Bones (2005–2017): Season 6, Episode 21 - The Signs in the Silence - full transcript

[Police Radio Chatter]

[Officer] Hey, you.

Hey.

You okay?

Oh, God.

- [Gasps]
- [Yelling]

[Yelling]

[Yelling Continues]

Drop it!

Drop the knife! Drop it!

Drop the weapon!



[Brennan] How about an
encyclopedia? Ooh, or a microscope?

Bones, Angela and Hodgins are
having a baby, not a graduate student.

I got it. Ha, ha!
Stuffed animal. That's it.

How will that benefit the child?

Bones, they're having a kid whose major
pastime's gonna be about pooping his pants.

Okay? Mr. Poo-poo Pants.

Well, in one of my foster
families, I had a... a stuffed dog.

And you liked it, right?
It frightened me actually.

It was the family pet for many
years before they had it stuffed.

Oh. We'll forget about the
whole "stuffed animal" thing.

I got it. We'll get him one
of those mobiles for the crib.

Oh, those are very good for spatial
recognition and cognitive development.

There. See, that wasn't so
hard, was it? Hmm? Piece of cake.

Soon I'm going to be the
only one without a child.



Oh, come on. Please,
Bones. I'll tell you what.

When you get a good look
at that pudgy little baby face,

your hormones are
gonna go wacko.

Right? And before you
know it, bang... Mama Bones.

That's not how it happens,
Booth. I think that's how it works.

Okay, okay. Time to go to work.

I need you back
at the lab right now.

Why? Did someone remove the
remains from a crime scene again?

Oh, that's not good. You know
how cranky she gets about that.

This particular
body... She's still alive.

Well, if she's still alive,
then why do you need me?

Because it looks like
she killed someone,

and we need your
forensic voodoo...

to tell us who she is and
who her victim might be.

- Why don't we just
question her?
- I would love to, chéri.

But she's a deaf mute.

"Deaf mute" is a
historically derogative term.

I believe the correct terminology
is "deaf and uncommunicative."

Whatever the song title... she
can't hear, and she ain't talking.

- [Device Beeps]
- [Woman] This is outrageous,
Miss Julian.

You can't keep this child
here without filing charges.

Yes, I can. I
have a court order.

- Is this the girl?
- Yes, and I'm Grace Meacham.

I've been appointed by
Child Protective Services...

to represent the child's interests
until her family can be found.

And you've made an assumption of
her status as a minor based on... what?

- Look at her.
- Are you a scientist
or a doctor?

No. I'm an attorney, but...

Then let's agree that I won't
give you legal opinions...

and you won't pretend
to be a scientist.

Was she covered in
blood when she was found?

Yes. Someone else's blood.
We're trying to figure out whose.

She also has particulates on her
that might tell us what happened.

- And she was carrying this?
- [Caroline] Yep. She
was waving the knife around,

threatening the
arresting officer.

And we also found
that money on her.

- Looks like a robbery
that went bad.
- Can you sign?

Because we'll need to
communicate with her.

Yes. But as of yet, she hasn't
responded. And who are you?

Dr. Brennan is the best forensic
anthropologist in the country.

World. By examining her skeletal
structure and other markers,

I'll be able to determine age and other
identifiers that could explain what happened.

I'm sorry. But any medical tests
without Jane Doe's prior approval...

would be a violation of
her constitutional rights.

Read the order, chérie.
Exigent circumstances.

The judge gave the
Jeffersonian permission...

to do any tests they
deem necessary.

Her clothes are soaked with
at least one full liter of blood.

That's a Class II hemorrhage.

If her victim was of average
size and he survived the attack,

he could be dying of
blood loss right now.

Examining her could
potentially save the victim's life.

Unless you don't
feel that's important.

I had no idea.

Of course you didn't.
You're an attorney.

[Saroyan] Could
you let her know...

that I'm going to need to take blood
samples from her hair and her clothing?

And I'll need to do tests to
determine age and identity...

that could lead
us to the victim.

[Low Voice] I need a sample
of your hair and your clothes...

to find out where
you're from, okay?

[Yelling] Security!

[Alarm Blaring]

[Grunting]

[Jane Grunting] [Meacham]
Will this take much longer?

Dr. Saroyan and I need any tissue and
particulates that could be from the victim.

- [Grunts]
- Just a few more.

Could we take a break now?

Since you can't
get her to cooperate,

we have no choice
but to continue.

Do you think I'm not trying?

Perhaps she doesn't
understand sign language.

She clearly does. She's
choosing not to help.

Makes her look
pretty guilty, doesn't it?

There is a presumption of
innocence here, Dr. Hodgins.

Child Protective Services
appointed me to protect that.

Assuming that she is a child.

Dental X-rays
could determine age,

but you'd have to
hold her still for those.

I'm very uncomfortable with this,
Dr. Brennan. She's clearly in distress.

[Brennan] Right now you have
to see her as evidence, Mr. Vaziri.

Nothing more than a
composite of bone and tissue...

that, as yet, have not
yielded any usable clues.

- And you can do that? Look at her.
- I have no choice, do I?

Not if we hope to save someone
who might be bleeding out.

Tell her that we need to do
dental X-rays to establish her age...

and to potentially
locate her family.

- They might know
who the victim is.
- If she has a family.

There are no foster children
reported missing in the area,

so she probably has
family somewhere.

[Clears Throat]

[No Audible Dialogue]

No!

What did you get from her?

Particulates from
her hair and clothing...

that might lead us to
whoever she stabbed.

She looks so young.

Don't get all gushy. She was
caught with a bloody knife in her hand.

She's somebody's kid, Hodgins.

So was the person
who she stabbed.

Allegedly stabbed. Really?

I just can't believe
that a little baby...

could grow up to become... her.

Ange, our kid is not gonna
grow up to be a murderer, okay?

We have no idea what happened
to make her turn out like this.

I know. I'm just tired of
waddling. I want to hold the baby.

Yeah. Well, soon enough.

I know. Soon enough. [Laughs]

Listen, I... there's kind of a
rush on this evidence, okay? So...

All right. Okay. Sure.
Yeah. Okay. Back to work.

Hey, you got anything?

We've been checking all the hospitals
and morgues for stabbing victims...

within a 50-mile radius of
where Jane Doe was found.

We got nothing. Yeah,
well, I got something.

You know the bloody money
that we found on the girl?

Assuming she stole from her
victim, this could be good news.

- You're cute when you
try to make me happy.
- Right.

Look at that. Look at
all the 20-dollar bills.

Okay, and what's that?
I don't know what that is.

We found it in her pocket.
Angela's gonna reconstruct it.

Take a look at the serial
numbers on the bills.

- They're sequential. Bank robbery?
- No. A.T.M.

A.T.M.'s get sequential
bills from the bank.

If we can trace the number to the A.T.M.,
we should be able to find our victim.

Now you're just
downright handsome.

Open. [Grunts]

Open.

I need her to open her mouth.

If we can't put the film in her
mouth, we can't take the X-rays.

[Device Beeps] I realize that.
What do you want me to do?

Well, tell her that if
she doesn't cooperate,

then I'll have to
call the judge...

and ask him to approve
a general anesthetic.

Dr. Brennan, can I talk
to you for a moment?

I'm very busy.
[Sweets] Dr. Brennan.

- Just a moment.
- [Meacham] Okay?

Either she opens her
mouth or I call the judge.

[Sighs]

[Low Voice] Please help.
[Sweets] She's disabled,

- restrained by people
she has no reason to trust.
- [Grunts]

Being up here on this
platform on display...

makes it much worse, and...

Her feelings are not a
priority right now, Dr. Sweets.

If you knew the circumstances...
No, I do. I reviewed the case.

If you want that girl to cooperate,
you need to make sure...

that she feels comfortable and
secure. I know what I'm doing.

Do you remember
being in foster care?

I wasn't a potential
murder suspect.

Nevertheless, you must
remember how you were treated.

How often did they even
bother to learn your name?

Every situation was way more
frightening than it had to be...

because some
supervisor was in a rush.

Right?

I know I never wanted to cooperate,
and I'm sure you didn't either.

[Yells] She bit me.

She was gagging.
It's... It's not her fault.

She's terrified.

The dentals aren't gonna work.

I'd like to try something else.

[Brennan] This is
completely noninvasive.

Please tell Jane that this will be
a much easier way to exam her.

She just has to slowly move her
hand through there, up to her elbow.

We'll watch the image on the
screen. She won't feel a thing.

[Brennan] All right, I just
need to see the epiphysis...

of the distal radius and ulna.

- [Jane Grunting]
- [Brennan] You're going
to have to hold her steady.

Steady. [Meacham] Be
careful. Be careful with her.

[Arastoo] How much longer?
We can't hold her steady.

[Grunting Continues] [Beeping]

[Brennan] Okay. We got it.

As you can see, there's only partial
fusion of the distal radius and ulna.

She's definitely over 13
years old but less than 17.

So she is a minor.

I'll let Booth know.

Hey, Bones, no minors with her description
have been reported missing in D.C.

So she stays anonymous.

It happens, Bones, you know.
It happens. I know. It's just...

I saw a lot of kids like her
when I was in the system.

Kids pulled in off the street.

None of them started out bad.

Sorry. I'm being foolish.

No, no. I mean, look, the day that this
gets easy, we know that we're in trouble.

Any luck tracking the
money from the A.T.M.?

Yeah. It came from a
bodega in Columbia Heights.

We've been pouring through
all these bank records...

of everyone who used that A.T.M.
since it was stocked two days ago.

That could be dozens
of people. Dozens?

Try hundreds. [Cell Phone Rings]

It's Cam. Booth.

I just finished testing the
blood from the girl's clothing.

Preliminary D.N.A. shows
that the victim was a white male.

A white man in Columbia Heights.

He'd stand out like an
onion in a bean field.

I'll tell you what. Pull up the images
from the camera on the A.T.M.

[Man] I've got them here.

Okay, look, what I want you to do
is separate out all the white men.

Cam, did you do a T-cell test?

Yep. The victim's
in his mid-40s.

[Booth] No. He looks
like a teenager. Thanks.

What about him? He
looks like he's about 45.

No. The nasolabial lines...

and the depth of the
lateral orbital lines...

suggest he's in his 30s. Next.

No. They're senior citizens.

Then it has to be him.

Duval Price. 2134 Grand
Avenue, Apartment 6.

The door's splintered.
Looks like a break-in.

Duval Price?

[Booth] Blood.

[Door Thuds]

[Booth] Oh, wow.

Hey.

She might be a kid, but it looks
like she might be a really bad one.

I hope you find her family because
she's gonna need a good attorney.

If she cooperated, I could work
something out with the juvenile court.

It just doesn't make any sense. Why would she
kill him and then take the weapon with her?

Was someone after her?
There must have been a reason.

She's not gonna defend herself.

We'll never know
what she was thinking.

Of course. 'Cause motive
isn't important to you.

Just the fact that she was the
one wielding the knife, right?

No. In this case,
motive is critical,

but she's clearly
keeping it to herself.

So we just give up and put her
away without knowing all the facts?

Is this getting testy?

You obviously have a very
low opinion of me, Dr. Sweets.

Let's just all take
a deep breath here.

I believe there are facts
we have overlooked...

that could give us her motive, whether
she chooses to tell it to us or not,

and I intend to find them.

Oh.

You got a little egg
on your face there.

[Brennan] Duval Price's
door was oak, two inches thick.

Do any of us believe that Jane Doe
could have broken down that door,

splintering the wood,
without harming herself?

And why would she target
a man who's twice her size?

Dr. Brennan.

Sorry.

I'm not as cold as everyone
assumes, Dr. Sweets.

Hey, we know that.

- Are we good now?
- [Laughs]

You said that Jane was
signing during your interrogation?

Yeah. Why? And the
interrogation was recorded?

- Of course. - [Sweets] Why?

[Sweets] Where's she going?

Stop. Run it back.

She's saying, "I need
to go to the bathroom."

Well, why are her
bathroom habits important?

They aren't, but
the way she signs is.

Can you determine the
rate at which she signs?

The words per
minute? Yeah. Sure.

Now run her signing on a loop.

Notice the height of her hands.

That forehead
level citation form...

indicates someone
from a rural area.

- This is like a dialect?
- It's exactly like a dialect.

This is why you wanted me to get the
videos from the linguistics department.

If we can match her dialect,
we can find out where she's from.

I can do a kinetic cross
scan with the videos.

Close, but doesn't quite match.

This is the one.

This is the closest.

The rural dialect from
southern Pennsylvania.

Oh, my God. Yes,
it's very exciting.

[Exhales] No, just... Hang on.

Ohh!

This isn't about the
dialect, is it? No. No.

Oh, my God. Are you in
labor? I mean, I can't be.

I have, like, another month.

I should tell Hodgins. No, no.
Hold on. He-He's working, and...

I'm... I'm fine now.

You know what? You-You
go tell Booth what we found.

Are you sure? Yeah. Absolutely.

Okay.

All right, kid, just let me finish
this reconstruction, and I'm all yours.

[Deep Breath]

Bones said the girl was
from southern Pennsylvania,

probably a small town.

What's that? Oh, that's the
paper from Jane Doe's pocket.

Angela reconstructed it.

Bus 122?

Well, the only bus, okay?

Bus 122 from southern
Pennsylvania to D.C., right?

From a small town called
Cross Roads, Pennsylvania.

Nice work, cher. Very squinty.

Plus, I got more. Turns out
that the paper is a receipt.

No store name? Just
what was purchased.

Is that code? Code? Come on.

That's "one-inch round-head
sheet metal screws."

That's "four-inch
course-thread wood screws."

I know my hardware. That
is from a hardware store.

Probably not a lot of hardware
stores in Cross Roads, Pennsylvania.

- Just one.
- I like it.

Hi. Can I help
you find anything?

Well, I hope so. F.B.I.
Special Agent Seeley Booth.

Hi. I'm Mike Shenfield. This is my
wife, Denise. Is there something wrong?

You know this girl?

[Gasps] Oh, my God. That's her.

That's Amy. That's our daughter.

Your daughter is 15 years old.

Why didn't you
report her missing?

We... She ran away before.

She always came back. We... We
just didn't know what to do anymore.

I don't understand. [Denise]
We couldn't handle her.

She would kick me and fight.

[Mike] We just thought
she was frustrated...

Being born deaf and all that.

Why didn't you get her any help?
There's always Social Services.

There were waiting lists. We
couldn't afford private help.

Are you sure it was Amy that
killed that man? Yeah, we're sure.

Guy by the name of
Duval Price. You know him?

Duval? No. We don't
know anyone in D.C.

We thought she would come back.

She always came back
and said she was sorry.

She always said she was sorry.

Where is she now?
Can we see her?

Yeah. Of course you can.

The door is way too thick for
someone Jane Doe's size to break open.

Arastoo said that she would have suffered
severe bruising and broken bones...

Neither of which were
evident. So Dr. B. was right.

She usually is. Well, that
explains the fibers that I found...

from the splinters on the door.

None of them matches
what Jane Doe was wearing.

She didn't break down the door.

Maybe the door was already
broken or broken afterward.

How can you tell when a
door was smashed open?

I don't know. There's gotta
be a way though, right?

I'm really impressed that
you are staying focused...

with everything that's
happening with you and Angela.

People have kids all the time.

No, I meant what happened today.

What?

- What happened today?
- Nothing.

Just a little contraction.

Dr. Brennan told
me. I assumed you...

knew.

What happened today? Huh? What?

Cam said you had some
contractions. Oh, nice.

I-I-I told everyone
not to worry you.

They were just Braxton
Hicks contractions.

I'm... I'm fine.

You can count on me, okay? We
both went through the birthing classes.

- I can handle it.
- I know. I know. I...

You sure you're okay?

[Chuckles] Yeah. Yeah.

I mean, other than feeling like
the Hindenburg, I'm... I'm peachy.

But you're gonna
tell me next time,

'cause I don't wanna hear
secondhand that your water broke.

Promise. Yeah.

Water. That's it.

What?

Water. Humidity.

Honey, now I'm feeling left out.

The moisture content in the
splintered wood from the door...

would increase as it's exposed
to the humidity in the air.

Obviously that's, um...
That's a really good thing.

I should be able to establish
baseline moisture content in the door...

and compare it to the current content to
determine when the door was smashed in.

Babe, you're a genius. Okay.

And if you need me, just yell.

Cam, I got it! The
moisture content!

You wanted to see me?
This X-ray... look at it.

Am I looking for
anything in particular?

If you look for
something in particular,

you run the risk of missing
something you weren't looking for.

- Right. I just thought...
- You're wasting time,
Mr. Vaziri.

This case is becoming
personal to you, isn't it?

Becoming?

You normally put a premium on keeping your
distance, but in this case you've been...

Objectivity allows us to
make unclouded assessments.

I'm sorry if you think
that means I don't care.

I didn't mean that.
Of course you did.

I assure you if I knew how
to convey how I feel, I would.

It seems to make other
people's lives much easier.

Look at her distal humerus.

Is that a thickening
in the bone?

Yes. It reveals a remodeled
subacute metaphyseal fracture.

A bucket-handle injury.

One of the signs of child abuse.

[Brennan] I need a
full set of X-rays, Amy.

But in order to get them, I
need you to cooperate this time.

I know what you've been through.

I know you've been abused.

It was clear in the
X-ray of your arm.

[Meacham] No
one will believe me.

Nobody ever believed me.

I know how it feels
not to trust anyone.

People lie.

But bones always tell the truth.

Your X-rays will tell us
exactly what happened to you.

No one can dispute that.

No one can say you're lying.

[Saroyan] So it's true?

It's worse than you can imagine.

Extensive remodeled
rib fractures,

subperiosteal new
bone formations...

to both her femurs
and her left humerus,

linear skull fractures, all with
different levels of remodeling.

This girl was used
as a punching bag.

We're talking about
years of systematic abuse.

It's no wonder
she didn't trust us.

And why she didn't want
us to contact her parents.

- [Brennan] Where's Caroline?
- It takes time to get
a court order, okay, Bones?

According to the injuries, they started
beating her when she was about three.

No wonder she ran away from home.
Look at this guy. He's getting impatient.

They can't see her, Booth. Look,
don't worry. I'll handle it. They're not...

- Excuse me. What's the problem? We wanna see our daughter.
- [Booth] No problem.

Why? Are you worried about what she might
say if you don't get to her soon enough?

What? Who's this?
This here is my partner.

Dr. Temperance Brennan
from the Jeffersonian.

[Booth] Let's go have a cup of
coffee. Here are your X-rays back.

Mr. Shenfield, this
is a court order...

preventing you and your
wife from seeing Amy.

What? I'm Grace Meacham,

your daughter's guardian,
from Child Protective Services.

A guardian? Amy
doesn't need a guardian.

You've been beating her
since she was a little girl.

- My God. We never even touched her.
- She's lying. She lies.

- No. These don't lie.
- They certainly
convinced a judge.

What did you use here, a
bat or maybe a broom handle?

What about this
one, just your fists?

- I'm getting a lawyer.
- That's probably the best thing
you can do right now.

Why did you do it?
Because she couldn't hear?

She had Waardenburg
syndrome. You had to know that.

It's right here in the X-rays.

All right, Bones, it's over.
They can't touch her now.

No. You can't do
this. Actually, we can.

It's one of the good things we can
do. Can you get them out of here?

She was born with Waardenburg
syndrome. It's genetic.

One of her parents has to have
it. Why didn't they understand?

Look, not all parents
deserve kids, all right?

Wait.

Oh, my God. What?

God, what? Now what? Bones.

What the hell are you
doing? Get your hands off...

Get off! [Booth]
Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Don't touch her.

Booth, they don't have
dystopia canthorum...

or high nasal roots.

- Is that good or bad?
- They aren't Amy's parents.

Amy is not their daughter.

This is the copy of the birth
certificate you were using. It's fake.

Amy is ours. Don't
say anything, Denise.

Dr. Brennan has determined
that the abuse started at age three,

which means she
was safe until then.

How did she wind
up living with you?

Who's Duval Price?

He's not just some
random person.

Come on. We're gonna find out.

- What, did you pimp her out?
- No. We would never do
something like that.

Whatever happened to
that guy, it was her doing.

She ran away. She killed him
for his money. She was troubled.

We tried everything.
We loved her.

Loved her? Loved
her by beating her?

Agent Booth,
please. I understand.

- You understand what, Sweets?
- Amy is disabled. They
devoted their lives to her.

Every now and then you lost
your patience. It happens, right?

- What are you, crazy?
- They fed her and clothed her. They even taught her to sign.

- Sweets...
- He's right. We were good to her.

- Denise, you need to shut up.
- Why? We just wanted her
to mind.

She would never have a
normal life if she didn't mind.

- And that was her fault?
- They tried, Agent Booth.

They tried.

I know that.

And I'm sure now you don't
want anything to happen to Amy.

- Of course not.
- Denise...

Her life could be ruined
if you don't help us.

Just tell us what happened. I
mean, you said you loved her.

- I do.
- I said shut up!

[Yells]

[Denise Crying]

Mr. Vaziri found a nick on
the inside of the manubrium.

It seems likely that the weapon went
through the fourth intercostal spaces...

and penetrated so deeply that it
nicked the inside of his manubrium.

But if he was stabbed in the
back, that mark makes no sense.

It's too high.

Her bloody fingerprints
clearly show...

that she was holding
the knife this way.

Holding it like this?

There's no way she could have
made the nick on the manubrium.

Unless she did not
sneak up behind him.

Okay, I still don't understand.
They were face-to-face.

Duval Price knocks her down.

He landed on top of her.

Mr. Vaziri.

- This is very awkward.
- Mr. Vaziri,
this is part of your job.

- Then I would like to quit
this part of the job.
- Don't move.

All right, she
stabbed him like this.

- So it wasn't murder?
- No.

Amy was just trying
to defend herself.

Can I get up now?

Yes. Of course.

The door to his apartment was
made of painted, kiln-dried oak...

which contained 9.4% moisture.

Now, on the night
Duval Price was killed,

it was 65 degrees with
an 86% relative humidity.

It was just about to rain.

So, when the door broke,
the splinters swelled...

Kind of like my
pregnant feet. That's right.

The moisture in the exposed
wood, right? It was 37.4%,

meaning that the splinters had
been exposed to the humidity...

since about 2:00 a.m.

Well, Cam put Price's time
of death at about midnight.

Which means that the
door was broken open...

almost two hours after
Duval Price was killed.

So someone else knocked it down,

saw Price dead and
just left him there.

Yeah. My guess... someone that
knew Amy was being held there.

Lucky for us, he left behind
fibers from a PriceCo flannel shirt.

No way. My genius.

Ohh! Oh! Oh, God.

Oh, don't worry. It's
nothing. It's nothing. Ohh!

Okay, that is
definitely something.

Oh, my God. Oh, God! Okay.

Baby! Oh, okay. Baby!
Okay, okay. Baby!

According to the birthing class,

that is so not how you're
supposed to react right now.

Right. Right. Uh, I
should... I should...

- Get the car!
- Get the car. Okay.

I'm gonna get the car. Yeah.

Yeah. Good idea.
Keys. Oh, I need keys.

Where are my keys?
Where the hell are my keys?

Don't look at me like that, babe.
I know what I'm doing, okay?

I'm gonna... I'm
gonna get the keys.

I'm totally and completely calm.
Where the hell are my keys?

Oh, wow. Men are
so not made for this.

Honey, the keys, hon.
Do you have 'em, babe?

Do you have keys?
Okay, I'm gonna find them.

So, where are we?

The forensic techs, they
went through Price's apartment.

Right by the phone, guess what they
found... a notepad that says 122 and 11:55.

That's the number of the bus she
took and the time it arrived in D.C.

So I check his phone records.
Guess who called him...

an hour after he left
Cross Roads, PA.

Mike Shenfield. That's right.

I hope he squirms. I
like it when they squirm.

[Brennan] We know what happened,
Amy. You couldn't bear it anymore.

No one believed you,

so you ran away.

[Booth] We found this
photo in Price's apartment.

You actually saw
Amy take a bus to D.C.,

and you couldn't risk her telling
anybody what you did to her.

So you called your friend.

[Brennan] Duval Price followed
you when you got off the bus.

He grabbed you and he took
you back to his apartment.

He said that your father was
going to come and get you.

He was going to tie me up.

He was going to hit me.

You got there as soon as you
could, but there was no answer.

So what do you do?
You break down his door.

When you realized what happened,

you left your friend lying in the
pool of his own blood, and you ran.

We have fibers we can
match to your clothes.

This wasn't Amy's fault.
You had him kidnap her.

I tried to get away.

I took the knife off the
counter just to scare him.

He grabbed me, and we fell.

He raised his hand to hit me.

He was going to hit me.

You were protecting
yourself, Amy.

[Meacham] But I killed a man.

But I killed a man.

Sorry.

It's your fault that
Duval Price is dead.

I'll tell you what.
You know what?

You can still do
something decent here.

You tell me where
you took Amy from.

Fine.

The only satisfaction I get is knowing
what happens to people in prison...

who abuse kids.

[Sighs]

They aren't your parents, Amy.

We believe you were kidnapped
when you were about three.

Before you were with
them, no one hurt you.

[Meacham] So, who am I?

I don't know.

But I will find out.

We will find out... together.

The Missing Persons
Database can't be much help...

if we don't know where
you were born or grew up.

I don't know. I don't
remember anything before them.

Yeah, it's tough.
I know. I know.

Especially since you've
had so many difficult years.

It took me a long time to be able
to remember when I was young...

because I didn't trust
the happy memories.

I couldn't believe them.

Not with the life I was
living in foster homes.

How did you remember?

Some images just...
wouldn't go away.

I would close my eyes at
night and I'd see a woman,

um, my mother,

with me in her lap.

We were having a
picnic on the beach.

She was cutting me a big
piece of chocolate cake,

and we were laughing.

Uh, remembering
moments like those...

can make a difficult
situation worse...

if you think you can never
be happy like that again.

But if you see a chance,

give yourself hope.

You can allow yourself to believe
that those moments are real.

[Meacham] A bunny. I
remember a little stuffed bunny.

I slept with it all the time.

Okay. Uh, anything else?

Do you remember where
you played, what it looked like?

A tree? If we can
locate where you lived...

[Meacham] I don't
remember anything else.

Just my bunny. That's all.

This might seem
like a strange request,

but I would like permission to have
one of your wisdom teeth pulled.

When you were an infant,

your permanent teeth were
developing deep in your jawbone,

accumulating specific isotopes
from the environment where you lived.

Her tooth can tell you
where she grew up?

Absolutely.

Yeah! [Meacham] Yes.

- Yeah!
- Thank you. Yes.

[Amy] Yeah.

♪♪ [Pop Ballad]

♪♪ [Woman Vocalizing]

♪ Unknown ♪

♪ Talk to unknown ♪

♪ Ever ♪

♪ Lasts forever ♪

♪ Still it's a sharp shock ♪

♪ To your soft side ♪

♪ Summer moon ♪

♪ Catch your shut-eye ♪

♪ In your room ♪

♪ In my room ♪

♪ In your room ♪

♪ In my room ♪

♪♪ [Vocalizing]

♪♪ [Vocalizing Continues]
[No Audible Dialogue]

Okay. Okay, thanks for letting
us know. Bye. [Cell Phone Beeps]

They located Amy's real parents.
They're on a plane out here right now.

Oh, that's fantastic. Yeah.

God, I'm so embarrassed.

Did you see the way they
looked at me at the hospital?

They were looking
at me. I was crazy.

- Yeah, you did
flip out a little.
- Oh, my God.

I'm telling you, this is why
nature invented false labor.

Parents need a dry run.

So next time you're not gonna
tell the nurse to boil water then.

I can't believe I said that. I've
clearly watched too many westerns.

No, next time... Next
time, I will be fine.

I'll be your rock.

I brought this on
myself. I just can't wait.

Neither can I.

Come on. Let's get
something to eat.

[Sighs]

Babe, I am so big I
could apply for statehood.

I don't think I can get out
of here. Well, I'll help you.

Well, can't we get a bigger car?

- This is a classic.
- There are big classics,
you know.

- Look at me.
- Anything you want.

Maybe I'll just stay in here until I
actually go into labor. Come on.

Put your arm around my neck.

Come on. Ready? Yeah.

One, two, three.

Oh, my God. You are so...

Beautiful.

[Chuckles] Nice save.

You're unbelievable.
You really are.

Her real name is Samantha.

They look so happy.

[Booth] Yeah.

[Meacham] Do I look
nice? Will they like me?

You look beautiful.

[Man] Excuse me.

We're the Winslows.

Oh, my God. [Laughs]

Hi. Samantha.

We never gave up, sweetheart.

Do you remember?

[Brennan] By the
way, I think you're right.

We should get a stuffed animal
for Angela and Hodgins's baby.

A bunny.

[Laughs] A stuffed
bunny would be nice.

Right?

I heard you slugged
Mike Shenfield.

That must have been very
satisfying. He certainly deserved it.

Yeah, maybe, but...

I lost control.

Lost control, and I don't
take any pride in that.

He kidnapped and abused
her. It doesn't matter, Bones.

Okay. I didn't
mean to upset you.

I just...

You know, when I
grew up, I had a father...

[Sighs] Never mind.

He... He hit you. I know.

But it's not the same, Booth.

I... I gotta do
better, you know.

I... I have a son of my own.

And, look, I just...

I don't want him to ever
see that side of me, ever.

Your son is very lucky, Booth.

You have to know that.

Yeah.

But I just... I want it to be
about more than luck. That's all.

What's that mean?

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