All language subtitles for Bones S03E12 The Baby In The Bough (Extended)

- What do you know about the Caymans?
- Great diving. Why? Are you going?

My accountant wants me
to set up a tax shelter.

Tax shelter? Exactly how loaded are you?

That is an offensive way to phrase
the question, but quite loaded.

I'm betting a seven-figure advance
for my next book.

Seven... figures? Wow.
Without the decimal point?

- The publishers make considerably more.
- What's the first of those seven figures?

- Prime number. What do you do with money?
- I use it for food and rent.

- What have we got?
- Agent Booth?

Special Agent Booth. This is my partner...

- Dr Temperance Brennan.
- Somebody ran the car off the road?

The gravel makes it impossible
to get any traceable tyre marks.

The victim was doused with gasoline
and then set on fire.

Farmer three miles away saw the smoke.
Called it in.

It's female.

Probably in her early 20s.

Preauricular sulcus on the iliac.

She's given birth.

Ran off the side of the road, set on fire.
Somebody wanted her dead.

That's why I need your help. I only got
six deputies covering 400 square miles.

I'm stretched thinner than plastic wrap.

Compound fractures
to the right tibia and fibula.

Crushed manubrium, massive skull trauma.
I'm not certain yet...

...whether she died in the accident or the fire.

Shh! You hear that?

Everybody, keep quiet. Stop working.

- Do you hear that?
- It sounds like a cat.

It's a baby.

- Holy crap.
- Get a ladder down here now.

All right, let's move!

There's not a scratch on him. It's a miracle.

Well, hardly. Car seats are specifically
engineered to protect the child.

From what? Flying out of
the back of a car and landing in a tree?

He looks a little fussy. Why don't you
pick him up and give him a cuddle?

Just because I have breasts doesn't mean
that I have magical powers over infants.

I'll take him. You have fun
with the diaper bag. You look good.

Come on, little man. Whoa-ho-ho! Hi.

Why don't you say hi
to your grumpy old Auntie Bones?

No, I am not grumpy.

The... the vinyl seat melted
and fused to the body,

so we need that brought back,
and the driver's door for particulate evidence.

The kid smells a little ripe.
You might want to take care of that.

OK. I'll change him.
Just hold onto him.

- Whoa. What?
- Here you go. Got him? OK.

All right. Here we go.
We'll work together on this one.

Changing diapers 101, Bones.
Here we go. Little big man.

OK, watch your head. Here, we'll put you
down right here. Look at that. All right.

- Give me a diaper there, Bones.
- Here you go.

- Thanks. Baby powder.
- No, you know, Booth,

I have better things to do with my time.

- There's no powder.
- No powder?

Hey. Wait a minute.

- Where did that come from?
- A rip in the lining. Someone was hiding it.

I'll get an evidence bag
and ask if EMT have any powder. Watch him.

Wait. Wait, wait. Booth, there's a baby.
I don't feel comfor...

Coochie-coo.

Oh, no, no. No need to fuss.
Obviously something's upsetting you.

Children have toys.
You must have some. Let me see.

You know, elephants are not purple.
This is wrong.

Hey, look at that. He flipped over.

Bones, that's because you gotta watch him.
Jeez! OK, whoa.

All right. If you're gonna be on my jacket,
we gotta get you out of that dirty diaper.

- Whoa. OK, where's the key?
- I put it on your jacket.

- Next to the baby?
- Yeah.

Do you know that babies
put everything in their mouth?

He could swallow the key. It's so dangerous.
All right, look for the key. Shh.

Oh, look. OK, look.
Key, Bones. Look for the key.

It's not here. Oh, no.

- He must've swallowed...
- Swallowed it.

OK, here you go. Get used to him.

- What?
- That key was evidence.

You know how chain of custody works. That
kid stays with us until we get the key back.

Oh! Ah.

Ooh. Whew! That's a stream.

I've never seen anything so gorgeous
on this table before.

- Or so alive.
- Why is Dr Brennan the official custodian?

She's a registered foster parent. Russ asked
her to do it after he began his prison term.

To make sure his stepdaughters
are taken care of if anything happens to Amy.

Prodigious saliva production.

OK. Now we can determine
if the little guy really did swallow a key,

or if he has been falsely accused.

Wow. Unless he's had a hip replacement,
sounds like there's a key in there.

He liked it. Do it again.

- What are you doing?
- We're just...

We verified that the baby
did indeed swallow the key.

Then X-ray him to get a clear view of it.

He's not a plaything. And you're supposed
to be examining the victim.

We thought it would be bad
to examine the remains in front of the baby.

- Creepy formative memory.
- Then would you take him for a little while?

I'd love to.

Get used to it.
I want, like, a million of these.

Cool.

What do you think she meant
by a million? Two?

Agent Booth? Got a hit on your burned car.

- It was registered to a dead guy.
- Dead woman driving a dead man's car.

Plates expired five years ago.
Family said they sold the car for scrap

at a junkyard
in Seneca Rocks, West Virginia.

Let me guess. Junkyard guy sells off the old
heaps to people who want to get off the grid.

Operation got shut down two years ago.
No one's seen him since.

Let me know if forensics finds anything
to help Bones ID the remains.

Is it true Dr Brennan's taking care of
the baby? That's something I'd pay to see.

Goodbye, Charlie.

The victim exhibits enlarged
hypertrophic lesions at muscle attachments.

The result of strenuous activity,
most likely occupational.

Ligamenta flava shows evidence of whiplash.

All the perimortem injuries
are consistent with vehicular trauma.

Zack, grind some bones
so Hodgins can perform an isotope analysis,

maybe figure out where she lived.

- Junior made us a little present.
- The key, finally.

Not yet. This is just the usual present,
but with one major difference.

- I assume pink isn't a normal colour for this.
- Does yours ever look pink?

- No, but I'm not an infant.
- Where is the baby?

In your office.
I was gonna start the reconstruction.

- He's my charge. I'll sit with him.
- Let me run some tests.

Actually, one time when I was visiting
my cousins, we ate a lot of beets.

- And the next day...
- Zack, really, too much sharing.

You know, you look very mom-like
with that baby monitor.

I have responsibilities
as a foster parent.

- I already bought him toys and clothes.
- Ah, you bought him clothes.

I sent an intern who loves bears,
which in reality would devour a small child.

- I tested the bone for strontium.
- Strontium is found in most rocks.

Humans absorb it through the consumption
of local vegetation and water.

Over time the isotope collects in the bones...

You can use it to figure out
where someone's from.

That is right, people.
I am a constant surprise.

I don't understand. He's been fed.
He was changed.

- I patted him. Now he's complaining.
- He's acting like a real baby.

The victim was from northern West Virginia.
Tucker County, to be more precise.

Are you sure?
The crash was in Pendleton.

Particulate matter collected
from the salvaged area of the car

contained guano from
a Corynorhinus townsendii viginianus.

So we know where to look.

- Aren't you gonna go?
- I figured you would.

- Aren't you responsible?
- You're the baby daddy.

- Baby daddy?
- You have prior experience with infancy.

- You can be the daddy mommy.
- Get your act together or I'll sue for custody.

This is my rendering of the victim.

There are numerous genetic similarities.
Cam's running DNA tests to be sure,

but I'm comfortable with the assessment
that this was the child's mother.

He misses his mother. He's sad.

We need to go to Tucker County.

The last coal mine closed
eight years ago. This is a ghost town.

- The local economy is devastated.
- Could be why our victim drove a junker.

She couldn't afford
the registration, insurance.

I don't want to sound insensitive here,
but real estate, it's gotta be a steal.

You could build yourself a beautiful house
on the river. I could come out and fish.

You could put in one of those media rooms.
I saw a 103-inch flat-screen TV...

I don't need another residence, Booth.

Just, you know, trying to give you
a little financial advice, that's all.

He seems so peaceful.

He has no idea that he's all alone.

Maybe that wasn't his mom.
Maybe there's a dad.

No one filed a report, Booth.
No one's worried about him.

Yeah, well, you are.

There's someone.

- You people are from the government?
- Yes, sir. We're with the FBI.

- You're training them young, I see.
- If you could just help us...

Like the government helped us when the
bridge washed out, when the school closed.

The business and industry left the area.
The local tax base is nonexistent.

The government can't be expected to provide
services without fiscal means to do so.

What's she say?
Are you from France?

Economies live and die. When they expire,
the logical thing to do is to move.

This land is part of me. I've lived here
all my life. My father before me. His father!

- Paul, who are you hollering at now?
- They're from the government.

- Oh, my God! You have no right at all!
- Hey, hey, hey.

Taking people's children away?
You should be ashamed.

That girl does the best she can
to provide for Andy.

Andy? Do you know this baby?

Yeah. The folks up the street.

Carol and Jimmy Grant. They take care of him
when his momma works.

- Is that his mother?
- Looks like her.

But you should check with the Grants.

What's going on?
Did something happen?

Yeah, that's Meg. Meg Taylor.
We all went to high school together.

- Me, Jimmy, Meg and Meg's husband Lou.
- Back when we had a high school.

- Meg's husband? He still live around here?
- I haven't seen him lately. Not that I'd want to.

He's in and out of jail,
does anything for a drink.

Left Meg before Andy was born.

I'm not sure he's even laid eyes
on Andy more than twice.

Meg worked herself to the bone.

We couldn't have one of our own,
so we were real happy to help Meg out.

Meg would have to pry her away from him
at the end of the day.

- Where did she work?
- Uh, Fallbrook Rubber. They recycle tyres.

They turn 'em into ground coverings
for playgrounds and such.

It's one of the only places left to work.

How about the two of you?
You're both currently unemployed?

No. I work part-time looking after
some of the buildings they shut down.

Jimmy used to teach high school and I did
project management, mostly for construction,

but now, we do what we can.

This town used to be something.
We were on the scenic route.

You know, people would come to visit.
It wasn't all coal.

What'll happen to Andy?
We can watch him.

He's gonna have to stay with us for now.
Can you tell me where Meg lived?

It looks like
everything's closed down.

Probably lost all its customers. No bridge.
The highway routes all the traffic away.

Brennan.

Got the scoop on the poop.
It was pharmaceutical dye

used to colour the phenobarbital
that showed up in his tox screen.

- Andy had phenobarbital in his system?
- Oh, his name's Andy?

Adorable. I had a dog named Andy.
That came out wrong.

- Why phenobarbital?
- It's often prescribed for seizures.

- Perhaps the infant is epileptic.
- Don't say that. Andy's gonna be just fine.

He was breast-feeding,
so he could have ingested the drug that way,

but the depth of colour makes it unlikely.

We're on our way to his mother's.
I'll see if I can find a prescription bottle.

- OK.
- No, no, no.

- What?
- No, no, no, no. Look.

Front door is open. You stay here.
There is a baby involved.

If you hear gunfire, anything like that,
drive away.

- I'm not leaving you.
- Yes, you will,

because this is about the baby,
not me. Promise me.

I promise.

Ho!

Easy. Both hands to the ceiling.
Nice and easy. Right there.

Whoa!

Easy! God! You know,
I asked you very nicely.

We will find out what happened
to your mother, I promise.

You know, Booth is an excellent investigator

and I don't like to boast,
but I am the best in my field.

What do you want? Uh...

How... how about some visual
and auditory stimulation?

OK, let's see. Um...

- I told you, I'm Meg's husband. I live here.
- Then why did you break the front lock?

I didn't do it! Somebody else broke in!
I thought I'd come in and check on Meg.

Oh, you live here? Or you came by
to check on Meg? Which one is it?

- All right. Now you got me all confused.
- Yeah, I bet.

Look, Meg bails me out sometimes
if she can.

When I saw she wasn't here,
I just figured I'd, you know, help myself.

- How often do you steal from your wife?
- It's not stealing. She likes to help me.

Yeah. Meg's dead. She was killed.

- How?
- Well, you seem shocked.

Well, of course I am!

- Where were you last night?
- Last night?

I don't remember.

Phalanges!

Phalanges, phalanges, phalanges!
Dancing phalanges! Dancing phalanges!

Yeah.

Booth thinks that bones are dry and boring,
but... Show me your phalanges!

Bones. Her husband. Real genius. Doesn't
even remember where he was last night.

We've got your son.
His mother's dead. Now you're...

Oh, no, no, no. I never wanted that kid.

She did it because she thought
it would straighten me out,

but I couldn't handle a kid.
I'm a free spirit.

What you are is a drunk, Lou.

I need a forensics team and a car
for a burglary suspect and possible murderer.

Whoa! I didn't kill her.

Why would I?

Who else would feed me?

I've determined
a size and shape for the key.

Did you reference it
against key patents?

Yeah. The closest match is an old design
used for safe-deposit boxes and banks.

I'm looking into banks
that still use them.

Most safe-deposit keys are coded.

Well, we couldn't get a clear enough picture
without exposing Andy to too much radiation.

OK.

How many, exactly?

- Excuse me?
- Kids. A million seems a little impractical.

I don't know.
I kind of have a thing for chaos.

I guess I'll stop when the Feds
need to airlift me in supplies.

- You don't by chance live in a shoe, do you?
- You don't want kids?

Mm... Screaming, crying,
vomit, other bodily fluids...

It's like a day around here.
Not worth giving up this body for that.

Mm.

Let's see what you got there.

OK, Bones, sweep's finished.
It's all yours. Come on.

The phenobarbital was prescribed to Andy
at a clinic over 50 miles away.

- Probably the closest medical care they got.
- It's a harsh drug to give to a child.

It's quite sweet, these pictures.
She really loved him.

Check this out. Somebody had
a doctor's appointment in DC yesterday.

- Maybe that's where they were headed.
- We'll need this and Andy's medical records.

I'll have them sent to the Jeffersonian,
cos that's what we do.

Brennan.

I've made some discoveries.
Is this a good time?

- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- OK...

Zack?

Hello?

- Dr Addy.
- Oh, it's Dr Brennan.

- Oh, is this a better time?
- No, no, no.

- Then why call back?
- I wasn't speaking with you.

- I believe you are.
- I was saying no to Andy.

He grabbed my necklace.
Here you go. You were saying?

Our victim had healed compression fractures
in her L1 and L2 vertebrae.

- From a traumatic injury?
- No. Malnourishment.

She also has some minor deformities,
including a slight bowing of the legs,

and bony outgrowths
at muscle attachments.

- Were there painkillers in Andy's tox screen?
- No. Just the phenobarbital.

First the key, now jewellery.
What's next? A bowling ball?

I'm watching him. Meg had bone conditions
that would've caused chronic pain,

but she wasn't taking pain medication.

Here. Probably because she didn't want
it affecting her... you know, her... her supply.

You mean her breast milk?
You know, you can say the word "breast".

- Yeah, I know, Bones.
- Didn't Rebecca breastfeed Parker?

- You know... I am not discussing that.
- Would "teat" make you more comfortable?

- I'm not talking teats!
- Why not?

Enough! So our victim
wasn't taking any painkillers?

No. But her occupational markers
in her lateral epicondyle and lower discs

suggest her job requires manual labour.
Her pain might have been excruciating.

Probably had no choice.
Jobs around here are pretty scarce.

- What do you say we go talk to her boss?
- Were you breastfed? I was.

What? Yesterday was her day off.
When she was late today, I just...

God! Who did it? What happened?

We're not sure yet.
How long have you been the manager?

Three years now.
It's the only real business left around here.

Meg's job involved physical labour.
Were you aware of her spinal condition?

The pain? Yeah.
I offered to put her on disability.

She said she and the baby couldn't get by on
that. She was tougher than half the guys here.

Poor little bug.
I got five kids myself. I can't imagine.

Any reason to think Meg was in trouble?

No, I was her boss.
She didn't confide in me.

How about that husband of hers?
He was trash on a cracker if I've ever seen it.

- They weren't together.
- Doesn't mean he ain�t jealous.

- Maybe someone told him about Shepard.
- Who?

Dave Shepard. Some accountant
from corporate headquarters in DC.

He was here for a week.
Left a few days ago.

He was here to cut costs.
We've all heard that before.

- Goodbye, jobs.
- Was there anything between Meg and Dave?

Guy was kind of slimy, you know? Offering
to buy her sodas, asking about her kid,

all the time looking at her... you know...

Breasts?

- Meg return the attention?
- He was from the city, had money.

After her deadbeat of a husband,
you can't fault her.

The only guy Meg cared about is right there.
She would've done anything for this kid.

Do a check on all the employees

and also give me the contact information
on this Dave Shepard out of DC.

Lou Taylor didn't do it. He was in jail. They
picked him up passed out in another county.

- Booth?
- Hold on. Well, you know what?

If Lou didn't toss the place, then somebody
else did. So just keep checking for prints.

Somebody else is looking for that key.

- Booth?
- Yeah?

Andy's making that face again.

- Next time, you're changing the diaper.
- There are a series of numbers on it.

These keys were coded to indicate
the specific bank, so read me your numbers.

36, 09, 20, 14.

OK. It's searching.

Got it. It's from Green Hills Bank
in Petersberg, West Virginia.

- I'll send directions to your phone.
- Thanks.

No problem. How's my little bruiser?

He looks pleased that a piece of metal is
no longer passing through his intestinal tract.

- No more metal. No more metal.
- His legs are bowed.

- All babies' legs are bowed.
- Not like this.

How could I have missed that?

Tell Zack to run a P-ratio test
on the victim's teeth.

Sure thing. Take care of him, sweetie.

I will.

We've got the bank's address.
It's one town from Huntsville.

Great. I'll request a warrant.
That'll give us time to go to Family Services.

- No. Not yet.
- I know this is difficult,

but we agreed that we keep Andy
to get the key. Now we have the key...

You can't leave him with Family Services
in the middle of nowhere.

- Cam needs to review his medical records.
- There are doctors there.

You have no idea
what that place will be like, Booth.

- Med students, underfunded, understaffed.
- Bones...

His mother is dead
and his father is a felon.

I've been in his situation.
I'm not turning him over

until I'm satisfied he is somewhere safe
where he'll get the care he deserves.

Fine. He can stay with us. For now.

- Thank you.
- OK. I'll go lock the back up.

- Let me know if you need anything else.
- You like elephants? Huh?

The bank manager said Meg was a new client.
Only got this box a few days ago.

- Ooh.
- Uh-oh.

Uh-oh is right.

Oh, Andy.

What kind of trouble was Momma in?

There's a sticky residue lining the trigger.

I see fragments of a foreign object
inside the barrel. We need to take this.

Meg Taylor didn't own a firearm -
at least not legally.

We need to find out
where Mommy got the gun, don't we?

Hey. Someone filed off the serial numbers.

You think I didn't know that
before I handed it to you? I mean, I am FBI.

Not just some guy
who changes your stinky diapers.

It's been fired recently.
I'm finding gunpowder residue.

Gunpowder's not gonna get me
the owner's name. I need fingerprints, DNA.

Are there any pools around here?

It's a pretty depressing job,
keeping an eye on the ruins,

but I try to think positive, like I'm keeping
'em safe until they open up again.

The chemicals are down here.

Thanks.

Can I hold him? Just for a bit?

OK. Just for a little bit.

All right, Andy?

Know of any medical conditions
Andy was being treated for?

Meg never liked
to share her problems.

But I mean, Andy's always seemed just fine.
Is he sick?

We're just checking.
Must've been a nice pool.

Yeah. Uh, coached the high-school team
once, back when I was teaching.

Perfect. Muriatic acid.

Bones, what are you doing?

Hey, I get it.
Someone filed the numbers off, didn't they?

- How did you know that?
- She's using the acid to react to the metal.

It restores the original etchings.

- I taught science.
- You must've been a good teacher.

I got the numbers.

OK, great. Thanks.
We'll be back soon.

Agent Charlie found the owner of the gun.
He's in DC.

I'll drop you back at the lab
then go talk to him.

Any news about the accountant who flirted
with Meg? The one her boss mentioned?

Dave Shepard? He was supposed to be
back in Huntsville days ago.

Didn't show up at work and he's not at home.

You think he killed Meg and ran?

Well, maybe. And then again,
maybe Meg killed someone too.

We don't know who fired the gun.

I tell you what, I can't wait to find that Dave
Shepard and have a little chat with him.

Hey...

- The little guy really likes you, huh?
- I've been feeding him.

It's the normal socio-ecological phenomenon
of bonding with the food provider.

Sure.

That's what I thought.

I completed the P-ratio test
on our victim's tooth.

What does that mean?

Indicators in the teeth are the primary
expression of certain genetic diseases.

Genetic diseases?

Meg had bone deformities which
could be the result of malnutrition.

But also might be congenital.

Does that mean Andy has something?
Is that why he's taking phenobarbital?

It means it could be any number of things.
It's best not to speculate.

Well, that sounds bad.

The records from the clinic
are pretty shoddy,

but I'll cross-reference them
with your findings.

And Family Services called again.
They asked about picking up Andy.

- Not until I know his condition.
- I'm sure the DC branch has good doctors...

- Why is everyone so keen to get rid of Andy?
- We aren't. But this is a forensic lab...

I'm still his legal foster parent.
I need to know his condition.

I'll get right on it.

- What have you got?
- The owner of the gun is Earl Delancy.

- I know that name.
- From Fallbrook Rubber's roster.

Delancy worked there.
Says he came to DC looking for work.

Great. Hold onto that. Thanks.

Mr Delancy. You worked at Fallbrook
Rubber before you came to DC.

Yeah. I got laid off a couple of months ago.
Surprised that place is still in business.

- So you knew Meg Taylor?
- Sure. Yeah.

Can't picture her with a gun, though.
She was sweet as they come.

- The gun was registered to you.
- I haven't seen it in a couple of years.

I pawned it
when things started getting tight.

It's illegal for pawn shops to buy guns.

You seen Huntsville?
People will do whatever it takes to stay afloat.

It says here that you assaulted
the plant manager when he laid you off.

- You also took a swing at Dave Shepard?
- Yeah.

That son of a bitch drives up
from DC every few months

and when he leaves,
five more of us are out on our asses.

Sure I took a swing at him.
I'd do it again, too, if I ever saw him.

- Where's the pawn shop?
- Corner of Elm and Wilson.

Went out of business, though. Too many
people selling, not enough people buying.

This gun's covered in a fine dust of
particulate matter. It'll take a while to ID.

The fragments inside the gun's barrel
are bone.

Really? To get blowback like that, somebody
would have to have been shot point blank.

In the head. Brain tissue
means they're from a frontal bone.

Wow. Think maybe
our victim shot somebody?

If she did, then why would she put the gun
in a safe-deposit box? It's not logical.

Yeah, you're right.
Well, we'll soon know for sure.

- What do you mean?
- I identified the residue on the trigger.

It's burned skin. The finger must've gotten
caught when the shooter fired the gun.

Cam should be able to get some DNA.

The pawn shop closed last year.
No one has seen the owner.

This gun could've been
floating around for months.

Hey, little man!

Yeah, Bones, what's with the Muzak?

I'm on hold. There's a proven link
between poverty and violence.

More people competing
for scarcer resources.

The bottom line is we're not gonna know
if the gun owner is telling the truth.

- Dr Brennan?
- Oh!

- Yes, I'm still here.
- Oh! Hey, hey.

Well, then tell the Congressman
I'd appreciate a call back. Thank you.

Congressman?
Oh, what is Bones up to, huh?

Just putting in a few calls. I've contributed a
great deal of money to numerous campaigns.

- These politicians owe me.
- That's not how it's supposed to work.

If the government fixed that bridge into
Huntsville, they'd be back on the scenic route.

OK, what about the lack of fiscal resources?

They found millions
to build a bridge to nowhere in Alaska.

- Do you need to burp?
- No.

- I was talking to Andy.
- I know you were.

So, what's up with the little guy here?
How's his condition? Any news?

Cam's looking at his records,
consulting with paediatricians.

He's gonna be just fine, isn't he?
He's a tiger.

Tiger, tiger, tiger, tiger,
tiger, tiger, tiger, tiger, tiger.

Development would be heightened
if you didn't talk like a fool.

- What were you doing?
- I wasn't doing anything.

- You were going...
- I never did that.

That's what you sounded like.

I have some info about the skin
Hodgins found on the gun's trigger.

- It was male. Not Meg Taylor.
- So Meg was either an accomplice...

Or she witnessed the murder,
got her hands on a gun, then hid it.

Whoa. Excuse me.

Booth. Yeah.

We just found our missing accountant.

He used his credit card to check into
a motel near Huntsville. Great. Thanks.

Local police are picking him up now.

Right there.

You're kidding me, right?
You're not Dave Shepard.

- I know.
- How did you end up with his credit card?

It was inside that bag. I found it
in a trash heap near the old coal mine.

- I thought I got lucky.
- Was there blood when you found it?

I guess. Hey, can I have the sweaters?
They're really soft.

I'll take the bag, everything in it.
Cut him loose.

Cut me loose? Hey, I don't mind staying here.
You know, a couple of nights, maybe.

What do you say? Couple of nights.

This Dave Shepard is an accountant? That's
not a profession I associate with killers.

Booth thinks our victim
may have seen Shepard shoot someone.

He's been missing since her death.
He could've killed her, too.

Yeah. Well, tell Booth I just found the guy.
Or parts of his skull, anyway.

I ran the DNA from the blood
on the duffel bag

and the frontal-bone fragments from the gun
through CODIS. Both his.

So Shepard isn't our killer,
he's another victim.

He was shot in the head by a male
with a gun Meg Taylor was trying to hide.

- Hey, you wanted me?
- Yeah.

There was a flash drive
in Dave Shepard's duffel bag.

- It's crushed.
- That's where you come in.

Did he find something
that could've gotten him killed?

OK. I'll get right on it.

- Did you call the paediatrician?
- On his way.

You know he's good?
We have to be certain...

He's the chief of paediatrics at Children's
National Medical Center. He's the best.

Hi, beautiful. You coming to visit?

Yeah. I need some cotton swabs
and some bleach.

I'm cleaning dried blood off that flash drive.

You do want kids, don't you?

What?

Kids.

- Small humans.
- I'll admit, I only ever planned on one or two.

- But if you want a million, I want a million.
- Really?

Absolutely. I don't care
if you're mushy and shapeless.

Puffy from constant hormonal fluctuations.
I'll still find you sexy.

- Well, I'm not gonna look like I'm...
- It's OK.

When you get wider, there'll be
more of you to love. We should start now.

Why wait till we get married?
Who knows how long your divorce'll take?

Hodgins...

Your computer is... It's beeping.

Oh.

- That's interesting.
- What?

Dust from the gun was composed of silica,
sulphur compounds and synthetic rubbers.

Sounds like tyres.

The gun was used
at the tyre recycling plant.

I'm not gonna get wider.

- Thanks.
- What exactly are you looking for?

Anything that'll help us figure out what
happened to Dave Shepard and Meg Taylor.

OK, people. Back to work!

You let them do their job.
They'll let us do ours.

Where are you going? Hey, Bones.

Hey, pal. Here. Hold onto that for me.

Bones, where are you going?

Hey!

Booth, look at this.

Turn off the machine.

- If I needed a dead body to disappear...
- This would be a thorough way to do it.

How often do you ship out
a load of this mulch?

We collect a week's worth at a time.
We bag it up every couple hours.

Dave could still be here.

It's this lot right here.

Bones. This lot was collected
right after Dave's disappearance.

- Everything's washed and sanitised.
- All the evidence has been washed away.

Not necessarily.
Scoop up some of the mulch.

Put it in this water.

- Next bag.
- What exactly are we doing here?

I'll explain in a minute.

- Try the next bag.
- Next bag.

Next bag.

The rubber pieces float, see?

But bone...

Sinks. We just found Dave.

Tell the manager to shut this plant down.

- Brennan.
- Brennan, it's me. Turn on your video stream.

- Is Andy all right?
- The paediatrician is examining him now.

The baby is fine. Take a look at this.

I recovered most of the memory
from that flash drive.

Shepard's audit showed a different set of
numbers than those reported to headquarters.

- Somebody doctored the reports.
- Siphoning money into an account.

Dave figured it out. That got him killed.

And if Meg knew about it,
the killer would want her dead, too. Come on.

- Hey, where's Barnett?
- Chip left.

- Where'd he go?
- He said he had an emergency at home.

Oh, damn!

You're under arrest for eluding an agent.

I'm sure we'll be throwing in a few murder
charges as well. You know your rights, yeah?

It's only a matter of time
before they close the plant.

- So you embezzled from the company?
- A man does what he has to.

- That justifies killing two people?
- Shepard was gonna turn me in.

- So you shot him. Meg witnessed it.
- She wanted money to keep quiet.

- Take her kid to some doctor.
- You knew where she was headed?

You followed her
so you could kill her with no one around.

I didn't want to kill her. I went to her trailer,
looked for the gun first. You do what you...

There was a baby in that car,
you son of a bitch!

Hi.

Hey.

- One of the techs found this in Meg's trailer.
- What is it?

A letter that Meg wrote
to her friend Carol Grant.

Hey. Andy has a genetic condition.

- What is it?
- Vitamin-D-resistant rickets.

Meg had a mild form.
She probably didn't even know she had it.

Males are prone to
more severe cases than females

so Andy would've exhibited
more extreme symptoms.

Including seizures. The clinic
probably prescribed phenobarbital

- without searching for underlying causes.
- Is Andy gonna be all right?

Absolutely.

Very treatable. My friend can treat him
as an outpatient. Andy's gonna be fine.

Thanks, Cam.

- Really.
- Mm, don't mention it.

- Yeah!
- You're gonna be fine.

Looks like our little guy's gonna be just fine.

The little guy.

Andy.

Andy's gonna be just fine.

You should read this.

Dear Carol, if anything
happens to me, take care of my Andy.

I know you don't have much.
None of us do.

But you have love, and I know Andy
would be lucky to be part of your family.

You know, I'm gonna miss that little guy.
And so are you, so don't deny it.

I'm not ashamed to say that I've developed
a certain affection for Andy.

- It's a natural by-product of care-giving.
- Yeah.

So, what do you think, huh?
Change your mind about having kids?

- Booth...
- OK. All right.

You got some time.

- Not that much time.
- Booth!

- Hey!
- Oh! Now look what you did.

What I did?
You're the one who hit me.

- What is all this stuff?
- What?

It's information Carol gave me
from a structural engineer.

Ah. So you took my financial advice, didn't
you? Hm? You're gonna build that home.

No. The Congressman couldn't help,
so I'm rebuilding the bridge into Huntsville.

- I've hired Carol as the project manager.
- Wow. That is gonna cost a fortune.

To you it's a fortune. But with my advance
and selling the movie rights...

I get it. You know, I thought you said
that towns lived and died like organisms.

That sometimes
we should just let them go.

Sometimes all it takes is one thing,
like a bridge, for a town to start recovering.

Back on the scenic route,
the gas stations could reopen, restaurants.

Maybe a bed and breakfast.

Wow.

Listen to you. Good for you.

You know, it's, um... it's a shame.

What?

- No kids. Who'll be proud of you?
- I don't do it for that.

Yeah, OK. I know. I know.

With next year's book, you should get
that second home in the town you saved.

It only makes sense, right? Because every
year, the plasmas get cheaper and cheaper.

- Forget it.
- What? Andy's gonna miss his Auntie Bones.

Gonna want to see you.
We could all go fishing, come back home,

plop ourselves in front of that big 103-inch
plasma screen of heaven and football.

- And you can make the five-layer dip.
- Seven.

Even better. Seven layers. Perfect.
You can talk to Andy.

"Hello, Andy. Little man, little baby, baby..."

What's that mean?

ENGLISH SDH