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7:30 right now. Coming up, a recap of a disturbing story-

...the skeletal remains discovered by
a group of sixth-grade students in Anacostia.

The remains have not yet been identified, according to police

and there's no word as to whether foul play is suspected.

Dale, the word most repeated by the young witnesses

we spoke to: "horror". As in it looked like a horror movie.

Nah we're going to be going for another take.

I hate press cases.

Yes sir.

More than three cameras show up,

some homicide detective kicks it up to his captain

who kicks it up to the chief, who kicks it to the F.B.I.-

And you - bang - kick it down to me.
Which I thank you for, sir - the opportunity.

Booth, I want this closed.

I don't want to pick up next Sunday's Post and read

"Church kids find mystery corpse dressed
for Halloween, F.B.I. remains clueless".

I guarantee you won't read that, sir.

Okay? I-I'm on it.

Bones.

Got here as soon as I could.

Yeah. Thanks for coming.

I pull you from anything important?

A 9,600 year old Caucasoid female skeleton

was found in the Kunlun Moutains in China last month.

An international investigation is under way.

I'm contributing stress marker analysis.

I think you're gonna find this,
uh, very interesting too.

Oh...

What the hell is he wearing?

It's lightweight. Composite.

I think it was some kind of sexual bondage suit.

And there's that bag. It's full of maggots.

Looks like cellulose in there,

degraded from bodily tissues and decomposing fat.

And maggots.

Tibial plateau fractures and ground disturbance
suggest total body impact.

Okay. So did he jump, or was he pushed, Bones?

That's what we have to figure out.

We can take the skeleton in.

Give you a report, maybe after next week.

No you don't have to solve the whole case.

Just tell me if I'm looking at a murder.

Maybe, you know, pull a quick I.D.?

Don't use your charm smile on me.

What? It's a mark of respect. That's all.

Epiphyseal union with the diaphysis
on the wrist, knees and ankles

suggests the victim was between 14 and 18 years old.

1.6 meters tall, a very slight build suggesting
he was at the younger end of the scale.

That tracks with the bag.

The degraded cellulose we found is a graphic novel.

A what?

It's a comic book.

I never read comic books.

Really? I had you pegged for a graphic novel nut.

The face and cranial vault are badly fractured.

Blows to the parietal have sent radiating fracture lines

between the mid, frontal and anterior temporal buttresses.
Why?

Star Wars, Star Trek, Stargate, Battlestar Galactica.

Focusing, gentlemen.

Conclusion: brutal assault killed him.

He was dropped...after he was was already dead.

His killer wanted it to look like a suicide.

Let's get his dentals into the N.C.I.C.,
see if we can find a match.

Zack, call Stockholm and Beijing.

Our research data on the other thing is going to be delayed.

It's Warren Granger, age 17.

17, small for his age.

Yeah. Well, he was homeschooled.
G.E.D. obtained last summer.

Mother and stepfather reported him missing
from this very block two months ago.

Hey, listen. Bones, you know,
if you want, uh, sit this part out,

hey I know you got some
ancient Chinese bones waiting.

No. I'm on this now.

Looks like every other house

in the neighborhood.

BOOTH:
Every family
has its secrets, Bones.

This was Warren's room.

No one's been up here since the
detective first looked it over.

The news said there was
hardly anything left of him.

Can you think of anyone
who might have wanted

to... harm Warren in any way?

He was always by himself.

No friends, no enemies.

Spent all his time up here
with his comic books

and toys.

He was a lonely kid.

Boy died before he even
had a life.

I really thought
he had just run away.

We tried.

Tried to get him
out of this place,

into some kind of real life.

I even got him a job
at the bowling alley,

but... he just spent
all his money on this stuff.

Unbelievable.

Mm.

That's quite the collection
of comic books.

Hodgins said that

the cellulose mass
was a graphic novel.

He sent it to Angela
for analysis and recovery.

Sweet.
Sweet?

This is Batman #127, featuring
the Hammer of the Thor.

This is worth about 300 bucks.

Booth, are you a nerd?

First of all, you mean geek,
and no, I'm not, okay?

It's quite normal
for an American male

to read comic books.

I find it hard to believe
you have anything in common

with Warren Granger.

Oh, you mean isolated,
with an inner secret life?

No, I'd say you
were more like Warren.

Zack discovered some significant
hairline parry fractures

on the right and left ulnae.

It's his arms.

I know ulna means forearm--
I pay attention.

I also know
that parry fracture means

that the kid fought back, Bones.

Small of stature, a geek,
and he fought back.

Yeah, he also got
thrown from a roof.

There's nothing but games
on here.

There's no journal.

There's no documents,
nothing personal.

What did he do
at his desk?

I mean,
there's a light;

The rug is worn.

He used this area
for something.

What was it?

It's probably where he read
his comic books.

I think Warren sat here
and wrote, longhand,

with a ballpoint pen.

That's pretty retro for a geek.

Well, at least we know

where he got the idea
for a costume.

Citizen 14.

Superhero.

Sync:FRM-xxy
-=http://www.1000fr.com=-

MONTENEGRO:
Hodgins dried out
and separated the pages.

I digitized them and
adjusted for ink seepage.

Was this printed
commercially?

No, it's a prototype,
it's handmade.

That's what he was writing
at his desk.

A comic book starring himself.

A shy, adolescent young man
renders himself as a superhero.

Alone in that room
all the time,

maybe Warren got consumed
by his own fantasy.

You think he was actually
out fighting crime?

Well, the boy
got beaten to a pulp

while wearing
his superhero outfit

in the heaviest crime area
of D.C., Bones.

As you know, being a writer
yourself, Dr. Brennan,

Warren Granger's comic book
could be infused

with his real life fears
and conflicts.

Especially in the case
of an adolescent writer.

Can you retrieve any more
of this?

Yeah, sure.

Fine.

What's our next step?

Oh, we'll go see if Warren
had any friends

his mother didn't know about.

MAN:
Wait a minute--
Warren Granger was

the skeleton corpse
those kids found?

Yeah. Sounds like
you were close.

How long was he lying there
all dead like that?

BRENNAN:
Well, for a while.

How well did you know
Warren, Mr. Ellis?

He came in here all the time.

You know, he, uh,
knew his stuff.

He was a nice kid.

Really nice guy.

Something you're not telling us?

What do you mean?

Well, you seem a little nervous.

Well, you just told me that someone I-I know

is this rotting skeletal corpse

that's been all
over the news.

What do you expect?

Is there a party upstairs?

Oh, it's the, uh...

Doomsday Group.

I rent it out Thursday nights.

Hey, wait, um, Warren was
actually one of them.

Oh, well, you know, that's
a handy thing to remember.

Anything else you forget
to mention to me?

No, that's it, I think.

( speaking indistinctly )

Hey, excuse me,
this is a private function,

So, good-bye.

Go ahead--
don't let me stop you.

What are you doing, exactly?

BOOTH:
Guys, this is actually

a real live woman--
something you don't see often.

And like I said, this is
a private function, so...

Hey, it's the FBI,
all right?!

Just turn it off for a minute,

Please?
FBI?

( sirens wailing )
I'm Yasutani the Terrible.

I speak for this clan.

Okay, well,
we'd like to ask you

a few of questions,
if you're not too, uh, busy.

BRENNAN:
The costumes,
the social awkwardness,

the active fantasy life,
the victim would fit

right into
this sub-grouping.

BOOTH:
Okay. Hey, Mr., uh...

Yakitori the Horrible?

What's your real name?

Jeremy Kuznetsky.

Do any of you people
know Warren Granger?

Something happened
to Warren, didn't it?

Warren's dead.

He was murdered.

No, I never said anything
about him being murdered.

Neither did the press.

Yeah, well, obviously,
if you're the FBI,
he was murdered.

You guys don't investigate
people getting hit by a bus.

Okay, great--
when's the last time

any of you have seen Warren?

KUZNETSKY:
Couple months ago, when he left.

Left?

Citizen 14 was
one of us...

until he went psycho,
and bugged out,

called us all posers.

"Pathetic fantasists."

BRENNAN:
Was he wearing

his, um... outfit?

His identity, yeah.

Why do you wear
these identities?

For the game.

How serious do you
take the game?

It's only fun
if you take it seriously.

You always play here?

You know, "play" is not exactly
the right verb, okay?

YASUTANI:
Don't even try

to explain it to them.
Shut up! Who cares?!

Didn't you hear?!
Warren is dead!

It's okay, Minnow!

BOOTH:
What's your name?

Blue Minnow.

Okay, guys,

when I ask your names,

I want the ones that
your parents gave.

Abigail Zealey.

Citizen 14 was my partner.

Is that what you
call Warren?

Citizen 14?

Citizen 14 was my partner.

Warren was my friend.

It was a little more
than that.

( whispering ):
Hey, hey, hey.

BRENNAN:
I don't like to judge
an entire subculture,

but those people
gave me the creeps.

Because they are creepy.

What? Those kids at the school
weren't your good old harmless,

tutor-you-in-math geeks.

They were the
set-the-school-on-fire geeks.

Dark nerds.

Columbine nerds.

Columbine?

You think Yasutani the Terrible
is actually capable of murder?

I think they get high,

they play these games,
they lose their grip on reality.

They start to believe
that they are these characters.

You mean like Warren,
out fighting crime?

You know, maybe
Warren and that guy,

the leader, Yasuhama...

Yasutani the Terrible.

Yeah, Yasutani
the Terrible.

Maybe him and that guy,

they got into this magic fight,
and it became real.

So you're saying it wasn't
Warren who was murdered.

It was his character,
Citizen 14.

They're so delusional,
they don't even know

that they've committed a crime.

I'll get Hodgins to see
if there's any signs

of drug use in Warren's hair.

I've managed to get some of
the text back from this panel.

Cheerful little tyke.

The writer was in pain.

I don't think it was

purely the adolescent angst
of the outsider.

In fact, I'd go
so far as to say

it wasn't mere
psychological pain.

He's afraid of actual,
physical death.

Can you really pull all that
information from a comic book?

Absolutely.

All writers reveal
more of themselves

than they intend on every page.

You know, I never bought
all that English 101 stuff.

Sometimes a river
is just a river.

All due respect,
but my writing,

for example, is pure fiction.

GOODMAN:
Dr. Brennan,

I fear you reveal
much more of your world-view

in your writing
than you realize.

Such as?

Such as archaeologists
make good administrators

because they enjoy tedium.

MONTENEGRO:
Such as artists are doomed
to a life of loneliness

because they aren't able
to think

beyond instant gratification.

BOOTH:
Such as FBI guys are hot

and Angela here wants
to have sex with me.

All I'm suggesting is that,
while Dr. Goodman

goes through
Warren's writing,

we should concentrate
on the hypotheses

that are congruent
with forensic evidence.

I'm going to take another look

at Warren Granger's remains.

ADDY:
In the last 24 hours, I've read

several dozen comic books
and graphic novels.

Hodgins find any sign
of drug use?

No.

They're quite interesting,

the graphic novels, especially.

After you clean the
bones, look for scoring

on the occipital condyle and
the inferior nuchal line.

They're basically a retelling
of the Greek myths

with all superheroes
standing in for Hercules:

half god, half human.

Be very careful here.

X ray shows fragmentation
of the cervical vertebrae

consistent
with sharp force trauma.

Invulnerability,
super strength,

heightened senses, telekinesis.

I would love to have
some of those powers.

Why?

I don't really know.

Is it an odd desire?

Why fantasize?

You're smart.

In some ways,
my intelligence is a handicap.

For one thing, I'm weird.

For another, I tend to make
people feel stupid,

and they resent me for it.

I suspect it's the same
for superpowers.

The victim was stabbed here

at the base of the spine.

The spinal cord was severed.

That's what killed him.

I'll clean the bones
and try to match

a weapon to the damage done.

Which will make you a real hero.
In the real world.

In this restored panel from
the second and final volume

of Citizen 14, we begin
to see a female presence,

beautiful, ethereal,
which he calls the Opalescence.

A girl he literally
can't approach.

What if Warren was only...

you know, supplying his own
masturbatory materials?

Yes.

Lonely adolescent boy.

But the story moves
beyond that dimension.

Here we see the idealized
female Opalescence

cowering before
a dark male figure

referred to
only as the Twisted.

So Citizen 14 wants to rescue

the Opalescence
from the Twisted.

Could this be Warren's mother
and stepfather?

Elements of romantic love.

This girl surrounded by blue.

And one of those comic book
geeks was a blue girl.

I'd say she's definitely
worth questioning.

BOOTH:
Blue Minnow.

That's your alter ego.

Abigail Zealey is my alter-ego.

Did you, Abigail,
have a relationship

with Warren Granger,
or did the Blue Minnow

have a relationship
with Citizen 14?

Or any combination thereof.

Neither.

Warren had a girlfriend

at Capital Bowl.

What's the girlfriend's name,
Abby?

He never told us her name.

It was just a physical thing.

And it was almost over.

Warren and I had a connection.

He couldn't deny that.

Before he disappeared,

he gave me his entire
Neil Gaiman collection--

his favorite work
beside his own.

In his own work,

he describes a woman
known as the Opalescence.

Do you believe
that's supposed to be you?

What do you think?

We think it's
another girl entirely.

Does that bother you?

Okay.

Maybe the others told you
I'm obsessed, I know.

Because they never
got Warren like I did.

He was right.

They are posers.

And Warren wasn't?

Warren believed.

He believed in truth.

He believed in doing
what was right.

He was Citizen 14.

Citizen 14 is real.

Warren didn't fit in
with the others?

I just said

Warren was better!

He was a really nice guy.

Were you aware
that Jeremy Kuznetsky

and Kenneth Vert

have police records?

Yeah.

It's nothing
interesting, though.

It's, like,
vandalism and trespassing.

You can't take them seriously.

What, as criminals?

As anything.

Okay, well,
what would be interesting?

As a crime.

Something that took courage.

Something that meant something.

Like murder?

Yeah, like murder.

Warren Granger on the night
he died, wearing his costume.

Start the sequence.

Cause of death
was a severed spinal cord.

We can rule out Abigail Zealey
as the killer.

How do you figure?

Abigail doesn't have
enough strength

to sever Warren's spinal cord
with one blow.

What about his step-dad?

Or the other kids
at the comic shop?

BRENNAN:
Well, if the physicality
of the murderer

is between five-ten and six-two,

I'd say yes to them all,
depending on the weapon.

What could
he have done

to make somebody
so angry at him?

Zack's cleaning the bones now.

Maybe we'll find
something that we've missed.

HODGINS:
What are you reading?

I'm doing research.

By reading a comic book?

Intensely allegorical
modern myths.

You're reading Bugs Bunny, man.

On the surface, yes,
but if you dig deeper,

the subtext becomes apparent.

The conflict is representative

of the Darwinian struggle
between avians

and mammals for dominance.

Based on Bugs giving Daffy Duck
a cigar made out of dynamite?

Yeah.

And then here, he explodes,
but not really.

You have a problem, my man.

What?

Looks like you degraded
the bones.

Impossible.

It's only a four-percent
peroxide solution.

Then what's that bubbling
and pitting on the periosteum?

Four-percent solution
wouldn't cause that.

So, what, it's some kind
of systemic deterioration?

The intertrochanteric crest
is almost totally eaten away.

What do you think it is?

This kid was sick.

BOOTH:
Right.

Smell that?

Yes, I do.

You know what that is, Bones?

Wax, popcorn...

feet, deodorant...

That is America, Bones.

Keep your bowling ball
in the car?

Oh, you know, I figure

we ask a few questions
about Warren Granger,

maybe bowl a few frames.

Nothing like a little sport
to take the edge off.

This is not a sport.

How do you figure?

There's no physical benefit.

So it's really like golf.

It's not a sport,
it's an activity.

Could you please, Bones,
maybe just for once

try not to piss
everyone off around you?

Yeah, sorry.

Are you good at this sport?

My average was over 200,
less than two opens per game.

One match, I had 211 strikes
out of 431 shots,

29 opens in 39 games.

What does that mean?

Means I won
some bowling awards.

I won the Marshall H.
Dixon award for my paper

on George John Romanes and
physiological selection.

My God, it's like we lead
parallel lives.

Need shoes?

Yeah.

Looking for the manager.

Ted McGruder.

FBI, huh?

Yeah.

We're investigating the death
of one of your employees.

Warren Granger.

Warren?

When he didn't show up
for his last paycheck,

I thought
he'd just found another job

and didn't want to give notice.

He was weird like that.

Good kid, though.

Oh, oh, welcome back...

Have a bag...?

Ted, I talked to 'em,

but they just keep
giving me lip.

Luce, these people
are with the FBI.

They're here about
Warren Granger.

Warren?

What about him?

He's deceased.

Oh, my God.

I told you he didn't quit.

I was wrong.

This is my wife, Lucy.

Sorry.

That's OK.

How often

do those kids come in here?

TED:
Who, those jokers?

Weekends, mostly, but they used
to come in a lot more,

but in these crazy costumes.

I told 'em I'd allow it
on Halloween, but that's it.

BOOTH:
Is Warren's girlfriend here?

TED:
His girl...?

What?

We were informed that Warren's
girlfriend worked here.

Well, I mean,
if you ever met Warren,

you'd know he's not
the girlfriend type of kid.

There was a girl who came by
to see him sometimes.

Yeah. Yeah, that's-that's her.

I-I don't
know her name, but...

I don't think
Warren was all

that glad to see her,
and if she called,

he'd ask me to tell her
that he wasn't here.

Brennan.

TED:
Maybe he was
trying dodge her.

Excuse me just
one moment, please.

Okay, slow down, Zack,
and repeat that.

Hypercellularity with total
effacement of the marrow space.

Osteoblasts at 26%.

Okay, good work, Zack.

Keep working
on the weapon I.D.

I take it we're not going
to be getting any bowling

in tonight, huh?

Zack said that if Warren hadn't
been murdered two months ago,

he'd be dead by now.

When you said Warren
was sick as a child,

you meant
leukemia?

Yes, but by the time
he was 11, he was in remission.

The hypercellular activity
I saw is only present

in advanced cancer cases.

He must have been very ill.

You didn't notice?

MAN:
We tried to be
there for Warren, but...

he wouldn't let us in.

Right when you
thought you'd built

a bridge of trust,
he'd quit on you.

He quit trying to face reality.

Maybe your son didn't want you
to have to face it.

He knew his
situation was dire,

and he decided
to tough it out on his own.

Yes.

He saw what it did to
me the first time.

It's not that
he quit.

It's that he didn't want me
to suffer.

You told her
that her son didn't tell her

about being sick
to make her feel better.

Uh-huh.
But you don't really
believe that.

Well, people don't
actually do that.

So, you just told her that
to make her feel better?

Right.

So, you just did
what you said people don't do.

I wonder why
he didn't tell his mother.

Well, maybe he
was all caught up
in the romance

of being a dying
superhero, you know?

Adolescent angst,
all that.

What do you really think?

The truth is, I think the boy
was looking how to be a man.

All on his own,
without any help.

He was doing the
best that he could.

Heroes don't whine
about being sick.

Something like that.

Poor kid.

Did they know
about the leukemia?

No, he kept it a secret.

Tough guy, huh?

You were right
on before about
the kid knowing

he was facing
imminent death.

This changes
motivation.

The killer's motivation?
BOOTH:
No.

Warren Granger's.
GOODMAN:
You think he was emboldened

by the knowledge
that he was going to die.

He went looking for a fight.

He went looking for the Twisted.

Wait. No, wait.

We are allowing
the comic book story

to generate
too many hypotheses.

I only heard the
"Go get the bad guy" hypothesis.

It's too general.

BRENNAN:
Yes, perhaps,

the Opalescence represented
Warren's better nature,

and the Twisted was a reflection
of his darker sexual impulses.

A theme I assume is common
in teenage fiction.

And the drawings...

Hello... Bones.

The drawings.

Warren wrote the comics,
but there was no evidence

in his room
that he knew how to draw.

Dr. Brennan,

I found an extra piece of bone
I can't account for.

Someone else drew the comic.

Stew Ellis.

What about him?

Look.

Warren Granger wrote
this comic book,

but it was drawn
by Stew Ellis.

STEW ELLIS:
Look, I told you, I knew Warren
from the store, okay?

He was a serious investor.

Did he owe you
money, Stew?

( sighs ):
What?

Was it, uh, creative
differences, or was it

you just didn't
get enough credit?

No, it was none of that.

Look, why didn't you
tell me you were partners

when I asked you earlier?

'Cause we had
a big argument,

and I didn't want you
to think I had a motive.

Okay. What did you argue about?

Abigail Zealey?

No, man. Just
merchandising.

You argued about merchandising?

Yeah, Warren thought

he deserved 70% for the concept,

but I think, since I did
the actual drawings, I...

Do you have a publisher?

No.

And now we never will.

Look, if-if you think
that I killed Warren,

I'm not that
stupid, man.

So, who do you think
killed Warren?

( sighs ):
I don't know, man.

Definitely not me, okay?

Well, you know, Stew,
as of this moment,

you're the prime suspect
in Warren's murder.

Why?

Why? Because you lied

about your relationship
with Warren, so, if I were you,

I would think
really, really hard

if there's anything else
you haven't told me.

All right, Abby.

Abby?

Triangle.

Look, I hooked up
with her a few times,

but she was obsessed
with Warren.

So, you did argue about her.

No, man.

Warren never wanted Abby.

Okay, maybe it made you jealous
that she wanted him?

Dude,

Abby's cute
in a chick-geek kind of way,

but she's definitely not
that kind of betty

you go to the death chamber for.

Okay, Stew, you know what?

You're just one of those guys

who's just way,
way too good at lying.

Dude, I'm an artist.

What do you want?

I found the extra piece of bone
lodged here

in the odontoid process of C2.

I-I went through all the
chipping and damage again,

but I can't find
where it came from.

Well, it's not
from a cervical vertebrae.

Oh, it's not?

It's from a long bone.

Probably the deltoid process
of a humerus.

Arm bone?

I need you
to set up the microtome

and get me paraffin
and an embedding mold.

Are you going to prep
your own bone slide?

Yes.

Usually I do
that for you.

This is a tough one, Zack.

The piece is small,
and I need to make sure

there's enough left
for a DNA sample.

Warren Granger's arm
bones are complete.

This extra bone fragment
didn't come from Warren Granger.

Warren Granger was the victim
of a violent attack.

He fought back.

It's possible
that during that struggle,

he struck his attacker
with the same weapon

that was later used
to kill him.

Which means that piece of bone

could have come
from his murderer.

( loud breath )
( whistles ):
What are you doing?

Breathing on the sample
dissipates static electricity

and makes it easier to cut.

You seem nervous.

If I get this right,
I'll be able to tell you

the age, sex and race
of Warren Granger's killer.

Stew was the artist.

Really?

You think he killed Warren
over artistic differences?

He also had a
thing for Abby.

Wow.

Yeah, for a recluse,
Warren Granger--

he had his thumb
in a lot of pies.

You said before
that Warren reminded you of me.

You think I'm just like him.

That he hid from life

by immersing himself
in a fantasy world

where he fought crime,

and I do the same thing,
only I don't have superpowers.

I...

I have science.

No, Bones, you do fight crime.

It's not a fantasy.

And as far as any normal
person is concerned,

you do have
superpowers.

You're just being nice to me.

No, I don't do that.
Yes, you do.

You lied to Warren Granger's
mother to make her feel better.

That seems
to be your superpower.

Look, this piece of
bone you're analyzing--

how did it get lodged in
Warren Granger's neck?

It was deposited
by the same weapon

that severed his spinal cord.

Doesn't make it the
killer's bone.

You thinking
a-a separate murder victim?

The Opalescence?

The woman he loved?

I don't think she's dead.

Why?

This is an arm bone.

Has anyone we've seen on
this case been favoring her arm?

Not that I've noticed.

That's because
you're not an anthropologist.

With superpowers.

Ha!

That's good.

Oh... hello.

Any news
about Warren?

We're still in the initial phase
of our investigation.

Listen, Mr. McGruder,
you didn't happen

to keep that, uh,
last payroll check

for Warren Granger
that you told me about?

By law I have to, yeah.

You mind digging that out
for us?

I mean, I apologize

for the inconvenience.

I guess. It's probably
in the file somewhere.

What do you need
the paycheck for?

BOOTH:
Ah, it's
technical.

Mrs. McGruder, what's wrong
with your left side?

Why would you ask me that?

I noticed how you held yourself
the last time I was here.

I didn't think anything of it.

Though viewed through
the current context, I...

What is she talking about?
BOOTH:
She wants to know

how you hurt yourself.

BRENNAN:
You' walk
as though

your left ribs are cracked.

Also, you favor your left arm.

Oh, I, um...

I-I... fell on the lanes.

They're very slippery.

Falling would bruise a number
of ribs.

You're favoring
only one or two.

Type of damage done by a fist.

Look, were you and Warren close?

He was a nice kid.

A really nice kid.

Here it is.

You two want
to bowl a few frames?

Got some empty lanes.

I'll see you
in the comic books, buster.

What?

Thanks. I'll get
this back to you.

It's, "See you
in the funny pages."

Okay, I took a liberty.

Her husband beats her.

Bones, all right, talk
about multiple hypotheses.

It's a leap, yes,
but it was bound to happen.

Me spending so much time
with you.

I mean that as a compliment.

Okay, so Warren's former boss
is the Twisted,

and the boss' wife
is the Opalescence.

Go back and arrest him.

It's not enough.

Okay, for that we need

something just
a little bit more real.

Evidence.

Cold hard facts baby.

Dr. Brennan, based on
your histology and the DNA,

the bone chip found
in Warren Granger's neck

came from a Caucasian male,
mid 30s.

McGruder.

Can you get any more specific?

We need the weapon.

I can get a warrant,
search the McGruder house

for whatever you want.

That's the trouble--
we don't know exactly

what we're looking for.

We hit a dead end trying
to reverse engineer it

from the mark on the neck.

Too much damage
and fragmentation.

Wait, you said that in books
you could find

the real world version.

Yeah, well, I mean...

if you know you,
it's pretty obvious.

Well, give me an example.

Okay, well, in your book,

your partner's
a former Olympic boxer

who graduated from Harvard

and spoke
six different languages.

In real life... you got me.

So what you're saying is...

that reality falls far,
far short of the fictional.

Yeah. Thanks a lot, Bones.

Warren Granger's spinal cord

was severed
by something sharp,

but not a knife.

If it wasn't
a knife, what was it?

The closest match
I could find

would be a corkscrew
or a Tibetan skull knife.

But neither of them explain
how foreign bone

was left lodged
in the vertebrae.

Pull up Citizen 14's
weapons, Ange.

It was a boomerang
thing, like a sonic gun.

A laser cutlass.

That thing that allowed him
to hear through walls.

We're looking
for something that has

a drabber, more banal
version in the real world.

Why would he be
killed by his own weapon?

Well, because he probably
had it on him

the night he decided
to confront Ted McGruder.

Citizen 14's arsenal.

What's that?

That's his
main weapon.

It's a three-sided
throwing knife
that returns to him.

But none of them make
the wounds that resemble

the one that severed
Warren's spinal cord.

It was just an idea.

Bones...

I fell into the exact thing
that I warned you about--

developing too many hypotheses
not grounded in fact.

No, Bones, I know exactly
which drab real world thing

was used to murder
Warren Granger.

All this kid wants
is to feel like a hero.

Suddenly he's facing
a damsel in distress.

Lucy McGruder is
ten years older.

No, it's not the damsel
part that matters.

It's the distress
that appealed to
the kid, you know.

Look, it wasn't
about the sex or the
romance, it never was.

He wanted to make a difference
in the world before he died.

I told you he was more
like you than me.

22-705, Dispatch.

22-705.

Unit sent
to the suspect's residence

reports that the domicile
is empty.

No one's there?
What about the wife?

Negative. Search team
is inside the house.

It's empty.
Signs of flight.

Affirmative, Dispatch.

He beats her, but she
takes off with him anyway?

Spousal abuse syndrome.

Dispatch, 22-705.

Dispatch.

Can you send a backup unit
to Capital Bowl

1123 Seboldt.

( quietly ):
Domestic disturbances
are always weird, okay?

You know, the woman gets
beat on by her husband,

the cavalry
turns up to save her.

You know, you'd think
she'd be on the same side

as the rescuers,
but sometimes...

You're saying
watch out for the wife.

MAN:
Shut up.

All I'm saying is just
stay alert, okay, Bones?

Okay.

MAN:
Shut up.

Ed, why are we doing this?
Shut up.

You didn't do anything.

Lucy, I swear to God,
if you don't shut up...

I know you
wouldn't hurt Warren.

BOOTH:
Of course he would.

You see, that's
what he does.

He loves to beat up
people weaker than him.

We are closed.

You left your door unlocked.

Probably an oversight
due to your state of panic.

Yeah, light's were on.

We suspected
a robbery.

Say, have a bevel knife?
A what?

It's a triangular
three-sided knife.

You know, to clean out
bowling ball holes.

Say, I used to have one
back in the day.

You wouldn't happen
to have

one around here,
would you now?

You need
a warrant...

you need a warrant
to take any of my stuff.

Lucy, we need a bevel knife.

We keep one in here.

Shut up, Lucy!

BOOTH:
Why don't you
smack her around

a little bit
there, Ted, huh?

Keep your woman in line.

Yeah.

This could have done it.

Say, Bones,
that bone chip, uh...

second victim
or murderer?

For Warren's sake,
I hope it was the murderer.

Me, too.

What are you talking about?
Just get out of here.

It'd be
his left arm.

What?
Warren was right-handed,

so the wound would be
on your husband's left arm.

Oh, my God.

Bones...

Right there.

I told him, I got him,
I got him, I got him.

All right, all right.

Aw, hell, Bones, it
looks like you opened up
an old wound there.

All right, let's go.

You know what,
you're under arrest.

I really hate a wife
beater, I really do.

Almost as much as I hate
someone who kills a dying kid.

Warren knew what Ted did to you.

Did you tell him?

I didn't
have to.

He saw one night.

Ted hit me, and...

Warren...

Warren ran away.

Why didn't you go
to the police?

Because...
it's not all the time.

It's just when
things go bad

and he's under
a lot of strain.

Ted has a bad temper.

Warren wanted to rescue you.

Oh, my God.

BOOTH:
He probably just wanted
to intimidate your husband.

Stop him from attacking you.

Warren stabbed your husband
in the arm with the bevel knife.

Ted took the knife
away from Warren.

It wouldn't have been hard.

The boy was very ill.

After that, it's like you said--

your husband has a bad temper.