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Holy Mother of God. Ugh!

Jeez!

- Booth, what do we have here? - Bet I know. That's...

- lasagne, fishy rotten cat food and... - vulcanised rubber.

- Excellent olfactory talent, Hodgins. - What happened?

Guy tried to beat the light, got T-boned by a tractor trailer.

- What was the semi carrying? - Aquarium sand. But...

No natural gas or propane? No explosion? No fire?

- No corrosive chemicals? - What do you need me for?

You might wanna prepare yourself.

- Or not. - Oh, man.

How bad does garbage gotta stink to cover the smell of a dead body?

- I think the victim was a minor. - If you agree, this falls under FBI jurisdiction.

It's a male.

Yes. An adolescent.

Flatworms, necrophagous flies and beetles.

He's been garbage for about three weeks.

I didn't mean that the way it sounded.

Fractures to the cranium, sphenoid and occipital regions.

Neck's broken. And the femur is shattered.

- From the garbage truck flipping over? - No.

This damage is more congruent with a fall.

- What you got? - It's organic.

Whatever it is, he brought it with him from the crime scene.

- How much of this are you gonna need? - The whole disgusting shebang.

Ugh!

- Everything? - Everything.

He was wrapped in a shroud?

Angela's analysing the stains while Hodgins figures out what they're made of.

No finger pads left for prints. Dental records?

FBI's on it.

Multiple shards of leaded glass embedded in the remaining tissue.

Massive contusions congruent with a swan dive onto a hard surface.

Take a look at the upper spine.

Weighted impact against the scapula and clavicle.

- He was struck? - Yes, but not hard enough to kill.

Private garbage hauler. Not strict about their routes.

Driver can't be sure where he picked the victim up.

- No visible tats or track marks. - You sound surprised.

- It's pretty obvious. It's a junkie or a hustler. - Why make that assumption?

Not many kids from the suburbs end up riding in garbage trucks.

Hey, guys. Wanna see something cool?

You're familiar with the Shroud of Turin.

Image of Christ's face on the inside a burial cloth.

- Right. Booth's a good Catholic boy. - It was revealed to be a hoax.

- It wasn't a hoax. - OK. Whatever you wanna believe.

This is no hoax.

On the fabric covering John Doe's skull,

there are tissue stains around the eye sockets, the nose and the mouth.

This is essentially a photo negative of his features.

Are you saying you have enough to assemble a face?

I call it the Shroud of Montenegro.

I used computer tomography to create x-ray slices of the underlying facial architecture.

Selective laser centring allowed me to map unimprinted areas.

Skin tone and hair colour were extrapolated based on Dr Saroyan's data.

I'm no expert, but he sure doesn't look like a street kid.

I'm running our face through the Center for Missing and Exploited Person database.

- That's a lot of kids. - These are just the locals.

- Let's hope we don't go national. - Search street kids and the foster system.

- Why? - Statistically, that's where he comes from.

It's far too early to start narrowing our focus.

- Runaways, street kids, foster system. - Dr Saroyan's the boss.

I've autopsied many kids. Car accidents, drug overdoses, drownings -

fine, it's a broad search.

Kid in a dumpster - it's a runaway, street kid or foster system.

- Cam's right, Bones. - Got it. Dylan Crane, 17.

This is why I was appointed this job, to streamline the process.

Honours student from a nice neighbourhood in Alexandria.

Oops.

He disappeared three weeks ago with his girlfriend, Kelly Morris,

who is in the foster system.

Good. There we go. I guess your first move is to find Kelly Morris.

No. The first move is to inform the Cranes that we just found their son.

- Are you positive? - We don't need to identify him to make sure?

- I need to see my son. You understand? - Mr and Mrs Crane, I realise this is very hard,

but the reason why we asked you to come here...

- I'm a forensic anthropologist. - I don't understand the significance of that.

I'm called in when a victim is too decomposed to identify.

Oh, God.

I was able to identify Dylan beyond the shadow of a doubt. I'm sorry.

- That's Dylan. - How did he die?

He fell. From a height of approximately 50 feet.

Suicide?

Is there any reason to believe that your son was despondent?

Dylan? No. He was a smart, happy kid.

Problems at school? Spending too much time on the internet? Anything like that?

His life centred around this girl that he was seeing.

- Was this Kelly Morris? - Yes. You read the missing persons report.

- So you know Kelly's in a foster situation? - Have you seen her since Dylan disappeared?

- No. - We were hoping they ran away together.

- Why would they do that? - We told Dylan to stop seeing her.

Why?

Dylan met her at Harbor Plaza where the street kids hang out.

Dylan was getting ready to go to MIT. She's already dropped out of high school.

We didn't prepare him for a girl like Kelly.

- You mean a foster child? - Bones.

Whatever happened to my son, it happened because of Kelly.

We're gonna find her and we'll talk to her.

Dr Brennan, I can see that you think that we're being hard on Kelly.

But my son...

My son was a good kid, with his whole life ahead of him.

Kelly's foster mother is gonna meet us in my office.

OK.

She says Kelly took off a couple of weeks ago with most of her belongings.

You OK, Bones?

- I was a foster child. - Yeah, I know.

Do people always assume the worst of me?

I know that you hate psychology, but those people, they just lost their son.

They need to blame someone.

Poor Dylan. He was a good kid.

He was a good influence on Kelly.

Trying to get her back into school.

And he was good to Alex. Treated him just like a little brother.

To the best of your knowledge, were Kelly and Dylan sexually active?

I know they were.

I'm afraid I caught them in Kelly's bedroom.

I had to forbid Kelly to bring Dylan into the house after that.

- Why? - It's the rules.

They're underage and Kelly's a ward of the state.

I knew it might force Dylan and Kelly to find other places to be together,

to feed into their own Romeo and Juliet fantasy.

But Alex lives in the house too, and he's only 12.

- Kelly and her brother, are they close? - Very close.

Their parents were killed in a hotel fire four years ago.

They had no family. They were put into the system. I've had them for a little over a year.

That's a pretty good run for a foster kid,

especially a brother and a sister who wanna be together.

Yes.

What?

Well, I'm not certain how much longer I can keep the both of them.

I have diabetes and I don't have the energy that I used to.

And Kelly is a real handful. I've asked Children's Services to look for alternatives.

- Did Kelly know? - Yes, I told her.

- Did they find Kelly or not? - No, Alex. But they found Dylan.

Is he all right?

- I'm afraid not. - Dylan is dead.

Do you know where Kelly is, Alex?

- No. - Kelly could be in danger.

I don't know where she is.

She hasn't called me or anything.

- Do you think she's dead too? - No. Mm-mm.

I'm gonna find your sister and I'm gonna bring her back here to you.

- Really? - Absolutely.

This is the FBI, buddy.

Were you lying? Do you really think Kelly Morris is alive?

- I don't know. - You don't know if she's alive?

I don't know if I was lying. I don't have a read on the sister yet.

Was she a bad guy? Was she a victim?

Well, do you have a read on Dylan Crane?

Yeah. He had that adolescent saviour complex thing going on big time.

Saviour complex?

Teenage boys love nothing more than the idea of saving a damsel in distress.

- How do you know? - Well, cos I was a teenage boy.

Hey. DNA from the tissue under the victim's fingernail. Female.

There's nail polish in the gouges.

It wasn't necessarily from the murder. She might've scratched him.

No. Hodgins also found oxidised iron in the scratches.

Oxidised iron. What's that?

- Rust. - Why didn't you just say rust?

Well, she said it.

The same oxidised iron found on the victim's upper back and shoulder.

Probably left behind by the weapon.

- So he was hit with what? A rusty pipe? - That's a reasonable assumption.

- Dylan tells the girlfriend they're breaking up. - She whacks him with a pipe.

- And pushes him out the window. - Exactly.

What? What's with the stink eye? It's just a theory.

There was cheap nail polish in the box of Kelly's belongings. See if there's a match.

Find some hair, match the DNA on that, then get started on the murder weapon.

Yeah. Where you going?

I thought before we arrest Kelly for murder based solely on the fact that she's a foster kid,

we might wanna find the place where Dylan Crane died.

The pipe, if that's even what it was, was not the murder weapon.

The evidence, if anybody cares, shows that Dylan Crane died from a fall.

No compression fractures to the ulna or phalanges,

so his arms weren't outstretched or across his face.

So he wasn't bracing for impact.

Suggesting he was unconscious before he fell. From being struck by the rusty pipe?

- Oh, don't you start. - Start what?

- We don't know what he was struck with yet. - I analysed the impact damage.

The weapon was a cylinder approximately two inches in diameter.

That, plus the oxidation residue, suggests, in the vernacular, a rusty pipe.

Good. If you tell me that, I get it. It's empirical, not guesswork.

"That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, Scene 2,

the quote that most aptly describes the central conflict of the play.

Which I totally do not understand.

The flower in Dylan's hand was a rosea calyx, a rosebud.

You do not smell like a rose.

I've sifted through two tons of garbage, which you should ask me about.

- Ask what exactly? - Poultry skin loaded with garlic and chives,

red beets, empty imported vodka bottles and traces of Osetra fish eggs -

put 'em together and where are we?

Anyone?

Booth should check the garbage truck route for a Russian restaurant.

OK, horrible area. But on the upside, only one Russian restaurant and no Starbucks.

No one we've talked to has recognised either Kelly or Dylan.

- Hey, we could ask them. - Why?

Because they share the same unique socio-cultural identifiers as Kelly Morris.

- You mean, like, teenagers? - Yeah, exactly.

They will melt away before we get half a sentence out.

- Right. You just watch. - What do I know?

I've only worked the streets my whole career.

Excuse me. Hello. Hi. I'm an anthropologist. I'm not a cop.

- That's definitely a cop. - Thank you. See? Cooperative.

- Booth, please... - There they go.

Oh, excuse me. Wait, wait, wait.

Will you just take a look at these pictures and tell me if you recognise anyone?

- Give me five bucks and I'll tell you. - Five bucks.

Booth, please.

Here you go.

- So, who is it? - It's his sister.

But hold it this way, right? Cos the only time anyone ever sees his sister is on her back.

- I'm assuming this isn't your sister? - No, it is.

OK, I'd like my money back.

Well, there they go. Bye. That really worked, now, didn't it, huh? Great.

- They took my money for nothing. - That's because they're exploited.

You know, misunderstood.

You gotta be kidding me. They could at least wait until my back is turned, right?

- What? - FBI. Hands in the air.

- Cops! - There's no problem here. No problem at all.

Katie!

I'll cover you. Go see what they're dealing.

I hate where you stand with a gun and I have to do the looking.

Bones, I got you covered. Just go.

What are you selling?

What have they got there, Bones?

Ibuprofen. Uh...

Multivitamin. I think these are sandwiches.

And condoms.

- Franny and I have been doing this for years. - Sandwiches, clothing, vitamins.

Some basic hygiene supplies for homeless kids.

- You must be really embarrassed. - It was suspicious behaviour, all right?

Besides, it's not like they're... Are you social workers?

- Nope. - Not social workers.

- They're Good Samaritans. - I apologised.

Do you know how long it takes to gain some trust? These kids won't talk to us for weeks.

Maybe you could do us a favour in return.

- Show him the picture. - We're looking for someone. A girl.

- Dylan and Kelly. - Yeah, that's right.

- We haven't seen 'em in a couple of weeks. - Dylan is dead.

We found him in a garbage truck that services this area.

- My God. What happened? - That's what we're trying to figure out.

Warehouse.

Yep. Come with us.

- What is this? - A squat.

These old factories house junkies and squatters.

- And kids with nowhere to go. - What'd this building used to be?

- Plumbing supply, I think. - Pipes.

Bones. Dylan, right?

It's obviously a kind of shrine.

It's something the kids do for each other when somebody dies.

Could be traces of Dylan's blood. I'll call the crime scene unit.

- Tell them to start on the fifth floor. - Why?

Because the injuries show that's how far he fell.

Ugh!

Hey!

- Hey, hey, hey. That's Dylan's school jacket! - We're not gonna hurt you!

OK. I hurt you a little bit, but that's only because you ran.

You can't ask me nothing without a social worker.

I'm not questioning you. We're just... We're talking, OK?

Here. Want some gum?

Yeah. Like that's gonna make me trust you.

I'm just asking your name.

- C. - Does that stand for anything?

Carter. I'm not saying if that's my first or my last name.

- Why'd you run? - She was chasing me.

- Because you ran. - Yeah, it's a brain twister.

That sweatshirt belongs to a kid named Dylan Crane.

- Never heard of him. - Where'd you get it?

I'm done with the hoody. You guys can have it.

What's with the names inside your forearm there? What does that mean?

- Guys I killed. - It's a list of foster homes.

The ones that threw him out.

- Sometimes getting thrown out's the best... - Is the best thing that can happen. I know.

You were in the system?

Booth, the sunglasses. They're the same ones that Dylan was wearing in the photograph.

These, huh? Top of the line. How can you afford these?

You don't wanna know. Can I go now?

No. Child Services is on the way.

- I tell you something, you let me go? - Try me.

You wanna know what happened to Dylan and Kelly? Check out the sandwich pervs.

Fran Duncan's clean, but Kevin Duncan? The kid got it right. He's a perv.

Inside three times for solicitation of a minor.

- Boys or girls? - Girls. He's a traditionalist.

So he went after Kelly...

And the white knight steps in, gets conked with a pipe and tossed out the window.

- Kelly goes into hiding. - Unless she got hurt.

- So what do you wanna do next? - Hm. That's up to Cam, isn't it?

No, Bones. I asked you. What do you wanna do?

I think... I think we shouldn't close off any avenue of investigation.

We stay on all the evidence and see where it leads us. Like we did before Cam.

OK.

- Do you have a list like Carter? - Of foster families that didn't work out?

Yeah, we all did. I wrote mine on the bottom of a shoe.

Oh. You know, they say with foster kids, they're really hard on themselves.

- They? - Yeah, experts, psychologists, like that.

Foster kids feel so alone in this mean world, they lose that knack of trusting other people.

- You mean at work? - Everywhere.

You know, weight of the world. It's... It's profound.

They say that they have a hard time letting themselves off the hook.

They grow up with control issues.

- Are you saying something? - No.

Just something to consider when we catch up with Kelly Morris.

OK.

If you take some other wisdom out of it, none of my business.

How Cam and I get along is none of your business.

Yeah, right. Which I just said. Said just then. None of my business.

- Is there anything I can do? - This schematic is great, Angela.

All the pipes are numbered and located.

I have hundreds of rust samples and have covered maybe a quarter of the crime scene.

- Ugh! - Yeah.

On the good side, that is definitely the window Dylan Crane exited as he fell.

Leaded glass is a match.

Strange place for two people in love to end up.

What? A forensics lab?

No. A squat in an abandoned pipe factory.

Right. Yes. Right.

- What were you talking about? - Just Cam and Booth, you know, of course.

- Given their... their history. - Mm.

Tension, party of two.

Great. Great.

OK.

All of my mistakes were made before I met Fran.

Then I fell in love. Love changes everything.

- Your wife know about these mistakes? - We have no secrets.

I'm still in counselling. I'm out there on the street making amends every day.

Passing out sandwiches and aspirin and condoms to street kids.

Yeah. I have no direct contact with the kids. Fran does.

I make the sandwiches. I drive. Ensure my wife's safety. That's a tough part of town.

And your past is all in the past?

No. That's with me every day.

Yeah.

Miranda Tyler, Susan Price, Laura Costello.

All these girls say that you traded sandwiches for sex in the past six months.

Well, they're street kids. They lie.

- Yeah. - These girls came on to me.

And they wanted money. When I rejected them, they got angry.

We catch up to Kelly Morris, is she gonna say the same thing?

Hairbrush from Kelly's room provided her DNA.

The nail polish from her room matches the nail polish we found in the scratch marks.

It doesn't mean she pushed him.

If he finds it and it matches the rust in the scratch marks, we can tie Kelly to the weapon.

Oh, young love. You pour your soul out to some pimple-faced jock with a great body

and the emotional maturity of an 11-year-old,

only to get your heart broken in the back of a Camaro.

- Remember that first slow dance? - Oh, God.

- Some horrible power ballad. - That special boy with a pipe in his pocket.

Oh, God. Lewis Cole.

Mm. He was a drummer. He had this hair. It was...

Excuse me. Marching to the beat of a different drummer here.

I'd like Hodgins to identify the species of rose found in Dylan Crane's hand.

- What can that tell us? - I won't know until he identifies it.

I'd prefer he look for the pipe. It could have Kevin's DNA on it.

Which will prove only that Kevin Duncan struck Dylan, not that he killed him.

- I want Hodgins on that rose. - It's my call. No.

I can't work like this.

Should I start looking for your replacement?

Dr Saroyan, I don't want to be overly dramatic or anything,

but if you lose Brennan, you lose us all.

- Really? - Really. And Booth too.

In the interests of this investigation, I'm going to defer to you, Dr Brennan.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

But I will start the search for your replacement.

- Agent Booth? - Yeah?

This young man has information he won't tell anyone but you.

All right. Thanks, I got it.

Come on in, Alex. Have a seat.

- Do you want a Coke or anything? - No.

- You a big shot? - Um... yeah.

Look at that, huh? Special Agent "In Charge" Seeley Booth.

- So how'd you get here? - Bus.

Kelly called me on the phone.

- What'd she say? - That she's OK.

And that we'll be together... soon.

Did she say where she was?

Did she know about Dylan? About being dead?

Yeah.

She couldn't stop crying about it.

She had to hang up.

I think she's lying. I think she's never coming back.

Hey, it's OK, Alex. All right? Everything's gonna be OK.

- I think I'm all alone now. - No. Hey, look.

Hey, man, you're never gonna be alone, OK?

We know for certain that Kelly is alive, and I promise we're gonna find your sister.

OK? All right.

Let's get out of here. I'll give you a ride home.

- I got your call. - It was urgent. Why didn't you answer?

I was busy. What's so important?

- Kevin Duncan. - Single gunshot wound to the chest.

You're just in time for the autopsy.

- Queasy? - I'm not used to bodies

looking so much like actual human beings.

Agh!

Since this man was just killed and there's plenty of flesh,

how is my presence beneficial?

The number six rib.

The bullet passed through his vital organs and lodged in the rear curvature.

Get it out.

So you're thinking the perv kills Romeo and Juliet kills the pervert.

A street-smart kid like Kelly Morris would have no trouble getting her hands on a gun.

Booth, if Dr Brennan were to quit...

- What? - If she were to leave the Jeffersonian...

Well, the squints would flee this institution like the French army.

- And you? - Well, I do as I'm ordered.

No, you don't, Seeley.

OK, here we go. What's going on, Camille?

What if I fired her? What would you do?

I'm with Bones, Cam. All the way. Don't doubt it for a second.

Meet the English Alba rose. Climbing varietal. Nonexistent in the United States.

Some say it was the rose by any other name Shakespeare wrote about.

- And we give a rat's ass because? - Dylan was clutching it in his dead hand.

- So, what? He was killed by Hamlet? - Wrong play.

It's more likely he paid a visit to the rose wing of the United States Botanic Garden.

When it comes to bugs, slime, crud and compost, you're the man.

Cam, maybe you just got off on the wrong foot with this case with Brennan

because, uh, she was a foster kid.

Oh.

- Why didn't she tell me? - She doesn't do that. Excuse me.

Oh, by the way, I didn�t just tell you that.

"US Botanic Garden falls under the supervision of the Architect of the Capitol."

- I don't care. - "Who is also responsible for

maintaining the grounds of the US Capitol."

- You seen either of these two kids? - "It's open every day to US citizens."

- Which way to the Romeo and Juliet roses? - Over there, where Kelly Morris is standing.

Oh! Bones was right. OK, go distract her.

- Why me? - Because apparently I look like a cop.

- What do I look like? - What are you? My straight man? Go.

Hey.

The US Botanic Garden falls under the supervision of the Architect of the Capitol.

- Get away from me, perv. - Hello, Kelly. FBI. Not a perv.

It's OK. It's OK. We're just here to help.

Not gonna hurt you. Just gotta talk about what happened to Dylan.

- Dylan's dead. - Were you there when Dylan died?

Was I there?

Who do you think killed him?

- Why'd you kill Dylan, Kelly? - Agent Booth.

- She admitted to the murder, Ms Child. - She asked, "Who do you think killed him?"

- It's an ambiguous question. - I killed him.

I did it.

- Because he broke a promise to me. - The promise to stay with you?

He tossed me 200 bucks and told me he was going to college.

- That we couldn't see each other any more. - What'd you do?

I pushed him out a window. It was kind of an accident, right?

- What do you call it? A crime of passion? - You pushed him out the window?

- Yes. - And he was conscious at the time?

Yeah. He screamed, OK?

- What then? - I ran away.

No. Kelly, you didn't.

You went down to the alley and you wrapped Dylan in linen.

And then you put a rose from the Botanic Garden in his hand.

The Romeo and Juliet rose.

It's a strange thing to do right after you murder someone.

I'm pretty screwed up. Didn't you hear?

- Someone shot Kevin Duncan. He's dead. - The sandwich guy?

We were thinking that the two deaths were connected.

- Fine. Yeah, I killed him too. - She killed him too.

I'd prefer that we not pursue this line of questioning.

- She confessed. - She got it wrong, forgot about the pipe.

- No, she said they fought. - She's lying.

I'm trying to think of a situation so bad

where a girl would confess to murder to try and get out of it. It's just...

Agent Booth, Dr Brennan.

- Mrs Duncan. - You wanna sit down, have a cup of coffee?

No, thank you.

- I'm sorry for your loss. - Did Kelly Morris kill Dylan?

- She confessed. - You think she killed my husband as well?

It's possible. I'd believe that before I believe she killed Dylan.

Kelly shouldn't take the blame.

You'll find one bullet missing.

You're confessing to your husband's murder?

He used me to get close to young girls.

I don't know how many through the years.

Frances Duncan, you're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent.

- Anything you say can and will be used... - Thank you.

You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney...

Gun.

Ballistics confirm the bullet that killed Duncan came from Fran's gun.

- Case closed. - On Kevin Duncan definitely.

- Since Kelly Morris has confessed... - She didn't do it.

- What evidence do you have of that? - How about this?

Specimen 268, right corner of the room schematic.

- You are good. - You have no idea.

Are you having a moment?

How does finding the pipe prove that Kelly Morris is lying?

She didn't include the murder weapon.

The pipe is not the murder weapon. Dylan Crane died from a 50-foot fall.

Can you run the scenario through your magic holographic crystal ball thingy?

Too many variables. But I have another idea.

OK, Booth, you're Dylan Crane.

- OK. I'm out the door. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Cam. - Kelly Morris.

- I feel stupid. - OK, you two.

You are young. You are in love. You're about to break up.

But this is very tragic. It's very emotionally fraught.

Kelly Morris says she argued with Dylan and pushed him out the window.

- Then tried to save him by grabbing his arm? - That explains the fingernail polish, but...

- Not the oxidised iron. - Kelly would have had to strike from behind

then drive him through the glass.

She said that they were arguing face to face. He would've seen her coming.

So there had to be someone who snuck up behind him.

- Guys, I need a Kevin Duncan. - I'll do it.

Kelly already called me a perv, so I have my motivation.

So Kevin strikes Dylan with the pipe.

- Careful. - Which moves him forward.

Kelly grabs the pipe, but Dylan is losing consciousness.

He didn't have to throw Dylan out. He could've simply pushed him.

- Easy. - Kelly grabs his arm.

- To save him. - Which explains the fingernails and rust.

But she can't hold him and he falls.

That theory explains the physical evidence.

Except why would Kelly confess to murder to protect Kevin Duncan?

- She's afraid of him. - But she knows he's dead.

Guys,

there's only two people in this world that Kelly Morris would cover for.

One of them went out that window.

- We know you didn't kill Dylan. - I did, too.

Kelly, don't admit to anything more.

No. You didn't.

We can prove there was a third person there, the third person that hit Dylan with the pipe,

and when you took away the pipe, pushed him through the glass.

No. It was just me. I hit him with the pipe. I pushed him through the glass.

- No. You grabbed his arm, tried to save him. - No.

Dylan made you feel like you weren't alone in this world, right?

He was sweet to you.

He took so much weight off your shoulders.

He was good to Alex.

And when Dylan said that you'd be together always, you believed him.

Yes. Yes, I believed him.

And when Suzanne couldn't take care of both you and Alex, you had an idea.

Run away with Dylan,

and maybe Suzanne will keep Alex,

and everybody would be happy.

Dylan loved me.

I know.

But I didn't tell Alex.

He just...

He thought that Dylan was trying to take me away from him forever.

I...

I did it all wrong. It's not...

It's not Alex's fault. It's my fault.

Kelly...

You're 15 years old.

This is not your fault.

The weight of the world is not on your shoulders.

And we can't let you pay for what Alex did.

# I can't see the stars any more living here

# Let's go to the hills where the outlines are clear

# Bring on the wonder

# Bring on the song

# I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I didn't tell them. They just...

They just knew.

It's OK.

Sorry about Dylan.

# I fell through the cracks at the end of our street

# Let's go to the beach

# Get the sand through our feet

# Bring on the wonder

# Bring on the song

# I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long

# Bring on the wonder

# We got it all wrong

# We pushed you down deep in our souls for too long

You were right about the pipe.

You were right about the rose.

Could I sit for a moment?

I wish you'd eat some of these fries, save me from myself.

They're really good with the garlic mayonnaise.

- We have a problem. - Uh-huh.

Do you see a solution?

It's not completely my fault.

I was a foster child, and apparently Booth says that...

Booth says that I have...

Something about control issues and the weight of the world.

That sounds like Booth.

I think he meant that if I'm going to share responsibility for these cases,

I'm going to have to learn to stop controlling everything too.

Does that make sense? Psychology's not...

I really... I really hate psychology.

Not everyone's brain works as fast as yours.

I have to mull sometimes. Are you familiar with that concept?

Yes. I just always thought it was a waste of time.

I'm in charge, but out of respect for you, I could extend...

- Did you ever play Monopoly? - No.

They have this thing called a "get out of jail free" card.

Think of it as a free pass to defy me.

No explanation needed. No recriminations. No repercussions.

Well, how many would I get?

- One a week. - Five per case.

Three per week.

Booth told you I was a foster kid, didn't he?

OK, yes, he did, but he did it with a good heart.

And I'd really appreciate it if you didn't let him know. Please.

He's gonna know that you told me the second he sees us together.

It's true. He's awful like that.

He reads people the way that you read pathology reports or I read bones.

Oh, God. I know. I hate him. Well, I don't really.

I know.

Me either.

- Maybe I'll take you up on this. - Thank you. Please.

# Bring on the wonder

# Bring on the song

# I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long

What's that mean?

ENGLISH SDH