Bones (2005–2017): Season 4, Episode 15 - The Bones That Foam - full transcript

We love you guys!

Dale and Ellie met at base camp
on Mount Everest two years ago.

So you know that they are
comfortable with life's ups and downs.

But know that your love will allow you
to absorb these with new strength

as you are joined for life
in holy matrimony.

- Good luck, Ellie!
- All right, Dale.

Do you, Dale McGilliard, take Ellie Spillard
to be your wife in sickness and in health,

through good times and bad,
till death do you part?

I do.

And do you, Ellie,
take Dale as your husband...

I do. I do. I do.



Then by the powers vested in me
by the state of Maryland,

I pronounce you man and wife.

Kiss and take the plunge
into married bliss.

Jump! Jump!

Are you guys okay?

Well, my guess is that this is gonna put
a crimp in their wedding night.

- Why?
- Come on.

I mean, coming face to face
with death like that

kind of kills the desire, don't you think?

Well, I work with remains every day.
But if I'm sexually attracted to someone,

I'm perfectly capable
of engaging in spirited...

Okay, okay, okay, Bones. I get it.

I'm just saying you have to be kind of crazy
to bungee jump. Watch yourself.

I got it. It's perfectly safe.



Tell that to Captain Splat over here, huh?

- First bungee accident I ever saw.
- Probably because you're 10.

This was no bungee accident.

The victim is fairly well dressed,
tie, sport coat.

Definitely not bungee attire.

And this compound tibial fracture,

if he was still alive when he fell,
the bone should've bled.

Meaning?

Meaning someone threw him off the cliff
after he was already dead.

Yeah. Suspicious circumstances, foul play,
dirty deeds. I think you get the point.

Okay, let's get it back
to the Jeffersonian, Bones! Right?

- Gloves.
- Right. Wrap that up, kid.

Took 10 minutes to hike down
to the foot of the cliff to find the body.

Local fauna include a wide variety
of birds, rodents and crabs,

all of which have had a go at the remains.

Fascinating that one would risk
intraocular hemorrhaging,

peroneal nerve damage,
not to mention quadriplegia,

just to experience
a simple beta-endorphin rush.

What fascinates me is that
we've ruled out death by bungee

and yet you remain fascinated.

Hey, I'm ready to start
the facial reconstruction.

Gross. Wow, this is really gross.
I'm gonna come back.

Dental x-rays indicate the victim
was undergoing dental restoration

for abfraction lesions on his molars.

- Heavy grinder. High stress job?
- All right.

Well, I'll send pictures to Booth,
see if he can check with local dentists.

Dr. Brennan, there is staining
on this Le Fort 1 fracture.

Hemorrhaging into the maxillary sinuses.

Classic punch in the nose
at or around the time of death.

Which would be
between two to five days ago.

This body's been dead
more than five days.

The tissue shows
a much higher rate of decomp.

Yeah, I got late second-instar
Phormia regina and Chrysomya rufifacies,

which I admit seems weird,

but my little squads of death,
they don't lie.

Forgive me, doctors,
but is his skin moving?

- God, that's strange.
- Insect activity?

Never seen insects like that,
except in Alien.

- I'm secreting adrenaline.
- I guess we should see what's inside.

- What the hell is that?
- I have no idea.

Everyone away from the body!

We're in lockdown.

- Do you have any idea what the foam is?
- No idea at all.

But we could be dealing with
a poison, a virus or a bio-toxin.

So no one touches or sniffs it
or anything else until we've run tests.

This is a first for me.

Perhaps if Mr. Nigel-Murray and I
could examine the bones and...

- I'm annoying you.
- Patience, Dr. Brennan.

Curiosity killed the cat.

I'm running the bugs through
the mass spec. I'm not getting any toxins.

But they might not have
fed on the remains yet.

- In other words, I need more samples.
- We all need more samples.

I know. I would just like us all
to stay alive during the process.

In 400 BC, Hippocrates declared that
disease was not caused by demons.

Great. So we can rule out demons.

Alex Newcomb, 33.
The FBI got an ID off his dentals.

The dentist has the brother
listed as the emergency contact.

Perhaps you should help Agent Booth
question the victim's brother.

I'll call you when you can
have access to the remains.

Okay.

Service Department,
you've got a customer waiting, line three.

- I thought the guy was dead.
- He is dead, but his skin was moving.

Wait a second. Moving skin on a dead guy?

- Yes. Then he started foaming.
- Wait a second.

Foaming? Okay, what would cause that?
Too much beer? Or maybe he ate soap!

You should stop using cartoons
as a scientific reference.

Okay. You know, the guy who
owns this place, he has a monkey.

Ma'am.

Does he feel that a monkey
will inspire me to buy a car?

Bones, it's marketing. Okay, look, hey.

- "We don't sell cars..."
- We sell adventure.

So, what can the Mighty Mo
put you in today?

You look like a sporty two-door man.

- Well, actually, he has a very nice car.
- Yeah.

- I'll say. That Sequoia's a honey.
- Yeah. Tell me about it.

Roomy enough you could have
a Super Bowl party back there.

- What is that? GPS, side airbags?
- We're looking for...

And such great gas mileage for,
you know, a can-do machine.

- Are you looking to trade in?
- No. We're looking for...

Because I can offer you a sweet deal
from the heart of the jungle.

- We're here to see Chet Newcomb.
- Okay.

Between us, as much as we all love Chet,
as bwana of the month,

I'm really in a better position
to offer you a deal, so...

Right. And that'd be great, Mighty Mo,
if we were here to buy a car,

but we're not.

- You know, FBI?
- Well, he's back there.

Thank you.

What? She "rowred" me first.

It doesn't mean
you have to "rowr" her back.

The doctor said you have to take
all of these on a full stomach.

Desmo...

Desmopressin?

- Do you have kidney problems?
- No. It's just a slight infection.

Hi. Chet Newcomb.
What can I do for you today?

With the FBI. I'd like to ask you
a few questions, you know, in private.

- Well, this is my wife Vanessa.
- How do you do, ma'am?

Pleasure to meet you.
We just have to have a few words.

Well, I was just going.
I have a fitting anyway.

- A client waiting on a bridesmaid's dress.
- Actually, you might want to stay.

Booth has some bad news
about your husband's brother.

He may need consoling.

- Bones...
- Wasn't that sensitive?

What happened to my brother?

He was found at the base
of a cliff at Whitney Cove.

Oh, my God. I told him
that was crazy to try that bungee thing.

- There was an accident?
- No. He was...

What's a sensitive way
of saying murdered?

Murdered?

Sorry. When you're ready

we'd like to ask you a few questions
about your brother.

He was murdered?

Yeah. We're very sorry for your loss.

Where was the last place
your brother worked?

Until a couple of weeks ago,
he worked here.

Well, then he left and he went
to work for Criterion across the street.

Can you think of anyone
who wanted to do him harm?

He was a car salesman.

Jungle Jim and Alex got into it pretty bad
when Alex quit.

Jungle Jim?

Peri-mortem fractures
on the victim's parietal.

Cause of death?

No. Though, you know,
might stun him for a moment.

Is there any chance we can
remove the remains from the iso-tank?

I can't get a definitive reading yet.
I have organic matter from the victim

and numerous creatures
that took a piece from him.

I'm running another test for viruses

that could've been transmitted
from the animals.

Dr. Saroyan, the bones.
There's more foam.

- Where?
- It's spreading.

Originating from where?

The Chinese throw away
900 billion chopsticks every year.

Any relevance whatsoever?

No, no, none. It's...
I'm just, I'm a tad disoriented.

So when you spout facts,
it's your way of maintaining focus?

Facts are the stitches that hold
the fabric of existence together.

In that case,
is it individual chopsticks or pairs?

Individual.

The foam is coming from inside the bones
themselves, through the periosteum.

Wow. Alex Newcomb. Now, that's terrible.

Is that thing tame?

Bananas? He ain't flung poo
since I bought him his hat.

Alex.

He was one ornery son of a bitch,
but what a salesman.

- Why did he quit working here?
- He didn't quit. I fired him.

He was bwana of the month
every month for over two years.

The last two he dropped
to bwana number three.

I told him if he didn't pick it up,
we'd have to reduce his commissions.

I mean, why pay top bwana money
for a number three bwana.

How did he react?

This is tough to talk about. It's just tough.

He shoved Bananas off my shoulders.
Just shoved him.

I've been waiting for an apology.

I would've taken him back
if he'd just apologized to Bananas.

- Apologized to a monkey?
- He's got a heart just like you and me.

I think it shows a basic lack
of humanity to push a monkey.

No wonder somebody killed him.

- Alex shoved Jungle Jim's monkey.
- There's your motive.

That man has an unnatural attachment
to his monkey.

Everyone knows
you don't touch the monkey.

- Everyone.
- We need some actual evidence.

- So what can you tell us about Alex?
- Alex was a very good salesman.

You see in the one month,
he broke every sales record we had.

Buddy, is it? It looks like
he took your spot?

Hey, a family business, man. It's all good.

My God, this is such tragedy.

How did his brother take the news?

- You know Chet?
- Sure. Alex wanted me to hire him.

But now I feel bad that I could not.

- Why couldn't you?
- The poor man is sick.

- I need a strong man to sell my cars.
- Why?

Because you want to buy a car
from a guy who's, you know, vital.

Makes a man feel like, you know,
he's on the winning team.

Makes a woman feel
all protected and safe.

- That makes no sense.
- No, I believe he's correct.

- As do I, yeah.
- Did Alex have any enemies?

- Lemon guy.
- Lemon guy.

Is that another car dealer?

No. Angry customer took a golf club...

Like that to Alex's windshield.

- Seven iron.
- No, it was a nine iron.

Oh, yeah. He said Alex sold him
a lemon car, bashed in Alex's ride.

- Did Alex sell him a lemon?
- No way. We are a class act.

No. That's simply not how we roll, man.

Every serologic and biologic diagnostic
I've run comes up the same.

No drugs, viruses, poisons.

Mine show no evidence of arsenic,
ethylene glycol or cyanide.

No signs of any toxins.

Then we could let him out?

Okay. But we proceed
with extreme caution.

In the Dark Ages, it was believed
that holding wine in the mouth

while breathing through the nose
would prevent the plague.

That's the best idea I've heard today.
Does it work with tequila?

Uh-oh.

- What?
- This bone is... It's gone quite soft.

Gelatinous. I believe it's disintegrating.

- We're losing our evidence?
- How much time do we have?

Tell me a little-known fact?

What? Okay. Did you know that

the international telephone
dialing code for Antarctica is 672?

- Did you know that, Mr. Nigel-Murray?
- I did not.

I estimate that we are losing
approximately 12% bone mass every hour.

Which means...

We could lose our evidence
long before we solve our murder.

Nice grip on this iron.

So, is this the type of club that you used
to bash in Alex Newcomb's windshield?

Hey, this guy took my money!

And when there was a problem,
it was like I didn't even exist.

Well, he's lucky the only thing
you went after was his windshield.

- So, who started this whole thing...
- That isn't what Booth really thinks?

No, no. Booth sees that the man is
humiliated and he displays empathy.

So, lying?

Manipulating. Much like the car salesman.

I used to teach psychological techniques

to car salesmen
to make money for grad school.

Not one of my finest moments.

A lemon is a car that craps out on you
three months to a year after you buy it.

I didn't get more than 10 miles off that lot
when the brakes failed.

That's not a lemon. That's a death trap.

- Yeah, you feared for your life.
- No, not my life.

My kid who was in the backseat.
Four years old. He cracked a rib.

He hit his head. He got stitches.

Wow. I mean, you expect
a car like that to be safe.

- That's damn right.
- Yeah, right? I got a kid.

Someone endangered his life,
I'd kill the guy.

Wait, somebody killed this guy?

Killed him. Dead.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Look, I busted up his windshield, all right?

I lost my temper.

But there is no way
I'm gonna let my kid live without a father.

- I want to do that.
- Do what?

Connect to people like Booth does.
You could teach me.

- I don't know.
- In the spirit of scientific inquiry,

I'd like to see if what you say
about psychology is true.

Did you just dare me, Dr. Brennan?

Hey, I got something. I found some
particulates on our victim's clothing.

Simmondsia chinensis,
Mica, Red 7 Lake and fragaria ananassa.

- Also known as lust dust.
- Lust dust?

On his pants. His lap.

Strawberry body glitter.

Such as might be utilized by a lap dancer?

Well, that's something I can tell Booth.

Makes me king of the lab.

A large percentage of the monarchy

are actually mentally handicapped
due to inbreeding.

Can't ruin it for me. King of the lab!

Hey, Bones, look, this is the only strip club
in proximity to Alex's home and work.

All right? You know what?
You didn't have to come inside with me.

- I look forward to observing your behavior.
- My what?

Well, Sweets says you're manipulative,
like a salesman.

I want to study your technique.

My technique?
Wait. I'm gonna smack that guy.

You put people at ease,
get them to do your bidding.

It's a very useful skill,
one I wish my father had passed on to me.

All right, look, your father is a con man.

I am not a con man.
Let us just remember that. Okay?

Just watch. Don't say anything.
Excuse me, ladies.

If I may, which one of you
likes to use this stuff?

- It's Strawberry Lust Dust.
- Well, that'd be me, Strawberry Lust.

Right. Strawberry Lust, the one and only.

I'm sure you thought long and hard
about that stage name, right?

We'd like to speak with you in private.

No, not in private. I could just
ask you a few questions here.

All right, Bones it's a little weird
that you're here watching.

- Why don't you just go outside...
- It's not weird, baby.

- Lots of people like to watch.
- Thank you.

I get tremendous satisfaction out
of observing a whole variety of activities.

- I'd just like to ask you a couple questions.
- Your boyfriend's shy, isn't he?

- Sweet. That'll be 60 bucks.
- Okay. I got that.

- Bones!
- There you go.

- Hey...
- Thanks. Yes.

- Relax. She's gonna be enjoying this, too.
- Right. I just...

Whoa. All right.

Not so interested in talking now,
are you, baby?

- You have excellent control of your hips.
- So I've been told.

Well, Miss Lust, actually I'm with the FBI.

I need to ask you a few questions
about maybe a client of yours.

FBI? I'm a criminal science major
at Georgetown.

Yeah, and yet, here you are, right?
Working off student loans?

You know it. School's a fortune.

Well, I think you will pay
off your loans very quickly.

- Bones?
- She's quite arousing.

Which I imagine
translates into excellent tips.

All right, Miss Lust,
Alex Newcomb, Criterion Cars,

a salesman, maybe a client of yours?

Yeah, sure. A regular. What about him?

Well, we have evidence
that you gave him a lap dance

on the night that he died.

Died?

Whoa.

- Murdered?
- Can you just answer the...

Right. Cooperate fully.
I aced my freshman criminology class.

I gave him a couple of dances
Thursday night. He was pretty drunk.

Started a fight
and Billy had to kick him out.

Wait. Wait a minute. Am I a suspect?

Because all I do is gyrate
and that never killed anyone.

Did he get into a fight
with one of the bouncers?

No. With another car salesman.
You know the Indian guy? Buddy.

- From Criterion.
- He lied to you.

- You should go talk to Buddy.
- Yes, I should.

Then tell Miss Lust to get up.

I think that might be a little
embarrassing right now, huh, baby?

That's my gun.

- Give us a minute?
- Okay.

- Outside.
- What's outside?

- Can you go outside, please?
- What?

Did we get our $60 worth yet?

We'll start with a simple exercise

to recognize emotions
from facial expressions.

Then I'll give you skills
to deal with those emotions.

- Okay.
- Okay. Just give me a moment.

Okay.

You're ill.

Ill? No, Dr. Brennan.
No. Ill is not even an emotion.

My brow is furrowed,
mouth slightly open, eyes quizzical...

I'm expressing confusion
and its corresponding vulnerability.

- What are you confused about?
- That's not important at this point.

Now it's just important to recognize
that when someone is vulnerable,

you have the opportunity
to help them feel secure

thereby gaining their trust
and forming a relationship.

Having this skill
can enrich all aspects of your life.

And not just supply the world
with dishonest car salesmen.

- No. Let's try another one.
- Okay.

- Okay!
- What... What is wrong? I...

You are very intolerant, Sweets.

- I am doing the best that I can.
- Okay. That's right, that's right.

I was expressing anger.
Excellent recognition.

Very poor response to it, though.

- Should I have become physical?
- No.

Well, not if you're trying to establish
an emotional connection.

Do you think that
Booth was trained like this?

Some people just have a natural ability.

But, hey, Dr. Brennan,
you're a brilliant woman.

- And you'll get there. Okay?
- Okay.

Skull is melting.

We can use this C-ring magnifier
to enlarge a greater area.

Whoa!

The fire appears
not to have damaged the remains.

How did it start?

I see. So we're going with
the old "blame the corpse" defense?

I just... I turned on the C-ring magnifier.
And then there was a little pop, and then...

Whoosh. Pop, whoosh.

But if the light was the ignition source,

that suggests
the body was emitting some kind of gas.

Diatomic gases emit a distinctive
ultraviolet hue when they oxidize.

These remains
were emitting hydrogen gas.

Not anymore. It all burned up.

Whatever mysterious process
is destroying these bones

emits hydrogen gas as a byproduct.

Agent Booth, is it the FBI's intention
to confiscate our automobile?

Oh, no. But you know, I might be
in the market to buy one, Mr. Shirazi.

Base price starts at $114,000, Agent Booth.

- Family money.
- Well, please, call me Buddy.

Okay.

4.2- liter V8, carbon ceramic brakes
with monobloc Brembo calipers.

- Zero to 60?
- 4.6 seconds.

- But please, not during the test drive.
- Right.

- You married, Buddy?
- Yes, indeed, bro. Four blissful years.

But I know you must be a bachelor
because this car is for prowling.

That's right. I am a bachelor.
I do like to prowl.

I usually head over to that strip club,

Imperial Showgirls
over on Washtenow, you know,

- where they have all that lap dancing?
- I don't know that place.

Wait, wait, wait, wait! Oh, God. Please...

- Imperial Showgirls?
- Did my wife send you?

Okay, please. I implore you to slow down.

- The railway tracks.
- What?

The railway tracks are there

and you must slow down
to five miles an hour before we...

Okay, what do you need to know?

You got into a fight with Alex Newcomb
at Imperial Showgirls

the night he was murdered.
I want to know why.

He stole a client from me.
I punched him in the nose.

Please, man, the tracks.

- How do I know you're not lying?
- I'm not lying! I'm not lying!

I swear! I'm not lying! I'm not a liar!

The tracks! The tracks!
The tracks! The tracks!

Thank you, Agent Booth. Thank you.

Okay! We were both
thrown out of the club!

I foolishly drove home drunk!
And I apologize! I won't do it again!

- Okay. What did Newcomb do?
- I don't know!

Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait!

He took a cab! He told the driver
to take him back to Jungle Jim!

He said to me, "Screw you
and everyone who works at Criterion.

"I'm gonna get my old job back!"

All right. You know what?
This baby definitely pulls to the right.

You have alignment problems.
You know what?

I'm gonna call my partner
and get a ride back.

Did you check with the taxi company?

- Oh, yeah. Alex Newcomb took a taxi...
- Hey!

...to Jungle Jim's that night,

and the cabbie said
that he was intoxicated.

Well, do you think that Newcomb
was going to apologize to the monkey

and get his job back?

Well, yeah. He definitely
wanted to get the monkey off his back.

But the monkey was on Jungle Jim's back.

Alex felt guilty for leaving his brother
all alone at Jungle Jim's.

So Alex Newcomb's brother,
Chet Newcomb,

was the monkey on the back?

You know what? I am getting off
that merry-go-round right now, Bones.

Booth? Booth?

Update.

I found peri-mortem Colles' fractures
on both the right and left distal radii,

- possibly from the breaking of the fall.
- Where?

- Already dissolved.
- Any definite cause of death?

Areas on the left lateral thorax near
the rib fractures show...

- It's gone.
- More evidence is gone?

The rate of dissolution is accelerating.

- Are you hearing this, Dr. Hodgins?
- We're losing the bones.

We have to figure a way
to arrest the destruction of the...

Ion chromatography takes time.

Yeah. Let's give him a little space.

Okay. So we know that the bones are
dissolving faster than the rest of the body.

Why should that happen?

What do bones have
that the rest of the body doesn't?

Calcium.

Oddly enough,
calcium is the fifth most abundant element

in both the crust of the earth
and the ocean.

We're looking for a corrosive
that produces hydrogen gas

when it breaks down calcium.

Fluoride ions would tear through cells and
soft tissue until they met up with calcium.

- All acids contain hydrogen.
- Hydrofluoric acid.

Used in various pesticides, rust removers,

petrochemical development
to clean and brighten certain metals.

- Antacid.
- You think he's troubled by indigestion?

Antacid contains magnesium hydroxide.

We cover the hydrofluoric acid
in enough magnesium,

it'll stop attacking the bones.

Makes sense, I hope.

The first recorded antacid was
an amalgam of ambergris and musk.

Since ambergris
could only be obtained from whales,

it wasn't readily available to all.

- It's working.
- Yeah.

What's happening?

Well, the good news is that the bones
stopped dissolving. The bad news is...

Our foamy friend seems to be petrifying
right before our very eyes.

Oh, God.

Mr. Nigel-Murray, perhaps you
and Dr. Hodgins can figure out a way

to free the victim's remains
so that we can discover cause of death.

How do we do that?
Drop it on the floor like a piggy bank?

I suggest we cut off one of the limbs.

One of the less crucial limbs,
of course, and run some tests.

- Are you serious?
- No.

- Would it interest you to know...
- No. At this moment, it would not.

Please, Booth? I'm ready.

One lesson with Sweets doesn't turn you
into the master interrogator.

- What? Is master interrogator a real thing?
- Technically, no.

You gotta know exactly what you
want to find out when you go in there.

Really. If you can do it, I can.

Seriously? You think
you can do anything I can do?

Not the big strong sheerly physical things,
but otherwise, yes.

Fine, be my guest.
Be the big cheese. Fill the shoes.

Here. Take an earpiece in case you,
you know, need help.

Okay. But don't distract me unnecessarily.

- It's all your fault. You know that, right?
- Why? You're the one that said yes.

- I'm Dr. Brennan.
- Yeah, I know. We met like five times.

Together, you and I are gonna
help each other out here.

If by "help," you mean
put me in the electric chair...

Was that a confession?
Because it sounded like a confession.

No, no, no. I was being...

God, are you serious?

I'm sorry.

- Did you enjoy sex with Alex Newcomb?
- No, I did not.

It was over too quick and he didn't
put enough weight on his elbows.

So, you admit to a sexual relationship?

No, no. No. Once again, I was joking, so...

No. We just worked together.

- Where were you last Thursday night?
- Bowling.

- Did you kill Alex Newcomb?
- No.

- Did you?
- No.

Will you just ask her if Alex Newcomb
ever stole any of her customers?

Did Alex ever skate any of your sales?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, he did.
I'd have referrals come in on my days off,

- and he would tell them I'd been fired.
- Well, that's terrible.

Look, the only person
that he really cared about was his brother.

How do you know?

Why do you think Alex
went from number one to number three?

He punted sales to his brother.
Made me number one.

So, you had no reason to kill him?

Nope.

Thank you for your cooperation.

That's it? Okay.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
You were right. She wasn't ready.

No. She wasn't ready, Sweets.

But we found out
something really, really important.

- What, the woman bowls?
- No.

We found out that the victim
was secretly carrying his brother.

Any good news?

I think I may have discovered
cause of death.

Even though the victim's still wearing
his hard candy coating?

I went back over the x-rays
and the MRI scans.

This defect in the posterior aspect
of the sternum, there.

That's very small.

This shadow suggests that the margins
bevel inward, which suggests that

it was left by the tip of whatever weapon
was used to kill the victim.

How can we confirm that?

By cracking this baby open,
taking a good look.

So IC results confirm anions of chloride,
sulfate, phosphate, nitrate, and fluoride.

So his body was exposed
to highly concentrated hydrofluoric acid.

We got something right.
Now how do we get him out?

No idea.

Perhaps one good sharp shock with
a mallet would free the remains inside.

I also found some fecal matter
on the bottom of the shoes.

90% of the world's population have
fecal matter on the bottom of their shoes.

- Not from a Cebinae Cebus.
- A what?

Capuchin.

Jungle Jim's monkey, Bananas,
is of the capuchin variety.

Named thus for their uncanny resemblance
to the Capuchin monks of the...

An offshoot of the Franciscan order...

Motile flagellates in the poop date
the freshness to five days ago.

- The same day Alex Newcomb was killed.
- Has anyone suggested a pi?ata scenario?

I'll leave you to it.

You people better have a warrant.

We have reason to believe that
Alex Newcomb was here the night he died.

Well, I didn't see him.

Monkey crap?
You're here looking for monkey crap?

Feces, yes. It won't be hard to find.

Maybe Bananas
should wear a diaper all the time.

- Diaper.
- All right, if Alex was here, I didn't see him.

- Okay, what is going on now?
- They think that Bananas killed Alex.

We never said that.

Okay, wait a minute.
You think Alex was killed here?

No, no, no, no. Nobody here killed Alex!

Would you just go back to the floor?
Go! Go!

Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan, we found blood.

So there's an additional wide stain
around the blood

where the concrete is clearly pitted.

Well, what is it?

That's congruent with a strong acid.

- What is this, please?
- That's Gleam O.

- What's that?
- It's a tire cleaner. It's real concentrated.

- Is it corrosive?
- 60% hydrofluoric acid.

That would explain
what happened to Alex Newcomb's bones.

So we got blood.
We got a method of disposing the body.

Looks like you're gonna
have to shut the jungle down, pal.

Why?

Because everyone who works here
is now a suspect.

Including you, Jungle Jim.

Here you go.

So, the blood from Jungle Jim's
is a match for Alex Newcomb.

He was killed in the service area.

He was killed
and then soaked in corrosive tire cleaner.

So, the killer thinks
the body's gonna dissolve instantly

like it does in the movies.
Then nothing happens

except every alarm in the lab
goes off time and again.

You okay?

Yes. This was just really good wine.

Right, okay. So the killer still has the body.
So he tosses it off the cliff.

What was Alex Newcomb doing
back at Jungle Jim's that night?

- Bones here already figured that one out.
- I did? How?

Alex was there for his brother,
trying to save Chet's job.

You got that one right.

I've got dipsticks, pry bars,
ceremonial weapons.

But the defect in the sternum
is too small to make a definitive match.

The stab perforated the spine.
What about injury to the vertebrae?

According to my calculations, reversing
the trajectory of the knick in the sternum,

Alex was stabbed between
the seventh and the eighth vertebra.

But we won't get anything
from those vertebrae.

They were already jelly
when the x-rays were taken.

I hate this case.

Did you know that the earliest production
of wine took place in 6000 BC

in what is now Iran?

From grapes.
Rice was used in China in 7000 BC.

- Is there anything you don't know?
- Yes. The murder weapon.

Dr. Brennan is very adamant
that without a murder weapon,

it's much more difficult
to prosecute a homicide.

We have to find a way to unseal this body.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Dr. Saroyan, okay, I'd just like to point out
that this could very much resemble

what happens when one strikes an egg
with a sledgehammer.

Can you see another choice?

Could we at least don some raingear first?

Maybe I could help?

Why is it that nobody ever says to me,
"Gee, Angela. This looks impossible.

"But maybe you're the person
who could solve the problem?"

Cam says you might be able to do
a virtual examination of the body.

I've been working on a new program

that uses configuration-bias
Monte Carlo method.

Here are the bones
currently left in the body.

Now there's not much left,
but by factoring in rate of decomposition

and bone destruction
from the hydrofluoric acid,

I can attempt to virtually regrow the bone.

I have been
to 74 interrogations with Booth,

42 in the room and 32 observing.

Uh-huh.

I should be able to do it.

- What? Interrogate?
- Yes.

I even engaged
in a very interesting session with Sweets

to improve my ability
to manipulate people.

Oh.

- That wouldn't work.
- Why not?

Because what Booth has,
you can't learn from baby boy shrink.

Booth's brilliant
at pretending to be stupider

than he actually is most of the time.

Brilliant at stupidity?

Especially around you. Okay.

Here is what Alex Newcomb's skeleton
looked like 12 hours ago.

Why would Booth do that?

Well, he knows that
you like to be the smart one,

so he lets you have that.

All right, here's what Alex's bones
looked like at the time of his death.

Jagged crenellations between
the seventh and eighth vertebra

indicate the path of the murder weapon.

Combining trajectory analysis
with force and thrust ratio.

This suggests a square-edged blade
with an overlying step

that was at least 16 centimeters long.

You know I am smarter than Booth.

Okay. So maybe you should just let him

have the people skills
part of the job to himself then.

- Can you zoom in there?
- Yeah.

Okay, look at this. A curved notch.

- Maybe from a small pin?
- Yeah. Or a screw.

Screw.

Two blades held together by a screw...

Scissors!

You are amazing, Angela.

I just program the computer.

You're the whiz master
who makes the calls.

You're welcome. Hey, sweetie?

I think you'll find that the murder weapon
was a pair of tailor shears.

Why?

Why don't you run this information
by Booth

and see how quickly
he comes to the same conclusion?

Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan, how you doing?

Have you made any progress on the case?

- Yeah. Here you go.
- What's this?

It's a warrant to seize all your scissors
and sewing shears.

- Why?
- Hey, Newcomb,

how long does it take
to swallow a couple of pills?

We got customers on the floor.
Get your hat on.

- What's going on?
- Get back inside, Chet.

- What's happening?
- Just go back inside.

Don't lose your job.

- Booth?
- Look at that.

See, our lab discovered

that the murder weapon
was a pair of tailor shears.

And Booth immediately remembered
that you're a seamstress.

We're pretty sure we're gonna find
Alex Newcomb's blood on those.

Alex caught me with someone.

- What? Sexually, you mean?
- Who?

- Jungle Jim?
- Whoa! How'd you get there?

That's how your sick husband kept his job.
First his brother tried to help, then you.

It was just one time.

I told Jungle Jim I'd have sex with him
just once if he wouldn't fire Chet.

And, my luck,
Alex walked in looking to get his job back.

Alex wouldn't listen to me.
He said he was gonna tell Chet.

And I couldn't let that happen, so...

So you killed him?

Look, I love my husband.

So did his brother.

- Just give me a ten.
- But you had most of the potatoes.

Okay, then you have that. Okay? All right.

Bones, you ready?

You haven't said anything
about my interrogation.

Okay, you know what?

You did great. Okay?
Better than I thought.

I was terrible.
Everybody's right. I lack empathy.

You got empathy.

You're awkward. That's different.

My stuff is bones. Yours is people.

Right. So you're admitting that
I'm better at something than you are?

No.

Yes. A lot better.

Thanks, Bones.

Hey, can we go now?

- Yes.
- Yes, wait till you see what's outside.

So, what do you think?

- Right? Buddy let me borrow it.
- Can I drive it?

No, no, no. Wait a second.
This is a very powerful machine.

Well, I can handle it.

Okay, look. Once around the block.

Maybe.

Okay, okay! Driving a machine like this
is like making love. You have to go gently.

I go more for passionate and uninhibited
rather than gentle.

Bones, gently. Go ahead.

Gentle, Bones. Gentle.

Bones, easy on the gas! Just easy.

Whoa! Stop!

- Brake!
- The car broke!

- Okay, let me drive.
- No!

Okay, fine. You know what?
Just do it without me, okay?

Wait, no. It's no fun by myself.

At least help me get it into first gear.

First gear? You're a scientist.
You can figure it out, right?

I'm a scientist, not a mechanic.

A mechanic? What did I say?
Drive it gently.

But no. You don't listen to me.
I'm done. Forget it.

No, come on, Booth. Come back.

- I am an excellent driver.
- Forget it.

Buddy's gonna be very upset
you're leaving it here.

Buddy will completely understand because
of the way that you drove that car.

I told you to go gently.

- Everybody back out!
- It doesn't work! How am I supposed to...

Okay! God!

Come on, Booth!

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