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All right,
10 hours down and
only three more to go.

I got this.

Seriously, just pull over
and get some sleep.

This is crazy.

You wanna know
what's crazy?

Letting Betty
move to New York.

Not stopping
the woman I love

from making the
biggest mistake of her life.

It actually
sounds like Betty's doing
extremely well out there.

I mean, it's been
four years, Gordy.

Yeah, four years
I couldn't stop
thinking about her.

Dude, you and Betty
dated for, like, a month.

If you show up
on her doorstep, trust me,
you're going to look insane.

You want to know
what's insane?

Letting Betty
go to New York,
that's insane.

Gordy, enough, you need sleep.

You're starting to
sound like a lunatic.

No, that's just the sign
of love, my friend.

The sweet, sweet,
sound of...

What?
What's wrong? What's going on?

Oh, my God!

Gordy, what's going on?
Is everything all right?

It just fell from the sky
like some damn bird
or something!

Gordy! Gordy!

Gordy! Gordy!

Gordy!

What the hell just happened?

And do not tell me
that was the sound of love.

That was the
sound of death.

Tell Mama I just
crashed her car.

Shit!

The victim jumped
30 feet off an overpass
and landed on a passing car.

That's gonna
leave a dent.

I imagine it would,
and given the gravitational
acceleration rate

of 9.8 meters
per second...

Come on, Bones,
it's too early for math.

Too early.
It's never too early
for math.

Anything before 12:00
is too early,

anything after 12:00
is too late.

That leaves no time
for math.
I don't want math.

I want math.
Way too early.

Hey, take a look there,
that's Dr. Mayer, right?

Oh, Dr. Mayer.
It's so nice
to see you again.

Dr. Brennan,
Agent Booth.

What a treat.
Please join me.

Uh, well, we got
some food to go.

So, I gotta get Bones
here back to the lab.

You're wearing your
Jeffersonian lanyard.

Are you coming in
to help ID the jumper?

Actually, I've hung up
my lab coat.

I never thought of you
as one to retire.

Oh, heavens, no.

I woke up one morning
and just found the
passion was missing.

If you're not
working anymore,

why are you wearing
your Jeffersonian badge?

I'm studying prairie dogs
for the Zoology department.

Prairie dogs?

Actually, they're fascinating
little creatures.

Did you know
their entire mating window
is one hour a year?

By "fascinating,"
you mean sad, right?

Congratulations
on your new career path.

You seem... You seem happy.

Sometimes it just takes
a new match to get the
old flame burning again.

Tell that to the
prairie dogs, huh?

Okay, gotta go.
Let's go, Bones.

Bye.
Thank you, girl.

Oh, okay,
how about "Hulk Bones,

"A Study on the
Skeletal Effects of Incredible
Physical Strength"?

That's a great idea,
Hodgins.

Unfortunately,
to write that paper,
I would need Hulk's bones.

And since the Hulk
doesn't actually exist...

Trust me,
your dissertation committee,
they're gonna eat it up.

It's gonna prove that
you can think outside the box.

Or, that you've
completely lost your mind.

Mr. Bray, please catch me up
on what you've discovered
thus far.

Based on the size
of the femoral head,

coupled with
the strong torsion
of the femoral neck,

the victim was
a Caucasian male.

Excellent work,
given the condition
of the remains.

Burned, broken
and cut to ribbons.

Well, if he wanted to
kill himself, he certainly
accomplished his goal.

Our victim did not
want to kill himself.

Well, according to
the police report,
he jumped off an overpass.

The fractures
on the skull
are dry breaks.

Which means
he was actually dead
before he fell.

This was a murder
made to look
like a suicide.

The irregular rim contour
of the sternal rib ends

indicates an age range
of mid to late 40s.

And judging by
the tobacco staining

localized on the canines
and incisors,

our victim spent
the majority of those
years smoking.

"Prolonged Effect of
Nicotine Exposure

"on Long Bones."

No, coccyx.

I'm sorry,
I'm trying to decide

what to write
my dissertation about.

I recommend
you choose wisely,

as it will be one of
the most important decisions
of your professional career.

Thanks, as if I wasn't
already stressing enough.

What is it that excites you

about the field
of anthropology?

I don't know,
lots of things.

Your dissertation on the
effects of tribalism

within ancient Karakorum

was certainly an early
inspiration for me.

As it should've been.

It's an exceptional paper,

as are the other four
I'd written.

You wrote five
dissertations?

I was curious about
a variety of topics

and I couldn't decide which
one to focus my attention on.

So, I just wrote all five.

Wasn't that a lot of work?

Yes, Mr. Bray,
that was the point.

Uh, it's tough to be certain,
given the condition
of the skull,

but there seems to be evidence
of frontal bossing.

Hmm.

Aside from
the tobacco staining,

did you discover
anything unusual

about the victim's teeth?

He had a few crowns,
but that's about it.

I would like to remove
one of those crowns.

A baby tooth?

As I suspected.

Evidence of
enamel hypoplasia.

It appears
the victim suffered

from malignant infantile
osteopetrosis as a child.

That's a pretty
rare disease.

Which means it may be able
to provide us with an ID.

Hey, I checked
with the local hospitals,

found a patient matching
our victim's description.

Victim's name
is Ronald Bergman.

But you may know him better
as the mattress king
of Southeast Baltimore.

This sounds like a good
case for James Aubrey,

the murder-solving king
of Washington DC.

What? Hold on a sec.

Are you giving me
a lead on this?

You know what, Aubrey,
if you want to be a
Supervisory Special Agent,

you got to get
a little ASA experience
under your belt.

Wow. Thank you, Booth.

So, does this mean that,
like, I'm your boss now?

Listen, Aubrey, if you have to
ask if you're my boss,

you're not my boss.

Okay.
Look at that.

Aw, double tap-in.

Whether it's riding
a monster wave,

taking a stroll on Mars,

or just catching some Zs...

Here at Snoozeland,
we'll help you achieve
your dreams.

That guy seems so sweet.

It's obvious he really cared
about what he was doing.

I've never seen you
get so emotional
over a commercial before.

Well, in this age of snark,

I'm just thankful for someone
with some good old-fashioned
sincerity.

Then I'll save the snark
and get right to the point.

Angela, I have
a job for you.

Apparently one that reeks
of burned human hair.

Thigh hair, in fact.

The victim's cellphone melted
to his leg during the fire.

Right.

So, do you think
there's enough left
to pull the data?

This thing is really cooked,
but I'll give it a shot.

Ms. Martin, now, you are
the manager of Snoozeland,
is that correct?

I am. And we're actually
pretty busy right now,

so the sooner we can get this
over with, the better.

Okay.

Sensing some annoyance.

That would be
because I'm annoyed.
Oh.

We're in the middle
of a giant sale,
and I don't have time to...

What is it? What did
my idiot ex do this time?

What? No.
Uh, this is about your boss.

He was found dead
this morning.
Ronnie?

Yeah. And we have reason
to believe that it was murder.

I knew this
was a mistake.

What was a mistake?

Ronnie is a creative guy,
full of all these wild ideas,

and after directing all the
Snoozeland commercials,

he decided he was ready
for the real thing.

Real commercial?
Movie.

He said he was gonna be
the next Gordon Welles.

Orson Welles?
Sure.

Whatever, I don't know
about any of that stuff.

All I know is,
Ronnie wrote
himself a story,

took a leave of absence
from work, and went off
to make his movie.

This movie was all
Ronnie could think about.

Was gonna be
his Citizen Krane.

So, I've been going
through the burned blobs

that used to be
our victim's shoes.

Jeez, Hodgins,
you cannot just roll up
on me like that.

I'm in a wheelchair, Cam,
I have no choice
but to roll up on you.

Fair enough.

So, so far,
the only thing I've found
in the victim's shoe treads

are a piece of cigarette
butt and some small
white marble chips.

Like the kind used
in decorative landscaping?

He had to have been
walking around in this stuff
shortly before he died.

The problem is,
white marble chips,

they're not rare enough
to tell us where that was.

Yeah, well, wherever he was,
he was in a struggle.

Looks like
there are two incisions
on his right forearm.

Well, yeah, the guy did
fall through a windshield.

But there's no trace of glass
in these incisions.

They appear to be
defensive wounds.

Unfortunately, the tissue's
too badly compromised

to get a better
description.

Well, let me swab.
I'll see what I can find.

Come to Papa,
you nasty little
piece of flesh.

This is a fairly
decent operation.

No, I mean, it's no
Bone of Contention
or anything.

One thing I learned
about these guys,
these creative types,

hey, they're definitely
a breed of their own.

You know, I heard the guy
who played Agent Andy
is in rehab now.

Hey, stop with
the TMZ, just focus.

And, action!
Okay.

I thought our director
was supposed to be dead.

Well, lead, Aubrey, lead.

Oh, dear God.
This is like spring break
on bath salts.

Oh, no!

Excuse me. FBI.

Who's the director here?

I think his name is Kirby,
or Herbie or something.
I'm not sure.

Yesterday, dude was
just a sandwich boy.

And now
he's directing this?

Whatever this is.

Be careful
with those guts,
they're rentals.

Look out!
What?

I'm gonna eat this!

I'm sorry, but what is this
movie supposed to be?

Radioactive Party
Panthers from Fort Lauderdale.

Thought you guys were
supposed to know this stuff.

We know enough, Kirby.
Enough to be talking to you.

I like the
sound of that.

And, I'm sorry,
you guys are with the FBI?

I haven't heard of them.
Are they new?

You haven't heard of
the Federal Bureau
of Investigation?

Oh, that FBI. Bummer.

I thought you guys were, like,
Hollywood agents. Real agents.

We are real agents,
investigating a real murder.

So why don't you tell us
why the sandwich boy

is suddenly directing
a dead man's movie?

Ron is dead?
Yeah.

Frickin' A.

I guess that explains why
I couldn't get a hold of him
this morning.

Sorry, so you thought,
because you knew
how to make a cheese sandwich,

you could
direct his movie?

Okay, I went to film school.
I know how a story works.

I know I am a suspect.

But trust me,
I didn't kill Ron
and take control of his movie.

Why should
we believe you?

Because he was
already giving me
plenty of control.

When was the last time
you saw Ron?

Last night.

We finished shooting at the
hot tub warehouse around 10:00

and everyone went home.

Did you notice anything
strange about him?

Acting weird? Anything
out of the ordinary?

No. It was just
your normal day

shooting a radioactive
panther attack
in a hot tub store.

So, how many cameras
did Ron usually
have rolling?

As many as
he could get.

Ron was the type of director
that shot everything.

Oh, great.

Listen, we're gonna need
to get a hold of that footage.

Sure. Yeah.
I can also give you some
of the stuff I shot today.

I got this great shot
of a disembodied arm's POV...

No. We're good.
Thank you, bye.

Killer Klowns
from Outer Space.
Aaah! Zombies!!

Come on, you had to
have heard of Sharknado.

Those are all
scientifically implausible.
Oh, completely.

But I think that's part of
the appeal of B movies.

They offer
a mindless escape.

So, people enjoy these movies
because they don't require
them to think?

After a long day at work,
don't you ever just wanna
go home and turn it off?

No. I enjoy using my mind,
and so should you.

Have you made any progress
in determining a topic
for your dissertation?

I've got nothing.

Perhaps reading my
unpublished dissertations

might inspire
something in you.

That would be awesome,
thank you.

There appears to be severe
perimortem blunt force trauma

on the sacrum T8 and T9
and the right scapula.

Judging by the indistinct
wound edges and heavy amount
of fracture lines,

the weapon used to
create this damage
had a round outline,

maybe a pipe
or a baseball bat.

Until the skull
is reconstructed,

there's no telling if this
beating was cause of death.

The cellphone's motherboard
was partially burned
by the fire.

So, what are you doing
with the heat gun?
Burning up the rest?

The hot air
isn't gonna hurt it,

I'm just using it to
desolder the phone's primary
data storage chip.

And as long as the chip wasn't
completely fried in the fire,

I should be able to use
chip-off forensics
to retrieve the phone's data.

Okay, well, as soon as
you're done with that,

I'm gonna need you
to go through the film footage
Aubrey's sending over.

Oh! Oh, can I do it, please?
I love watching
campy B movies.

Of course you do.

All of them involving
giant man-eating bugs.

I can't tell you
how many times I've suffered
through Earwig Armageddon.

Have you swabbed
the injuries
on the victim's arm?

I have, and I found traces
of keratin in the wound.

Like, from a fingernail?
Or a razor-sharp claw.

Specifically,
a razor-sharp
panther claw.

So, the victim
was self-financing
the entire project.

At the time of his death,
he had already put up
a million bucks.

Plenty of money,
plenty of motive.

I don't know.
I'm thinking about maybe
going a different route.

I mean, you do know that
Ron was attacked by a panther
on the set, right?

You want me
to bring the panther in
for questioning?

No, no, no.
But the guy
who supposedly trained it,

this guy right here...

Dwayne Hawkins.
He did five years for assault
with a deadly weapon

'cause his grizzly
mauled another actor
on a previous set.

Right. Another incident
like that would certainly
land him back in jail.

Yeah, you know,

I'm just thinking,
maybe he decides to
cover up the panther attack,

kill Ron, make it
look like a suicide.

I thought that
I was supposed to be lead
on the case here.

I'm just trying to help.

Appreciate that, but you
keep telling me where to go,
what leads to follow,

wouldn't even let me drive
to the movie location.

You're like a turtle
behind the wheel.

What?
Like a turtle.

We would've still been
in the parking lot
if you were driving, Aubrey.

We would've got there.

That's my point.
You gotta let me work
at my own pace here.

Fine. That's your case.
Go ahead.
Thank you.

Go ahead.
Walk it out.

I will.
Slow, still not driving.

That is a pretty gnarly scar
you got there.

A bald eagle
tried to rip my eyes out
during a car commercial.

Turns out they don't like
wearing top hats.

Doesn't look like
you got the best record
with these animals, Dwayne.

You're talking
about the incident
with Chauncey?

Chauncey, yeah.

The man-eating bear

that nearly killed an actor
on the set of your last movie.

I take full responsibility
for what happened
on Captain Carnie.

But I served
my sentence.

Yeah, well, maybe this time
you didn't want to
serve your sentence.

See, we know that
your panther attacked Ron.

It was a little scratch.
I don't think that counts
as an attack.

And that scratch
had enough juice
to put you back in jail.

Ron got scratched
because he was careless.

That's certainly true.
He hired you.

Look. First, the guy
tells me he wants a cat,
so I get him a calico.

Then he decides
it's gotta be a panther.

Well, all the panthers
I know are working.

I scrambled,
but I find him one.

Just some random panther,
off the street?

Pretty much.
Okay.

Which would have been fine,
if I had a chance
to work with it.

So, Ron got scratched
because he didn't give you
enough time

to properly
train the animal.

The guy didn't know
what he was doing.

When you're in charge of a set
with weapons, and stunts,
and animals,

and you don't know
what you're doing,
people get hurt.

And if anyone knows that,

it's you.

Yeah.

Angie, step aside,
I'm commandeering
the Angelatron.

I'm actually kind of
busy right now.

Trust me, this is much,
much more important.

Well, it better be.

I still have
a pile of cooked flesh
I need to analyze.

Okay, so I was looking
through the dailies,
and look what I found.

Why does that guy
look familiar?

Because that is
David Faustino.

He played Bud Bundy on
Married with Children
for, like, 10 years.

I love that show.
That's a good get
for Party Panthers.

I'm sorry, is he on a roof?
Well, not for long.

And, action!

Suck my waves,
Party Panthers!

That sounds like it hurt.

Son of a bitch!

You could have
gotten me killed!

I should break your stupid
little freakin' neck!

Cut, cut!

Well, it sounds like
Bud Bundy just
threatened our victim.

Ladies.

So, Mr. Faustino.

What am I, your grandpa?
Call me Tino.
Okay.

According to the Internet,

you got kicked off
your last movie for
fighting with the director.

Hey, dude, I've auditioned
to play cops before, okay?

I know the drill.
Just get to your point.

You got a history of violence
towards directors.

You threatened to kill
your current director,
and now he's dead.

How's that?

Okay, well.
I fought with my last director
because I wanted to do action

and that slap dick
only saw me
as a comedy guy.

I mean, come on, okay?
But Party Panthers
is different.

Ron let me
showcase my muscles,
let me be an action star.

That's why I loved
working with him.

Okay. 'Cause
I saw the footage.

Didn't really look like
you loved working with him.

Yeah. Well, that stunt mishap
made me look like
a punk, okay?

I was embarrassed.
And when I get embarrassed,
I get pissed.

Yeah. Really pissed.

Like vein-popping pissed.

What can I say?
I'm a passionate man.

But ultimately,
I realized the stunt
was my fault, okay?

It was my idea.
I was the one
pushing it on Ron.

I was so excited about it,

I probably didn't
give him enough time
to properly plan it out.

All right. Hurry up and shoot.
That seems to be
the theme of this movie.

Yeah, well, you ever heard
the saying, "Time is money"?

Well, this is a
low-budget movie.
Yeah.

Was a low budget movie.
You guys are done.

Whoa, whoa. Dude, bro!
We only have a couple
of scenes left.

You can't just
shut us down.
Sure I can.

And if I were you,
I'd hold off on booking my
ticket back to L.A. just yet.

Hey, Angie.
So, I've been watching
more of the dailies...

I don't care.
You are not taking over
my monitor again.

No, no, no. So, Faustino,
he plays this character
named Pamanther.

Half man,
half panther. Why?

Because sometimes,
the only way
to stop a panther

is to become a panther.

That makes no sense.
And yet, still,
it is awesome.

What's going on here?

I'm sorting through
some texts
on the victim's phone.

Anything good?

Here's one from the owner

of Funtown Amusement Park,
Alan Peppermelt,

threatening to gut Ron
like a pig and use his
intestines as floss.

Funtown...

Didn't we bring
Michael Vincent there once?

Yeah. It was awful.

Remember, they gave us
those used stuffed animals
as prizes?

Oh, geez. That's right.

Hey, Angie, do me a favor,
call up a picture of Funtown.

Hey, Angie, can you zoom
underneath the fountain there?

Yeah.

Wow.
White marble chips.

That's exactly what I found
in the victim's shoe tread.

Okay, let's look at
the production schedule.

Yeah, Ron shot there
three weeks ago.

Then what was he
doing back there
on the night of his death?

Dr. Mayer.

Oh.

I was returning from lunch
and the supervisor said
you'd left word.

I did. And I appreciate
you coming by.

Oh...

I'm sorry for being
a Nosey Norm.

I saw the title of your paper
and I just got pulled in.

"A Study of the Devolution
of the Human Species."

That was one of
my dissertations.
I had a lot of fun with it.

Clearly. Your enthusiasm
just jumps off the page.

Actually, that is
what I was hoping to
speak with you about.

How do you know?

How do I know what, dear?

When you've
lost your passion
for your work.

You said that you woke up
one morning and realized
that it was gone.

If you're used to
the electricity dancing
through your veins,

and suddenly
it's not there,
you notice.

What if you're not
that in tune with yourself?

Is it possible
to lose your drive
and not know?

Absolutely. In fact,
that's what usually happens.

How many people do you know
who are truly in touch
with their feelings?

Well, not many.
Exactly.

Here's a little test.

Think about
what you do here.

Really focus on it.

Okay.

Now, how would you feel
if someone took it away?

Sorry to interrupt,

but I finished reconstructing
the victim's skull
and I found something.

My apologies, Dr. Mayer.

Nonsense.

I believe we've answered
all your questions.

I believe we have.

Amongst the
postmortem fracturing
caused by the fall,

I found plenty of
perimortem fracturing.

The injury is severe enough
to be cause of death.

However, the broad impact area
leads me to believe

this trauma was not caused
by the same cylindrical object

used to beat the victim.

Well, it was most likely
the result of the
victim's skull

being smashed into a flat
surface with great force.

So, not long before
Ron's death,
you sent him a text,

"Remove the fake blood
from my tea cups,

"or I'll gut you like a pig
and use your intestines
as floss."

Oh, man, that sounds
pretty bad, huh?

Yeah, it sounds really bad.

And, honestly,
it's not what I'd expect
from the owner of Funtown.

Just my luck.
The one time I try to
get tough with someone,

they end up dead.

This guy is pathetic.
We can tear him down
with fear.

I know that you
didn't kill Ron, okay?

But I'm gonna need you
to help me out here.

Great, or we just
do the opposite.

We have evidence
suggesting that

Ron was at your business
on the night of his death.

No, I haven't seen Ron
in a few weeks.

My God, he's lying, okay?
Get in his face.

Tell him that we can nail him.
Pin him against the wall.

Look, you seem like
a nice guy, Alan.

So, what makes a nice guy
threaten to gut a man and
use his intestines as floss?

Ron came to me
about a month ago,

asking if he could use Funtown
as a location for his movie.

He said it was
a pivotal scene

about a sick boy visiting
his first amusement park.

So, I gave him
the park for the day,

then I show up to see
how things are going,
it was a madhouse.

There was no sick boy.

Just a bunch of blood
and guts and topless women.

He duped you.

And old Alan Peppermelt
fell for it.

It took me four days
to clean up all that blood
and guts.

I lost over $1,000.

And if you killed Ron,
you never would have
gotten your money,

so how did you intend
to get your money back?

I was gonna sue.

But then I
remembered Carly.

Who's Carly?
Carly Catalano.

She works the funnel cake
stand at Funtown.

She's also an
aspiring actress,

and I told Ron
if he gave Carly
a part in the movie,

I'd reconsider
my lawsuit.

Wow. So you sacrificed $1,000

in order to get
one of your employees
an acting job?

I was hoping it would
finally convince Carly
to go on a date with me.

It didn't.

So how's it coming
with the Funtown marble?

The smoothness of the grain
is inconsistent

with the chips that I found
in the victim's shoe tread.

So, he wasn't at Funtown
on the night of his death?

Nope. Now that
that's resolved,

it's time to get back
to the Party Panther party.

Or, you could
help me out.
Yeah, can that wait?

Because I'm just
at the scene

where the drug dealer
accidentally feeds his pet
panthers radioactive meat.

Yeah, so, I just
finished going through
the charred tissue

and found another
panther scratch
on the victim's neck.

Makes sense,
seeing as he was
attacked by a panther.

According to
hospital records,

he was only treated
for scratches
to the forearm.

Wait, so you think
he was attacked
a second time?

I don't know. We shall swab
and see, or rather,
you shall swab and see

and I will find out
what happens with
the radioactive meat.

No, Cam, come on.
You don't even
like the movie.

Cam, come on now. Cam.

Come on, Chad.
Come on. Roar, roar, roar!

Hey, hey, what happened
back there?

I mean, what's the point
of having me in your ear

if you're not
gonna listen to me?

I wasn't listening because
Peppermelt isn't our guy.

I mean,
if I'd taken your advice,

he would have shut down
and given us nothing.

Worked out
that way, anyway.
Actually, no...

Because he gave us this.

I've collected...
What the hell is that?

- You gotta be kidding me.
- I confined...

I con-filed all of the data.

And the numbers
seem to suggest...

She's bad.

Even by Party Panther
standards, she's bad.

So, this is
Peppermelt's employee,

the one that he convinced Ron
to recast in the female lead.

Recast, meaning
someone got fired?
Exactly.

Well, if I was fired and
replaced by that, I'd want to
commit murder, too.

I was thinking the same thing.
So, I looked into
the original actor.

It's a picture
of a young boy.
Yeah. I know.

Joey Martucci was
originally cast
in this role.

What?
I know,
I can't explain that.

But I did find out
that his mother
was arrested last year

on charges of assault
and battery after beating
a man with a baseball bat.

Sounds like a woman
with a lot of rage.

How do you think
Mrs. Martucci felt

when she found out that
her son was getting fired
and replaced by her?

By my calculations,
we have seven hours

until the panthers merge into
one giant mega-panther.

We were out
at the batting cages,

when this man recognized Joey
from a Snoozeland commercial.

The guy was clearly drunk,
saying all sorts of
rude things.

He wouldn't leave us alone,
so finally...

You whacked him
with a baseball bat.

And I'd gladly do it again.
But this time,
I'd aim right for his beans.

You seem like a very
protective mother,
Mrs. Martucci.

You say it like
it's a bad thing.

Well, I'm just wondering
if that instinct
kicked back in

when you learned that Ron
was firing your son
from his movie.

Please.

Co-lead in a movie
starring David Faustino

seems like a pretty
decent-sized credit for a kid

trying to start
an acting career.

At a certain point,
it just isn't worth it.

What do you mean?

Ronnie came to us
with this script he'd written

about a sick kid
who loses himself
in his imagination,

pretending his pet cat
is a giant panther

and his sand box
is a beautiful
Florida beach.

It was this really
adorable little story.

This is Radioactive Party
Panthers from Fort Lauderdale
you're talking about?

It only became that
after Faustino signed on.

That's when we started getting
all these ridiculous rewrites.

I'm talking
real baloney here.

The whole movie changed,
became this big shoot 'em up.

We weren't
interested in that.

Wow. So it sounds like Ron was
actually doing you a favor
by firing Joey.

He was.

Ronnie was a sweetheart.
He just got caught up
and taken for a ride.

You gotta be careful.

This industry will eat you
alive if you let it.

Hey, do you need
anything else, Dr. B?

No.
Enjoy your evening.
You, too.

Thanks again
for the dissertations.

Who knows, maybe I'll be so
inspired, I'll end up writing
multiple papers myself.

Just focus on the one,
Mr. Bray.

Hey, you're still here.

Yes. I used to get
some of my best work done

after the lab had shut down
for the night.

Is everything okay?

There appears to be evidence
of buckle fracturing

on the angles
of the right side ribs
seven, eight and nine.

I meant with you.

You've been distant all day.

Angela, do you believe in
passion in the workplace?

Well, given that Hodgins and I
have been caught in the
Egyptian room a few times...

I meant professionally.

How important do you think
it is for us to love
what we do?

Uh, well, it's important,
but it's not everything.

Most people
don't love their jobs.

They don't even
like them.

They do them
because they have to.

What if they
didn't have to?

If you can afford to leave
an unfulfilling job,
why wouldn't you?

Are you...
Just curious, that's all.

Left side ribs seven, eight
and nine also show evidence
of buckle fracturing.

The presence of these
injuries suggests

a substantial amount of weight
having been applied
to the victim's chest.

As if the killer
sat on the victim
while smashing his head in.

That sounds like
a very violent way
to kill someone.

It speaks more
to a crime of passion.

I'll inform Aubrey.

I know you're concerned
about me, Angela,

and I really am okay.

Geez, I thought I was
in early. Look at you.

No, you are.
I'm just here late.

You've been here
all night?
Yeah.

I'm comparing
the shooting draft
of the script

with the early version
that Barb Martucci sent over.

Uh-huh. Wow.

These are all the changes
that Faustino made
when he got on.

So in a course of three weeks,
he completely rewrote
Ron's entire movie.

Okay, well, Ron was
financing the project.

Why would he give up
control like that?

Well, he gave up control
the minute that
he hired Faustino.

Faustino was the name
that was gonna sell
Ron's movie.

Right, and if he
didn't have him,

then he would just have
an expensive home video.

And on the day
of Ron's death,

Faustino rewrote
the final portion
of the original script.

I mean,
Ron's sweet little movie
was officially over.

You think that was
his breaking point?

Well, eventually,
you either give up
or you fight back.

I think maybe Ron
decided to fight back.
That's what got him killed.

Good work, Aubrey.
Look at you.

Just killed
that one, huh?

You earned those bags
under your eyes.

Cam, you were right.

The scratch
on the victim's neck
was from a panther.

So, the trainer
lied to us.

Well, no,
not exactly.
May I?

So the panther claw
that created the wound
wasn't made of keratin,

it was made of
polyurethane resin.

What, a fake panther claw?
A Party Panther claw.

So, we're gonna need to
test everyone in the panther
suits used in the movie.

Or just one.

See, I also found neon orange
aerosol paint particulates
in the wound.

Great. Which one of the actors
wore the orange panther suit?

Why don't I show you?
Why don't you just tell me?

I think it will have
a bigger impact.
Hodgins, just...

Pamanther. Pamanther wears
a neon orange panther claw.

Isn't that the character
David Faustino played?

Sometimes the only way
to stop a panther
is to become a panther.

Man, I still got it.
I mean, look at me.

Oh!

What's the Bone of Contention
dude doing here?

You're kidding me.
We're questioning you
for murder, pal.

Well, I must be
in some serious heat
if you brought in the big gun.

Uh, actually,
I'm the big gun on this.

Yeah, I know big guns,
and you are not a big gun.

Hey, you know I auditioned
for the role of Agent Andy,
right?

I mean, I would have
been playing you.
How crazy is that?

Nope. How's that
for a big gun, huh?

Techs found Ron's blood
on your panther arm.

Sounds like Pamanther
has a little explaining to do.

And we know that
you took an ax
to Ron's script,

turned it into quite
the turd, if you ask me.

Party Panthers
was not a turd, okay?

Well, it was because of you,
and Ron was sick of it.

So he decided
to confront you,

and that's when
your famous temper
took over.

You attacked Ron,
you climbed on top of him,

smashed his head in.

Okay, Ron was the one
who attacked me.

All I did was ask
for a "written by" credit.

Dude just snapped.
Came charging at me.

I mean, I must have
scratched him while
trying to fight him off.

So you killed him
in self-defense?

I didn't kill Ron, okay?

I just held him down
to get him to
stop freaking out.

I mean, the guy was raging.
He said I ruined everything.

Doesn't sound like
he was wrong.

Whatever, man, all I know
is that Ron gave me
the credit,

we made our peace,
and he left.

That's the last time
I saw the guy.

But why did you fail
to mention that
to Agent Aubrey

last time
you talked to him?

- Who's Aubrey?
- Are you kidding?

I'm Aubrey.

If people hear
I got into another fight
with a director,

I'll be uninsurable.
My career will be over.

Please, Agent Andy,

this has to stay
between the two of us.

The two of you?
Seriously?
I don't know.

I'm two feet away
from the man.
I don't get this guy.

If Faustino smashed
the victim's skull
into the ground,

he would've had direct contact
with it during the murder.

And if he was still wearing
the panther claw...

Well, actually,

I think I found something
in the margins of
the foramen magnum.

Oh. Yes. The ring fracture
caused by the fall
from the overpass.

I noted this injury
early in the investigation,
Mr. Bray.

No. Underneath it.

Hemorrhagic staining,
evidence of another
ring fracture.

You are correct.

It appears the victim
fell before he fell.

If he landed
on his head,

that could have
caused the trauma
to the back of his skull.

Had he fallen from a height
greater than two stories,

we would have found
extensive perimortem
fracturing

on the internal bones.

So the victim was whacked
with a cylindrical object,

then thrown off
a one-to-two story
building.

Unfortunately,
the height of the building

will not help us narrow down
the search, but maybe
the type of roof will.

So, in addition
to landscaping,

white marble chips are
occasionally used as
surface material on roofs,

and one of those roofs
is on Snoozeland.

Do we know how tall
this building is?

Yeah. According to
the calculations,
the building is 23 feet tall.

Roughly two stories.

It's the flagpoles.

The width of the poles

appears to be a match
for the damage found on the
victim's scapula and sacrum.

So the victim was pushed off
the building, and hit the
poles on the way down.

Then the killer
threw the body
off an overpass

to disguise
the initial fall.

The blood on the flagpoles
confirms that Ron was killed
at Snoozeland.

Yeah, Ron left
Faustino's trailer
around midnight.

The body was thrown
over the overpass
about six hours later.

According to
the time sheets,

the only person at Snoozeland
between 12:00 and 6:00
was Linda.

Well, Linda said
she hadn't seen him in weeks.

Right. So what was
he doing back there?

The guy's in the middle
of directing a movie.

Look, it's like
what you said.

At a certain point,
either you fight back
or you give up.

Okay. So Ron
was giving up.

He was going back to
where he felt
that he belonged.

Look, having Ron back
would only make
Linda's job easier.

Why would she kill him?

Because it wasn't
about ease.

So Ron
coming back to work

meant that you were going back
to being his number two.

Ron was coming
back to work?

This was supposed to be
your time to shine, Linda.

This was your chance
to finally prove
what you could do,

to finally,
after all these years,

crawl out from
under your boss's big,
looming shadow.

And all you wanted was
an opportunity
to show yourself,

your friends,
your family,

that you had
what it took.

And here he was
waltzing back in

and throwing
that big shadow
right over you.

He was sitting up there,
smoking.

He said the movie was
a mistake and he was
coming back to work.

And I was working so hard.

I couldn't go back
to being his sidekick again.

And it just happened.
I just

pushed him.

Linda Martin,
you're under arrest for the
murder of Ron Bergman.

Good job, Aubrey.

So, you know, if we didn't get
a confession from Linda,

she would have walked.

Sometimes, you just
need to know which buttons
to push, huh, Booth?

What's that
supposed to mean?

I know you were
messing with me.

Me? Come on.
Yep. Bad information
in my ear.

Throwing me
off my game.

All right, okay.
You got me.

But you know what,
I had to see for myself

if you could grab the bull
by its horns and get it done.

And you got her done.
Good job.

Thank you.

So, does that mean
I'm going to get more
ASA experience?

No, it doesn't.
Sorry.

But it does mean that
you're going to become

a full-fledged Supervisory
Special Agent.

Come on. What?
They're promoting me?

Look, the L.A. field office
has been inquiring about you,

so I said to myself,

what better way to show them
that you're qualified
to do this by...

Giving me my own case.

They're gonna
offer you the job.

My God! Booth, I've never
even been to Los Angeles.

You're gonna love it.

It's a place full of schemes
and dreams and pros and cons,
all about the show.

Good work.

I hear it's
a little bit lacking
in the pizza department.

Yeah, their pizza's
really bad.

You know what?
You shouldn't
take the job.

Thanks, Booth.

Thank you.

Hey.

Just wanted to see
if everything was okay.

It's not like you to miss
anything on the bones.

I've had a lot
on my mind today.

Actually, could you
please take a seat?

Uh...

Okay.

Sounds serious.

Do you like being here,
Mr. Bray?

Yeah, of course
I like being here.

I need you
to answer a question,
and answer it honestly.

What would you do
if you couldn't work
here anymore?

I don't know. I'd be mad,
I'd be confused.

What is this about?

But you wouldn't
stop breathing, would you?

No, of course not.

I couldn't breathe
if I didn't do this anymore.

I mean,
I'm speaking figuratively...

Hang on, is this because
I couldn't find a topic
for my dissertation?

I was so excited
to write my dissertations

because I loved what I was
doing, and I couldn't wait
to keep learning.

I just haven't found
the right topic yet.

Maybe because it's not
in the field of anthropology.

Wait, what are
you saying? Are you...

Are you firing me?

No. No,
I wouldn't fire you.

But you should know
that you're too smart
to waste your life

doing something
that your heart isn't in.

I mean, you're not wrong.

I like my job,
but compared with you
and the other interns...

There's something
bigger out there.

You need to go after it
while you still can.

You guys are like
my family here.

That will not change.

Wow.

This is not how
I saw my day ending.

This is going to
be good, Wendell.

Yeah.

Is it cool if I still
come over for the game
tomorrow night?

Yes. Yes, I'm making
my famous puttanesca.

On game night?

Game night is for,
like, nachos and beer.
Does Booth know about this?

Of course.
He loves my puttanesca.

Okay, fine.
I'll bring the nachos,

and you can make your weird,
fancy sauce, and we'll see
what everyone eats first.

Deal.

I'm bringing the beer.

Just so you know...