Bones (2005–2017): Season 8, Episode 6 - The Patriot in Purgatory - full transcript

Dr. Brennan just
left me a note...

saying that you should
meet here and wait for her.

And she didn't say why
we were all called together?

Sorry.

You're the head of the
lab. Shouldn't you know?

Yes. Yes, I should.

But with Dr. Brennan, all the conventional
rules of the universe become obsolete.

- Right.
- She should be here soon.

Good luck.

G-Good luck?

We've never all been called
in to work together before.



Okay, look, until
Dr. Brennan gets here,

I think I should be in charge,
being the only one with his doctorate.

You're still just an
intern like the rest of us.

Which actually makes you less qualified.
You should be much further along.

I know what's going on here.

She called us together so she
can watch us destroy each other.

The saw ripped through the
xiphoid process and sternum.

- Oh, my God.
- There's fluid on those as well
as the left ribs four and five.

What are you doing? I reckon
we were all called here to work.

Okay, now, my granddaddy said,

"Idle talk is like
a mama bear...

whose cubs have long since
gone in search of another teat."

Wow. What the
hell does that mean?

It's some crazy-ass white thing.



I don't care what it is. I'm
getting to work. I need this job.

Last night's basketball game
got me thinking about teams.

Didn't I say you'd
like basketball?

Phil Jackson says
they're like organisms...

that can only survive
through interdependence.

Wait. Phil Jackson? Yes, yes.

I've been reading his book. See?

You got enough Post-its in there,
Bones? I'm an assiduous note taker.

Bones, watching
basketball should be fun.

You don't have to memorize Kobe
Bryant's three-point shooting percentage...

in order to enjoy the game.

Career average...
Mr. Bryant shoots .336,

but with a little more arc in
his shot, he could be over .450.

It's just basic geometry.

How'd I leave myself
open for that? Poor defense.

Poor defense? Yes.

I have the interns coming
in today to work on a project.

According to Mr. Jackson, I plan to
incorporate numerous "attaboys"...

while also administering
reassuring pats on their hindquarters.

Right. So you're
the coach. Of course.

Phil says... Now it's "Phil."

He says that our real legacy is not
what we accomplish individually...

but what we do for others...

and how we motivate them to
work together for a common goal.

Right, well, I'm thinking paying your players
$20 million a year is motivation in itself.

I was hoping buying
their lunch might help.

Well...

There seems to be some
fabric embedded in the cut...

that transected the
xiphoid process... Hey.

Huh, this looks like
fuzz from a tennis ball.

It is from a tennis ball.

Oh, well, I recognized it first...
the fuzz. The fuzz was mine.

- After I pointed it out.
- I think the fluid is oil that
seeped out from the chain saw.

Of course it is. Why are you
examining these remains?

I didn't direct you to do that.

The kid started it. I was...
I was waiting for you.

You... Isn't this why
you brought us here?

I mean, it's a fascinating
set of remains.

This is just a foolish man
who tried to juggle a chain saw,

a tennis ball and a Fuji
apple after drinking too much.

Your task is far
more challenging.

Follow me.

Oh. I wonder how much he drank.

Make sure you get the gloves
off. Excuse me, excuse me.

Over the past four years,

the Jeffersonian has digitized all
available Missing Persons data.

You are now able to
cross-reference that information...

in the hope of identifying over
a thousand sets of remains...

that have been
unidentifiable up to now.

W-We've been relegated to
the hall of hopeless cases?

We did something
wrong, didn't we?

I thought I chose
my five best interns.

Do you think I made
a mistake, Mr. Fisher?

- Because I can replace you.
- Oh.

Do you think laughing
at Mr. Fisher...

will enhance your status
in my eyes, Mr. Bray?

No, I... No.

I tried to take a leadership
role earlier, Dr. Brennan,

to avoid this kind
of childish behavior.

And why couldn't
you, Dr. Edison?

Perhaps because you
don't have their respect?

Do you respect him, Mr. Vaziri?

Is this a trick question?

That depends on how frightened
you are of making a mistake.

How can any one
of you do your job...

if what you really want is for one
of your other teammates to fail?

Well, you've always told
us to rely on ourselves.

You've created quite a
competitive atmosphere here.

And it will remain
competitive, Mr. Abernathy.

Phil Jackson wants us to ask...

what it is we are
competing to achieve...

and how you'll work
together to achieve it.

Phil Jackson, like
the tall Phil Jackson?

Yes.

It is our job as forensic
anthropologists...

to give as many of these people
as possible their identities back.

If teamwork doesn't help,

then we can always go back to having the
constant threat of dismissal hang over our heads.

Okay?

Attaboy.

Attaboy. Attaboy.
Attaboy. Attaboy.

Some of these remains have fingers
removed, probably to hide fingerprints.

Here's one covered in
concrete, gentlemen. Concrete.

Which is why this is so hard.

Yes, because it could
indicate espionage.

Someone clearly wanted to make
sure that the secrets died with them.

Really? You had to add some
kind of international conspiracy?

This isn't hard enough? It
doesn't have to be international.

- Concrete guy could end up being Jimmy Hoffa.
- - Got one.

Based on the vertical head
diameter of the humerus,

I have a female, mid-20s.

The interarticular fracture on
the thumb screams cowboy thumb.

Coupled with the
abrasions on the L2 and L3...

and the sequins in her effects,

I'm calling this one
as Miss Lisa Bowery,

the mechanical
bull-riding stripper...

that went missing
in March of 1980.

Nicely done, Fisher.

Over 30 years. Very
impressive, Mr. Fisher.

Yes. Yes, it is.

Gloating really isn't
a part of team play.

Every team has
a star, my friend.

Yes, it does, and
I have before me...

a blacksmith who
vanished in 1898,

114 years ago.

Hold your praise
until the brother talks.

Based on the lateral
epicondylitis of the elbow joint...

as well as the high
level of strontium...

Based on the erratic ossification of
the pubic symphysis, he's in his 50s.

Compression fracture of the cervical
body of the C7 with subluxation of the...

Ah, hell, it's milker's neck.

And this is Sarah Mahony.

I give you ice fisherman,
Chad Winacky,

suspected murder victim
who disappeared 18 years ago.

And he has all the markers
for a woodcutter's lesion,

which would confirm his
identity as George Lido.

This is a beautiful
thing to watch.

All right, now, Arastoo,
you're the only one without...

Yeah, I know, Dr. Hodgins.

I drew a homeless man
who was found beaten...

in a sleeping bag
behind a parking garage.

So far, all I have to go
on is a chipped tooth...

and a complex fracture
to the sixth left rib.

Come back to him after
you've scored a few points.

I mean, we were told to identify
as many of these as possible.

Yeah, I guess.

Maybe he was
part of a conspiracy,

and that's why
he has no identity.

Found this soot staining
his chipped tooth.

God only knows what
that could be. Conspiracy?

You think so? 'Cause, you know, I
could run this through the mass spec.

I'm impressed that Dr. Brennan
sees the value in teamwork.

You've been a good
influence on her.

All I did was get her to
watch a basketball game...

instead of watching
another rerun of NOVA.

That's it? Yeah.

Next thing I know, she's
reading all about Phil Jackson.

You really didn't do
much, then, did you?

Really? I didn't do much?

You try to get her to
stop watching NOVA.

You're right. Good point.
Sorry. Because of that,

her squint squad has
identified 18 sets of remains.

That's impressive. Good.

I'm so glad you feel that way,

because it is your responsibility
to notify all the surviving relatives.

What, me? Criminal
victims, missing persons...

All comes under the F.B.I.

Well, what about you? Me?

I'm a special agent. I beat up
bad guys, and I leap over things.

You're describing
Superman. Exactly.

Did you ever hear of Superman
picking up the telephone? No.

- You wanted to see me?
- Yes, Mr. Vaziri.

I would love to
give you an attaboy,

but you are the only intern...

who hasn't even identified
one set of remains.

I know. I'm still waiting for mass
spec results from Dr. Hodgins.

There are hundreds of other
remains you could be focusing on.

I didn't think you'd want me to give
up until I exhausted every avenue.

Unless you're wasting resources.

Why do you feel these remains
take precedence over the others?

The police report says
that he was beaten.

Nothing more. They wrote him
off because he was homeless.

And this. A bullet wound.

There's no mention
of him being shot?

Because it happened at
least 10 years before his death.

Look at the remodeling.
It's a large-caliber bullet.

Perhaps it could lead us to medical
records which could give us a name.

You said our job is to give
identities back to these victims.

So how can I walk away and leave
this man behind that parking garage,

forgotten for a second time?

I got the results back
from the mass spec.

So the particulates
embedded in his tooth...

consist of kerosene
and ethylene glycol.

It's jet fuel.

From the way it seeped into
the dentin, there was a lot.

Why was he covered in jet fuel?

He was found miles
from the airport.

You let Vaziri go out on his own.
That doesn't happen in a team sport.

You kidding me? That's...
That's more like swimming.

A good coach recognizes
the strengths of her players.

He wasn't going for an
easy lay-up like the others.

He's more of a bruiser down low.

I need you to check
the police reports again.

He was homeless. I mean,
cops, they just bury cases like this.

It's clear the coroner did.

H-He didn't even record that the
victim had suffered a bullet wound.

Exactly, which makes it more unlikely
that I'll be able to dig up his name.

I'm trying to put you
in the game, Booth.

If you'd prefer not
to play, just say so.

Bones, all I'm saying is that
sometimes during the game,

you just have to realize
that you just can't win.

So you're a quitter? What? No.

That's what I heard. I'd trade you
if I wasn't in the middle of the season.

I can't believe this. This
game isn't over until I say it is.

So are you in or are
you out? I'm in, Bones.

Okay, let's go. Attaboy.

What are you...

So, the police report
that Booth dug up...

lists the time of death as the same
time that the body was discovered.

- Well, that can't be right.
- Not if he looked like this.

They probably thought it didn't
matter because he was homeless.

I was hoping you could give me an
accurate time of death. It might help.

What was the weather
on the day he was found?

Sunny and mid-70s.

Hmm. What about the week before?

It was pretty warm all
week, between 70 and 80,

rain on the 20th and 21st.

Under conditions like
this, based on decomp,

death occurred between three to
five days before he was discovered?

Can you enlarge and enhance
the decomp on the neck?

Calliphoridae in the
decomposing tissue.

They're carrion flies, and
look, they laid their eggs.

So that means that he was dead
four days when this was taken.

Okay, so he died
on September 21.

Does that help you? Oh, my God.

Jet fuel? Yeah.

Can you check for
other evidence of fuel?

We have our own remains
to work on, you know. Sure.

There's slight staining on the
acromion. That could be from the fuel.

We should do
analysis of the bone...

to see if there's other chemicals
or environmental markers.

I'll help you take
samples. Me too.

There seems to be something
embedded in the fracture.

What's going on? Why are
we all working on this guy?

- We're a team.
- Yeah, but not really.

Dr. Hodgins needs to see this. There's
a metal fragment embedded in the rib.

This rib fracture... Fisher.

The remodeling seems to
indicate it was fractured...

more than four days
before he died, doesn't it?

- Definitely.
- Wait.

Are you thinking what
I think you're thinking?

What are you thinking?
What's going on here, guys?

You're the best at estimating
bone remodeling, aren't you?

Yes, and it gives me
absolutely no satisfaction.

Okay, we need to know
exactly when this rib was broken.

Come on.

Evidence of osteoblasts
and chondroblasts.

I'm falling behind on my remains.
Am I gonna get credit for this?

Fisher.

The soft callus hasn't
consolidated yet.

I'd put this break 10
days before he died.

Dr. Saroyan and Dr. Hodgins
fixed time of death on September 21.

That means this injury
occurred September 11, 2001.

Yeah.

My God.

9/11.

Given the presence of
jet fuel and his injuries,

this man could have been at
the Pentagon when the plane hit.

Yeah, but every victim of that attack
has been accounted for and identified.

Maybe not.

Maybe just the victims
who had a home.

The interns are working hard to get
as much new information as possible.

If we can reconstruct
what happened to him...

from September 11 until
10 days later when he died,

we might be able
to find out who he is.

Do you wonder if he wanted to
remain anonymous for a reason?

You're really starting to sound
like Hodgins. I'm a profiler.

I have to approach this
from that perspective.

Okay, the people who mounted the attack
were anonymous members of the community.

Now, there could have been other anonymous
people on the ground to give them support.

- We'll just run D.N.A.
- Cam already did. There were no matches.

Perfect. And he had a
previous bullet wound, didn't he?

That could have
been from training.

The wound occurred
approximately 20 years ago.

We also found evidence of
exposure to high levels of uranium.

- Looks pretty damning.
- The first Gulf War was
about 22 years ago.

Most of the U.S. shells were
made of depleted uranium.

Depleted uranium has been linked to neurological
damage, which could explain his homelessness.

Ah. He's one of ours. He
took that bullet during the war.

Now you're reaching. There would have been
a D.N.A. match in the military database.

There was no military
database until the late 1990s.

I'm telling you, this guy
fought in Desert Storm.

So, Booth didn't want to
use the crime scene photo,

'cause he wanted
something easier to look at.

Sweets thought he
might be a terrorist.

Now is not the time for
conspiracy theories, Dr. Hodgins.

I agree.

I have looked into every
9/11 conspiracy. All of them.

None of 'em hold up.

Or I-I should say,
only one of 'em does.

We were attacked by extremists
who hated everything we represent.

We might not be angels, but
no one deserved to die that day.

No one.

I was in New York...
working as a coroner.

I signed 900 death certificates.

I had to talk to wives,
husbands, children.

Sometimes all that was left...

I'm so sorry, Cam.

Oh, don't be.
I'm... I'm still here.

When's this gonna be done?

There he is.

Look, he was there on
that day when the plane hit.

36,000 people pass through the
Pentagon on an average day, Seeley.

I was a grunt in a file room
on the other side of the building.

How do you expect
me to recognize him?

Right, okay. There's got to be
some kind of surveillance video,

some logs we can
check out here, Ben.

Are you serious? Everything
from that day is classified.

You know that. He was wounded
in the first Gulf War. He's one of us.

Everyone who lost their life or who
was injured that day is accounted for.

Right. Maybe he slipped through the
cracks. Security wasn't as tight back then.

That just makes it harder. What are
you saying? You're not gonna help?

All right, look.

I'll take this picture.
I'll show it around.

Beyond that, I don't know
what else I can do for you.

Look, we went to Afghanistan
because of those attacks.

No matter how bad it ever got, we would
never leave anyone behind. You know that.

We got to do something.

Here's what we've got so far.

He was close by when the plane hit,
and somehow he got his rib broken.

He took off, went back
to the parking garage...

where he got
beaten 10 days later.

Who would beat someone to death
so soon after 9/11? People were angry.

It's always the weak ones who get
the brunt of that. They're easy targets.

That's the way the world works.

Not everyone looks at the
world like you do, Fisher.

Okay, the ends of the humerus
are also abraded with no remodeling.

- So he could have
been dragged by his arms.
- Or hung by them.

There's also damage
to the L4 and the L5.

So if someone used
a club on his knees,

it looks like they took
a whack at his back too.

Is this too difficult
for you, Arastoo?

Because I'd be more than happy to do
as much as needed to ease your load.

Why would it be more difficult
for me than anyone else?

Because of... Because you share
the same religion as those men.

Is it too difficult for you
to work with Dr. Edison?

Um, excuse me?

You share the same religion with men who
cherry-picked the Bible to justify slavery.

I'm sorry. I didn't
mean nothing.

But still your words have
meaning, don't they, Mr. Abernathy?

Those assumptions you made,
those quick generalizations.

What about the vengeance and
the bloodshed in the Old Testament?

Okay. He's just a kid, Arastoo.

If he's not old enough to know,
he's certainly old enough to learn.

The Crusades, the Inquisition...

Are these events guided
by a religion of peace?

No, they were guided
by self-important men...

who think they know more than
the God they claim to worship.

This was not the
work of religion.

It was arrogance. It was
hypocrisy. It was hate.

Those horrible men who hijacked those
planes hijacked my religion that day too.

They insulted my God.

So, no, this isn't
"too difficult."

It's a privilege to be
able to serve this victim,

to show him the care and
love that was so absent that day.

Thank you, sir.

I'm sorry. Thank you for taking
the time to set me straight.

Yeah, that was awesome, dude.

Make sure to catalog every
injury, no matter how small.

The end of the metacarpals on
the right hand are also abraded.

- No remodeling.
- Let's take it from the top.

Hi, Booth.

The interns are cataloging
all the injuries now.

We should be able to put
together a scenario soon...

that might give us an idea
of what happened to him.

His name's Tim Murphy.
He had a wife and a son.

Your friend at the
Pentagon identified him?

No. I spent the day going
to homeless shelters.

Turns out a lot of the
guys from Desert Storm...

ended up going to the
one on Carlton Street.

They kept his effects
for over 10 years?

No. The woman
who runs the place,

she believed that these guys would
come back and have a normal life.

Have you contacted his wife?

I'm gonna see her
tomorrow morning.

She hasn't seen
him in over 15 years.

I need to know what
happened to him, Bones.

You will, Booth.

I promise.

Tim wasn't the same after
he came back from the Gulf.

He was afraid to stay indoors because
of what happened to him over there.

What happened?

He was in a munitions
dump that got hit.

We tried to pick
up where we left off,

but he just couldn't do it.

He'd disappear, and then
I'd go searching for him...

and find him sleeping
in a park somewhere.

Did he try and get any help?

I mean, the V.A. has got great
programs for homeless vets.

Tim didn't trust anyone to help.

I think he lost faith.

There's no Purple
Heart for P.T.S.D.'s.

There's no recognition
for what he sacrificed.

Anyhow, one day,
he-he just vanished.

That was 17 years ago.

So you didn't know who Tim knew
or anyone who wanted to harm him?

Like I said, I-I
don't know anything.

Has your son had
any contact with Tim?

The last time Sean saw his
father, he was four years old.

Look, I'm sorry. But I cannot
go through all of this again.

Tim was dead long
before that parking garage,

and the only way we could
move on was to accept that.

And maybe we were dead to
him, and that's why he could leave.

No, you weren't. We found
this in his personal effects,

one of the few
things that he had.

I remember this day.

He loved Sean so much.

And I loved him.

I always loved him.

Hodgins, you have
to eat something.

You're gonna faint. Almost done.

Are you still working on that
fragment they found in the rib?

I think it could tell us where the victim
was standing when the plane hit the Pentagon.

Well, how? I-I thought it
was just debris from the plane.

Yeah, I did, too, at first.

But it's indium tin oxide, and
that wasn't used in the plane.

It's used in the lampposts which are
near the west side of the Pentagon.

Where the plane hit.
Yeah. Yeah, look at this.

Sheared off the tops of the lampposts
as it slammed into the building.

He was hit by fragments
from the lampposts.

I mean, it cracked his
rib and left this behind.

How close was he to the plane?

Close. Maybe 500 feet
from the plane as it passed.

Oh, my God. I
can't imagine that.

If he was standing that close to
the building when the plane passed,

then maybe these other injuries are somehow
from the debris when the Pentagon was hit.

Then we'd see scattered
fractures and bruising.

These are all localized...
patellas, acromion, metacarpals.

I don't get it. We can figure out if someone
was a blacksmith a hundred years ago,

but we can't find out
what happened to this guy.

- Are you okay?
- No! Are you?

This guy was there on 9/11.

You don't feel the
pressure to solve this one?

Okay, if I can gather
the team here quickly.

I feel having spent some time in
a loony bin, I have a leg up here.

- Not now, Fisher.
- All right, there is
an elephant in this room,

and it's standing between
us and the remains.

And until we move the pachyderm out of the
way, we're not gonna be able to think clearly.

I'm sorry. Were you locked
in a loony bin or a zoo?

9/11 was a trauma to us all.

Not like this guy or the
people who died that day,

but it still changed us, right?

A-And we act like
it doesn't matter.

Clearly, Wendell is freaking out
here, and you... You went nuts earlier.

The first rule at
the loony bin...

is to get it all
out in the open.

So that's what we're gonna
do, right here, all right?

I'll go.

I was in high school.
It was my senior year.

I was...

breaking into my
history teacher's desk...

to steal a test that
I hadn't studied for.

And he walked in,
and he was crying.

He couldn't care
less what I was doing.

And... that's when I found out.

So I... I talked to him,

that... that stolen
test in my hand.

And we both just
sat, and... we cried.

Next.

Oh, come on.

I was working.

It was, uh, before school.

Coffee shop.

Everyone was just
staring at the TV.

No one said a word.

The cook came out to
watch with the rest of us.

I still remember the smell
of food burning on that grill.

I was nine.

I'd gotten in the way
of my stepfather...

hitting my mama.

Then he stuck me
with some scissors.

My mama wanted to
take me to the hospital.

But my hurt didn't
seem like nothin'...

after we heard what happened.

I was at morning prayers.

I didn't believe that day.

I didn't believe in
anything that day.

Wendell?

I was, uh, with my aunt...

from that morning
for the next few days.

My uncle was a
firefighter in New York.

He never came home.

So, is your team any closer?

Much further away, actually.

The bone clues are becoming
more difficult to decipher.

But that might be good. How
could that possibly be good, Bones?

They're assuming too much.

I'm having them look at the evidence
as if they'd never seen it before.

See how the injuries
are connected.

Phil says that everything
is connected. That's it.

No more basketball
for you, okay?

Seeley.

Ben. Come on in.

This is my partner, uh,
Temperance Brennan.

- And she's also my...
- I'm also his mate.

We have a daughter together.

Congratulations.

I, uh,

have some information
about Murphy.

When I heard he was on the
west side of the building that day,

I talked to some people
who worked there.

A few remembered him.

Apparently, he was outside
every day, for over a year,

yelling at everyone in
uniform who came in.

- Yelling?
- Yeah.

"Walk in Moore Park."
He yelled it to everyone.

Walk in Moore Park?

I have no idea what that means.

- Where's Moore Park?
- There is no Moore Park.

That's why it didn't
make any sense.

People complained
about him all the time.

He was clearly disturbed.

Security detail would have to remove
him at least once a week, and, uh,

from what I heard, it
sometimes got ugly.

- How so?
- He'd fight them.

One time he tried
to disarm an officer.

Well, maybe Murphy struck
one of the security detail,

and the officer went after
him to settle the score.

Yeah, that's what I thought too.

I tried to get you the logs for the
security team for those two weeks, but, um,

they said it would take months of
legal maneuvering to unseal them.

Thanks.

I can't believe what a sloppy
job the damn coroner did.

There's no record of his
fingernails being swabbed.

Because it probably wasn't done.

But that's the first thing you
do with the victim of an assault...

To see if you can find
the assailant's D.N.A.

Now the bones are clean, and we
have no trace evidence to examine.

Oh, God. Yes, we do.

We do? 'Cause I
don't think we do.

Not if we're focused on
the bones. We're fools.

Excuse me? We've been focusing
on the bones. That's the problem.

But we're forensic anthropologists.
That's why Dr. Brennan planted us here.

No. She planted us
here to get answers.

Scraps of his T-shirt...
and some of his pants.

Coroner probably cut them off
when he examined the remains.

You're right,
Fisher. I am a fool.

We are. I said "we."
There's strength in numbers.

The five of us were fools
to trust the coroner's report.

We should reanalyze his blood.

Maybe it's not all his.

There's a Moore Park in Toronto.
There's one in L.A., Miami, New Zealand.

There's a Moorpark College. There's millions
of them. What's the connection here?

I wouldn't read too
much into it, Agent Booth.

What do you mean? He was out there
screaming, every day, "Walk in Moore Park."

I mean, it's got to mean
something, Sweets.

He was ill. He was
paranoid, probably delusional.

He... could've heard the name Moore
Park and created a fantasy around it.

It might have meant
something to him,

but it would have no
meaning to anyone else.

I think we should just, you know,
focus on these police reports.

- We've already been
through them already.
- Yeah, these just came in.

Complaints filed against the
city by a homeless activist in 2001.

They accuse the police of not
responding to attacks on homeless camps.

Look at this. Twelve
incidents in September.

Mm-hmm. Theft, assault,
rape. Did the city investigate?

Yeah, and they found no
wrongdoing by the police.

'Cause the witnesses
were unreliable.

Apparently, "unreliable" is just
another word for "homeless."

Okay, maybe we're
going about this all wrong.

I mean, maybe there
is no Moore Park now.

Maybe there was a Moore Park
back in 2001 when he was alive.

I think our time is better spent
tracking down this homeless activist.

- Oh, my God. Wait.
- What? What?

Walk in Moore Park.

"Walken, Moore, Park."
That's it. That's it. Look.

I don't understand.
The... Their names!

Look at their names.

Walken, Moore and Park.
"Walken, Moore, Park."

He was out there every day
yelling the names of his friends.

He was completely making sense,
but no one took the time to notice.

Walken, Moore,
Park. The soldiers!

Again.

We've been through these injuries
dozens of times, Dr. Brennan.

And Phil Jackson put his team
through drills hundreds of times.

Again, please.

Both the fractured rib and
vertebrae show signs of remodeling,

indicating they occurred
on September 11.

And the other damage, the
abraded fracturing of the humeri...

And the acromial
processes and metacarpals...

None of these show remodeling, indicating
the injuries took place around time of death.

We're missing something. You're certain
that all the fractures are traumatic?

How else would bones break
if not from external trauma?

Wait. Look at the humeri
and the acromions.

Could he possibly have suffered
a subluxation? You're right.

The dislocation would have caused continuous
rubbing. That would've prevented remodeling.

- But it doesn't explain
the fractures to the patellas.
- Or the fractured vertebrae.

I'm not so sure. Look at
the back of the patellas.

These are internal
stress fractures.

All these injuries are commonly
suffered by weight lifters.

He was too slight
to be a weight lifter.

Military records indicate that
Walken, Moore and Park...

were all killed in an ammo
dump in Abdali, Kuwait.

Wait. Didn't Murphy's wife say
he was trapped in an ammo dump?

Yeah, they rescued Murphy, but these
three, they were killed when the dump blew.

Survivor's guilt. His friends died
for him. He couldn't get past that.

Ben got me these.

You see, Tim Murphy petitioned the
army to award his friends the Silver Star.

How many times did he
write to them? Fifty-six times.

So when that didn't work,

he just planted himself in front
of the Pentagon and kept trying.

Somehow that doesn't
sound crazy to me.

Booth.

Okay. Right. I'm on my way.

That was Bones.

I was able to
separate the stains.

There was blood on his
shirt from three other people.

So we got a hit on their
D.N.A. Yes, all three of them.

So then, we know
who attacked Murphy.

We have their names, but they
weren't the ones who attacked him.

Okay, wait. I don't understand.
How did their blood get on him?

The blood was from three people who were working
at the Pentagon that day where the plane hit.

- And they lived?
- Yes.

- Well, how did Murphy die?
- We're not sure yet.

Maybe one of the
survivors can help.

I never thought I'd
see my family again.

None of us in there did.

Your left lateral epicondyle and
femur were crushed, weren't they?

Yes.

I was pinned under a
concrete beam. Couldn't move.

Smoke was filling the room.

I can't believe I made it.

Do you recognize this man?

That's him.

I'd never forget that face.

That's the man who rescued me.

Do you know where he is?

Can I... thank him?
I wish you could.

He died about a
week after the attacks.

What happened to him?

We don't know yet. We
suspect he was murdered.

That's why we
wanted to talk to you.

He lifted the concrete beam
off of you, didn't he? All alone.

I-I-I didn't think it was
possible. He wasn't a big man.

And after he freed me, he went over
to two other people who were pinned.

James Donzig and Warren Kirk.

That's right.

I don't think he was
murdered, Booth.

Because of our preconceptions
about his circumstances,

we all believed that Mr. Murphy
was the victim of an assault.

Without the exceptional work of this
team, we still wouldn't know the truth.

So I've reconstructed
what they discovered.

When his rib was fractured by
the debris, it wasn't a clean break.

That happened when he went into
the building to rescue those people.

Wait a second. You're
saying that Murphy died...

because he rescued those
three people in the Pentagon?

Exactly. Finn gave
us our first clue.

The injuries to the patellas weren't
from being kneecapped in an assault.

They were acute
transverse fractures.

That's the same damage that weight
lifters suffer when they lift too much.

The witnesses descriptions
of Mr. Murphy's actions...

confirm that he probably was
lifting in excess of 400 pounds...

of concrete and
debris at the time.

That's a miracle
considering his size.

At first, we had no explanation
for the spinal fracturing...

until we realized that the
compression fractures...

were caused by the extreme
weight he was carrying.

Next.

And the damage
to his shoulders...

wasn't from him
being dragged or hung.

They dislocated because his arms
weren't capable of lifting so much.

We thought the lack of remodeling meant
the injuries took place 10 days later.

So why did it take
him 10 days to die?

It all comes back to that plane.

He died because
of the rib fracture.

It was only cracked at first,

but it snapped while he
was lifting the debris...

and bowed inward,
puncturing his lung.

It took him 10
days to bleed out.

I can't imagine the pain
he must have been in.

I can't believe he died with
no one knowing what he did.

For years, Tim Murphy was
homeless, and he was forgotten.

He was one of those
people on the streets...

that we try not to look at,

because the sight of
them is just too painful.

But we're all cut
from the same cloth.

Tim knew that.

He knew how
connected all of us are.

He knew that if it wasn't
for his three buddies,

that Tim wouldn't be
alive on September 11...

to save the lives of Diane,

Warren and James.

And we wouldn't be
able to tell Tim's son...

that his dad didn't die a broken
man living on the streets, Sean.

But he was as brave and
noble as the best of us.

We lay him to rest today...

a hero.

♪ I am holding your torch ♪

♪ I won't hold it no more ♪

♪ You can have
it, take it, use it ♪

♪ I am holding your torch ♪

♪ I won't hold it no more ♪

♪ You can have
it, take it, use it ♪

♪ I'll need both my
hands to hold my own ♪

♪ I need only one light ♪

♪ The light from one ♪

♪ I'll need both my hands ♪

♪ I'll need both my hands ♪
♪ Both my hands ♪

♪ I'll need both my hands ♪
♪ I'll need both my hands ♪

♪ I'll need both my hands ♪
♪ Both my hands ♪

♪ I need only one light ♪

♪ The light from one ♪♪

Basketball game on tonight.

I thought you said no more
basketball for me. All right.

It was my bad, okay? Look,

after your coaching, Phil
Jackson has nothing on you.

Do you think they'll
get their Silver Stars?

I do. Ben and I are on it.

Tim never gave up,
and neither will we.

What's wrong, Bones?

I spend so much time trying...

to control my life.

I thought it meant
that I was strong, but...

I was...

just afraid.

Afraid of what?

I dug out remains from
the rubble of the towers.

For two weeks, I was methodical,

a scientist.

I did what was asked
of me. I did my job.

I never shed a tear.

I was proud of that.

Right. All these years,
I never let myself feel it.

Bones, we all deal with
things in our own way, okay?

I could avoid it all
before I met you.

I had no one in my life.

And now I think
of those people...

and I think of you.

Any one of them, it could
have been you. All right. I know.

It's all right.

What's that mean?