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- Oh! Oh! Oh! - Ah!

- You should've worn gumboots. - I'm fine. You know, I'm agile.

So, Hodgins asked Angela to marry him.

Twice.

- She turned him down both times. - I heard all this from Angela.

But did she tell you that he said he was... he wasn't gonna ask her to marry him?

Yes.

- And she said? - "I'd like to marry you."

Kinda sudden, Bones. Let me think about it.

What? No, Booth. That's what Angela told Hodgins.

You're joking.

A lot of psychologists say that jokes are the way we manifest our hidden desires.

Argh! Jeez!

- You OK? - Yeah, I'm fine. What have we got?

Uh, during a foot pursuit last night, a suspect tosses a knife into this mud to avoid arrest.

- The effluent gets drained, we find stuff. - Define "stuff".

Stuff... cellphones, guns, knives, crack vials.

If you want to lose something in this vicinity, toss it in here.

Probably think it's a bottomless pit.

Does the word "concise" mean anything to you?

Well, we found that. Concise enough?

It's small.

- Is it a kid? - Female.

Pelvic girdle and skull sutures suggest pre-adolescent.

- Child's pencil case. - How long has she been dead?

- Does this freeze over in the winter? - Yeah. Solid.

It's possible she was placed here as long ago as last fall.

- Cause of death? - Gunshot wound to the back of the head.

- Can you guess the calibre? - A.22.

- Find any.22s? - Two.

Get an FBI forensic team down here and search for bullet fragments.

I'll go call it in right now.

"I love you."

You said paedophiles can delude themselves into thinking they love their victims.

Nice, traditional church service. Very ecumenical.

That's great. As long as the reception makes Caligula blush.

- Let's hope he got his invitation. - Mm-hm.

- Hey, what are those? - They were found in this case.

Probably the victim's. And these are water samples full of organisms.

I found a large number of dead fairy shrimp in the mud beneath the remains.

I will not make a "Clap for Tinker Bell" joke.

Let's not discuss child murder and our upcoming nuptials in the same conversation.

That's a good idea.

Hey, do you want me to, uh, change my name?

Do you want me to want you to change your name?

Do you know what you're looking at?

It's a neck bone. It's... connected to the shoulder bone.

There's arthritic lipping here and here on the posterior dens.

- Arthritis? - For this to occur,

she had to look up, like this.

- Maybe she prayed a lot. - Four to six hours a day?

What did she want so badly?

Her father?

- Hey, baby. - Dad.

- Booth. - Put your hands up.

- Booth! - I was hoping we could get a drink first.

Max Keenan, you're under arrest as an escaped felon.

Oh, OK. Then I guess that's no on the drink, huh?

- Grab the cuffs out of my back pocket there. - No.

- What do you mean, no? - It's OK, baby.

I don't want to handcuff my father. He saved your life.

- Throw 'em here. I'll do it myself. - Telling me what to do. Hands on the wall.

- What are you doing here? - I hear you're getting married.

What? No. Angela's getting married, to Hodgins. Not me.

Oh, the bug guy. Well, that's great.

Will you shut up, please? Well... long enough for me to Mirandize him.

"The right to remain silent." Got it. We'll talk later.

I'm sorry. He killed the deputy director of the FBI. I'm just doing my job.

It's OK.

He's right.

Kisses, baby.

Uh, sweetie... was that your dad?

What do you mean that's not Max Keenan?

Cher, you know that's Max Keenan and I know that's Max Keenan.

But to the rest of the world, he's an electrician from Coos Bay, Oregon named Art McGregor.

That electrician murdered two FBI agents.

- Only one was still an agent at his demise. - The guy was a deputy director.

And a crooked, murdering, son of a bitch, not to speak ill of the dead.

Driver's licence, credits cards, tax returns. And this library card was issued 11 years ago.

- Complete history? - Yes.

We'll keep digging. But, cher, I don't know.

- I gotta cut that guy loose. - Legally speaking, that man is a law-abiding,

tax-paying, fully certified, dues-paying member of the international brotherhood of...

Since 1984.

Tell me something, Max. On a job site,

what's the most hazardous classification for an electrician?

Class 1, division 1. You planning a career change? Ah, you're checking out my prints.

Max, you know I like you and I hate to hurt Bones. But it's my job to catch you.

- And I'm very good at my job. - You'd have to be to work with my daughter.

What do you say? Shake hands with an old con.

Or is that bad for the FBI image?

You abandoned her as a child.

You don't think she feels that every time you pop in and out of her life? Hm?

You're just saying that so I'll hit you. Then you got a reason to lock me up.

20 years ago, that would've worked.

Your estimate was correct. This hole is consistent with a.22-calibre slug.

I learned "slug" from Cam. It's a colloquialism for "projectile".

Which so far the FBI has been unable to find.

OK. I have a face. But you are not going to like it.

That is an old woman.

I provided you with the tissue data for a ten-year-old Caucasian female.

Well, when I actually held the skull and started, the tissue markers felt wrong.

Angela, with all due respect to your art, facial reconstruction is a science.

It's both, babe. And this time, art made science her bitch.

Hey, moan all you want. I stand by this.

We should check for indications that we got the age wrong.

Because art made science her bitch?

The lipping on the vertebrae was caused by looking up over a period of several years.

That's a scientific rationale for rechecking.

Hey, Brennan. I'd like to ask you a favour.

Well, it's not so much ask a favour as extend an honour.

I hope you see it as an honour and don't think of it as some onerous duty.

- I don't think you will, but, then again... - Angela, just ask.

Will you be my maid of honour?

At the wedding?

- Is that yes? - I am... completely totally honoured.

- Really? I thought I'd have to tell you... - I don't even care how awful the dresses are.

I'm so glad you asked me.

I have your brother set up in auto supply.

It's a shade tree mechanic situation.

You set him up where? Oregon?

It's better that you don't know. He's in violation of his parole.

- Because you made him leave the state. - Your brother is on a slippery slope.

And, yeah, I know - the irony of me being a good influence.

But it's true. I am.

It's nice to see you smile. That's... that's something.

Booth is going to find proof of who you are. Then he'll arrest you.

Not tonight.

Did you come here just to tell me that Russ is OK?

No, actually. I have something for you that belonged to your grandmother.

I have a grandmother?

I know your mother and I told you that you didn't have grandparents, but...

Try it on.

I... I have to go to bed.

There are some inconsistencies with the remains,

which I have to address first thing in the morning.

OK.

You're welcome to stay here... if you want.

The couch would be great.

No, Dad. I... I made up the guest room,

in case you...

Good night.

- His fingerprints don't match? - There's nothing to compare them to.

Max Keenan got himself wiped from the system?

- That's right. - Who is he? Some sort of supercriminal?

It must've been Deputy Director Kirby. He wanted Max dead so made him invisible first.

That would be an ironic twist, seeing as how you want to arrest Max for Kirby's murder.

You don't have doubts about catching this guy? I mean, he is your partner's father.

No.

- Bones gets it. - You hope she does.

I'll get you a warrant to collect a DNA sample from the man.

You find something to compare it to.

No wisdom teeth suggests pre-pubescence. Lower bone plate and the radius, not fused.

- Angela is wrong. The victim is not yet 20. - Mm...

- What? - The arthritic lipping on the vertebrae,

degeneration in the collarbone, spiking on the superior articular process,

and all the large bones in her body show advanced deterioration.

Meaning Angela was right.

You're not wrong. Which is not the same as being right.

Progeria. She had one of the aging diseases.

Anyone want to hear about the hit my sketch got off the NCIC database?

Chelsea Cole, age 22. Went missing last November.

Good, Angela.

Really good.

Yeah.

- Zack... - I should've realised.

A disease which prevents the sufferer from entering puberty but simultaneously ages.

- I'd like you to be my best man on Saturday. - Things aren't always either/or.

At my wedding.

Saturday.

To Angela.

My best man.

- When do I have to decide? - You have to think about it?

Yes.

Fine.

Let me know what you decide.

You found her in a shopping cart?

- Yes. - From Tuft's Grocery?

- How did you know that? - Chelsea loved Tuft's.

Give her a dollar and she'd go down there and buy a candy bar or some cheap toy.

Everybody knew Chelsea, walking along with one small thing in a big cart,

bringing it home to show me.

Did Chelsea draw these?

Yes.

She's 22. These are the drawings of a young child.

Well, Chelsea had a... condition.

- Werner syndrome? - How did you know?

- What's that? - It's an aging disease

in which mental development can be a factor.

Your daughter spent a long time looking up, correct?

Chelsea was obsessed with the stars.

She thought they were signals from heaven showing people... the way home.

Mrs Cole, when Chelsea disappeared, you, uh, gave the police a name?

Joe Mellon.

He was a caretaker provided by the city while I was going to community college.

One night I came home from class

and her hair smelled like the shampoo I use. Lemons.

I always used baby shampoo on Chelsea.

That... that wasn't part of his job, bathing Chelsea?

Definitely not!

I complained to Child Services, and they launched an investigation.

Which ended as soon as Chelsea disappeared.

- I guess so. - No victim, no crime.

I absolutely did not molest Chelsea Cole.

- Why did Child Services let you go? - They didn't let me go.

They reassigned me, cos they know I didn't do anything wrong.

What did you not do wrong, Joe?

Chelsea Cole had the mental capacity of a six-year-old.

She got jam all over her and freaked out from being sticky. So I ran her a bath.

And I sat outside the bathroom door and made her talk to me while she was in the tub.

She used her mom's shampoo and it stung her eyes. She cried.

I went in and rinsed the soap out of her eyes.

Then I went back out and let her get dressed.

Which is what she told her mother, who did not listen.

Then why is Cynthia Cole so insistent that you were inappropriate with her daughter?

I crossed the line, man.

I suggested that Cynthia consider an alternate solution for Chelsea.

- What? An institution? - The woman was exhausted.

She was looking like crap. Failing her college courses.

She couldn't hold onto a job. Everything was going downhill.

Listen, Joe.

I want you to look me in the eye and tell me that you never touched that little girl.

I wiped the soap out of her eyes

and I wrapped a towel around her.

That's it.

This ring was passed down from daughter to daughter. It was a tradition.

You told Russ and me that we didn't have any relatives.

Well, honey, we were underground. We had new names. We had to tell you that.

- What's the truth? - Your mother's the oldest of three sisters.

If you want to seek them out, show them the ring, they'll accept you into the family.

- What about on your side? - Your mother was my only family.

And you and Russ.

You abandoned me for 15 years.

And I'll do whatever I can to make repairs.

- While running away from the FBI? - I have more.

A message from your mother on videotape.

- Wha... what does she say? - I don't know. It's for you.

When you're ready.

Hi. I'm sorry to interrupt. But I have a warrant here to take a DNA sample from you,

Mr Arthur McGregor from Coos Bay, Oregon.

I'm really sorry.

Zack?

There's a recalcification around this hole. It healed.

Zack, I'm getting married Saturday.

Two short days, man.

I need to know if you'll stand up with me.

I don't need a formal response. A simple yes...

Iraq?

- You can't go to Iraq. - The president is asking me personally.

No. Not personally. The president has a machine to sign for him.

He's probably talking to every forensic anthropologist in the country.

No. No way. You... you stay here and you be my best man. You let someone else go.

He says I'm at the forefront of my field. That my country needs me.

You can't go to Iraq. Zack, will you be my best man or not?

No.

Why?

Because if I decide to do what the president wants, and go to Iraq and get killed,

you won't remember your wedding with happiness.

Big assumption.

Rationally speaking, I'm not good at social ritual. You should ask Booth.

- Everything isn't rational. - It should be.

I no longer believe this is a bullet hole.

I believe this was created by a drill.

Chelsea had brain surgery when she was three.

- They had to drill into her skull? - Yes. To relieve the pressure.

- These are accurate. - I beg your pardon?

These are all constellations.

Centaurus, Aquarius, Gemini.

Oh, I knew Chelsea loved the stars, but I never thought her drawings were actually...

- They're real? - This one's Delphinus. The Dolphin.

It was my favourite when I was a child.

My mother and I both love dolphins. So that was something that we...

shared.

Mrs Cole, why exactly did, uh, your daughter require brain surgery?

Why do you ask it like that? You think I did something to Chelsea.

Head injuries are extremely common in children who are physically abused.

Excuse me, but it's very important that I take my medication on time.

My daughter, age three, fell out of bed.

She didn't stop crying, so I took her to hospital.

She had the surgery. It was then that they discovered that she had the aging disease.

Did Mellon tell you I physically abused my daughter because I grabbed her arm once?

Once?

- Booth. - Dude, will you stand up for me on Saturday?

- Against who? - No. I mean, be my best man?

- Sure. Wow. - I know. Big honour.

No. Yeah. But you didn't give me much time to put a bachelor party together.

- No bachelor party. - Is that Hodgins?

He wants me to be his best man. So, what do you want me to do?

Stand there, make a toast, hand over the ring,

tongue-kiss the maid of honour at the reception.

- Excellent. OK, who's the maid of honour? - No idea. But Angela's friends are really hot.

I'm the maid of honour.

Why?

Uh, listen. You need me to connect with the bride's father?

Put together the toast, the speeches and all that?

Hodgins, are you there?

Angela's father. Oh, I forgot all about him.

- She has AIDS. - Angela?

Cynthia Cole. The victim's mother. HIV or AIDS.

- What? All that medicine she took? - I recognised one of them. We'll ask Cam.

In the mud sample taken from beneath the remains, I found dead anostraca.

- Fairy shrimp. - Shrimp can live outside the ocean?

- They're branchiopods... - Moving on.

I wanna know if they can be poisoned by feeding on decomposing flesh.

- Oh, God. Please tell me that... - That's not human. That's Spam.

Which has been injected with a number of organic poisons.

Ah. We'd like to introduce a colony of Artemia salina.

Commonly referred to as "sea chimps".

- If they die, I can check what poisoned them. - What do you want from me?

- Permission. - Why?

You said you'd fire us if we did any more experiments without clearing them first.

Boys, you've got Spam and sea chimps.

You get anything out of that and I will...

buy you each a car.

- Release the hounds. - What?

Pour in the sea chimps.

I found that anticlimactic.

Yeah.

- Do you like your father? - I love my father.

- I think I love my father. - Well, that's normal.

But he ran out on me, and Russ. He robbed people.

He's a murderer.

He got my mother killed. You know, how does he expect me to...

It's hard to trust someone who's abandoned you. Especially a parent.

Am I...

Am I terrible for not

wanting to let myself care about my own father?

Look, Bones, your father is gonna do something tomorrow that's gonna hurt you,

- how do you forgive that? - I'm not a bad daughter?

Bad person?

You're not a bad anything.

Hodgins figured out what killed Chelsea Cole.

Branchinecta lindahli. Also known as the fairy shrimp. Not a true shrimp. A branchiopod.

You want to hurry up? I got a tux I need to rent.

Zack and I did a brief experiment involving sea chimps.

Sea chimps? I love sea chimps.

To confirm they would feed on decomposing human tissue?

- Thanks for ruining the sea-chimp thing. - Did they?

They went after that pork by-product like piranhas after skinny-dippers.

Did you find anything in the shrimp beneath Chelsea's body?

Yeah.

They were exposed to non-nucleoside reverse transcriptase inhibitors.

- I feel bad for the sea chimps, but... - Booth.

Chelsea Cole was poisoned by an overdose of Nevirapine.

- What's that? - AIDS medicine.

- AIDS medicine? - It was her mother.

We'll be able trace that back to you.

- I loved my daughter very much. - The hell you did.

She got to be too much for you so you killed her.

- You don't understand. - I don't think you'll find anyone who does.

Your daughter had the mind of a six-year-old. She loved the stars. She trusted you.

- We're here. - And you killed her.

Raltegravir,

MK-0518,

Tenofovir.

None of those is a trade name for Nevirapine.

Wait. MK-0518

is still in experimental trials to replace Nevirapine.

She used her old medicine to poison Chelsea. Thanks, Cam.

Cynthia Cole, you're under arrest for the murder of your daughter, Chelsea Cole.

Could you please take down the pictures Chelsea drew?

I don't want anyone to come in and just throw them away.

You threw away your own daughter. Why would I do you a favour?

You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in court.

In 1978, Max Keenan robbed a Piggly Wiggly in Carbondale, Illinois.

The clerk hit him with a baseball bat.

Keenan pressed napkins to his head to staunch the blood. Left them behind.

- Don't tell me... - State Police have said napkins in evidence.

Agent Booth, you wanted me to get this information for you, correct?

Good work, Charlie.

Hey.

I mean...

Hurr hurr hurr!

You get that a lot, right? The whole..."hurr hurr hurr" thing.

- Can I help you? - I'm Jack Hodgins.

You seem OK to me so far.

Well, I suddenly realised... My best man said speeches at the wedding...

- You know about the wedding? - Ah, yes. It's no coincidence I'm here.

Well, it occurred to me that you might have a traditional...

You're Texan and... I mean, really Texan.

Guitars-and-hot-rods Texan,

so I figured I should ask you for your daughter's hand in marriage...

- as a sign of respect. - You're making a huge mistake, son.

- Marrying Angela? - No. If Angie finds out that a man, you,

asked another man, me,

for her hand, or any of her other fine parts,

horrible complications will ensue.

- I didn't think of that. - You could get us both killed.

OK. Good advice.

You got any more?

Always play it in the key of G demolished.

I don't know what that means.

Well, if you do, you do. If you don't, you don't.

Forget it.

Hodgins.

I've got cars, and I've got guitars...

and I got guns.

You treat my little girl right,

you'll only see the business end of the cars and guitars.

# I done ran into my baby

# And finally found my old blue jean

# I could tell that they was mine

# From the oil and the gasoline

- Am I gonna need to use my gun, Max? - You got your piece of paper?

I'm placing you under arrest for the murder...

Oh, fine, fine. Sure. You know what? You can take me. You're right.

I'm not gonna abandon her again.

- You're not gonna resist? - It's your lucky day.

- Great. - No, no. Wait a minute.

No. See, I'm wrong. I can�t just go quietly. It's not my nature.

- Max, I got a gun. - I can't surrender. You'll have to shoot me.

- You... you understand. - Not your nature?

Yeah. Maybe it's a character flaw.

Yeah, shoot me. Shoot me. But in the leg, please, if you don't mind.

- OK. - Hold up. One second. Thank you.

- Ready? - Whoa!

- Oof! Hey, that's good, kid. You're throwing. - Argh!

- What's the matter? Got a glass jaw? - You know what? You talk too much.

Right in the face? Jeez. Time. Time.

- You had enough? - Wait. I'm old.

There's no time-outs during an arrest.

Oh!

OK, I'm done. I'm done. It's over. I'm finished.

Let's go. Ooh!

Oh, God. That really hurts.

Hi, Temperance. It's Mom.

I don't know when or if you'll ever see this.

I hope to put it in your hands myself,

see you again with my own eyes.

But this is a hard, hard world.

Your father and I left you and Russ to save your lives.

People would have killed you to get us.

That's not what this is about.

Today is your 16th birthday.

I'm so sorry not to be there

to tell you all the things that a mother should tell her daughter when she turns 16.

And sorry not to give you this.

It's an heirloom from my side of the family.

And starting today, it's yours.

I don't know how long it will take me to get it to you. But I promise you I will.

You're gonna hear a lot of things about your parents,

especially about your father.

He is a good man.

It was my insistence to leave you kids.

Max would've kept us together, fought until the end.

I'm not sure he'll ever forgive me for that. So please, Temperance,

I need you to forgive me.

And if you can't forgive me, I beg you, honey...

forgive your father.

Because he is a very good man.

Remember this - you were cherished in this world.

Adored.

What I did to you may have been wrong.

But I did it out of love.

I did it out of love.

Chelsea thought that... stars were signals from heaven

showing how to get home.

Your AIDS cocktail wasn't working.

You were sick,

dying.

They put you on an experimental drug

and you felt even worse.

Your worst nightmare was coming true.

Chelsea was going to outlive you.

No foster parent would take her.

You did what you did...

out of mercy.

We went to the park.

And I gave the...

I told Chelsea that it was candy.

We, uh...

We sat there looking up at the stars.

I didn't know what to do with her.

I didn't have any strength left.

And then...

I remembered the water.

And I thought it was deep...

peaceful, you know?

And then...

like you were being punished,

the experimental drug started to work, didn't it?

Yes.

You got better.

What you did was wrong.

But you did it out of love.

How do I look?

Good.

How come yours looks so much better?

I took this and yanked...

Have you been to Iraq?

Classified information. You aren't cleared for that.

- Does it hurt to get shot? - What?

I've been blown up. That wasn't as bad as I expected. But I've never been shot.

- Booth? - Yeah?

Better?

- Wow. You look great. - You said I looked good before.

Whose day is it, huh? It's Angela's. Come on. Let's go. There you go.

- Bones? - Yes?

Listen. I'm, uh...

I'm sorry I had to arrest your father.

We don't have to talk about that right now. You did your duty. I understand.

Yep. But...

- Bones. - What?

- He could've gotten away. - What?

We got into a fight. Your dad could've escaped capture.

- So he beat you? - No.

- You gave him a chance to get away? - No. I didn't say that.

- I don't see any alternative. - He chose to be arrested

because he felt if he abandoned you again, he'd lose you forever.

I just thought you should know.

Thanks, Booth.

Hi.

I'd, uh, like to get married now.

Welcome, everyone.

We have gathered here today to join together in matrimony

Jack Stanley Hodgins

and Angela Pearly Gates Montenegro.

- Who gives this woman? - I give you this beautiful woman.

I've got a show.

Have a good time, everybody.

Angela and Jack have invited us all here today

to be part of something beautiful.

Two people standing before their friends, family, and community

to say, "You are the one I love."

"You are the one for whom I forsake all others."

Excuse me.

Is this the Hodgins-Montenegro nuptials?

- It's trying to be. - I'm with the State Department.

It's imperative that I speak with Hodgins and Montenegro before these proceedings...

proceed.

Come on, then. Let's get this figured out.

We�ll, uh, be right back.

- Booth? - Yeah?

Is there any sense in ducking when you're shot at?

Your body ducks whether you want to or not.

- Why? - You can read this later.

Then explain it to everyone.

Why me?

You know more about duty and honour than anyone else I know.

- Angela is already married? - Totally, unmistakably, legally married.

As federal employees, your marriage licence underwent special scrutiny.

- Especially since your wedding was rushed. - You married in Fiji four years ago.

I jumped over a broomstick with a guy.

I'm sorry.

Jack, I... I...

I'm sorry. This is my fault.

No worries.

No worries. We'll just...

We�ll, um...

There's a lot of people expecting a wedding.

Yeah.

I made this huge deal out of getting married right away.

- And they all... and... - Run.

- What? - Flee! Scram! Skedaddle!

Oh, I like it.

Change of plan. Please go to the reception.

Thank you for coming.

# Gimme all your lovin', all your hugs and kisses too

# Gimme all your lovin', don't let up until we're through

What do we do now?

# Gimme all your lovin', all your hugs and kisses too

# Gimme all your lovin', don't let up until we're through

What's that mean?

ENGLISH SDH