight chance
he ingested the drug that way,

but the depth of
color makes it unlikely.

We're on our way to check
out his mother's home.

I'll see if I can find
the prescription bottle.

Okay. No, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.

What? No, no, no, no. Look.

- Front door is open. You stay here.
- But...

Bones, there is a baby involved. You hear
gunfire, anything like that, drive away.

I'm not leaving you,
Booth. Yes, you will,

because this is about
the baby, not me.

Promise me.

I promise.

Ho! Easy.

Both hands to the
ceiling. Nice and easy.

Right there. Whoa! Yeah!

Easy! God!

You know, I asked
you very nicely.

We will find out what
happened to your mother.

I promise.

You know, Booth is an
excellent investigator.

And I don't like to boast,
but I am the best in my field.

What do you want?

Uh, How...

How about some visual
and auditory stimulation?

Okay, let's see. Um...

I told you, I'm Meg's
husband. I live here.

If you live here, Lou, then why
did you break the front lock?

I didn't do it.
Somebody else broke in.

When I saw it, I thought I'd
come in and check on Meg.

You live here, or you came by
to check on Meg? Which one is it?

All right, now you
got me all confused.

Yeah, I bet.

Look, Meg bails me out
sometimes... if she can.

When I saw she wasn't here, I just
figured I'd, you know, help myself.

How often do you steal from
your wife? It's not stealing.

She likes to help me.

Yeah. Meg's dead.
She was killed.

How? Well, you seem shocked.

Well, of course I am.

Where were you last night?

Last night?

I don't remember.

What do we have?

Phalanges!

Phalanges, phalanges, phalanges.

Dancing phalanges.

Dancing phalanges.

Yeah.

Booth thinks that bones
are dry and boring, but...

Show me your phalanges.

Hey, Bones. Her husband.

Real genius. Doesn't even
remember where he was last night.

We've got your son in
here. His mother's dead.

- And now you're the only...
- Oh, no, no, no.

See, I never wanted that kid.

She did it because she thought
it would straighten me out.

But I told her I couldn't handle
a kid because I'm a free spirit.

What you are is a drunk, Lou.

All right, Dispatch, I need a
forensics team and a car...

for a burglary suspect
and a possible murderer.

Whoa! I didn't kill her.

Why would I? I...

Who else would feed me?

I've determined an approximate
size and shape for the key.

Did you reference it against
currently registered key patents?

Yeah. The closest
match is an old design...

used for safe-deposit
boxes in banks.

I'm looking into banks near
Huntsville that still use them.

Most safe-deposit keys
are numerically coded.

Well, we couldn't get a
clear enough picture...

without exposing Andy
to too much radiation.

Okay.

How many exactly?

- Excuse me?
- Kids. 'Cause a million
seems a little impractical.

I don't know.

I kind of have a
thing for chaos.

I guess I'll stop when the Feds
need to airlift me in supplies.

You don't by chance
live in a shoe do you?

- You don't want kids?
- Mmm.

Screaming, crying,
vomit... Other bodily fluids.

It's like a day around here.

Not worth giving
up this body for that.

Mmm.

Whoa, whoa. Let's
see what you got there.

Hey, Bones. Sweep's
finished. It's all yours. Come on.

The Phenobarbital
was prescribed to Andy...

at a clinic over 50 miles away.

Yeah. That's probably the
closest medical care they've got.

It's an extremely harsh
drug to give to a child.

It's quite sweet...
These pictures.

She really loved
him. Check this out.

Somebody had a doctor's
appointment in D.C. yesterday.

Maybe that's where
they were headed.

Okay. We'll need this prescription
and Andy's medical records.

Okay. I'll have them sent to the
Jeffersonian 'cause that's what we do.

Brennan.

I've made some discoveries
regarding our victim. Is this a good time?

- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- Okay.

Zack?

Hello?

Dr. Addy.

- Uh, it's Dr. Brennan.
- Oh, is this a better time?

- No, no, no.
- Then why'd you call back?

- I wasn't speaking
with you, Zack.
- I believe you are.

I was saying no to Andy. He
was grabbing my necklace.

Here you go. You were saying?

Our victim had healed
compression fractures...

in her L1 and L2 vertebrae.

- From a traumatic injury?
- No. Malnourishment.

She also has some
minor deformities,

including a slight
bowing of the legs...

and bony outgrowths at a
number of muscle attachments.

Do you know if Cam found any
painkillers in Andy's tox screen?

No. Just the Phenobarbital.

First the key, now
jewelry. What's next?

- You gonna let him play
with a bowling ball?
- I'm watching him.

Meg had a number of bone conditions
that would've caused chronic pain,

but she wasn't taking
any pain medication.

Here. Probably because she
didn't want it affecting her...

You know, her... supply.

You mean her breast milk?

You know, you can say the word
"breast," Booth. Yeah, I know, Bones.

Well, didn't Rebecca
breast-feed Parker?

All right, you know...

I am not discussing
that with you.

Would "teat" make you
feel more comfortable?

- I'm not talking teats
with you!
- Why not?

Enough!

So our victim wasn't
taking any painkillers? No.

But her occupational markers in her
lateral epicondyle and lower discs...

suggest that her job
requires manual labor.

Her pain might have
been excruciating.

Probably had no choice. I mean,
jobs around here are pretty scarce.

All right. What do you
say we go talk to her boss?

Wait. Were you
breast-fed? I was.

Yesterday was her day off.

When she was
late today, I just...

God! I mean, who did
it? What happened?

We're not sure yet, Mr. Barnett.

How long have you been the
manager of this plant? Three years now.

It's the only real
business left around here.

Since Meg's job involved
a lot of physical labor,

were you aware of her spinal
condition? The pain, you mean?

Yeah, I saw. I offered
to put her on disability.

She said she and the
baby couldn't get by on that.

She was tougher
than half the guys here.

Poor little bug.

I got five kids myself.
I can't imagine.

Any reason to think
Meg was in trouble?

No, I was her boss.
She didn't confide in me.

How about that husband of hers?

He was trash on a
cracker if I've ever seen it.

Yeah, they weren't even
living together anymore.

Doesn't mean he ain't jealous. Maybe
someone told him about Shepard.

- Who's Shepard?
- Dave Shepard.

Some accountant from
corporate headquarters in D.C.

He was here for a week.
Left a few days ago.

Yeah. He was here to cut
costs. We've all heard that before.

Good-bye, jobs. Was there
anything between Meg and Shepard?

The guy was kind of slimy.

You know, offering to buy
her sodas, asking about her kid,

all the time looking
at her... You know.

Breasts?

Meg return the attention?

He was from the city. Had money.

After her deadbeat of a
husband, you can't fault her...

for wanting a good meal.

The only guy Meg really
cared about is right there.

She would've done
anything for this kid.

Just do a check on
all the employees.

And also give me the
contact information...

from this Dave Shepard
out of the D.C. area.

I'm telling you, Lou Taylor
didn't do it. He was in jail.

They picked him up
passed out in another county.

Booth? Hold on.

Yeah, well, you know what? If Lou didn't
toss the place, then somebody else did.

All right? So just keep
checking for prints.

I'm telling you, somebody
else is looking for that key.

Booth? Yeah?

Andy's making that face again.

I'm serious, Bones. Next
time, you're changing the diaper.

All right. There are a
series of numbers on it.

These keys were coded
to indicate the specific bank.

So read me your
numbers. Thirty-six, 09,

- 20, 14.
- Okay. It's searching.

Got it.

It's from Green Hills Bank
in Petersburg, West Virginia.

- I'll send the directions
to your phone.
- Thanks, Angela.

No problem. How's
my little bruiser?

Well, he looks pleased
that a piece of metal...

is no longer passing through his
intestinal tract. Yeah, no more metal.

No more metal.
His legs are bowed.

All babies' legs are
bowed. No. Not like this.

How could I have missed that?

Tell Zack to run a "P" ratio
test on the victim's teeth.

He'll know what I
mean. Sure thing.

Take care of
him, sweetie. I will.

I've got the bank's address. It's in
Petersburg, one town from Huntsville.

Great. I'll request a warrant.

That'll give us time to go to Family
Services in Parsons, get you...

What? No. Not yet. Bones, I know
this is difficult, but we both agreed...

that we keep
Andy to get the key.

Now that we have the
key... You can't leave him...

with Family Services in
the middle of nowhere.

Cam still needs to
review his medical records.

Well, I mean, Bones,
there are doctors there.

You have no idea what
that place will be like, Booth.

Med students,
underfunded, understaffed...

- Bones...
- His mother is dead,
and his father is a felon.

I've been in his
situation, Booth.

I'm not turning him over until I'm
satisfied that he is somewhere safe...

where he'll get the
care he deserves.

Fine. He can stay
with us. For now.

Thank you.

Okay. I'll go lock the back up.

Okay.

Just let me know if there's
anything else you need.

Do you like elephants? Huh?

The bank manager said
Meg was a new client.

Only got this box
a few days ago.

Ooh. Uh-oh.

Uh-oh is right.

Oh, Andy.

What kind of trouble
was Mama in?

There's a sticky residue
lining the trigger, and...

I see fragments of a foreign
object inside the barrel.

We need to take this
back to the Jeffersonian.

Well, Meg Taylor didn't own
a firearm, at least not legally.

We need to find out where
Mommy got the gun, don't we?

Hey. Someone filed
off the serial numbers.

You think I didn't know that
before I handed it to you?

I mean, I am F.B.I., not just some
guy who changes your stinky diapers.

It's been fired recently. I'm
finding gunpowder residue.

Gunpowder's not gonna
get me the owner's name.

I need fingerprints, D.N.A.

Do you think there are any
public pools around here?

It's a pretty depressing job, you
know, keeping an eye on the ruins,

but I try to think positive,

like I'm keeping 'em safe
till they open up again.

Uh, chemicals are down here.

Thanks. Yeah. Whoa.

Can I hold him? Just for a bit?

Okay. Just for a little bit.

All right, Andy?

Hey. Did you know of
any medical conditions...

that Andy was being treated for?

Meg never liked to share her
problems. She was pretty independent.

But I mean, Andy's
always seemed just fine.

- Is he sick?
- We're just checking.

- Must've been
a pretty nice pool.
- Yeah. Uh...

Coached the high school team
once back when I was teaching.

Perfect. Muriatic acid.

Bones, what are you doing?

Hey, I get it. Someone filed
the numbers off, didn't they?

How did you know that?

Well, she's using the
acid to react to the metal.

It restores the
original etchings.

I taught science.

- Really?
- You must've been
a good teacher.

I got the numbers.

Okay, great, thanks.
We'll be back soon.

Agent Charlie has found the
owner of the gun. He's in D.C.

I'll tell you what. I'll drop you back
at the lab, and then I'll go talk to him.

Any news about the accountant
who's flirting with Meg?

The one her boss
mentioned? Dave Shepard?

He was supposed to be
back in Huntsville days ago.

Didn't show up at work,
and he's not at home.

You think he killed Meg
and ran? Well, maybe.

Then again, maybe, uh,
Meg killed someone too.

We have no idea
who fired that gun.

Hey. I'll tell you what.

I can't wait to find Dave Shepard
and have a little chat with him.

Hey. The little guy
really likes you, huh?

I've been feeding him.

It's nothing more than the normal
socioarchaeological phenomena...

of bonding with
the food provider.

Sure. That's what I thought.

I completed the "P" ratio
test on our victim's tooth.

And what does that mean?

Indicators in the teeth are
the primary expression...

of certain X-linked
genetic diseases.

Genetic diseases?

Meg had some bone deformities which
could have been the result of malnutrition.

But also might have
been congenital.

Well, does that mean
that Andy has something?

Is that why he's taking
the phenobarbital?

It means it could be any number
of things. It's best not to speculate.

Well, that sounds bad.

The records from the clinic Meg
brought Andy to are pretty shoddy,

but I'll cross-reference them with
your findings, see what I come up with.

And the Department of Family Services
called again about picking up Andy.

Not until I know his condition.

Well, I'm sure the D.C.
branch has excellent doctors.

Why is everyone so keen
on getting rid of Andy?

We aren't. But this
is a forensic lab.

I'm still his legal foster parent.
I need to know his condition.

I'll get right on it.

Hey, what've you got for me? The
owner of the gun is Earl Delancy.

Hey, I've seen that name. In
Fallbrook Rubber's employment roster.

Delancy used to work there. Says
he came to D.C. looking for work.

Oh, great. Hold
on to that. Thanks.

Mr. Delancy,

you worked at Fallbrook
Rubber before you came to D.C.

Yeah. I got laid off a
couple of months ago.

Surprised that place
is still in business.

So you knew Meg
Taylor? Sure. Yeah.

Can't picture her
with a gun though.

She was sweet as they come.

The gun was registered to you.

But I haven't seen it
in a couple of years.

I pawned it when things
first started getting tight.

It's illegal for pawn
shops to buy guns.

Lle.

People do whatever
it takes to stay afloat.

It says here in your file that you assaulted
the plant manager when he laid you off.

- Also took a swing
at Dave Shepard?
- That's right, yeah.

Look, that "sumbitch" drives
up from D.C. every few months.

And when he leaves, five
more of us are out on our asses.

Sure I took a swing at him. I'd
do it again, too, if I ever saw him.

Where's the pawn shop?

Corner of Elm and Wilson.

Went out of business though.

Too many people selling.

Not enough people buying.

This gun's covered in a
fine dust of particulate matter.

It's gonna take a while to I.D.

The fragments inside the
gun's barrel are bone. Really?

To get blowback like that, somebody
would have to have been shot point-blank.

In the head. Brain tissue on the fragments
means they're from a frontal bone.

Wow. Think maybe our
victim shot somebody?

If she did, then why would she
put the gun in the safe-deposit box?

It's not logical.
Yeah, you're right.

Well, we'll soon know for sure.

- What do you mean?
- I identified the residue
that's on the gun's trigger.

It's burned skin. Finger must've gotten caught
and burned when the shooter fired the gun.

Cam should be able
to get some D.N.A.

Hey, Bones. The pawn shop... it closed
last year. No one has seen the owner.

I mean, this gun... that could've
been floating around for months.

♪♪ Hey, little man!

- Yeah, Bones,
what's with the Muzak?
- I'm on hold.

There's an anthropologically proven
link between poverty and violence.

- More people competing
for scarcer resources.
- Well, that's great, Bones.

The bottom line is, we're not gonna
know if the gun owner is telling the truth.

Dr. Brennan? Uh...

- Yes, I'm still here.
- Oh, hey. Hey.

Well, then tell the congressman I'd
appreciate a call back. Thank you.

Congressman? Oh,
what is Bones up to, huh?

Well, I'm just
putting in a few calls.

I've contributed a great deal of
money to numerous campaigns.

- These politicians owe me.
- Bones, that's not how
it's supposed to work.

That is exactly how
it does work, Booth.

If the government fixed that
bridge leading into Huntsville,

they'd be back on
the scenic route.

Okay, what about the lack of fiscal
resources that you were talking about?

They found millions to build
a bridge to nowhere in Alaska.

- Do you need to burp?
- No.

- I was talking to Andy.
- I know you were talking
about Andy.

My man Andy. So what's
up with the little guy here?

How is his condition? Any news?

Cam's still looking at his records,
consulting with some pediatricians.

Yeah, he's gonna be just
fine, isn't he? He's a tiger.

Tiger, tiger, tiger, tiger.

Tiger, tiger, tiger, tiger.
Tiger, tiger, tiger, tiger.

Verbal development would be heightened
if you didn't talk to him like a fool.

And what were you just
doing just then? What?

- I wasn't doing anything.
- You were going...

What are you even talking
about? I never did that.

"Cute little baby." That's what
you sounded like. Hey. Hello.

I have some info about the skin
Hodgins found on the gun's trigger.

- Yeah?
- It was male.

Not Meg Taylor.

So Meg was either
an accomplice...

Or she witnessed the murder,
got her hands on the gun then hid it.

Whoa.

Excuse me. Booth.

- Yeah. Huntsville?
- Yeah!

Bones, we just found
our missing accountant.

He used his credit card to
check into a motel near Huntsville.

Great. Thanks. Local police
are picking him up now.

Right here.

You're kidding me, right?

- This is not Dave Shepard. You're not Dave Shepard.
- Tell me something I don't know.

- How did you end up
with his credit card?
- It was inside that bag.

I found it in a trash heap
near the old coal mine.

I thought my luck had changed.

- Was there blood on this bag
when you found it?
- I guess.

Hey, can I have the
sweaters? They're really soft.

I'll take the bag, everything in it,
back to D.C. Cut this guy loose.

Cut me loose? Yeah.

I don't mind staying here. You
know, a couple of nights maybe.

What do you say?
Couple of nights.

So this Dave Shepard
guy is an accountant?

That's usually not a profession
I associate with killers.

Booth thinks that our victim may have
seen Dave Shepard shoot someone.

Since he's been missing since
her death, he could've killed her too.

Yeah, well, tell Booth
I just found the guy.

Or parts of his skull anyway.

I ran the D.N.A. from the
blood on the duffel bag,

and the frontal bone fragments
from the gun through CODIS.

- Both his.
- So Shepard isn't our killer. He's another victim.

He was shot in the head by a male,
with the gun Meg Taylor was trying to hide.

- Hey, you wanted me?
- Yeah.

There was a flash drive in
Dave Shepard's duffel bag.

- It's crushed.
- That's where you come in.

We need to know if Dave Shepard found
something that could've gotten him killed.

Okay. I'll get right on it.

Did you call your
pediatrician friend?

He's on his way. And
you know he's good, right?

Because we have to be certain. Dr. Brennan,
he's the chief of Pediatrics...

at Children's National
Medical Center.

He's the best.

Hi, beautiful. You
coming to visit?

Yeah. I need some cotton
swabs and some bleach.

I'm cleaning dried
blood off that flash drive.

You do want kids, don't you?

What?

Kids. Small humans.

I'll admit, I only ever
planned on one or two, but...

If you want a million,
I want a million.

Really? Absolutely. I don't care
if you're mushy and shapeless.

Puffy from constant
hormonal fluctuations.

I'll still find you sexy. Well,
I'm not gonna look like I'm...

It's okay. When you get wider,
there'll be more of you to love.

I think we should start right now.
Why wait until we get married?

There's no telling how long it's
gonna take you to get your divorce.

Hodgins...

Your computer
is... It's beeping.

Oh.

That's interesting. What is it?

Particulates from the gun.

The dust was composed of silica,
sulfur compounds and synthetic rubbers.

Sounds like tires.

The gun was used at
the tire recycling plant.

I'm not gonna get wider.

Thanks.

- What exactly
are you looking for?
- We're not sure yet.

Anything that'll help us figure out what
happened to Dave Shepard and Meg Taylor.

Okay, people, back to work!

You let them do their
job, they'll let us do ours.

Where you going? Bones!

Hey, pal. Here. Hold on to this.

Bones, where are you going? Hey!

Booth, look at this.

Turn off the machine.

If I were a dead body and
I needed to disappear...

This would be a pretty
thorough way to do it.

Hey, pal, how often do you
ship out a load of this mulch?

We collect a week's worth at a time,
but we bag it up every couple hours.

Dave disappeared four days
ago. He could still be here.

It's this lot right here.

Hey, Bones? Yeah?

This lot was collected right
after Dave's disappearance.

Everything's washed, sanitized
and ready to be shipped.

- That means that all the
evidence has been washed away.
- Not necessarily.

Scoop up some of the mulch.

Put it in this water.

- Next bag.
- Aw, Bones, what exactly
are we doing here?

I'll explain in a minute.

Try the next bag. Next bag.

Next bag.

The rubber pieces
float. You see?

But bone...

Sinks.

We just found Dave.

Tell the manager to
shut this plant down now.

- Brennan.
- Brennan, it's me. Turn on your video stream.

- Is Andy all right?
- The pediatrician
is examining him right now.

The baby is fine.

Take a look at this.

I recovered most of the
memory from that flash drive.

Dave Shepard's internal audit showed
a completely different set of numbers...

than those reported to
corporate headquarters.

Somebody was
doctoring the profit reports.

Siphoning money
into a private account.

Dave figured it out while he was in
Huntsville. That's what got him killed.

And if Meg knew about it, then the
killer would want her dead too. Come on.

- Hey, where's Barnett?
- Chip left.

- Where'd he go?
- He said he had
an emergency at home.

Oh, damn!

Come on!

Chip Barnett, you're under
arrest for eluding a federal agent.

I'm sure we'll be throwing in
a few murder charges as well.

You know your
rights, yeah? Yeah.

It's only a matter of time
before they close the plant.

You embezzled from the company. A
man does what he has to for his family.

So that justifies killing
two innocent people?

Shepard was gonna turn
me in. So you shot him.

Meg witnessed it, got a hold of the
gun. She wanted money to keep quiet.

Take her kid to
some doctor in D.C.

So you knew where she was
headed. You followed her out of town...

so you could kill her
with no one around.

I didn't want to kill her.

I went to her trailer. I
looked for the gun first.

But you do what you have to...
There was a baby in that car.

You son of a bitch!

Hi. Hey.

One of the techs found
this in Meg's trailer.

- What is it?
- A letter that Meg wrote
to her friend, Carol Grant.

Hey. Andy has a
genetic condition.

- What is it?
- Vitamin "D" -resistant rickets. Meg had a mild form.

Very few symptoms. She
probably didn't even know she had it.

But males are prone to more
severe cases than females,

so Andy would've exhibited
more extreme symptomatology.

Including the seizures.

The clinic probably prescribed him the Phenobarbital
without searching for underlying causes.

Well, is Andy
gonna be all right?

Absolutely. Very treatable.

My friend can treat
him as an outpatient.

- Andy's gonna be fine.
- Thanks, Cam.

- Really.
- Mmm. Don't mention it.

Yeah! You're gonna be fine.

Looks like our little
guy's gonna be just fine.

The little guy.

Andy.

Andy's gonna be just fine.

You should read this.

"Dear Carol.

"If anything happens to
me, take care of my Andy.

"I know you don't have much...

"none of us do...
But you have love,

and I know Andy would be
lucky to be part of your family."

You know, I'm gonna
miss that little guy.

And so are you,
so don't deny it.

I'm not ashamed to say that I've
developed a certain... affection for Andy.

It's a natural
by-product of caregiving.

Yeah. So...

What do you think? Huh? Change
your mind about having kids?

- Booth.
- Okay. All right.

You got some time.

Not that much time.

Booth! Hey!

Oh! Now look what you did.

What I did? You're
the one who hit me.

Oh, what is all
this stuff? What...

It's information Carol gave
me from a structural engineer.

Ah. So you took my financial
advice, didn't you? Hmm?

You're gonna build that home.

No. The congressman
couldn't help,

so I'm rebuilding the
bridge into Huntsville.

I've hired Carol Grant as
the project manager. Wow.

That is gonna cost a
fortune. To you it's a fortune.

But with my advance and
selling the movie rights...

Yeah, I get it.

You know, I thought you said that
towns lived and died like organisms,

that sometimes we
should just let them go.

And sometimes all it takes is one thing, like
a bridge, for a town to start recovering.

Back on the scenic route, the gas
stations could reopen, restaurants...

Maybe a bed-and-breakfast for
people who wanted to stay in the area.

Wow.

Listen to you. Good for you.

You know, it's, um...

It's a shame. What?

No kids. Who's
gonna be proud of you?

I don't do it for that.
Yeah, okay. I know. I know.

You know, with next year's
book, you should, uh...

You should get that second
home in the town you saved.

I mean, it only
makes sense, right?

Because every year, the
plasmas... They go down.

They get cheaper and
cheaper. It happens all the time.

Forget it. What?

I'm just saying Andy's gonna miss his
Auntie Bones. Gonna want to see you.

We could all go fishing.
Come back home.

Plop ourselves in front of that
big 103-inch plasma screen...

of heaven... and football.

And you can make the
five-layer dip! Seven-layer dip.

Even better. Seven
layers. Perfect.

You can talk to
Andy. "Hello, Andy.

Little man. Little
baby, baby Andy"...

What's that mean?