Bones s06e06 Episode Script

Yeah.
Booth? Yeah.
Booth? Are you there? No, I'm in South Beach workin' on my tan.
All right.
You need Sweets to sign your post-Afghanistan "fitness for duty" report.
- Did you forget? - Me? Well, generally you wear more clothing and you've been avoiding this for weeks.
Well, I couldn't sleep.
Hannah got up at the crack of dawn.
Oh! Do you always have this pronounced a release of gas in the morning? - Is it that bad? - Synovial gas.
- That's what the cracking is.
- Synovial gas what's that mean? There comes a point when your body can't hide all the abuse it's taken.
What do you mean, "certain point"? You've been shot and beaten and jumped out of airplanes.
- The skeletal damage alone - Oh, God.
I'm fallin' apart.
You're fine.
It's your skeleton that's falling apart.
The compression fracture to your T3 alone should have incapacitated you years ago.
Then there's the fracture to your sternum from when that obese girl shot you.
Fractures to your metatarsals from when you were tortured.
Rib pitting from when you foolishly tried to act as a human shield.
- Rib pitting? - And that's before we even get to your compromised ligaments.
Both intertransverse and anterior longitudinal.
How do you have room in your brain to remember all that? I care about you, Booth.
The more abuse a body takes, the sooner it degenerates.
- That's it? That's all you got for me? - It can be a good thing.
In tribes, men like you are elders.
They don't have to hunt anymore.
Well, I wanna go hunting.
Well, perhaps you'll feel better after you get your form signed.
You know I will.
- Oh, no! - Oh! - Agent Booth! - Dr.
Brennan! You should be at work, Ms.
Wick.
It is a very important day.
Can you sign this? - Are you serious? - Just sign it.
Just sign and get back to your fun.
- Dr.
Brennan, about this morning - What about it? I don't want you to think that Lance and I are dating again, because we're not.
That was purely accidental intercourse.
You had intercourse accidentally? What were you trying to do, Ms.
Wick? - I was returning a book.
- And your pants fell off? All of the pieces of ship without remains attached straight to the Early American workroom.
- Door on your right.
- Where do you want this? Take it up on the platform.
- Got it.
- Okay.
- How much of this is there? - I have no idea.
So when you said "old remains" the ship part of it just slipped your mind? - No, of course not.
- This is incredible.
I can't believe this is an actual slave ship.
- Where did they find it? - Off the coast of Maryland.
This could shed enormous light on the slave trade.
Or give me nightmares.
One or the other.
Mytilus edulis.
Blue mussels.
Wow.
They said this was for you.
The Jeffersonian board of directors wants us to try and identify the remains.
How? These people have been dead for nearly 150 years.
Yeah, well, this might help.
It's a copy of the outgoing manifest.
And it lists all the slaves they were transporting to New Orleans.
There's age and race and degree of color.
This is really detailed in a totally horrible, disgusting, sucky kind of way.
Slaves were considered property.
They were as carefully cataloged as livestock or silverware.
Male child, under 10 years old.
The marine mussels compromised the bone but the skull shows a mix of Negroid and Caucasoid characteristics suggesting that he would be listed as mulatto.
Got it.
Polidore Nelson.
Symphyseal rim well defined.
Partial ectocranial suture closure.
Female, 40s, five feet tall.
Okay, there's only one woman that small.
Over here, now.
Uh, not kidding, even a little bit.
Dr.
Hodgins.
- Yeah.
What do you got? - That.
- What the hell is it? - Wow! It's some kind of organism anchored to the bone.
Interesting.
Alien sea life hitchhikes in on a slave ship, and that's all you can say? "Interesting"? I think in this context, "interesting" is a way of acknowledging life forms beyond Dr.
Hodgins's expertise.
Temporary condition, I assure you.
Listen up! Pull any other bones with pink slime and bring 'em over here.
It's possible that "alien" is an appropriate adjective.
I mean, we may be looking at N.
T.
I.
here.
- What's he talking about? - I have no idea.
N.
T.
I.
, as in non-terrestrial intelligence.
Oh, no.
If alien life forms were going to exist somewhere on Earth the ocean floor would be it.
- Please tell me you're kidding.
- Judging by weight and texture all of the affected bones appear to belong to the same skeleton.
Something is very wrong.
Come on.
I really gotta look at these images? Yes.
Penetrating trauma to the cribriform plate and palatine bones.
- You mean that jaggedy-looking hole there? - Yes.
The puncture would've extended upward into the anterior base of the brain, resulting in immediate death.
This man was hooked through the mouth like a fish.
Okay, got it.
Thank you very much.
I just don't know how I can help you with a murdered slave.
They may have found him in a slave ship.
But given the condition of his cartilage this man died less than a month ago, and this is murder.
Abrasions to the pisiform.
It's likely this person was wearing manacles.
Why are you working on remains from the slave ship when you know our recent murder victim has priority? Because Dr.
Hodgins is still trying to remove the unidentified deep-sea life forms.
Maybe we should discuss the murder victim's X-rays instead.
Incomplete epiphyseal fusion.
He was at most 20 years old.
Chipping on the zygomatic arch.
Hairline fractures to the mental foramen, all heavily remodeled.
Metaphyseal fractures to the left tibia and right ulna.
- Never properly set.
- I've seen these before.
They happen when someone has their extremities wrenched over and over again at a very young age.
Suggestive of child abuse? We have to identify him.
What is taking Dr.
Hodgins so long? We are looking at what could be a clue to the origin of life itself.
Come on.
The origin of life looks like a pink Chia Pet? According to one theory, billions of years ago organic molecules hitchhiked to Earth on comets that plummeted into our oceans forming the seeds of life as we know it.
- Okay, now you've lost me.
- Look at this.
The organism operates like hair follicles anchors its root system to the bone.
It's actually kind of attractive up close.
Yeah, for a mucous-excreting underwater insect.
Well, let me scan the skull and then I can build a facial reconstruction from it.
Do you realize these guys could be harder to identify than a decomposed murder victim? How can you compare a murder victim to ocean snot that looks like something that Barbie wore to the prom? - You compared 'em to a Chia Pet.
- That's not the same thing.
You're right.
Because if these guys are new and I get to identify them then I get to name an entire species Anjelonicus montinegris.
Really? Really.
So the dead guy got caught in a fishing net and the fishing net got caught on a slave ship? Yeah.
A net gets lost.
It floats around for years.
- They call it a ghost net.
- Wow.
Ghost net caught a ghost.
That's - Something like that.
- It's ironic.
- Okay, why are you still here? - I'm weak.
I'm weak, Agent Booth.
I broke up with Daisy, but I can't keep my hands off her.
What's new, all right? You're a guy.
Life goes on.
Yeah.
That's the problem.
We broke up.
But it just goes on.
It's-It's like she's a magnet.
Should I just let it happen? Here.
Pick it up.
"Yes, definitely.
" You think? I don't know.
How am I supposed to know? Years of experience.
The perspective of age.
Age.
How is it that I went to sleep Han Solo and I woke up Obi-Wan Kenobi? I have no idea what you're talking about.
Oh.
Looks like Angela finished the victim's facial reconstruction.
Oh.
There is our ghost.
He wasn't on the Missing Persons database.
But I got a hit from the F.
B.
I.
's facial recognition software.
"Mike Casper.
" Yeah, his wife lives in what is it Calvert County.
He's married? He's got a kid and a dog and a cushy aerospace job.
No, that's not possible.
He's 19, 20, 21 at most.
- All right, Bones.
He's 28.
- No There's no way.
Booth, you really need to double-check these things.
Look, the battle scars are to the body, not to the brain, okay? You're being very touchy.
I'm not being touchy.
This is Casper's driver's license.
- It's the same face Angela drew.
Right there.
- Okay.
It's possible he had cerebral palsy.
That could retard bone development.
Or you're just wrong.
I'm not wrong.
- You're wrong.
- I'm not wrong - Yes? - Mrs.
Casper? - Yes? - Special Agent Booth.
- This here is my partner, Dr.
Brennan.
- How can I help you? - You mind if we come in? - I'm actually in the middle of something right now.
- It's about your husband.
- We believe we found his remains off the coast of Maryland.
Any reason to believe that he might've been on a boat recently? Ask him yourself.
Mike? Hey.
Victim got a driver's license with your name and his picture.
He used it to charge up a fortune in credit card debt.
Yeah, I get it.
The guy that got killed is the same guy who stole my I.
D.
But it's got nothin' to do with me.
I'm not exactly a violent guy.
Mike's very easy-going.
This is a conversation between you and your credit card company, Mr.
Casper.
You know how they say they record calls for quality control? - Well, turns out it's true.
- I'm sorry sir.
But because you failed to notify us within the time How could I tell you when I didn't know? You should've contacted the credit reporting agencies.
In the future, if you place a fraud alert on your card You wanna know what I'm gonna do in the future? I'm gonna find the scum who stole my I.
D.
and I'm gonna kill him.
What'd you expect me to say? They froze my cards.
Our credit was ruined.
That piece of dirt he cost us the house we were tryin' to buy.
- If we need a lawyer - We don't need a lawyer.
We haven't done anything.
My husband is telling the truth.
He is not a violent man.
Sweets, tell them what you told me.
According to the latest clinical data identity theft can cause serious maladaptive psychological and somatic symptoms.
No kidding.
I haven't slept in two months.
Those symptoms aren't limited to insomnia.
The hell is that supposed to mean? Okay.
That would be one of the maladaptive psychological symptoms.
Uncontrolled rage.
How could I kill him when I didn't even know who he was? I noticed you have a boat hitch on the back of your car.
You own a boat? - Yeah.
I fish.
So what? - You have any big hooks on that boat? - Why? - A body was found about a mile off the coast.
I'm thinkin' maybe you're doin' more than just fishing on that boat.
All right.
I want that lawyer now.
Dr.
Brennan really needs these! I don't understand why you can't just pluck.
If I pluck them off one by one, it's going to take a week, Ms.
Wick.
So what you need to do is stop telling me how to do my job.
I don't see how this is gonna hurry things up.
If I figure out what they are I'll figure out how to get them off.
Any more questions? Not at this moment.
Aha! Yes! It's a type of benthic worm.
See? - Progress.
- Okay.
The only way I can get D.
N.
A.
to I.
D.
our I.
D.
thief is by using bone marrow.
- But your alien organism has sucked it dry.
- Okay.
Contrary to popular rumor, it is not my alien organism.
Not yet anyway.
But I have narrowed it down to a type of benthic worm.
How can you not be able to I.
D.
a fluffy pink worm? How many of those could there possibly be? You'd be surprised.
How am I supposed to figure out who killed him when I can't even figure out who he is? All I can tell from the X-rays is that he had multiple fractures that were never properly set.
He also sustained repeated facial trauma between the ages of two and 14.
So child abuse? He wasn't on a Missing Persons database.
So it means no one was missing.
You have a very strange tendency to state the obvious.
If you were a kid who got the crap beat out of him over and over again, what would you do? You'd think about running away, or you do run away.
But he wasn't a kid anymore, Booth.
He was 19 or 20 when he died.
Doesn't mean he didn't run away before.
And when a kid runs away, someone reports him missing.
A school, a neighbor someone.
We were looking at the wrong database.
We need to reverse the craniofacial growth patterns and run the results against the Missing Children's database.
Send him back to childhood, huh? Retain the cranial proportion but reduce the jaw, narrow the neck and raise the ears.
Change the proportion of the head to one part facial mass to two and a quarter parts cranial mass.
Decrease the size of the upper and lower jaw.
Done.
It's hard to believe that he's gonna be stealing I.
D.
s and getting himself killed.
Okay.
That's him.
We found him.
Nine-year-old Liam is tonight's "Thursday's Child.
" I like all kinds of sports, but mostly basketball even though I'm kind of short.
But maybe I'll grow, right? And I'm reallygood at math 'cause I like numbers.
If Liam can find a family all those numbers are sure to add up to one very bright future.
Okay.
That sounds a little like puppy adoption if you ask me.
When I was in the foster system, we used to think that kids that got on "Thursday's Child" won the lottery, you know.
One day, they're on TV.
Next day, big car pulls up to take them to the suburbs every single time.
Yeah, well, Liam didn't get adopted.
Would've saved the juvie system a whole hell of a lot of time if he had.
Court unsealed his records because of the murder.
He was busted two years ago for B & E with another foster kid by the name of Hunter Lang.
- We're tryin' to track him down now.
- Oh.
Why? Well, Liam testified against Hunter in exchange for a suspended sentence.
Ooh.
That's not good.
Rule number one: Foster kids stick together.
Huh.
Was that the kind of thing a guy would kill for? Depends on the guy.
I know these kids.
I'll talk to 'em, let you know.
Has anybody else noticed this is like a giant jigsaw without the edge pieces? One person gets killed, and it's murder.
Millions get killed, and it's history.
I'm tryin' to just think of them as bones.
It's easier.
Female, approximately 25.
Right here.
Hany Beaufort.
- Yeah, but they're not just bones.
- What does that mean? I'm gonna need to borrow these skulls.
Why does nobody seem to be working on our murder victim, Ms.
Wick? Still waiting on Dr.
Hodgins.
- Are you okay? - It's nothing.
Hany was my great-grandmother's name.
If you two can't stay focused on the Molony case, we're gonna have issues.
Well, we're trying.
But Hodgins is I got it! Thank you, Aquatic Nuisance Species Task Force a fine collection of marine biologists dedicated to making sure that if the alien ever shows up we jam it in an air lock and kiss it good-bye.
I lost out on the naming rights, babe, but I'm a big boy.
- I can handle it.
- So happy to hear that.
Turns out our little feathered friend is the Osedax mucofloris otherwise known as the bone-eating snot-flower.
You've gotta be kidding.
I'm not kidding.
Allow me to demonstrate.
- Voilà.
- Oh, no.
Now, the bone-eating snot-flower burrows into the bone, like so.
It cracks through the hard shell straight down to the fatty marrow.
And then Now, each female has maybe about a dozen dwarf males inside of her.
Basically, sperm holders.
- Cannoli? No? Anyone? - No.
Never again.
- I cannot even tell you.
- Can you please get to the point? I figured out how to remove 'em.
You have to back me up with Dr.
Brennan.
She hasn't said anything, but I know what she's thinking.
- It's an emergency.
- Whoa.
What am I supposed to say? You have to explain what happened this morning.
Sex is a normal part of the adult experience.
You don't need to apologize for it.
Do you know what happened when I was little? My dad and I saw these two deer goin' at it on the side of a hill.
And I asked him what they were doing.
And he said the nice deer in back was pushing his friend up the hill.
Seriously? And now, we're those deer.
Only no one's explaining that you were just pushing me uphill.
- I have issues.
- I had no idea.
- You're happy we broke up, aren't you? - Look.
Dr.
Brennan is not a prude.
I would suggest that she doesn't even care that we had sex.
- Just that it was right in front of her.
- That would be logical.
Not that it would ever come up again anyway, since it was an anomaly.
Totally.
But maybe there's nothing wrong with that if it did come up.
I mean, just as long as it wasn't here.
Seems reasonable.
- Totally reasonable.
- Mm-hmm.
So the parole officer didn't have an address on Hunter Lang.
But she said that he works on a boat at the end of the dock called the Dandeana.
It's possible that he was drawn to the sea because the isolation mimics his childhood environment.
- You're overthinking this.
- There's no such thing as overthinking.
You may think incorrectly or inadequately or falsely, but the notion of - All right, got it.
Got it.
- Okay.
So since you guys both saw "the incident" I've decided to take Agent Booth's advice.
Anyway, even though Daisy and I aren't dating I've decided we can still enjoy each other's company casually once in a while.
I'm not sure why I should care.
Are you planning on having sex somewhere that I will witness it? I hope not.
- Then I definitely don't care.
- I'm with her.
Ladies, we're shoving off! Yeah, well, so much for that isolation theory, Mr.
Expert on Foster Care.
I've heard about these events.
They're designed to facilitate intercourse between older women and younger men.
- We got that, Bones.
- Hurry up, ladies! Cosmos are waiting.
- We're ready to cast off.
- Oh, okay.
- Time to board.
- Excuse me.
We're lookin' for Hunter Lang.
He's one of our bartenders.
Nadia, they're lookin' for Lang.
Oh.
Jealous husband? F.
B.
I.
Oh.
Well, can this wait? We'll be back by 10:00.
Yeah, how about we come with you? Only if he comes too.
- That was the plan.
- Done! I'm sorry.
What just happened there? If this were the Malukus, I'd say it was some sort of virgin offering.
- Virgin? - Quasi-virgin offering.
The male guests seem to be enjoying themselves.
Come on.
Are you kiddin' me? Look at this kid.
He's barely out of diapers.
Wouldn't you like to be on a boat full of nubile young women? - No.
- The socially acceptable age difference is half plus eight.
- Huh? - Come on.
Everyone knows that.
They do not.
If everybody knew that, Booth would know that.
Okay, so you're okay with dating somebody who's 20? Sure, if she were mature.
Uh-huh.
That means it would be well within the social norm for me to date a man of 24.
- He's 24.
Would you date him? - Well, not literally.
I'm definitely gettin' the look here.
- The look? - The precursor to sexual overtures.
- Let's see what you got.
- Oh! Mama like.
- Hi.
- All right, ladies.
He's got a curfew.
He's gotta be back by 12:00 midnight.
- You're gonna leave me? - Yeah.
- Okay.
Hi.
- Don't be afraid.
The atmosphere is very festive.
- Thank you.
- Oh.
Uh, thanks.
I'm fine.
No No need.
I'm workin'.
Right.
- Anthropologically speaking - Yeah.
women were attracted to older men because they could take care of them.
The world has changed.
These women can take care of themselves.
Well, it's just wrong.
That's all.
Just wrong.
Why? Because it's hard on men like you who are past their prime? - I'm not past my prime.
- Prime is 18.
Okay.
Maybe just a little.
Hey.
Bones, there's Hunter Lang.
The posterior surface of your forearm is absolutely magnificent.
Thanks.
I work out.
You can work out somewhere else.
She's not interested.
- Don't be so hasty.
- You kidding me? - He's - Who's the old dude? - I'm her partner.
- He's my partner.
She's too old for you and too young for you all at the same time.
I think what he's trying to tell you is that I haven't yet reached my sexual prime.
I have.
- Definitely.
- Definitely.
- Really? Give me this right now.
Okay, come on.
Sweets, we're working.
- Put the drink down.
- I'm trying.
Here, have this.
Yeah, lock your lips around that, sweetheart.
- Come on.
This way.
- Want me to tuck you in? Aw.
I know you had it rough, Hunter.
I was a foster kid too.
Sure you were.
How many foster homes did you live in? Eleven, 12.
Who keeps track? I did.
Four places by the time I was six.
Not somethin' you forget.
Yeah? What was your score? - Score? - Supervision score.
One means doesn't need supervision.
Five means bring out the meds and lock him down.
Makes it easy on the check cashers, huh? That's what we called foster parents.
I was a two.
I was a four.
Real pain in the ass.
Great.
So what was the deal with you and Liam Molony? No deal.
No deal.
And I'm not saying that because he's dead.
Right.
He testified against you.
- I got over it.
Are we done yet? - No.
The kids I was placed with, we leaned on each other.
If one of those kids betrayed me, that would hurt a lot.
Look, what Liam did I was like, whatever.
You know? We talked about it when I got out of juvie, and it's all good.
No big.
- So when was the last time you saw him? - Labor Day.
Yeah, he was, uh he was workin' the cougars.
You see, most of the guys that come here, they come for the free booze, the easy sex.
But not Liam.
He was smarter than that.
He used to get the extras from the old ladies like money, gifts.
Are you aware of an issue that happened between Liam and a guy by the name of Mike Casper? - No, I'm not.
- On Labor Day, did you two leave together? No, no.
He must've bailed when I was cleaning up.
- Ask Nadia.
She'd know.
- Why is that? He was one of her favorites.
Liam would always show up with a carful of cubs.
Nadia would get her boy bait, and then Liam would have all the cougars he could handle.
- How many would that be? - Come on, man.
He's 19.
Was 19.
Look, can I get back to work here? I'm gonna go find Bones, talk to Nadia.
You get the rest of his information.
- All right? - Yeah.
Hello there.
- Me? - Aren't you a scrumptious little tidbit.
No, no.
In case you haven't noticed, I really don't fit this demographic, okay? You got it all wrong, sugar.
Why would I wanna be with them when I could be with you? I just needed to know what they were.
And now, I know what'll eat 'em.
Piranhas.
- And they won't damage the bones? - Nope.
The bubbles agitate the water and encourages them to feed.
- May I ask you a personal question, Dr.
Hodgins? - No.
I have got a beautiful wife, a fulfilling job and I just figured out how to remove snot-flowers.
I'm gonna go ahead and savor the moment here, Ms.
Wick.
Wow! Oh! Ah! Perfection.
That's curious.
There are significant abrasions to the bone.
Can I see that ulna? One ulna coming right up.
Ah! Whew! They look like kerf marks, but they don't go into the bone.
They go along the bone.
And the staining says they're definitely perimortem.
Well, I'll swab 'em and see what we got.
The abrasions are everywhere all along the anterior surface of the bones.
You know, I know it's one of the few areas of my non-expertise but does it look to you like somebody attacked our dead guy with a grater? I understand.
Yes.
- Good-bye, Ms.
Wick.
- So what'd the lab say? The victim was attacked by a sharp, pierced object with multiple grooves.
Some kind of very large grater.
Mmm.
Before or after gettin' hooked like a fish? I have no way of knowing that until I examine the bones.
We gotta find the party planner around here.
She throws a very good party.
- I enjoyed my conversation.
- Oh, with the zygote? Well, he's charming.
He likes long walks on the beach and he enjoys watching the sunset.
That's a line, Bones.
They're lines.
You're what they call prime real estate around here.
Well, I'm prime real estate anywhere.
Never mind.
Hey, Captain, have you seen Nadia Blake? She's probably below deck.
That's some, uh, fragrant coffee you got there.
I brewed it myself.
Uh, gotta keep sharp.
Hey, Bones, our guy was hooked through the mouth like a fish, right? - Uh-huh.
- That fit the bill? The shape is consistent with the damage to the palatine bone and the cribriform plate.
Right, whatever that means.
But could be our murder weapon, right? Yeah.
Yeah.
We have to bring it back to the lab and test it for trace evidence.
Hey, Bones, could this be our grater? Well, it is if it corresponds to the abrasions on the bones.
Which means Liam Molony didn't get off this boat alive.
Don't! - I got it.
- Stop it! - Freeze! - I mean it! Do you mind? Okay, come on.
Cover up.
I need to ask you a few questions about Liam Molony.
- Do you mind if I get dressed first? - You got 60 seconds.
Look.
- What do you got, Bones? - What happened to my 60 seconds? Maggots.
Most likely blowfly maggots indicating that at some recent point, there was rotting flesh here.
Okay, you, pony boy, let's go.
Out.
Come on.
You need a key to open this lock.
- Bones, excuse me.
- What? - You people are crazy! - Ah! You said Liam was last seen on this boat? I'm thinkin' that he was killed and stashed in here until they got out far enough to dump the body.
- What do you think? - I think you're right.
Last time Liam was seen alive, it was on one of your cruises about a month ago.
Hey, I don't keep track of the boys who go on my cruises.
My God, that'd be a full-time job.
As opposed to arranging hookups.
For a cub, he certainly knows how to take the romance out of things.
We're not talkin' about him.
We're talkin' about you.
So middle-aged women pay you to hook up with younger guys? No, they don't.
They pay to go on my cruises.
What they do when they get off is up to them.
One of your guests ended up fish food at the bottom of the sea.
- I'm not seein' the romance in that.
- And he usually does.
Which means, there really isn't any.
Hey, I liked Liam.
He was very good for business.
You took advantage of a kid who didn't have a mother.
You basically fed him older women.
He needed mature companionship, and my ladies needed a fresh face.
- And youthful physique? - Exactly.
There are plenty of guys in their 30s and 40s who have youthful physiques.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
It's different.
- Yeah.
- Not in a bad way, but - Yeah, in a bad way.
You're not helpin' your case.
If something happened to Liam that night, I have no idea what it is.
The guy was stuffed in a fish locker in a cabin that you seem to spend a lot of your "quality" time in.
Okay, how could I put him in a locker I don't even have a key to? - Who has the key? - Well, Captain Kelly.
Maybe it's him you should be talking to.
Do you have the results back on the maggots from the cougar cruise? Maggots are next on my list.
Ms.
Wick has already confirmed the murder weapon.
Everyone else is working on the slave ship which makes you the clog in my drain, Dr.
Hodgins.
I'm still trying to figure out the trace from those bone scrapes.
It's very strange and sticky.
Three primary proteins, including a trypsin-like serine protease.
This is my "What the hell are you talking about?" look.
It's a waterproof marine epoxy.
Glue.
Why would the victim have glue on his bones? Yeah.
That's exactly what's got me stumped.
Ponder it while you put the maggots in the blender.
Hopefully, you can pull enough D.
N.
A.
to prove that Liam Molony was in that locker.
After he was dead, but before he got tossed overboard.
I'm on it.
Your boat hook killed him.
His name is Liam Molony.
I've seen him before, but I barely know the guy.
Why would I kill him? You tell me.
You got a wife? She hook up with Molony? Oh, please.
I'd have paid him.
- Would you knock it off? - They're from Ms.
Wick and Hodgins.
- It appears to be urgent.
- All right, just get on with it.
Be quick.
She doesn't really listen to you, does she? It's really none of your business.
Dr.
Hodgins blended the maggots.
They don't have remnants of human D.
N.
A.
- They have monocalcium paracaseinate.
- Which means? Explain.
- Cheese.
- What? The maggots ate cheese, not Molony.
Okay.
Okay, you, that's not funny.
Yeah, it is.
Look.
I don't just do the horny-broad cruises.
- I do gourmet parties once a month.
- Your point is? Last week's dinner, there was a bunch of this, uh you know, uh, illegal Italian cheese.
- I took one of 'em.
- Oh.
I see.
I don't.
What does Italian cheese have to do with maggots? There's a traditional Sardinian sheep-milk cheese called casu marzu.
It is riddled with live insect larvae.
I told you.
Look, I had nothing to do with this.
All right.
Do you remember seeing this guy on the Labor Day cougar cruise? I might've seen him out on deck with a woman.
Nobody goes out on deck on account of the bar's inside.
Can you describe her? Well, I was, um, a little under the weather.
Drunk.
A possibility.
Then how are we gonna get a description? Sweet light Sweet light Sweet, sweet light Sweet light A s we wander alone And wherever we roam We shall look for you there You will always be there Somebody forget about lunch? Oh.
I'm so I How long have I been sitting here? Hours.
I had a Caesar salad with a side of Miss Wick.
We talked about Sardinian cheese at length.
I'm so sorry, babe.
I totally lost track.
No, these are amazing, Angie.
You're doing a sketch for every set of remains? Kinda feel like I have to.
You also have to eat.
I mean, we're growing a baby, remember? Well, yeah, but he was somebody's baby too.
And I want our baby to know that.
Oh, wow.
I sound like a crazy woman, don't I? Actually, you're sounding like a mom.
- Oh, crap.
Already? - Yep.
- I should take that sandwich.
- Okay.
You keep working.
I'm on it.
You want a peanut butter-and-egg salad? Yes.
I know.
Pregnancy is so weird.
- I love you.
- I love you too.
Even the "charcoaly" bits.
Three separate studies suggest this is a very effective method.
It's called state-dependent learning.
If we want him to remember what happened when he was drunk, just have to get him drunk.
Right.
Is this really gonna work? Memories are anchored in internal contexts.
Yeah.
For example, if I had a drink I would instantly remember Daisy and how champagne just makes her eyes sparkle.
Sweets.
Is he drunk enough already? - I'd say yes.
- Okay.
Let's just focus here, all right? - Labor Day cruise.
- Mm-hmm.
Liam Molony's on the deck with a woman.
Can you describe her? Hmm.
He's confused.
For example, if I were to describe Daisy I'd say she was 5'5", beautiful brown hair - Oh, for God's sakes, Sweets.
- I remember.
Her hair was red.
And she kept, uh, flicking it.
- Booth, that sounds just like - Claire Casper.
- The wife of the man whose identity Liam stole.
- Get his keys.
- Why? - We gotta go solve a murder.
Just give him two aspirin, put him in a cab.
All right? Hey, wait, wait, wait! Wait, wait, wait! We got witnesses, and they all put you on the Labor Day cougar cruise.
Big whoop.
I go on a lot of party cruises.
They're a fun night out.
Fun night out with Liam Molony? All right.
You really want me to say this? Liam and I hooked up a few months ago.
He used to come by the house when Mike was at work.
Ah.
Okay, so when Mike's I.
D.
got stolen, you realized that it was Liam.
Could've been really easy for him.
All he had to do was grab some mail.
That must've really pissed you off.
You think I cared? Boy went like a hot little pipe.
You definitely cared, 'cause your whole little world was about to come crumbling down.
You went on that cruise lookin' for him, didn't you? What did he say? Threaten to tell your husband about the affair? I didn't kill Liam and there's nothin' you can do to prove different.
Hey.
We're, uh We're almost wrapped up.
Yeah.
Booth called.
He thinks Claire Casper did it.
But there's no evidence to tie her to the crime.
No, I was actually I was talking about the Amalia Rose.
The remains have been identified, and they're moving them into the exhibit.
The press conference is tomorrow.
Great.
Not that this is any of my business, but, um I sort of thought that you'd be more interested.
Interested.
Is that what I'm supposed to be? I just thought That because I'm black, I should be all over this? I already know what happened.
My family were property along with about 15 million other Africans.
They were traded like cattle, and they died like cattle.
And I am trying really hard not to let those bones out there get to me.
I'm sorry, Cam.
I should've been more sensitive.
It's fine.
It's all good.
Hey.
So, new developments.
Am I interrupting? No.
Uh, what's going on? I ran a couple more tests and the sticky stuff on the bone abrasions wasn't marine epoxy.
It's barnacle secretion.
I think I know what happened.
Now, imagine this platform is the party boat, and I am Liam Molony.
And I'm Claire Casper sexually predatory suburban housewife.
Right.
Okay.
So, Molony and Claire, they struggle.
- Now, Molony, he's strong.
- We know that from the bone attachments.
But Claire, she's got rage on her side.
And I shove him overboard.
Hey! Don't worry.
We thought this through.
Molony, he tries to climb back on board, scraping himself on the barnacles.
But Claire, she grabs the boat hook.
And stabs him with it straight through the mouth.
- Uh-huh.
- The hook tore through his palate into the frontal lobe fracturing his front teeth as it was removed.
What's wrong? If the abrasions to Liam Molony's skeleton were caused by the barnacles on the boat there may be evidence in the barnacles.
And that is why I sent the techs out to the marina to check the boat.
Barnacles grow at a prescribed rate.
We dated these little ones back to the night Liam Molony disappeared.
He tried to climb back up the side of the hull.
In the process, breaking off the barnacles and lacerating himself down to the bone.
Yeah.
And these baby barnacles grew in their place.
D.
N.
A.
's back from the blood we found under those barnacles.
There's two types.
One is consistent with Liam Molony.
The other's a match for Claire Casper.
She must've gotten cut when they struggled.
Booth wanted evidence.
Looks like we got it.
Jury's gonna believe this, Claire.
We got you.
It was an accident.
I I told Liam I knew what he did.
We started fighting.
My glass broke, and I got cut.
I looked down and saw blood.
And I got so mad, I shoved him.
He went over.
Into the ocean.
I grabbed the boat hook to get him.
I was gonna pull him out.
Then what happened? He called me a desperate old hag.
I never thought of myself as old until then.
I grabbed the boat hook, and I swung it up and caught him in the mouth.
Just like a fish.
I wanted him to die, Agent Booth, but I I didn't wanna kill him.
Here's the thing.
As much as it pains me to say, I don't like casual sex.
You don't? I mean, I like sex.
I love sex.
Okay? I just I don't only wanna spend time with you 'cause I'm gettin' my freak on.
I like giving you the freak.
If you wanna keep seeing me we need to have substantive conversation and shared interests.
Well, that should be easy.
We have lots in common.
Okay.
Like what? We both love Indian food.
Can't stand it.
Only ate it for you.
- Really? - Uh-huh.
- What about travel? - Since the Malukus, I'm totally over it.
- Hiking? - Hate it.
Dogs? I love dogs.
I'm allergic.
Remember that time when you had the flu and we stayed in bed and watched the Saved by the Bell marathon? Yeah, and we decided you're just like Jessie 'cause she's so smart and ambitious, right? And you were like Screech, 'cause he was the geeky genius.
- But they never hooked up.
- Which they totally should have.
Right? 'Cause they had more in common than they realized.
We could watch it again.
I have issues with the last season.
Me too! Daisy.
Lancelot.
These people were wrenched from their homeland and disappeared into the cold seas of the Atlantic forgotten until today.
We're very proud to announce that thanks to the hard work of the Jeffersonian staff the remains found on the Amalia Rose have been matched with the names on the manifest.
They will be buried at the Great Oak Cemetery in Maryland.
But their names and faces will live on here in the Jeffersonian.
Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to present the victims of the Amalia Rose.
Polidore Nelson.
Barbury Page.
Jim No last name.
Abraham Fox.
Hany Hany Hany Beaufort.
Bartlett Nelson.
Issiah Nelson.
Rebecca No last name.
Cain Dawson.
Eliza No last name.
Georgiana Picket.
Clarence Stark.
Dillie Stark.
Franklin No last name.
What's that mean? English - US - SDH