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Evan!

Come on. You're totally
breaking character!

So what?

You'd prefer I die from
an obstructed airflow?

Just keep it cool, all right?

Kyle, we're here
to conduct experiments.

Cool is not exactly our milieu.

Whatevs.

Let's just get started,
all right?

Evan, open one of the
barrels. Be careful.

This place is just
like they said it would be

on the news.

Check it out.
The lid is ajar.

Dudes... this is
totally boss!

Baking soda and acid.

Instant volcano!

What? What are you
two nerds laughing at?

Because, Zero Charisma,
this isn't hydrochloric acid.

It's sulfuric acid.

Then what's the white stuff?

C12 H22 O11.

Every kid's favorite.
Sugar?

What do you get combining sugar

and sulfuric acid?

Just wait and see.

Only the biggest, baddest black
snake firework you ever saw.

Ah, that was anticlimactic.

Awesome.

Booth, please, I am not
trying to argue with you.

Okay, but then
just say it.

Okay, why don't you just say it?
Seventh graders playing

with a barrel of acid
is not really the best idea.

I will not say it,

especially as they took
the proper safety precautions.

I applaud their curious minds.

Plus,
their intervention

did save the body from being
completely dissolved.

- See?
- Zip it.

Okay, Aubrey, whose side
are you on anyways?

Hers.

Sorry,
but in this instance,

I am hos before bros.

What?
That did not come out right.

No.

Of course,
the real criminals

are Goodlife Chemicals.

I mean, they are the ones

who illegally disposed of
their toxic waste.

Yeah, it's like Love
Canal all over again.

Stop with
the Love Canal.

What is with the breath

coming through the
back right now?

It smells like death

warmed over-- almost like
a toxic blast of camel butt.

Wow. This is a black kale
chia smoothie.

Why? Why are you
drinking that?

Did you lose a bet or something?

- Do you have an infected lesion?
- What?

Why would you
even ask that?

Well, black kale is
high in vitamin K

and antioxidants,
both of which promote healing.

Okay. No.

No lesions, okay?

Jessica just thought maybe
it'd be a good idea if I, uh,

went on a junk food cleanse.
No big deal.

Go back to the doughnuts,

because that smells like
monkey ass.

Yeah, I see
some over here.

Easy.

Wow, you
were not kidding.

This is like one of those
black snake fireworks.

I told you!

All right.
Science is cool!

Really?

Wow. You've got to
work on your delivery.

Uh...
Excuse me, are you FBI?

Because I must insist

that you remove all these people
in Hazmat suits immediately.

Really, why?
They're just doing their job.

Their very presence is
prejudicial to my client.

Oh, what a shocker.
We have a lawyer here.

Who represents
Goodlife Chemicals.

All these precautions--
the Hazmat suits,

the decontamination foam,

it misrepresents that
these chemicals are hazardous.

Nonsense.

Sulfuric acid is
not only hazardous,

it is highly corrosive.

It would eat through your flesh
in seconds.

That is your opinion.

Uh, no, it's fact.

And the reason why I have
almost nothing to work with,

except for this gray hair.

So you're saying our victim
was an old guy.

Well, judging by

the deterioration
of the medial carpal joints,

I'd say at least 70.

Killing Grandpa, huh?

That's not good press
for your company.

You want to put
that camera away?

You know what I'm thinking?

Maybe our victim here was

one of the plaintiffs
suing Goodlife Chemical.

Uh-huh. Hey, Bones,
can you just tell me

when the body was dumped
in the acid there.

I can't say with any accuracy,
but Hodgins would have a better idea.

Oh, unfortunately, he
wasn't able to make it.

He had some kind of
wheelchair accident.

So, do you have direct access
to this site?

I must warn you,

if you even insinuate my
involvement in this man's death,

I will sue you for slander.

Right. That's exciting.

Go ahead and try.
Oh, no, it's the press.

Could you people
please hurry along?

Yeah.
Oh, and did you get a sample

of the sulfuric acid
for Dr. Hodgins to test?

Yes, I did.
I said hurry! Let's go!

Oh! Oh, the acid is all over me!

Oh, my God. Oh, my...

Calm down. Calm...

Calm down, calm down.
Oh!

You want me to calm down?!

Calm down?! Are you insane?!

Whoa.
Don't you know anything?!

This stuff is pure toxic hell!

Uh, do you want to be
decontaminated?

Do it! Wh-What are
you waiting for?!

Wait.

But, Booth, he's not...

Not going to survive
if we don't help.

Isn't that right, guys?

Hurry!

Thank you so much.

Just doing our job, sir.
Happy to help.

Oh, God. Ah...

♪ Bones 12x03 ♪
The Final Chapter: The New Tricks in the Old Dogs
Original Air Date on January 17, 2017

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Hey.

Hey.
There you are.

We missed you
at the crime scene.

- You okay?
- Oh, yeah. Never better.

- Is that the victim's skull?
- Yeah.

Angela just finished
scanning it

so she could do
a facial reconstruction.

What's all that
schmutz that's on it?

It's carbon residue.

Residue from what?

Long story short,

the victim was put
in sulfuric acid,

then kids decided to
do an experiment,

adding sugar.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Creating an exothermic reaction?

How long was the carbon snake?

About 12 feet.

Lucky son of a bitch.

Excuse me?
Ha, oh, sorry.

It's just, whenever I've thought
of my own death,

that is exactly how
I've always wanted to go.

Man, this day just keeps getting
better and better.

Oh, hey, honey.
I'm almost done.

I just feel badly.
It's not a very

flattering portrait,
I'm afraid.

Yes, I agree.
The way you've drawn him,

he reminds me

of Eddie,
the Iron Maiden mascot.

Excuse me?

Iron Maiden?

Not the torture instrument
of historic myth,

but the English
heavy metal band.

You know who Iron Maiden is?

You, who thinks

Maroon 5 is a color palette?

Yes. I have

long been fascinated with
black and heavy metal cultures,

ever since we had the case
involving the band Skalle.

"Skalle," incidentally,
means "skull" in Norwegian.

Yes, I-I remember that.

Mm.

Something's wrong.

Angela, can you bring up

your photographs of the victim?

Uh, yeah,
just a second.

The skull was still
pretty covered in carbon,

but I don't think
I missed anything.

And then go closer
on the mandible.

Oh, right, I see
what I missed:

the weathering to the mandible.

It suggests bite collapse.

The disintegration of
the jaw-- it is common

among long-time
denture wearers.

Okay, well,
let's add some dentures.

And his hair.

Okay, I'll run a search

through missing persons and DMV.

I was glad to hear that

Hodgins is doing better
after his wheelchair incident.

Oh. Yeah, yeah.

That was, that was nothing.

Just one of the wheels
popped right off the axle.

Just one of
those things.

One of those things being

you having sex
in his wheelchair?

What?

How did you...

Who are you?

Just a forensic scientist at the
height of her deductive powers.

I have to tell you,
it was really awesome.

Like, better than it's been
in forever.

Glad to hear.

And we also started
talking about

maybe having another kid.

Are you guys gonna
have any more?

We haven't had
those discussions.

Perhaps... perhaps we should.

Oh, okay,
we got a match.

James Felbeck,

age 86. Hmm.

He had a long life.

What's a Silver Alert?

It's like an AMBER Alert
for missing seniors.

It looks like this was

issued this morning.

He was last seen

at the retirement center
where he lived.

Given his age at time
of death, it's surprising

how little the FBI has on file
concerning our victim.

Which means he's probably
a pretty decent guy.

No felonies.
No misdemeanors.

Also, no family.

No children to visit him
in his old age.

You okay, Bones?

Uh, yes.

Angela and I were talking.

She and Hodgins
are considering

having another child,
and she asked about us.

Wow. What, you want
another one?

Why? Our family's
perfect the way it is.

Oh, I completely agree.
Right.

Which is why I want you
to get a vasectomy.

What?

Vasectomy.

It's a surgical procedure
where the vas deferens

is severed and then tied.

No. No, no, no, no.
No severing. No way.

Booth, why are you
covering yourself?

I'm not going to perform
the procedure myself,

in a car.
All right. Ah, no, no.

Not gonna happen.
Why not?

- You scared?
- No.

I am not scared, but, um...

I'm a sniper,
you hear me?

And snipers-- they
do not fire blanks.

And in that analogy,
my ovaries are what?

Target practice?
Tar... What? You know what?

I-I don't want
to talk about this.

Okay? We got a case.
Let's focus.

Okay, fine.

Good. Thank you.

You're welcome.
Okay.

Just want to be
clear, all right?

When we get there,
just follow my lead.

My gut is telling me that our
killer is someone on the staff.

Well, it's possible.

The killer could also be
a fellow retiree.

Come on. Seriously?

You think that
another senior

killed and dumped
our victim in acid?

What? You're presuming
that just because

somebody is old,
they are less capable?

That's ageism, Booth.
Ageism?

Now you're accusing me
of being ageist?

Yes. However, If you'd like
to talk about something else,

we could always return
to you being...

No, no, no.

How about those Mets?

What are the Mets?

Have to admit,

this is a lot nicer
than I expected.

I agree. The facilities
seem well maintained,

the residents
engaged and active.

Right.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Did you just, uh...

Pinch your cute little tuckus?
Can you blame me?

No, I cannot. I like her.

All right,
don't encourage her.

Hello. So sorry about that.

Agnes, hands to yourself.

You must be Agent Booth
and Dr. Brennan.

I'm Francis.
Very pleased to meet you.

Not pleased,
because obviously death

is horrible and especially

when it happens
in such a unexp...

We-we get it, Francis.

Okay? You seem a little
nervous. Are you okay?

Given your occupation, I would
imagine you'd be accustomed

to literally being
surrounded by death.

What?

Death is inevitable.
Bones, you don't...

And in his case,
relatively imminent.

Stop. Sorry,
she didn't mean that.

She just likes
to blurt things out.

You're gonna have a very healthy
and happy life in front of you.

- No, Booth, he will not.
- Stop.

Can we continue this
somewhere else?

An excellent idea.

I could show you
to Mr. Felbeck's room.

That would be best. You don't
just scream out like that.

Well, you don't tiptoe
around death.

It's part of life.

Sulfuric acid
dissolved away most of

the small bones
in the extremities.

Most of the bones
I have are cooked

due to the reaction
of the acid and sugar mixing.

Hey, no complaining
over there, pal.

At least you got
something to work with.

I'm not finding
any clothing whatsoever

in our carbonaceous viper here.

This is really
how you want to die?

Yeah. My Viking funeral, baby.

I have to admit,

it's a pretty amazing experiment
these kids did.

Right? Michael Vincent and I
are totally recreating this

when I get home,
only much, much bigger.

Sounds like fun.

You and your Mini-Me
playing mad scientist.

Speaking of kids, you got
a wedding coming up pretty soon.

A wedding is not kids,
Dr. Hodgins.

You know what
they say.

First comes love, then comes
marriage, then comes...

Work, Dr. Hodgins.

Work comes next.

What have you gotten?

Well, there's no flesh
or clothing,

but thanks to my esteemed
colleague, John George Haigh,

I was able to estimate
how long our victim

was in the acid.

John George Haigh?

You mean the Acid Bath Murderer?
Yeah.

One and the same.
So, George found

that it took 48 hours
to fully dissolve a body

to the point where you could
actually pour it down the drain

- without clogging the pipes.
- Of course.

When killing someone,
it's definitely plumbing

that keeps you up at night.

So, based
on the victim's height

and weight,
I was able to extrapolate

that he was placed in the barrel

somewhere between
18 and 24 hours

- prior to the sugar being added.
- Unfortunately,

all I found are some
blunt force trauma injuries

on the left femur and left ribs,

three through five.
As you can see,

based on the
cross-sectional outline,

the shape of the weapon
was long and cylindrical.

Maybe a... pipe.

Dowel rod?
Golf clubs.

Rebar.
Baseball bat.

- Nunchucks...
- Guys. Our victim

was an old man
in a nursing home.

You might want to think cane.

Cane.
Ah.

Here we are.
This is Mr. Felbeck's suite.

As you can see, we provide
very spacious accommodations

for all of our residents...

uh, excuse me,
what exactly is that?

An A.L.S. I'm looking
for blood evidence.

You didn't clean
anything up, did you,

Francis?
I can assure you,

the room is exactly
how Mr. Felbeck left it.

Interesting.

The decor is quite distinct.

Most of these pieces
are French Colonial.

Yes. Um...
Mr. Felbeck had a...

a fascinating life. Yeah.

He told me he lived in Paris
for nearly 20 years.

So, did Mr. Felbeck
ever complain

about the staff members
treating him poorly?

No. None at all.

Um... He was very,
very happy here.

The staff adored him.

How about any of
the other residents?

Did they ever
complain about, uh...

staff members
treating them poorly?

Agent Booth,

my residents are in
the twilight of their lives.

So, they suffer from dementia,

Alzheimer's.

When they get confused,
there are times

when unfounded accusations
are made.

Booth, I found something.

She found something.

Oh, my...

Is this where he died?

No, this is where
he went to heaven.

My husband is euphemistically
referring to sex.

By the sheer quantity...

You're gonna need
a new cleaning service.

So...

who was Mr. Felbeck seeing?

By seeing, he means...

in-intercourse.

Yeah.

That's her, right over there,

in blue. Barbara Baker.

Poor thing. She's
been through so much.

What do you mean?

She has no family.
Oh, wow.

None at all. I mean, well,
technically, she has a daughter,

but they haven't
spoken in years.

Barbara doesn't even know
where her daughter lives.

Look at her, Bones.

She looks like my Grandma Alice.

Gram...

Excuse me.

Listen, let me just do
all the talking.

I don't want you to excite them,
or say something

that's gonna, like,
freak 'em out.

That's fine. I have no intention

of causing this poor woman
a myocardial infarction.

Hi, ladies.

Uh, Barbara Baker,

can we speak to you
for one moment?

Oh, not now.

I'm 84 and I'm playing bridge.

Whatever you need cannot be more
important than playing bridge.

It has to do with
James Felbeck.

If anyone looks at my hand,
I'll know.

Um... no...

Tell me the truth.

Is James okay?

Maybe you'd like to sit down.

Is he dead?

Yes, ma'am.

Murdered?

Yes.

Son of a bitch.

Rufus Tucker!

You bastard son of a bitch!

What are you talking about?

Stop that! What are you...?

Hey! Put down that cane!
Hey! Barbara!

Calm down... Oof! Ooh!

Hey! I said stop it!

Booth, I would say
we have our next suspect,

except I'm not sure
who seems more guilty.

Mr. Tucker or the
cane-wielder herself?

Stop it!

That's gonna
leave a bruise.

This is unacceptable.
You must arrest him.

He's a murderer.

Do I look like a murderer?

Yes.
Let's just... remain calm,

all right?
Look, all I have to do

is ask a few questions,
that's all.

You want to
question us together?

Do you have a problem with that?
Well,

Columbo always questions
his suspects separately.

That's very true.

He would separate them by...
I'm... that was...

the actor. Look.
I'm not Columbo.

My husband doesn't believe
you're true suspects.

Yeah.

- Because you're so old.
- Stop.

Thanks, Bones. Really?
I didn't...

Barbara, let me ask you
a question, please, do...

why do you think, uh,
Rufus here is involved?

'Cause he's jealous.

Ah, Ge...

Jealous of your relationship
with Mr. Felbeck?

You two previously dated?

I courted Barbara.

He asked if I wanted

to pork.
I'm sorry?

It's a line that's had
limited success.

James,

on the other hand,
was a gentleman.

He was kind and a good man.

A surprise.

Someone that I
could see myself

spending the rest
of my days with.

Mr. Tucker.
Hmm?

Where were you
the night before last?

Same as always, I was here,

uh... watching TV
until about 2:00.

Can anyone
corroborate your alibi?

The new guy.

Uh... what's his name?

It's a color, uh...

Blue? Yellow?

Yeah. No. Uh, Blackie.

Uh, well, black is not a color.

It absorbs all colors
on the spectrum...

Uh, Red.
He means Red Hudmore.

He moved in last week.

Thank you.
Go pork yourself.

Cam, I was

just about to call you.
I think...

I found cause of death.
Excellent,

but while it's just you and me,

I was hoping that we might
be able to talk.

Like talk talk.

You mean about
what Dr. Hodgins and I

were discussing earlier.
Look,

I want nothing more than to
marry you, and I know how much

you want to be a father.
Cam, can we talk about this later?

Not really.

Biologically speaking,

our options begin to shrink

in the not so distant future.

I hear you,

but when I look at you,

all I see are
limitless possibilities.

That is
the most beautiful thing

I've ever awkwardly interrupted.

Dr. Hodgins, what
is it you need?

Well, Limitless Possibilities
here sent me a text.

You've got some vertebraes
you need me to swab?

Yeah. Here, let
me show you

what I found, camouflaged
by the acid erosion.

Extensive microfracturing
on the posterior arches

of the C1 and C2 vertebrae.

So cause of death
was likely a broken neck.

All right, well, I'll swab
within the fractures for trace.

Hopefully it'll point
to whoever did this,

because at this stage,
it's anyone's ball game.

Actually, I disagree.
I've been looking at

the victim's medical charts.

James Felbeck had osteoporosis.

So his bone matrix
was compromised.

Well, yes and no.

He was taking part in a drug
study to repair lost bone mass.

And as of his last bone density
test, which was six months ago,

his T-score was +1.

+1? Doesn't
sound too promising.

Actually, it means his
bones were as strong

- as a 30-year-old's.
- And given

the severity of the damage
we're seeing, I don't think

there's any chance
one of the fellow residents

could have done this to him.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, are you
Red Hudmore? I'm FBI,

Special Agent Seeley Booth;
this here is my partner

Dr. Temperance Brennan.
You're here

because of the guy
that was killed, right?

Uh, did you know him?

Uh, no. No.

What about Rufus Tucker?
He said he saw you

in the TV room
the night before last.

Yeah, I was there till, uh...

uh, 10:00.

He kept flipping the TV channels

and talking
about his all-time favorite

television babes.

A gentleman...

would never talk that way

about Donna Reed.

Wait a second...

You were with
the 720 MP Battalion?

Don't tell me you heard of us.

I have not.
Bones,

the 720 was
the only battle-tested

MP battalion

in Vietnam. My pops,
my grandfather,

he served with them
back in the '50s.

Soldiers of the Gauntlet.

That's what they called us.

That's right.
Soldiers of the Gauntlet.

Right, well, Booth, now that
we've verified the alibi,

we should get going.

It was an honor
to meet you, sir.

Okay.

Hey, Bones, hold--
one more thing.

You know, I may need
another set of eyes

and ears on the property
while I'm gone,

in case you see anything.

I don't know if you're up
for one last case?

Okay, Booth.
Yeah.

Hey. I got the swab results back
from the fractures

of the victim's
vertebrae and ribs.

So I was right?
He was hit with a cane?

Yup. Aluminum alloy.

Very lightweight and
extremely common.

Also, um, I've got

a requisition form
here for you.

Oh. For what?
Oh, you know, nothing much.

Ballistic gelatin,
forensic-grade resin bones,

a dozen or so
aluminum alloy canes.

Also chinos, reading
glasses, and a cardigan.

I don't want to know
what you're building, do I?

No. No, you do not.

Okay... do it.

Hey, what about you?

Is that the victim's
hair I'm looking at?

No.

It's canine dander
from five different breeds.

It was found
at the crime scene.

Take a look.

Golden retriever, beagle,
Pomeranian...

Yeah, they're all
comfort dogs.

The kind used in therapy.

Also I found trace
of the victim's blood.

Which means wherever they do
this type of therapy

is most likely the room
in which he was killed.

This is the common area,
where we do our dog therapy,

among other activities.

Who had access
to the room last night?

All the staff and residents
have full access 24/7.

This is Sam,
one of our orderlies.

He'll clear the area
so you won't be disturbed.

I'm sorry, but I'm going to have
to ask the two of you to leave.

This is officially
a crime scene now.

Of course.
Yeah.

Sam, if you will.

Sam is tall.

I don't know, Bones,
looks pretty clean to me.

Nothing's disturbed, there's
no broken glass anywhere.

You might want to check
the couches over there.

My guess is that's where
they did the dog therapy.

I don't need
your assistance, Booth.

If you are bored
and need to keep busy,

I have a video on my phone
showing exactly how

a no-scalpel vasectomy
is performed.

No, no, that's fine.
Look at that--

Aubrey to the rescue.
Perfect.

Aubrey, what do you got?
Tell me something good.

Well, I just ran
background checks

on all the employees
at the retirement home.

Booth?
Hold on. Yeah?

I think I found
something.

Please tell me
it's blood this time.

It is.

However,
based on the smear pattern,

it appears the killer used
multiple cleaning agents.

Possibly as many as four.

- Four cleaning agents?
- Wait, hold on.

Did you just say something
about cleaning supplies?

Because the guy that I found
is one of the orderlies.

- Who?
- Uh, big guy.

His name is Sam Wadkins.

He got charged with assault.

Sam, six-foot-six?

Yep.

That's him, and by
the looks of the photos

from the guy
that he hit,

seems more like
attempted murder to me.

Okay, great. Thanks.
Listen, come on,

we got to get the orderly.
What is it?

We got to go find
the orderly, come on.

Excuse me, Sam?

Sam Wadkins?

Yeah.

We need to ask you
a few questions.

Booth?
Yeah?

There's blood on these supplies.

Mr. Wadkins,

will you take
a seat, please?

I prefer to stand.

Take a seat.

It'll be okay.

So, our lab found
Mr. Felbeck's blood

on one of the solvents
in your cart.

If you want any leniency,
I'd suggest

now would be a great time
to confess.

No.

I didn't do nothing.

So, what, you're thinking that
someone went behind your back

and used your
cleaning supplies?

I don't know.

I don't want to get
nobody in trouble.

Sam, why don't you tell me about
this man that you assaulted?

That was an accident.
He hit my car.

All I did was
give him a push.

Yeah?

When you're six-six, 300 pounds,

accidents can get
pretty messy, can't they?

I didn't kill
Mr. Felbeck.

He and I were friends.

We used to watch
movies together,

boxing matches.

He used to tell me about
his time as a welterweight.

He was one of the coolest
old dudes I ever met.

Okay, then, so,
as his friend,

then tell me, if not you,
who else could have killed him?

I don't know.

So you didn't see
or hear anything?

All I know is,
the last few weeks

he spent a whole lot
of time at night

in the computer lab.
Okay.

Don't ask me what he was
doing on the computer.

All he said was,
better I didn't know.

Hey, Hodgins,

Cam asked that check
on how you're progressing

on some sort
of experiment.

And now I understand why
she didn't come herself.

Hey, Arastoo,
come join us.

Allow me to introduce you to
the newest member of our family.

Preston Alexander
Hildenbrand III.

Or you can just call him Gramps.

Hodgins named him after
his maternal grandfather.

Yeah. Now,
grab a cane

and give him
a good whack.

What? No, I'm not
hitting Gramps.

Oh, you'd do it if you
ever met him, trust me.

He was the most selfish,
miserly billionaire

son of a bitch this side
of Montgomery Burns.

Honey, maybe
you should do it yourself.

You know, give him
a good whack.

Really?

It's cheaper than therapy.

This is a long time
coming, old man.

Okay.

This is very, very demented.
Yeah.

Ready...

Ooh... ah!

321 psi.

That's a...
That's a good, strong blow.

Yeah, it felt
really, really good.

The problem is the ribs
are barely fractured.

Which means the killer
is someone

significantly stronger
than Hodgins.

Or our victim's bones
weren't as robust

as they were six months ago.

I see you're, uh...

you're taking some of our
computers out for evidence.

Well, apparently
Mr. Felbeck spent

a lot of time online
before he died.

I mean, could
be nothing, but hey,

it's worth checking,
right?

I saw you also took Sam
in for questioning.

You think he's good
for it?

I don't know the guy
from Adam,

but my gut says, uh...

not a snowball's chance
in July.

Tell you what,
I got an idea.

What do you say
we go for a walk?

No, I...
I don't feel like it.

Come on.

Come on, it's good exercise.
We can go scope out

some suspects.
Well, I...

Come on, let's go for a walk.

Oh, ah, heck.
Come on.

Let me give you a hand.
Let me give you a hand.

You get that.
All right, all right...

Aah!

Red! Red, Red, you okay?
Don't move.

Hey, we need some help in here.
Red, Red, don't move.

Quick, call an ambulance!
What happened?

We were just going
for a walk, and he fell.

You were exerting him,
weren't you?

No, I didn't.

It's gonna be okay,
Mr. Hudmore.

I'm here.
It's gonna be okay.

We're gonna
take care of you.

Dr. Brennan,
here's my analysis

of the calcium phosphate
leached from the bones

due to acidification.

It's a substance called
"bone shadows."

According to your measurements,
the victim only had

20% of optimal
bone density.

Which means his bones
were so brittle,

anyone, young or old,
could have killed him.

What's strange is that,
six months ago,

his bones were
robust and healthy.

The question now is,

what caused them
to deteriorate so quickly?

No, that answer
is simple.

He wasn't taking
his medication.

The real question is,
why wasn't he taking it?

Angela, is this one
of the computers

from the retirement home?
Yeah.

And you won't believe
what I'm finding.

I assume you're referring
to pornographic material?

Enough to make
a teenage boy blush.

You'd think at a certain age
enough would be enough.

Not for the male
of the species.

They are biologically
programmed

to keep wanting
sexual gratification.

Which is why I told Booth
he needs to get a vasectomy.

Can you see if anyone was
selling their medication online?

Wait, what?

Prescription medication.
Specifically for osteoporosis.

No. The part about
you neutering your husband.

It's a rational decision.

Neither one of us wants
any more children.

Right, but Booth is Catholic.

So? We had premarital sex.

Clearly... exceptions
can be made.

Okay. You let me know
how that turns out.

Regarding the prescription
medication,

there is something
of interest I did find.

See this account?

Hattie Finnegan?

I-I don't know who that is.

Oh, she's a resident
who died a month ago.

Wait, this account is
still active.

Yeah.

And someone has
been using it

to sell prescription
medication online.

Was it the victim?
I don't know.

But whoever they are,
they've been running

some pretty questionable
searches.

I mean, anyone who
looks up naked pictures

of Donna Reed...
that's just wrong.

What, did I say something?

Booth, I know who you need
to bring in for questioning.

Mr. Tucker, we did
some digging

on the computers
at the retirement home.

We know that you were
selling James Felbeck's

drug medication online.

Good. That's excellent
detective work.

I'm sorry, you're glad
we found you out?

Well, my taxes pay
for your salary.

I'm glad to see that
they're not being wasted.

Okay. So you want to know
what I think happened?

Might as well.
I'm paying for it.

I think you stole his
medication to sell online,

replaced it with
some kind of placebo.

Felbeck found out
and he confronted you.

I see.

Uh, I take back what I said

about the excellent
detective work.

Okay.

Fine. Why don't you
tell me what happened?

Well, James came to me,
said he needed money,

asked me to sell
his medication.

Why you? Hmm?
You two close?

No.

Barely knew each other.

But he knew...
I was street.

You're street?
Yeah.

I'm very, very street.

Yeah, no, I'm sorry.
I'm not buying it.

Felbeck needed
that medication.

His bones were turning
to dust without it.

He told me he was
overmedicated.

Well, if he did,
then he lied.

All right, let's just
pretend for a second

that I believe you.

He tell you why
he needed that money?

No. He said
it was urgent.

That's all I know.
Promise.

Thank you so much for coming in.

And since you knew
Mr. Felbeck the best,

we thought we could ask you
some more questions.

Oh, of course.

Also, I just wanted you to know

that your friend, Red,

is gonna be all right.
Right.

The doctors called us.

He suffered a broken clavicle,

but he'll make a full recovery.

Were you aware of any
financial difficulties

that Mr. Felbeck had?

Oh, James never
had a lot of money.

But he wasn't
destitute or anything,

I-I did help him out

from time to time.

Groceries and whatnot.

Did he have any
outstanding debts?

Well, what do you mean?

Like to a bookie?

No, James wasn't like that.

We know he was selling

his osteoporosis medication,

which suggests whatever
he needed the money for,

had to be a matter
of life and death.

Getting back to
his past, I mean...

I understand that
he was a boxer.

He was a boxer?

When?
That's a lifetime ago.

He told me he started
boxing in his early 20s.

Before the war.

Wait, he said that
he served in the military?

Uh-huh.
What is it, Bones?

I need to get back to the lab.

Thank you, Ms. Baker.

You have been very,
very helpful.

Dr. Brennan, I ran all
the tests you requested.

Did you examine the
victim's metacarpals?

Yes, but because the bones
were submerged in acid,

all the remodeling
has been obscured.

What about x-rays?

They're right here.

There are no calluses on
the victim's metacarpals.

Which there most definitely
would be had he actually boxed.

What about the metatarsals?

Did you find any
remodeled march fractures?

No, no stress fractures at all.

Which is the most common
fracture found on soldiers.

Here, let me show you
the isotopic analysis.

Now, look at the
carbon, nitrogen,

and strontium levels present.
I take it

these do not match
someone who claimed

to have lived in
France for over 20 years.

Not even close.

However, the levels
are a match for someone

living in the
James River watershed.

Most probably
Richmond, Virginia.

So our victim lied.

He lied about his vocation,
he lied about where he lived.

He lied about everything.

Whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Cut it off, let's go.
Shut it down.

All right, listen,
I tracked down

where our victim lived
in Richmond, Virginia.

Oh, so, uh, not Paris, France?

No, he lied, but that was only
the tip of the iceberg.

Go on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,what are you doing?

I was making a little adjustment
to the recipe.

What do you think?

A little more, yeah?

What about your diet?

There are some

sacrifices that a man just
should not have to make.

Yeah, tell me about it.

So, what was the bigger lie?
Get this, okay?

The roommate in
Richmond, Virginia?

His name was Rufus Tucker.

Oh, funny, Rufus
didn't mention that.

That's right, bring
him back in now, okay?

Wow.

Two detectives.

Even more of my tax dollars
at work.

You lied to us.
Uh, no.

I...

I may have made some omissions.

Wait, wait, wait.

You're-you're right.

I lied.
Yeah.

We know about you and the
victim, how the two of you

used to live together.
We also know

that you were
accused of running a scam

at your previous
retirement home.

So, why don't you

go ahead and tell us the
truth about why you were selling

his prescription medication?
I told you the truth about that.

Remember, I promised, huh?

One of those.

Yeah, right, you ran a scam

on Barbara Baker, didn't you?
Rich widow.

No family except for
an estranged daughter.

You hit on her first.

You played the lech,
and then James swoops in

like a knight in shining armor.

You two were thick as thieves.

You really expect us to believe

that you didn't know
what he was gonna

spend that money on?
I did not know.

My assumption was
he was gonna buy a ring.

I don't pretend

to be perfect, huh?

I've lied...

I've-I've swindled.

But there is one thing I am not.

You're not a murderer.

No, I'm not.

What about Barbara Baker?

You think there's a chance
she found out about you two?

I don't know.

You really think
that a female octogenarian

could've done
something like this?

Hey, unlike Booth, I am an
equal opportunity accuser.

See, I don't
care about sex, age,

just motive and opportunity.

Okay, well,

looks like you might be right.
Check this out.

What is this?
I finally figured out

what our victim
was doing online.

This is a search for private
investigators in New York.

That's where Barbara's from.

It's also where she was living
when her husband died.

So what?

You think this could be like
a black widow killer?

I'm not saying anything yet.

Can you send this to me?

I need to figure out what
our victim was investigating.

Dr. Vaziri, I believe I
have found something of note.

Look at the distal
end of the left ulna.

Torsion spiral fracture.
I've already documented it.

Likely caused by some type
of rotational force.

I concur.

Now take a look at
the anterior planes

of the left hamate and capitate.

It's faint because of
the acid degradation.

But there are clearly
microfractures.

These suggest the victim
was holding something

that reverberated in his hand.

I need to talk to Angela.

Okay, let me get
this straight, you want me

to have our victim hit
the killer with his cane

and then compute the fractures
to the victim's own body?

Yes.

Because he wasn't taking his
medication at time of death,

the victim's bones were highly
susceptible to fracture.

So brittle, in fact,

they fractured when
he struck his killer.

To sustain

a torsion spiral fracture

to his left ulna,

he must've swung his cane
in a downward, diagonal angle.

Okay, hold on.

This is just gonna
take a second.

Even in his...

compromised state,
the victim must've swung

with considerable force
to fracture his own ulna.

Which means the killer
was likely injured as well.

Okay, guys, here we go,

with the downward, diagonal

angle swing.

It's a match.

So our killer was struck
on the left side of the skull.

Have you met anyone

with a head injury?

No.

But the downward strike
could've hit

other parts of the body.

Angela, run a new reenactment,

this time hitting the clavicle.

I think I know who did it.

Hey, Red.

Hey, Booth.

What are you doing here?

Look, Red, I know what happened.

I'm not sure what you mean.

Look, Dr. Brennan took a look

at your x-rays,

and... we know that you...
fractured your left clavicle.

Yeah.

It was an impact
fracture, they said.

From me impacting the ground.

Look, I was there, Red.

I saw what happened,
you landed on your right side.

All right?

The fracture came when Felbeck
hit you with his cane.

You want to tell me
what happened?

It was when he started
talking about the war.

You caught him
in one of his lies.

Yeah, he was bragging.

Like he was some kind
of war hero.

He didn't even serve.

No way.

I didn't even hit him that hard.

Hey.

You ready to go?
Uh, yes.

But first, we need to talk.

Cam, if this could just wait...
No.

It needs to be now, Arastoo.

You know that I love you

and I want to
give you everything

you've ever dreamed of.

But getting pregnant right...

I want to adopt.

Adopt?

No, you told me that...

I told you I want to
be a father, and I do.

More than anything.

But recently...

Cam, there are so many refugee
children out there in the world.

And I just feel in my heart
that I would be a really...

You would make
such a good father.

And I am with you.

All the way.

Booth, why are we
taking this way home?

Oh, sorry, I forgot.

Aubrey wanted us to
stop by the office.

Why?

He didn't say.

He just said that
it was important.

I see.

Bones...

you know what we were
talking about earlier?

Uh, about my, um... sniper?

I shouldn't have asked,
given your religious leanings.

Thank you, Bones,
that-that means a lot.

Also, I'm...

I'm not actually sure
I'm ready to-to close that door.

Oh, you want another one?
No.

I am completely content
the way things are.

Okay, so what are you saying?

You know, when I think
about what I value most--

you, Christine,

Hank, Parker,

even my friendship with Angela,
none of it makes any sense.

It was not planned.

So, you want me to
get you pregnant?

No!

I do not.
Oh.

We will be bagging your sniper

and I will stay on the pill.

I just-- I'm... I'm not ready
to say this is it.

What is it, Aubrey?

Hey, uh, sorry to
pull you guys in,

but, uh, I thought
you'd want to see this.

Why is Barbara Baker here?

Who is that woman with her?

That's her daughter,
isn't it?

Yeah, it turns out our victim
hired the private investigator

to track her down.

He paid the guy
with the money that he got

from selling his meds.
I don't understand.

I thought he was scamming her.
He was.

But things changed.

The unexpected happened.

He fell in love.

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