We love you guys!
Dale and Ellie met
at base camp on Mt. Everest two years ago,
so you know that they are comfortable
with life's ups and downs.
But know that your love will allow you
to absorb these with new strength
as you are joined for life in holy matrimony.
Do you, Dale McGilliard, take Ellie Spiller
to be your wife in sickness and in health,
through good times and bad, till death do you part?
I do.
And do you, Ellie, take Dale as your husband in...
I do, I do, I do.
Then by the powers vested in me by the State of Maryland,
I pronounce you man and wife.
Kiss and take the plunge into married bliss.
Well, my guess is, that this is going to put a crimp
in their wedding night. Why?
Oh, come on, I mean coming face-to-face
with death like that,
kind of kills the desire, don't you think?
I work with remains every day
but if I'm sexually attracted to someone
I'm perfectly capable
of engaging in spirited... Okay. Okay.
Okay, Bones, I get it.
I'm just saying, you know what?
You have to be kind of crazy to bungee jump.
Watch yourself.
I got it. It's perfectly safe.
Tell that to Captain Splat over here, huh?
First bungee accident I ever saw.
Probably because you're ten.
This was no bungee accident.
The victim is fairly well-dressed...
tie, sport coat.
Definitely not bungee attire.
And this compound tibial fracture...
if he was still alive when he fell,
the bone should have bled.
Meaning...?
Meaning someone threw him off the cliff
after he was already dead.
Yeah, suspicious circumstances,
foul play, dirty deeds... I think you get the point.
Okay, let's get it back to Jeffersonian, Bones.
Right? Oh. Gloves.
Right. Wrap that up, kid.
Took ten minutes to hike down to the foot of the cliff
to find the body.
Local fauna include a wide variety of birds,
rodents and crabs...
all of which have had a go at the remains.
Fascinating that one would risk
intraocular hemorrhaging, peroneal nerve damage,
not to mention quadriplegia,
just to experience a simple beta-endorphin rush.
What fascinates me is that we've ruled out death by bungee
and yet you remain fascinated.
Okay, I'm ready to start
the facial reconstruction.
Gross.
Wow, this is really gross.
I'm going to come back.
Dental X-rays indicate the victim was undergoing dental restoration
for abfraction lesions on his molars.
Heavy grinder.
High stress job?
All right, well, I'll send pictures to Booth,
see if he can check with local dentists.
Dr. Brennan, there is staining
on this Le Fort 1 fracture.
Hemorrhaging into the maxillary sinuses.
Classic...
punch in the nose at or around the time of death.
Which would be between two to five days ago.
If this body's been dead more than five days,
the tissue shows a much higher rate of decomp.
Yeah, I got late second instar Phormia regina
and Chrysomya rufifacies.
Which, I admit,
seems weird, but my little squads of death don't lie.
Forgive me, Doctors, but...
is his skin moving?
God, that's strange.
Insect activity?
Never seen insects like that.
Except in Alien.
I'm secreting adrenaline.
I guess we should see what's inside.
What the hell is that?
I have no idea.
Everyone, away from the body!
We're in lockdown.
Do you have any idea what the foam is?
No idea at all.
But we could be dealing with a poison,
a virus, or a biotoxin.
So no one touches or... sniffs it
or anything else until we've run tests.
This is a first for me.
Perhaps if Mr. Nigel-Murray and I could examine the bones...
I'm annoying you.
Patience, Dr. Brennan.
Curiosity killed the cat.
I'm running the bugs through the Mass Spec.
I'm not getting any toxins,
but they might not have fed on the remains yet.
In other words, I need more samples.
We all need more samples.
I know.
I would just like us all to stay alive
during the process. In 400 BC,
Hypocrites declared
that disease was not caused by demons.
Great. So we can rule out demons.
Alex Newcomb, 33.
The FBI got an ID off his dentals.
The dentist has the brother listed as the emergency contact.
Perhaps you should help Agent Booth
question the victim's brother.
I'll call when you can have access to the remains.
Okay.
Service Department,
you've got a customer waiting, line three.
I thought the guy was dead.
He is dead, but his skin was moving.
Wait a second. Moving skin on a dead guy?
Yes. Then he started foaming.
Wait a second.
Foaming? Okay, what would cause that?
Too much beer? Or maybe he ate soap?
You should stop using cartoons
as a scientific reference point.
Okay, you know the guy who owns this place,
he has a monkey. Ma'am?
Does he feel that a monkey
will inspire me to buy a car?
Bones, it's marketing, okay.
Look, hey, "We don't sell cars..."
"We sell adventure!"
So, what can the Mighty Mo put you in today?
Mmm, you look like a sporty two-door man.
Actually, he has a very nice car.
Ooh, I'll say.
That Sequoia's a honey.
Yeah, tell me about it.
Roomy enough, you could have a Super Bowl party back there.
What is that, GPS, side air bags.
We're looking for...
Such great gas mileage for, you know, a can-do machine.
Are you looking to trade in?
No, we're looking for...
Because I can offer you a sweet deal
from the heart of the jungle.
We're here to see Chet Newcomb.
Okay.
Between us, as much as we all love Chet,
as Bwana of the Month,
I'm really in a better position to offer you a deal.
So... Right.
And that'd be just great, Mighty Mo,
if we were here to buy a car, but we're not.
You know, FBI.
Well, he's back there. Thank you.
What?
She roared me first.
Doesn't mean you have to roar her back.
The doctor said you have to take all of these on a full stomach.
Desmo...
Desmopress... Desmopressin?
Do you have kidney problems?
No, it's just a, uh, slight infection.
Hi. Chet Newcomb.
What can I do for you today?
Uh, with the FBI.
I'd like to ask you a few questions, you know...
in private.
Oh. Uh, well, this is my wife, Vanessa.
How do you do, ma'am? Pleasure to meet you.
We just, uh, have to have a few words.
Oh, well, I was just going.
I have a fitting anyway...
a client waiting on a bridesmaid's dress.
Actually, you might want to stay.
Booth has some bad news about your husband's brother.
He may need consoling. Bones...
Wasn't that sensitive?
What happened to my brother?
He was found at the base of a cliff
at Whitney Cove. Oh, my God.
I told him he that
was crazy to try that bungee thing.
There was an accident?
No. He was...
What's a sensitive way of saying murdered?
Murdered?!
Sorry. When you're ready,
we'd like to ask you a few questions
about your brother. He was murdered?
Yeah, we're very sorry for your loss.
Where was the last place your brother worked?
Um, until a couple of weeks ago
he worked... he worked here.
Uh, then he left
and he went to work for Criterion
across the street.
Can you think of anyone who wanted to do him harm?
He was a car salesman.
Jungle Jim and Alex got into it pretty bad when Alex quit.
Jungle Jim?
Perimortem fractures on the victim's parietal.
Cause of death?
No, though, you know,
might stun him for a moment.
Is there any chance we can remove the remains
from the iso-tank?
I can't get a definitive reading yet.
I have organic matter,
from the victim and numerous creatures
that took a piece from him.
I'm running another test for viruses
that could've been transmitted from the animals.
Dr. Saroyan, uh, the bones... there's more foam.
Where? Ooh, uh,
it's spreading. Originating from where?
The Chinese throw away
900 billion chopsticks every year.
Any relevance whatsoever?
No, no, none. It's, uh...
I'm just... I'm a tad disoriented.
So when you spout facts, it's your way of maintaing focus.
Facts are the stitches
that hold the fabric of existence together.
In that case,
is it individual chopsticks or pairs?
Individual.
The foam is coming from inside the bones themselves.
Through the periosteum.
Wow.
Alex Newcomb.
That's terrible.
Is that thing tame?
Banas?
Oh, he ain't flung poo since I bought him this hat.
Alex.
He was one ornery son of a bitch, but what a salesman.
Why did he quit working here?
Oh, he didn't quit. I fired him.
He was Bwana of the Month
every month for over two years.
The last two, he dropped to bwana number three.
I told him if he didn't pick it up,
we'd have to reduce his commissions.
I mean, why pay top bwana money
for a number three bwana?
And how did he react?
This is tough to talk about.
It's just tough.
He shoved Banas off my shoulders.
Just... shoved him.
I've been waiting for an apology.
I would've taken him back
if he'd just apologized to Banas.
Apologize to a monkey?
He's got a heart just like you and me.
I think it shows a basic lack of humanity to push a monkey.
No wonder somebody killed him.
Alex shoved Jungle Jim's monkey?
There's your motive.
That man has an unnatural attachment to his monkey.
Everyone knows you don't touch the monkey.
Everyone.
We need some actual evidence.
Listen, what can you tell us about Alex?
Alex was a very good salesman.
You see, in the one month,
he broke every sales record we had.
Buddy, is it?
Looks like he took your spot.
Hey, family business, man.
It's all good.
My God, this is such tragedy.
How did his, uh, brother take the news?
Oh, you, uh, you know Chet?
Sure, Alex wanted me to hire him.
But now I feel bad that I could not.
Why couldn't you?
The poor man is sick.
I need a strong man to sell my cars.
Why?
'Cause you want to buy a car
from a guy who's, you know, vital.
Makes a... a man feel
like, you know, he's on the winning team,
makes a woman feel all protected and safe.
That makes no sense.
No, I believe he's correct.
Mm-hmm, as do I, yeah.
Did Alex have any enemies?
Lemon guy. Lemon guy.
Is that another car dealer?
No. Angry customer took a golf club...
Tah!... like that to Alex's windshield.
Seven iron.
No, it was a nine iron.
Oh, yeah.
He said Alex, uh, sold him a lemon car.
Bashed in Alex's ride.
Did Alex sell him a lemon?
No way.
We are a class act.
Yeah, that's simply not how we roll, man.
Every serologic and biologic diagnostic I've run
comes up the same...
no drugs, viruses, poisons.
Mine show no evidence of arsenic, ethylene glycol or cyanide.
No signs of any toxins.
Then we could let him out?
Okay.
But we proceed
with extreme caution.
In the Dark Ages,
it was believed that holding wine in the mouth
while breathing through the nose would prevent the plague.
That's the best idea I've heard today.
Does it work with tequila?
Uh-oh.
What?
This bone is, um, it's gone quite soft.
Gelatinous.
I believe it's disintegrating.
We're losing our evidence?
How much time do we have? Uh...
Tell me a little known fact.
What? Uh... okay.
Did you know that the international telephone
dialing code for Antarctica is 672?
Did you know that, Mr. Nigel-Murray?
I did not.
I estimate that we are losing approximately
12% bone mass every hour.
Which means...
we could lose our evidence long before we solve our murder.
Nice grip on this iron.
So, is this the type of club that you used
to bash in Alex Newcomb's windshield?
Hey, this guy took my money.
And when there was a problem, it was like I didn't even exist.
He's lucky the only thing you went after was his windshield.
That isn't what Booth really thinks?
Uh, no, no.
Booth sees that the man is humiliated
and he displays empathy.
So, lying.
Manipulating.
Much like the car salesmen.
I used to teach psychological techniques to car salesmen
to make money for grad school.
Not one of my finest moments.
A lemon is a car that craps out on you
three months to a year after you buy it.
I didn't get more than ten miles off that lot
when the brakes failed.
That's not a lemon, that's a death trap.
Yeah, you feared for your life.
No, not my life... my kid...
who was in the backseat, four years old,
he cracked a rib, he...
hit his head, he got stitches.
Wow, I mean,
you expect a car like that to be safe.
That's damn right. Yeah, right?
I got a kid.
If someone endangered his life,
I'd kill the guy.
Wait...
Somebody killed this guy?
Killed him.
Dead.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, look...
I busted up his windshield, all right.
I... I l... lost my temper.
But there is no way
I'm gonna let my kid live without a father.
I want to do that.
Do what?
Connect to people, like Booth does.
You could teach me.
Oh, I don't know.
In the spirit of scientific inquiry, I'd like to see
if what you say about psychology is true.
Did you just dare me, Dr. Brennan?
Hey, got something.
I found some particulates on our victim's clothing.
Simmondsia chinensis, mica Red 7 Lake,
and Fragaria anassa.
Also known as Lust Dust.
Lust Dust?
On his pants.
His, uh, lap.
Strawberry body glitter.
Such as might be utilized by a lap dancer?
Well, that's something I can tell Booth.
That makes me King of the Lab.
A large percentage of the monarchy
are actually mentally handicapped due to inbreeding.
Can't ruin it for me.
King of the Lab!
Hey, Bones, look, this is the only strip club
in proximity to Alex's home and work, all right.
You know what, you didn't have to come inside with me.
No, I look forward to observing your behavior.
My what?
Sweets says you're manipulative.
Like a salesman.
I want to study your technique.
My technique? Wait, I'm gonna smack that guy.
You put people at ease, get them to do your bidding.
It's a very useful skill.
One I wish my father had passed on to me.
All right, look, your father is a con man,
I am not a con man.
Let us just remember that.
Okay, just watch. Don't say anything.
Excuse me, ladies, uh, if I may, um,
which one of you likes to use this stuff?
It's strawberry Lust Dust.
Well, that would be me.
Strawberry Lust. Right. Strawberry Lust.
The one and only.
I'm sure you thought long and hard about
that stage name, right?
We'd like to speak with you in private.
No, not in private.
I could just ask you a few questions here.
All right, Bones, you know what? It's a little weird that you're
here watching. Why don't you just go outside...
It's not weird, baby.
Lots of people like to watch.
Oh, thank you.
I get tremendous satisfaction
out of observing a whole variety of activities.
I'd just like to ask you a couple questions.
Your boyfriend's shy, isn't he?
Sweet.
That'll be 60 bucks.
Okay, I got that.
Bones? Here you go.
Thanks. Hey, relax.
She's going to be enjoying this, too.
Right, just...
Whoa, all right.
Not so interested in talking now, are you, baby?
You have excellent control of your hips.
So I've been told.
Wh... Um, Miss Lust,
um, Miss Lust, actually,
I'm with the, uh, FBI.
I need to ask you, um...
few question about maybe a client?
FBI?
I'm a criminal science major at Georgetown.
Yeah, and yet,
here you are, right?
Working off student loans?
You know it. School's a fortune.
Well, I think you will pay off your loans very quickly.
Bones?
She's quite arousing, which I imagine
translates into excellent tips.
All right, uh, Miss Lust, um, Alex Newcomb,
um, Criterion Cars, uh, salesman.
Uh, maybe a client of yours?
Yeah, sure, regular. What about him?
Well, we have evidence that you, um,
gave him a lap dance
on the night that he died.
Died?
Whoa.
Murdered?
Can you just answer the, uh...
Right, cooperate fully.
I aced my freshman criminology class.
Um, I gave him a couple of dances Thursday night.
He was pretty drunk.
Started a fight
and Billy had to kick him out.
Wait... wait a minute.
Am I a suspect?
Because all I do is gyrate and that never killed anyone.
Uh, did he get into a fight with one of the bouncers?
No, with another car salesman.
You know, the Indian guy?
Buddy.
From Criterion.
He lied to you.
You should go talk to Buddy.
Yes, I... I should.
Then tell Miss Lust to get up.
I think that might be
a little embarrassing right now, huh, baby?
That's my gun.
Give us a minute?
Okay.
Outside.
What's outside?
Can you go outside, please?
Wh... did we get our 60 dollar's worth yet?
We'll start with a simple exercise
um, to recognize emotions
from facial expressions.
Then I'll give you skills to deal with those emotions.
Okay.
Okay, just give me a moment.
Okay.
You're ill.
Ill? No, Dr. Brennan, no.
Ill is not even an emotion.
My brow is furrowed,
mouth slightly open,
eyes quizzical.
I'm expressing confusion,
and its corresponding vulnerability.
What are you confused about?
That's not important at this point.
Now it's just important to recognize
that when someone is vulnerable,
you have the opportunity to help them feel secure.
Thereby gaing their trust and forming a relationship.
Having this skill can, ahh,
it can enrich all aspects of your life.
And not just supply the world with dishonest car salesmen.
No.
Let's try another one. Okay.
Okay!
Wha... what is wrong?
I... you are very intolerant, Sweets.
I am doing the best that I can. Okay.
That's right, that's right, I was expressing anger.
Excellent recognition.
Very poor response to it, though.
Should I have become physical?
No. Well, not if you're trying to establish
an emotional connection.
Do you think that Booth was trained like this?
Some people just have a natural ability.
But, hey, hey,
Dr. Brennan, you're a brilliant woman.
And you'll get there, okay?
Okay.
The skull is melting.
We can use this C- Ring magnifier
to enlarge a greater area.
Whoa!
Well...
Uh, the fire appears not
to have damaged the remains.
How did it start?
Oh, I see, so we're going with the old
"blame the corpse" defense.
I just... I turned on the C-Ring magnifier,
and then there was a little pop, and then...
Whoosh.
Pop, whoosh.
But if the light was the ignition source,
that suggests the body was emitting some kind of gas.
Uh, diatomic gases
emit a distinctive ultraviolet hue when they oxidize.
These remains were emitting hydrogen gas.
Not anymore... it all burned up.
Whatever mysterious process is destroying these bones
emits hydrogen gas as a by-product.
Agent Booth...
is it the FBI's intention
to confiscate our automobile?
Oh, no, but, you know, I might
be in the market to buy one, Mr. Shirazi.
Base price starts at $114,000, Agent Booth.
Family money.
Well, please, call me Buddy.
Okay.
4.2 liter V8,
carbon ceramic brakes
with monobloc Brembo calipers.
Zero to 60?
4.6 seconds, but, uh...
please, not during the test drive.
Right.
You married, Buddy?
Yes, indeed, bro. Four blissful years, but, uh,
I know you must be a bachelor,
because this car is for prowling.
That's right. I am a bachelor.
I do like to prowl.
I usually head over to that, uh...
that strip club, uh, Imperial Showgirls
over on, uh, Washtenaw.
You know, where they have all that lap dancing.
I... I don't know that place.
No?
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Oh, God, please...
Imperial Showgirls?
Uh, did my wife send you?
Okay, please, I implore you to slow down.
Uh, the railway tracks.
What? The railway tracks are there,
and you must please slow down to five miles an hour
before we... okay. What do you need to know?
You got into a fight with Alex Newcomb
at Imperial Showgirls the night he was murdered.
I want to know why.
He stole a client from me.
I punched him in the nose. Please, man, the tracks.
How do I know you're not lying? I'm not lying.
I'm not lying, I swear. I'm not lying. I'm not a liar.
The tracks! The tracks! The tracks!
The tracks! The tracks!
Thank you, Agent Booth.
Thank you.
Okay! We were both thrown out of the club.
I foolishly drove home drunk, and I apologize.
I won't do it again.
Okay, what did Newcomb do? I don't know.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Wait, wait!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Wait, wait, wait.
Wait, wait!
Wait, wait, wait.
He, uh... he took a cab.
He told the driver to...
to... to... to take him back to Jungle Jim's.
He said to me, "Screw you and everyone who works at Criterion.
I'm going to get my old job back."
Right.
You know what, this baby
definitely pulls to the right.
You have alignment problems.
You know what, I'm going to call my partner and get a ride back.
Did you check with the taxi company?
Oh, yeah. Alex Newcomb
Hey. took a taxi to Jungle Jim's that night,
uh, and the cabbie said that he was intoxicated.
Well, do you think that Newcomb was going
to apologize to the monkey and get his job back?
Well, yeah, he definitely wanted to get the monkey off his back.
But the monkey was on Jungle Jim's back.
Well, Alex felt guilty for leaving his brother
all alone at Jungle Jim's.
Oh, so Alex Newcomb's brother, Chet Newcomb,
was the monkey on the back.
Oh, you know what, I am getting off
that merry-go-round right now, Bones.
Booth?
Update?
I found perimortem Colles' fractures on both
the right and left distal radii.
Possibly from the breaking of a fall.
Where? Already dissolved.
Any definite cause of death?
Oh, uh, areas on the left lateral thorax
near the rib fractures show...
It's gone.
More evidence is gone?
The rate of dissolution is accelerating.
Are you hearing this, Dr. Hodgins?
We're losing the bones.
We have to figure a way
to arrest the destruction of...
Ion chromatography takes time.
Yeah, let's give him a little space.
Okay, so we know
that the bones are dissolving faster
than the rest of the body.
Why should that happen?
What do bones have that the rest of the body doesn't?
Calcium.
Oddly enough, calcium
is the fifth most abundant element in both
the crust of the Earth and the ocean.
We're looking for a corrosive that produces hydrogen gas
when it breaks down calcium.
Fluoride ions would tear through cells and soft tissue
until they met up with calcium.
All acids contain hydrogen.
Hydrofluoric acid.
Used in various, uh, pesticides, rust removers,
petrochemical development,
to clean and brighten certain metals.
Antacid.
You think he's troubled by indigestion?
Antacid contains magnesium hydroxide.
If we cover the hydrofluoric acid in enough magnesium,
it will stop attacking the bones.
Makes sense... I hope.
The first recorded
antacid was an amalgam of ambergris and musk,
though since ambergris could only be obtained from whales,
it wasn't readily available to all.
Wh... it's working.
Yeah.
What's happening?
The good news is that the bones stopped dissolving.
The, uh, bad news is...
Our foamy friend seems to be petrifying
right before our very eyes.
Oh, God.
Mr. Nigel-Murray, perhaps you and Dr. Hodgins
can figure out a way to free the victim's remains
so that we can discover cause of death.
Well, how do we do that?
Drop it on the floor like a piggy bank?
I suggest
we cut off one of the limbs...
one of the less crucial limbs, of course...
and run some tests.
Are you serious?
No.
Would it interest you to know...
No, at-at this moment, it... it would not.
Please, Booth, I'm ready.
One lesson with Sweets doesn't turn you
into the master interrogator.
What, is master interrogator a real thing?
Technically, no.
You got to know exactly what you want to find out when you go in there.
Really, if you can do it, I can.
Seriously.
You think you can do anything I can do?
Not the big, strong, sheerly physical things,
but otherwise... yes.
Fine, be my guest.
Be the big cheese.
Fill the shoes.
Here, take an earpiece
in case you, you know, need help.
Okay, but don't distract me unnecessarily.
It's all your fault. You know that, right?
Why? You're the one that said yes.
I'm Dr. Brennan.
Yeah, I know.
We met, like, five times.
Together, you and I are going
to help each other out here.
If by "help," you mean put me in the electric chair.
Was that a confession?
Because it sounded like a confession.
No, no, no, I was... I was being, um...
Are you serious?
I'm sorry.
Did you enjoy sex with Alex Newcomb?
No, I did not.
It was over too quick,
and he didn't put enough weight on his elbows.
So... you admit to a sexual relationship?
No, no. No, once again, I was...
I was joking, so...
No.
We just worked together.
Where were you last Thursday night?
Bowling.
Did you kill Alex Newcomb?
No.
Did you?
No.
Oh.
Will you just...
ask her if Alex Newcomb ever stole
any of her customers.
Did Alex ever skate any of your sales?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, he did.
I'd have referrals come in on my days off,
and he would tell them I'd been fired.
That's terrible.
Look, the only person that he really cared about was his brother.
How do you know?
Why do you think Alex went from number one to number three?
He punted sales to his brother.
Made me number one.
So, you had no reason to kill him.
Nope.
Thank you for your cooperation.
That's it?
Okay.
I'm sorry.
You were right... she wasn't ready.
No, she wasn't ready, Sweets,
but we found out something really, really important.
What, the woman bowls?
No, we found out that the victim
was secretly carrying his brother.
Any good news?
I think I may have discovered cause of death.
Even though the victim
is still wearing his hard candy coating?
I went back over the X-rays
and the MRI scans.
This defect on the posterior aspect
of the sternum.
There.
That's very small.
This shadow suggests that the margins bevel inward,
which suggests that it was left by the tip
of whatever weapon was used to kill the victim.
How can we confirm that?
By cracking this baby open and taking a good look.
So...
IC results confirm anions of chloride, sulfate,
phosphate, nitrate and fluoride.
So his body was exposed
to highly concentrated hydrofluoric acid.
Ah, we got something right.
Now, how do we get him out?
No idea.
Perhaps...
one good sharp shock with a mallet
would free the remains inside.
I also found some fecal matter
on the bottom of the shoes.
90% of the world's population
have fecal matter on the bottom of their shoes.
Not from a Cebinae Cebus. A what?
Capuchin. Jungle Jim's monkey Banas
is of the capuchin variety,
named thus for their uncanny resemblance
to the, uh, Capuchin monks,
uh, the... an offshoot of the Franciscan order.
They had... motile flagellates
in the poop date the freshness to five days ago.
The same day Alex Newcomb was killed.
Has anyone suggested a pinata scenario?
I'll leave you to it.
You people better have a warrant.
We have reason to believe
that Alex Newcomb was here the night he died.
Well, I didn't see him.
Monkey crap?
You're here looking for monkey crap?
Feces, yes.
It won't be hard to find.
Maybe Banas should wear a diaper all the time.
Diaper.
All right, if Alex was here,
I didn't see him.
Okay, what is going on now?
Oh, they think that Banas killed Alex.
We never said that.
O... okay, wait a minute.
You think Alex was killed here?
N... no, n... nobody here killed Alex.
Would you just go back to the floor? Go.
Go.
Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan,
we found blood.
So there's an additional wide stain around the blood
where the concrete is clearly pitted.
What is it?
It's congruent with a strong acid.
What is this, please?
That's Gleam-o. What's that?
It's a tire cleaner... it's... it's real concentrated.
Is it corrosive?
60% hydrofluoric acid.
That would explain what happened to Alex Newcomb's bones.
So we got blood, we got a method of disposing the body.
Looks like you're going to have to shut the jungle down, pal.
Why?
Because everyone who works here is now a suspect.
Including you, Jungle Jim.
Here you go.
So... the blood from Jungle Jim's
is a match for Alex Newcomb.
He was killed in the service area.
He was killed and then soaked in corrosive tire cleaner.
So...
the killer thinks the body is going to dissolve instantly,
like it does in the movies, then nothing happens
except every alarm in the lab goes off time and again.
You okay?
Yes.
This is just really good wine.
Right,
okay, so the killer still has the body,
so he tosses it off the cliff.
What was Alex Newcomb doing back at Jungle Jim's that night?
Ah... Bones here already figured that one out.
I did? How?
Alex was there for his brother, trying to save Chet's job.
You got that one right.
I've got dipsticks, pry bars, ceremonial weapons,
but the defect in the sternum is too small
to make a definitive match.
The stab perforated the spine.
What about injury to the vertebrae?
According to my calculations, reversing the trajectory
of the nick in the sternum, Alex was stabbed
between the seventh and the eighth vertebrae.
But we won't get anything from those vertebrae.
They were already jelly when the X-rays were taken.
I hate this case.
Did you know that the earliest production of wine
took place in 6,000 BC in what is now Iran?
From grapes.
Rice was used in China in 7,000 BC.
Is there anything you don't know?
Yes, the murder weapon.
Dr. Brennan is very adamant that without a murder weapon
it's much more difficult to prosecute
a homicide.
We have to find a way to unseal this body.
W- Whoa, whoa!
Dr. Saroyan, okay, I'd just like to point out
that this could very much resemble what happens
when one strikes an egg with a sledgehammer.
Can you see another choice?
Could we at least don some rain gear first?
Maybe I could help.
Why is it that nobody ever says to me,
"Gee, Angela, this looks impossible,
but maybe you're the person who could solve the problem"?
Cam says you might be able to do a virtual examination of the body.
I've been working on a new program
that uses Configuration-bias Monte Carlo method.
Here are the bones currently left in the body.
Now, there's not much left,
but by factoring in rate of decomposition
and bone destruction from the hydrofluoric acid,
I can attempt to virtually regrow
the bone.
I have been to 74 interrogations with Booth...
42 in the room and 32 observing.
Uh-huh.
I should be able to do it.
What, interrogate?
Yes. I... I even engaged in a very interesting session with Sweets
to improve my ability to manipulate people.
That wouldn't work.
Why not?
Because what Booth has,
you can't learn from baby boy shrink.
Booth's brilliant at pretending
to be stupider than he actually is most of the time.
Brilliant at stupidity?
Especially around you.
Okay, here is what Alex Newcomb's skeleton looked like
12 hours ago.
Why would Booth do that?
Well, he knows that you like to be the smart one,
so he lets you have that.
All right, here's what Alex's bones looked like
at the time of his death.
Huh.
Jagged crenellations between the seventh and eighth vertebrae
indicate the path of the murder weapon.
Combing trajectory analysis with force
and thrust ratio.
This suggests
a square-edged blade with an overlying step
that was at least 16 centimeters long.
You know I am smarter than Booth.
Okay, so maybe you should just let him have
the people skills part of the job to himself then.
Can you zoom in there?
Okay, look at this.
A curved notch, maybe from a small pin?
Yeah, or a screw.
Screw.
Two blades held together by a screw.
Scissors.
You are amazing, Angela.
Eh, I just program the computer.
You're the whiz master who makes the calls.
You're welcome.
Hey, sweetie?
I think you'll find
that the murder weapon was a pair of tailor shears.
Why?
Why don't you run this information by Booth
and see how quickly he comes to the same conclusion?
Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan, how you doing?
Have you made any progress on the case?
Yeah, here you go.
What's this?
That's a warrant to seize all your scissors and sewing shears.
Why? Hey, Newcomb,
how long does it take to swallow a couple of pills?
We got customers on the floor.
Get your hat on.
What's going on?
Uh, get back inside, Chet. What's happening?
Just go back inside.
Don't lose your job.
Booth.
Oh, look at that.
See, our lab discovered
that the murder weapon was a pair of tailor shears.
And Booth
immediately remembered that you're a seamstress.
We're pretty sure we're going to find Alex Newcomb's blood on those.
Alex caught me with someone.
Sexually, you mean?
Who?
Jungle Jim?
Whoa, how did you get there?
That's how your sick husband kept his job.
First his brother tried to help then you.
It was just one time.
I told Jungle Jim I'd have sex with him
just once if he wouldn't fire Chet,
and... my luck,
Alex walked in looking to get his job back and...
Alex wouldn't listen to me.
He said he was going to tell Chet and I...
I couldn't let that happen, so...
So you killed him?
Look, I love my husband.
Yeah, so did his brother.
Just give me a ten. But you had most of the potatoes.
Okay, then you have that, okay?
All right.
Bones, you ready?
You haven't said anything about my interrogation.
Okay, you know what?
You did great, okay, better than I thought.
I was terrible.
Everybody's right.
I lack empathy.
You got empathy.
You're awkward.
That's different.
My stuff is bones, yours is people.
Right.
So you're admitting
that I'm better at something than you are?
No...
Yes.
A lot better.
Thanks, Bones.
Hey.
Can we go now?
Yes. Yes, wait till you see
what's outside.
So... what do you think?
Right, huh?
Buddy let me borrow it.
Can I drive it? Oh, no, no, wait a second.
This is a very powerful machine.
Well, I can handle it.
Okay, look,
once around the block.
Uh, maybe.
Okay.
Hey, driving a machine like this is like making love.
You have to go gently.
I go more for passionate and uninhibited
rather than gentle.
Bones, gently.
Go ahead.
Gentle, Bones, gentle.
Bones, easy on the gas.
Easy. Whoa, stop!
Brakes... the car broke.
Okay, let me drive.
No. Okay, fine, you know what?
Just do it without me, okay?
Wait, no.
It's no fun by myself.
See you. No, but at least help me get into first gear.
First gear? You're a scientist.
You can figure it out, right?
I'm a scientist, not a mechanic.
A mechanic? What did I say?
Drive it gently, but no, you don't listen to me.
I'm done, forget it.
No, come on, Booth, come back.
I am an excellent driver. See you.
Buddy's going to be very upset
you're leaving it here without...
Buddy will completely understand
because of the way that you drove that car.
I told you to go gently... everybody back out, back out.
Come on Booth!