♪ I'm gonna wake up with a smile ♪
♪ I'm gonna wake up with the sun all bright ♪
♪ Gonna wake up with a smile ♪
♪ Open the shades, let in the light ♪
♪ 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! Got to 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 going to ambush Senator Jankow today.
He chairs the committee. You go like that,
he'll tell you anything you want to 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.
I'm going to 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'd know how to deal with that.
Oh... work.
Booth.
Oh, yeah. Okay. On my way.
'Kay. Got to go. Got a case.
Hey, hey! Don't worry about that, all right?
ARSON INVESTIGATOR: Call came in at 6:00 a.m.
Passing motorist called 9-1-1.
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. Hmm?
Even an asteroid with a diameter as small
as five meters would leave
a-a huge crater; th-there's no crater.
She serious?
Always. Bones, that was a joke.
'Kay? 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 and 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,
and that is melting.
Whoa! Look at that!
You're excited about the decedent, Dr. Hodgins?
Sure!
Booth 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!
A bullet.
We presumed 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.
♪ Bones 6x08 ♪ The Twisted Bones in the Melted Truck Original Air Date on December 2, 2010
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I can do this!
It was my idea to remove the bones with liquid nitrogen.
And the FBI 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, Miss Wick.
Is the psyche 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.
Look, 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 going to 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, a nine-inch Dana Spicer model
used in American-made pickups from '94 to '02.
Yada yada.
Well, with your four numbers, I should be able
to get a match from the DMV.
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. No. He stays with me
on the weekends when she's not around.
He knows that we're dating. So last weekend,
at breakfast, I asked him if he wants some chocolate milk,
and he looks at me, and 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, like, they have to meet sometime, right?
Well, yeah, if your relationship with Hannah is serious, then...
It is serious. I wasn't questioning that...
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 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 FBI 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...
FBI. Looking for Jesse Wilson.
Jesse's in the back.
Chance those are, uh, magnesium scraps?
Yeah, we use, uh, cast magnesium discs in the wheels. Why?
I don't know. I just got a thing for magnesium, that's all.
Jesse Wilson?
Yeah. FBI Agent Booth.
May I help you?
Yeah. Are you missing a truck, Jesse?
No.
Well, 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?
He's 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.
Just gave it to him, just like that, 'cause you're a nice guy?
Yeah, we've been friends since high school.
You've 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 II.
He was a real hero.
Right. He 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 II, 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 ragging on him
to bring in more money.
Now 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 FBI, 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 ID'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 FBI thing.
That's Kathy Lyford, the victim's wife.
She has detention duty for another hour, 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.
FBI. I need to talk to you
for one second.
Whoa. Do you see that kid right there in the red hat?
I saw him at the Chopper Shop.
I tell you what, 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've 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 anything you want.
Can I help you guys? Yeah, FBI.
We just have to ask you a few questions if you don't mind.
Of course.
You a 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 want to smoke, it's none of Big Brother's business.
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're 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.
I am?
Yeah. Maybe you can help get me out of here.
I don't even know why I'm here in the first place.
You cheated on a 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.
Yeah, I got to go.
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, th-th-that policy was George's idea.
We've been trying to have a baby,
and if something happened to him,
he wanted to make sure that we were okay.
You husband didn't come home last night. You don't find that odd?
I was on a field trip with my students in Mt. Vernon.
I wasn't even going to see him until tonight.
I see.
I had no reason to believe he was missing.
I loved my husband.
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.
I want you to meet him.
You sure?
You don't want to 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.
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's not allowed to drink.
What if he hates me?
Mm-mm.
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 FBI feels that I can provide a different perspective.
And you're a shrink.
You guys make things up.
I don't have to say anything, you know.
I know, but cooperating would certainly help your situation.
So, you and your husband,
you fought over money?
Like any couple, sure.
These are 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.
Got you.
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. I 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 Clone Wars card you bought last month?
Again, you spent $500,
but I could probably find it right now online, for 50 cents.
Look, when I get stressed, I shop.
We 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 going to meet Parker tomorrow.
You don't sound happy about that.
No, I am. It's going to be great.
It's going to be really good.
I'm 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.
Boarding school? I'm not sending him to boarding school.
Then I wouldn't worry if I were you.
No? 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?
Yeah, but 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.
That's exactly what I'm thinking.
Kathy bought all of her cards from a seller named 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.
I can 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 fluorescent spectrometry of magnesium,
you're going to 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 is... "
"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?
No. 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's king, right?
Well, she's been paying you a lot more than they were worth.
A lot more.
Over $3,000 on worthless cards.
Ms. Lyford was paying you
for something else, wasn't she?
Don't answer that.
If he could offer an explanation, it could help him.
Because right now the FBI thinks
that Ms. Lyford paid you to kill her husband.
Paul, not another word.
You were paying Paul Linoto $500 a month
for worthless trading cards.
Now 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 FBI 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 going to 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?
It's just going to 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 going to 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 know.
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.
You know, 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.
I'll probably find another job.
Oh...
Somewhere.
Probably. Oh...
Okay, we can discuss the test,
but I'm not going to 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 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 ileum.
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 have 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.
Hey. Oh, okay.
So, 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 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 built that...
- Seeley, can I talk to you for a sec? - Yeah.
This isn't working.
All right, 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.
All right, tell you what, I got to 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.
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 these 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 of 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.
They 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 spin faster.
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.
You don't think that I would appeal to him?
What? No, of course you would.
Thank you. Because I'm cool.
You know, the delinquents told me that,
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 was good.
I'm telling you, she really is amazing with him.
Why wouldn't she be?
Everyone loves her.
Right. Yeah, I think it's going to work out.
I'm glad.
The three of you can come over and swim anytime you like.
Okay.
I know how much Parker loves the pool.
Great. Thanks.
So how are going to get Randy to talk?
Aah. 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 to Kathy.
Well, there's this.
Hey, 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.
I'm not going to give you any of the answers. We don't want to 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 ten.
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.
Oh.
Are you trying to cheat?!
It was a glance, that's all.
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 would 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.
Why is that so crazy?
She loves me, too.
I could feel it.
But I didn't kill anyone.
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.
But 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.
It also 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 GIs.
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 have belonged to Jesse Wilson.
What's this about?I told you about George. I helped.
And I appreciate that.
Now maybe you can explain
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.
Your 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 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.
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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 could be working here forever now.
Then be useful.
I'm examining the right ileum,
which, due to the demineralization,
is now located where we'd normally find the ischial tuberosity.
Why are you examining the ileum?
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?
I'm 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 ileum?
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.
'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 FBI behind you.
Hi. I asked if I could deliver your I.D. card myself.
Oh!
Congratulations.
I'll clean that up.
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?
Well, 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.
No, 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.
So you thought you can 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?
The D.A. is going to press charges.
She'll do time. Really?
Yeah, and then whatever you do,
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 have camel rides.
I was sure he'd ridden one before.
He could be a jockey.
The zoo, huh?
What happened to just going to get ice cream?
Yeah, yeah, at the zoo.
We saw a lion pee
for, like, for ten minutes. Wow.
That would be physically impossible.
An adult lion's bladder, when full,
can hold approximately 1,500 milliliters of urine.
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.
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.
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