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♪♪ [ Loud Metal ]

♪♪ [ Singing In Norwegian ]

- [ Crowd Chanting, Shouting ]
- ♪♪ [ Continues ]

[ Man Speaking Norwegian ]

[ Norwegian ]

♪♪ [ Continues ]

♪♪ [ Stops ]

[ Crowd Shouting, Muttering ]

[ Brennan ]
Norway?

[ Saroyan ] We don't have enough
crucified corpses of our own?

Now the Vikings
are sending them?

[ Clark ]
The annual murder rate
in Norway is 0.7.

[ Brennan ]
Less than
one murder a year?

In that case, they should solve
the ones they have, or they'll
never get any practice.

The victim is American.

Still, if a Norwegian
was murdered here, we'd
conduct the investigation.

The Norwegians
say the victim died here
and then got shipped to Norway.

- What's their evidence?
- Nothing forensic.
It's just police work.

The remains were found
in the possession of
a Norwegian black-metal band.

- What's black metal?
- I don't know. It's Norwegian.
Whole different kind of black.

Apparently, it's a genre
of heavy metal...

featuring macabre imagery
of death and horrific violence.

"Skalle."
It's the name of the band.
Skalle.

Oh, it means "skull."You speak Norwegian?

I'm a forensic anthropologist.
I know how to say "skull"
in just about every language.

Well, Skalle--[ With Accent ] Skalle.

Skalle.[ With Accent ]
Skalle.

They stole the body from
an American metal band while
on tour in D.C. six months ago.

[ Brennan ]
The remains are male,
late teens.

Significant staining on the--
[ With Accent ] skalle.

- [ With Accent ] Skalle.
- It leached into the bone.

Well, desiccated flesh
on the face and scalp.
Perhaps enough for D.N.A.

If the scraps of clothing
and the boots were actually
on the victim when he died,

then maybe Hodgins
can give us something.

What's, uh--
What's the story on this?

The posterior ribs
were either broken
or severed.

[ Brennan ]
Detached at the spine
and then fanned out.

It's the Blood Eagle.Beg pardon?

It was an ancient torture
in which the victim
was held facedown...

while his back
was sliced open.

The ribs were then broken
at the spine...

and then spread
to look like an eagle.

Thus the name.

Absence of blood
on the periosteal surface
of the fracture...

suggests the ribs
were broken postmortem.

I'll remove the bones
from the cross and clean 'em.

- See if we can find
the cause of death.
- This is definitely murder.

There are other possibilities.

I have to admit
none spring to mind.

One possibility:

drunken, death-obsessed,
Satan-worshipping,
drug-abusing teens...

rob a grave and reenact
an ancient torture.

Ah, just another
Saturday night.

Right, okay. So for the
Norwegian crucifixion case,
I'm gonna need to know...

all there is about the
heavy-metal music scene
in D.C., okay?

And tell you what,
get me all the recordings
that you can.

I think you're gonna have
to be more specific than that,
Agent Booth.

Ah, Gordon-Gordon, huh?

There's black metal,
speed metal, grindcore, thrash,

doom, drone,
glam, sludge, metalcore,

stoner metal, death metal
and deathcore.

Must you shake my hand with
quite such a viselike grip?

Right. Yeah.
Did you get all that?
Go, go, go.

Thought you were a psychiatrist.
How'd you become such
a musical expert?

Oh, I've got quite a--
quite a musical background,
you know.

Oh, yeah, right.
St., um, Weatherby's Glee Club
in Doo-Dah and Henley.

So, I thought we loaned
you out to Interpol?

Yes. Part of the
serial-killer task force--

traveling the globe,
bathed in perversion
and gore.

Have a seat.

And on a happier note,
I'm to meet your bright,
young thing-- Dr. Sweets?

Sweets? Why Sweets?

Well, he wants to interview me
for the book he's writing on you
and the lovely Dr. Brennan.

Anyway, I can see you're--
you're busy.

Listen, perhaps while I'm here,
I can barbecue for you
one evening.

Oh, no, no. I am
the barbecue master, remember?
You can do the boiling.

I have it on good authority that
my culinary skills have advanced
somewhat since last we ate.

Anyway,
it's good to see you.Yeah, you too.

Hey. I have a computer
rendering of what our victim
might have looked like.

Look at him. He's a puppy.

A 278-pound puppy.Sometimes puppies are big.

Well, prelim tox results
came back negative
for embalming fluid.

So he was never buried
in a sanctioned grave.

So probably murdered.

Murdered and his remains
crucified for the entertainment
of people who hate life.

Gordon. Gordon Wyatt.
It's a pleasure to meet you,
Dr. Sweets.

Dr. Wyatt, I am a huge admirer
of your book...

on the role of sexual sadism
in female serial killers.

Do I detect a certain caveat
in your tone?

Uh, well, the sample is small.

Well, comparatively speaking,
there are few female
serial killers.

- I was wondering if you had
a chance to take a look at--
- Your manuscript.

Yes, indeed.
And may I say, Dr. Sweets,

that I think this is
probably the best work
I have ever read...

on the dynamics of
opposite personality types...

working towards
a common... cause.

Okay. Now I'm hearing a caveat.

It's a small one. It's just
that Brennan and Booth...

aren't in any way opposites.

Wow! Small?

What-- What is that,
British understatement?

Well, yes, he's a man.
She's a woman.

He's instinctual.
She's empirical.

Opposites.Superficial ephemera,
Dr. Sweets.

Wow! Okay.
What about the sexual component
in their relationship?

Ah.Would you agree
that they have both,

uh, sublimated their attraction
to each other out of fear...

of endangering their
working relationship because
their working relationship...

is paramount to both of them?Alas, I'm afraid
I wouldn't agree with that.

No.Wow. Which part?

Well, everything
you just said.

Yes, one of them is acutely
aware of that attraction.

Struggles with it daily
as a matter of fact.

Wow.
[ Laughs ]

I'm sorry I keep saying that.
But which one?

It's your book, Dr. Sweets.

I would never tell you
what to write.

I was actually gonna ask you
to write the introduction.

That's very flattering.
But I'm retiring.

I'm relinquishing the field
to young Turks like you.

♪♪ [ Loud Metal ]

♪♪ [ Continues ]

Do you think
she actually enjoys this?

[ Hodgins ]
This whole sexual
abstinence thing,

totally twisting
her out of shape.

Here. The staining on the skull
was propylene glycol dicocoate,

alkyl benzoate and
sorbitan sesquioleate.

What is that?
Some kind of systemic poison?

That's common theatrical makeup.

It leached into the skull
during decomp.

Oh, sorry, sorry.

I put the music on
to get me in the right space. ♪♪ [ Stops ]

Well, extrapolating
from the stains
on the skull,

it turns out that at the time
of his death, the victim
looked like this.

Looks like
your puppy moonlighted
as a zombie werewolf.

Yeah. I ran this through
my facial recognition
program...

with an image search
of metal Web pages.

Check this out.

[ Saroyan ]
There's our boy. [ Hodgins ] Spew.

- It's very evocative.
- So our victim, Mayhem,

was the bassist.

The drummer is Wrath.
And the guitarist, Pinworm.

But they do have
a new bassist now.
His name is Grinder.

- What about real names?
- Well, I imagine they play
that pretty close to the vest.

Yeah. Kind of ruins
the magic...

when you find out that
Satan's name is Todd or Larry.

I'll tell Booth to search for
a death-metal band named Spew.

[ Booth ]
Wait a second.

What do you mean Gordon-Gordon
is gonna quit psychiatry?

Well, I asked him to write
the intro to my book
about you two...

and he told me he couldn't
because he was retiring.

Is it possible he
just hated your book?Thank you.

Perhaps now he'll find a pursuit
worthy of his intellect. [ Cell Phone Ringing ]

Neurochemistry, for example.Yeah, Booth. Hold on.
Slow down.

Okay, why would a man
with Wyatt's insights...

into the human psyche
want to be a mere scientist?
No offense.

Perhaps because psychology is
a field which is ill-defined
in conception...

and ineffective in execution.Thank you.

Okay, sounds great.
So Cam says we gotta track down
a death-metal band named Spew.

Totally underground--
no concerts listed,
no contact information.

- A death-metal band?
- Yeah.

But our victim's skeleton
was found in the possession
of a Norwegian black-metal band.

Death metal, black metal--
what's the difference?

In essence, death metal is about
brutal technical proficiency,

while black metal
is about emotion.

Now both of them exploit
adolescent feelings of
alienation, depression--

Right. 'Cause it all
just sounds like a truck
full of cymbals...

crashing into
a saw factory for me.

- Well--
- But historically, picayune,

internecine squabbles account
for a huge number of deaths.

Bones, just figure out cause
of death for me, all right?
"Interocerine" or whatever.

- How do you know
so much about this?
- I was really into death metal.

As a teenager. Not anymore.

Obviously.Really?

- Oh, come on.
- [ Booth ]
Come on what?

♪♪ [ Imitating Metal Growl ]
I don't like that anymore.

[ Brennan ] According to Booth,
there's no way to track
down this band, Spew.

No bars, clubs
or high schools.

The cross is carved
of 120-year-old black oak.

And was stolen
from St. Benedict Episcopal
Church six months ago.

That is some determined
desecration going on.

Yeah, well, the bones themselves
were covered in a patina of
smoke, tobacco,

marijuana, meth, animal blood,
semen and saliva.

- Who are these people?
- Sweets sent over a briefing.

Concerts are set up
at secret locations. And then
only insiders are invited.

- Then how do we find them?
- Aha! Well,

the dried mud from the treads
of the boots that were
duct taped to the victim...

contained bovine fragments
and infectious prion proteins.

- A slaughterhouse.
- A slaughterhouse closed down
due to mad cow disease.

Death-metal enthusiasts
prefer morbid, horrorcentric
venues for performance.

In addition, they tend
to perform for their fans...

in the same place they practice
and sometimes squat.

Like maybe this horrorcentric
condemned slaughterhouse.

Wait. How do we know
that those are his boots?
He was in Norway for months.

You are gonna be so proud.

The victim's foot size is 11,
same as his boots.

We need something more
than a matching shoe size.He's not finished.

Wear on his calcaneus and cuboid
suggests our victim walked
on the outside of his feet.

Supinator.One percent of the population
are supinators. That's a lot.

One percent
of size-11 teenagers
isn't good enough?

[ Clears Throat ]

This missing toe, did it
fall off after decomposition,

or was it
a preexisting condition?

That's exactly
what I was thinking.

[ Taps Keyboard ]

You see here? His toes
left an impression
inside the boot.

But there is no impression
corresponding with the big toe.

Are you satisfied that this
was the boot worn by the victim
while he was still alive?

It's a reasonable
conclusion.

- You want to say
"king of the lab"?
- No.

[ Wyatt ] So why do I have
the feeling that I'm being
taken somewhere terrible...

for a gangland whacking?

We are going
somewhere terrible.
We are.

Look, we-- we need
your expertise.

I'm sure
the estimable Dr. Sweets
is more than qualified.

Booth is lying
about needing you.What?

Bones, I was easing
into that. Okay?

Matter of fact, I might be
able to help you.

When I was a young man,
I dabbled quite extensively
in the rock-music scene.

Whoa, wait a second.
What were you, on lead
dulcimer in a flute band?

As a matter of fact,
I was the founder member
of a proto-glam rock outfit.

[ Brennan ]
I don't know what that means. It means...

that for three glorious years,
I wore spandex, silver lamé,

pancake makeup
and played a guitar
shaped like a spaceship.

- I was quite pretty in my way.
- Wait. You--
You were Noddy Comet.

- What's that?
- Noddy Comet! I always wondered
what happened to you!

- You were Noddy!
- I changed jobs. That's all.

Noddy Comet!
[ Laughs ][ Chuckles ]

[ Booth ]
I gotta get some
of those original tapes.

♪♪ [ Black Metal ]

♪♪ [ Man Growling Lyrics,
Indistinct ]

Actually, you know,
that fellow playing the bass
is really rather good.

- What?
- [ Booth ] Okay,
let's shut it down, guys.

Come on. F.B.I.!
Let's go! Hey!

I said F.B.I.
Shut it down!

[ Amp Feeding Back ]Oh!

Yes. Now if you recall,
it was shooting
inanimate objects...

that had you brought to me
for therapy in the first place.

- I thought it was
a justifiable shooting.
- I agree.

[ Booth ]
She agrees. See?

- You gonna put your gun down?
- Don't rush me, okay?

I'm thinking.

Are you coming?[ Booth ]
No. I discharged my weapon.

And I pulled desk duty
until the paperwork clears.

- You're 50 feet away.
- At my desk, okay?

So just put in the earplug
and let's do this.

Don't tell Sweets
about the earbud.

Booth wants us
to interrogate them.

He's not supposed
to be watching on his laptop
and talking in your ear.

- You just tell him
that's not happening.
- These are their real names.

Monty Bigelow,
Matt Stickney
and Darryl Moss.

[ Door Opens ]

All right, Bones.
So just ease into this.

What was Mayhem's
real name?

- Or you can just go at 'em
like a freight train.
- Dabbler.

His stage name was Mayhem,
not Dabbler.

Mayhem's a dabbler,
a poser, a douche.

Do you want to spend time
in jail, pinhead?

- You can't actually
arrest people, Bones.
- We live in a slaughterhouse.

You got something
worse than that?

All right, let's start over.
Tell us the name that Mayhem's
mother and father gave him,

and we'll charge you
with assaulting
a federal agent.

Oh, no.
You have that backwards.

No, Bones. He's right, okay?
They wantto be arrested.

Oh. Reverse psychology.

That term is almost
always misused.

Look, just tell tapeworm
that felony assault
is the best you can do.

Felony assault is the best
we can do, tapeworm.

Take it or leave it.

Justin. Justin Dancy.

When did you last
see Justin?

When I killed him, ate his heart
and took his job.

- I killed him too.
- I never even noticed
he was gone.

I ate his face off
before I killed him.

I am so much better
at interrogation
than I thought.

Those aren't legitimate
confessions.

All right, guys. Come on.
Give us a real answer.

About a year ago,
when he quit the band.

How about those charges?

[ Booth ]
Oh, where's he going?

- Booth.
- Yeah? What?

The one called Grinder
is different from the others.

His body language displays
an emotional connection
to the murder victim.

Okay. So what do you think
we should do?

We should arrange
to have him cleaned up--
revealed so to speak--

so that Dr. Wyatt
and I can talk to him
and exploit that connection.

Okay, great.

You do that.
I'll stay here on desk duty.Yeah, okay.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Clark ]
Posterior ilium,
right side.

Damage to
the cortical bone layer,
extending into the trabecular.

This skeleton was carted
from D.C. to Norway.

Then used as a prop
at ultraviolent concerts.
There's bound to be damage.

I enlarged the X-ray.

[ Taps Keyboard ]

See the multiple clefts
and wastage?

Suggesting the damage done
to the pelvic bone happened
very near time of death?

Now, because Dr. Brennan isn't
here, I'll guess that these
gouge marks came from a knife.

Someone went digging
into the victim's gluteus? Yes.

So, the victim was shot
in the ass, then killed in
some way yet to be determined.

Then the killer dug the bullet
out of the victim's--

Gluteus. Yes. Okay.

Let's have Hodgins swab
for trace evidence.

God knows what he'll find.
Maybe a little piece of Norway.

Ah, Darryl Moss.

Do come in. Sit down.

My name's Grinder.

Grinder? Have you looked
in the mirror?

Where are the other guys?
Did you delouse them too?

No, nobody else.
Just you, Darryl.

You're the new guy
in the band, right?
You replaced Mayhem on bass?

I told you.
I killed him for the job.

Mm-hmm. Dr. Wyatt tells me
that you are a skilled,

classically trained bassist
influenced by-- who is it--

Jaco Pastorius.
But you do everything you can
to hide that, don't you?

- I've never heard of him.
- No. No. 'Cause that would
ruin your street cred.

Justin Dancy's remains
show evidence of being used
as a stage prop...

for approximately
the last six months--
four of those in Norway.

- His name was Mayhem.
- He wasn't always Mayhem.

Just as you weren't
always Grinder.

Look, there he is.
That's Justin.

And that's you, Darryl.

Justin and Darryl.

You see,
what we want to do...

is find whoever
it was that killed
your boyhood friend.

What makes you think
I even know?

Everyone knows everything
in the metal world.

It's a small world
breeding whispers,

conjecture, secrets.

You may have even heard rumors
of who murdered him.

But you're not
gonna tell us, are you?
'Cause we're outsiders.

That would be
breaking the code.

So we're just
gonna ask, who
had him before the Norwegians?

[ Wyatt ]
Who crucified
your boyhood friend?

We would have got him back,
you know?

- Got him back
from who?
- Zorch.

- Excuse me?
- That lame deathcore outfit?

They consider
themselves deathcore.
I consider them crapcore.

What they did to Justin, though,
was totally awesome.

It was brilliant.

And what would
you have done with Justin
if you had stolen him back?

We would have hung him
up behind us, man.
It would have been epic.

Legendary.

♪♪ [ Black Metal ]

- ♪♪ [ Continues ]
- [ Crowd Screaming, Shouting ]

♪♪ [ Growling Lyrics ]

I'm disturbed that despite
my extensive training
as an anthropologist,

all of these bands
sound alike...

and appear to share identical
belief systems and mores.

Yeah, right. Except for the
trained anthropologist part,

that's how my dad felt
about Black Flag
and the Dead Kennedys.

I have no idea
what you're saying.

Listen, Bones. I don't
want you there alone, okay?

Just get a good look
at this guy and you get
out. You understand?

You ready?

Sweets?Sweets is there?

- Well, I think it's him.
- Yeah, I had to meld
to get information.

Zorch's lead singer
is Murderbreath.

[ Crowd Cheering ]

Look at that. Who does
he think he is, the guy
with the tongue from Kiss?

You know what? Just tell Sweets
to leave Gene alone.

Just get a photo
and get out of there.

Zorch and Spew
are sworn enemies.

It started out with the fans
throwing feces at each other.
Then some attacks.

Culminating
in medieval torture?

[ Crowd Chanting ]
Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!

- He's got a knife.
- Who's got a knife?

Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!

No, don't worry.
It's totally fake.

[ Crowd Cheering ]

That's not fake.

[ Booth ]
Whoa, whoa, what's happening?

Murderbreath slit
his own throat. Excuse me.

[ Booth ]
Is he still alive?

We need a compress.

- You could have asked.
- ♪♪ [ Stops ]

[ Brennan ]
Hold this against the wound.

- Booth, can you call it in?
- Listen. I'm not hanging up,
Bones--

- Help is coming.
- Bones? Bones!

Stand back, please!
F.B.I.! Stand back!

[ Gravely Voice ]
Why'd you arrest me?
I'm the one with the cut throat.

Ooh, maybe you shouldn't
talk too much.

- Uh, no. His larynx
wasn't affected.
- This is my actual voice.

-Sounds exactly like
when you sing.
-Sounds like gravel in a hubcap.

[ Sweets ]
So, that was a very
good night for you.

Word gets around
that you slit
your own throat for real.

You got it.
Tonight I'm a legend.

Do you have any idea
who switched your prop knife?

One of the guys in the band,
a fan, someone
from another band.

Maybe I did it myself.
Who cares?I bet it was Spew.

How about Spew?

Evidence
indicates that you killed
and crucified their bassist.

This just gets
better and better.
I'm getting credit for that?

No. See, the thing
is that same credit
could send you to prison.

Okay, listen, Bones.
Just tell him you don't care
if he did it or not.

- You'll just throw
his ass in jail.
- [ Scoffs ]

Look, it's all right to lie
during an interrogation, Bones.
It's a technique.

The evidence is inconclusive
regarding your guilt.

But I will damn well make sure
it's conclusive!

- Whoa! What?
- Atta girl. Give it to him.

I will perjure myself if I
have to because you make...

me sick, punk!

- Dr. Brennan?
- I'll put your ass on death row
and laugh at your execution.

I will testify that your knife
was used to make these gouges.

I will also prove that
whatever implements we find--
any props, knives,

cleavers,
all of your stage ware--

I will show that it was used
to mutilate his remains.

- Which they probably were.
- Good to know.

There's no rock concerts
in prison.

- There are no rock concerts
in prison.
- Rock concerts!

I want immunity from
desecration of human remains.

[ Slams Table ]No promises, dirtbag.

Just tell him that we will talk
to the prosecutor
on your behalf.

But we'll see what we can do.

Maybe six months ago,
there's a rumor...

Mayhem's dead and buried
under Bridge 6, westbound lanes,
State Road 66.

666-- the sign of the devil.

- Who told you?
- I don't know. Nobody.

Everybody.
It was in the air, man.

Dug up the bones.
Somebody heard about this
old Viking torture thing.

It sounded like a great gag.
And it was until
Skallestole it.

[ With Accent ]
Skalle.

- It doesn't matter.
- Just trying--

I dug him up, stole the cross,
fastened the bones to it.

But you didn't
kill him?

I believe him.

Mmm. Now my last official task
as an F.B.I. shrink...

is to declare you fit for duty.

Gordon-Gordon.
The gun under the table.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Shh. I'm sorry.

So Booth is back?He's back.

So, what's next for you, Doc?
I mean, when you stop
shrinking heads.

I've been accepted by
the Institute of Culinary Arts.

You're gonna be a chef?That's correct. Yes.

I'm gonna put good things
into people instead...

of taking out things
that are bad, which I know
sounds rather Freudian.

But Sigmund's
been largely discredited,
so to hell with him.

I don't see why
you can't do both.

Well, we still don't know
who murdered Justin Dancy.

Baby steps.
You will prevail.

This subculture, it takes
every notion of community
and turns it upside down.

Well, no matter what they say,
the fact remains
that they are artists.

They create.
No true nihilist ever creates.

These dark, tortured people
may rail against the night,

but they make music.

On an oscilloscope,
what we call music...

is demonstrably distinct
from what we call noise.

Your Dr. Sweets liked it
as an adolescent.

He's turned out rather well,
for the most part.

"For the most part"?

Well, I read his book.
And as is the case
with most writing,

it reveals more about the writer
than about the subject matter,
which, in this case, is you.

Can you provide an example?For one thing,

he finds it
extremely frustrating...

your lack of willingness
to discuss your childhood
experiences with him.

What does that tell you? [ Booth ] Do not ask him that.

He's gonna think we both
have traumatic childhoods.

We did! Your father
was a violent drunk,
and mine abandoned me.

Great. Thank you. Just tell
everybody here at the diner,
why don't you, Bones? Go ahead.

Sweets has scars
on his back. Old ones.

- Really?
- What kind of scars?

Well, like
he'd been whipped.Whipped?

- I saw them.
- That explains
his near obsession...

with your childhood trauma,
doesn't it?

Okay. I did an Internet search
of Spew's concerts.

Now this stuff is all uploaded
from cell phones.
So the quality is crap.

[ Taps Keyboard ] All right. Check this out.
This girl runs up.

Here's the gun. She fires.

Then Mayhem literally
spews the blood
all over the crowd.

And there's the blood.

[ Saroyan ]
Okay. Obviously fake.

Yeah. It's a set piece.
I've seen this same setup
maybe 60 times in two years.

Is it the same girl
every time?

I'm pretty sure it is. [ Hodgins ]
The image quality stinks.

Except I combined
all the different
cell phone versions.

[ Typing ] [ Saroyan ]
Nice.

We can get an I.D. from that.
Can you arrange these shows
in chronological order?

Well, they all contain embedded
cell phone codes. So, yeah.

Did he ever bleed from his ass?
Because that's where we found
the bullet fragments.

Clark determined
that the gunshot wound
to the victim's ilium...

occurred 10 months prior
to his death.

There.

He fell down that time
behind the audience.

- Have you got
another angle on this?
- [ Taps Keyboard ]

Oh, there.
The bullet splinters
his instrument.

[ Hodgins ]
Right into his ass. That's
our money shot right there.

Not so tough when the blood
is real, are you, metal boy?

[ Booth ]
So this is you,
isn't it, Lexie?

My manager said not to talk
to you until he gets here.

Death-metal chicks
have managers?

[ Scoffs ]

Ah, look at that.
Metal to what?

Power punk?

It's a much larger market.
But I still retain
my artistic integrity.

Right. Do you still shoot
bass players in your new gig?

Is that what this is about? It's
not my fault someone replaced
the blank with a real bullet.

No. I think you knew
that the bullet was there.

Otherwise, you would have
shot the guy in the neck
like every other time.

I'm waiting until
my manager gets here.

Okay, we can do that.
In the meantime, I'll show you
this picture here.

Okay? You see,

your boyfriend
is flinching before
you even pulled the trigger.

I say the two of you
were working on this together.

It was Justin's idea, okay?

He was always trying to prove
to the other guys he was more
hard core than them.

Was he?Well, uh, he wanted me
to shoot him.

So, yeah,
I gave him his props.Hmm.

he's coming after me
for shooting him in the ass
two years ago?

Justin's dead.
He was murdered.

What? God,
those stupid bastards.

Those stupid--
You have to get them.

Get who?I don't know.
Probably a fan found out.

You know, maybe someone in Spew.
This is totally my fault!

Okay, found out what?
Why is it your fault?

A year ago, he gave me a call
saying he wanted to get back
together and join my band.

Some hard-core metal fanatic
found out and killed him.

The striae and
kerf width on each side
of the bisected ribs...

match the saw
that the F.B.I. found
at the Zorch concert.

Fingerprints
are all Murderbreath's.

He already confessed
to digging up the corpse
and mutilating it.

So you're looking at
the greenstick fractures?

Yes.Hmm.

Would you mind
getting on all fours?

Uh, is that strictly necessary?

Yes, please.

So, the fractures
are adjacent...

to the articulation
with the spine.

Now with evidence
of inward bowing--
[ Gasps ]

Incomplete fractures,
evidence of inward bowing--

If I place
my knee in
your back--

[ Gasping ] Hello.
Tunnel vision, Dr. Brennan.

Oh, sorry, sorry.

That scenario explains all
the bone damage and fractures.

[ Exhales ]
So stabbed
and then garroted?

What if the wounds to the C5
aren't from a stab,
but instead...

the result of the victim
being garroted?

The puncture occurred
on the back of the neck.
But what would do that?

Barbed wire.

Yeah.
[ Clears Throat ]

Yes. His ex-girlfriend
is right.

Following her into
the mainstream would be seen
as the ultimate betrayal.

Mmm. Like leaving a cult.

We think that the victim
was garroted, most likely
with barbed wire.

Now the murderer will lay claim.
He'll keep a souvenir.

Yes. In the same way
that a serial killer will.

Right. But it isn't
for his own satisfaction.

It's a way of boasting
of what he's done
to the community.

Yeah, it's a totem,
a signifier of some kind...

that can only be discerned
by the cognoscenti.

Okay. How are
we gonna figure this out?
None of us speak Italian.

He does that, doesn't he?

He wants to be underestimated.

But you're one of the
cognoscenti, Dr. Sweets.

Oh, no.
I've outgrown that.

Mostly. Maybe sometimes I'll
listen to a few bootleg tapes
when I've had a bad day--

That's good, because
this music sucks, and the people
who listen to it are defective.

Thank you so much.

I have no doubt
that your parents said
the same thing to you...

when you listened to my music,
Agent Booth.

Mm-hmm. And according to one
of your squint reports,

a bullet was gouged
out of the victim's ass?

You read Clark's report?Well, only because
I was on desk duty.

[ Clears Throat ]
Now, that bullet could
be a good totem pole.

A totem, Booth.
A totem pole is much larger.

Yes, but nonetheless,
it would be a good totem--
pole or otherwise.

So someone murdered the kid
for leaving the fold.

Then uses a knife
to gouge out the bullet.

-Buries the body
under the bridge.
-Knowing that the cognoscenti...

will see the bullet
and assume he is the murderer.

But Murderbreath finds the body,
puts it on display.

Mm-hmm. Stealing credit.

- So we're looking
for a bullet then.
- Mm-hmm.

And lookit here.
Our good, happy friend, Pinworm,

wears a smashed bullet
round his neck
inside of a cross.

Is it too much to hope that
the fellow's scratching out his
confession in block letters?

[ Booth ] Right here.
Right inside the cross--
.22 caliber.

Completely consistent
with the mark it left
in the victim's ilium.

Okay, Bones and I
are gonna go in there.

What we do not need to hear
is a lot of psychological
mumbo jumbo stuff in our ears.

[ Door Opens ]

Okay, so are you bored
with psychiatry? Is that it?

People don't have the capacity
to surprise you anymore?

Oh, people surprise me.
You surprise me.Me?

Few people looking
at you would know what
you'd been through.

I beg your pardon?

Well, you were adopted.
And the people who adopted you
were an older couple,

probably too old
for standard adoption
of an infant.

Meaning you weren't an infant.
You were what? Four?

Six.Six. Yeah.

Special needs. A child who
had been through some sort
of hell, a damaged child.

But these were loving,
wonderful people.

Yes.They saved you.

But now they're gone.
You're an orphan.

My parents died within weeks
of each other.

Recently, I'd say.
The wound is still fresh.

Just before I came
to work here.

Yeah. So now you're
mostly alone in the world.

But they had time
to save you.

They gave you a good life.
And that's why you believe...

that people can be saved
by other people
with good hearts.

That's the gift
your parents left you.

That, and the gift
of a truly good heart.

That gives you
a deeper calling...

I do not share.

[ Taps Keyboard ]

I don't remember
where I got this bullet.

Well, you dug it out of
Justin Dancy's pelvic bone
with a knife.

Hard core, man.

I dug it out of his ass
and then hung it
around my neck.

Legendary. Well, if people
think that means...

I killed him, there's nothing
I can do about it.

You know, you're one of us.

Up to your elbows
in corpses and murder.
It's hot.

- Thank you.
- So what was, uh, Lexie--

like your Yoko Ono?

What is that--
a Bible reference?

So let's just say Justin
decided to go with Lexie.

What would that do
to your band?

No way any member of Spew
does that. Never happen.

- Why not?
- Because we are the real thing.

The genuine item.

Our music isn't made
to be enjoyed.

It's made to be feared.

It comes straight from hell.

Right. But you don't know
anything about hell.

- And you do?
- Well, see, I was a soldier
and a cop and--

I've identified hundreds
of victims of genocide.

I accept hell as a metaphor
for what I've seen.

You haven't seen hell until
you've been inside my head,
dreamed my nightmares.

Your delusional, cozy reality
doesn't even come close.

He's, uh-- He's enjoying
this attention.

It's what he feels on stage,
isn't it? The-- The power.

But his sense of power
is totally dependent
on an audience.

[ Taps Keyboard ]Um, ruminate on Milton,
Agent Booth.

Think Paradise Lost.

[ Clears Throat ]

[ Whispering ]
What does that mean?

Oh, uh, Satan's greatest sin
was pride, vanity.

Great, okay.
Well, you know what?
You're free to go.

- Wh-- What?
- My associate here tells me
that Murderbreath confessed...

to the murder
and crucifixion of Justin Dancy,
so you're free to go.

- Whoa. What? Murderbreath?
- Yeah. You're free to go.
Come on.

No. Murderbreath
did not kill anybody.

He weighs what, 40 pounds?
Have you not seen Mayhem?

Murderbreath didn't strangle
somebody with barbed wire.

It takes heft to choke
a big guy to death.

Barbed wire.

Wow. Well, you know, nobody
said anything about barbed wire.

I think the correct term
is "gotcha."

♪♪ [ Glam Rock ]

Noddy Comet! Huh?
Look at that. Unbelievable.

♪♪ [ Man Singing ]This is you singing?

Well, yeah. My alter ego,
I suppose you might say.

A bisexual spaceman with a taste
for six-inch platform shoes,
spandex, glitter...

and an exhibitionist's disdain
for underclothing.

Well, here's to Gordon-Gordon.

Without him, we would not have
been able to solve the murder.

- I hate to admit it, but
it's true. To Gordon-Gordon--
- [ Needle Scratches Record ]

Stop. Stop, please.
Look, this is exactly
what Sweets wanted.

"I'm too good a psychiatrist
ever to leave," et cetera.

Well, no. Just
put your glasses down,
will you, please?

[ Glasses Clatter Lightly ]

Might I offer you a word
of advice regarding
young Dr. Sweets?

- Might we try to stop you?
- Why do we need advice
about Sweets?

We don't.
Sweets is just fine.

He most definitely is not fine.
I've read his book.

What? Does he say something
mean about us?

On the contrary.
You might as well know that...

he lost both
his adoptive parents
just before he came to work...

for your de facto
crime-fighting unit.

Geez, what are we,
the Land of Misfit Toys?

He's a good lad, Sweets,
but this book he's writing,

he's using it as the vehicle
to get what he actually wants,

which is... a family.

So, he imprinted on us,
like a baby duck?

- So, what do we do?
- Nothing. Okay?
Sweets is not a baby duck.

He wants what we all want.
He wants to find out
his place in the world.

We can find a permanent place
for him, right?

[ Groans ]
Gordon-Gordon is gonna
want us to divulge...

or share or bond
or something awful.

Look. Perhaps you might
just show the lad...

that he's not the only one
with scars on his back.

But he is.

Too literal?

By the way,
what I'm making here,
this is the masterpiece...

that got me accepted
into the Culinary Institute,
all right?

But it doesn't keep.
So, uh, be back in
an hour, yeah?

- Let's go.
- But where are we going?

Duck hunting. Come on.Not literally.

Right?Come on. Quack-quack.
[ Clicks Tongue ]

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

♪♪ [ Glam Rock ]

♪ You don't have
to tell me now ♪

♪ If something's
on your mind ♪

♪ It really doesn't
matter what ♪

Oh! I miss you, rock and roll.
I really do.

♪♪ [ Continues ]

♪♪ [ Ends ]

[ Door Opens ] [ Brennan ]
Sweets?

Hi. What are you doing here?

Well, uh, Gordon-Gordon
is making dinner for us at
my place, uh, family style.

And, um, you're invited.

Thank you. But I've actually
got a lot of work here, and--

My foster parents locked me in
the trunk of a car for two days
when I broke a dish.

I was a very clumsy child.
They warned me it would happen.

But the water
was so hot and the soap
was so slippery.

I still don't think
it was fair, even though
they gave me fair warning.

[ Voice Cracking ]
The water was so hot--

No. It wasn't fair at all.
It wasn't your fault.

[ Whispering ]
Bones, what are you doing?

You said that
"scars on the back"
was a metaphor.

Isn't that why we're here,
to metaphorically
compare scars?

I came to bring Sweets back to
my place for dinner. That's all.

"Scars on the back"?

I saw them, Sweets.

So... what?

You decided to just share
something from your past?

That is so unlike you.

I still hate psychology.
Okay.

Your turn. Go.

I came here to bring Sweets
back to my place for dinner.
That's all.

Okay. If it wasn't for my
grandfather, I probably would've
killed myself when I was a kid.

Okay, that's all I'm gonna say
on the subject matter.
Understand?

- Are you okay, Bones?
- Yeah, I'm fine. Here.

Why are you nodding?Nothing.

Just... Wyatt made
an observation about you two.

And I think
I just saw what he saw.

- You coming?
- Booth means that we'd
like it if you joined us.

- Thank you.
- Great. Here we go. Let's go.

Gordon-Gordon
is making cassoulet.It's stew. It's bean stew.

[ Brennan ]
Cassoulet is better
than regular stew.

[ Booth ]
Just because it's French
doesn't mean it's better.

[ Sweets ]
It sounds better than stew. [ Brennan ] See?

It sounds better. [ Booth ]
It's stew.

What's that mean?