Bones s09e13 Episode Script

So, last year the First Lady handpicked this location to kick off her Urban Green Thumb program.
And now she's handpicked you to investigate a death on the property.
No, no, no.
She handpicked the FBI and then they picked me.
So the First Lady secondhand handpicked you.
Yeah, I guess so.
And I'll tell you what, I will take that.
Looks like animals unearthed the remains.
Oh, is that vomit? Yep.
I'll run a sample through the LC-MS back at the lab, but Okay, I'm gonna upwind.
You guys can have fun picking through the vomit.
This looks to be the pelvis and the femur bone of a common ground squirrel.
Which means we're most likely dealing with coyote vomit.
Or a whole pack of them, judging from the amount.
First instar larvae of the aptly named Calliphora vomitoria mean these pieces of person have been here about two days.
There appears to be severe trauma to the rib cage.
No teeth marks, so this isn't from the coyotes.
I wonder what made them so sick.
Maybe drugs - in the victim's system? - Probably the wheat.
Rained a couple of days ago, and when the grain gets wet, it releases a toxin known as vomitoxin.
Which, as the name implies-- We get it, Dr.
Hodgins.
Yeah.
Based on the slightly receding zygomatic, the victim is Caucasian.
I can't tell much more until we get the remains back to the lab.
Nobody saw anything.
There was no security tapes, no one reported anything-- ah, I don't think this is what the First Lady had in mind, you know, when she wanted everyone to garden.
Maybe someone just didn't want to spring for a funeral.
Wow.
Okay.
Put these little things down, continue to look through your vomit.
Bones, don't bring those into the vehicle-- whoa! Can you just hold this for me? No, no, no, no, no, no.
You don't want it? No, no, no, no.
I don't want that.
Hey, Angela, They should be back with the remains any minute.
Wendell, what happened to you? Oh, a hockey game.
I got checked.
What is it with men that they're willing to die for a ball? It's a puck.
Yeah, I mean, it's still round.
You wear your injury well, though.
Ah, so you like a rugged, damaged man.
Well, yeah.
I know I shouldn't, but I do.
Does Brennan know about your arm? I'm fine.
'Cause if she didn't think you were up to speed, then you could I'm fine.
And rugged, remember? Hey, can I sign your cast? Yeah.
I can sell it for a lot when you're famous.
There's blunt force trauma to the rib cage.
The tibias and fibulas are fractured.
The grave was shallow and short.
The assailant might've broken the legs so the victim would fit.
Probably in a hurry.
Yeah, or not strong enough to dig a grave big enough.
Between the vomit and the body, we have most of the tissue.
So the coyotes vomited the guy back onto himself.
We don't know that the victim was male yet, Mr.
Bray.
Are you sure you're up to this? Aw, it's just a little boo-boo, right? Absolutely.
Hey, Angie, nice mermaid.
Uh, the rim around the auricular surface indicates an age of late 20s, early 30s.
And the heart-shaped pelvic inlet suggests gender so I don't think we need bones to let us know that the victim was a male.
We have no other way, Dr.
Saroyan.
I think we do.
That mangled piece of meat is his? Yeah.
Breaking my arm seems like nothing now.
Yeah.
Geez! Whoa! The rib cage is completely crushed.
The lungs have been reduced to a kind of organ pudding.
I don't believe this.
No, it's true.
I recovered a portion of them as I was scooping vomit out of the victim's eye socket.
Bones, do you remember that conversation we had about people trying to eat? Yes.
Of course.
Yes.
Well, I'm a little disappointed because what will be our lunch conversation? I got it.
You like bones; you love broken bones, right? Okay, so check out this video I shot of me and Wendell playing hockey.
Right there.
Boom! Can I see that again? Yeah, sure, take it.
Look, huh? That's the exact moment where Wendell broke his arm.
That's not right.
No, his was a compound fracture.
It's a hockey play.
It happens all the time.
It's a fair hit.
Can you send that video to me? Yeah, sure.
That's a good piece I shot, right? It's very cinematic.
Yeah.
This is better conversation.
I ran the victim's DNA through CODIS and came up empty.
How are things on your end? Nothing in Missing Persons so I'm running my facial reconstruction through the national DMV database.
Ah, and apparently, he did not drive.
Hey, so I found this bloody napkin in the victim's pants.
There's a logo printed on the napkin beneath all the blood.
Angie, I thought you might have a way to separate the logo from the blood.
Yeah, I-I do, actually.
I'll snap a photo using an 87 filter, and that should black out any visible light.
The blood on the napkin should radiate at one wavelength while the logo should radiate at another.
Wow.
Track it to the restaurant he ate at before he died.
- Very smart.
- Okay.
A little infrared.
Lebemi's Bar.
I know that place.
Yeah, it's in Langley Park.
Same neighborhood where the body was found.
Yeah.
Yeah, this could be Colin.
Colin who? Colin Haynes.
He a singer? Cowboy stuff.
Real authentic type.
Colin in trouble? Oh, Colin's past trouble-- he's dead.
Oh, man.
What happened? Colin have a band? Or a manager? Anything like that? No, it was j-just him and his guitar.
I'm pretty sure he manages himself, too.
Did he ever have any problems with anybody in the audience? Any enemies? No.
No.
Uh mostly played to his regulars.
Uh, music nuts.
Uh, they loved him.
All 20 of 'em.
Did he make a living at it? Colin? No, no.
He was always broke.
He supported his music habit by mowing lawns or working construction.
Lived in the Tea Tree Apartments over on Naylor.
Any family? Just his audience, far as I know.
Man, that's just sad.
The guy never once in his life caught a break.
A musician, huh? Booth says he wrote country songs.
Colin Haynes.
Never heard of him.
The right fibula is riddled with cloacae.
Osteomyelitis.
Based on the amount of sequestra on the bone, he suffered from this infection for quite some time.
"Suffered" is right.
He must have been in a lot of pain.
How does your arm feel? Eh, it itches.
Have you broken bones before? No.
I must be getting old.
Frankly, I didn't think I hit the ice that hard.
Neither did I.
Oh, Booth showed you the video he took? Isn't it awesome? No.
Did your doctor say anything about it while he or she was setting the bone? Yeah.
He said, "You might feel a little bit of pressure.
" Apparently, pressure feels like a knife in the arm.
Why didn't this guy get treatment for his osteomyelitis? I don't think he made much money.
Even when he drank too much, which he did, Colin was polite.
"Courtly".
I get Word of the Day on my phone.
Was he trustworthy? He paid his rent on time, if that's what you mean.
How long did he live here? I don't know exactly.
Around ten years.
I've only been the super for just over a year.
Did you hear or see anything suspicious around Colin's apartment Saturday night? Nah, Colin was a pretty quiet guy, except for his music.
Kept to himself.
Pull the door tight behind you when you leave.
Looks like this guy was having a hard time.
Mm-hmm.
Old guitar is the nicest thing he owns.
Yeah.
Lot of old stuff in here.
Hmm.
Check this out, huh? Johnny Cash.
Waylon Jennings.
Billy Joe Shaver.
Never heard of that last one.
It's old-school.
Hard-core country.
How do you know? What do you mean how do I know? I was in the Army.
Okay? I have I have a grandfather.
I was basically raised in the Grand Ole Opry.
"She shouldn't do the things she does, "She deserves better than dirty glasses and soggy bills, She deserves better.
" Hmm.
Look at this.
A check torn up for $1,000.
I couldn't see him throwing out ten bucks.
"BoarHog Record and Publishing.
" Got an address and everything.
Thank you very much.
These are Mr.
Bray's X-rays? When did he give you the authorization to look at them? He didn't.
This is unethical, Dr.
Brennan.
Mr.
Bray is my charge.
I have a responsibility to make sure that he gets the best care.
That is his decision to make.
His machismo caused him to get injured and will certainly prevent him from asking for help.
He thinks he just broke his arm.
Which is what the X-rays show.
To someone not as brilliant as myself, which is why I can't fault the emergency room doctor.
Or you.
Me? Yes.
The impact Mr.
Bray sustained playing hockey shouldn't have caused a compound fracture to his radius.
Look.
You see the microscopic spots just above the fracture? Those are permeative lytic lesions.
Oh, my God.
And that? Lamellated periosteal reactions to the lesions.
Mr.
Bray has Ewing's sarcoma.
It's very rare.
Bone cancer.
Bone cancer.
Colin had talent.
I thought he was gonna be big-- this generation's Merle Haggard or Blake Shelton.
So his music was good? Yeah, but no one bought it.
Only sold 203 units, which, you know, is a shame 'cause the kid deserved better.
So you dropped him.
Tough business.
Hey, look, I almost went broke promoting the kid.
But sometimes talent isn't enough.
I mean, nowadays you've got to stick your tongue out or point a foam finger at your hoo-ha to get someone to even notice.
Is that why BoarHog's been struggling? Brutal, baby, being an independent label now.
But I make do.
And I got a good ear.
I will turn it around.
So, even struggling, you cut Colin a check for $1,000.
Yeah.
Like I said, I liked him.
You know, and he had that bum leg and all, so I checked in on him now and then.
If all that's true, why did Colin tear up your check? He tore up the check? Wow.
I guess the poor kid was more troubled than I thought.
All right, you know, I've been reading about you and your label, Harriet.
Not too many of your artists spoke kindly about you.
Please.
People get bitter if they don't become stars.
You know, when I started, it was about the music.
Just the music.
You're saying you've been misunderstood.
Yeah, but I got a thick skin.
So, boys, anything else? I got to go hear a 17-year-old kid play.
He's gonna be the next Bruno Mars.
I will be back.
You'll see.
Great.
Okay.
You know what? I'm sure we'll talk again.
Well, I hope so.
You are cute, baby.
Oh.
Okay, I've input the CD from Colin's place and the one from BoarHog Records.
So now what? Now I need you to help create a psych profile of Colin through his music.
If we can examine the issues and emotions in his songs, we can get an indication of the kinds of situations he got himself involved in.
Well, lyrics can help, but melody can often convey more emotion than words can.
I can analyze tempo and rhythm and beat.
Great.
Okay, this is the CD that Harriet's label released.
I won't forget the day I found My first place on the edge of town A few milk crates, a beat-up couch and an old TV A little run-down A little bit small The tracks have titles like "Tomorrowland," "When the Sun Rises"-- clearly, Colin was focused on the future.
Yeah, I mean, he just got signed.
He really was good.
Yeah.
I mean, I usually hate country, but this is pretty great.
Three best friends and a radio That was all we'd need We put a thousand miles on an old red jeep Just to watch the sun rise On the beach Okay, now I have sampled portions of all the tracks.
contain a fast tempo, and 87% held a smooth, consistent rhythm.
Well, both are associated with happiness and optimism.
Okay, now, this is the second CD.
that set of keys was a pair of wings Daddy, pretty please, can I take a ride tonight? I swear I won't get her over 55 With "Back in Black" Racing through my veins, last thing I thought It's more struggle.
It's less optimistic.
gonna get me killed I'm pretty sure my old man will And seeing his face when the wrecker Hauled my freedom away That's how I learned to pray He's playing around in minor chords.
D minor in 40% of the songs.
Mmm.
My dad always said that was the saddest key of them all.
Well, yeah, he was conflicted.
He was struggling to salvage his career.
And it looks like from the titles, there's no love songs.
Don't you think that's kind of weird for a guy that's in his 20s? Yeah.
And the lyrics are lamenting his past-- there's nothing about his future.
And then there's this.
All right, so these are lyrics that we found on the typewriter.
They're very personal, and they're more hopeful.
Looks like a love song.
You didn't find a recording over there? Maybe he didn't make one.
Mmm.
Hey, look at the paper, Sweets.
Uh Hmm.
Yeah, there are strike marks and pencil marks from another piece of paper.
Other lyrics maybe? He must have been writing a bunch of new songs.
You should go back and look through his place again.
Hemorrhagic staining confirms the trauma to the rib cage as the cause of death.
Very good, Mr.
Bray.
It was actually pretty obvious now that the bones are clean.
Which you also did well.
Thanks? Do you feel any swelling around your fracture? I'm fine.
Or heat? Really, I'm fine.
You really have become a good mom.
Here you go.
Bone bits.
Probably what your arm looks like now.
His fracture looks nothing like that, Dr.
Hodgins.
No, yeah, I know.
I was just making a little joke, Dr.
B.
A joke implies humor, which was missing from your comment.
It's okay, Dr.
Brennan.
It's just a busted arm.
If there's nothing else, Dr.
Hodgins.
No.
No.
I'd better get back to work.
There appear to be jagged fracture lines on the anterior surface of the third sternal rib, as well as the fourth and the fifth.
The anterior aspect? That suggests the ribs were broken outward.
The killer used some kind of tool to get under the ribs and pull something out of the chest cavity.
Are you suggesting the killer tore open the ribs in order to remove the victim's heart? Please see if you can confirm this.
I have to go meet Booth.
Ewing's sarcoma.
It's a form of bone cancer.
Cancer? It's a very rare strain.
I usually can maintain some kind of professional reserve, a distance, but I was so awkward with him.
Because you care.
This is horrible.
And you're sure, right? Of course.
Wow.
He's gonna be fine, right? Ewing's sarcoma has a very high mortality rate.
Without aggressive treatment, it could spread to the rest of his body in months.
I have to tell him, Booth.
He needs to see a specialist.
Yeah, yeah.
For sure.
I Oh, my God What should I say to him? Just be honest.
Just tell him.
I mean, he's strong.
He can take it.
You can tell him what to do next.
Well, that's up to him.
No one else knows, right? For now, just us and Cam.
He's gonna beat this.
He's gonna be fine.
Thanks.
This shouldn't take long.
Take your time.
I like having guys in suits in my building.
Kind of classes the place up a bit.
Cassette tapes.
Who uses cassettes anymore? Oh, he used that crappy thing to record himself - at the bar.
- Oh.
What do you got? Here.
Great.
You taking that? Yeah.
Anything that helps out in the investigation.
You have a problem with that? No.
I have the songs running around in my head.
He'd play all the time.
These walls are thin.
You didn't like Colin? His stuff was pretty good, I guess, but only a loser uses a cassette player, right? Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Stay with her in case he's not alone.
FBI! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Shoot please! Don't want to live anymore! Shoot me! Let's go.
Do you want to tell me what you were doing in Colin Haynes' apartment? I just wanted a piece of him.
Okay, a piece of him-- this is getting creepier by the minute.
For the museum.
Nothing big.
A T-shirt, a hat.
What museum? The Colin Haynes Museum in Davao.
In the Philippines? Wait a second.
Why did Colin Haynes have a museum in the Philippines? Because he is a great genius.
How can you not know that? Nobody knows who he is.
He live in poverty.
You saw his place.
He had his reasons.
Colin Haynes is genius.
Look, how did you even hear about Colin Haynes in the Philippines? His music is everywhere.
He is played on the radio.
But until last week, nobody knew where to find him.
Most people thought he was long dead.
Well, he's short dead, as it turned out.
What happened a week ago? A video appeared online.
It is my mission to keep him alive.
You must believe.
Right, well, what I believe is we got you on breaking, entering and burglary, all right? And in exchange, you know what? You get a free bed and meals.
Welcome to America.
Come on.
This is Colin.
I won't forget the day I found My first place on the edge of town A few milk crates, a beat-up couch And an old TV What language is this Web site? Tagalog, which is why it didn't pop up in my earlier Internet search.
And what is that? That's that video that the fan saw last week that proved Colin was still alive.
Can I help you with something? You're Colin Haynes.
Yeah, I am.
Unless you're a creditor.
No, sir.
Just a big fan.
Wow, this is amazing.
A fan? Where-where'd you hear me play? Duke's? Lebemi's? The radio.
No.
I never got much radio play.
It's been all over Filipino radio for years.
My music's being played in the Philippines? Huh.
Seems like Colin had no idea how popular he was over there.
Whoever uploaded this video also geo-tagged it, giving away the exact location of where this interaction took place.
Which would explain how that other crazy fan knew where to find Colin.
Yeah, or anyone else who wanted to murder him.
Hey.
Whoa, Booth, you didn't tell me that Dr.
Brennan would be joining us-- that's a first.
Booth didn't want to worry you.
Uh-oh.
Is this about my arm? 'Cause I can work just as hard as ever.
It is about your arm.
Mr.
Bray Wendell, I I looked at your X-rays.
Perhaps I should show him.
I think you should just tell him and then he can decide whether or not he wants to look at them later, okay? Tell me what? I find I'm more emotional than I anticipated on the subject.
Listen, Bones looked at your X-rays.
Yeah, I-I got that part.
She thinks that you might have cancer in your bone.
I suspect Ewing's sarcoma.
Ewing's sarcoma? Of course, you'll need a more detailed diagnosis from an oncologist.
Bones got a a top guy for you to go see, all right? He's the best - in his field.
Mm-hmm.
Ewing's sarcoma-- that's one of the bad ones.
There's, uh less than a ten percent chance of long-term survival.
That's correct.
Okay, look, make the appointment to go see the expert, okay, Wendell? That's the first step.
Thank you.
You want to get some lunch? No, I'm good.
Thanks.
I just need a little, uh, time.
We understand.
I checked the manifest against his boarding pass, and Adrian's alibi holds up.
His flight from Manila didn't get to DC until Sunday morning.
And since Colin was killed Saturday night, it means Adrian isn't our guy, right? Back to square one.
Actually, no.
The woman in the video said that Colin's music was all over the radio in the Philippines.
Yeah? And didn't Adrian say that you could get his album over there? Yeah, but from the way he was living, he wasn't getting royalties.
Unless that check from BoarHog Records A thousand bucks for both publishing and performance? Harriet wasn't giving him nearly what he was due.
I can account for a lot of cardiac muscle-- not all of it, but So the killer never took the heart? No.
The coyotes did that after death.
What is going on here? Oh, it's the victim's shirt.
I'm trying to find the hole that was created by the murder weapon-- no luck yet.
But what I did find was traces of egg, rodent, squirrel, lemon juice and sugars, esters and ketones consistent with liquor.
Lemon juice, liquor and eggs.
Some kind of drink? See if you can find out the liquor and match the ingredients to a cocktail.
Yep.
So, you're familiar with ASCAP? Yeah.
Why? Right.
So, they track radio play and publishing, correct? That's right.
Well, ASCAP says that the publishing arm of BoarHog receive over $100,000 in foreign royalties for Colin's music.
I'd have to check with my accountants about that, but let's No, this this doesn't look right to me.
Like I said, Colin only sold a couple of hundred units.
Not counting the Philippines, right, Harriet? The Philippines? You know what, Harriet? You do the whole innocent thing really well.
You see, the bigger issue is, the songs that Colin wrote, they were registered under your name.
Well, that's not unheard of in the music business.
Of all the money that Colin made for you, you cut him a check for a thousand dollars.
No, that was charity.
I did that out of the goodness of my heart, to help fix his bad leg.
in 1994, you hired two bouncers to break the fingers of a musician who decided to, uh, switch labels.
The '90s were tough in the music business.
I did my time.
Hey, I am a grandma now.
Right.
I think you did the same thing to Colin Haynes when he came around looking for his money that you stole.
I'm, uh, seeing Dr.
Sidikaro this afternoon.
Thanks for making that happen.
If you'd like to leave now Actually, I don't really know what I'd like, so I may as well stay here until my appointment.
Uh, ribs two through five show fracturing consistent with the outward trauma.
But the heavy splintering of the bone on the posterior aspect indicates inward trauma.
Mm.
I assume you've done research on your condition.
Yes, uh, four cycles of alternating chemo every two weeks to start.
The combination of both inward and outward trauma suggests a fulcrum.
So one end of the murder weapon pushed the lower ribs into the body while the other end forced the upper ribs out.
Probably radiation as well.
I know.
It appears a shovel was dug into the rib cage, possibly while the grave was being dug.
The incision on the third rib is too narrow for a shovel.
It's more consistent with the blade of a knife.
The splintering suggests that the blade was being moved around in the bone.
Excellent observation, Mr.
Bray.
We were becoming a good team, weren't we? We are.
We are a good team, Mr.
Bray.
Actually, I, uh I will leave now so that I'm not late for my appointment.
The evidence Mr.
Bray discovered suggests that Colin was stabbed in the heart.
The blade became stuck in the third rib.
When the killer tried to pull it out, the blade must have broken off.
Oh, so the killer knocked Colin out with the shovel so he wouldn't struggle, and then used to dig into his rib cage and retrieve the blade.
I want you all to know that Mr.
Bray's work was invaluable.
See? A broken arm is nothing.
Wendell.
Hey.
Hey.
This a bad time? No.
No, no.
Come on in, come on in.
Hey.
Can I get you anything? I mean, not that I have anything.
I'll tell you what, we can go raid the kitchen for some stale donuts.
Nah, I'm fine, Booth.
I don't need anything.
Okay.
I just came from the doctor.
Well, not, uh, just.
I've been walking around for a while Right, I get it.
Then I headed back to work, and I thought, uh what am I doing? Well, what did the doctor say? Well, there's chemo.
You know, I knew that.
Then there's, uh, surgery to remove the radius, replace it with an artificial one, if they uh, don't have to amputate.
Then there's, uh, radiation, and another Even then there's no guarantees.
Well, look, there's never any guarantees, right? So so, when do you start? He wants me to start on Tuesday.
Right.
Tuesday.
Okay.
I'm wondering if it's worth it.
What? The mortality rate is still high.
I could I could just ride it out.
M-Maybe it's my time.
No, no, it's not your time, it's not even close to your time.
No, I saw my dad go through it.
Sick from the chemo until the end, and he missed out on living.
I'm okay with it.
I could just take off.
I've always wanted to see South America, the Galapagos, you know, the Adriatic.
I'd just kick back, drink, sleep with as many women as I can.
No, no, you're not gonna do that, okay? You're gonna get the treatment, you're gonna throw up, and you're gonna feel miserable, but none of that's gonna matter because you're gonna live to be a hundred.
You should be my doctor.
Come on, I'm serious.
You can fight this.
You have to fight this.
Why? Why? Because there's a life out there that you haven't even lived yet.
There's a woman waiting to be your wife.
Okay, a-and there's kids waiting to be born, waiting to find out how great of a dad you're gonna be.
Plus, you have your friends, okay? Your friends, they need you.
That's why.
Don't worry about that.
Get it.
You're working.
We'll talk later, man.
Just hold on.
Don't-don't move.
Booth.
Hey, Booth? Hey, listen, Sweets, can this wait? You-you work.
I'm going.
We'll talk later, man.
No, no, no.
Just hold You okay? Yeah.
What is it, Sweets? So, these are all the lyrics I've found.
Some were in the trash, some were hidden in a box in the closet.
Why? Lack of confidence, maybe? All he wrote before were anthems.
These are all love songs.
Okay, why would he be embarrassed about something like that? 'Cause I believe for the first time in his life, Colin was in love.
And he-he was nervous about declaring that.
The songs don't mention a name? Like "My Sharona" or something like that? No.
But Kara, the landlady, said that a lot of girls came through here-- one-night stands-- until a few months ago; then nobody.
So what you're is that being in love got him killed.
Wouldn't be the first time.
Hm.
Would you give up? No.
While I accept its limitations, I have great faith in medical science.
Wendell's just talking about taking off, traveling, sleeping around.
It sounds quite nice.
But I'd need my work.
That's what will live on when I'm gone.
And my family, of course.
It's not fair.
Wendell's a good kid.
I thought your belief in God gave you the sense that the universe had some kind of loving plan.
Well, God tests us to see what we're made of, so we can appreciate what we have.
Well, I can appreciate the universe without cancer.
I'm gonna have to call in another intern if he doesn't show up tomorrow.
Booth.
Yeah.
Waitress at a Peruvian restaurant said that she saw Colin Saturday night-- he was with a woman matching the description of his super.
Kara? Yeah.
Great.
Yeah, yeah.
Okay, got it.
So Kara threw a drink in his face and told him to drop dead.
The same drink Hodgins found on his clothes.
Kara said that she didn't see Colin the night that he died.
Well, if I was the killer, I would say the same thing.
This room looks like the place they bring people they think are guilty.
Right.
Why didn't you say that you were on a date with Colin Haynes on the night that he, uh, was murdered? I go on lots of dates.
You threw a drink in his face.
How often does that happen? It happens.
It does with you, 'cause you have a past.
Assault with a deadly weapon.
My ex-boyfriend attacked me with a baseball bat.
I tried to get away in my car, and ran over his foot.
Now you see why I don't talk to cops.
Did Colin Haynes attack you with a baseball bat? Look, unlike my ex, Colin seemed like a very sweet guy.
I lived next-door to him for a year before he built up the courage to ask me out.
Was this your first date? Yeah, which I thought was going really well, too, until a couple drinks in he starts bragging about how he's a big star.
So what, that made you mad because he told you he was a big star? The lie made me mad.
I-I got excited, because I finally found a decent guy and then he started trying to impress me, like every other guy who wants to get into my pants.
So you threw the Pisco Sour in his face.
I told him to stop.
But then he starts in on how he has two tickets to paradise, and he's headlining a festival and he wants me to go with him.
So I say, "Where's the tickets?" And he says, "The overnight delivery guy lost 'em.
" Come on.
I overreacted and I tossed the drink.
Then what happened? I told him to drop dead and that's the last time I saw him.
I swear.
Morning, Dr.
Brennan.
Good morning, Mr.
Bray.
Wh Why aren't you in your lab coat? I, uh, just came by to say that I'm going.
Going where? I don't know yet.
All I know is that I may not have a lot of time left, and I've got to spend it wisely.
Did you see the oncologist? Yes, yes.
You were right-- even with aggressive treatment, I-I don't like my odds.
I don't like your odds, either.
I don't like them one bit.
I should see the world while I can.
Booth disagrees.
I know.
The world is a wonderful place to see.
So I've heard.
Look, wh-what is that? What? Three parallel abrasions.
You should have seen that.
I am clearly too much of a distraction.
These appear to be inconsistent with the damage caused by both the shovel and the blade.
Excellent work yet again, Mr.
Bray.
Thanks.
You should call one of the other interns to help you.
The victim didn't lie about the plane tickets to the Philippines? According to the tracking system, an envelope from the Philippines was delivered to the super at his building the day before his murder.
Colin told Kara O'Malley that the tickets were lost.
That's why she poured the Pisco Sour all over him.
She is the superintendent of his building.
Oh, my God.
So she did kill him.
I don't think so.
I called up the overnight delivery guy, told him I work for the FBI-- white lie-- asked him to describe the person who signed for the tickets.
The bartender.
he answered her door in his boxers.
Yeah, me and Kara have a thing.
On again, off again, you know.
Yeah, I know.
So what? The shovel's clean, Booth.
'Cause it's brand-new, which means he knew it was the murder weapon.
This is all crap; you're fishing.
Fishing takes patience.
Okay, let me ask you a question: Why'd you steal the plane tickets? Plane tickets? Mm-hmm.
I don't know what you're talking about.
The overnight delivery guy already I.
D.
'd you as the guy who signed for those tickets.
Well, he made a mistake.
- Done.
- No, no.
You're not done.
You're not done until I tell you we're done.
You didn't want Colin going to the Philippines with Kara-- that's why you stole those tickets.
You thought she was your girl.
Huh? Didn't you? Stealing some tickets.
That's not murder, though, is it? Booth.
His watch-- the stems on the side, that's what scratched the bone - and created the parallel lines we found.
- Come on, give it up.
It's a gift from my grandfather.
You're not going anywhere near it.
Search warrant says different, all right? Take it off, or I'll rip it off your wrist.
Well, blood in the beveling.
You took that man's life! Just when he had everything to live for! What? I'm supposed to just give up my girl because Haynes writes her some stupid song? No, you're supposed to give her up because she deserves someone better than you.
Let's go.
Colin was a big star? Yeah.
In the Philippines? Yeah.
He only just found out about it.
It's probably what gave him the courage to ask you on a date.
If he was such a big star, he could have asked anybody out.
That's right.
So he was telling me the truth, and I threw a drink in his face.
I feel bad.
At the time he was murdered, he was writing a song for you.
Why couldn't I just trust that he was as good as he seemed to be, huh? These are all of his songs.
The last one's about you.
Are you telling me this to make me cry? 'Cause I-I don't cry.
I don't do that.
No, I'm telling you this because somebody has to mourn him.
You know, someone who's more than just a fan.
Someone that'll miss him.
Right.
You can starve me for affection Till my soul's just skin and bone And make the words "I'm sorry" Feel the same as throwing stones In a room full of you I might be standing all alone But love Don't die easy I will stand in the thunder And shiver in the rain While I'm tied to the mast Of a leaky boat in a hurricane But I will find my way back to you Even if it's all in vain Love Don't die easy It won't be denied It just does what it does And there ain't no way to kill it When it's coursing through your blood Shoot an arrow through the heart This isn't really good to dance to.
Well, when a song isn't good for dancing, you know, the solution is just to dance slower.
That doesn't sound true.
Yeah, right, well, sometimes you just have to dance to the music that's given to you, hmm? Trust me on this one, all right? Ah, you get a reprieve, okay? But it's temporary.
Mr.
Bray.
Come in.
I was, uh I'm sorry to come to your house.
No, no, come on in.
Do you want a beer or anything? No.
No, no, no.
I was, um I was leaving, and I came here to say good-bye, but, uh I decided to fight.
I'm not going down.
Maybe I want to be remembered in the right way.
By the people that I care about.
Maybe I want to be remembered as someone who fought back.
- That's good.
That's really good.
- Now, will you stay and have a drink with us? No, no.
I might need that sort of thing later-- I don't want to use up my share.
Right, right.
We will help you in any way that we can.
Thanks.
Good night.
Drive safe.
Really? Right.
So what do you want to do, do you want to call it a night? I don't know what I want.
Sometimes you just have to dance to the music that's playing.
And there ain't no way to kill it When it's coursing through your blood Really, really slowly.
The heart keeps on beating Love Don't die easy