So I've been a freegan for about a year now.
If Al Gore really cared about the environment,
he'd live out of Dumpsters.
You should, like, totally be in charge of the earth.
Don't I know it?
This is a primo Dumpster.
Two restaurants and a convenience store use it.
You're the only person I've ever brought here.
Nobody's taken me out to dinner in, like, forever.
We are going to indulge in a freegan feast, milady.
Hop in.
Okay.
Ooh.
"best before" dates
are just marketing tools
to increase profits and make more garbage
to feed the corporate monster.
Oh, look, eggs and some apples.
Just, just eat around the bruised part.
Mmm.
This is like throwing out
a baby.
I feel so close to you right now.
Oh, look at all the yogurt and the veggies.
Wait a minute, do you smell that?
There's something choice down there.
You learn to recognize scents, like a wine guy.
Yeah. Could be meat.
If you cook it through, it's fine.
Mmm, it's meat.
Hmm, the perfect murder?
I'm a forensic anthropologist.
It would be odd if I didn't consider the perfect murder.
First consideration: complete annihilation of the body.
No body, no murder, perfect.
Why are we talking about this?
My car, I choose the topic of conversation.
Also, my car achieves excellent gas mileage,
currently
51 miles per gallon.
Okay,
you win, so let's talk about the perfect murder.
Of course, at this point I'm simply being theoretical.
Wait, what do you mean "at this point"?
There are so many variables in a person's life,
it'd be irrational to completely rule out
the possibility of murdering someone.
No, it's not.
You say I'm never going to murder someone.
I don't believe in absolutes.
Scary. You know what?
You're really scaring me right now.
Because you know that if I did commit murder,
you'd never be able to catch me.
I could catch you.
No, my plan is foolproof.
Oh, now it's an actual plan.
Now, this is a good place to dispose of a body.
Trash men-- they come every other day,
and then it's off to the landfill,
body never to be seen. Perhaps.
There is no perfect murder; it's chance and luck.
My plan is perfect.
Look, if you can plan the perfect murder, so can I.
I can, too.
Yeah, okay, what's this?
That's it?
This is everything we found in the Dumpster--
the head and hands. Who found it?
A couple of Dumpster divers.
Dumpster divers.
The prominent glabella suggests the victim is male.
Whoa, Hodgins is going to love that.
Okay, what is that-- some kind of a bird's nest?
It's the victim's hair.
Wow, okay, was he scalped?
The teeth have been shattered,
most likely in an effort to obfuscate identity.
Well, you know, the Dumpster would cause the guy
to decompose pretty good, too.
You should keep that in mind when you plan your own murder.
Anything I should know, Seeley?
No, Camille.
I'll need you to separate out
all fragments of remains from the refuse.
You think the rest of him's in here?
I doubt it.
Based on the striations on the distal end of the ulna,
it's clear the hands were sawed off.
Overall,
I must say this was a well- conceived method for disposal.
Right, is that how you would do it?
I'm sorry, I can't share my murder plans with you.
Why?
You are dating a journalist.
If, in a postcoital haze, you relayed my method,
she might print it for killers everywhere
to see. Right,
because, you know, dismemberment and murder
is my topic of conversation after sex.
There is something
unusual about the phalanges, Dr. Brennan.
A flattened exostosis on the first metacarpal
and the proximal phalanx.
That? Even I know what that is.
You do? Yeah, old Army Ranger buddy
of mine had the same injury.
He got it from shooting a Desert Eagle handgun.
You think he's military? No, but the victim
definitely had a thing for big guns.
The evidence is consistent with your theory.
That's right, see, 'cause I always get my man.
I am a woman.
♪ Bones 6x04 ♪ The Body and the Bounty Original Air Date on October 14, 2010
♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method -- sync, corrected by elderman -- -- for www.addic7ed.com --
♪ ♪
Dr. Brennan.
Yes, Dr. Saroyan.
Is this a good time to interrupt?
Since you've already interrupted me,
I think it's the best possible time to interrupt.
Good, I want to introduce you to someone.
Who? Before I tell you
his name, I want you
to understand that he is, in fact,
very well-educated
with several advanced degrees.
Why does he look like that?
Because he's the Science Dude.
Professor Bunsen Jude the Science Dude.
I don't know what that means.
Uh, well, he's got his own kids' science show
on TV about science.
The Science Dude.
As I am no longer a child, I don't really watch those.
Dr. Brennan,
I am Professor Bunsen Jude the Science Dude.
I'm very happy to meet you.
I hope we can be friends.
Nice to meet you, Dude.
Amazing!
The professor has a proposition for you.
Ah, yes, I would like to shoot a special episode of my show here
in your lab with you
as my very special science guest.
No.
Dr. Brennan, this would be
very good for the Jeffersonian.
The Jeffersonian is over a century and a half old.
I doubt my appearance
on a mere children's show will have much effect.
Dr. Brennan, my show is not "mere."
Do you have any idea how many children I have introduced
to the world of science?
No.
Oh, millions and millions.
I am a serious scientist.
I hold degrees in astrophysics,
anatomy, chemistry and economics.
Children are not rigorous when it comes to empirical inquiry.
They mostly enjoy bad smells and loud noises.
Well, who doesn't like that?
I'm sorry, Professor.
All right, wait, wait.
What-- how about I prove myself to you?
I'll assist you in this case.
If I'm useful, then you do my show.
Dr. Brennan, you could use
a second pair of eyes.
We happen to be squintern-free.
There you go, I will be your squintern.
All right.
Ah.
Okay.
Amazing!
What do you observe?
Uh...
Uh-oh.
Well, uh, this is a cut-off head,
those are hands, and that there is his hair.
Perhaps I should have specified
that you tell me something pertinent.
May I?
Okay...
As you can see from the deltoid appearance,
this tells us this is not head hair.
Oh, God, you mean it's...
What, from...? No, no, no, that would really be a lot.
I think it's, it's,
it's head hair, but it's not from the top of the head.
It's from his, uh... chin and cheeks.
Dude is correct.
A beard-- that's better than...
It's all right to vomit, Dude.
When science gets icky, it's all right to be si...
Wow.
Mean-looking.
What's really scary, though,
is that there's somebody out there even worse,
who cut off his head and hands.
One little detail: this hair--
not from his head.
It's his beard.
Ah, no problemo.
Okay, voila.
Okay.
Well, let's get this to Booth,
see if anyone is missing this guy.
Mr. Gering. Yeah.
Greg Gering, Gering Bail Bonds.
Yeah, right, yeah, look at that.
I recognize you from all those billboards
I see all over the place, yeah.
So my people tell me you can identify this missing person?
Yeah, this is Ray,
Ray Kaminsky, aka Wolf.
Wolf, ah.
You guys put up bail for him?
No, Wolf is one of the good guys, or almost a good guy.
He's a skip tracer.
A bounty hunter?
Fully licensed, very experienced,
one of my best.
You sure he's dead?
Oh, yeah.
Hard to believe somebody got the drop on the Wolf.
Uh, was he after anyone in particular?
Yep,
nut case named Charles Braverman--
indicted for the murder of a coworker.
Here.
Jammed a mechanical pencil through the guy's eye
for singing show tunes at his desk.
Guy looks like an accountant.
He's five-seven and only 142 pounds.
Charles Manson was five-two.
Jeffrey Dahmer couldn't bench-press his own weight.
You've been in this business as long as I have,
you come to judge how dangerous a man is
by the size of his bail.
How much? Million bucks.
That's why I sent
my best guy after him.
The Wolf.
Well, thanks for these.
Those are for you.
You can maybe hand 'em out to everybody you arrest.
Why would I do that?
Because I am the picture of cooperation.
Provided you with a murder suspect.
Excuse me, Dr. Hodgins?
Yeah.
Whoa.
Professor Bunsen Jude
the Science Dude?
Hey, man, it is an honor to meet you.
Thank you. Dr. Brennan sent me to...
Observe, analyze...
Deduce!
No offense, Dr. Hodgins,
but you're a little older than my usual viewers.
When I was in college,
we used to have this drinking game.
Every time you said the word "amazing," we...
Well, anyway...
I'm very familiar with your work.
I'm pitching in to help Dr. Brennan.
She sent me to see if you've found anything out
from the beard.
Yucky.
Yeah.
So, observe.
Insects, various mineral particulates, mucus.
Bugs, dirt, snot.
Is that blood?
Analyze.
It's barbecue sauce.
More specifically,
a vinegar and tomato based sauce,
most commonly found in western Virginia.
You're thinking you can trace his location
before he passed away from the clues in his beard.
Yes, I do. Deduce!
Amazing!
Listen, why don't you want to do a kids' show?
It's a waste of my time. It's a science show.
Kids' science.
Parker loves that show.
He's always watching it.
He's always shouting out that slogan.
"Ready, aim, fire!"
"Observe, analyze, deduce."
All right, look. The whole point
with the kids' show is that you have an opportunity
to, you know, brainwash a bunch of normal kids
into geeks, you know? Future squints.
I'd be more likely to scare them aw.
What?
People should stick to their strengths.
Well, you know, people should expand.
I mean, expansion is good. They should grow.
You believe in evolution, right?
If I didn't, I'd have to believe
that early humans coexisted with dinosaurs.
To believe that,
I'd have to be dim-witted.
Ah, cavemen fought the Tyrannosaurus Rex.
That's a fact.
I can't tell if you're joking.
I hope you are.
Oh, it's Angela. Hello?
Hodgins and that Dr. Amazing?
Uh, Angela means Science Dude.
Yeah. They ran an analysis
on the contents of the victim's beard.
The beard? Why the beard?
It was full of stuff.
Stuff?
Could you be more specific?
Okay, well...
There were needles from the red spruce,
which means that he was at an altitude higher
than 4,300 feet.
And the leg from a rare bug
called the emerald ash borer.
Well, how rare is that?
Rare enough that when it's combined with altitude
and a not-so-secret barbecue sauce
made by Ollie's B-BQ in western Virginia,
you're left with a half-mile stretch off the 250 highway,
where the victim had to be
shortly before being killed.
That's very good work, Angela.
Thank you.
Yep...
You're going to need Tutti for this one.
Tutti?
If there's a dead body out here, Tutti will find it.
Maybe Tutti's gotten smart, right? And realized it's best
just to avoid dead body smell altogether.
I mean, this body could be in bits, right?
Could be. All we found were the head and the hands.
Somebody trying to make it harder
to identify the victim? Uh-huh.
Yeah, that's...
Okay.
So...
That's it for Tutti?
That's all she got?
No. That's how Tutti indicates.
You dig there, you'll find human body parts,
or my name isn't Maggie Maggregor.
Now, who's lying down on those murdered body parts? Huh?
Who's lying down?
Maybe you can get her to dig, too?
Headless, handless.
Right stage of decomposition.
I'd say you found the rest of our victim.
Yeah. More bones for Bones to work on.
Excuse me?
What in God's name
are you people planting up here at this time of year?
What are you doing here?
These agents are surveilling
a cabin just over there
and reported suspicious activity.
A moldering dead body counts as suspicious.
These are most likely the remains of a bounty hunter
named Ray Kaminsky.
Bounty hunter?
By any chance, was he in pursuit
of a fugitive named Charles Braverman?
Yeah. He's out on bail for murder.
Looks like the bounty hunter
chased Braverman out to his cabin,
and Braverman took him out.
It gets worse.
Braverman's wife was slated to be a material witness
against her husband.
Was?
She's gone missing.
That's why we put that place under surveillance.
Too late, it appears.
Maybe there are two bodies out here.
No, I scoured this whole area with Tutti.
You know, the cadaver dog. Well, all we can do
is hope that Molly Braverman is out there somewhere,
hiding from her homicidal maniac husband.
I'll find her for you.
Oh, cherie.
I love it when you sing that song.
Ew.
Alright everyone, are we wearing our masks and gloves?
Health and safety first.
Really?
That's how you roll?
All right.
Human remains.
Rotting.
The medical term that describes
the condition of this flesh is...
Anybody, anybody? Yes?
Uh, it's gooey.
Good. That's not exactly what I was looking for.
Decomposed
due to autolysis,
the destruction of cells as a result
of an aseptic chemical process.
Amazing!
But you had me at "decomposed."
Okay, okay.
Ask something else.
I'd like to know how this person died.
Dr. Saroyan is the boss.
We must always respect our superiors.
And our mom and dad. That's why I tell kids to ask first
before removing simple household items when doing an experiment.
Cause of death.
All right. Well, let's...
And...
There it is.
The cause of death.
Just like that?
Yes.
Bowing inward fracture.
Fracture lines indicating high-velocity trauma.
Most likely a gunshot.
You'd throw it to a cartoon now, right? To explain velocity?
Captain Speedy falling off the cliff,
explaining velocity is the rate
of change of displacement with time.
I love Captain Speedy.
The trajectory's a straight shot to the heart.
Fatal.
Which is sad.
But amazing.
Amazing.
So Braverman and Molly were high school sweethearts.
No reports of spousal abuse.
So? He was considered
a martinet at the workplace.
Control freak.
Not at home?
More likely, Molly successfully
subjugated her own personality and desires to her husband.
Then why did she agree to testify against him?
Chance to be free?
Free? Ha. She's free now.
Yeah, but she won't be on her own.
I mean, she's not prepared to cope.
Okay, so we're looking for someone
who took her in-- a friend
or a family member? No, no. She won't have any friends.
Braverman wouldn't have allowed it. Sweets.
Yeah. Not by herself.
Not with a friend.
Then what's left?
Surrogates.
People who have babies for other people? No, no, no.
Someone that she comes into contact with
in a formal way, like an employee.
Oh, right. Or like a housekeeper,
or a tax advisor or a personal trainer.
Yes. Exactly. Look for someone that she overcompensates
or, uh, utilizes more often than she needs to.
Dude?
Dr. Saroyan tells me that you determined cause of death.
Keen observation and careful thought
are traits that are as valuable
as kindness, understanding and compassion.
Much more valuable, actually.
Well, I try to promote all the traits
which make for a good citizen.
I agree that substantial damage
has been done to this rib.
Do you have an explanation for the fact
that the two sides of the rib fail to match?
I missed something?
The two sides of the fracture.
There's a gap of at least seven millimeters
which is unaccounted for.
I missed it entirely.
But there's no shame in making a mistake.
If you're a child.
But here, that kind of carelessness
could lead to a murderer escaping.
And as the old adage goes,
"If at first you don't succeed,
"you pick yourself up, and, ignoring all the doom-sayers
"and mopey-dopes,
you try again."
Amazing.
Now the only component that's evading us
is a bullet that caused this injury.
No, that is not the only component evading us.
What have we got?
I've asked Angela to create a reenactment
of the victim's death.
I'm just inputting the data now.
Professor Jude turned out to be quite impressive, didn't he?
Well, if you're six years old.
A kind mind is a fine mind.
It's just, that stuff gets into your head, and...
Go, Angela. As you can see,
the victim was struck in the left fourth rib
with a blow that was powerful enough,
not only to fracture the rib,
but also dislodge a portion of the bone.
Dude found a fragment of the rib. My theory
is that the fragment was propelled forward
and shot into the heart,
thus killing him.
So he wasn't killed by a bullet,
but by a piece of his own rib?
There's no indication of the weapon being a bullet.
What did the rib damage? I hate to be
the one to suggest this, but this might be the perfect time
for Hodgins and the Science Dude to join forces.
Bring merriment to your experiment.
I just...
made that one up myself.
Molly Braverman
saw her hairdresser twice a week.
That's a lot.
Well, that's exactly what Sweets said we should look for.
I mean, we talked to the hairdresser, and get this.
Molly asked if she could stay at the hairdresser's house
for a few days.
You don't seem pleased. Aw...
You know, well, the hairdresser said
I was the second FBI agent who called.
So, you know, I checked in with Caroline,
and nobody else followed the hairdresser lead.
What? Braverman?
That's exactly what I thought. But it was a woman who called.
Yes?
FBI.
FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth.
This here is Dr. Temperance Brennan from the Jeffersonian.
Can we talk to you for a minute? I'm sorry.
This isn't a good time. Mrs. Braverman,
we have reason to believe that you're in danger. Your husband
may have discovered where you are and--
What is it? Something wrong?
Booth.
It's Braverman.
Stay in the house, and lock the door.
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Come on! Watch it!
Can't you see I'm running?
What, are you kidding me, lady?!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Stay down, Bones.
Stay down.
Booth, she's got a shotgun!
Bones!
Hey!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, easy, easy!
Thanks a lot, idiot, you just cost me 200 grand.
200 gr...? Oh, great, just what I need--
another damn bounty hunter.
BOUNTY HUNTER: Come on, we're in your castle.
We're all on the same side.
How about losing these stupid bracelets?
On the same side?
You assaulted a federal agent.
He didn't identify himself as such.
Besides, he's a big boy-- it's not like he can't handle
a love tap or two. A wanted fugitive escaped
because of your interference, so have a seat.
Look, let me go, and I'll get Braverman back for you.
If Braverman
hurts or kills
anyone else because you prevented his arrest,
I'll charge you as an accessory. I'm sorry,
but I've been chasing this guy for 17 days now.
It's the thrill of the chase, right?
You know what I mean.
Come on.
Wow, you're actually letting me go.
Well, thrill of the chase. You get it, right?
Get out of here before I change my mind.
What'd you do that for?
Double the pressure on Braverman.
I don't care who gets him first.
I hate it when you're all adult and sensible.
Give me a little bile and revenge--
that's what I appreciate in a man.
What?
Human ribs
can withstand approximately 400 pounds of force...
before breaking.
Now, ribs one through three are the hardest,
with four through nine getting progressively weaker.
Our victim was a large man with big muscles
and dense bones.
I never thought
of using paint stir sticks in place of ribs.
Many common household items
mimic the properties of human body parts,
like cantaloupe melons, or pudding.
I'm not gonna ask about the pudding.
Start slowly and work our way up?
Professor?
Thank you.
Ready?
Captain Speedy would say the speed would give us velocity and force.
♪ ♪
Wow. That's 56 miles per hour,
which is 25.3 meters per second.
That's not enough.
All right.
Ooh.
How about a slingshot with a golf ball?
Ready?
Wow!
Those ribs are really tough.
101 miles per hour, or...
45.15 meters per second...
give or take.
Science is fun.
Yeah!
But we do have
a responsibility to the truth.
Yeah. And the truth is,
whatever hit this big, tough man's ribs
made a piece fly off.
Shall we step this thing up a magnitude or two?
Amazing!
Sweets... Oh. Hey, how are you?
Listen, I need your help.
I'm in a session. No, no, no, no, no.
Listen, I'm dealing with a dangerous fugitive here--
you understand, don't you-- and I need your brain
to help me figure out what his next move's gonna be. No, no, no, no.
I've still got 20 minutes left here, then I'm all yours.
Oh, no, no, no-- 20 minutes is not gonna work, all right?
Two minutes, not a second more.
Listen, whatever your problem is,
trust me, Sweets here can fix it.
Two minutes. Two minutes.
Let's go, let's go, come on.
Okay. Well...
deciding to change genders
is a monumental decision in and of itself,
so why don't we take the weekend
to reflect on that, and then we'll figure out
what the next steps will be, sound good?
Yeah.
Hey. You have to go
on the Dude's kiddie show.
No, I don't.
Why?
Because... it's the dream of every kid in this country
who likes science even a little bit.
Well, I'm not a kid, I'm a fully-grown adult.
Okay,
then do it for your inner child.
If you're referring to a fetus,
I, unlike you, am not currently pregnant.
Sweetie...
you go on the show, and millions of little girls
are going to look at you and say to themselves,
"I can be like her... a scientist."
Or an astronaut or a brain surgeon,
blah-di-blah.
You know, shoot for the stars, all that.
Even with the blah-di-blah, it seems very important to you.
Yeah. If I have a daughter,
I'm going to name her Temperance.
You are?
I mean, we won't call her that; it's awful.
Maybe it'll be her middle name, but...
I want her to love you.
But you love me.
Yes.
But not everyone is as willing
to look as hard for your inner child as I am.
And this kid is half Hodgins, remember.
Listen, if the Science Dude
makes it all the way through this case,
helpful or not, I think that you should
cut him a break and go on his show.
Yeah. And I lost you.
No, no, you haven't.
I am an excellent multitasker.
I need the Dude.
Oh. Okay.
Dude!
Coming! I'm coming!
Yeah?
You are on.
Dazzle!
Dude, what do you see here?
Ribs. Broken ribs.
Could you be more specific?
Okay...
this is a magnification of the fourth left rib,
so it's big.
And our eyes can see things that are usually too tiny
for the human eye.
And right...
here...
where it's a little bumpy and weird,
that's where the bone started to heal.
Remodeling? Yes, which means this rib
was broken before this man was killed.
Amazing!
This injury occurred
perhaps a week before the victim was killed.
Whatever made him die was not the same thing
that broke his rib.
There were two injuries--
one that broke off a piece of the rib...
And another approximately a week later,
which propelled the bone into his heart and killed him dead.
Well, "killed him dead" is redundant.
But it's clear-- and what do we say about clarity?
It's a barbarity that clarity is a rarity.
That's very true.
Okay, what am I looking at here?
You know that myth where some Good Samaritan
anonymously sends in evidence that cracks the case?
That never happens. It happened.
That's the victim, isn't it?
Yeah. He's playing pool
with his boss, the bail bondsman.
So what?
Here we go.
Slight disagreement between gentlemen.
Does he really think that wig is fooling anyone?
He's terminal.
What?
Cancer. The diagnosis isn't good.
Oh, wow! Okay, at least we know how he cracked his rib.
Got to give the little guy credit for guts.
If someone thinks he's gonna die,
he takes risks he might otherwise avoid.
Yeah.
Or he just goes crazy.
The Wolf cheated-- he called the wrong shot.
There was money at stake-- I did what I had to do.
Yeah, so you cracked him in the ribs?
I protested in a vigorous fashion.
We put it behind us.
I-I didn't track him down and kill him later.
Maybe he wasn't so forgiving.
Maybe he felt embarrassed that an old man
in a bad wig made him look like a fool.
Right, so he comes after you.
You protest again, even more vigorously--
by which I mean you chop off his head.
Look! You people!
Guys like me and the Wolf, we're not lawyers,
we don't talk things through.
The Wolf once took a shot at me
because I complimented his mother
in a way he didn't appreciate.
Guys like you, you get older, you get weak,
maybe you overcompensate.
I'm still kicking, thanks, sonny.
You're wearing that wig because of chemotherapy.
You are going to die, sir, within the next year.
Doctor says more like six months.
And it's none of your business,
but I believe in God, and I would like to make
a good impression when I stand before him.
Right, make up for what, about a hundred assault convictions?
Assault in the course of my chosen profession.
No aggravated assault, no killing anybody!
If I were you,
I'd be asking why Janet Leblanc
sent you that security tape.
Oh, what, the other bounty hunter?
She's the only one who would benefit.
Why would one of your own bounty hunters
want to incriminate you?
Because she wants you wasting your time on me
while she finds Braverman.
Mission accomplished.
You're being pretty damn helpful, isn't he?
Mm-hmm. If you get
to Braverman first, I don't have to pay out 200 large.
Which is why I'll play this for you.
Charlie, tell me where you are, and I'll come right away.
Is that Molly Braverman?
No, I promise.
The FBI had no idea I was hiding you.
What'd you do, duplicate the SIM card on her cell?
No need. They got an app for that.
Give me that.
I can meet you at the corner
of 21st and Scott in 30 minutes. Okay, that recording
was made an hour and a half ago.
I contacted the officers who were assigned to protect Molly,
and she's already gone.
What kind of woman runs away
with a man whom she knows to be a murderer?
I should've known.
She's so used to being controlled,
she can't live without it.
I don't care about why.
The question is where. Where are they?
Right here.
Okay, the intersection
where they planned to meet is right here.
Now, if Molly is driving...
No, no, no. He would have taken over once they got together.
How could you possibly know that?
Well, since she's willing to accept the fact
that her husband killed a man, it suggests
that she's a submissive and compliant woman.
So, where do you think they'll go?
Okay, this is ludicrous.
Sweets can't possibly know that.
Actually, I can.
What I'm doing here-- it's no less precise
than profiling a suspect.
So this meeting place is not random.
It's right off the 66 Interstate.
From here, Braverman will head west.
Now you're psychic?
87% of all people escaping head west.
I know. It's one of those bizarre
psychological truths.
It's-It's like, uh...
circling clockwise when you're staking out a house.
Even the Dude would call that pseudo-science.
Credit card records show past reservations
at campgrounds at Walker State Park
and Fremont State Park.
Yeah. They would want a familiar place
where they feel secure.
Both west of here, by the way. Just...
Okay, well, the fastest route
here is between the 66 and 81.
I'll buy it, especially since we don't have anything else.
He won't make it to the 81.
Now who's psychic?
When Braverman rolled off
the car, he landed flatfooted.
From that height and the speed he was going,
he must have dislocated his femoral ad from
his acetabular. Oh, it couldn't be that bad.
He's been running ever since.
Once he's in the car and immobile,
his adrenaline will wear off,
and the pain will become unbearable.
He'll need drugs and medical care.
You don't think he'd be stupid enough to go to a hospital?
He won't have a choice.
I'll contact all the hospitals and
urgent care facilities along the route.
Nothing? You found nothing?
We have tried everything we could think of.
The problem is projectiles either bounce off
the rib, crack it or fragment it into several pieces.
But nothing knocked out one small fragment?
Tell the science dude, we need something that strikes
at more than 40 meters per second
but less than 70 meters per second.
Which translates to?
Uh, faster tn a golf ball hit with a three iron,
but slower than a rubber bullet.
Oh!
Oh, good Lord.
I think I'm on to something.
Whoa! You made a bazooka?
If you mean potato bazooka, then, yes.
PVC tube,
commercial hairspray as an accelerant.
Hold and load.
Man. I haven't shot a potato gun since I was a kid.
Is this in any way safe?
Strictly 18 and over,
so I am completely out of my comfort zone.
Okay, loaded... and ready.
Professor.
Thank you.
Spuds away.
Wow.
140 miles per hour, so that's
62.5 meters per second, give or take.
Let's check the playback on that.
Eureka!
I see
that your results are congruent with what happened,
but are we really saying
that our victim was killed by a potato gun?
Oh, it's Hodgins.
Hey, Hodgins, you got a weapon for us?
It's a potato gun.
Did you get that thesis from the Dude?
That would be correct.
Okay, murder by vegetable?
Well, not literally.
Murder by something that approximates the speed,
force and velocity of a potato.
A blunt, malleable projectile
moving at a relatively slow speed.
That is very good work.
Ah, but good enough that you will agree
to appear on my show?
Yes.
Oh, excuse us. Oh, I got it.
I got it. I got it. Yeah, it's Booth.
This is Agent Clansnick.
McArthur Hospital off the 66 just reported
a couple-- male and female--
male with a dislocated leg.
Well, were they carrying any potatoes?
Excuse me?
Don't worry. We're eight miles out. We're on our way.
Well, what do you want to do?
Well, what I want to do
is I'm going to find a doctor to find him
and pump him with enough morphine to stun an elephant.
Well, physicians can't do that.
It's against the Hippocratic Oath.
"First, do no harm."
Right. I'm just saying...
She followed us.
Hey, Janet!
Janet, Janet, Janet, Janet, Janet...!
Braverman's mine, G-Man.
It's gonna be all right, okay?
Hey.
There's another way around.
Okay. This way.
Look, there.
Come on.
I'll meet you back the other way.
All right, run, Charles! I got her!
Get out of my way!
Janet!
Oh.
No! Wait!
Drop the weapon. Relax, G-Man.
He's fine. It's only a bean bag gun.
Drop it now.
I got the guy.
Bounty is mine.
On your knees. Now!
He's officially mine.
Booth.
Bones, you okay? Where's Molly?
She's incapacitated.
Most likely for the next
six to eight hours.
Hey, Bones, you think that a potato gun
and a bean bag gun
could generate the same Fig Newtons
per square inch?
It's just newtons, Booth.
Yes, I-I think they could be very similar. Why?
The bounty hunter killed the Wolf?
They were both after
Braverman at the same time in the woods near his cabin.
So she just takes him out for the 200 grand bounty.
Well, it was an accident.
The rib fragment broke off in the fight at the pool hall.
You had no idea
that your bean bag gun would kill him.
Bones, what are you, a defense lawyer now?
A kind mind is a fine mind.
She cut off his head.
That wasn't an accident.
I have no rebuttal to that statement.
Right. Let's go.
I am so nervous.
Anyone else nervous?
You nervous? I'm nervous? What if she starts
explaining human dissection to these kids?
That's gonna be a problem. Mm.
What is the Code of the Scientist?
Observe, analyze, deduce.
Wow. These are not normal fun children.
Kids, I want you to meet a very special friend.
In fact, this is her lab.
Isn't it amazing?
It's amazing!
She's a forensic anthropologist.
And what she does is amazing.
She looks at old bones,
she figures out how people lived,
what they were like, even how they died.
She's amazing. Like magic.
She's amazing!
But it's not magic. It's...
Science!
Her name is Dr. Temperance
Brennan, but she's better known as the Bone Lady.
Dr. Brennan, would you like to lead us
in our Scientist's Oath?
I most certainly would, Science Dude.
We see big stars.
Tiny atoms, too. Because that...
...is what scientists do!
We get the facts.
And say what's true.
Because that is what scientists do!
We use our minds.
Embrace what's new.
Because that is what scientists do!
Thank you, Dr. Brennan.
No. Thank you.
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