♪ They say that we ain't got the style ♪
♪ We ain't got the class ♪
♪ We ain't got the tunes ♪
♪ That's going to put us on the map ♪
♪ And I'm a phony in disguise ♪
♪ Trying to make the radio ♪
♪ I'm an anti-social anarchist ♪
♪ I sound like so and so ♪
♪ They say I'm just a stupid kid ♪
♪ Another crazy radical ♪
♪ Rock and roll is dead ♪
♪ I probably should've stayed in school ♪
♪ Another Generation X ♪
♪ Who somehow slipped through the cracks ♪
♪ Oh, they'd love to see me fall ♪
♪ But I'm already on my back ♪
♪ So it goes in one ear... ♪
Oh, whoa, you look nice today.
Down, boy.
Got to go to work.
Beautiful and responsible.
How did I get so lucky?
Huh? What do you know about Anacostia?
It's a neighborhood about a mile and a half from here.
Seedy, prostitution, lots of gangs, bad activity. Why?
You ever hear of local cops
getting bought off down there?
I thought you were only working
the White House and Capitol Hill.
You can see Anacostia from the top of the Capitol Dome.
Really? Mm-hmm.
Expanding our portfolio, are we?
Look who's talking.
How many jurisdictional boundaries
have you transgressed over the years?
All of them.
All of them? Mm-hmm.
Every one of them.
Bye. Bye.
I'll miss you.
Anacostia?
That's a really tough part of town.
Not compared to downtown Kabul, it's not.
Or the surface of Venus,
which is covered by clouds of sulphuric acid
and hundreds of active
mega volcanoes.
What?
We were talking about tough neighborhoods.
Uh-huh.
It's good that Hannah's totally jazzed about her work, though.
For smart people like Hannah and me,
not being jazzed is physically painful.
Whoa, whoa, are saying that Hannah
does extra work because she's bored at home?
No, no.
I'm an exciting guy.
I, for example, I'm making dinner for her tonight-- with wine.
You just decided that now, didn't you?
If you're not the cause
of her ennui,
then it stands to reason that you cannot make her happy.
It's standard
first order logic. First order logic?
First order logic
is a philosophical system of reasoning
using "if/then" statements as quantifiers or predicates.
"If/then" statements are binary truth functions
wherein a compound sentence
is logically equivalent
to the negative.
Guys, guys, Hannah and I are really happy.
I gave her the big closet
and I always put the seat down after I pee.
You should also put the lid down.
Otherwise a fine mist of aerosolized urine
and fecal particulates is sprayed into the air
every time you flush.
You might as well brush your teeth in excrement.
She's right.
Yeah.
Thank God you called.
Okay. All right, thanks.
We have a case.
You can take 'em with you.
You know, it looks like a giant man-eating clam.
Well, there's no such thing as a man-eating clam.
Oh, you know, the giant ones--
they clamp down on your leg like a bear trap.
A) The shells close too slowly to catch anything;
B) the really big ones can't even close all the way.
Not in the movies I've watched.
It's all yours.
Whoa, poor guy. Now he's stuck in a hard place.
How do you know it's a male?
I don't. I just meant, you know, I just...
I just feel bad, whatever sex. Oh.
However, you are correct. Oh.
Given the angle of the jaw and the wear to the teeth,
the victim is a male
in his late 20s. Male, late 20s.
Okay, what's that?
It's a probe.
These appear to be
the only remains incased here.
What do you mean?
Where's the back of his skull?
Whoa, okay.
So, what you're saying is, there could be,
you know, male parts all just embedded here
in this big slab of concrete?
There's the impression
of the rest of the skull.
When the concrete set,
the bone was still there,
but somehow it disappeared in the meantime.
Okay, so let me guess-- you want the whole slab
of concrete shipped back to the Jeffersonian, right?
No. Don't be absurd.
Two-by-three-by-four-meter section will be fine.
Yeah.
Shouldn't weigh more than a ton.
Nothing here but dust.
Perhaps it's what's left of the missing bones.
It could be many things, Mr. Vaziri.
Speculation is pointless
until we analyze the evidence.
Sorry. I've been away
from forensic anthropology for almost a year.
I guess I'm rusty.
But we are glad to have you back, Mr. Vaziri,
aren't we, Dr. Brennan?
Yes, we're delighted.
Cultural anthropology
is a fine discipline,
but it doesn't involve as much hard science.
as forensic anthropology.
I hope that you'll be able to make the requisite readjustment.
Like time has stood still.
All done.
There are so many tunnels in there, it's like an ant farm.
Since we have the fluoroscope, I was thinking
I could inject a barium sulfate slurry into the concrete.
Once inside, I could fluoroscope the slurry like an MRI.
That should give us a clear picture
of what we're dealing with without destroying the concrete.
How's that for hard science thinking?
Attaboy, Arastoo.
Looks like a human skeleton.
It is a skeleton.
Or at least the cast of one.
So, the tissue must have decomposed
before the concrete was poured. Why?
Because otherwise, we'd be looking at the mold
of a human body
instead of the mold of a skeleton.
What happened to the victim's clothing?
Natural fibers
like cotton would have decomposed to dust or tatters
in say, I don't know, four months.
But not bones.
If we can figure out what happened
to the victim's skeletal structure,
we may be able to figure out what happened to him.
♪ Bones 6x05 ♪ The Bones That Weren't Original Air Date on November 4, 2010
♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method -- sync, corrected by elderman -- -- for www.addic7ed.com --
♪ ♪
Right, so the victim was lying on his back,
arms by his side.
He must have been knocked unconscious,
paralyzed or already dead.
What's your thinking?
If he was conscious, he would have curled up in pain
or tried to crawl away.
Found something really odd.
Something between the victim's teeth?
No. On his teeth.
Is there any such thing as a dental tattoo?
There's no reason
that ink couldn't be introduced to the enamel.
What do you got?
Huh.
Well, that's a new one.
There's a figure of an upside down man
on the victim's left central maxillary incisor.
I believe he's affecting a head spin--
a classic hip-hop move.
There can't be too many people
that tattoo teeth, right?
This could lead to the victim's identity.
I will find it extremely frustrating
if the victim's identity is all we can discern.
Well, unless you can take bone dust
and turn it back into a full skeleton,
this is all we've got to work with.
Oh, God.
What? You're going to propose.
No.
Uh, candles, wine...
new toothbrushes?
Right.
You went through all this
to tell me I have bad breath?
No, I just think you need a new toothbrush.
Actually, we both do and I
bought these two-- obviously,
and you can choose which color you'd like.
Something Temperance said? Yeah, something she said.
Trust me, you do not want to know, all right? Ah.
So, more importantly,
it's time for a little wine, huh?
The day's over.
Oh, that's... There you go, for you.
Okay. There you go.
For me.
Cheers. Cheers. Hmm?
So, we're good here.
Okay, Seely, what's all this about?
Nothing. Why does it have to be about something?
You found out that my editor won't let me pursue
the corrupt cop story.
Huh?
No, I didn't.
What did he say?
I quote: "The White House press corps chases history,
not lurid true-crime stories."
Wow, he actually said the word "lurid"?
It's not funny.
It's kind of funny. Why is it funny?
Well, 'cause I know
that you're still going to do that story
without his permission, and I think that
that really makes me laugh.
I like that you know me that well.
Is there any chance that I could say to you
uh, be careful, and then you could say, "Safety first"?
It's worth a shot.
Okay, you be careful. Safety first.
Liar.
Come here.
Come on.
Aren't we going to eat first?
No way.
Angela.
Good morning. Hello.
Whew, it is morning, yeah?
You stayed up all night?
Yes.
Is that good for the baby?
Well, what he doesn't know, doesn't hurt him, right?
Okay, so here
is a additive stereolithograph
that I borrowed from Archeology.
You need a skeleton,
and I'm going to make a reasonable facsimile.
Are those lasers?
Their purpose is to cure
micro-thin layers of liquid resin into hard plastic.
The stacking of these two-dimensional layers
will create a three-dimensional object.
The fluoroscopic scan created a template.
Which you'll use to grow a plastic replica
of the victim's skeleton.
How accurate will it be?
That's for you and Arastoo to find out
while I take a well-deserved nap.
At worst, it will be as accurate as a fossil.
I find I am totally jazzed
by your out-of-the-box lateral thinking.
I come to work and find myself in the future.
Time travel is impossible, Mr. Vaziri.
But I know exactly what you mean.
Wow.
If you're taking orders, I'd like a six-foot four,
37-year-old male with a good income and no mommy issues.
The detail is remarkable.
Thank you.
It's even flexible at the joints
where the tendons and ligaments were replicated.
But can we get anything useful from it?
The victim had turned-out hips and high arches.
That, along with the muscle attachments at the shoulders
and hips suggest that he was a ballet dancer.
There are nicks on the lateral and
posterior surfaces.
Okay, why don't you just flip it over
so we can get a better look?
We never flip over a real skeleton.
Ah, lucky for us, this is a replica.
Come on. Grab a limb.
Okay.
Hey, that was kind of fun.
These nicks suggest that he was stabbed.
Or impaled.
We haven't proven murder yet, Mr. Vaziri.
It's possible that the victim blundered
into a construction site,
fell into the foundation, impaling himself on rebar.
Well, this is the place the guy with the tattoo on his tooth--
Robert Pearson-- studied before he left.
That's assuming that Robert Pearson is the only missing person
to have a tattoo of a hip-hop dancer
on his left front incisor.
Uh-huh. Holding up.
I admit that the odds Again.
favor your conclusion.
Mm-hmm.
No family, no job?
He hasn't been here in a year, right?
The skeleton isn't the only thing missing.
This guy's off the grid.
Clumsy, clumsy, clumsy! What are you doing?! Are you new?
Wow. She's mean!
Ballet is a rigorous vocation, Booth.
Whoa! Bad posture,
bad hands, bad partner.
Are you an eagle?
Excuse me?
Are you an eagle?
No.
Then stop making claws! Fingers flat on all lifts.
That hurts, right?
Okay, I really don't have any problems seeing
this woman kill somebody. You?
Well, she's quite small physically.
I suggest you learn how to perform a lift.
She's mean.
Whoa. Okay, well,
there's your evidence of strength.
That's how you perform a lift.
What do you want? I'm trying to bring
a little beauty to the world,
if that's okay with you. We just have a few questions
about one of your former students.
Which former student?
I have quite a number of former students.
Robert Pearson.
Robert.
I hope you're here to tell me he's dead.
Today is your lucky day.
Why do you wish him to be dead?
Because he's the one who broke this ankle
and set my career back three years.
You-you want me to break down and cry
because Robert's dead? People die.
Bad things happen.
Oh, so you blame Robert for breaking your ankle?
Yes. An accident not too different
from what you saw today.
But I'll be just fine in six months.
Your gait and the contour of your ankle indicate
that you've suffered compound fractures
to the medial and the lateral malleolus.
Lateral mallebious.
Well, it sounds pretty serious, huh?
Well, she'll never be able to properly
execute a fouetté again.
Ah, career-ender, huh?
You don't seem too surprised.
Doctors say things all the time; it doesn't make it true.
Right. Your dad owns a construction company, right?
Yeah, so?
So you must know your way around a construction site pretty well.
You know, Robert was just found
in a recently completed site.
Okay, this, this is crazy.
I could never kill anyone.
It's not crazy, you know. People do this all the time.
They get mad. A little too mad.
I don't think it was actually
Robert's fault that you fell.
It-it was a pas de deux. He dropped me.
That is not my fault.
Given your height, you are well over the
optimal weight for a ballerina.
It'd be difficult for anybody
to perform a proper pas de deux with you.
Are you calling me fat?
No, no. For a member of the general public,
you are actually quite thin,
but by ballerina standards...
You bitch! Whoa-ho-ho! okay,
temper, temper.
Look, if you're gonna charge me
with something, get on with it.
Otherwise, I have a class to teach.
There are remodeled circular microfractures on the skull.
So someone struck him on the head with a twirling...
What twirls and is good for hitting on the head?
Very thin cardboard on asphalt?
So he left ballet to become a spinning-on-
his-head dancer. Check this out.
Initial analysis of the powdered bone dust
revealed traces of blastomyces dermatitidis.
It's a fascinating fungus that quite literally eats bone.
So that's what happened to the rest of his skeleton?
A fungus ate it? Where'd the fungus come from?
It must have been introduced to the bone before he died. Ouch.
Well, it's bad for him but good for us.
I mean, the fungus probably hitched a ride
on the murder weapon.
Now check this out.
I crosschecked the CDC's
infectious diseases map for recent outbreaks
of the fungus in the area.
There was an outbreak in Kalorama Park
about six months ago.
Fits the time frame.
Kalorama Park's loaded with street performers.
A perfect place for a guy to spin on his head.
Added twist: As well as the fungus in the bone dust,
I found flecks of bronze in his wounds.
So, we'll tell Booth to keep an eye out
for a bronze murder weapon in Kalorama Park.
♪ Drop it ♪
♪ In the middle where the dance flow ♪
♪ Moves like Neo, Matrix in slow-mo ♪
♪ Slide down a pole like an Eskimo ♪
♪ Professional, until the next episode ♪
♪ It's so hot from the walls to window ♪
♪ Break it on down like a bulldoze ♪
♪ Wriggle in my school clothes... ♪
It must've been quite a comedown
to have to have been working
for a professional ballet company
to, you know, dancing for tips.
Oh, for centuries busking has been a viable way
for creative people to earn a living.
No barriers between the performer and the audience,
with payment coming only after the performance.
It's entertainment in its purest, unfettered form.
I bet he drove his parents crazy.
The fluidity with which he moves should not be possible.
Appears as if he has no bones.
Well, that would put you out of business, wouldn't it?
♪ Would never cry about the weather ♪
♪ We'd just start kissing in the rain. ♪
We should talk to some of the buskers, Booth.
Excuse me. FBI Special Agent Booth.
This here is Dr. Temperance Brennan from the Jeffersonian.
We just want to ask you a few questions.
We're just performing.
This isn't federal Land.
The FBI has no jurisdiction over us.
All right, just simmer down there, uh...
Beverly. Beverly. We don't want
to take away from your... What did you call it?
Pure, unfettered entertainment. Exactly.
We got off on the wrong foot here.
I'm Johnny.
Johnny Wizard.
And this is Derrick.
Derrick here keeps the park clean for us.
Derrick. You might want to take better care of your watch.
Give me that.
That was very good. How about this?
Look, Booth.
Yeah, look, an ear flower. Great.
You guys recognize this man?
Yeah. That's Robert.
Is he in trouble?
Robert is dead.
Oh, no.
Man, that's terrible.
I told you it was weird
he just disappeared like that.
Then why didn't you report him missing?
Weird is just weird.
It's not suspicious.
We thought he went legit. Left us behind.
You and Robert have a little thing there, Beverly?
Only business. I played; he danced.
What happened to him?
That's what we're investigating right now.
When was the last time you guys saw him?
Six months ago?
I think this would really suit you.
That is my bracelet.
No, I hate magic. Hate magic.
Did he have any enemies?
Everybody loved Robert.
What about Russell? Who's Russell?
♪ ♪
They got into a fight about prime dance spots.
But they worked it out.
All right, well, listen,
if you hear of anything, here's my card.
Just give me a call.
You got it.
Whoa, easy!
Okay, you know, it's a federal offense
to steal an FBI agent's I.D.
I could shoot you if I wanted to.
Do you know that?
Shoot you.
Hodgins found bronze particulates at the site.
Yeah, so?
This statue seems to be made of bronze.
Perhaps some of the sharp edges
are responsible for the injuries we discovered.
Oh! Whoa!
Mr. Milford, I'm Dr. Lance Sweets.
I'm a psychologist,
and the reason I'm talking to you is that every time
the FBI agent I work with asked you a question,
you spouted Shakespearean verse at him.
He doesn't speak Shakespearean.
We found traces of bronze on a murder victim.
Hmm.
You're covered in bronze.
Uh, what I think is that you suffer
from an untreated dissociative disorder,
wherein the only way that you can communicate
is through Shakespeare.
So...
um...
"An honest tale speeds best being plainly told."
"Truth is truth to the end of reckoning."
You're talking. Okay, uh,
regarding the homicide of Robert Pearson--
"There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow."
"By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth,"
if thou with Robert paragon again. Oh, okay.
So you're saying that Robert wasn't an innocent victim.
Right.
Uh...
"But were we burdened with like weight of pain,
As much or more we should ourselves complain."
This is the short and long of it.
Yeah.
"There is no honor amongst thieves."
Oh, he's a thief.
What kind of thief was he?
One may smile and smile and be a villain.
"A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,
"That from a shelf
the precious diadem stole,
And put it in his pocket!"
Robert Pearson was a thief.
A cutpurse-- that's a... that's a pickpocket, right?
He-he worked with someone,
he betrayed him, "and...
where the offense is, let the great axe fall."
Hmm.
Well... I can no other answer make,
but thanks and thanks.
"How far that little candle throws its beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world."
Well...
thank you.
There are nicks
to the right tibia, femur and ilium.
The back of the tenth rib on the left side,
the left transverse process of the T6 and the right scapula.
These marks are congruent with impaling,
but none suggests cause of death.
Maybe he bled out.
The bronze particulates I found
didn't come from the paint on the Shakespearian loony tunes.
Where did they come from? Don't know.
Maybe a pipe.
That was helpful.
I discern from your tone that you mean the opposite
of what you're saying, which is the very definition of irony.
This is the construction site before the concrete was poured.
And this is rebar.
Now, over that is a layer of plastic sheeting.
It appears that the victim was pushed or fell from this spot.
How high is that?
Just shy of three meters.
And he was impaled
here.
But his skull was found over there.
Yeah, the body was yanked
off the rebar and dragged over there.
Plastics sheeting was sliced
and the body was shoved underneath.
So the corpse decomposed
under the plastic for four months
before the concrete was poured?
Well, the construction company went bust,
and the whole area was fenced off for several months.
And then another company came in and bought the project
and poured the foundation.
Now, the concrete lifted the skull
through the slit in the plastic,
and the rest of the bones dissolved
from Hodgins' fungus.
This guy was impaled,
so how did nobody notice the blood for four months?
Well, black plastic and rusty rebar from a distance--
practically impossible.
Can all of the nicks
on the bones be explained by the rebar?
Yeah, let me show you.
Okay, what's that?
That's a nick on his spine.
Okay, the wound on the right
transverse process of the T6 does not line up
with the rest of the wounds from the rebar.
Well, it could have been inflicted
before he fell on the rebar.
That one there.
It punctures his lung.
This is not only cause of death,
it's the way Hodgins' fungus was introduced into the bone marrow.
So, you remember these entertainers
fight over the best spots, right?
Yes.
Okay, so who had the most to gain
from Robert Pearson leaving?
The other dancer, Russell Leonard.
Yeah, so with Robert gone, Russell's the only dancer.
Robert's death doubled his income.
Is that all you got?
Because if we're looking for a pickpocket,
that magician makes a good suspect.
Uh-uh-uh.
Magician's record is totally clean.
Russell was arrested two months ago
for threatening another dancer with a sharpened screwdriver.
The murder weapon, as described by Cam and Angela,
could very well be a sharpened screwdriver
tipped with a bone-eating fungus.
Bone-eating fungus, huh?
Hmm. Sometimes you say things that sound crazy
in a really, totally serious tone of voice.
Perhaps.
♪ Ugn, uh ♪
♪ Move ♪
♪ Cudi's back in the building, folks ♪
♪ And the oohs and the aahs what he still provokes ♪
♪ When she lets go of your hand, it's 'cause she hopes ♪
♪ That she is the one I call when it's time to float, nope ♪
♪ Hate to be so cocky and brash ♪
♪ But I'm working on getting about a half in cash ♪
♪ That's before my music even hits the shelves ♪
♪ Before the marketing and my good looks sell, well ♪
♪ There ain't nobody hot as me ♪
♪ That's how I earned this degree in biology ♪
♪ I'm so fresh, so clean ♪
♪ I'm so nice, so mean ♪
♪ I'm so hot, so cool ♪
♪ So y'all just move ♪
♪ There ain't nobody hot as me ♪
♪ I'm so fresh, so clean ♪
♪ I'm so nice, so mean ♪
♪ I'm so hot, so cool ♪
♪ So y'all just move. ♪
Here you go.
All right, all right, thank you, thank you.
All right. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Oh, thank you.
All right, yo, that's what I'm talking about right...
All that and you can't even kick in a buck?
Now what's up with that?
Oh, and now you're kicking my stuff?
That's police brutality.
No, I'm not kicking, I'm just stumbling.
You want to know what, Bones?
What?
You know what I feel with my foot there?
Looks like a... weapon.
Uh-oh.
Parole violation, pal.
Your fluidity makes it appear that you have no bones,
and I am an expert on bones,
so I find that very impressive.
Well, thank you. I take that as a great compliment
while being intimidated by law enforcement.
Booth.
Yeah, uh, hold on.
Hey, guys, over here. Uh, I'm on my way.
Booth, what's wrong?
I got to go.
Hannah's been shot.
Don't worry, Seeley, I'm fine.
You got shot, Hannah; you're not fine.
I've been shot before.
So have you, right?
It's not like you build up an immunity to gunshot wounds.
You know what, you should've taken me with you.
Stop.
If I'm there with an FBI guy, I don't get my story.
You know that.
Did you see the shooter?
Why?
You going to go after him?
Yeah, I am.
They pulled a .38 slug out of my leg.
A cop gun. When I was shot,
I was talking to a dealer who was telling me about
cops moving drugs in his neighborhood.
In my experience,
things are not that coincidental.
All right, listen, you're not gonna lose
your job here, are you?
I mean, your editor's not gonna can you?
No. I'm shot, I'm pretty.
Suddenly, he thinks it's a pretty good story.
I looked at your X-rays.
Yeah, well, the doctor said it was nothing.
I should be out in the morning.
That's a very bad idea.
Why?
Because Hannah has suffered a hairline avulsion fracture
of the femur.
The doctor said it was a little nick on the bone.
An avulsion fracture
is caused when a tendon or ligament
pulls off a piece of bone.
If you stress your leg incorrectly,
the tendon could pull that shard of bone out further
than it already is and sever the femoral artery.
You'd bleed out and die before anyone knew what had happened.
Are you sure?
I'll talk to the chief surgical resident.
I believe he'll want to operate on you this evening.
So... basically,
you saved my life.
Bones.
Thanks.
Any evidence on the screwdriver?
I pulled all of this, so I know he used the screwdriver
to open beer, scrape dog excrement
off he bottom of a shoe, stir coffee...
Hopefully not in that order.
It's been six months.
There's not much chance
that the fungus would still be evident
on a smooth metal surface.
So what now?
Now it's time to go to the source.
The CDC reported three more cases
of blastomyces dermatitidis linked to Kalorama Park.
Which would tie the dancer to the murder.
Ah, beats cultural anthropology, don't it?
Oh, Agent Booth.
No, you should be with Hannah.
Dr. Brennan and I can conduct the interrogation.
Bones said the operation was routine.
It's a simple procedure, yes.
And we have a case to work.
Okay, uh...
You're obviously upset, and that's understandable...
I'm not upset, okay?
I'm just doing my job.
Something is happening here and I'm not sure what it is.
Well, Agent Booth had a scare.
Someone very close to him could have died,
and now he's obviously in denial.
I'm close with Booth and am frequently
in life-threatening situations,
but we persevere.
See that, Sweets?
Not in denial; I'm persevering.
Yeah.
Persevering. That's right.
All right.
You got two assault charges here, okay?
One where you threatened someone with a screwdriver.
That was self-defense.
The charges were dropped.
The petty theft charge wasn't dropped.
I stole a sandwich.
I was hungry.
Spent five days locked up.
I'm sure they can think of better ways
to spend the taxpayers' money.
Why don't you tell us about you and your friend Robert.
Look, when Robert came to the park, he was broke.
I showed him the ropes, told him what kind of moves
would bring in the biggest crowds.
And then in a couple weeks, he was making more money than you.
That must have pissed you off.
No, I mean, I was jealous, okay.
But Robert and me-- we were friends.
Your screwdriver is a good match for the murder weapon.
If you're such great friends,
why didn't you report him missing?
I work the streets.
People come and go; that's the way it is.
People on the streets-- they also don't like it
when someone takes money they think is theirs.
Okay, I get where this is going.
So you've already decided that I'm guilty.
I want a lawyer.
These wrappers are from the vendor who sells chicken.
They're clean.
So far, none of the food stalls
show any kind of evidence of fungus.
I thought if he used the screwdriver
to open up cans, maybe food got on it, too.
Well, look at the bright side: now we can eat this pad Thai.
Does look delicious.
Hey, there's definitely some kind of eukaryotic organism
growing on this.
These trash bags, they all come from the restroom, huh?
This is not how I imagined spending my day.
Do me a favor. Separate all the trash bags
from the restroom from the others.
Working on two degrees, and this is where I end up.
Tuition money well spent.
Hey, hey, hey, blastomyces dermatitidis.
All right, the park janitor collected
what we needed.
Look what else he has.
We just found the murder weapon.
It's possible that this was the murder weapon.
Okay.
Would you be happier if I said it was probable
it was the murder weapon instead of possible?
Sometimes decreasing the probabilities
makes it tougher to identify the murderer.
You mean we know what, when and how, but we have no evidence
tying this weapon to a specific who.
Really, it could be anybody.
But it's good that we found the weapon.
Wait.
It seems the murderer chased the victim
through the park.
Booth would want to know why.
Shakespeare said the victim was
a pickpocket.
Maybe one of his angry marks caught him at it.
Okay, so
the angry mark grabs the trash picker,
and catches up to the victim at the construction site.
Stabs him in the back,
tosses him into the foundation.
Then slits the plastic and shoves his body beneath it.
I know what you're thinking.
We already looked for the fingerprints on the plastic
where it was cut.
It's all degraded and smeared
from the blood.
The forensic team found nothing usable.
No, no, Cam, along the slit was the wrong place to look.
What is she doing?
Dr. Hodgins,
would you come over here and be a corpse?
Yeah.
Sweetie, you do mean pretend to be a corpse, right?
'Cause the way you're holding that knife,
you're looking a little slashery.
No, this knife is not for Dr. Hodgins.
Now the curve in the slit suggests that the murderer held
the knife in his right hand.
And the slash extended 1.5 meters,
performed in one, smooth movement.
Just careful where you're going
with that razor-sharp blade there.
Whoa!
There.
Uh, there. What there?
Right, she supported her weight with her left hand.
So she left a full palm print on the plastic.
How do you get a six-month-old palm print
off a piece of plastic that's encased in concrete?
I need some gold.
Did you catch the murderer?
Well, technically, attempted murderer
since you survived.
I meant the dancer killer,
not the journalist shooter.
We'll catch him.
Don't worry.
Then we'll catch whoever did this to you.
Ten bucks says I catch him before you do.
Hah! I'm not a betting man, but if I was,
I'd definitely raise the stakes.
Obviously, whoever shot me is a cop
who's afraid of getting caught.
I think you should back off.
You gotta be kidding.
What?
No, at least until you get your health back.
Then we can lull him into a false sense of security.
We catch him together.
Can you please lean in?
Closer.
A little closer.
Within lip reach.
Thank you for being my big scary protector.
Rarr.
Now, the process is called vacuum metal deposition.
This looks like a popcorn machine.
Now, gold will bind
with the lipids from fingerprints
on an atomic level.
Now, this technique involves coating a thin layer
of thermalized metallic dust onto the evidence.
It has to be gold?
Well, yeah. I mean, gold conducts electricity better
than any other non-corrosive metal.
What? Did you have to pay for it yourself?
Just go. Do.
Okay, here goes the gold.
Now, evaporated zinc will only condense onto metal.
Since the gold has bonded with the fingerprints,
there's more metal on the print than the rest of sample.
Viola.
It worked.
Thank goodness.
Oh.
What?
That is not the maintenance guy from the park's handprint.
How do you know?
It's too small. It's a child.
Or a woman.
What if the other one doesn't drink anything?
Uh, we turned the air-conditioning up in the room,
suck all the moisture out of it.
So which one do you think it is?
I have no idea.
No, think of it as a game.
All right? Take a guess. Just between the two of us.
No one's going to hear you. Go ahead. Guess, guess, guess.
Well...
the ballet teacher
seems very mean and vindictive.
Plus she's deceptively strong.
And she's not afraid to be violent.
Mmm. Sorry. Wrong.
How do you know?
Well, I went through all the police reports
of the pickpocketing incidents
that happened out at Kalorama Park.
What did that tell you?
That not one incident, out of dozens,
ever occurred while Beverly Houle
or Robert Pearson were performing.
So they were the team that Sweets heard about
from the Shakespeare statue.
He cheated her.
She chased him with the garbage picker.
Stuck him in the back.
End of story. Yeah.
But when a woman kills a man, it's never
just about the money.
You're implying there was some kind
of sexual tension involved.
Right. When that goes south,
all bets are off.
There's no honor amongst thieves or ex-lovers.
Yeah.
That's it. Showtime.
Hmm?
Busted.
Her body language doesn't
prove anything. Well, we have
different definitions for that, that's for sure.
That's why nobody can thwart our criminological brilliance.
Did you read that off a restaurant place mat?
Comic book. I'm on a self-improvement kick.
All right?
♪ ♪
Temperance!
Come on in.
How do you feel?
I'm alive.
Thanks to you.
Hey.
Where's my gift?
Excuse me?
Listen.
I get it, you saved my life, and I'm very grateful,
but traditionally, when you come
to visit someone in the hospital,
you bear gifts.
Well, that custom began
as a replacement for religious sacrifice.
As a way to get the gods to take mercy on the sick person.
Yes.
But I don't believe in that, so...
But you do believe in cultural traditions.
Of course. But...
So, since I'm not above a little supplication
every once in a while,
maybe you should give me your sunglasses.
Seriously?
Sure.
Okay.
There you go.
Thank you.
Perhaps you should be more careful
in what stories you pursue in the future.
-- sync, corrected by elderman -- -- for www.addic7ed.com --
Why?
Booth would be very unhappy if you died.
Would you back down, Temperance,
if you thought you were working on something important?
No.
No, I wouldn't.
Well...
aren't we a pair?
I guess Seeley is going to have to resign himself
to being worried as long as we're both around.
We are. We are quite a pair.
They look good on you.
What's that mean?