Bones s06e08 Episode Script

2 I'm gonna wake up with a smile I'm gonna wake up with the sun all bright I'm gonna wake up with a smile Open the shades and let in the light Good morning, happiness Good morning, happiness Good morning, happiness What a fine day My editor wants me to tie my story of inner-city crime in D.
C.
with federal cutbacks to law enforcement.
Ah, all right.
Gotta love that, huh? More money for us.
Tell you what.
Maybe the Bureau can get me a computer that doesn't run on coal.
I'm gonna ambush Senator Janko today.
He chairs a committee.
You go like that, he'll tell you anything you wanna know.
Oh, God.
I'm sorry.
Don't worry about it.
It's okay.
I told you I'm not very good with kids.
Nah, you're great with everybody.
And I tell you what.
Parker can't wait to meet you.
- Really? - Yeah, really.
I'd feel more comfortable if he was a crooked senator.
I know how to deal with that.
Oh, work.
Booth.
Oh, yeah.
Okay.
On my way.
Okay.
Gotta go.
Got a case.
Hey, hey.
Don't worry about that, all right? - Call came in at 6:00 a.
m.
- Passing motorist called 911.
Said she saw a ball of fire on the side of the road.
- Where's the point of ignition? - There is none.
Well, as an arson investigator, you should know that every fire has a point of ignition.
Not if it was hit by an asteroid.
Even an asteroid with a diameter as small as five meters would leave a-a huge crater.
Th-There's no crater.
- Is she serious? - Always.
Bones, that was a joke.
The whole asteroid thing was a joke.
Oh! That's amusing because it's such an absurd theory.
Good one.
Check this out, Bones.
VIN plate.
Digits are missing.
I'll give it to Angela, see what she can do.
This white powder I assume it's residue from fire retardant used to control the blaze.
Although, it could be the remnants of a highly localized blizzard.
The The likelihood of a blizzard is even more remote than an asteroid hitting here.
Do you get it? It's not retardant.
By the time the firefighters arrived on scene, the blaze had burned itself out.
Then I'll need to bag the powder for Hodgins to analyze.
Oh.
Wow.
This is a first.
Melted bones.
No.
Not possible.
Bones don't melt.
You know, usually I defer all things bones to you but, you know, I've cooked with a lot of cheese.
That is melted.
Whoa! Look at that.
You're excited about the decedent, Dr.
Hodgins? Sure.
They said the dude melted into the truck.
Uh, at this point, we haven't been able to determine gender.
And bones don't melt, Dr.
Hodgins.
The melting process represents a change of state from a solid to a liquid.
An impossibility with bones.
I know.
But they sure appear to be melted.
But how? I haven't seen a fire hot enough to do this.
Found at the scene.
A light dusting over most of the wreckage.
It could give us cause of death.
I think I found that.
Oh.
- Bullet.
- We presume the victim died in a fire.
- But he was shot in the chest.
- And melted.
Sorry.
But I don't know any other word for it.
I can do this.
It was my idea to remove the bones with liquid nitrogen.
And the F.
B.
I.
is giving me the psych evaluation so I can get security clearance to work unsupervised.
But you don't have that clearance yet and this is very expensive equipment which I am responsible for.
You just think it's cool.
Maybe.
Careful not to saturate any particular section.
Too much nitric oxide can cause the bones to fracture.
I know, Ms.
Wick.
Is the psych evaluation intimidating? I mean, was it difficult for you to pass it? Perhaps you could focus on how we're going to identify the victim.
There's no flesh, so that rules out fingerprints.
And since the skull appears melted we can discount facial reconstruction and dental comparisons.
Maybe I could think a little clearer if I was using the equipment.
Please? I already have the gear on.
Okay, just once.
But be careful! Since you've become a mom, you're a lot less trusting.
So, I've been working on the VIN number.
Oh.
Good, I hope.
Yeah.
Well, I etched it with hydrochloric acid cupric chloride and distilled water.
Yada yada yada.
Okay.
Say something that's gonna make me happy.
A little happy, a little sad.
I was able to restore the last four digits, but that's it.
Well, based on the truck's rear axle it was a, uh, nine-inch Dana Spicer model American-made pickup from '94 to '02.
- Yada yada.
- Well, with your four numbers I should be able to get a match from the D.
M.
V.
Thanks for making me happy.
You got it.
- Do you ever knock? - I got a message you wanted to see me.
Yeah, actually.
Have a seat.
I need your professional opinion on a personal matter.
This is a rare moment.
- Is it about Dr.
Brennan and Hannah? - No.
Sorry to disappoint.
Okay.
Sorry.
Shouldn't have jumped the gun.
Go ahead.
It's about Parker.
Parker doesn't like Hannah.
- Oh.
- Yeah, right? I understand your concern.
When did they meet? No, they haven't.
He stays with me on the weekends when she's not around.
He knows that we're dating.
So last weekend, at breakfast I ask him if he wants some chocolate milk.
And he looks at me.
He goes, "Daddy, I hate your new girlfriend.
" - Did you ask him why? - No, I didn't.
It was awkward.
He went back to watching cartoons.
The point is, they have to meet sometime, right? Well, yeah, if your relationship with Hannah is serious, then - It is serious.
- I wasn't questioning that.
- It sounded like you were.
- No, I wasn't.
- Well, it's serious.
- Then they have to meet.
Parker could be angry because he senses how much Hannah means to you and feels that you don't want him to meet her.
But I do.
I just want it to be right.
I want it to be a perfect time.
Right.
Do you think there is such a thing? Enough with the questions, all right? Just earn your coin and tell me what to do.
Accept that you're entering a situation where the outcome is uncertain.
The only thing certain is your love for your son and his trust in you.
If you trust him as much, and trust Hannah, then It might take a little time, but I think the three of you should be fine.
Fine.
If you're wrong about this, you're paying.
That white powder is magnesium oxide, isn't it? Yeah.
How did you know? As you saw, the victim's bones appear to have melted, which is not possible.
- Right.
Because bones don't melt.
- Bones don't melt.
Exactly.
But magnesium burns hot and fast.
If the bones were exposed to a magnesium fire which burned between 15 and 45 minutes at a temperature of 500 degrees Celsius The biogenic composition and structure of the bone mineral would have crystallized and the bones would appear as if they had melted.
Yes.
Although I thought of it first if anyone from the F.
B.
I.
should ask.
Really? But for magnesium to ignite, it needs to be wet first.
So, last night, when the mass spec identified magnesium I checked the meteorological charts.
A light rain fell last night in the vicinity where the body was found.
And I believe I thought of that first.
But then, I am king of the lab.
And you you are my serf.
- What the - F.
B.
I.
- Looking for Jesse Wilson.
- Jesse's in the back.
Any chance those are magnesium scraps? Yeah, we use cast magnesium discs in the wheels.
Why? I don't know.
Just got a thing for magnesium.
That's all.
- Jesse Wilson.
- Yeah.
- F.
B.
I.
Agent Booth.
- Can I help you? - Yeah.
You missin' a truck, Jesse? - Nope.
We found a burnt truck registered to your company's name with a dead body in the driver's seat with a bullet in his chest.
Was the truck hauling magnesium? And if it was? Then the driver was George Lyford an employee didn't show up this morning.
- He's dead? - As dead as dead could be.
Poor bastard was having money problems.
So I gave him those mag scraps so he could make a few extra bucks at the recycling plant.
Magnesium.
That's expensive stuff.
You just gave it to him just like that 'cause you're a nice guy? Yeah, we've been friends since high school.
Never done anything for a friend in need? That tattoo you have on your inside forearm is that military? Yeah.
Patton's Third Army.
My granddaddy killed a bunch of Nazis in World War Il.
- He was a real hero.
- Right.
Teach you how to fire a gun? Your friend George there he was killed by a nine-millimeter slug.
I checked the registry, and you own a German Luger nine-millimeter.
They used those guns in World War Il, right? - I don't like your implication.
- I can only imagine.
I mean, you see your old friend stealing your magnesium and loading it into your truck.
- You follow him and - I gave him those scraps 'cause his wife was raggin' on him to bring in more money.
You can either arrest me, or you get the hell out of my shop.
Right.
I was looking at the bullet trauma again.
Our initial presumption was not correct.
The bullet was not cause of death.
Your evidence, Ms.
Wick? Well, on the X-ray it appeared the bullet was embedded quite deeply into the sternum.
But after my excellent observation that magnesium caused the bones to crystallize and thus only appear to be melted I reexamined the point of entry.
The bullet only penetrated a few millimeters.
Not enough to cause death or even incapacitation.
So the bone warped around the bullet because of the extreme heat of the magnesium fire.
- Very good.
- I know.
You'll put in a good word for me with the F.
B.
I.
, won't you? For my clearance? It's a psych evaluation.
I'm of no value when it comes to that.
That's true.
So, if the bullet didn't kill him, how did it get there? Perhaps it was shot from a great distance so the impact wasn't sufficient to be fatal.
Booth talked to the owner of the truck Jesse Wilson.
Wilson I.
D.
'd the victim as George Lyford.
We'll get Lyford's medical records and confirm.
Wilson claims the victim had been fighting with his wife about money.
One week ago, the wife took out an insurance policy on George's life.
Oh, my God.
The wife totally torched him.
I was just trying to go with my gut.
It's an F.
B.
I.
thing.
That's Kathy Lyford, the victim's wife.
She has detention duty for another hour or so.
I was once placed in detention for calling my science teacher a fool.
- You can't do that, Bones.
- Booth, he was trying to teach quantum mechanics without even a rudimentary understanding of Planck's constant.
What would you have called him? You have every right.
I didn't know the details.
I'm sorry.
F.
B.
I.
I need to talk to you for one second.
Oh! Do you see that kid right there in the red hat? I saw him at the chopper shop.
When I talk to Kathy out here, you go in there and talk to him.
No.
Teenagers are dull-witted and very difficult to talk to.
Sorry, Bones, but you're all I got.
Okay.
I can't go in there and question him.
I'd need a parent or an advocate.
But you're not law enforcement, so you can ask him anything that you want.
- Can I help you guys? - Yeah, F.
B.
I.
We just have to ask you a few questions if you don't mind.
Of course.
Okay.
- You the sub? - No.
I'm a forensic anthropologist.
And, for the record, I'm totally against detention as a form of juvenile punishment.
Yeah.
If I wanna smoke, it's none of Big Brother's business.
Oh, your big brother attends this school? I'm talking about the teachers.
We have rights.
I take American History, so I know.
They try to control everything we do.
You know, like we're still kids or something.
You are certainly not kids.
You've probably been menstruating for several years.
In many primitive cultures, you'd be responsible for children of your own by now.
Hmm.
You're cool.
- Uh, I am? - Yeah.
Maybe you can help get me out of here.
I don't know why I'm here in the first place.
- You cheated on the chem test.
- I'm from a broken home.
That's gotta count for something.
Well, what about you, sir? Why are you here? - Randy doesn't talk much.
- The dude downloaded porn on the library computer.
You're a little horn dog, aren't you? You know, I have a better way to make you unzip your pants.
Damn it, Amber! As adolescents, your decision-making process is compromised by hormonal changes.
You can hardly be held accountable for your behavior.
You work repairing motorcycles, don't you? Told you he didn't like to talk.
- Are you sure it's George? - Yeah, I'm sure.
All right.
Okay.
I gotta go.
I I should call his parents.
Kathy, uh, last week you took out a real expensive life insurance policy on your husband.
So? I think you know what I'm suggesting here.
Wait.
That That That policy was George's idea.
Okay, we've been trying to have a baby and, if something happened to him, he wanted to make sure that we were okay.
Your husband didn't come home last night.
You don't find that odd? I was on a field trip with my students in Mount Vernon.
I-I-I wasn't even gonna see him until tonight.
I see.
I had no reason to believe he was missing.
Okay, I love my husband.
I will I will do anything to help your investigation.
Good.
I'd like you to come along with me for further questioning.
Fine.
I extracted the bullet from the victim's sternum.
- I assumed he was shot.
- Logical assumption.
But there are no striations on it.
Which means it wasn't fired from a gun.
So how would it have wound up embedded in his chest? Are you suggesting I conduct an experiment? My idea.
So you have to let me help, right? Your Highness? Hey.
I hope the frame's okay.
Look at that.
That's great.
You two look so much alike.
And the world is better for it.
Hannah, I want you to meet him.
- You sure? - You don't wanna meet him? Of course.
- But - What? When I told you I wasn't very good with kids, that's true.
I don't want to mess anything up between you and your son.
Look, I love you, all right? He's gonna love you too.
And don't think of him as a kid.
Just think of him as a short guy who who's not allowed to drink.
- What if he hates me? - Mmm, that's impossible.
Look, I already told that Booth guy that George and I were in debt.
Why do I have to keep going through this? Well, the F.
B.
I.
feels that I could provide a different perspective.
You're a shrink.
You guys make things up.
I-I I don't have to say anything, you know.
I know, but cooperating would certainly help your situation.
So, you and your husband y-you fought over money? Like any couple, sure.
These are, uh, credit card statements from the past year.
I see you liked buying things off infomercials.
Well, you can get good deals on TV because they buy in bulk.
Gotcha.
You also like online auctions.
Oh.
I see you bought Star Wars trading cards.
Yeah.
Growing up, me and my brothers were all fans of the Force.
I understand.
I'm a Star Warrior myself.
"Don't you call me a mindless philosopher, you overweight glob of grease.
" - Excuse me? - C-3PO.
Sounded just like him.
From Star Wars? It's, like, the most quoted line in the movie.
Yeah.
Of course.
Can you explain to me why you spent $500 on a Jedi Knight trading card with a red border when its value is less than a dollar? I don't know.
I guess I made a mistake.
What about the, uh, Clone Wars card you bought last month? Again, you spent $500, but you could probably find it right now online for 50 cents.
Look, when I get stressed, I shop.
You don't have to make it into a big deal.
I'm not making this into anything it's not.
I assure you.
Okay.
So, Hannah's gonna meet Parker tomorrow.
- You don't sound happy about that.
- No, I am.
It's gonna be great.
It's gonna be really good.
I just I'm a little worried.
Yeah.
Because your loyalty lies with Parker.
And if he doesn't accept Hannah, you may lose the woman you love.
- It's not that simple, Bones.
- I suppose not.
You could send him off to boarding school.
That's what the English have done for many generations.
- I'm not sending him to boarding school.
- Then I wouldn't worry.
- No? - It won't do you any good.
If your relationship falls apart, worrying won't salvage it.
- Oh, thanks, Bones.
- Of course.
Kathy Lyford spent thousands of dollars buying Star Wars trading cards online.
So? I had an aunt who spent every last dime on old-fashioned cookie jars.
What's this have to do with our case? There are hundreds of online merchants that sell Star Wars trading cards.
Kathy bought all of her cards from the same person at grossly inflated prices.
So you're thinking that she was somehow laundering money through that online merchant? So she was paying inflated prices for relatively worthless merchandise.
Yeah, that's exactly what I'm thinking.
Kathy bought all of her cards from a seller named, uh, Vader649.
I'll tell you what.
I'll get a subpoena for the identity of this Vader649.
Good work, Sweets.
Yeah, it was, wasn't it? Job well done.
Well, you know.
Nine-millimeter bullet is on the magnesium.
Now we could see if the fire would be enough to set it off.
Proving that he was shot by ammunition that was stored in the car.
Yeah, which would explain the lack of striations.
A simple yet elegant thesis.
Now, the mist simulates a light rain.
Because water is needed to ignite the magnesium.
And although the magnesium can be ignited by heat from the rising sun I'll use these burners to save us some time.
Here.
Given the fluorescence spectrometry of magnesium, you're gonna need those.
All right.
Any second now.
Let's crank these suckers up.
Ow! Oh! Oh, are you okay? - You shot me! - Well, technically, no.
The bullet is in the backstop.
You were struck by the bullet casing because we failed to account for Newton's third law of motion.
For every action, there's An equal and opposite reaction.
I know.
Now can you please go get me a first aid kit? Oh, yes! Of course.
Dr.
Hodgins, our experiment was a success, wasn't it? Ow! Go! Paul, we know that you're Vader649.
So? Is there a law against using that screen name? I'm actually more interested in the fact that you were suspended for fighting, bullying.
As his advocate, I have to object, Dr.
Sweets.
Okay.
I assure you that I am as concerned with Paul's welfare as you are.
If he's in trouble, he needs help.
I didn't do anything wrong.
You've been selling Star Wars cards to your teacher, haven't you? Yeah.
Capitalism is king, right? Well, she's been paying you a lot more than they were worth.
A lot more.
Over $3,000 on worthless cards.
Miss Lyford was paying you for something else, wasn't she? - Don't answer that.
- If he can offer an explanation, it could help him.
'Cause right now, the F.
B.
I.
thinks that Miss Lyford paid you to kill her husband.
Paul, not another word.
You were paying Paul Linoto $500 a month for worthless trading cards.
I don't want to make this more than it is but it looks pretty bad without any help from me.
Okay, look.
I admit that I was paying him for something.
I couldn't afford the cash, and it was a way to charge it.
The F.
B.
I.
thinks that you were charging $500 a month on your credit card as payment for Paul to murder your husband so you could get a nice payout from his life insurance policy.
God, no.
I wouldn't do that.
No.
No? Okay.
Why were you paying him? I was having an affair.
Okay? Paul caught us together, and he was blackmailing me.
He said I had to pay him $500 a month, or he was gonna tell my husband.
It's amazing how complicated deceitful relationships can get, isn't it? I'll need to know who you were sleeping with.
Is that really necessary? I mean, it's just gonna hurt more people.
If you didn't murder your husband, yeah, it's very necessary.
He's one of my students.
His name is Randy Siminoff.
George got him a job working at Jesse's chopper shop.
He's a student.
How old is he? Seventeen.
Look, I know it was stupid.
Are you gonna file charges against me? That's up to the D.
A.
I loved my husband, Dr.
Sweets.
Me and Randy it just sort of happened.
But I am a good teacher.
No.
No, actually you're not.
- Does Randy love you? - I don't know.
I don't He's young, Mrs.
Lyford.
Too young to deal with the situation you put him in.
You know, it's possible he thought if he killed your husband you two could be together more permanently.
God.
I Yeah.
You're really not a good teacher at all.
Yeah? Hi, Lance.
I thought you were my 3:00.
I have a patient coming.
I'll be quick.
I'm having my psych evaluation later.
I know.
I normally do them, but I recused myself.
- Because we still have feelings? - Yes.
- That's nice.
- I know.
The feelings, not the recusing.
It's only ethical for me to recuse myself.
No.
It's hurtful too.
What are you driving at, Miss Daisy? - What's on the test, Lance? - No, I can't tell you that.
But you know I'm brilliant at my job.
And you know that people have a tendency to misjudge me.
- Yeah.
- Because they don't know me like you do.
And it wouldn't be fair for me to lose my security clearance because of that.
Lancelot doesn't want Miss Daisy to lose the job she loves, does he? No.
Of course not.
But, you know, it wouldn't be ethical for me to help you.
- Okay.
- Okay? I'll probably find another job.
Oh.
Somewhere.
- Probably.
- No.
Okay, we can discuss the test, but I'm not gonna give you the answers.
Oh, Lancelot! Oh, so thank you.
Okay.
That'll be it for today.
I, uh I will schedule our next appointment soon.
Yes, Doctor.
Thank you, Doctor.
You're welcome, patient.
So, Agent Coors, I hope, uh the books I gave you on multiple personality disorder helped.
Okay.
So after I scanned in all the bones, I remembered Girolamo Cardano.
The 16th-century Italian mathematician and anatomist? Yeah.
That's the guy.
He developed a series of mathematical equations to describe the skeletal system.
So programming the equations into the computer I was able to reconstruct the skeletal system the same way a forensic architect could reconstruct a collapsed building.
- You straightened out the bones? - I sure did.
Check this out.
Amazing.
Now, there are marks on the victim's ilium.
I don't believe an injury at that location would be fatal.
But a nicked mandible could be.
Especially if the carotid was transected.
- The victim would've bled out.
- And we'd have cause of death.
Based on the wound track, which narrows to a point, we're looking at a knife.
- So he was stabbed? - Daisy will need to find the actual warped bone so she can swab the wound for trace from the murder weapon.
No problem.
That's the one.
Wait.
Oh Okay.
So, uh Hey, Hannah here was in a real live camel race.
- Why don't you tell him all about it.
- I almost won.
But the camel stopped right before the finish line.
He decided to take a nap, right there, on the race track.
- That's funny, isn't it? - Can I go shoot some baskets? No, you can't shoot some baskets right now.
Listen, hey.
Tell her about, uh, your science fair at school.
He came in second.
- Do I have to? - Yeah.
Tell her about the volcano you made.
- It was so cool! We-We built - Seeley, can I talk to you for a sec? Yeah.
This isn't working.
- Just give him a minute.
He just needs time to warm up.
- Give me a few minutes alone.
I'm taking your advice.
He's just a short guy who can't drink.
- Look, I didn't want this to be - I'm a journalist.
I've cracked tougher nuts than Parker.
- Right.
- Okay.
Tell you what.
I gotta go get my phone in the car, okay? Stay here with Hannah.
You don't know who I am, so you don't trust me.
Maybe you hate me a little.
Or even a lot.
I might be trying to steal your dad.
Wouldn't it be better if you knew for sure what was going on so you have a real reason to hate me? So, here I am.
Just ask me anything you want, anything at all.
- Were you really on a camel? - Yes.
- Do you sleep with my dad? - Yes.
- If you got married, what would I have to call you? - Hannah.
That's my name.
- Would you have kids? - No.
There are children already in this world who need good homes.
If I decided to have a child, I'd adopt one of those kids.
- That's a good answer.
- I thought so too.
- Do you like dogs or cats? - Dogs.
- Burgers or hot dogs? - Both.
- What's your favorite ice cream? - Chocolate.
I like strawberry.
Do you have any questions for me? - What's your middle name? - Matthew.
- Would you ever want to ride a camel? - Sure.
I'm a kid.
- What's your favorite TV show? - Wizards of Waverly Place.
When the dad married the mom, he had to give up his magical powers.
I would never give up my magical powers for a girl.
I don't blame you.
Why didn't you win first place in your science fair? Because Ben Bradley cheated.
And his dad did his entire project for him.
He used a potato to turn on a lightbulb.
- Creep.
- Totally.
Can I see that? How do I do that spinning thing? - Oh.
- Wait.
No.
- How's that? - You have to spin it faster.
I-I didn't get Randy Siminoff to talk before.
But now that I know that he has a preference for more mature teacher types, perhaps I can charm him.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
No, and no.
Y-You don't think that I would appeal to him? - What? No.
Of course you would.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
- Because I'm cool, you know.
The delinquents told me that.
A-And Parker said I was, too, when I did the cannonball into the pool.
- Do you remember that? - Yes, I do.
I do.
You drenched my meatball sandwich.
How can I forget? How did it go with Hannah and Parker, by the way? Did they meet? Yeah.
Yeah.
It It was good.
I mean, I'm tellin' you, she really is amazing with him.
Why wouldn't she be? Everyone loves her.
Right? Yeah.
I think it's gonna work out.
I'm glad.
- Th-The three of you can come over and swim anytime you like.
-Okay.
I-I know how much Parker loves the pool.
Great, thanks.
So, how are we gonna get Randy to talk? Ah.
We might not have to yet.
Since there's no right to privacy on campus we have the authority to look in his locker.
Maybe there's a journal or some kind of note from Kathy.
Well, there's this.
Hey! Uh-huh.
Hey.
All right, Bones, let's call the child advocate.
She's got a new client.
Okay.
The way it works is that in these psychological tests - there are a number of crucial questions.
- Crucial, yes.
The rest hardly matter.
Now the computer looks at the questions to see if any of the answers set off alarm bells.
Your abilities are so wide-ranging with your insights and applicable real-world know-how.
Now I'm not gonna give you any of the answers.
We don't wanna cheat.
- No.
- Just forewarned is forearmed.
- Absolutely.
- Okay.
For example, if one of the questions were to be, "What is your favorite color?" Oh, anything in the 630 to 740 nanometer range.
- Which would be? - Red.
Red is bad.
What's good? Cheating, Daisy.
Um, something in the 520 to 570 nanometer range? - That's green.
- Green.
Okay, good.
Green is good.
All right, next question.
What is your favorite number? Either of Feigenbaum's constants.
Try to think of an actual recognizable number between one and 10.
No, in that case the question should be, "What's your favorite numeral?" Two.
Say "two.
" - We're cheating now? - Yeah.
"Are you in a committed monogamous relationship?" - Yes.
- Good.
That wasn't on the test, was it? You just want to know if I'm faithful.
No.
It was on the test.
But I'm glad.
- You know why your name is Sweets? - Why? Because you're so sweet.
Aw.
- Are Are you trying to cheat? - It was a glance.
That's all! I But next question.
Hold on.
Sorry.
Agent Booth needs me.
Sure.
I'll wait here and look over the questions.
No.
You don't need to.
You'll be fine.
- But - Trust me, Miss Daisy.
You'll be fine.
Yeah, I was having sex with Mrs.
Lyford, but it was it was no big deal.
While your peers might think that having sex with an adult is a kind of a victory it's still abusive, and the psychological damage can be significant.
Dr.
Sweets, where is this going? As his child advocate, I think you would know, Ms.
Hanover.
Studies show that as the relationship fails the student often feels powerless and angry.
Look, Agent Booth found a knife in your locker.
George Lyford was killed with a knife.
I brought it to school to pry open a dude's locker and shove in a dead trout.
It was a prank.
He started it when he put pepper spray in my gym shorts.
Okay.
Okay, let's get back to you and your teacher.
Now, you claim it was just sex.
- You had no deeper feelings for her? - That's right.
But we have your cell phone records, Randy.
You and Mrs.
Lyford talked an average of two hours a day for the past three months.
That doesn't sound like just sex.
Okay.
So I love her.
I mean, why is that so crazy? She loves me too.
I could feel it.
But I didn't kill anyone.
I I didn't have to.
She would've left him.
Randy, stop talking.
I understand that you're here to protect him.
But we need to know where Randy was two nights ago when George Lyford was killed.
Home.
Like every night.
All right.
Was anyone home with you? I live with my aunt.
But she works nights.
She loves me.
Okay, I I know that.
She would've left him.
I got the swab results back.
S.
E.
M.
analysis says the murder weapon was a knife made of carbon steel.
Which means it was forged prior to 1964.
But also it means that the knife you found in Randy's locker was not the murder weapon.
The knife that stabbed our victim was laminated in silver.
Why would you laminate a blade in silver? It's a soft metal.
That's right.
No one uses silver to laminate a blade unless it's the Damascus blade.
You said that with a great dramatic flourish.
Please continue.
Hitler had 30 Damascus blades hand forged as presents for his top commanders.
Now those knives were coveted by American G.
I.
's.
Some of them were taken as souvenirs by soldiers in Patton's Third Army.
The owner of the chopper shop had a grandfather - who served in Patton's Third Army.
- Third Army.
Yeah, I know.
The murder weapon must've belonged to Jesse Wilson.
What's this about? I told you about George.
I helped.
And I appreciate that.
Now maybe you can explain, uh why George Lyford was killed with your knife.
Whoa.
Slow down.
You said George was shot.
He was stabbed to death? Stabbed.
That's right.
Patton's Third Army.
Grandfather brought back a knife from Nazi Germany, didn't he? Yeah.
It was awesome.
But it was stolen from my shop.
That's pretty valuable to just, uh, leave lying around here, huh? Valuable? I didn't know.
I left it with the other stuff the helmets, medals, badges.
It's all gone now.
The Nazi stuff, a bunch of my tools and some chopper parts were all jacked from my shop.
- When was that, yesterday? - No.
Six months ago.
I filed a police report.
I always suspected Randy's girlfriend - but I didn't have any proof.
- Randy had a girlfriend? On again, off again.
She's trouble.
After the stuff was jacked, she didn't come around so much.
Hmm.
You don't know Hey What you do to me What you do to me Now all I see Yeah Is new to me New to me Yeah Just 'cause dollar bars And Barrett Strong Said you had Done me wrong But we'll see We'll see Yeah What you do to me What you do to me Yeah I've been approved.
I passed my psychological evaluation.
An absurd and useless requirement.
I agree.
But when seen through Lance's eyes psychology can be fascinating.
When asked what my favorite color was I responded, "Something in the 520 to 570 nanometer range.
" They were baffled.
Fools.
I agree.
But I'm glad I made the cut.
I can be working here forever now.
Then be useful.
I'm examining the right ilium which, due to demineralization is now located where we'd normally find the ischial tuberosity.
Why are you examining the ilium? Angela identified some faint impressions on the bone.
They appear to be a sequence of dash marks.
Upon further investigation I realized there is a second sequence that converges with the first.
- You think those marks are probative? - Not sure.
To the naked eye, these marks appear to be random.
But if I extrapolate like so What could possibly form this shape on the ilium? - May I? I'm authorized to work on my own now.
- Of course.
Dr, Brennan, it's a zipper! An open zipper.
And the teeth are bent.
It's been ripped open.
I I saw someone do this just yesterday.
Very good work, Ms.
Wick.
Well, that's what happens when you have the faith of the F.
B.
I.
behind you.
Hi.
I asked if I could deliver your I.
D.
card myself.
Oh.
Congratulations.
I'll clean that up.
Oh! - Put it on.
- Okay.
What are we doing out here, Agent Booth? Amber said she would do anything in order to cooperate with the investigation.
So we thought we'd bring her here to the crime scene so she could explain some things.
- Explain what? - We know it was you, Amber.
- We know you killed George Lyford.
- That's crazy.
We also know that you pawned some stolen tools from Jesse's chopper shop.
You know, pawn shops they keep records too.
Jesse cut Randy's pay, so I figured out a way to make up the difference.
Because he was your boyfriend? - So? - You know.
You didn't pawn everything though, because we found this in your bedroom.
- That's the murder weapon, Amber.
- He tried to rape me.
That's why George drove me out here.
You had the knife on you because you thought George would be angry enough to kill his wife.
That way, you could have Randy back.
But George wouldn't help you.
You thought you could get revenge on Mrs.
Lyford by having sex with her husband.
His zipper was ripped open the same way you ripped Randy's zipper in detention.
George didn't want to have sex with you.
Randy dumped you.
George pushed you away.
So you just went bonkers and stabbed him with the knife.
Even if you can prove it I'll be out in a year, tops.
I'm just a kid from a broken home.
So what's going to happen with the teacher? D.
A.
's gonna press charges.
She'll do time.
- Really? - Yeah.
And don't start telling me how natural it is what she did because the women in the Ramalamadingdong tribe like to sleep with teenage boys.
I wasn't.
I I think it's just that the teacher pay for her actions no matter what other societies may accept.
Although I have no knowledge of the Ramalamadingdong tribe.
Chief Shoobop-Shoobop invented rock and roll.
Oh.
A joke.
Very funny.
Perhaps your chief knows Chief Polyphony of the Gavotte tribe.
He invented baroque music that always starts on the third beat of the bar.
There they are.
Come on, kid.
Dad, we went to the zoo.
They had camel rides.
I was sure he'd ridden one before.
He could be a jockey.
The zoo, huh? What happened to just goin' to get ice cream? Yeah, yeah.
At the zoo.
- We saw a lion pee for, like, 10 minutes.
- Wow.
That would be physically impossible.
An adult lion's bladder, when full can hold approximately The bladder would completely empty in 37.
5 seconds.
She says weird stuff like that all the time.
She's cool.
Yes.
We're friends actually.
She knows everything.
Watch this.
- What animal farts the most? - Hey, hey, hey, hey.
The termite.
Because of their diet and digestive process they produce as much methane gas as human industry.
But you can't hear them.
- Isn't she cool? - Very.
We can go to her house and go swim.
She can do a cannonball.
- Oh.
- Hannah can come, can't she? Sure.
Hey, kid.
Hey, a little chocolate ice cream on the chin there, kid? Yeah.
It's my new favorite flavor.
Wow.
You're amazing.
Thank you.
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