Bones (2005–2017): Season 6, Episode 8 - The Twisted Bones in the Melted Truck - full transcript

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My editor wants me to tie my story...

of inner-city crime in D.C.
with federal cutbacks...



to law enforcement.

Ah, all right. Gotta love that, huh?
More money for us.

Tell you what. Maybe the Bureau
can get me a computer
that doesn't run on coal.

I'm gonna ambush Senator Janko today.

He chairs a committee.

You go like that, he'll tell you
anything you wanna know.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry.

Don't worry about it. It's okay.

I told you I'm not very good with kids.

Nah, you're great with everybody.

And I tell you what.
Parker can't wait to meet you.

- Really?
- Yeah, really.

I'd feel more comfortable
if he was a crooked senator.



I know how to deal with that.

Oh, work.

Booth.

Oh, yeah. Okay. On my way.

Okay. Gotta go. Got a case.

Hey, hey. Don't worry about that, all right?

Call came in at 6:00 a.m.
Passing motorist called 911.

Said she saw a ball of fire
on the side of the road.

- Where's the point of ignition?
- There is none.

Well, as an arson investigator,
you should know that
every fire has a point of ignition.

Not if it was hit by an asteroid.

Even an asteroid with a diameter
as small as five meters...

would leave a-a huge crater.

Th-There's no crater.

- Is she serious?
- Always.

Bones, that was a joke.
The whole asteroid thing was a joke.

Oh!

That's amusing because
it's such an absurd theory. Good one.

Check this out, Bones.
VIN plate. Digits are missing.

- I'll give it to Angela,
see what she can do.

This white powder-
I assume it's residue from fire retardant...

used to control the blaze.

Although, it could be the remnants
of a highly localized blizzard.

The- The likelihood of a blizzard...

is even more remote
than an asteroid hitting here.

Do you get it?

It's not retardant.

By the time the firefighters
arrived on scene,
the blaze had burned itself out.

Then I'll need to bag the powder
for Hodgins to analyze.

Oh.

Wow. This is a first. Melted bones.

No. Not possible. Bones don't melt.

You know, usually I defer
all things bones to you...

but, you know,
I've cooked with a lot of cheese.

That is melted.

Whoa! Look at that.

You're excited about the decedent,
Dr. Hodgins?

Sure. They said
the dude melted into the truck.

Uh, at this point, we haven't
been able to determine gender.

And bones don't melt, Dr. Hodgins.

The melting process represents
a change of state from a solid to a liquid.

An impossibility with bones.

I know.
But they sure appear to be melted.

But how?
I haven't seen a fire hot enough to do this.

Found at the scene.
A light dusting over most of the wreckage.

It could give us cause of death.

I think I found that.

Oh.

- Bullet.
- We presume the victim died in a fire.

- But he was shot in the chest.
- And melted.

Sorry.
But I don't know any other word for it.

I can do this.

It was my idea to remove the bones
with liquid nitrogen.

And the F.B.I. is giving me
the psych evaluation...

so I can get security clearance
to work unsupervised.

But you don't have that clearance yet...

and this is very expensive equipment...

which I am responsible for.

You just think it's cool.

Maybe.

Careful not to saturate
any particular section.

Too much nitric oxide
can cause the bones to fracture.

I know, Ms. Wick.

Is the psych evaluation intimidating?

I mean, was it difficult for you to pass it?

Perhaps you could focus on how
we're going to identify the victim.

There's no flesh,
so that rules out fingerprints.

And since the skull appears melted...

we can discount facial reconstruction
and dental comparisons.

Maybe I could think a little clearer...

if I was using the equipment.

Please? I already have the gear on.

Okay, just once.

But be careful!

Since you've become a mom,
you're a lot less trusting.

So, I've been working on the VIN number.

Oh. Good, I hope.

Yeah. Well, I etched it
with hydrochloric acid...

cupric chloride and distilled water.

Yada yada yada. Okay. Say something
that's gonna make me happy.

A little happy, a little sad.

I was able to restore the last four digits,
but that's it.

Well, based on the truck's rear axle...

it was a, uh, nine-inch
Dana Spicer model-

American-made pickup from '94 to '02.

- Yada yada.
- Well, with your four numbers...

I should be able
to get a match from the D.M.V.
Thanks for making me happy.

You got it.

- Do you ever knock?
- I got a message you wanted to see me.

Yeah, actually. Have a seat.

I need your professional opinion
on a personal matter.

This is a rare moment.

- Is it about Dr. Brennan and Hannah?
- No. Sorry to disappoint.

Okay. Sorry. Shouldn't have
jumped the gun. Go ahead.

It's about Parker.
Parker doesn't like Hannah.

- Oh.
- Yeah, right?

I understand your concern.
When did they meet?

No, they haven't.

He stays with me on the weekends
when she's not around.

He knows that we're dating.
So last weekend, at breakfast...

I ask him
if he wants some chocolate milk.

And he looks at me. He goes,
"Daddy, I hate your new girlfriend."

- Did you ask him why?
- No, I didn't. It was awkward.

He went back to watching cartoons.

The point is,
they have to meet sometime, right?

Well, yeah, if your relationship
with Hannah is serious, then-

- It is serious.
- I wasn't questioning that.

- It sounded like you were.
- No, I wasn't.

- Well, it's serious.
- Then they have to meet.

Parker could be angry
because he senses
how much Hannah means to you...

and feels that
you don't want him to meet her.

But I do.

I just want it to be right.
I want it to be a perfect time.

Right. Do you think there is such a thing?

Enough with the questions, all right?

Just earn your coin
and tell me what to do.

Accept that you're entering a situation
where the outcome is uncertain.

The only thing certain
is your love for your son...

and his trust in you.

If you trust him as much,
and trust Hannah, then-

It might take a little time,
but I think the three of you should be fine.

Fine.

If you're wrong about this, you're paying.

That white powder
is magnesium oxide, isn't it?

Yeah. How did you know?

As you saw, the victim's bones appear
to have melted, which is not possible.

- Right. Because bones don't melt.
- Bones don't melt.

Exactly.
But magnesium burns hot and fast.

If the bones were exposed
to a magnesium fire...

which burned
between 15 and 45 minutes...

at a temperature of 500 degrees Celsius-

The biogenic composition
and structure of the bone mineral...

would have crystallized...

and the bones would appear
as if they had melted.

Yes.

Although I thought of it first...

if anyone from the F.B.I. should ask.

Really?

But for magnesium to ignite,
it needs to be wet first.

So, last night, when
the mass spec identified magnesium...

I checked the meteorological charts.

A light rain fell last night
in the vicinity where the body was found.

And I believe I thought of that first.

But then, I am king of the lab.

And you- you are my serf.

- What the-
- F.B.I.

- Looking for Jesse Wilson.
- Jesse's in the back.

Any chance
those are magnesium scraps?

Yeah, we use cast magnesium discs
in the wheels. Why?

I don't know. Just got a thing
for magnesium. That's all.

- Jesse Wilson.
- Yeah.

- F.B.I. Agent Booth.
- Can I help you?

- Yeah. You missin' a truck, Jesse?
- Nope.

We found a burnt truck
registered to your company's name...

with a dead body in the driver's seat
with a bullet in his chest.

Was the truck hauling magnesium?

And if it was?

Then the driver was George Lyford...

an employee-
didn't show up this morning.

- He's dead?
- As dead as dead could be.

Poor bastard
was having money problems.

So I gave him those mag scraps
so he could make a few extra bucks
at the recycling plant.

Magnesium. That's expensive stuff.

You just gave it to him just like that
'cause you're a nice guy?

Yeah, we've been friends
since high school.

Never done anything for a friend in need?

That tattoo you have on your
inside forearm- is that military?

Yeah. Patton's Third Army.

My granddaddy killed
a bunch of Nazis in World War II.

- He was a real hero.
- Right.

Teach you how to fire a gun?

Your friend George there-
he was killed by a nine-millimeter slug.

I checked the registry, and you own
a German Luger nine-millimeter.

They used those guns
in World War II, right?

- I don't like your implication.
- I can only imagine.

I mean, you see your old friend
stealing your magnesium
and loading it into your truck.

- You follow him and-
- I gave him those scraps 'cause
his wife was raggin' on him...

to bring in more money.

You can either arrest me,
or you get the hell out of my shop.

Right.

I was looking at the bullet trauma again.

Our initial presumption was not correct.

The bullet was not cause of death.

Your evidence, Ms. Wick?

Well, on the X-ray...

it appeared the bullet was embedded
quite deeply into the sternum.

But after my excellent observation...

that magnesium caused
the bones to crystallize...

and thus only appear to be melted...

I reexamined the point of entry.

The bullet only penetrated
a few millimeters.

Not enough to cause death
or even incapacitation.

So the bone warped
around the bullet because of
the extreme heat of the magnesium fire.

- Very good.
- I know.

You'll put in a good word for me with
the F.B.I., won't you? For my clearance?

It's a psych evaluation.
I'm of no value when it comes to that.

That's true.

So, if the bullet didn't kill him,
how did it get there?

Perhaps it was shot
from a great distance...

so the impact wasn't sufficient to be fatal.

Booth talked to the owner of the truck-
Jesse Wilson.

Wilson I.D.'d the victim as George Lyford.

We'll get Lyford's medical records
and confirm.

Wilson claims the victim had been
fighting with his wife about money.

One week ago, the wife took out
an insurance policy on George's life.

Oh, my God.
The wife totally torched him.

I was just trying to go with my gut.
It's an F.B.I. thing.

That's Kathy Lyford, the victim's wife.

She has detention duty
for another hour or so.

I was once placed in detention
for calling my science teacher a fool.

- You can't do that, Bones.
- Booth, he was trying to teach
quantum mechanics...

without even a rudimentary understanding
of Planck's constant.

What would you have called him?

You have every right.
I didn't know the details. I'm sorry.

F.B.I. I need to talk to you for one second.

Oh! Do you see that kid
right there in the red hat?

I saw him at the chopper shop.
When I talk to Kathy out here,
you go in there and talk to him.

No. Teenagers are dull-witted
and very difficult to talk to.

Sorry, Bones, but you're all I got.

Okay.
I can't go in there and question him.
I'd need a parent or an advocate.

But you're not law enforcement, so
you can ask him anything that you want.

- Can I help you guys?
- Yeah, F.B.I.

We just have to ask you a few questions
if you don't mind.

Of course.

Okay.

- You the sub?
- No.

I'm a forensic anthropologist.

And, for the record,
I'm totally against detention
as a form of juvenile punishment.

Yeah. If I wanna smoke,
it's none of Big Brother's business.

Oh, your big brother attends this school?

I'm talking about the teachers.
We have rights. I take
American History, so I know.

They try to control everything we do.

You know,
like we're still kids or something.

You are certainly not kids.
You've probably been menstruating
for several years.

In many primitive cultures,
you'd be responsible
for children of your own by now.

Hmm. You're cool.

- Uh, I am?
- Yeah. Maybe you can
help get me out of here.

I don't know why
I'm here in the first place.

- You cheated on the chem test.
- I'm from a broken home.

That's gotta count for something.

- Well, what about you, sir?
- Why are you here?

- Randy doesn't talk much.
- The dude downloaded porn
on the library computer.

You're a little horn dog, aren't you?

You know, I have a better way
to make you unzip your pants.

Damn it, Amber!

As adolescents,
your decision-making process...

is compromised by hormonal changes.

You can hardly be held
accountable for your behavior.

You work repairing motorcycles,
don't you?

Told you he didn't like to talk.

- Are you sure it's George?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

All right. Okay. I gotta go.

I- I should call his parents.

Kathy, uh, last week...

you took out a real expensive
life insurance policy on your husband.

So?

I think you know
what I'm suggesting here.

Wait. That- That-
That policy was George's idea.

Okay, we've been trying to have a baby...

and, if something happened to him,
he wanted to make sure
that we were okay.

Your husband
didn't come home last night.
You don't find that odd?

I was on a field trip with
my students in Mount Vernon.

I-I-I wasn't even gonna see him
until tonight.

I see.

I had no reason
to believe he was missing.

Okay, I love my husband. I will- I will
do anything to help your investigation.

Good. I'd like you to come along with me
for further questioning.

Fine.

I extracted the bullet
from the victim's sternum.

- I assumed he was shot.
- Logical assumption.

But there are no striations on it.

Which means it wasn't fired from a gun.

So how would it have wound up
embedded in his chest?

Are you suggesting
I conduct an experiment?

My idea.
So you have to let me help, right?

Your Highness?

Hey.

I hope the frame's okay.

Look at that. That's great.

You two look so much alike.

And the world is better for it.

Hannah, I want you to meet him.

- You sure?
- You don't wanna meet him?

Of course.

- But-
- What?

When I told you I wasn't very good
with kids, that's true.

I don't want to mess anything up
between you and your son.

Look, I love you, all right?
He's gonna love you too.

And don't think of him as a kid.
Just think of him as a short guy who-

who's not allowed to drink.

- What if he hates me?
- Mmm, that's impossible.

Look, I already told that Booth
guy that George and I were in debt.

Why do I have to
keep going through this?

Well, the F.B.I. feels that I could provide
a different perspective.

You're a shrink.
You guys make things up.

I-I- I don't have to say anything,
you know.

I know, but cooperating
would certainly help your situation.

So, you and your husband-
y-you fought over money?

Like any couple, sure.

These are, uh,
credit card statements from the past year.

I see you liked buying things
off infomercials.

Well, you can get good deals on TV
because they buy in bulk.

Gotcha.

You also like online auctions.

Oh. I see you bought
Star Wars trading cards.

Yeah. Growing up, me and my brothers
were all fans of the Force.

I understand. I'm a Star Warrior myself.

"Don't you call me
a mindless philosopher,
you overweight glob of grease."

- Excuse me?
- C-3PO. Sounded just like him.

From Star Wars? It's, like,
the most quoted line in the movie.

Yeah. Of course.

Can you explain to me
why you spent $500...

on a Jedi Knight trading card
with a red border...

when its value is less than a dollar?

I don't know.
I guess I made a mistake.

What about the, uh,
Clone Wars card you bought last month?

Again, you spent $500,
but you could probably find it
right now online for 50 cents.

Look, when I get stressed, I shop.

You don't have to make it into a big deal.

I'm not making this into anything it's not.

I assure you.

Okay.

So, Hannah's
gonna meet Parker tomorrow.

- You don't sound happy about that.
- No, I am. It's gonna be great.

It's gonna be really good.
I just- I'm a little worried. Yeah.

Because your loyalty lies with Parker.

And if he doesn't accept Hannah,
you may lose the woman you love.

- It's not that simple, Bones.
- I suppose not.

You could send him off
to boarding school.

That's what the English
have done for many generations.

- I'm not sending him to boarding school.
- Then I wouldn't worry.

- No?
- It won't do you any good.

If your relationship falls apart,
worrying won't salvage it.

- Oh, thanks, Bones.
- Of course.

Kathy Lyford spent thousands of dollars
buying Star Wars trading cards online.

So? I had an aunt who spent every
last dime on old-fashioned cookie jars.

What's this have to do with our case?

There are hundreds of online merchants
that sell Star Wars trading cards.

Kathy bought all of her cards
from the same person
at grossly inflated prices.

So you're thinking that
she was somehow laundering money
through that online merchant?

So she was paying inflated prices
for relatively worthless merchandise.

Yeah, that's exactly what I'm thinking.

Kathy bought all of her cards
from a seller named, uh, Vader649.

I'll tell you what. I'll get a subpoena
for the identity of this Vader649.

Good work, Sweets.

Yeah, it was, wasn't it?

Job well done.

Well, you know.

Nine-millimeter bullet
is on the magnesium.

Now we could see if the fire
would be enough to set it off.

Proving that he was shot by ammunition
that was stored in the car.

Yeah, which would explain
the lack of striations.

A simple yet elegant thesis.

Now, the mist simulates a light rain.

Because water is needed
to ignite the magnesium.

And although the magnesium can be
ignited by heat from the rising sun...

I'll use these burners
to save us some time.

Here. Given the fluorescence
spectrometry of magnesium,
you're gonna need those.

All right.

Any second now.

Let's crank these suckers up.

Ow!

Oh! Oh, are you okay?

- You shot me!
- Well, technically, no.

The bullet is in the backstop.

You were struck by the bullet casing...

because we failed to account
for Newton's third law of motion.

For every action, there's-

An equal and opposite reaction. I know.

Now can you please
go get me a first aid kit?

Oh, yes! Of course.

Dr. Hodgins, our experiment
was a success, wasn't it?

Ow! Go!

Paul, we know that you're Vader649.

So? Is there a law against
using that screen name?

I'm actually more interested
in the fact that you were suspended
for fighting, bullying.

As his advocate,
I have to object, Dr. Sweets.

Okay. I assure you that I am as
concerned with Paul's welfare as you are.

If he's in trouble, he needs help.

I didn't do anything wrong.

You've been selling Star Wars cards
to your teacher, haven't you?

Yeah. Capitalism is king, right?

Well, she's been paying you
a lot more than they were worth.

A lot more.

Over $3,000 on worthless cards.

Miss Lyford was paying you
for something else, wasn't she?

- Don't answer that.
- If he can offer an explanation,
it could help him.

'Cause right now, the F.B.I. thinks...

that Miss Lyford
paid you to kill her husband.

Paul, not another word.

You were paying Paul Linoto
$500 a month for worthless trading cards.

I don't want to make this more than it is...

but it looks pretty bad
without any help from me.

Okay, look. I admit that
I was paying him for something.

I couldn't afford the cash,
and it was a way to charge it.

The F.B.I. thinks that you were charging
$500 a month on your credit card...

as payment for Paul
to murder your husband...

so you could get a nice payout
from his life insurance policy.

God, no. I wouldn't do that. No.

No? Okay.
Why were you paying him?

I was having an affair. Okay?

Paul caught us together,
and he was blackmailing me.

He said I had to pay him $500 a month,
or he was gonna tell my husband.

It's amazing how complicated
deceitful relationships can get, isn't it?

I'll need to know
who you were sleeping with.

Is that really necessary?
I mean, it's just gonna hurt more people.

If you didn't murder your husband,
yeah, it's very necessary.

He's one of my students.

His name is Randy Siminoff.

George got him a job
working at Jesse's chopper shop.

He's a student. How old is he?

Seventeen.

Look, I know... it was stupid.

Are you gonna file charges against me?

That's up to the D.A.

I loved my husband, Dr. Sweets.

Me and Randy- it just sort of happened.

But I am a good teacher.

No. No, actually you're not.

- Does Randy love you?
- I don't know. I don't-

He's young, Mrs. Lyford.

Too young to deal with
the situation you put him in.

You know, it's possible he thought
if he killed your husband...

you two could be together
more permanently.

God. I-

Yeah.

You're really not a good teacher at all.

Yeah?

Hi, Lance.

I thought you were my 3:00.
I have a patient coming.

I'll be quick.

I'm having my psych evaluation later.

I know. I normally do them,
but I recused myself.

- Because we still have feelings?
- Yes.

- That's nice.
- I know.

The feelings, not the recusing.

It's only ethical for me to recuse myself.

No. It's hurtful too.

What are you driving at, Miss Daisy?

- What's on the test, Lance?
- No, I can't tell you that.

But you know I'm brilliant at my job.

And you know that people have
a tendency to misjudge me.

- Yeah.
- Because they don't know me like you do.

And it wouldn't be fair for me to lose
my security clearance because of that.

Lancelot doesn't want Miss Daisy...

to lose the job she loves, does he?

No. Of course not.

But, you know, it wouldn't
be ethical for me to help you.

- Okay.
- Okay?

I'll probably find another job.

Oh.

Somewhere.

- Probably.
- No.

Okay, we can discuss the test,
but I'm not gonna give you the answers.

Oh, Lancelot!

Oh, so thank you.

Okay. That'll be it for today. I, uh-
I will schedule our next appointment soon.

Yes, Doctor. Thank you, Doctor.

You're welcome, patient.

So, Agent Coors, I hope, uh...

the books I gave you
on multiple personality disorder helped.

Okay.

So after I scanned in all the bones,
I remembered Girolamo Cardano.

The 16th-century Italian
mathematician and anatomist?

Yeah. That's the guy.

He developed a series of mathematical
equations to describe the skeletal system.

So programming the equations
into the computer...

I was able to reconstruct
the skeletal system...

the same way a forensic architect
could reconstruct a collapsed building.

- You straightened out the bones?
- I sure did.

Check this out.

Amazing.

Now, there are marks
on the victim's ilium.

I don't believe an injury
at that location would be fatal.

But a nicked mandible could be.

Especially if the carotid was transected.

- The victim would've bled out.
- And we'd have cause of death.

Based on the wound track, which narrows
to a point, we're looking at a knife.

- So he was stabbed?
- Daisy will need to find
the actual warped bone...

so she can swab the wound for trace
from the murder weapon.

No problem.

That's the one.

Wait. Oh- Okay.

So, uh- Hey, Hannah here
was in a real live camel race.

- Why don't you tell him all about it.
- I almost won.

But the camel stopped
right before the finish line.

He decided to take a nap,
right there, on the race track.

- That's funny, isn't it?
- Can I go shoot some baskets?

No, you can't shoot some baskets
right now. Listen, hey.

Tell her about, uh, your science fair
at school. He came in second.

- Do I have to?
- Yeah. Tell her about
the volcano you made.

- It was so cool! We-We built-
- Seeley, can I talk to you for a sec?

Yeah.

This isn't working.

- Just give him a minute.
He just needs time to warm up.
- Give me a few minutes- alone.

I'm taking your advice.
He's just a short guy who can't drink.

- Look, I didn't want this to be-
- I'm a journalist.

I've cracked tougher nuts than Parker.

- Right.
- Okay.

Tell you what.
I gotta go get my phone in the car, okay?

Stay here with Hannah.

You don't know who I am,
so you don't trust me.

Maybe you hate me a little.

Or even a lot.

I might be trying to steal your dad.

Wouldn't it be better
if you knew for sure what was going on...

so you have a real reason to hate me?

So, here I am.

Just ask me anything you want,
anything at all.

- Were you really on a camel?
- Yes.

- Do you sleep with my dad?
- Yes.

- If you got married,
what would I have to call you?
- Hannah. That's my name.

- Would you have kids?
- No.

There are children already in this world
who need good homes.

If I decided to have a child,
I'd adopt one of those kids.

- That's a good answer.
- I thought so too.

- Do you like dogs or cats?
- Dogs.

- Burgers or hot dogs?
- Both.

- What's your favorite ice cream?
- Chocolate.

I like strawberry.

Do you have any questions for me?

- What's your middle name?
- Matthew.

- Would you ever want to ride a camel?
- Sure. I'm a kid.

- What's your favorite TV show?
- Wizards of Waverly Place.

When the dad married the mom,
he had to give up his magical powers.

I would never give up
my magical powers for a girl.

I don't blame you.

Why didn't you win first place
in your science fair?

Because Ben Bradley cheated.
And his dad did his entire project for him.

He used a potato to turn on a lightbulb.

- Creep.
- Totally.

Can I see that?

How do I do that spinning thing?

- Oh.
- Wait. No.

- How's that?
- You have to spin it faster.

I-I didn't get Randy Siminoff
to talk before.

But now that I know that
he has a preference...

for more mature teacher types,
perhaps I can charm him.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. No, and no.

Y-You don't think
that I would appeal to him?

- What? No. Of course you would.
- Thank you.

- Yeah.
- Because I'm cool, you know.

The delinquents told me that.

A-And Parker said I was, too,
when I did the cannonball into the pool.

- Do you remember that?
- Yes, I do. I do.

You drenched my meatball sandwich.
How can I forget?

How did it go with Hannah
and Parker, by the way? Did they meet?

Yeah. Yeah. It- It was good.

I mean, I'm tellin' you,
she really is amazing with him.

Why wouldn't she be?
Everyone loves her.

Right? Yeah. I think it's gonna work out.

I'm glad.

- Th-The three of you can come over
and swim anytime you like.
- Okay.

I-I know how much Parker loves the pool.

Great, thanks.

So, how are we gonna get Randy to talk?

Ah. We might not have to yet.

Since there's no right to privacy
on campus...

we have the authority to look in his locker.

Maybe there's a journal
or some kind of note from Kathy.

Well, there's this.

Hey! Uh-huh. Hey.

All right, Bones,
let's call the child advocate.

She's got a new client.

Okay. The way it works is that
in these psychological tests...

- there are a number of crucial questions.
- Crucial, yes.

The rest hardly matter.
Now the computer...

looks at the questions to see
if any of the answers set off alarm bells.

Your abilities are so wide-ranging...

with your insights and applicable
real-world know-how.

Now I'm not gonna give you any of
the answers. We don't wanna cheat.

- No.
- Just forewarned is forearmed.

- Absolutely.
- Okay.

For example, if one of the questions were
to be, "What is your favorite color?"

Oh, anything in the 630 to 740
nanometer range.

- Which would be?
- Red.

Red is bad. What's good?

Cheating, Daisy.

Um, something in
the 520 to 570 nanometer range?

- That's green.
- Green. Okay, good. Green is good.

All right, next question.
What is your favorite number?

Either of Feigenbaum's constants.

Try to think of an actual recognizable
number between one and 10.

No, in that case the question should be,
"What's your favorite numeral?"

Two. Say "two."

- We're cheating now?
- Yeah.

"Are you in a committed
monogamous relationship?"

- Yes.
- Good.

That wasn't on the test, was it?

You just want to know if I'm faithful.

No. It was on the test. But I'm glad.

- You know why your name is Sweets?
- Why?

Because you're so sweet.

Aw.

- Are- Are you trying to cheat?
- It was a glance. That's all!

I- But next question.

Hold on.

Sorry. Agent Booth needs me.

Sure. I'll wait here
and look over the questions.

No. You don't need to. You'll be fine.

- But-
- Trust me, Miss Daisy.

You'll be fine.

Yeah, I was having sex with Mrs. Lyford,
but it was- it was no big deal.

While your peers might think
that having sex with an adult
is a kind of a victory...

it's still abusive, and the psychological
damage can be significant.

Dr. Sweets, where is this going?

As his child advocate,
I think you would know, Ms. Hanover.

Studies show that
as the relationship fails...

the student often
feels powerless and angry.

Look, Agent Booth
found a knife in your locker.

George Lyford was killed with a knife.

I brought it to school to pry open
a dude's locker and shove in a dead trout.

It was a prank.

He started it when
he put pepper spray in my gym shorts.

Okay. Okay, let's get back
to you and your teacher.

Now, you claim it was just sex.

- You had no deeper feelings for her?
- That's right.

But we have your cell phone records,
Randy.

You and Mrs. Lyford talked
an average of two hours a day
for the past three months.

That doesn't sound like just sex.

Okay. So I love her.

I mean, why is that so crazy?
She loves me too.

I could feel it.
But I didn't kill anyone.

I- I didn't have to.
She would've left him.

Randy, stop talking.

I understand that you're here
to protect him.

But we need to know
where Randy was two nights ago
when George Lyford was killed.

Home. Like every night.

All right. Was anyone home with you?

I live with my aunt. But she works nights.

She loves me.

Okay, I- I know that.

She would've left him.

I got the swab results back.
S.E.M. analysis...

says the murder weapon was
a knife made of carbon steel.

Which means it was forged prior to 1964.

But also it means that the knife
you found in Randy's locker
was not the murder weapon.

The knife that stabbed our victim
was laminated in silver.

Why would you laminate a blade in silver?
It's a soft metal.

That's right.
No one uses silver to laminate a blade...

unless it's the Damascus blade.

You said that with a great
dramatic flourish. Please continue.

Hitler had 30 Damascus blades
hand forged...

as presents for his top commanders.

Now those knives were
coveted by American G.I.'s.

Some of them were taken as souvenirs
by soldiers in Patton's Third Army.

The owner of the chopper shop
had a grandfather...

- who served in Patton's Third Army.
- Third Army.

Yeah, I know.

The murder weapon must've
belonged to Jesse Wilson.

What's this about?
I told you about George. I helped.

And I appreciate that.
Now maybe you can explain, uh...

why George Lyford
was killed with your knife.

Whoa. Slow down. You said George
was shot. He was stabbed to death?

Stabbed.
That's right. Patton's Third Army.

Grandfather brought back a knife
from Nazi Germany, didn't he?

Yeah. It was awesome.
But it was stolen from my shop.

That's pretty valuable to just, uh,
leave lying around here, huh?

Valuable? I didn't know.

I left it with the other stuff-
the helmets, medals, badges.

It's all gone now.
The Nazi stuff, a bunch of my tools...

and some chopper parts
were all jacked from my shop.

- When was that, yesterday?
- No. Six months ago.

I filed a police report.
I always suspected Randy's girlfriend...

- but I didn't have any proof.
- Randy had a girlfriend?

On again, off again. She's trouble.

After the stuff was jacked,
she didn't come around so much.

Hmm.

# You don't know #

# Hey #

# What you do to me #

# What you do to me #

# Now all I see #

# Yeah #

# Is new to me #

# New to me
Yeah #

# Just 'cause dollar bars #

# And Barrett Strong #

# Said you had #

# Done me wrong #

# But we'll see #

# We'll see #

# Yeah #

# What you do to me #

# What you do to me #

# Yeah ##

I've been approved.
I passed my psychological evaluation.

An absurd and useless requirement.

I agree.
But when seen through Lance's eyes...

psychology can be fascinating.

When asked what my favorite color was...

I responded, "Something in
the 520 to 570 nanometer range."

They were baffled. Fools.

I agree. But I'm glad I made the cut.
I can be working here forever now.

Then be useful.
I'm examining the right ilium...

which, due to demineralization...

is now located where we'd normally find
the ischial tuberosity.

Why are you examining the ilium?

Angela identified
some faint impressions on the bone.

They appear to be
a sequence of dash marks.

Upon further investigation...

I realized there is a second sequence
that converges with the first.

- You think those marks are probative?
- Not sure.

To the naked eye,
these marks appear to be random.

But if I extrapolate like so-

What could possibly
form this shape on the ilium?

- May I?
I'm authorized to work on my own now.
- Of course.

Dr, Brennan, it's a zipper!

An open zipper.
And the teeth are bent.

It's been ripped open.
I- I saw someone do this just yesterday.

Very good work, Ms. Wick.

Well, that's what happens when you have
the faith of the F.B.I. behind you.

Hi. I asked if I could
deliver your I.D. card myself.

Oh.

Congratulations.

I'll clean that up. Oh!

- Put it on.
- Okay.

What are we doing out here,
Agent Booth?

Amber said she would do anything
in order to cooperate
with the investigation.

So we thought we'd bring her here
to the crime scene
so she could explain some things.

- Explain what?
- We know it was you, Amber.

- We know you killed George Lyford.
- That's crazy.

We also know that you pawned some
stolen tools from Jesse's chopper shop.

You know, pawn shops-
they keep records too.

Jesse cut Randy's pay,
so I figured out a way
to make up the difference.

Because he was your boyfriend?

- So?
- You know.

You didn't pawn everything though,
because we found this in your bedroom.

- That's the murder weapon, Amber.
- He tried to rape me.

That's why George drove me out here.

You had the knife on you
because you thought George
would be angry enough to kill his wife.

That way, you could have Randy back.
But George wouldn't help you.

You thought you could
get revenge on Mrs. Lyford
by having sex with her husband.

His zipper was ripped open the same way
you ripped Randy's zipper in detention.

George didn't want to have
sex with you. Randy dumped you.

George pushed you away.
So you just went bonkers...

and stabbed him with the knife.

Even if you can prove it...

I'll be out in a year, tops.

I'm just a kid from a broken home.

So what's going to happen
with the teacher?

D.A.'s gonna press charges.
She'll do time.

- Really?
- Yeah.

And don't start telling me
how natural it is what she did...

because the women
in the Ramalamadingdong tribe
like to sleep with teenage boys.

I wasn't. I- I think it's just that
the teacher pay for her actions...

no matter what
other societies may accept.

Although I have no knowledge
of the Ramalamadingdong tribe.

Chief Shoobop-Shoobop-
invented rock and roll.

Oh. A joke. Very funny.

Perhaps your chief knows
Chief Polyphony of the Gavotte tribe.

He invented baroque music that always
starts on the third beat of the bar.

There they are. Come on, kid.

Dad, we went to the zoo.
They had camel rides.

I was sure he'd ridden one before.
He could be a jockey.

The zoo, huh? What happened
to just goin' to get ice cream?

Yeah, yeah. At the zoo.

- We saw a lion pee for, like, 10 minutes.
- Wow.

That would be physically impossible.

An adult lion's bladder, when full...

can hold approximately
1,500 milliliters of urine.

The bladder would completely
empty in 37.5 seconds.

She says weird stuff like that
all the time. She's cool.

Yes. We're friends actually.

She knows everything. Watch this.

- What animal farts the most?
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

The termite. Because of their diet
and digestive process...

they produce as much methane gas
as human industry.

But you can't hear them.

- Isn't she cool?
- Very.

We can go to her house and go swim.
She can do a cannonball.

- Oh.
- Hannah can come, can't she?

Sure.

Hey, kid. Hey, a little chocolate ice cream
on the chin there, kid?

Yeah. It's my new favorite flavor.

Wow.

You're amazing.

Thank you.

What's that mean?

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