All language subtitles for Bones S06E13 The Daredevil in the Mold

- Cheers.
- Cheers. Yeah.

I really appreciate you talking to me,
Agent Booth.

- Oh, you know what? You're buying.
- Here you go.

- I just love Daisy so much. I just do.
- Yeah.

- I just love her.
- Right. I know. You said that.

- We really should change the subject.
- I can't.

- Why can't you?
- I can't- I just- I just-
She's all I think about.

Her laugh.
Her little nose. Her cute laugh.

The things she does in bed-
so imaginative.

You really have had too much to drink.

- What about you?
- Well, I got to listen to you. That's why.

Finish all that.

- You think I'm too young to get married?
- Yeah. I do.

- Yeah? Just like that?
- Yeah. Just like that. You're too young.

But love and commitment
don't have age restrictions.

- Daisy's ready.
- Yeah.

- So?
- So?

I can't imagine my life without her.

Well, let's just talk about something else.
How about sports?

- What about those Capitals?
- I wanna get married.

How about action films?
Let's talk action movies, right?

I don't wanna be your age
and wind up like you.

- What'd you say?
- I don't.

You've never been married.

- And that- that's sad to me.
- What?

I don't want that to be
where my life is headed.

You know? But I'm-
I'm gonna propose to Daisy.

I'm gonna do it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. I'm gonna do it.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah.

Yeah, well, you know what?
I'm gonna propose to Hannah.

- What?
- Yeah.

I'm- I-I-I've been planning it
for a while now.

- Really?
- Really.

Oh, my God!

Till death do us part.
I'm picking out the ring tomorrow.

- Dude, that's great. Congratulations.
- Yeah.

We should-
We should buy our rings together.

Right. It's a good idea. Okay.
Yeah, but just don't go telling the world.

- I don't wanna hear everyone's opinion.
- No, no. It's-It's-

It's stuck in my shrink vault-
my-my drunk shrink vault.

- Yeah, it is.
- Congratulations.

Mm-hmm.

That's great news.

- Oh!
- You okay, Booth? You look a little pale.

I'm fine.
You really don't have to yell either.

Okay? I can hear you. You're right here.

Geez, it's so bright up here. Isn't it?
I feel like I'm walking on the sun.

- You're suffering
from alcohol poisoning, aren't you?
- Poisoning- no.

Excessive consumption of alcohol
poisons the liver...

and depletes its supply of glutathione...

and other reductive detoxification agents.

Okay, I got it. I had a little bit
too much to drink last night.

Whoa! Okay, lookit here.
What happened to Mr. Mustard?

It looks like he was stuffed in a snuggly.

The remains have been
completely devoured by mold.

An aggressive pathogenic mold.

Decedent is male, early 20s.

But the mold will have to be removed
before I can discern...

anything else of value from the skeleton.

- Are you okay, Booth?
- He's hungover.

On a school day?

- Right.
- Was it a fun drunk
or a "hell with the world" drunk?

I had a little bit too much to drink.
I was with Sweets.

He wanted a little advice. That's all.

Ooh. About Daisy, I imagine.
I'd get soused too.

Pliny the Elder thought eating fried
canaries would alleviate a hangover.

Canaries? Right.
I'll put that on my shopping list.

Who found Captain Moldy here?

The owner of the building
came up to fix the A.C.

Sweets must view
your relationship with Hannah...

as being quite healthy
if he asked you for advice.

What happened over here?
It looks like something was dropped there.

We think the victim.

But it's very unlikely
that he fell out of the sky.

There are drag marks from that damage
to where we found the body.

Indicating someone hid the body
behind the air conditioner.

- Okay, so the victim was dropped here.
- Fallen angel?

You're not helping.
Then someone dragged him over there.

Presumably the killer.

Hide it behind the A.C.,
and he took off over there...

through the exit,
down the stairs and off into the night.

Only he didn't use the stairs.

That door only opens from the inside,
and it's alarmed.

There's no sign of it being tampered with.

Then how did they get up here?

This is a phylogenetic mold.

Deuteromycota, I think.

It couldn't have originated on the roof.

That could help determine where he was
before he was murdered.

Fisher, you're gonna
be playing that all the time?

It's surf from a beach in Hana.

The doctor said the soothing sounds...

could help dispel my sense
of dread and hopelessness.

- Oh, also herbal tea helps.
- And it's working?

Other than more frequent trips
to the bathroom, I'm chill.

Why are we listening to the ocean?

- It's relaxing.
- Please turn it off.

Why are my bones not clean,
Dr. Hodgins?

I have to determine
exactly what I'm dealing with first.

Then I'll know how to remove it
without damaging the bones.

I did x-ray the remains, Dr. Brennan,
and I marked the fractures.

There appear to be fractures
on almost every bone.

These are at least two years old.

These are about one year old.

And these are all fresh
and could possibly be cause of death.

Hmm. I hope I got 'em all.

Yes. I believe you did an excellent job
with these, Mr. Fisher.

So, who was our victim-
a moldy crash test dummy?

Well, usually I'm the one that removes
the remaining flesh from the bones.

Yes, but in this case,
the remaining flesh is mostly a fungus...

which is my area of expertise.

Okay, that won't mark the bone, will it?

No. It's nylon.

However, it's perfect for strangling.

Are you just gonna stand there?

Fisher.

Ah! What the hell?

Are you just gonna stand there?

I can't do anything
until I can get my hands on the bones.

But don't worry about me.
I have my wave sounds.

- Really?
- Yes.

I'm making mold steaks,
and you're listening to-

You can't hear me anymore.

Have you identified the mold?

You can't hear me...

so I can say whatever I want,
you morose bastard.

I can read lips.

How many bones are broken?

I can see evidence
of approximately 120 remodeled breaks.

Excuse me?

120 bone breaks
that have already healed?

Approximately. I'm not done yet.

I hope that among
all the antemortem fractures...

is some more current instance
of bone damage...

that might suggest cause of death.

With all these fractures...

we should be able to identify the victim
through medical records.

I'll put out an all-points bulletin
for a human pi�ata.

Mr. Fisher,
how long will Hodgins be with the bones?

Why is he ignoring me?

Hodgins. How long?

Oh. Uh, if I take him literally,
about eight hours.

Fine. Then you might as well...

begin cataloging the damage.

Wow.

Uh, I'm gonna need a pen and paper.

I have got some good news,
some bad news...

and some more good news.

- Start with the good news.
- Yeah.

The remains were devoured
by a Myxomycota mold...

from the Protista kingdom...

more commonly known
as dog vomit slime mold.

- That's the good news?
- Yes.

Because the mold hitchhiked a ride
to that rooftop on the victim.

And we might be able to use that
to trace his movements.

The bad news is,
the condensation runoff from the A. C...

combined with heat from the exhaust
vent, created mold nirvana.

That mold is obscuring
a lot of the evidence.

Okay, good news, bad news.

Looks like all we're left with
is some more good news.

Got a little present for us in the mold.

Ew!

The exoskeleton
of a chimney swift bedbug.

- Bedbugs? That's more good news?
- Yeah.

Tracking bedbug outbreaks?
There's an app for that.

You're really not gonna eat anything?

A hangover
can inhibit appetite for up to 36 hours.

Man, I leave town for one night,
and you get wasted.

What was the occasion?
Old army buddy?

- He was with Sweets.
- Did Sweets get drunk too?

Blind drunk. He hugged me.

You can get arrested...

for contributing
to the delinquency of a minor.

- We just had a guy conversation.
- A conversation about what?

- Nothing.
- Come on. What about?

Nah. Nothing.

Just, uh...

Sweets and Daisy, moving forward, um-

You have an idealistic
and highly romanticized notion of love.

Sweets was right to confide in you.

- What'd you say about me?
- You? Oh.

Nothing.

You were talking about love
and you didn't mention me?

Can we just talk about the murder?

Angela, men are idiots.

I know that.
And you've got one of the good ones.

You said when I worked up a likeness.

Thank God.

Yeah. Well, the facial bones
are really damaged.

- So I did the best I could.
- He looks pretty determined.

With all those broken bones,
I'm figuring daredevil.

There you are. I've been looking for you.

Oh, God. You're not gonna ruin
a perfectly good snack...

by talking about bedbugs, are you?

If you want, I can call them bunnies.

- I'd appreciate that. Thank you.
- Right. Okay.

So, there has been an outbreak
of bedbug- nies...

across the entire eastern seaboard.

But luckily for us,
the bed- bunny we found on the victim...

was a special chimney swift bed bunny.

Okay.

Three hot-sheet motels along
Lancing Avenue were especially hard hit.

By... bunnies?

Yeah. Yeah. And mold.

Oh, the same dog slime mold
that ate our victim?

Dog vomit slime mold.

I'm... just gonna finish this later.

I didn't name it.

Anyway- Anyway,
the health department, right...

they sent a truck
to pick up all the mattresses.

One of the motels said
they had stacked the stuff outside...

and it all got stolen-

by a gang of BMX bike riders.

I'm assuming you've made
some sort of connection.

Tons of broken bones?

BMX bike riders?

And maybe they wanted something
softer than concrete to land on.

Mm-hmm.

A little dry.

Good though.

Mmm. That's good.

So is this a pity ride?

I-I don't know what that means.

Well, it means that, you know...

with me being pregnant
and married and all...

that we haven't spent
much time together...

and you're trying to make up for it.

No, this is not a pity ride.
This is a work ride.

Angela, even though
you listed your reasons
for not spending more time with me...

the term "pity" suggests that I am
the one who should be contrite-

which indicates that you think
that I'm the one to blame.

Oh, whoa.

Where'd you learn to do that?

I've spent quite a bit of time
with Sweets, Booth and Hannah...

who all overvalue human interaction.

Some of it got on me.

- Do you think I'm to blame?
- I might.

Could be hormones though.

I'm not crazy about you including
Hannah in that list, by the way.

You're jealous of my friendship
with Hannah?

I wish she didn't exist.

Even though
she's delightful and fun.

She is.

I hate Hannah.

I wish she'd go away.

I don't have the power
to make that happen.

Well, you probably do, honey, but you
just don't know how to use it.

Well, even if I could,
it doesn't mean that I should.

Hannah's in the way. That's all.

I feel compelled to assure you
that even though I like Hannah...

you are my dearest friend.

Booth once told me that you
can only love one person the most.

I feel that applies to friendship as well.

You are that person to me.

Are you crying?

And it's not hormones.

##

##

# Who's gonna
bring the blood and pain? #

# Black and blue, black and blue #

# This is a war
It ain't no game #

# Black and blue
Black and blue #

# Didn't your mama tell you
not to go downtown and cruise? #

# You're gonna leave here
black and blue ##

I told you that my sketch might-
might not be exact.

Well, then I'll describe the injuries...

and maybe a witness can help you
with the new sketch.

Wow.

Am I supposed to just pretend
to be an F.B.I. agent?

- Because what I'm wearing isn't very-
- No, Angela. Just be yourself.

Just go in strong. Be yourself.

Excuse me. F.B.I. Special Agent Booth.

- This here is Dr. Temperance Brennan.
- And I'm Montenegro.

Angela Montenegro.

Hey. Pete Casriel. What can I do for you?

Are you missing anyone
from this playground?

- I beg your pardon?
- Simple question.

Do you have any kids who used to be
here all the time who aren't anymore?

It's not school, bro.
We don't take attendance here.

No lip, Pete.

- That too much?
- Yeah. Show him the picture.

You recognize this guy?

He would've broken a lot of bones.

He looks like a lot of guys.

Everyone around here has
a broken bone or two though, you know?

Aren't you a little old to be subjecting
your body to this kind of abuse?

Well, I held the world record
for the longest icepick grind...

for, like, two years
when I was a young bucko.

Just got right into the blood. Whew.

I used to ride go-carts, but I grew out of it.

Yeah, well, that's you.

Anyway, it's like
the Condor once said, man...

"You're gonna be woken up unconscious
pretty often...

if you're gonna have fun the way
I like to have fun."

Come check this out.

This is my world. This is my life.

- ##
- ##

See that? That was a massive invert.

Before he got it right, that kid broke
his arm- I don't know- three times.

Hey, uh, there's our bedbug mattresses.

- Whoa.
- You know, I've seen enough of this.

Excuse me, kid. Whoa. F.B.I. Whoa!

Hey, uh, excuse me. Hello.
The guy said F.B.I. Hello!

Everyone. Kids. Whoa, whoa. F.B.I.

Hey, guys, could- Just-
Bones, what are you doing?

- Bones!
- Brennan!

Stop!

What the hell, lady?

You should wear shin guards.

Do you recognize this young man?

Yeah, sure. That's D-Rott.

Nice sketch, Ange.

This is my world. This is my life.

That leg should be set.
You really shouldn't try to stand.

I'm okay. It's only broken a little bit.

A little bit? Does your mother know
what you're doing out here?

- What?
- She's pregnant.

- The F.B.I.'s weird, dude.
- Right.

Before they cart you off to the hospital,
what can you tell us about D-Rott?

He wiped out so many times that he was
cut and broken and bruised so much...

that he looked like he was rotting.

Hence, the moniker.

- Does D-Rott have a real name?
- Dustin. Dustin Rottenberg.

He's pretty much the best rider in
the area, maybe the East Coast.

- Is he in trouble?
- No, he's dead.

- Oh, my God.
- That explains why
he hasn't been around.

Did Dustin do something crazy?

We found him on a warehouse rooftop
in the navy yards.

Idiot.

Shouldn't you at least pretend
to be upset?

Dustin was trying to get sponsored.

He'd been doing video stunts
over in the navy yards.

He'd post them online. They're awesome.

Yeah, he wanted to get a shot of himself
jumping from roof to roof...

so... I designed a ramp for him.

Designing a ramp like that
requires extensive knowledge
of physics, geometry.

I'm a mechanical engineering student
at G.W.

The design wasn't finished yet.

- He never should've used it.
- We didn't find a ramp there.

There was someone with him on the roof.
They moved his body.

- Any idea who that could've been?
- No. Uh-

- He rode with a lot of people.
- Well, if you hear anything,
just give me a call.

Hey, what are you guys
gonna do with D-Rott's bike?

His wheels were sweet.
I'll pay whatever you want.

We didn't find the bike.

So some bastard
probably killed him for his bike?

Hey. So listen up.

Our child is not riding skateboards
or bicycles or playing football...

until he is old enough
to pay his own medical bills.

It's okay if I don't take you seriously?

- Are the hormones talking again?
- Screaming, actually.

Yeah.

Well, I'm not throwing up
for, like, months...

just so this kid can break
his leg or something.

Noted.

Ew and ew. What are you doing, babe?

I am gonna shake them through these
filters until they give me what I want.

You're getting
that mad-scientist look in your eyes.

I always wanted to be a mad scientist.

I'm living the dream, baby.

Baby.

Mwah!

So what do you want our kid
to be anyway?

I mean,
if we could decide and make it happen...

without being those annoying parents
that we hate.

- Anything I want?
- Anything.

A musician-

hard rock and '50s West Coast jazz-

who's also an astrophysicist
specializing in extraterrestrial studies...

who also has a secondary degree,
not necessarily a doctorate...

in 20th-century political theory...

and its relationship to corporatism.

Ooh, who also does
killer stand-up on the weekends.

Wow.

What about you?
What do you want our baby to be?

Well, mad scientist sounds good to me.

##

- Hey, Noel.
- This is awesome.

They're like birds that can rides bikes,
but without all the wings and feathers.

Yeah, right. Give me that.

- ##
- Hey, look, man, I'm really sorry.

Sorry for what?

Oh. I'm not here for breaking into that-

Never mind. Hey, I'm Noel.

My eyes are red from allergies.

I'm Dr. Sweets.

Cool. So you can write prescriptions.

Noel, we need you to find a bike.
We think it was stolen.

- You sure this is a good idea?
- I've used Noel before-

to tail people, to sniff things out.

If anyone can find that bike,
it's Noel. Noel.

Yeah. My powers
of observation are acute.

Yeah, I saw the stalking arrest
on your rap sheet.

Look, Noel, we think that someone
was killed for the bike.

##

- ##
- This one.

It was last seen in the navy yard.

All right, no problem.

I'm gonna need a cell phone,
a car and $500 cash to get started.

Why don't we just drop the charges
for whatever it is you stole?

- What exactly did I steal?
- I don't know.

But you stole something, right?

- Yeah, I must've.
- Mm-hmm. So we got a deal.

Fifty bucks for my glaucoma medicine?

Let me see the bike, and we'll talk.

All right, deal.

- Deal.
- Deal. Amazing.

Have you cataloged
the injuries, Mr. Fisher?

- Mr. Fisher.
- Oh.

I was trying to get your attention,
Mr. Fisher.

I'm so sorry. I was on
Hat Bang Sak Beach in Thailand.

You're of more use here.

What- What is that smell?

Oh. Reishi tea.

It's calming but makes me go, so-

- Show me what
you've learned from the bones.
- Right. Two minutes.

- I'm just gonna use the john, and then-
- I don't have the time. Now.

Okay, but the- the tea
and the sounds of the ocean-

Mr. Fisher,
I have many interns to choose from.

Oh.

Right.

Um-

Okay. Uh-

I think I may have found
the cause of death.

I've separated the bones
with perimortem breaks.

All of the breaks here
from the C4 and below...

are anterior wedge fractures-

Yes. Uh, I'm just gonna cut to the chase.

The victim died from internal decapitation.

Blunt force trauma to the chin...

which snapped the neck and killed him.

That's it.

Very good, Mr. Fisher.

Perhaps the tea's working.

I assure you it is.

I thought you said you
had to go to the restroom.

Thank you.

Hey, Noel, got your call.
What do you got for me?

Oh, I'm sorry, man. I didn't know
you were hungry. You want mine?

No, I don't want your hot dog.
The bike?

Oh, right.

That kid over there in the gray plaid shirt.

Dude must know his dogs.
These are great.

This is like my fourth foot.

I saw him shoplift down the street.
He took off on the bike.

It's sitting over there
next to the garbage can.

- Thanks.
- Anytime.

Except for the early mornings.
Are you sure you don't want a bite?

Hey! F.B.I.!

Hold! Hold! Hold!

- Come on.
- Dude.

- That's gotta be worth another 20.
- Twenty?

Where's my dog?

These are eight fake I.D.'s,
which we found on your person.

What I'm trying to do here, Orlando...

is try to figure out if you're just
another shifty kid or a murderer.

Sit down.

I didn't- I didn't murder anybody.

Okay, look- Look, I-I sell these things
for a hundred bucks apiece.

But murder? No. That's not me.

Right. So, where'd you get the bike?

- I found it.
- Found it.

- You know it's worth two grand?
- With it all beat up like that?

Yeah, the owner of this bike is dead.

Oh, this is terrible.

You know a Dustin Rottenberg,
a.k.a. D-Rott?

No, I don't know Dustin or D-Rott. I-

- I found the bike.
- Where?

Between two buildings
at this industrial park in the navy yards.

Just lying there, all beat up
and on the ground. So I took it.

See that?
Doesn't it feel good to tell the truth?

We want you to perform
a postmortem on the bicycle.

It's just like a skeleton, Angela.

The oxidized scratches are analogous
to remodeled bone breaks...

indicating they happened
quite some time ago.

Any marks without oxidation will be
considered the perimortem injuries.

We were thinking you could
recreate the bike accident.

Okay. Maybe I could, but why?

We will recreate what happened
to the human victim...

while you recreate
what happened to his bicycle.

Then we can see whether the internal
decapitation was an accident or murder.

What's that?

- What?
- What's that?

What's what?

- That chunk there!
- Hey, hey, you don't have to yell.

I was just on Nerja Beach in Spain.

Give me a second
to reenter joyless reality.

Hey, that could be
a number of things, man.

It could be a fragment of schist...

perhaps the ossification
of an organic material such as-

It's bone.

Are you sure?

I'm calm.
I'm focused. I'm sure.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Ah!

Not cool, man.

I ran a number of scenarios
on the victim's body...

I ran a number of scenarios
on the victim's body...

to explain the injuries on the bones.

Check this out.

- Whoosh!
- Why are you using toys?

I'm pregnant. I can't seem
to pass a toy store without going in it.

Boy or girl, my kid is gonna love these.

I'm sure.
How many variants are you using?

I matched the victim's injuries to each
of the following possible scenarios:

landing on two tires, one tire...

upside down, back tire...

and even on its side.

- How many injuries matched
the damage to the bicycle?
- All of them but one.

- Which injury?
- The internal decapitation.

And for that to happen,
the chin would have to hit the ground...

at a force of approximately 1,200 pounds
per square inch.

Now, no matter how I position him-

The mandible remains uninjured.

And look where the bike ends up.

Exactly where the boy
said he found the bike.

Exactly.

So our victim wasn't killed
in the bicycle crash.

After he fell,
someone struck him in his chin...

severing his head from his neck.

- That's what killed him.
- Yep.

So I found clothing fragments...

insect larvae,
wood splinters and roofing paper...

and a few bone fragments I gave to
Fisher to see if he can work his magic.

Fisher has magic now?

Sure. He gets it from the tea.
It's his secret potion.

What's this?

Yeah, I'm not sure yet.
It's some kind of glass splinters.

But there was no broken glass
on the roof.

The bone chip isn't bone. It's a tooth.

It's really discolored.

- Well, tetracycline does that.
- Yes.

Radiocarbon analysis shows the tooth
comes from someone 23 or 24 years old.

- Our victim's only 20.
- Right.

Which means the tooth
could not have come from our victim.

And since tetracycline
is used to treat chronic acne...

we're looking for
a pock-marked 23-year-old
with a missing tooth.

Keep drinking that tea, Mr. Fisher.

Why am I here? I haven't done anything.

Your medical records show
that you used tetracycline for your acne.

- Well, that messed up your teeth.
- Hey, dude.

At least I don't look like a pizza.

I'm thinking of getting those whitener
strips, in case I get a sponsor...

so I look good in the magazines.

- You wanted a sponsorship
just like D-Rott?
- We all do, dude.

Why do you think
we put up with all the abuse?

D-Rott was going after the sponsorship
that you wanted. That pissed you off.

What the hell are you saying?

- He was my friend, dude.
- Here's what I'm thinking happened.

You two got in a fight over the
sponsorship, and you killed him.

See, we found this on D-Rott.

That's your tooth. He knocked it out.

What's so funny?

Of course he knocked my tooth out.

I cut him off on the half pipe.
He went after me, and we
beat the crap out of each other.

A million people saw it.

He kept the tooth as a souvenir.
It was a joke between us.

Look. I even got one of his.

See?

- Mr. Fisher.
- Uh, okay.

We've determined that the mandible
was struck on the right side...

approximately 5.6 centimeters
from the condyle.

- Right?
- Mm-hmm.

But look at the fracture.

Looks like glass.

Okay. Good.

I thought the tea might be getting to me.

Hodgins also found
slivers of glass in the mold.

It looks like a thread
that must've been left by the weapon.

Very observant, Mr. Fisher.

I find I can be quite productive
when not being crushed by despair.

I'm glad we have a reason to tolerate
your foul-smelling beverages.

Take the thread to Dr. Hodgins.

We need to know what struck the victim.

Man, these are expensive.

What do you expect? They're diamonds.

- When you proposed last time,
did you give her a ring?
- Yeah. My grandmother's ring.

- Ah! Why don't you just
give her that one again?
- Well, she had to swallow it...

when she was in Indonesia
so it wouldn't get stolen.

- Whoa. Well, did you ever get it back?
- Yeah. Yeah.

It just doesn't seem that romantic
to propose with a ring...

that had to be fished out
of the toilet, you know?

That is kind of gross.

- Hi.
- Hi. Looking for an engagement ring,
are we?

Yes. Yes, we are.

Okay.

- Can I see this tray?
- Yes.

- It's a nice tray.
- It is.

Right?

I'd like something like that.

Oh, an excellent choice, sir.

You must be very much in love.

Yeah.

Holy smoke.

Agent Booth, that's-

Hi. I was thinking something
more along the lines of that one.

Really?

Yeah. Why?

Is she pregnant?
Do you have to get married?

No.

Well, then I wouldn't bother proposing,
not with a ring like that.

Don't listen to her, Sweets.
You get whichever ring that you want.

- No. She's right.
- I really am.

- Do you mind?
- I'm just saying
there's no returns, no exchanges.

No. No. Nope. Not.
I can't. Sorry. Can't do it.

Can't do it. I-

If I'm thinking about the money,
then I can't ask her to marry me.

Right? You were right. I-I'm not ready.

I-I'm years away from being
in your situation.

Look, I don't care what you do.
All right? I'm going for it. I love Hannah.

And I'm getting her... this one.

That's bigger than the last one.

You're a wonderful man.

A wonderful, wonderful man.

I'm quite moved myself.

Good God.

What are you gonna be like
when you actually have the kid?

I'm getting some slot cars.
I can tell you that.

She can have dolls if she wants to.

But these slot cars are so cool
'cause the wheels turn-

You said you have
something to show me.

Oh. Yeah, yeah. Uh-

So, I've added up every factor
that I can, right?

Wind working with the rider.

Wind working against the rider.

But I can't seem
to get up enough speed.

- Did you use the BMX girl's design?
- Mm-hmm.

Now, I know that she's
an engineering student...

but unless the victim
was wearing a jet pack...

there is no way that her ramp could
get him from one building to the next.

That wasn't a serious demonstration,
was it?

No.

Maybe I'll go talk to that girl again...

see if there's something
in the design that I'm missing.

Not a bad idea.

Huh.

I used your design...

and calculated every conceivable way...

that he could've gotten enough speed
to cause the damage to the roof.

But it doesn't match.

Oh, God.

- What?
- He didn't use that ramp.

It wasn't a jump from building to building.

Yeah, but he didn't drop from the sky.

Basically, he did.

This is my fault.
He tried to use my other design.

No, Staci.
Dustin wasn't killed by the stunt.

His body was dragged
to where he was found...

after he was killed.

You sure?

How do you think he got up there?

He made the jump from the ground.

He launched himself
over 40 feet in the air?

I didn't think it was possible. I told
Dustin the design was only theoretical.

I did it for class,
and the teacher flunked me.

Do you think
that you can draw the design for me?

Sure.

Well, the ramp is on the ground.

He had to be going
at least 40 miles an hour when he hit it...

to get enough height.

- See?
- Yeah, but nobody can get
that kind of speed on a bike.

- Not on that street.
- I know.

Someone had to tow him
to get a launch like that.

And whoever it was would've been
the last person to see him alive.

This graphic is based
on Staci's new ramp design.

Oh, oh, oh. Aw!

So it could've been anyone
with him that day.

Anyone with a car
that can go 40 miles an hour.

That rules out Henry Ford.

But whoever struck him
left behind these threads of glass.

Now, this is the glass thread we found
in the victim's fractured mandible.

And this- this is the thread
we found in the mold.

- Same magnification?
- Exactly.

- So they match.
- They match.

Good. What kind of glass
leaves thread like this?

Fiberglass-
the kind of spun fiberglass used in casts.

So, the murder weapon was a cast?

When I was in that BMX park,
it seemed like everybody there
had a cast on his arm.

What do we do, take samples
from every broken arm we can find?

Wait a minute.
We're not looking for a broken arm.

- What do you mean?
- He was struck in the chin...

by a blow that was strong enough
to cause internal decapitation.

- He was kicked.
- He was totally kicked in the chin.

How many broken legs did you see?

Just one.

So Forensics found
these fiberglass fibers on the body.

- So?
- So they're remnants from your cast.

Huh. I'll be damned.

Well, we hung out together,
so that's probably why, right?

Yeah, but Dustin Rottenberg's D.N.A.
was also found on your cast.

What does that tell ya?

You kicked him.

Is there- Is there any chance
that it wasn't my kick that killed him?

- Maybe it was the accident, dude.
- I don't know.

You can discuss that strategy with your
defense lawyers as far as I'm concerned.

Dr. Brennan
says you're the one who killed him.

I was really hoping otherwise, bro.

- Why'd you kick him in the head?
- I don't know. I just-

I was so amped up, man, from this stunt.

If this thing had worked, bro...

it was gonna be epic, I mean, historic.

You should've seen how fast he was
going when he hit that ramp, dude.

- You towed him?
- Yeah, man, in my van.

And you know what?
It was perfect. I saw in the mirror.

I saw the bike head for the stars, man...

like a rocket, just-

This space shuttle, right? It was beautiful.

Then when D-Rott didn't pop
over that roof and wave he was okay...

I knew he wasn't okay.

So I took the rope ladder and climbed up.
He was so messed up, man.

There was no sign of his bike anywhere.

Well, my people said that he hit the roof
with the equivalent force...

of falling out of a two-story building.

He was so pissed.

I leaned down to see if he was all right.

The dude hit me, and we just
started getting into it or whatever.

You fought?

He had a grip on my plums, man.

What was I supposed to do?
I just- I kicked out.

You kicked him in the jaw.

He had a grip on my plums, man.
It has an effect on your judgment.

I w- Man, I wish he
wouldn't have died though.

Hey, soldier.

Wow!

- You lookin' for a good time?
- Yeah.

Look at you.

- Wow.
- You didn't answer the question.

Well-

I, um-

Wow. I-I thought
I was looking for a good time...

but, you know, the truth is, I, um-

I think I'm looking for a little bit more.

Don't underestimate a good time.

I, uh- I was gonna-

You know what? I was gonna wait, but-

I, um-

I love you, Hannah...

and I just-

When I met you...

I-I really honestly wondered
if I was ever gonna meet anyone again.

Seeley-
Oh, my God.

I, uh-

Marry me.

I want you to be my wife.

I-

Oh, Seeley.

I love you.

I really do, but-

But I can't.

I'm just not the marrying kind.

I am.

I know. I know you are.

I thought we would have more time
before we got to this.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

So, what happens now?

What do you think happens now? Now.

Can we just go back?

I'll walk in here,
you tell me how good I look...

I'll say thank you, we kiss.

We'll have a nice dinner like-
like this never happened.

We can just go back.

##

Okay.

Your turn. What happens now?

I'll get my stuff out of your place.

How much time do you need?

To get out of your place...
or to get over you?

# Buckets of rain #

# Buckets of tears #

# Got all them buckets
comin' out of my ears #

# Buckets of moonbeams #

# In my hand #

# You got all the love, honey,
I- I can stand #

I do love you, Seeley.

I don't think we're done...

but I can see we're done for now.

- I'm just not the marrying kind.
- You already said that.

I've said it plenty of times before.

I guess you weren't listening.

# I've been meek and hard like an oak #

# I've seen pretty people
disappear like smoke #

# And friends will arrive
Friends will disappear #

# If you want me, honey baby,
I'll be here #

# I like your smile on your fingertips #

# I like the way that you move your hips #

# I like the cool way you look at me #

# Everything about you
bringin' me misery #

# Little red wagon, little red bike #

# I ain't no monkey,
but I know what I like #

# I like the way
you love me strong and slow #

# I'm taking you with me,
honey baby, where I go ##

You drunk?

Relatively.

Relatively, I'm drunk,
meaning I'm drunker than usual.

But, no, I am not a drunk.

You sound... something.

Hannah called me.

Just-

I really- I-I- I don't wanna talk about that.

Okay? I'm just- I'm over. I'm over it.

I'm done, okay?

So...

what happens next?

What happens next?

What-

I mean, you like evidence, right, Bones?

Well, here's the evidence.

The evidence is
that there's something wrong here.

Now, I-
I fell in love with a woman.

I had a kid.
She doesn't want to marry me.

Well, and-

And then the next woman, well, she's-

Me.

Yeah, and now-

I mean, what is it with women...

who just don't want
what I'm offering here?

- Booth-
- No. Just- You know what? Drink.

Drink. I'm just really-

I'm just mad.

I'm just really mad at all of you.

I am just mad.

Okay, so, you wanna know
how this is gonna work?

Okay, this is how this is gonna work.

Me and you are partners.

That's what we do.
We're partners. All right?

And I love that. I think that's great.

And, uh, we're-we're good people
who catch bad people.

Right? Yeah. And-And- And we argue.

We go back and forth. We're partners.

And sometimes after we solve a case...

we come here and we celebrate.

That's what we do. We celebrate.

So as far as I can see...

that is what happens next.

Are you okay with that?

Great, because, you know,
if you are, I'll tell you what.

You stay here
and you have a drink with me.

All right? Maybe, uh...

we have a little small talk, chitchat.

And if you're not, well...

you can leave.

There's the door.

And, uh, tomorrow
I'll find you a new F.B.I. guy.

- Those are my only choices?
- Yeah.

Those are your only choices.

Then I'll have a drink.

What's that mean?

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