The coroner said the remains
- should be here any minute. - Daisy!
Welcome back.
Wow. You are so much bigger than I expected.
It looks like he might come out dressed and ready for school.
My doula assured me that my meditation
and my breathing exercises will give me at least two more weeks.
Well, you've been through so much, losing Sweets.
If you need to... Thanks.
I took the time I needed.
Lance would want me to rejoin the world.
And the baby and I have never felt better.
You do seem very... Zen.
I remember, at this point I was driving Hodgins nuts,
trying to get him
to set up Michael Vincent's room.
Well, there's no rush.
When he's ready, he'll tell me how he wants his room set up.
So, you're waiting until he can talk before he has a room?
Oh, my doula says that a mother doesn't need words
to communicate with her baby.
Ah. This doula sounds
like a... fascinating woman.
Oh, she is. She is.
Ms. Wick? Oh, over here.
I'll get the remains set up on the platform.
This way.
Okay.
Who is that woman, and what has she done with Daisy?
Yeah.
Apparently, the protesters were at the fracking site,
and they saw the remains in the pit.
Any idea how he or she ended up in the fracking pit?
No, but the protesters are accusing the fracking company,
which is mere supposition. Well,
the fracking people are freaking, right?
They have enough bad publicity without dead bodies turning up.
True.
I recently read that in Colorado, they have found a link
between fracking and increased seismic activity.
All right, look.
They're putting a lot of pressure on the Bureau
to get this solved quickly.
Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna be as careless
with my science as they are about theirs.
I believe that's everything.
Yeah, everything that's ever been made for a baby.
Perhaps I've gone a bit overboard,
but this is... Sweets' and Daisy's baby.
I am totally with you on this. You know what?
We will be there for every school play,
graduation and hockey game.
You're going to be a good uncle, Booth.
Thanks...
Oh.
Brennan. Yes? Booth. Yeah.
Okay. On my way.
Uh, 20 minutes. Okay, I'll be... Great.
All right, thanks. Bye. All right, Stark. See you soon.
Stark wants me in the office. Cam needs me, too.
Can you help me get this to the car?
Oh, whoa, not this!
A classic. We got to keep this!
Oh, no. Booth, are you serious?
Come on, right? Let's see if it works.
What are we gonna use it for?
Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup.
Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup. Got to keep this.
Given the narrow subpubic concavity
and the irregularly-lipped ventral margin
at the pubic symphysis, the victim was male in his 40s.
The left ulna was
definitely fractured, which explains the cast.
But there's no other damage evident
that would give us cause of death.
I have a few little things for the baby. I'll show you later.
That's so nice. Thank you.
I'm sure the baby can feel your generosity.
I doubt that very much.
These bones are quite porous.
I've uploaded the photos of the remains
from the coroner's report.
These were taken
on-site an hour ago. - No.
No, there must be some mistake. These aren't the same remains.
There's at least 20% more tissue on the remains in the photos.
No. These are
definitely the photos from the report, but I have never seen
tissue loss like this before.
Hey. So, I just performed a litmus test
on the water that they brought in from the fracking pit.
The water in that pit isn't just water.
It's been spiked with hydrochloric acid.
Don't those sites use acid as part of the process?
But it's used in a much milder concentration
than what I just found.
There must still be acid on the remains.
That's what's causing the rapid tissue loss.
No, no, no, don't...
No one touch it until we know what we're dealing with.
But the acid is still consuming the bones.
You know, I'm on it.
Maybe this is why the fracking company was trying
to get in the middle of the investigation.
Are you saying someone from the company killed one
of the protesters and is trying to destroy the remains?
There's no evidence of that.
Soon we'll have no evidence of anything.
Okay.
Stand back! I got it. I got it. I got it.
Wha...?
Yeah.
What have you done?!
It's baking soda.
It's not just for cooking anymore.
It should stop the acid from eating the remains. I hope.
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The baking soda made the remains smell nice and fresh.
Hmm, all this tissue seems to be compromised.
I don't know what I'm gonna get from a tox screen.
Well, you're definitely gonna get hydrochloric acid,
ethylene glycol, biocides, diesel fuel.
I mean, it was all in the pit.
Well, the porous nature of the bones
and the irregular pitting on the surface indicates
that the remains weren't in the pit for very long.
Well, the speed at which they're being degraded--
I'm surprised we don't just have a gelatinous goo.
Well, I should be able to recreate the exact conditions
to tell us how long he was in the pit.
Hey, Cam, check this thing out.
The fabric that got caught here
on the cast-- it looks like it's got some blood on it.
Well, I'll try to get DNA off it so that I can ID the victim.
Thanks again, Dr. B.,
for sharing Christine's stuff with us.
I know there's a lot there.
Don't feel like you have to use it all.
I won't. The baby will let me know
what he's drawn to and what disturbs him.
I don't think you understand infants, Ms. Wick.
My doula says the baby and I will be able to communicate
as long as we both keep our spirits open.
Your baby will communicate when
he defecates or is hungry.
And he will do so by crying, not picking out clothing.
Are you feeling okay there, Daisy?
I've never felt better.
The majority of the victim's
skull exhibits the same pitting evident
on the rest of the remains,
except for this large section of the occipital.
Because this section isn't bone.
It's a plastic polymer.
So, he must have suffered some sort of head trauma in the past.
And the polymer piece was used to repair the skull.
Well, it's most likely polyetherketoneketone.
It's the most biocompatible and osteoconductive substance.
It's a very rare procedure.
There have only been two documented cases in the U.S.
Yay. Rare is good. It'll help us ID the victim.
Okay, so the site manager admitted
that only three of the security cameras were real,
and they were all covering the front entrance.
Well, that's why there's no footage
of the pit the guy died in.
I mean, you'd think
they'd want working security cameras
with all the protesters they get.
Well, you would think, but, uh, you know,
he was accused of beating up protesters before.
So he was protecting himself. No, not him.
He's got an alibi.
He's got a sick brother that he's been visiting
in the hospital for that past two weeks.
There's, like, what, a million witnesses.
Yeah. That's a lot of witnesses.
So, maybe he was using other employees to do his dirty work.
Exactly what I was thinking, which is why I want you to check 'em out.
Oh, okay. There's got to be, like, 50 people here.
There's only 46. You get off easy.
Right? Thank you.
Yeah.
I was able to ID the victim.
Turns out, he was in a boating accident three years ago,
and his surgery made national news.
Here he is. Lawrence Brooks.
Oh, my God. Are you sure? You know him?
He's the puzzle master.
His crossword puzzles are syndicated
in hundreds of papers.
He's got a book deal. There's no one better.
Oh, so he wasn't a protester?
Well, no. He was something of a recluse.
God, I love his puzzles. I mean, they were impossible.
Maybe that's why he was killed.
He lived less than a mile from the fracking site.
The article mentions his wife, Emilia,
but she never reported him missing, and she still hasn't.
I just assumed he was off somewhere, creating a puzzle.
They were like his children.
I guess that's why he never wanted to have kids.
Oh, you sound a little bitter about that.
I loved Lawrence, but no marriage is perfect, is it?
Which is why I'm still single.
So when was the last time you saw him?
Right before I went
to the grocery store yesterday morning.
Okay. And can you think of any reason
that someone might have wanted to harm your husband?
Not harm, I'm sure, but Alexis Sherman,
Lawrence's assistant, is very ambitious,
and she resented the fact
that he never let her write any puzzles on her own.
Oh, unfortunately, people have been killed for less.
But he promised to make her co-editor,
so she knew that was coming eventually.
Yeah, but some people can get very impatient.
The impressions from the pen were still on the cast.
That's how I was able to recreate what was written on it.
The blood on the fabric
was degraded by the acid,
so I could only get a weak STR profile,
but it appears to be a match for the victim.
What's all this on the cast?
They appear to be crossword puzzle clues.
Well, it makes sense. He was the puzzle master.
Yeah, except this is not all of his handwriting.
The handwriting on these clues is different than these.
Well, and this is definitely his handwriting.
How do you know that?
I may or may not have a... an autographed copy
of one of his completed puzzles.
You really are a fan.
This is not his handwriting.
"Despise ." Hate.
"Blood feud."
Vendetta. This is a very simple puzzle.
"Avenge ." Punish.
This one's "attack," this one's "payback,"
that one's "justice."
This looks like some kind of
a message from his killer.
Ooh, Booth said
the wife told them about Brooks' assistant.
If she killed him, the clues on his cast make sense.
Yeah, great. I want to talk about Daisy.
I think that she might be having a nervous breakdown.
Her work on the case is exemplary.
Honey,
she's shopping for crystals.
She told me that her doula told her
that if she found the right one, that it would
channel positive energy into her womb
and make the birth painless.
Well, that's foolish and ignorant,
but it's not a nervous breakdown.
I told her it was like...
having a minivan drive out of you,
no matter how many crystals
you buy. Wait.
Didn't Daisy ask for general anesthesia
when she had her tooth filled? My point
exactly. This doula does not know who she's dealing with.
Is there anything I can do?
Uh, maybe just keep telling her she's ignorant.
Stuff like that.
Of course. She has a doctor's
appointment this afternoon, so I'm gonna drive her.
Maybe if I meet this doula,
I'll be able to understand why Daisy likes her so much.
Should I go now and tell her that she's ignorant?
Maybe... let that come a little more naturally.
Right.
Okay.
Wow.
I didn't realize Emilia hated me that much.
So you weren't mad that Brooks promised you all this
and never delivered? Of course I was.
I may have even screamed and yelled about it,
but at the end of the day, I still had the best job
in the world working for him.
I can't believe he's gone.
Yeah. And now you get to...
edit the puzzles. And you get Lawrence's salary.
I resent what you're saying. Look, we're just stating facts.
The killer left a lot of hostile clues on Brooks' cast.
Clever ones.
Do you want my help finding Lawrence's killer
or did you just come here to insult me?
Look, anything that you can...
help us with, that would be great.
Thank you.
You're a thief, Brooks! And a hack!
No one does that to me.
Not even you. You're done!
What did Brooks do? I have no idea.
Message was left a couple days ago, right around the same time
some weird guy showed up looking for Lawrence.
Said he had an appointment, but there was nothing on the books.
And you think that's the same guy that left the message?
All I know is the message and the guy showed up around the same time.
I saw the same guy again yesterday in the parking lot,
like some kind of stalker.
Yesterday.
So you wouldn't mind talking to a forensic artist
and giving a description? Sure.
I'll do anything to help you guys find out
who did this to Lawrence.
So, Terry telling me the number that was used, to, uh, threaten Brooks.
It came from the lobby of the Granville Hotel.
So you have no way of knowing who made the call.
It could have been anyone.
A concierge. You know, a guest at the hotel.
A schmo off the street. So we could
be looking for someone who speaks Yiddish.
What? What are you talking... What made you make that turn?
"Schmo." It's Yiddish for "idiot."
So I assumed you were saying we're looking
for a mentally challenged, Yiddish-speaking...
Stop, okay, Bones?
The killer doesn't speak Yiddish.
How do you know?
I don't, but that's not the point.
Then why did you bring it up?
I didn't bring it up. You said "schmo."
Okay, fine. You know what, I'll never bring it up again.
I promise. Promise.
I think I might have found our guy.
Does he speak Yiddish?
What?
Never mind. What is it?
Was Angela able
to create a sketch of the stalker?
Yeah. And it gave us a guy who's in the system.
Emory Stewart. Up until two years ago,
Stewart was a model citizen. Smart, too.
Dual degrees in computer science and cryptography.
Clearly he's intelligent, so he's not a schmo.
He's a chachem.
Right. Looks like his problem started
two years ago when his parents died in a car accident.
Exactly.
Since then, he's had two DUIs,
a few disturbing the peace violations,
a couple of assault charges...
So a farshtunken chachem.
I got nothing. Never mind.
Just bring him in, okay?
Our real challenge here is getting
the acid concentration just right
by getting the right piece of pork to mirror
the relative mass of the actual victim.
And the solution replicates the conditions in the pit?
Yeah.
We've got the mud and hydrochloric acid, as well
as the other caustic chemicals that we found at the site.
Wow. Okay. Well, that batch is a little undercooked.
On to the next. Daisy,
do you really believe in all that new age stuff?
Science can only go so far, Dr. Hodgins.
You think I've changed since Lance died, don't you?
We all change. All the time.
You know, that is science.
It's just... I don't want you to push us all away
because you're afraid of losing someone else.
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, Dr. Hodgins.
Yeah.
Oh, perfect.
The degree of pitting matches the victim's bones.
Okay. So that would mean...
the victim was put into the pit
between... 9:30 and 10:00 last night.
Okay then. Back to work.
So, Emory, I have an eyewitness saying
that you were stalking Lawrence Brooks.
What's this about? Did Lawrence put out
a restraining order or something?
If he wants me to stay away, he just has to say so.
Brooks is dead. He was murdered.
I-I just...
I c... I can't believe this. How did it happen?
Where were you last night around 10:00?
Whoa. You think that I...
No. L-Lawrence was...
was like a g... a god to me. A god to you.
Exactly. That's how stalkers feel about their prey.
Stalker? I'm not a stalker.
Look in my bag.
Sure, look in your bag.
What do we have here?
What's that? I'm writing a book
on Brooks. I'm not some nut job.
I've been researching him for two years.
Right. While you're not, uh, assaulting people.
Man, you've done your homework. Sort of my job.
When my parents died,
I had some anger issues. I got counseling.
But it has absolutely nothing to do with Lawrence Brooks.
Right, well,
I'm gonna need to take a recording of your voice
and, uh, compare it to the threat that Brooks received.
Someone threatened him?
Is that a yes or a no? Yes.
Sure. Anything you want. Great.
Anything. Okay. Since you're such a know-it-all
about Brooks, who are his enemies?
McKeon. I'm sure you've talked to him already.
Who's McKeon?
Donald McKeon was Lawrence's old roommate
in college before Lawrence dropped out.
Donald is also a puzzler.
So they were competitors? Unequal
but I guess you could say that. Donald writes
those cheesy puzzles you find at the car wash.
You know, with clues like "a three-letter word for a grown kitten."
So he was jealous of his career. Very.
Lawrence's success drove Donald crazy.
It's all in my book.
You can take the manuscript if you think it'll help.
You found something, Ms. Wick? Or do you merely want to discuss
additional foolish notions of early childhood development?
That was harsh.
Yes, it was.
I'm trying to help you, but...
I'm told my people skills are not well developed.
Perhaps we can just stick to the case.
I would like that very much.
The victim has an extensive amount of remodeled fractures
localized around the pelvis, ribs, ankles, and arms.
All of it occurring within the last 18 months.
What do you suppose caused these antemortem injuries?
Look at the X ray of his femoral shafts.
Thinning
of the cortical bones of both femurs.
Meaning that the victim's
bone density was compromised even before the acid.
That's why our 48-year-old victim has the bones of an octogenarian.
You should perform a trephine bone marrow biopsy on
the posterior iliac crest, then screen
for poison and other toxins.
I have an ob-gyn appointment.
I told you about it.
Yes. Um, of course.
I-I can perform the biopsy.
And this appointment, it's...
...it's with a... real doctor?
Yes, Dr. Brennan.
I'm alone now.
It's just... me and the baby.
I have to find a way to make that work for me,
to... connect to him
without Lance here.
I'm doing the best I can.
Thanks so much for coming with me.
You can leave when the doula gets here, if you want.
What? No. Why would I do that?
Daisy, we all love you.
And this is not an inconvenience for me or for any of us.
There's my budding Daisy.
Valentina, hi.
This is Angela. She and I work
at the lab together. Hi.
One of the scientists who don't believe what they can't see.
Oh, no. It isn't like that. Yeah, no.
It's more like a friend who can offer some help and support.
Of course. And did you have
a non-traumatic birthing process, too?
Oh, no. God,
I had a... epidural
and screaming and the whole thing.
Well,
everyone has to make their own choices is what I believe.
But you seem like a nice person.
I'm sure your child will be fine.
My child is fine.
The birthing process was beautiful, actually,
screaming and all.
Michael Vincent is a perfect little boy,
- and Angela is a great mom. - Daisy?
The doctor's ready for you.
You can wait out here.
Oh, but she came...
Well, we talked about mixing different energies.
And you agreed.
It's okay, Daisy. I'll just wait here.
Wouldn't want to mix up our energies.
Hey. The kid's voice doesn't match the voice
that was used to threaten Brooks.
So where are we going?
We're gonna go pick up Donald McKeon.
The other puzzle guy. Wait, doesn't he live in New York?
Yeah.
But he's been staying at the Granville Hotel in DC
for the past week. Where the phone call came from.
Exactly. So Donald McKeon
is a seven-letter word for a person appearing to have engaged
in activities that could have resulted in the demise...
All you have to do is say "suspect," Aubrey.
Spirit of the case.
So I left Brooks an angry voice mail.
Last time I checked, that wasn't a crime.
Oh, it's not
a crime, but killing him is.
What?
Lawrence is dead? Yeah.
And you hated him, didn't you?
I d... I didn't kill him.
We had our disagreements, but...
He ignored you.
Right? He thought that you were a hack,
that your puzzles were
just crap. Uh, we appealed to different markets.
But you wanted his market. Yeah.
So, do you recognize this handwriting here?
No. But I recognize those clues.
Well, you should, because it's from the, uh,
puzzle that you stole from Brooks.
What? No.
Our agents found this in your hotel room.
You opened it!
Why did you do that? This was my proof.
I wasn't stealing from Lawrence. Lawrence was stealing from me.
So...
the nationally syndicated puzzle master
was stealing puzzles
from you? Okay, look,
I know I seem like a hack.
But I'm good, really good.
Lawrence and I used to be friends in college.
I thought maybe he could take a look at my puzzle--
it's a good one-- and consider it for publication.
But he never even acknowledged getting it.
That must've
really pissed you off. No.
What really pissed me off was when
he published the puzzle under his own name.
This guy's a hack. You know what, you just keep digging yourself
a bigger hole here, pal. That call was never
about killing him. I was gonna take legal action.
I mailed the original puzzle
to myself the same time I sent it to him.
It was proof I'd been ripped off,
until your agents came along and tore it open.
You wouldn't happen to have another envelope
containing a believable alibi, would you?
Yeah.
Did Cam get the results back she was running
on the marrow biopsy?
Not yet, but I did find some subtle bone bruising
around the metacarpophalangeal joints on both his hands.
Oh.
So the victim fought with his killer.
He definitely punched someone.
Very good, Ms. Wick.
Hold on.
The protrusions on the proximal phalanges
at the metacarpophalangeal joints
on his right hand are healed avulsion fractures
due to hyperextension.
His fingers were bent back until they snapped.
Remodeling suggests this
happened two months ago. So
his murder wasn't the first time he was assaulted.
I have the results of the tox screen of the marrow.
The victim wasn't poisoned, but he did
show traces of donepezil hydrochloride.
That's used to treat Alzheimer's.
The head trauma that put him in surgery three years ago
could've triggered an early onset.
I-In rare cases, a side effect
of donepezil hydrochloride
is reduced bone density
and increased bone fracturing.
Which explains why the victim had so many remodeled injuries.
But Brooks' puzzles could stump geniuses.
How could someone with Alzheimer's write them?
Right.
Okay. Thanks, Bones.
So I've been looking at Lawrence Brooks fan sites.
There's a lot of chatter about how his puzzles
have been different lately.
He might have been stealing more than just Donald's.
They were different because he had Alzheimer's.
Seriously? Yeah. Somehow, the-the
medication that he was taking was, like,
messing with his bones. It's probably why he was
turning into a recluse. So it's
likely he didn't even know he was stealing Donald's puzzle.
He could've thought it was his.
Exactly. It also explains
the different styles of handwriting on his cast.
My grams had dementia,
and her handwriting would change like she was a different person.
Which she kind of was. So if that's true,
then the wife had to have known that he had Alzheimer's.
So why didn't she say anything?
Why didn't you tell us
your husband had Alzheimer's, Mrs. Brooks?
Because I promised Lawrence
I would never mention it. It must be hard
living your life that way.
It was hard.
Horrible, sometimes.
Do you have any idea what it's like
when the person you've been married to for 20 years
looks at you as if you're a stranger?
But I loved him. Even though he
was disappearing,
there was always a little bit
of the Lawrence that I loved.
And I would do anything to preserve that.
How was he able to keep doing his puzzles?
He wasn't.
My husband's a perfectionist and he
must have had 100-- maybe more-- puzzles
that he had created and never published
because he didn't think they were good enough.
And you were publishing those for him?
Yes. And you published
Donald McKeon's puzzle, too? By accident.
It was on Lawrence's desk
and I just assumed it was one of his. Wouldn't it have been
a lot easier for your husband just to retire?
Yes, but
we needed the money.
His treatment was expensive and... we were broke.
Lawrence Brooks was worth well over a million dollars.
We have his financials. He was.
But all that money is gone and I have no idea where.
When I asked him about it,
he couldn't remember what he had done with it.
Money like that doesn't just disappear, you know?
There's always a trail.
Then please find the trail.
Then maybe you'll find my husband's killer.
I've been going through Brooks'
bank statements. There were e-payments made to LPAK, LLC
that started five months ago.
Looks like the transfers started off small and got
bigger and bigger as all the money dried up.
Well,
maybe someone knew about his Alzheimer's
and was using that to steal his money.
Well, it looks like it was more simple than that.
LPAK, LLC is a front for an
online gambling site. Brooks
gambled all his money away? Oh, man, the guy
probably didn't even know how much money he was losing.
It certainly explains why his fingers got broken.
It does? I-I thought all these sites
were out of the country.
Well, most are, but some are here.
They're illegal, but they're here.
And after you sign up,
if you want to stay off the grid,
you can meet with the bookie in person.
So maybe
because of the Alzheimer's, Brooks forgot to pay.
This time the bookie did more than just break his fingers.
I was able to track down the local bookie for the...
The hell are you doing?
What do you mean? I'm checking out the, uh,
gambling site that Brooks
was using. This is amazing-- you can pretty much
gamble on anything here. I know. Someone
placed a bet on the first football player to tear his ACL
next season. It's insane. Unbelievable,
right? Crazy. So are we active members yet on the site?
Uh, I am. Angela hacked into a member's account
and sent me an invitation,
vouching for me. You?
Yeah. Me. So... you can turn it off now.
Sorry, y... you're-you're getting a little bossy.
Yeah, I know. It's, uh... Feels good. I call the shots,
all right? What we have to do is we got to smoke out the bookie.
All right? We got to place a big bet and we got to lose.
Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. I already
placed the bet. The next available
bet was at the Wexford Track. I put ten grand on a horse
named Major Imperative. I'm sorry-- what the hell
do you think you're doing? You don't need to
look at it now. I did my research.
Major Imperative is a sure-fire loss.
I don't care if it's a sure-fire loss, you understand me?
I'm the lead, I authorize... Whoa, whoa,
all right? Pipe down, okay?
You're an addict, Agent Booth,
and I'm not gonna let you jeopardize
your gambling sobriety on this case
or any other case.
You read my file.
Yeah, 'cause I heard rumors.
Sweets was pretty thorough in his report, you know?
You gambled as a coping mechanism
after your time in the military.
Look, you can take me off the case if you want to,
but a situation like this comes up again,
I will do the exact same thing.
Major Imperative better lose.
What do I look like, a winner?
You got an eye problem, pal?
No.
I'm 20/20.
I'm also Agent James Aubrey with the FBI.
What, having a cup of coffee is a crime now?
No, but transferring funds from a bank
to an illegal online gambling site is.
In fact, that's a federal crime, which is right up my alley.
Congratulations, I'm really happy for you.
What's that got to do with me?
Oh, you're really gonna play stupid right now?
Stupid?
What's stupid?
Well, stupid is not realizing
that I can arrest you for murder.
Murder?
What the hell are you talking about?
Listen, pal, I don't know who got killed,
but I didn't murder nobody.
Lawrence Brooks, all right?
What? Next you're gonna tell me you didn't
break his fingers a couple months back.
Okay, the fingers, yeah.
Look, I hated to do it to the old guy,
but, you know, he was deep in the hole.
What was I supposed to do?
But I didn't kill him.
Maybe you should talk to that woman that he was bankrolling,
because she started freaking out as soon as the money dried up.
Wait, wait, wait--
what do you mean? Brooks wasn't gambling?
No, he was only the piggy bank.
Look, the chick that placed the bets--
well, she lost big a couple of months ago, right?
So we decided to send her a message through Brooks.
We thought she'd care.
We were wrong.
So who was your client?
The woman that worked for him. His assistant.
She's got a problem, now, and I can tell you that.
Of course I had access
to Lawrence's accounts and credit cards.
I was his assistant. I did his banking, paid his bills.
So you
took advantage of a man who was losing his mind
in order to feed your gambling habit.
Uh, no, no, I...
Then you killed Brooks so it wouldn't be traced back to you.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Fine. Fine?
Fine, I'll just go get your bookie, Richie Williams.
Maybe that'll help you remember some of the details.
Okay, stop, just wait, um... Yes, yeah, I-I used
Brooks' account to pay off some debts, but-but that other stuff,
the murder-- I swear I didn't kill him. I could never.
Sure you could. When you're an addict,
there's nothing you won't do.
How did you figure out
that Brooks had Alzheimer's?
Well, he started getting confused
over the littlest things, and then... just like that,
he would get agitated and lash out. It happened
often enough, it was easy to put two and two together.
Well, you're under arrest.
Well... No, wait, what are you talking about?
I just told you-- I didn't kill him.
I can't book you for Brooks'
murder, but I definitely can take you down for, uh,
stealing his money. Let's go. Come on. W... No, I was going to
pay him back. I'm gonna be making a lot of money
because I have Brooks' old job now. That's great.
Maybe the paper'll let you send puzzles from prison.
Daisy, Dr. Brennan said you were having contractions?
Braxton Hicks. They're nothing. Oh!
Uh, ooh.
Okay, they're something.
But I still have two weeks.
With all your talk about listening to the baby,
it seems like now might be the time...
I'm okay. There appear to be
bilateral neural arch fractures
on the victim's C5, 6 and 7. They were
difficult to see through the pitting.
A broken neck--
I believe you just found cause of death.
Hey,
Booth just arrested Lawrence's assistant.
Even with, uh, the victim's low bone density,
I don't think she'd have the strength to snap his neck.
And there doesn't seem to be evidence of a weapon
that could... Oh! Aah!
Oh, whoops.
Oh, my God, Daisy,
your water just broke.
I'm sorry, I'll clean it up. No,
we're going to the hospital. I should
call Brennan. Well, and I'll call your OB
on the way there. But we haven't figured out
who killed the victim. That doesn't matter now.
Oh, okay. Well, somebody remind the doctor that Valentina
wants a darkened room with bird sounds.
I would recommend us being alone now, Daisy.
No external distractions.
They're not distractions, they're my friends.
I'm sorry I left before we discovered the killer.
I was actually thinking-- Oh...!
It's okay, Daisy love, just reminding you,
your distress may cause distress in the baby.
A peaceful mother makes a happy baby.
Cut her some slack, Valentina.
A human being is trying to escape from her vagina.
Well, perhaps I can walk with you and you can squeeze my hand.
I did that when I was in labor
and I took great comfort
knowing that Booth was in pain, too.
Yes, yes.
Oh, Agent Booth should be here, too.
Daisy... I want him here.
He's the godfather.
And I want to walk with my friend.
Oh...!
Yelling will only make the baby feel unwanted.
Visualize a forest...
Oh, for the love of God, shut up.
Oh...!
Yeah, that's it, Daisy, let it out.
Oh...! Oh...!
I really have to put my foot down. This shrieking...
Get out! I can't listen to you anymore!
Get your crystals and get the hell out!
Oh!
Oh-oh...!
Squeeze my hand-- Oh...!
Very good.
Daisy... Go!
And screw the tub!
And screw the birds!
I want shiny machines
that beep, and I want the lights on!
And I want an epidural and I want--
Oh...!
Where's the fire?
Got to get to the hospital-- Daisy's having her baby.
Oh, wow. That's fantastic. Yeah.
Okay, go, I'll hold down the fort here.
I've got plenty to go over.
Oh, g-g-good, is that the kid's manuscript on Lawrence Brooks?
Yeah, I'm hoping there's something in here
that can point us towards a suspect.
I mean, there's got to be somebody other than Donald
that Brooks pissed off in the last year or two.
Great, see if anyone can place Alexis Sherman
at the fracking site.
I got it covered. Go get 'em, Uncle.
Right.
Okay.
The baby's heartbeat is strong, Daisy,
and you're progressing nicely.
Shouldn't be much longer.
Thank you, I-- aah!
Whoa. That is quite a set of lungs you got there.
Oh, thank goodness you made it.
It wouldn't feel right if you missed this.
Right, 'cause, you know,
I've never seen this many spectators at a birth.
That's 'cause we're like family, right?
Absolutely right. You know what, and as, uh...
as family, I should go in the waiting room.
No, no, you have to be here.
You all have to be right here.
We are not going to leave, sweetie.
There's no place else we'd rather be.
Booth?
Right, right, you're so right.
Okay, you know what, let's do this.
Oh! When is the anesthesiologist
going to get here?
Oh, I'm afraid it's too late for us to administer an epidural.
What?!
It could be dangerous at this point.
I'll go tell the doctor how you're doing.
I could come and help. Right.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. No. No, no, no.
Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe. Ms. Wick, we still have
a murderer to catch-- I think you should focus on the case.
What are our findings thus far?
No, Bones, this is really not the time to talk about this.
Okay, okay, okay.
We know that the cause of death is a broken neck.
Oh, oh, another contraction.
Oh...! Focus, Ms. Wick.
What else about the victim?
Um, no defensive wounds,
offensive injuries only.
As fragile as his bones were,
we know there should've been something more
than just a neck break.
We know he was bleeding.
Oh...!
So, he wasn't attacked?
That means that his killer could've been defending himself.
I mean, maybe this is self-defense and not a murder.
Oh! I have to push. Good point, good-good...
I have to push. Pushing!
Not until the doctor tells you to.
No, no, that's how the victim's neck was broken.
No, it wasn't snapped.
Someone pushed him and he fell.
With the drugs compromising his bones,
a bad fall would've resulted in the same neural arch fractures.
Blood. Bleeding.
Oh, my God, this hurts.
You're not bleeding, Ms. Wick.
No, not me.
His blood.
If all the injuries were offensive
and he was just pushed,
the blood wasn't from the victim.
It was from the killer.
Okay, but the blood was a match.
So you need to concentrate on your breathing.
No, it was only a partial match.
Fathers and sons can have identical homozygotes.
The victim's parents are dead and he had no children.
Okay, who here has the balls to argue with a pregnant woman?
It's the only explanation.
The victim
- has to have a son! - The book!
The answer's got to be in the book.
I'll-I'll call Aubrey. This is... this is good.
This is perfect. You might've solved the case, Ms. Wick.
But I actually really need to push now.
Like really need to push.
And how are we doing now, Daisy?
Oh...! Okay then.
I found it, Agent Booth.
When Brooks was in college, he got his girlfriend pregnant,
but he had to give the baby up for adoption
after his girlfriend died during childbirth.
A son?
Yeah.
What?
Sounds like things are going well at your end.
Yeah, everything is...
is going good. Listen, just, you know what,
get a warrant so you can unseal the adoption records.
Already did it.
Agent Booth! Look, I gotta go.
All right? Just good luck.
You, too.
What'd I miss? Is it out?
Just more screaming.
Oh...!
When my parents died,
I found my adoption paperwork in their things.
So, writing the book was a way to get to know Brooks.
He was all I had left.
I never meant to hurt him.
Well, then, what happened?
I finally found the courage to call,
and I told him I was his son.
And he actually seemed happy to hear from me.
So we agreed to meet at a café down the street from his house.
How did you get from a café to a fracking site?
He never showed up to the café.
I waited over an hour.
Then I circled back to Lawrence's house,
saw him leaving on a walk.
So I followed and confronted him.
But Brooks had no idea who you were.
He wouldn't even acknowledge that we had spoke.
I was hurt.
We're flesh and blood, so I asked him
why he was messing with me, and he freaked.
He started attacking me, hitting me, kicking.
So you shoved him to get him off you.
Yeah.
And then... he-he fell down the hill,
must've landed wrong, I guess.
I didn't mean to kill him.
I-I was scared...
so I-I put him in the pit.
And then you poured acid in to make sure the body dissolved.
I was scared.
If he hated the idea of seeing me,
he could've just said so.
I-I wouldn't have pushed it.
He probably didn't remember that he talked to you.
It was the same day.
He had Alzheimer's, Emory.
What?
Oh, God.
I could've helped him.
I... I would've been a good son.
I would've helped him.
He's beautiful.
Absolutely perfect.
You did it.
He looks like Lance, doesn't he?
I-I'm not imagining that, am I?
No.
No, he really does.
What's his name?
Lance insisted that his first name be Seeley.
So he's Seeley Lance Wick-Sweets.
Do you want to be the first to hold him?
Lance would want you to be the first.
Yeah.
Hey.
Hey there, little buddy.
How are you?
Look at that, your whole family came out to meet you.
Hey...
Look at this, huh?
Look at that. Hey, little buddy.
There you go.
Listen, I knew your dad.
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