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All right, ten hours down

and only three more to go.
I got this.

Seriously, just pull over

and get some sleep.
This is crazy.

You want to know
what's crazy?

Letting Betty move to New York.

Not stopping the woman I love

from making the biggest mistake
of her life.

It actually sounds like Betty's
doing extremely well out there.

I mean, it's been four years,
Gordy.

Yeah, four years I couldn't stop
thinking about her.

Dude, you and Betty dated for,
like, a month.

If you show up on her doorstep,

trust me,
you're gonna look insane.

Ah, you want to know
what's insane?

Letting Betty go to New York.
That's insane.

Gordy, enough. You need sleep.

You're starting to sound
like a lunatic.

Nah, that's just the sound
of love, my friend.

The sweet, sweet sound of--

Oh!
What?

What's wrong?

What's going on?
Oh, my God!

Gordy, what's going on?

Is everything all right?

It just fell from the sky

like some damn bird
or something!

Gordy? Gordy?

Gordy? Gordy!

Gordy?!

What the hell just happened?

And do not tell me
that was the sound of love.

That was the sound of death.

Tell Mama
I just crashed her car.

Oh, sh...

Oh...

The victim jumped
30 feet off an overpass

and landed on
a passing car.

That's
gonna leave a dent.

I imagine it would
and given the, uh,

gravitational acceleration rate
of 9.8 meters per...

Ah, come on, Bones.
It's too early for math.

Too early.
It's never too early for math.

Anything before
12:00 is too early,

anything after
12:00 is too late.

That leaves no time
for math.

I don't want math.
I want math.

It's way too early.

Hey, take a look there,
that's Dr. Mayer, right?

Oh, Dr. Mayer,

it's so nice to
see you again.

Oh, Dr. Brennan,

Agent Booth.

What a treat. Please, join me.

Uh, well, we-we got some food
to go, so--

I got to get Bones here
back to the lab.

You're wearing your
Jeffersonian lanyard.

Are you coming in

to help I.D.
the jumper?

Actually,
I've hung up my lab coat.

I never thought of you
as one to retire.

Oh, heavens no.

I woke up one morning and...

just found
the passion was missing.

Well,
if you're not working anymore,

why are you wearing
your Jeffersonian badge?

I'm studying prairie dogs
with the zoology department.

Prairie dogs?

Oh, actually, they're
fascinating little creatures.

Did you know
their entire mating window

is one hour a year?

By "fascinating,"
you mean "sad," right?

Uh, congratulations
on your new career path.

You seem-- you seem happy.

Sometimes it just takes
a new match

to get the old flame
burning again.

Tell that to the prairie dogs,
huh?

Okay, got to go.
Let's go, Bones.

Bye.
Thank you, dear.

Ooh, okay,
how about "Hulk Bones:

"A study on the skeletal effects

of incredible physical
strength."

That's a great idea, Hodgins.

Unfortunately,
to write that paper,

I would need Hulk's bones.

And since the Hulk
doesn't actually exist...

Trust me,
your dissertation committee,

they're gonna eat it up.
It's gonna prove

that you can think
outside the box.

Or, that you've completely
lost your mind.

Mr. Bray,
please catch me up

on what you've discovered
thus far.

Based on the size
of the femoral head

coupled with the strong
torsion of the femoral neck,

the victim was a Caucasian male.

Well,
excellent work,

given the condition
of the remains.

Burnt, broken,

and cut to ribbons.

Well, if he wanted
to kill himself,

he certainly
accomplished his goal.

Our victim did not want
to kill himself.

Well, according to
the police report,

he jumped off
an overpass.

The fractures
on the skull

are dry breaks.

Which means he was actually dead
before he fall.

This was a murder

made to look
like a suicide.

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The irregular rim
contour of the sternal rib ends

indicates an age range
of mid-to-late 40s.

And judging by the tobacco
staining localized

on the canines and incisors,
our victim

spent the majority of
those years smoking.

Prolonged effect of
nicotine exposure on long bones.

No, coccyx.

Um, sorry,

I'm trying to decide what to
write my dissertation about.

I recommend you choose wisely,

as it will be one of
the most important decisions

of your professional
career.

Thanks. As if I wasn't
already stressing enough.

What is it that excites you
about the field of anthropology?

I don't know. Uh,
lots of things.

Your dissertation on
the effects of tribalism

within ancient
Karakorum

was certainly an early
inspiration for me.

Oh, as it should have been.
It's an exceptional paper,

as are the other four
I've written.

You wrote five
dissertations?

I was curious about
a variety of topics

and I couldn't decide which one
to focus my attention on, so,

I just wrote
all five.

Bu-- wasn't
that a lot of work?

Yes, Mr. Bray.
That was the point.

Uh, it's tough
to be certain,

given the condition of the
skull, but there seems to be

evidence of
frontal bossing.

Hmm. Aside from
the tobacco staining,

did you discover
anything unusual

about the victim's
teeth?

He had a few crowns,
but that's about it.

I would like to
remove one of those crowns.

A baby tooth.

As I suspected.

Evidence of
enamel hypoplasia.

It appears

the victim suffered
from malignant

infantile osteopetrosis
as a child.

That's a pretty rare disease.

Which means it may be able
to provide us with an ID.

Ooh.

Hey, uh, I checked with
the local hospitals,

found a patient matching
our victim's description.

Ooh.

Uh, victim's name
is Ronald Bergman,

but you may
know him better as

the mattress king
of Southeast Baltimore.

This sounds like a good
case for James Aubrey,

the murder solving king
of Washington D.C.

What?
Hold on a second.

Ah.

Are you giving me
lead on this?

You know what, Aubrey,
if you want to

be a Supervisory
Special Agent,

you got to get a little ASA
experience under your belt.

Wow, thank you, Booth.

So does this mean that,
like, I'm your boss now?

Listen, Aubrey,
if you have to ask

if you're my boss,
you're not my boss.

Okay.

Look at that.

Oh! Double tap-in.

Whether it's
riding a monster wave,

taking a stroll on Mars,

or...

just catching some Zs,

here at Snoozeland,

we'll help you
achieve your dreams!

That guy seems so sweet.

It's obvious he really cared
about what he was doing.

I've never seen you
get so emotional

over a commercial before.

Well, in this age of snark,

I'm just thankful for someone

with some good
old-fashioned sincerity.

Then I'll save the snark
and get right to the point.

Angela, I have a job for you.

Apparently, one that reeks
of burnt human hair.

Thigh hair, in fact.

The victim's cell phone
melted to his leg

during the fire.
All right,

so do you think there's
enough left to pull the data?

Wow, this thing
is really cooked,

but I'll give it a shot.
Okay.

So, Ms. Martin,

now, uh, you are the manager
of Snoozeland, is that correct?

I am. And we're actually
pretty busy right now,

so the sooner we can
get this over with, the better.

Okay.

Sensing some
annoyance.

That would be
because I'm annoyed.

Oh.

We're in the middle
of a giant sale

and I don't have time--

What is it?

What did my idiot ex
do this time?

What? No.

Uh, this is
about your boss.

He was found dead
this morning.

Ronny?
Yeah.

And we have reason to
believe that it was murder.

I knew this
was a mistake.

What was a mistake?

Ronny is a... creative guy,

full of all these wild ideas.

And after directing
all the Snoozeland commercials,

he decided he was ready
for the real thing.

A real commercial?

Movie.

Said he was gonna be
the next Gordon Welles.

Orson Welles?

Sure. Whatever, I don't know
about any of that stuff.

All I know is:

Ronny wrote himself a story,
took a leave of absence

from work and went off
to make his movie.

Huh.

This movie was
all Ronny could think about.

It was going to be
his Citizen Crane.

- So I've been going through the burnt blobs...
- Whoa!

...that used to be
our victim's shoes.

Geez, Hodgins.

You cannot just roll up on me
like that.

I'm in a wheelchair, Cam.

I have no choice
but to roll up on you.

Fair enough.

So, so far, the only
thing I've found

in the victim's
shoe treads

are a piece of
cigarette butt

and some small
white marble chips.

Like the kind used
in decorative landscaping?

He had to have been walking
around in this stuff

shortly before he died.
The only problem is:

white marble chips,
they're not rare enough

to tell us where that was.

Yeah, well, wherever he was,
he was in a struggle.

Looks like there are
two incisions

on his right forearm.
Well, yeah,

the guy did fall
through a windshield.

But there's no trace
of glass in these incisions.

They appear to be
defensive wounds.

Unfortunately,

the tissue is too badly
compromised

to get a better
description.

All right, well, let me swab,
I'll see what I can find.

Come to Poppa, you nasty
little piece of flesh.

This is a fairly
decent operation.

I mean, it's no Bone of
Contention or anything.

The one thing I learned
about these guys,

these creative types,

they're definitely
a breed of their own.

You know, I heard the guy
who played Agent Andy

is in rehab now.

Hey, stop with the
TMZ, just focus.

And action!

Okay, I thought our director
was supposed to be dead?

Well, lead, Aubrey, lead.

Oh, dear God, this is
like spring break on bath salts.

Oh! Oh, no!

Excuse me?

FBI.

Who's the director here?

Uh, I think his
name is Kirby

or Herby or something.
I'm not sure.

Yesterday, dude was
just the sandwich boy.

Yeah and now
he's directing this.

Whatever this is.
Be careful with those guts!

They're rentals.

Look out!
What...?

I'm gonna eat you!

I'm sorry, but what
is this movie supposed to be?

Radioactive Party Panthers

from Fort Lauderdale.

Thought you guys were supposed
to know this stuff.

We know enough, Kirby.
Enough to be talking to you.

I like the sound of that.

And I'm sorry.
You guys are with FBI?

I haven't heard of them.
Are they new?

You haven't heard of the Federal
Bureau of Investigation.

Oh, that FBI.

Bummer. I thought you guys
were, like, Hollywood agents.

Real agents.

We are real agents.
Investigating a real murder.

So why don't you tell us
why the sandwich boy

is suddenly directing
a dead man's movie.

Ron is dead?

Yeah.
Friggin' A.

I guess that explains
why I couldn't get ahold of him

this morning.
Sorry, so you thought,

because you knew how
to make a cheese sandwich,

you could direct his movie?

Okay, I went to film school.

I know how story works.

I know why I'm a suspect.

But trust me, I didn't kill Ron
to take control of his movie.

Why should we believe you?

'Cause he was already
giving me plenty of control.

When was the last time
you saw Ron?

Last night.

We finished shooting
at the hot tub warehouse

around 10:00,
and everyone went home.

Did you notice
anything strange about him?

Acting weird?
Anything out of the ordinary?

Nope. It was just
your normal day shooting

a radioactive panther attack
in a hot tub store.

So, how many cameras
did Ron usually have rolling?

As many
as he could get.

Ron was the type of director
that shot everything.

Oh, great.

Listen, we're gonna need
to get ahold of that footage.

Sure. Yeah. I can also give you
some of the stuff I shot today.

I got this great shot
of a disembodied arm's P.O.V.

No. We're good. Thank you, bye.

Killer Klowns from Outer Space?

Aaah! Zombies!!? Come on, you
had to have heard of Sharknado.

Those are all
scientifically implausible.

Oh, completely. But I think
that's part of the appeal

of B movies-- they offer
a mindless escape.

So people enjoy these movies

because they don't
require them to think?

After a long day at work,
don't you ever just want

to go home and turn it off?

No. I enjoy using my mind,

and so should you.

Have you made any progress

in determining a topic
for your dissertation?

I've got nothing.

Perhaps reading

my unpublished dissertations

might inspire something in you.

That would be awesome.
Thank you.

There appears to be severe
perimortem blunt force trauma

on the sacrum, T8 and T9,

and the right scapula.

Judging
by the indistinct wound edges,

and heavy amount
of fracture lines,

the weapon used to create
this damage had a round outline.

Maybe a pipe, or a baseball bat?

Until the skull's reconstructed,

there's no telling if this
beating was cause of death.

The cell phone's motherboard

was partially
burned by the fire.

So, what are you doing
with the heat gun,

burning up the rest?

No. The hot air
isn't gonna hurt it.

I'm just using it to desolder

the phone's primary
data storage chip.

And as long as the chip

wasn't completely fried
in the fire,

I should be able to use

chip-off forensics
to retrieve the phone's data.

Okay. Well, as soon as
you're done with that,

I'm gonna need you to go
through the film footage

Aubrey's
sending over.

Oh! Oh...

Oh. Can I do it, please?

I love watching campy B movies.

Of course you do.

All of them involving
giant man-eating bugs.

I can't tell you how many times

I've suffered
through Earwig Armageddon.

Have you swabbed the injuries
on the victim's arm?

I have, and I found, uh,
traces of keratin in the wounds.

Like, from a fingernail?

Or a razor-sharp claw.

Specifically,
a razor-sharp panther claw.

So, the victim
was self-financing

the entire project. At
the time of his death,

he'd already put up
a million bucks.

Mm.

Plenty of money,
plenty of motive.

Yeah. Um, I don't know.

I-I'm thinking about maybe
going a different route.

I mean, you do know
that Ron was attacked

by a panther on the set, right?

You want me to bring
the panther in for questioning?

No, no, no. But the guy
who supposedly trained it.

This guy right here, uh,

Dwayne Hawkins.
He did five years for assault

with a deadly weapon, 'cause
his grizzly mauled another actor

on a previous set.

Right. Another incident
like that

would certainly land him
back in jail.

Yeah. You know. I'm just
thinking, maybe he decides

to cover up the panther attack,

kill Ron, make it look
like a suicide...

I thought that I was supposed
to be lead on the case, here.

I'm just trying to help.

Appreciate that,
but you keep telling me

where to go,
what leads to follow,

wouldn't even let me
drive to the movie location.

You're like a turtle behind
the wheel. You're like...

What?

...a turtle. We would've
still been in the parking lot

Right, but we would've got...
...if you were driving, Aubrey.

We would've got there.
That's my point.

You know, you got to let me
work my own pace, here.

Fine. That's your case.
Go ahead.

Thank you.
Go ahead. Walk it out.

I will.
Slow.

You're still not driving.

That is a pretty gnarly scar
you got there.

Bald eagle tried to rip my eyes
out during a car commercial.

Turns out they don't like
wearing top hats.

Doesn't look like you got
the, uh, best record

with these animals, Dwayne.

You're talking about the
incident with Chauncey?

Chauncey, yeah.
The, uh, man-eating bear

that nearly killed an actor

on the set of your last movie.

I take full responsibility for
what happened on Captain Carnie.

But I served my sentence.
Yeah, well maybe this time,

you didn't want to serve
your sentence. See, we know

that your panther attacked Ron.

It was a little scratch.

I don't think
that counts as an attack.

And that scratch that had enough
juice to put you back in jail.

Ron got scratched
because he was careless.

That's certainly true.
He hired you.

Look. First, the guy tells me
he wants a cat,

so I get him a calico.

Then he decides it's
got to be a panther.

Well, all the panthers I know
are working.

I scramble, but I find him one.

Just some random panther,
off the street?

Pretty much.
Okay.

Which would've been fine,

if I had a chance
to work with it.

Ah. So Ron got scratched because
he didn't give you enough time

to properly train the animal.

The guy didn't know
what he was doing.

When you're in charge
of a set with weapons,

and stunts, and animals, and you
don't know what you're doing,

people get hurt.

And if anyone knows that,

it's you.

Yeah.

Angie, step aside. I am
commandeering the Angelatron.

Uh, I'm actually
kind of busy right now.

Trust me. This is much,
much more important.

Well, it better be.

I still have a pile of cooked
flesh I need to analyze.

Okay. So I was looking
through the dailies,

and look what I found.

Why does that guy look familiar?

Because that is
David Faustino.

He played Bud Bundy
on Married... with Children

for like ten years.
I love that show.

That's a good get
for Party Panthers.

I'm sorry.
Is he on a roof?

Well, not for long.

And action!

Suck my waves,

Party Panthers!

Guys, you all right?
Oh, ow. That sounds like it hurt.

You son of a bitch, Ron!

You could have gotten me killed!

I should break your stupid
little freaking neck!

Cut!

It sounds like Bud Bundy
just threatened our victim.

Ladies.

So, Mr. Faustino.

Uh, what am I, your grandpa?

- Call me Tino.
- Okay.

According to the Internet, you
got kicked off your last movie

for fighting with the director.

Okay, dude,

I've auditioned
to play cops before.

Okay? I know the drill.
Just get to your point.

You got a history of violence
towards directors,

you threatened to kill
your current director,

and now he's dead. How's that?

Okay, well. I fought
with my last director

because I wanted to do action,
and that slapdick

only saw me as a comedy guy.
I mean, come on.

Okay? But Party
Panthers is different.

Ron let me showcase
my muscles.

Let me be an action star.
And that's why

I loved working with him.

Okay. 'Cause I saw the footage.

Didn't really look like
you loved working with him.

Yeah. Well, that, uh...
that stunt mishap

made me look like a punk.

Okay? I was embarrassed.
And when I get embarrassed,

I get pissed.

Yeah. Really pissed.

Like vein-popping pissed.

What can I say?
I'm a passionate man.

But ultimately, I realized
the stunt was my fault.

Okay? It was my idea.
I was the one pushing it on Ron.

I was so excited about it,
I probably didn't give him

enough time
to properly plan it out.

Right. Hurry up and shoot.

That seems to be the theme
of this movie.

Yeah, well. You ever
heard the saying,

"Time is money?"

Well, this is a
low-budget movie.

Yeah.

Was a low-budget movie.

You guys are done.

Whoa, whoa. Dude, bro.

We only have
a couple scenes left.

You can't just shut us down.

Oh, sure I
can. And, uh,

if I were you, I'd hold off
on booking my ticket

back to L.A. just yet.

Hey, Angie. So I've been
watching more of the dailies.

Uh, I don't care.

You are not taking
over my monitor again.

No, no, no. So, Faustino.
He plays this character

named "Pamanther."

Half man,

half panther. Why?

Because sometimes the only way
to stop a panther

is to become a panther.

That makes no sense.

And yet, still, it is awesome.

What's going on here?

Uh, I'm sorting

through some texts
on the victim's phone.

Anything good?

Here's one, from the owner

of Funtown Amusement Park.

Allen Peppermelt, threatening
to gut Ron like a pig

and use his intestines as floss.

Funtown?

Didn't we bring
Michael Vincent there once?

Yeah. It was awful.

Remember, they gave us those
used stuffed animals as prizes?

Oh. Geez.
That's right.

Hey, Angie. Do me a favor.

Call up a picture of Funtown.

Wait.

Angie, can you zoom underneath
the the fountain there?

Yeah.

Wow.

White marble chips.

That's exactly what I found
on the victim's shoe tread.

Okay. Let's look
at the production schedule.

Yeah.

Ron shot there three weeks ago.

Then what was he doing back
there on the night of his death?

Dr. Mayer...

Oh. I was returning from lunch

and the supervisor
said you'd left word.

I did.

And I appreciate you coming by.

Oh.

I'm sorry
for being a Nosey Norm.

I saw the title
of your paper,

and I just got pulled in.

"A Study of the Devolution
of the Human Species."

That was one
of my dissertations.

I had a lot of fun with it.

Clearly. Your enthusiasm
just jumps off the page.

Actually...

that is what I was hoping
to speak with you about.

How do you know?

How do I know what, dear?

When you've lost
your passion for your work.

You said that you
woke up one morning

and realized that it was gone.

If you're used
to that electricity

dancing through your veins
and suddenly it's not there,

you notice.

What if you're not that
in tune with yourself?

Is it possible to lose
your drive and not know?

Absolutely. In fact,
that's what usually happens.

How many people do you know

who are truly in touch
with their feelings?

Well, not many.

Exactly.

Here's a little test.

Think about what
you do here.

Really focus on it.

Okay.

Now, how would you feel
if someone took it away?

Sorry to interrupt,
but I've finished

reconstructing
the victim's skull,

and I found something.

My apologies, Dr. Mayer.

Nonsense.

I believe we've answered
all your questions.

I believe we have.

Amongst the postmortem
fracturing caused by the fall,

I found plenty of
perimortem fracturing.

The injury is severe enough
to be cause of death.

However, the broad impact
area leads me to believe

this trauma was not caused
by the same cylindrical object

used to beat the victim.

Well, it was most likely the
result of the victim's skull

being smashed into a flat
surface with great force.

But not long before Ron's death,
you sent him a text.

"Remove the fake blood
from my teacups

"or I'll gut you like a pig
and use your intestines

as floss."

Oh, man.
That sounds pretty bad, huh?

Yeah. It sounds really bad,
and honestly,

it's not what I'd expect
from the owner of Funtown.

Just my luck. The one time
I try to get tough with someone,

they end up dead.

This guy is pathetic.

We can tear him down with fear.

I know that
you didn't kill Ron, okay?

But I'm gonna need you
to help me out here.

Great, or we just
do the opposite.

We have evidence suggesting that

Ron was at your business
on the night of his death.

No, I haven't seen Ron
in a few weeks.

My God, he's lying, okay?
Get in his face.

Tell him that we can nail him.

Pin him against the wall.

Look, you seem like a nice guy,
Allen.

So, what makes
a nice guy threaten

to gut a man and use
his intestines as floss?

Well, Ron came to me
about a month ago,

asking if he could use Funtown
as a location for his movie.

He said it was
a pivotal scene

about a sick boy visiting
his first amusement park.

So, I gave him the park
for the day.

Then I show up to see
how things are going.

It was a madhouse.

There was no sick boy.

Just a bunch of blood

and guts and topless women.

He duped you.

And old Allen Peppermelt
fell for it.

Took me four days to clean up
all that blood and guts.

I lost over a thousand dollars.

And if you killed Ron,

you never would've gotten
your money,

so how did you intend
to get your money back?

I was gonna sue...
but then I remembered Carly.

Who's Carly?

Carly Catalano.

She works the funnel cake stand
at Funtown.

She's also an aspiring actress,

and I told Ron if he gave Carly
a part in the movie,

I'd reconsider my lawsuit.

Wow, so you sacrificed
a thousand dollars

in order to get one of your
employees an acting job?

I was hoping it would
finally convince Carly

to go on a date with me.

It didn't.

So, how's it coming
with the Funtown marble?

The smoothness of the grain
is inconsistent with the chips

that I found
in the victim's shoe tread.

So, he wasn't at Funtown
on the night of his death.

Nope. Now that
that's resolved,

it's time to get back
to the party panther party.

Or you could help me out.

Yeah, um, can that wait?
Because I'm just at the scene

where the drug dealer
accidentally feeds

his pet panthers
radioactive meat.

Yeah, so, I just finished going
through the charred tissue,

and found another panther
scratch on the victim's neck.

Makes sense, seeing as
he was attacked by a panther.

According to hospital records,

he was only treated for
scratches to the forearm.

Wait, so you think he was
attacked a second time?

I don't know. We shall swab
and see, or rather,

you shall swab and see
and I will find out

what happens
with the radioactive meat.

No, Cam, come on.
You don't even like the movie.

Cam, come on now. Cam.

Oh, come on, Chad. Come on.

Roar!

Hey, hey,
what happened back there?

I mean, what's the point
of having me in your ear

if you're not gonna
listen to me?

Well, I wasn't listening because
Peppermelt isn't our guy.

I mean,
if I'd taken your advice,

he would have shut down
and given us nothing.

Worked out that way, anyway.

Actually, no...

because he gave us this.

I've collected...

What the hell is that?

You got to be kidding me.

I've confined...

I confiled all of the data,

and the numbers
seem to suggest...

This is bad, even by
Party Panthers standards.

She's bad.

So, this is
Peppermelt's employee,

the one that he convinced Ron
to recast in the female lead.

Recast?
Meaning someone got fired?

Exactly.

Well, if I was fired
and replaced by... that,

I'd want to commit murder, too.

I was thinking the same thing,

so I looked
into the original actor.

This is a picture
of a young boy.

Yeah. I know.

Joey Martucci was
originally cast in this role.

Um...

What?

I know, I can't
explain that,

but I did find out

that his mother
was arrested last year

on charges
of assault and battery

after beating a man
with a baseball bat.

Sounds like a woman
with a lot of rage.

And how do you think
Mrs. Martucci felt

when she found out that

her son was getting fired

and replaced by her?

By my calculations,

we have seven hours
until the panthers merge

into one giant mega-panther.

We were out at the batting cages
when this man recognized Joey

from a Snoozeland commercial.

The guy was clearly drunk,

saying all sorts
of rude things.

H-He wouldn't leave us
alone, so finally...

You whacked him
with a baseball bat.

And I'd gladly do it again,

but this time I'd aim
right for his beans.

You seem like a very protective
mother, Mrs. Martucci.

You say it like
it's a bad thing.

Well, I'm just wondering
if that instinct kicked back in

when you learned that Ron was
firing your son from his movie.

Oh, please.

Colead in a movie
starring David Faustino.

Seems like a pretty
decent size credit

for a kid trying
to start an acting career.

At a certain point,
it just isn't worth it.

What do you mean?

Ronny came to us
with this script

he'd written about a sick kid

who loses himself
in his imagination,

pretending his pet cat
is a giant panther,

and his-his sandbox is
a beautiful Florida beach.

It was this really adorable
little story.

This is Radioactive Party
Panthers from Fort Lauderdale

you're talking about?

It only became that

after Faustino signed on.

That's when we started getting

all these
ridiculous rewrites.

I'm talking
real bologna here.

The whole movie changed,
became this big shoot 'em up.

We weren't interested in that.

Wow. So, it sounds like Ron
was actually doing you a favor

by firing Joey.
He was.

Ronny was a sweetheart.

He just got caught up
and taken for a ride.

You got to be careful.

This industry will eat you alive
if you let it.

Hey, do you need
anything else, Dr. B?

No.

Enjoy your evening.

You, too.

Uh, thanks again
for the dissertations.

Who knows, maybe I'll be
so inspired I'll end up

writing multiple papers myself.

Just focus on the one, Mr. Bray.

Hey, you're still here?

Yes. I-I used to get

some of my best work done

after the lab had shut down
for the night.

Is everything okay?

There appears to be evidence
of buckle fracturing

on the angles
of the right side ribs

seven, eight and nine.

I meant with you.

You've been distant all day.

Angela, do you believe
in passion in the workplace?

Well, given that Hodgins and I

have been caught in
the Egyptian room a few times...

I-I meant professionally.

Oh.
How important do you think it is

for us to love what we do?

Uh, well, it, it's important,
but it's not everything.

Most people
don't love their jobs.

They don't even like them.

They do them because
they have to.

What if they didn't have to?

If you can afford to leave
an unfulfilling job,

why wouldn't you?

Are you...
Just curious.

That's all.

Left side ribs
seven, eight, and nine

also show evidence
of buckle fracturing.

The presence of these
injuries suggests

a substantial amount of weight
having been applied

to the victim's chest.

As if the killer
sat on the victim

while smashing his head in.

That sounds like a very
violent way to kill someone.

It speaks more
to a crime of passion.

I'll inform Aubrey.

I know you're concerned
about me, Angela,

and I really am okay.

Geez, I thought
I was in early.

Look at you.

You are. I'm just here late.

You been here all night?

Yeah. I'm comparing
the shooting draft

of the script with
the earlier version

that Barb Martucci
sent over.

Uh-huh. Wow.

These are all the changes
that Faustino made

when he got on?

So in a course
of three weeks,

he completely rewrote
Ron's entire movie.

Okay, well, Ron was
financing the project.

Why would he give up
control like that?

Well, he gave up control the
minute that he hired Faustino.

Faustino was the name
that was gonna sell Ron's movie.

Right. If he didn't have him,

then he would just have
an expensive home video.

And on the day of Ron's death,

Faustino rewrote
the final portion

of the original script.

I mean, Ron's
sweet little movie

was officially over.

You think that was
his breaking point?

Well, eventually you either
give up or you fight back.

I think maybe Ron decided
to fight back.

That's what got him killed.

Good work, Aubrey.
Look at you.

You just killed
that one, huh?

You earned those bags
under your eyes.

Cam, you were right.

The scratch on the victim's
neck was from a panther.

So the trainer lied to us.

Well, no, not exactly.

May I? So the panther claw
that created the wound

wasn't made of keratin.

It was made of
polyurethane resin.

Wait, a fake panther claw?

A party panther claw.

So, we're gonna need
to test everyone

in the panther suits
used in the movie.

Or just one.

See, I also found

neon-orange aerosol
paint particulates in the wound.

Well, great.
Which one of the actors

wore the orange
panther suit?

Why don't I show you?

Why don't you
just tell me?

I think it'll have
a bigger impact...

Hodgins, just...
Pamanther.

Pamanther wears a
neon-orange panther claw.

Isn't that the character
David Faustino played?

Sometimes the only way
to stop a panther

is to become a panther.

Man, I still got it.
I mean, look at me.

Oh. What's the...
What up?

What's the Bone of Contention
dude doing here?

You're kidding me. We're questioning
you for murder, pal.

Well, I must be
in some serious heat

if you brought in the big gun.

Uh, actually, I'm
the big gun on this.

Uh, yeah, I know big guns,
and you are not a big gun.

Hey, you know I auditioned for
the role of Agent Andy, right?

I mean, I would have
been playing you.

How crazy is that?
Nope.

How's that for
a big gun, huh?

Techs found Ron's blood
on your panther arm.

Sounds like Pamanther has
a little explaining to do.

And we know that you took
an axe to Ron's script,

turned it into
quite the turd,

if you ask me.

Party Panthers was not
a turd, okay?

Well, it was
because of you,

and Ron was sick of it.

So he decided
to confront you,

and that's when your
famous temper took over.

You attacked Ron, you
climbed on top of him,

smashed his head in.

Okay, Ron was the one
who attacked me.

All I did was ask for
a "written by" credit.

Dude just snapped,
came charging at me.

I mean, I must have
scratched him

while trying to fight him off.

So you killed him
in self-defense?

I didn't kill Ron, okay?

I just held him down

to get him to stop
freaking out.

I mean, the guy was raging.

He said I ruined everything.

Doesn't sound like
he was wrong.

Whatever, man.
All I know is that

Ron gave me the credit,
we made our peace,

then he left-- that's the
last time I saw the guy.

But why did you fail
to mention that

to Agent Aubrey last time
you talked to him?

Who's Aubrey?

Are you kidding?

I'm Aubrey.

If people hear I got
into another fight

with a director,

I'll be uninsurable.

My career will be over.

Please, Agent Andy...
Uh...

...this has to stay between
the two of us.

The two of you?

- Seriously?
- I don't know.

- I'm two feet away from the man.
- I don't get this guy.

If Faustino smashed
the victim's skull

into the ground,

he would have had
direct contact with it

during the murder.

And if he was still
wearing the panther claw...

Well, actually,
I think I found something

on the margins
of the foramen magnum.

Oh, yes, the ring fracture,

caused by the fall
from the overpass.

I noted this injury early
in the investigation, Mr. Bray.

No, uh, underneath it.
Hemorrhagic staining.

Evidence of another
ring fracture.

You're correct.

It appears the victim
fell before he fell.

If he landed on his head,

that could have caused
the trauma

to the back of his skull.

Had he fallen from a height
greater than two stories,

we would have found extensive

perimortem fracturing
on the internal bones.

So the victim was whacked
with a cylindrical object,

then thrown off a one-
to two-story building.

Unfortunately, the height
of the building

will not help us
narrow down the search,

but maybe the type of roof will.

So in addition
to landscaping,

white marble chips
are occasionally used

as surface material
on roofs.

And one of those roofs
is on Snoozeland.

Do we know how tall
this building is?

Yeah, according
to the calculations,

the building is
23 feet tall.

Roughly two stories.

It's the flagpoles.

The width of the poles
appears to be a match

for the damage found on the
victim's scapula and sacrum.

So the victim was
pushed off the building,

and hit the poles
on the way down.

Then the killer threw the body
off an overpass

to disguise the initial fall.

The blood on the
flagpoles confirms

that Ron was killed
at Snoozeland.

Ron left Faustino's trailer
around midnight.

The body was thrown
over the overpass

about six hours later.

According to the time sheets,
the only person at Snoozeland

between 12:00 and 6:00
was Linda.

Linda says she hadn't
seen him in weeks.

Right. So what was he
doing back there?

The guy's in the middle
of directing a movie.

Look, it's like what you said.

At a certain point,
either you fight back

or you give up.
Okay.

So Ron...
Ron was giving up.

He was going back to where
he felt that he belonged.

Look, having Ron back would
only make Linda's job easier.

Why would she kill him?

Because it wasn't
about ease.

So Ron coming back
to work meant

that you were going back
to being his number two.

Ron was coming back to work?

This was supposed to be
your time to shine, Linda.

This was your chance
to finally prove

what you could do--

to finally, after
all these years,

crawl out from under

your boss's big,
looming shadow.

And all you wanted
was an opportunity

to show yourself,

your friends,
your family

that you had what it took.

And here he was
waltzing back in

and throwing that
big shadow right over you.

He was sitting
up there smoking.

He said the movie
was a mistake

and he was coming
back to work.

And I was working so hard.

I couldn't go back
to being his sidekick again,

and it just happened.

I just... pushed him.

Linda Martin,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Ron Bergman.

Good job, Aubrey.

♪ I'm driving to your house
in the rain ♪

♪ It makes me feel alive ♪

♪ And time ♪

♪ It always seems
to sync so strange ♪

♪ Makes me wanna doubt... ♪

You know, if we didn't
get a confession from Linda,

she would have walked.

Sometimes you
just need to know

which buttons
to push, huh, Booth?

What's that
supposed to mean, huh?

I knew you were
messing with me.

Me? Come on.
Yep.

Feeding bad information
in my ear,

throwing me off my game.

All right, okay,
you got me.

But you know what,
I had to see for myself

if you could grab
the bull by its horns

and get it done.

You got it done.

- Good job.
- Thank you.

So does that mean I'm gonna
get more ASA experience?

No, it doesn't.
Sorry.

But it does mean that
you're gonna become

a full-fledged
Supervisory Special Agent.

Come on, what?
They're promoting me?

Look, the L.A. field office
has been enquiring about you,

so I said to myself, what
better way to show them

that you're qualified
to do this by...

Giving me my own case.
Boom.

They're gonna
offer you the job.

Oh, my God.
Booth,

I've never even been
to Los Angeles.

You're gonna love it.

It's a place full
of schemes and dreams

and pros and cons--
all about the show.

Good work.

I hear, uh, it's
a little bit lacking

in the pizza department.

Yeah, their pizza's
really bad.

You know what, you
shouldn't take the job.

Thanks, Booth.

Thank you.

Hey. Just wanted to see

if everything was okay.

It's not like you to miss
anything on the bones.

I've had a lot
on my mind today.

Actually, could you
please take a seat?

Uh... okay.

Sounds...
sounds serious.

Do you like being here,
Mr. Bray?

Yeah, of course
I like being here.

I need you to answer
a question,

and answer it honestly.

What would you do if you
couldn't work here anymore?

Uh, I don't know,

I'd be mad,
I'd be confused.

Wh-What is this about?

But you wouldn't
stop breathing, would you?

No, of course not.
I couldn't breathe

if I didn't do this anymore.

I mean, I'm speaking
figuratively, of course.

Hang on, is this because
I couldn't find a topic

for my dissertation?

I was so excited
to write my dissertations,

because I loved
what I was doing,

and I couldn't wait
to keep learning.

I just haven't found
the right topic yet.

Maybe because it's not
in the field of anthropology.

What are you saying? Are...

Are you firing me?

No. No, I wouldn't fire you.

But you should know
that you are too smart

to waste your life
doing something

that your heart isn't in.

I mean, you're not wrong.

I like my job,

but compared with you
and the other interns...

There's something
bigger out there.

You need to go after it
while you still can.

You guys are like
my family here.

That will not change.

Wow.

This is not how
I saw my day ending.

This is going
to be good, Wendell.

Yeah.

Is it cool if
I still come over

for the game
tomorrow night?

Yes, yes.

I'm making my
famous puttanesca.

On-on game night?

Game night is for,
like, nachos and beer.

- Does Booth know about this?
-Of course.

He loves my puttanesca.

Okay, fine.
I'll bring the nachos,

and you can make your
weird, fancy sauce,

and we'll see what
everyone eats first.

Deal.

And I'm bringing
the beer.

Just so you know,
this is not...

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