Bones (2005–2017): Season 5, Episode 13 - The Dentist in the Ditch - full transcript

When a human skeleton is discovered in the trenches of an old Civil War battleground, Brennan and Booth are called to the case. Despite the historical location, Brennan quickly identifies the bones as belonging to Dan Pinard, a present-day local dentist. While Booth investigates suspects, including the victim's former boyfriend, Hodgins and lab intern Vincent Nigel-Murray work doggedly to clean the bones of a stubborn clay residue which is preventing the team from determining a cause of death. Meanwhile, Booth's brother, Jared, returns from his travels with some surprising news.

Sayler's Creek was the beginning
of the end for the South.

We dug in and held you Yankees
off for two days.

Which is why we live in the Confederate
States of America, I guess, right?

Our boys had set up a perimeter
along this here creek.

- If we had been able to get supplies...
- Oh, I hate to rub it in, Duval,

but you rebels had more soldiers
surrender at Farmville

than in any other battle of the war.

You could always switch sides, you know.
Join the winners.

What the...

What is this?

Oh, my God.

Is that a dead soldier?

That's one of them Yankees we killed.

Yankee? That's a rebel yell
if I've ever seen one.

He's screaming for his mother.
That's how you can tell he's a Yankee.

General Sheridan, we got a dead rebel
over here, sir!

- No way! Dead Yankee!
- Yes, we do!

- Dead rebel!
- Dead Yankee!

- Rebel!
- Yankee!

- Clearly a rebel!
- Clearly a Yankee!

Is that work or solitaire?

Little brother, look at you. Hey.

- How are you?
- Hey, good to see you.

- I thought you were biking across India.
- I was. You know what else?

- I survived.
- Survived.

I biked through Sikkim.
I hiked to the top of Himachal Pradesh.

I even learned a few dirty jokes in Hindi.
You want to hear one?

You didn't get yourself
in any more trouble, did you?

Not unless you count falling in love.

Wow. Falling in love. Really? How?

I was swimming with elephants
in the Andaman Islands,

when out of nowhere, Padme swan
dives off a cliff, nearly killing both of us.

- Padme?
- Padme Dalaj.

It's a beautiful name, right? Seeley?

I'm thinking of asking this girl
to marry me.

Congratulations. That's...

I got to get that.
It's my special murder line.

Okay, you go ahead and save the world.

- All right, I'll catch up with you later.
- All right.

Okay. Booth.

Jared's only known her for a month.
One month.

The Confederate soldiers at Farmville
were so hungry,

they scavenged seed and corn
from horse excrement.

Tasty. But who marries someone
after a month?

I thought you believed in love at first sight.

Only in the movies, all right?
Not for Jared.

Oh. Look at this. What is with the red dirt?

Well, the pine needles left behind
tannic acid, which acts like red dye.

- Who are these guys?
- He's right.

And years of tobacco farming
drained the land of nutrients.

Which caused the topsoil to wash away,
which left behind hard clay.

You're better informed scientifically
than your apparel might suggest.

As amateur historians,
we've studied this battle, the terrain,

military maneuvers.

- You don't say.
- Could you

by any chance tell us
if that's a fallen Union soldier

or a dead rebel?

The angle of the jaw indicates a male.
Otherwise, I can't tell anything

until we get the remains back to the lab.

All right, you know what?
We're gonna need a backhoe.

- And a cement cutter.
- And a cement cutter.

You really love the heavy machinery.

This trauma to the sternum
is degraded.

It's as though the bone
has de-mineralized over time.

Maybe he got bayoneted, and then the clay
leached out the calcium.

During the American Civil War,
diseases such as typhoid fever,

dysentery and tuberculosis killed
twice as many men as battle wounds.

That could be relevant.

- It is not.
- Why?

This was not a Civil War casualty.

Ah, reconstructive surgery.

Titanium screws.

Which were not introduced
until the mid-'60s.

Completely relevant
to the matter at hand, I believe.

It's going to be very difficult
to extract the remains

from this clay
without damaging the bones.

Perhaps we could spray it
with liquid nitrogen?

Give it a short, sharp shock.

No. Freezing the clay with gas
would make the bones brittle

and could destroy evidence.

But as an idea, the fast-freezing option
needed stating.


- What happened?
- Spiders.

I don't like spiders, and there are
thousands of little spiders coming out of...

I'll go get Hodgins.

- I really don't like spiders.
- I don't mind them, actually.

The spider eggs were on
the body before it was encased in the clay.

And the heat in the lab
caused the eggs to hatch,

and when you shone your flashlight,
they headed for the light.

Based on mandibular dentition,
the victim is late 20s, early 30s.

Dr. Hodgins, I can still see one
in his mouth.


These bad boys are Frontinella communis.
They're non-poisonous.

Yeah, still with those gross spider faces
and legs, though.

This spider is not found in the area
where the body was discovered.

Indicating that the victim
was probably offed elsewhere.

Any idea how to remove the body
from the sediment?

I mean, if we remove the moisture
from the clay, then it should just fall away

without affecting the bones at all.
I just need four dehumidifiers.

You okay there, Dr. Saroyan?

Yeah, I'm just itchy all over.

I'm gonna go burn all of these clothes
and maybe my hair.

Some male spiders are known
to, actually, to pluck their webs

like a guitar to attract the females.

Someone should tell them
it's drummers that get the girls.

We were in Bangalore
visiting the Karnataka Belur temple

when a pickpocket stole my wallet.

Jared climbed onto the roof of a building
and tackled the thief.

You know all that hero stuff?
I learned it from my big brother.

That along with hotwiring cars
and stealing cable.

- Jared's very proud of you.
- Yeah. What can I say?

You know, it's normal big brother stuff,
that's all.

I'm amazed at how good your English is.
It's perfect.

That happens when you grow up
in Alexandria, Virginia.

I'm third generation American.

Yes, you are. Thank you for setting me up
and making me look like an idiot.

Yeah, it's just normal little brother stuff.

So basically, you went all the way to India

to meet a girl
who lives down the street from you?

Seeley thinks every decision
I make is wrong.

Like you said, typical big brother.


So what is it that you do for a living,

She's a bank robber.

It's a normal question, you know.
She's very glamorous.

I thought maybe she worked
at some glamorous job.

Hardly. I teach grade school.

Seeley's got a kid in third grade.
His name's Parker.

There's no one named Parker
at my school.

She's the kids'
favorite teacher, Seeley.

Phosphate and calcium
have leaked from the bones

into the clay in several places,

making the bones softer
and the clay harder.

I see you started with dentition.

Interesting juxtaposition.
Substandard dental work,

but top-of-the-line materials.

I thought that might help
with identification.

I've seen that before in people who get
their treatment for free at a dental school.

Suggesting that the victim was poor.

Specious leap, Mr. Nigel-Murray.
Tendonitis in his elbow.

The hook of the hamate
shows wear from torque,

rotational force and repeated tugging.

I only have inappropriate comments
off the phrase "repeated tugging."

These are occupational markers
for many professions,

including funeral directors, surgeons,
dentists, mechanics...

A dentist would most likely
have his dental work

done by other students
while in dental school.

- That would explain the work on his teeth.
- Mmm-hmm.

Next, I'd like theories as to what might
have caused

the initial damage to the sternum.

Even though it's been severely degraded
by de-mineralization?

- Yes.
- Okay.

I'll have to remove
the rest of the clay first.

Oh, I will get you to praise me, Dr. Brennan.
I will have you look at me with admiration

and astonishment at my...

I'm sorry, Mr. Nigel-Murray.
Were you speaking to me?

No, Dr. Brennan.

I was simply... I was running
through my knowledge of clay.

You think your brother's girlfriend
is "hinky"?

- Is that slang for "pretty" or "buxom"?
- No, it's just slang for "iffy."

Well, "iffy" is already slang.
I don't see the need for slang for slang.

Okay, look, the point is, there was just
a hinky vibe between me and her.

Look, you know what?
I don't expect you to understand, Bones.

The victim's dental records
confirm his identity.

Dan Pinard. Dentist. Lives alone.

Are they happy together?

- What?
- Jared and Padme.

Do they seem happy?
You put a high premium on feelings.

Don't go twisting this around, Bones.

You used to think
that people could find true love.

I still do, okay, but this is Jared, all right?

He only just got sober.

If he's sober,
he should be able to find love.

I don't understand the rules.

There are no rules. There's just life, okay?
There's just life.

Big house for a single man.

Looks like he's doing
some serious remodeling, huh?

Door's open. Hold on.

- Hands up.
- No, no, no.

Okay. Okay, this is not what it looks like.
I'm allowed to be here.

- Who are you?
- Lucas Pickford.

My Social Security number is 308-12...

Okay, Mr. Pickford,
what are you doing here?

I'm Danny's contractor.
I live over the garage.

He said I could come in any time
and use his TV.

- Danny is dead.
- He's dead?

- That's where he's been?
- That's right. He's been dead.

I thought he just met someone.

Danny once took off for three weeks
and never said a word.

Big screen TV, cold beer,
it's not a great motive for murder,

but I've seen people killed for less.

Why would I kill Danny?

He owes me money, like three grand.
You shouldn't be hassling me.

You should talk to his ex.
They had a bad breakup.

- Right. What's her name?
- Chris.

But she's a him.

I mean, it's a Christopher Chris,
not a Christine Chris.

He rents a place on Dahlgren Road.

There's no faster way
to clean the skeleton?

Oddly, no. Not in a localized fashion.

Dr. Brennan seemed very anxious
to get at the sternum.

Dr. Saroyan, not to come across
as in any way needy,

but have you ever seen Dr. Brennan
compliment or praise one of us interns?

I wouldn't worry about praise,
Mr. Nigel-Murray.

Strive for mild approval.

Then back to work I go.
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho.

Did you clean the victim's teeth?

A small sign of respect for a dentist.

If you want praise, I'd concentrate
on the sternum if I were you.

Something hit him there. Hard.

Let's see if we can figure out
what that was and whether it killed him.


I worked two jobs
to put Dan through dental school.

As soon as his practice
was up and running, he dumped me.

And since Virginia doesn't recognize
gay marriage

or civil unions, you weren't entitled
to anything when he left you.

- How is that fair?
- It's not.

I'm sorry to inform you
that we have identified

some human remains as Daniel Pinard.

Wait. Danny's dead?

When was the last time you saw him?

I haven't heard from him,
but it's got to be a year.

All right. Were you...

Were you upset
when he broke it off with you?

- What?
- Like you said,

you didn't have any legal options.

Not upset enough to kill. I moved on.

I met someone after a couple months,
and bygones are bygones, right?

Is that everything now?
Because Danny was a part of my past,

and like I said, I've moved on.

Actually, no. I'd like to ask you quite a few
more questions, if you don't mind.

I do mind, so excuse me.

- Booth?
- Yeah.

What do you got there?
Looks like an arrowhead.

Is that yours?

I'm a bow hunter. Whitetail deer.

Yeah. I'm gay and I hunt. Get over it.

That bow in his truck
would generate sufficient velocity

for this arrowhead to cause
the trauma in the victim's sternum.

What is she saying?

Basically, she's saying you have a choice.

Either you come with us willingly
and answer my questions

or I arrest you.

The damage to the sternum
is not the cause of death.

So the ex-boyfriend's off the hook?

At a velocity of 82 meters per second,

a hunting arrow would not only
pierce the sternum and the heart,

but would sever the spinal column.

I will point out, however,
that the angry ex-boyfriend

might still have killed the victim,

but either he didn't use a hunting bow
or he made an amazing shot

from the absolute,
the limit of the bow's range,

which would be very far.

I sounded very much
like Dr. Brennan then, did I not?

Up until the "very far," yes.
What did strike our victim in the chest?

It could easily have been postmortem.

Probably as a result
of being tipped into a creek.

- So we don't have cause of death.
- Rhubarb.

Rhubarb? The victim was killed
by rhubarb?

Approximately 10 kilos.

All right. I'm usually pretty good
with following your jumpy little brain,

but you've totally left me in the dust
on this one.

If you can acquire for me the rhubarb,

I can deliver unto you a skeleton
free of clay. Rhubarb!

Rhubarb it is.

Okay, well, you know,
our victim wasn't killed by an arrow.


But, hey, you know,
the good news,

our victim's dental hygienist
says that he gave her hepatitis C.

- The dental hygienist is gay, too?
- I don't know. I'm going to ask her.

Her? Did the victim have heterosexual
relations with his hygienist?

I don't know. I'm going to ask her.

Miss Bryson, I'm Agent Booth.

They said Dan is dead. What happened?

We were hoping that maybe
you would be able to help us with that.

- Me?
- Mmm-hmm.

How did you
work this up without me?

When I told Dr. Saroyan
that the sternum wound

was not caused by a hunting arrow,

my brain jumped to different types
of arrows,

which led me to the image
of a giant wasp,

which was silly, but which then led me
to stinging nettles,

which are covered in thousands
of tiny little arrows,

and on the tip of each tiny little arrow
is a drop of oxalic acid,

which not only stings, but works very well
at dissolving silicates.

- Silicate causes clay to adhere...
- And rhubarb is full of oxalic acid.

Okay. Next time someone says your brain
is a jumble of disconnected chaos,

you just send them to me.

People say that?

You need me to stir?

Don't you have lots of spiders to trace?

There's over 30 separate breeding grounds

within a 200-mile radius of the body site.

I'm analyzing the egg sacks
to see if I can narrow it down further.

I've got some time.

And this is so cool.

You want to know if I had sex with Dan?

Well, you filed a grievance against him
requesting the AD A revoke his license

because he gave you hepatitis C.

No, we didn't have sex.

- Dan nicked me during a procedure.
- Really?

So he nicked himself and you?

- What about the patient?
- It was while preparing a syringe.

My husband and I tested positive
after that.

Who believes that story?
Did your husband believe that story?

It happened.

How did you really get hepatitis C?

Tell you what, before you answer
that question,

this here's a report from the AD A
saying that Dan never had hepatitis C.

I had an affair. I got hep C.

I just... I needed a way
to explain it to my husband.

Right, so maybe you killed Dan

so your husband wouldn't find out
the truth, or your husband did.

No. No, neither of those things happened.

On the day that Dan Pinard disappeared,
he canceled all of his appointments

so he could go see Dr. Hibbert.

Only problem is,
we can't find this Dr. Hibbert.

Dr. Hibbert is the name that Dan wrote
in his appointment book

when he canceled patients
at the last minute.

Any idea who it might have been that day?

- I was already fired.
- Right.

You ran a background check
on Jared's girlfriend?

Yeah. You do things like that
for people you care about.

Do you do that
when I go out with someone?

Look, Bones, you're the one who says
not to jump to conclusions

without all the facts.

But you always say,
in matters of the heart...

Uh, the heart is just a muscle.
See? I'm learning from you, huh?

Anyways, this whole background check
came up hinky.

Hinky how?

Four years ago, this woman was an escort.

- Jared's going to be crushed.
- Why?

I'm sure she possesses
sophisticated sexual skills,

and if she's reformed...

She's just reformed?
She's a reformed escort?

- Maybe Jared already knows.
- No, he doesn't know.

How do you know he doesn't know?

Because if he knew, he wouldn't be
talking about getting married.

He wouldn't be saying stuff like that.

Hey. Look what Vincent did.
He turned our victim into rhubarb pie.

Fractures are evident
on at least half a dozen bones,

including possible cause of death.

Fracture to the glabellar region
on the frontal bone.

Head trauma
could definitely be cause of death.

Tendonitis of the shoulder, broken ribs,
knee trauma and a nick to the ankle.

- That's all just the right side.
- Sounds like he was tortured.

He also had Bennett's fracture
of the thumb,

broken left clavicle, and his knee.

You know what?
These are all common football injuries.

Some of the injuries are over a decade old,

but others show almost no remodeling,
which means...

He was still active in the sport.

A gay dentist who plays football.

Do the significant looks
you are exchanging

mean that you doubt a gay man
can play football and be a dentist?

No. I mean, for me, the answer is no.

What I'm thinking
is that American football

is a bastion of
testosterone-fueled masculinity.

Maybe one too many lingering glances
in the locker room got him in trouble.

Does that happen often?

Yeah. I mean, with me,
it happened all the time.

If I'd killed
everyone who looked at me lustily,

I wouldn't have made it out of school.

There's only one amateur
full-contact league in the DC area,

so it wasn't hard to find out
which team Dan played for.

They are not
unlike mountain rams

that butt heads in an attempt
to attract a mate.

It's hard to believe
that brain damage isn't a result.

It's amazing. You can even make
football sound bad, Bones.

Come on, ladies.
My little sister hits harder than that.

Filmore, do you want me
to get you a skirt?

He's challenging their masculinity
to enhance aggression.

That's coach talk.
It's the way coaches talk.

Let me handle this. Excuse me, Coach.

FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth.

This here is my partner,
Dr. Temperance Brennan.

Like to ask you a few questions
about Dan Pinard.

Yeah, well, he better be in prison.

That's the only excuse I'll accept
for how long he's been gone.

We found his body.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry. Did any of Dan's teammates
or opponents have any problems with him?

What, he was murdered? No. No, no.

All the guys loved Dan.

Is it possible that someone's masculinity
was threatened

and that person killed Dan
because he was a homosexual?

Way to ease into that one, Bones.
That's smooth.

No, that's definitely not an issue
with my guys.

What makes your team so highly evolved,

Meet the Cardinals, Agent Booth.
We're all gay.

Good hit!

So anybody here
have any problems with Dan?

Disagreements, arguments, fights?

Everyone here joined this team

because a lot of the straight players
don't want us on their teams.

We're like family.

No one here hurt Dan. No way.

And you're all gay?

I suppose, statistically,
we could have two or three straights

who are still in the closet.

Booth, this is Dan's equipment bag.
I found his protective headgear inside.

That's a helmet, Bones.

There's blood
on the inside of the lip.

It approximates the location
of the fracture on Dan's forehead.

The force could have cracked his skull
and killed him.

Are you sure nothing happened here?

One of your guys,
they probably could have hit Dan.

You know, practice a little too hard,
try to cover it up.

- What are you saying?
- I mean, you lose your insurance,

you're kicked out of the league.
But, hey, it was just an accident, right?

All right, I'll tell you what.

Anybody who's got plans
for this weekend,

just cancel them.

Because of blood on a football helmet?

Because of blood
inside of a football helmet.

- Isn't that right, Bones?
- That's correct.

I was draining the vat
when I noticed these white things

floating in the rhubarb stew.
Spider eggs, right?

No. No, the boiling water
would have destroyed the eggs.

- So what are they?
- I have no idea.

Always glad to sow confusion.

This man endured
a remarkable amount of abuse.

It must have been tough.

Yeah, this ain't England, pal.

Being gay in America is still a tough go.

I was referring to being a football player.

Yeah, I knew that.

Four years ago,
Jared's girlfriend was a hooker?

An escort.
I believe in the hierarchy of prostitution,

an escort ranks equal
to high-class call girl.

And now she teaches grade school?


I don't see any other injuries to the bone
that could be cause of death.

That leads us back to the head trauma.

Apparently the rule is, once a sex worker,
always a sex worker.

You know, it really would have been better
if Booth never ran her record.

He said it was my influence,
that it was the rational thing to do.

No, sweetie, he's rationalizing,

which makes what he did irrational
because he's rationalizing

that Jared cannot make rational decisions
for himself.

You do the same thing all the time.
Maybe that's what he learned from you.

In order to be fatal,

whatever struck the frontal bone
had to be pointed enough

to pierce the brain.

Now, wait a second.
Is Booth going to tell Jared about this?

I believe that's his plan.

What if Jared and this woman
are really in love?

Booth could ruin everything.

Well, not if, as Booth always asserts,
love conquers all.

Yeah, well, this is going to be
one hell of a test case.

I ran blood tests on the items
in Dan's athletic bag.

I found evidence of someone else's blood.

Football is a contact sport.

There are bound to be traces
of other people's DNA on his uniform.

This was more than a trace,
and it wasn't on his uniform.

It was all over his towel.

We ran it through CODIS and got a match.

32-year-old man named Cyd Zigler.

Zigler is a firefighter and a former Marine.
He lives in Greenbelt, Maryland.

He plays for one of
the other teams in Dan's league.

- One of the straight teams?
- Yeah, it was a big game.

Zigler fumbles, the victim recovers,
scores a touchdown, game over.

I doubt even a homophobe
would kill for that.

- Yeah, but a fight ensues.
- Oh, so they fought.

If Dan won a physical altercation
in front of both teams,

there's a certain personality type

that might feel impugned enough
to strike back.

- Go on.
- Gay guy beats up

a certain type of straight guy,
straight guy can't handle it.

See, that's what I wanted to know.

Now, did the victim
and Zigler have any contact

since their fistfight?

The two of them,
they played against each other

in a game the weekend
before Dan disappeared.

- Okay.
- Jared.

Hey, Seeley, your message
sounded urgent. What's going on?


- Thanks for the gay insights.
- You're welcome.


You got that big brother look
all over your face,

like the time you had to tell me
the puppy I brought home was a rat.


That sort of happened again.

Okay, what the hell are you talking about?

There are some things
that you need to know about Padme.

You ran a background check
on my girlfriend?

No. She was arrested
for prostitution four years ago.

Shut up, Seeley, shut up.

The charges, they didn't stick,

but you need to know
that she was an escort.

You just can't stand to see me happy,
can you?

No, it's not true. If I were in your shoes,

I'd want to know if my girlfriend
was hiding something.

No, you wouldn't.

Okay, I have watched you for years.
I learned.

You would make your own judgment.
You wouldn't care what other people said.

You'd say exactly what I'm gonna say.
Go to hell.

Look, I called him a fag,
the dude kicked my ass, end of story.

- You got a problem with gays?
- No, that was over a year ago.

Look, what's this all about?

I'm trying to put together
a sequence of events

before Dan Pinard disappeared.

What do you mean disappeared?

We found your blood on his towel.

I cut myself during the game,
you know, big gash on my leg.

Danny used his towel to stop the bleeding.

What do you mean disappeared?

He came up to you in the locker room
and he presses that towel on your leg?

I thought...

I thought it was only me.

I thought Danny
didn't want to see me anymore.

I called him,
I went by his place a hundred times.


Hmm. Why do you think
he didn't want to see you again?

Because, I mean, Danny had it all figured.
Who he was.

- I wasn't ready.
- To come out of the closet.

For any of it.

That made Danny mad sometimes,
you know, frustrated.

Is Danny dead?

You think I killed him?

Danny was...

The only time I've ever been happy
was with Danny.

I wouldn't expect you to understand.

I don't guess anyone would understand.

Looks like cause of death to me.

Cause of death, yes, yes,
but I cannot discern the cause

of the cause of death, so to speak.

Okay, bugs and slime, pal.
Different discipline entirely, sorry.

There appear to be
three separate fractures on the skull.

We couldn't see them before
because all of the fracture lines connect.

Okay, so the victim was hit three times
instead of once.

Dr. Brennan thinks that the brain
was pierced when the skull was hit.

Brain piercing, yeah,
sounds very death-causing to me.

The beveling on the exterior of the skull

suggests that all three fracture points
emanate from inside the skull.

His forehead exploded from the inside out.

Again, very deathy. Wait a minute.

What would cause someone's forehead
to explode from the inside?

I was hoping that you'd say
it had something to do

with those bulbous seedy jobbers
that I thought were spider eggs.

No, I mean...



Wow? What wow?

So Zigler, he was a Marine.

He gets married to a woman
and it lasts six years. Why?

- Why did his marriage last six years?
- No, why did he get married?

Most likely Zigler
was trying to conform to social norms.

In many cultures,
homosexuality is revered.

it makes no sense for heterosexuals

to be threatened by homosexuals
because they are actually

removing themselves
from competition for mates.

Right, so Zigler forces himself to conform,
and the dentist comes along

and forces, you know, Zigler to confront.

Zigler couldn't come to terms
with his sexual orientation,

so when the victim elicited this flood
of unwanted feelings in him,

he transferred the self-loathing
from himself to the victim.

Native Americans believed
that homosexuals were of two spirits.

Held them in high esteem.
So what's the problem?

It's no problem.
Why are you looking at me like that?

I was a soldier. I mean, gay guys, they
saved my life in battle more than once.

So are you saying
that if a former prostitute

saved your life in battle, that would solve
the problem with Jared's girlfriend?

- What?
- Seriously, you're going to bring that up

in front of Sweets right now?

It's a rational question.

I'm sorry, Jared's involved
with a prostitute?

- Former. Former prostitute.
- Bones.

- What?
- Oh.

Did you run a background check
on Jared's girlfriend?

Okay, why is everybody saying that to me
like it's some sort of terrible thing?

Because it's kind of terrible.

Look, I'm just looking out for my brother,
that's all,

so can we just, you know,
focus on the case?

Yeah, well, the fact that the suspect
carries in his wallet a photo

of them together, it doesn't really jibe
with homosexual panic.

Great, thanks, that's all I need to know.
I got enough.

Thanks, appreciate it, Sweets.

- Wow, that was...
- I have to go, too.

Thank you, Dr. Sweets,
for your invaluable psychological insights

into the human condition.

Do you know
what Vincent Nigel-Murray is?

He's a genius.

Yes, but so are we all,
except for Angela.

Oh. Right, and yet who do you turn to
when you need pretty pictures?

Dr. Hodgins figured out what caused
the fractures to the frontal bone.

Vincent found these small particulates
floating in the rhubarb stew, right?

I identified them as silica phytolith,
which is a razor-thin, clear hard shell

which protects seeds.

Now, the victim was tossed
into the creek bed

where his body quickly decomposed.

Flooding from the rain washed the clay
and debris into that creek bed,

which encased the body.

Now, in all that muck,
three periwinkle seeds

became embedded
within the victim's skull.

- Okay.
- It's called floral turbation.

Over time, soft can become even harder
than hard,

like a sliver of grass
that grows through cement.

The same kind of process
that causes tree roots to destroy pipes.

So a seedling fractured the frontal bone?

Three of them.

So head trauma was not cause of death.

We have no cause of death.

Did she seem disappointed to anyone else?
She definitely seemed disappointed to me.

Oh, yeah


Where is the middle
is the middle of your mind?

Is it the place where you stop
where you just stop trying?

Call out the dogs and let them have a sniff

They might catch a little scent
before you just forget it

Losing your head is such a common theme

All your brains are falling out
falling out the open seams

Where is the heart
is the heart of the matter?

I must empty out my skull
of all this useless chatter

I want an empty head

I wanna go to bed
for a long, long, long time

I wanna fall behind

And not get in line
for a long, long, long time

The pollen from the egg sack
is from hickory pine trees.

But they don't grow
where the body was found.

She didn't even want me to help her
examine the bones.

Okay, you're not listening to me.

Yes, the keening shriek of intern anxiety
is interfering with my hearing.

There is a slice on the medial malleolus.

Yes, duly noted in my report.

But you didn't note what that might mean.

I would most definitely
have done so,

if I had the slightest inkling
of what it might mean.

Whatever caused the nick on this bone
must have cut the posterior tibial artery.

Oh. Yes. Tissue.

Um, posterior tibial artery,
massive bleeding.

Dude, you should totally
just toss culpability onto Cam.

I need to know if the weapon
that caused this left any trace in the bone.

Vincent's rhubarb stew
completely washed away

all the surface particulates.
See how that's done?

We can sand down the top layer
of bones cells

and analyze what lies beneath.

Thank you.

My bad.

You can't blame Mr. Nigel-Murray.
The nick was on the bone,

but I should've realized
the implications for the flesh,

- and I didn't.
- I agree.

Then why are you letting him worry
that he's disappointing you?

Mr. Nigel-Murray should be aware by now

that I don't hold others
to my level of expertise.

Otherwise I'd have no one to help me.

How would he know that
if you don't tell him?

Tungsten carbide, which is a compound
used to coat various types of tools.

Including dental tools.

I distinctly remember saying to you once,

"Good job, Mr. Nigel-Murray."
I'm saying it again now.

Cheers. Brilliant, that.

One of the suspects was Dan's
dental hygienist.

Grace Bryson.

- Hey, where does she live?
- Fairfax, Virginia.

Okay, the pollen I found
in the sheet weaver spiders' egg sack

came from hickory pine trees.

They don't grow
where the body was found,

but you can find them
all over that part of Virginia.

Motive, theoretical weapon, spiders.
That should be enough for an arrest.

So, according to
Grace Bryson's statement,

she and her husband
were at a yoga retreat

when Dan Pinard disappeared.

The retreat was in Silver Spring.
That's close enough to drive back,

kill Dan and then return to the spa.

Right. It could be both her
and her husband.

Hmm. When your gut speaks to you,

do you think it could be an increase
in stomach acid due to anxiety?


- I feel some anxiety.
- Okay, about what?

About your sudden abandonment
of a belief system.

Really, it's making my stomach upset.

Okay, you know what?
You are really just...

Crack a window there, Bones, all right?
Just get some air.

You told me that my father's criminal past
didn't matter,

that the love between us was real
and that was all that mattered.

Because I believed you,
my father and I have a relationship today.

Okay. I'm glad I could help out.

But I'm anxious because I can't see
any meaningful difference

between my father
and your brother's girlfriend.

Can you explain that to me?

It's a question of logic,
so I'm just going to be quiet now

while you work your way through it.

I already told you where I was,
at the yoga retreat.

Yeah, we know that.
But you would have had

more than enough time
to leave the retreat and return.

Well, I didn't. So, can you leave me alone?

After Dan fired you,
you couldn't find a job, could you?

That wasn't Dan's fault.
That was the hepatitis.

Miss Bryson,
do you own a set of dental tools?

I had to buy a set
when I was in school. Why?

Can we see them?

No. Not without a warrant.

- When did you put in this driveway?
- Excuse me?

When were these paving stones laid?

A few months ago.

Is there something illegal now
about doing home improvements?

- What's going on, Bones?
- Look at the stones.

You know, these stones look just like
the ones that were at Dan's house.

It's the same contractor. Lucas.

I met him at Dan's office before I was fired.

He said he had some extra materials
left over from Dan's job

- and he could give me a good deal.
- That's a scam.

Lucas was reselling the supplies
that Dan had already paid for.

I didn't know that.

Was Lucas working on the driveway
when you were at the yoga retreat?

Yeah. He was finished
by the time we got back.

Was the fastest he ever finished anything.

- We need to dig these up.
- Backhoe and a cement cutter.

The bottom of the paving stones
are covered in blood.

All the samples I've taken
are a match for the victim.

He bled out on the ground.
Then it was paved over.

Behold, Lucas Pickford's grout scraper.
He used it for installing the paving stones.

Coated in tungsten carbide.

Please tell me it's a match.

It is, in fact, a perfect match
for the injury to the victim's ankle.

Yeah. Cheers. Brilliant.

Hmm? No, she didn't say anything.

I discerned a lovely,
little glint of approbation in her eye.

- I admit it. We had an argument.
- About the paving stones?

- Yeah.
- Did you call him something?

A vulgar slur for homosexual?

In the heat of the moment, maybe.

I mean, but you should've heard
what he was calling me.

Dan knocked me down
and he started kicking me.

So I grabbed the scraper
and swung it at him to get him off me.

- Self-defense.
- Yeah. Yeah, that's it. I'll admit it.

It was self-defense.

Yeah, except you didn't call 911.

No. You just watched him bleed to death,
and then you dumped his body in a ditch.

If he charged me with theft,
I lose my contractor's license.

My whole livelihood. For what?
A few dozen paving stones?

The guy attacked me
for a few dozen paving stones.

You robbed him. You lied about it,
and you called him a fag.

To him that was a big deal.

I'm sure Jared wants to
talk to you alone, Booth.

No, he asked for you to be here.

I really don't want to be
in the middle of a fight.

I'm not going to fight.
There's going to be no fighting.

I promise, okay?

So you really think I was wrong?

I don't know if you were wrong,
but I fail to see the point of being right.


I've really been thinking
about what you said.

What if I ruined it for him?
What if he was really happy with her?

I imagine you would never forgive yourself.

- Thanks.
- On the bright side,

- he might totally ignore you.
- Great. Thank you.

Perhaps Jared will think for himself.

Isn't that all you've ever really wanted
for him?

- Well...
- Hey, sorry we're late.

- Padme, this is Temperance Brennan.
- Hi.

This is my brother's partner /friend.

- Nice to meet you.
- Pleasure.

So here we are.

- Think we can talk outside, privately?
- No.

Whatever you want to say,
you can say it to the both of us.

See, we don't have secrets, Seeley.
Never did. About anything.

I suspect Jared is implying that he already
knew about Padme's past as an escort.

Great, thanks, Bones. I got that.

Jared and I have come to grips
with everything.

Yeah. So the question is,
are you in or are you out?

- I'm in.
- That's good,

'cause I really wanted to know
if you'd be my best man.


- So soon. It's only been, what, a month?
- Ow!

- What?
- Oh.

Temperance, she kicked me
under the table.

Pretty sure she was aiming for you.

Definitely meant for me.

If that's true, I like her.

I'd like to make a toast.

- What is this?
- It's her new thing. She likes to make...

She's really good
at making toasts, though.

Maybe we should
get some champagne, though.

Jared is an alcoholic, Booth.

No secrets.

When Booth and I first met,

I didn't believe that such a thing
as love existed.

I maintained
that it was simply brain chemistry.

But perhaps Booth is correct.

Perhaps love comes first
and then creates the reaction.

I have no tangible proof,
but I'm willing to accept Booth's premise.

- To love.
- To love.

- To love.
- To love.