All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S02E19 - Spaceman in a Crater (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[mooing]

BOOTH:
Can you make anything out?

BRENNAN:
Yes.

It's a crater.

We know it's a crater, Bones.

The question is, what caused it?

We should ask
a geologist.

I can tell you for sure,
it's not a meteor.

You get a look what's inside?

Not for long. State Troopers
didn't want anyone

getting near it
until you people got here.

That's very nice of them.

But what did it look like?

Uh, I'm pretty sure it was meat.

Meat wearing clothes.

BOOTH:
What do you want to do?

BRENNAN:
Let's take a look.

So what do you think?
Dead?

Just saying,

if he fell out of a plane,

that plane is long gone by now.

No sign of a parachute.

What do those shoes
look like to you?

-Loafers.
-He hit the ground

at approximately 200 kilometers
per hour.

How can you tell that
by his shoes?

124 miles per hour
is terminal velocity

for a falling human.

So we're going
to go with the theory

that this was once human?

I've never read about

an alien encounter in which
the aliens wore loafers.

How much you want to bet
Hodgins has?

The crows and critters
sure made quick work of him.

Yeah. But these
Calliphora vicina eggs

will confirm time of landing.

Blowflies on aliens. Who knew?

You're taking
a shot at me

because I happen to believe
that we are not all alone

in an infinity
of space?

It's not the believing

in extraterrestrial life
that's odd.

It's the believing
that they're visiting us.

This guy is wearing loafers.

Aliens don't wear
loafers, people.

Even if they want

to pass unnoticed amongst us?

Before taking us over?

Oh. Oh, this is harassment.

You know, it's illegal
to mock people

for their fundamental beliefs.

Is the tissue damage

consistent
with a long fall?

Definitely.

You've seen something
like this before?

Suicide off
the Chrysler Building.

At least this one
didn't hit pavement.

A human
being reaches

terminal velocity
after falling 200

to 220 meters,

depending upon
air resistance.

Velocity would be achieved

between five and eight seconds,
depending upon

atmospheric
conditions,

body position
and clothing.

He fell from a minimum
of 1,200 feet.

I can run through the math
if you'd like.

-Send me an e-mail.
-This is,

I want to say anomalous,
but I'm going to go with weird.

-What's weird?
-These areas of radiolucency
here and here.

-Extremely porous bones.
-What's that mean?

-That means he was ill.
-His right

femoral head
shows significant

demineralization.

Zack?

I'd put him at 130.

130 what?

-Years.
-Old?

There's an alternate
explanation.

Then that's the one
we should go with.

-He was in outer space.
-So he fell

from outer space
in a pair of loafers.

Hodgins left too soon.

♪

The FAA reports
no recent accidents

involving anyone falling
from a plane, balloon or blimp,

commercial or otherwise.

The FAA doesn't
have jurisdiction

over the entire universe,

Gray. They're gray.
Not green. Gray.

Being as you're
half alien yourself,

you should know that.

If they dropped him from orbit,
he'd have burned up,

and his loafers
would have fallen off.

If he wasn't
an abductee

tossed out of an
interplanetary spacecraft,

why do his bones show

that he has spent an extended
time in outer space?

The only rational explanation
is that he was an astronaut.

Astronauts lose two percent
of their bone mass

for each month
spent in space.

Our victim's legs,
hips and lower vertebrae

have demineralized
over 20%,

indicating
ten months in space.

Do we do that?

The longest shuttle
flight was STS-80,

17.66 days, in 1996.

The longest we know of.

The man who's spent
the most time in space

was a Russian cosmonaut.

That we know of.

Why do you know that?

My knowledge is vast.

Why did I ask?

Anyway, there can't
be all that many people

who have accumulated
ten months in space.

That we know of.

Call Booth.
Tell him to see if anyone's

missing an astronaut.

Meet Colonel Calvin Howard,

Senior Training Specialist
and Crew Liaison

in the shuttle program,

currently working in
the National Space Agency

in Bristol, Maryland.

Angela just sent me
her work in progress

off the partial skull
reconstruction.

She says we expected
too much too soon,

but the shape of the head,
the cheekbones...

Close enough for jazz.

Oh. Six months in
the International Space Station,

plus a number
of servicing missions

to both the Hubble
and Lansing telescopes.

Wait. Does that add up to
the right amount of bone rot?

Loss. Bone loss. And... yes.

Has anyone
reported him missing?

No. Not exactly.

Not exactly?

Astronauts
are regarded

as viable terror targets.

Their whereabouts?
Extremely confidential.

Bet if you told the Agency
you were going

to identify Colonel Howard
to the press,

they would be
a little more cooperative.

Yeah. You know, I have been
a wonderful influence on you.

Actually,
I learned that move from Cam.

Yeah, well, I went
the other way with it, okay?

Looked up his wife
in the phone book.

Did my husband die in some kind
of training accident?

We don't believe so,

ma'am. No.

It couldn't have been.

How do you know that?

Because the Space Agency
would be all over this.

BOOTH:
You're probably right.

They wouldn't let anybody else
take the lead, not even us.

You say your husband left
the day before

yesterday?

On what airline?

Cal flies himself.

What kind of plane?

He has a turboprop Cessna
out at McNichol.

What exactly does a Senior
Training Specialist

and Crew Liaison do?

Um, we're not supposed
to discuss these things.

For the past three years, Cal's
been training others to go up.

Because he lost
his medical clearance?

How did you know that?

His X-rays show
that he was suffering from

a dramatic loss
of bone density.

Must have been hard
on the colonel,

training others to do
what he'd love to do.

No. Cal was a team player.

He was training her husband
James for almost a year.

Actually,

it was very hard on him.

It would be hard on any of them.

All they ever do is think
about going back into space,

and all we ever
think about

is getting them
back home.

Is there some
kind of rule

that astronaut's wives
travel in packs?

When you marry an astronaut,
no one really understands.

Except other people
who are in the same situation.

This is Cal's
itinerary.

Uh, mainly when he intended

to call me and...

[voice breaking]:
when he'd be back.

You expected your husband
home today?

Yeah.

[sniffles]

BOOTH:
Yeah. I just need to know
if it's still in the hangar

or not.
It's a Cessna turboprop plane

registered
to Colonel Calvin Howard.

Thanks.

It just seemed so odd.

Those women stick together
like a harem.

What? They support
each other, you know?

A lot of service
wives are like that.

What about astronauts' husbands?

Look, their husbands
train for years, Bones.

Their families invest
their entire lives.

[phone rings]

Yeah.

Are you sure?Okay.

Well, plane's still
in the hangar.

Well, if that's the plane
he got tossed out of,

then it didn't fly itself back.

If someone simply pushed him
out of the plane,

there might not be any evidence.

We have to hope
there was a struggle.

WOMAN:
Excuse me.

Could I see
some I.D., please?

Yeah. Sure. I'll show you mine
if you show me yours.

Right. Here you go.

That airplane belongs
to the Agency.

Our information

is that it belongs
to Colonel Calvin Howard.

-The Agency leased it to him.
-Well, it's being

investigated
as a possible crime scene.

You were Colonel Howard's

-boss?
-Yes. Nina Sanborn.

I carry a rank equivalent
to an Air Force general.

Hmm. Why didn't you report him
missing, General Sanborn?

Equivalent, I said.

I'm a civilian.

Cal was...
Colonel Howard wasn't missing.

He was barely
gone a day.

General Sanborn, uh,

I know you people
are really tight-lipped,

but I'm really good friends

with a very aggressive
federal prosecutor who is great

at getting warrants.

FBI FORENSIC TECHNICIAN:
Agent Booth?

We got the usual fibers,

hair, particulates.

No blood?
No sign of a struggle?

Nothing. You'll have my full
report by the end of the day.

Great. Okay, I need to know what
Colonel Howard was working on

at the time of his death.

Get your warrant, Agent Booth.

Dr. Brennan.

Hey, excuse me, Equivalent-
to-a-General-Sanborn.

I got that warrant.

Why didn't you just
tell her that right away?

Well, I was hoping that
we could all be friends.

Let me see that.

[sighs]

These are the documents you
subpoenaed from the Agency?

Yeah, but all the info
is blacked out.

Want me to see if I can get
anything out of this?

Can you?

No. I'd need originals.

These are photocopies.

Then why'd you offer?

Well, why else
would you ask me here?

'Cause you're a conspiracy nut,

and I thought you'd enjoy
filling in the blanks.

With paranoid ravings?

It's better than nothing.

Lansing Telescope.

-That mean anything to you?
-Yeah.

It's a multi-gazillion-dollar,
deep space, multifrequency

telescope that keeps
needing "repairs."

Why did you say it like that?

It doesn't need repairs.

There's no rust in space.
The so-called

"repair crews" are up there

retrieving classified
information.

What classified
information?

The telescope
is pointed up at the

planet Pluto.

Pluto's no longer a planet.

It was demoted.

And if the Lansing was
pointed away from the Earth,

why would they need
to black out all this material?

Huh.

Can I ask you a question?

Yeah.

What's the deal on proposing

-to, you know, a woman?
-Oh.

I mean, what is the

absolute proper way to do it?

I don't know. I mean,
the one time I did it,

I got shot down flat.

Did you do it by the book?

Mm-hmm.
Well, no.

We were waiting for
the stick to turn blue

or not to turn blue,

and I realized I wanted
to marry her if the

stick was
blue or not.

Yeah, that's sort of what I did,

only without the sticks.

You asked Angela to marry you?

Apparently I didn't do it right.

Do it again.

Go all out this time, right?

With the dinner and the getting
down on one knee, the violin.

Forget the violin.

[chuckles]

Hey, hey, hey,
with his bone density,

Colonel Howard
sure as hell wasn't

going back
into space again.

Yeah, I know, that's why he was
training his replacement.

His replacement? For what?

To repair the Lansing Telescope.

Oh, brothers-in-arms,
my brother.

That replacement's the guy
who can tell you things

the Agency doesn't
want you to know.

Ah.

Makes you feel small,
doesn't it?

Because the picture's so big?

No, because the universe
is so big.

You're not looking
at the universe.

You're looking at an enlarged
photograph of Earth.

Okay, well, you see one thing
and I see another thing.

Personally, I like what I see.

Agent Booth,
Dr. Brennan.

I'm afraid Commander Adams

is scheduled for time
on the A300 Zero-G.

You're welcome
to talk to him there.

The "Zero-G"?

The Vomit Comet.

ADAMS:
Makes no sense.

Man flies eight missions
into space

and he falls out of a plane?

I don't think so.

Look, you don't know anyone
who would want to

throw him out of a plane?

Look, I-I don't mean
to tell you your work,

but shouldn't you
be tracking down

everyone who flew over that
particular piece of real estate?

We are, but not everyone
files flight plans.

And not everyone
sticks to flight plans.

And you didn't
answer the question.

I don't know anyone who didn't
like and respect Cal Howard.

Instead of all these,
uh, itineraries--

people keeping secrets,

even from their spouses.

Look, sir, I understand

you have to ask questions
like these,

but Cal Howard and Jean Marie
were a very solid couple.

Did you ever get drunk together?

What?

What my partner
is trying to ask

is if you two were buddies.

Did you go out and
have drinks

and exchange confidences?

Yes, that's what I asked.

Yeah, sure,
of course,

at times.

So you would have known
if his marriage was in trouble?

Yes, sir, I would.

How can you be sure?

Because Cal knew when I was
unfaithful to my wife.

Colleen?

Right. You guys met her
at Cal's place.

Look...

that has to stay between us.

Strictly between us.

Cal Howard was my friend,
my colleague, and my teacher.

If somebody tossed him
from an airplane,

I'll do whatever
I can to help.

Why do I get the feeling
you want to tell us something?

[over headset]:
Commander Adams,
prepare to go weightless.

As the plane reaches

the apogee of a climb
and then falls,

we will have 15 to 20 seconds
of weightlessness.

[laughing]

[laughing]

Ah.

Uh...
[chuckles]

BRENNAN:
That was great.

BOOTH:
Oh, man, you're not kidding.

I would like

very much to do that again.

I believe you were about
to tell us something.

[sighs]

Cal was talking to the STC.

The what?

Space Travel Coalition.

It's a privately funded
space exploration

and tourism group.
And... did you?

-Did we what?
-Did we what?

Vomit in the Comet?

No, I didn't

vomit, okay?

I'm sure they were trying.

They can try me any time.

It was truly amazing.

She had a little bit
too much fun, okay?

So what's with this whole thing
about the space tourists?

Oh, celestial joy rides
for gazillionaires.

Selling seats on a spaceship
that don't even exist yet.

And won't be viable for
at least another few years.

That's what they want
you to think,

but these guys are
swimming in dough.

I already bought my ticket.

I want to see what's going on
up there with my own eyes.

What?

These are the
victim's clothes?

Yes.

You'd like me to do
what with them?

Construct a three-dimensional
hypothesis

of what caused this damage
to the clothing.

Falling from an
airplane isn't enough?

That would explain the burst
seams and pressure tears,

but this seems to be...

Hmm.
Slashes.

When Zack gets ahold
of the bones,

maybe you two
can figure out

if something catastrophic
happened to this man.

You mean before
he fell to Earth?

Yes.

Go do your magic.

Now?

Are you certain you can't
do what needs to be done

with X-rays alone?

Do you need continued access
to the soft tissue?

Why would the body burst
vertically

when all the forces
are horizontal?

Ah, so you need more time with
the soft tissue to answer that?

Not really.

Please explain to me
your reluctance

to remove the flesh

from the bones.

I'm all right with it, Zack,
if it's absolutely necessary,

even the boiling part...

but perhaps you could at least
acknowledge

that this is
a person.

Was, you mean.

Was someone's husband, Zack.

What does that have to do

with removing the flesh
from his bones?

[sighs]

Fine. Do what you have to do.

Thank you.

Igor.

I beg your pardon,
Dr. Saroyan?

Nothing.

Hey, Bones, I ran a check
on STC.

They're part of the
tin-foil hat squad.

What's that?

They wear tin
little hats.

Probably to keep aliens

from controlling
their minds.

Oh, schizophrenics.

It's hard to believe
that Colonel Howard

was part of an organization
like that.

Do they have
access to planes?

Access? You kidding me?

They actually have a
"border patrol division."

Members fly
their own private planes

and do bimonthly sky patrols

in search of UFOs.

Do they file flight plans?

Bones, you're a genius.

Look, two nights ago they
had planes on UFO patrol

within spitting distance

of where Colonel Howard's
body was found.

Look, we're not
a collection of kooks.

Just ordinary people
with a mission

to promote a friendly
liaison with the Visitors.

That's quite a
manifesto.

Until you've had an encounter,

you couldn't possibly
understand.

You've been abducted?

-Multiple times.
-Mm-hmm.

Through hypnosis,
I've discovered

that medical testing
was done

and follow-ups were required.

Are there any side effects

from these medical
procedures?

You mean like tin hats?

Mm... Paranoia,
outbursts of anger,

loss of connection
with reality?

You asked me to come,
I'm here.

I run a very successful
aeronautics engineering company,

I'm richer than God.

Do I appear to have lost
contact with reality?

Well, what about post
abduction syndrome?

Similar to post traumatic
stress disorder.

P.A.S. is very real.

I admit to bouts with it.

Frankly, it's one
of my main motivators.

When we meet the Visitors,
face-to-face,

they will explain
so many things to us.

Including why you were taken.

And why they put
an implant in me.

Only then to remove it.

Great.

-Do you, uh... know this guy?
-Colonel Howard.

-Of course.
-So it's true

that you offered him
a position with the STC?

-Yes.
-As a method

of bringing credibility
to your organization?

Yes, but you have to understand,

it was Colonel Howard
who came to us.

Why?

He wanted to pilot
our suborbital flights.

Till your spaceships were ready,

he was going to help
you look for the UFOs?

Laugh if you must, but Cal
didn't think we were crazy.

He'd seen something
himself up there, you know.

And he's hardly
the first.

Quite a few astronauts

and military pilots
have reported

seeing evidence
of the Visitors.

-Colonel Howard told you this?
-Yes, he did.

So trust me, I'd have been
proud to have been the one

who sent Cal Howard
back into space.

Would have been?

He changed his mind.

Six weeks ago.

That didn't make you
a little angry?

No, not angry.

Disappointed.

Great.
Then you wouldn't object

to my partner and I
taking a look

-at your fleet of planes?
-No, not at all.

Why do you think
Colonel Howard changed his mind?

They got to him.

Through his wife,
I believe.

They?

The Agency.

They can be
very persuasive.

Persuasive?

In my opinion, the Agency would
rather have Cal die

than have him announce to the
world he'd seen a Visitor.

That's not true.

The Agency loved Cal.

They valued him.

Why didn't you tell
us about STC?

Because it's embarrassing.

Cal wanted to get back into
space so badly, he would even

listen to those
crazy people.

Did you husband see
something up there?

Yeah, something that made him
sympathetic

with Mr. Bahr's
organization?

Well, obviously
you know that he did...

or he said he did.

And you doubted him?

It doesn't really
matter now.

You know, that was
three years ago.

It was his last mission.

And the Agency explained it
in such a way

that Cal
was satisfied.

Look, it's important we
know the truth, Mrs. Howard.

-Why?
-Because from what I've seen,

your husband was a man
of principle,

and if he saw something

he wouldn't just
back down

to save his career
with the Agency.

Even if his wife
begged him to.

He insisted on filing
an official report.

He wouldn't withdraw it.

-They asked him to?
-Yes.

But he stuck by his story.

They weren't happy with him,

but like I said,
that's ancient history.

BRENNAN:
Cal's friend knew about

the STC, his wife knew.

Maybe the Agency did as well.

What, so they killed him by
tossing him out of an airplane?

That field is less than a mile
from the coastline.

Obviously they were aiming
at the ocean and they missed.

Well, the question is why?

I mean,
it's a big ocean, right?

There has to be a reason.

Maybe it wasn't a UFO
that Cal saw.

-Ah.
-He could have seen
something else.

Oh, yeah, like

a death beam or a space baby.

I was thinking more
along the lines

of a spy satellite
or experimental technology.

Maybe the Agency
was afraid

that Cal was sharing sensitive
information with the STC.

Well, regardless, our government

does not kill people,
okay, Bones?

[scoffs]:
You were a sniper.

Wasn't it our government

who sent you to kill people?

Just saying.

[sighs]

Mmm, something smells good.

Help yourself.

Ho!

These definitely human bones?

'Cause apparently,

there are a few types
of aliens;

races, if you will.

One is quite reptilian,
widely known as "Grays."

Definitely human.

Another's bone structure's
more amphibian.

These bones are as human
as you are.

Oh, if you only knew
how irony-packed

that is.

It's a joke!

Don't you be coming around

to boil me in the middle
of the night.

There's a strange callous

formation on his right
femoral head.

Also, bone marrow edema
in the same spot.

Healing from a fracture?

No. Some kind of tuberous,
cortical defect.

I've never seen anything
like this before.

Okay, now
you're freaking me out.

I have to get Dr. Brennan
to take a look at this.

It looks like he was
in the initial stages

of osteonecrosis.

What did you get
from the tox screen?

Excess levels of vitamins D,
K, E, A and C

along with glutamine peptides
and creatine monohydrate.

ZACK:All the supplements
he was taking

before his last
space mission.

There's something odd
about the texture of this bone.

Leucine,

isoleucine and valine.

He foresaw going back
into space.

This is not bone.

ZACK:
What is it?

A callous has formed
over some kind of

thick, porous substance.

Careful.

BRENNAN:
It's an implant of some kind.

I never saw anything
on the X rays.

SAROYAN:
How could that not show up
on X rays?

What the hell is this?

Zoantharia of the order
scleractinia.

Scleractinia has a calcium-
carbonate exoskeleton

with a porosity similar
to human bone.

Which would make it
biocompatible.

So it wouldn't
show up on X rays.

Wait. So this is coral,
like from a reef?

Suspended in a biphasic

hydroxyapatite-tricalcium-
phosphate coating

Theoretically, the calcium
from the exoskeleton would grow,

hopefully overcoming the loss
of his degenerating bone.

Then this attachment
would be...?

An electromagnetic device

implanted to accelerate growth.

So, it's a combination

of human and alien technology.

Don't say that to Booth.

But if that's the case,

then all the vitamins
and amino acids

he was loaded up with were
mainly to ward off infection.

And he'd need them, too.

Bone marrow's highly
susceptible.

This is a very risky procedure.

I got to say it-- Frank Olson.

He was a U.S. Army scientist

in the 50's, and an unwitting
participant in Project MK Ultra.

They said
he committed suicide,

but an exhumation

45 years later
proved he was murdered.

You need more.

Project Paperclip,
MK Artichoke,

and who could forget
Tuskegee?

The government experiments
on people

and then abandons them,
or worse.

What's the point
of this experiment?

The main obstacle

to long-term space travel
is bone demineralization.

If the space program
could overcome this one effect,

their funding would triple
overnight.

HODGINS:
Well, there you go.

Experimental program
for deep space fails,

and the evidence has
to be gotten rid of.

SAROYAN:
By tossing it
from a plane?

Why not just have the visitors
toss him into the sun?

That is a good question.

No, it's not.

Sometimes when people try
to cover things up,

it goes wrong, that's all.

First thing
we should do

is find out
the source of this technology.

WOMAN: Colonel Reid
was Cal's commanding officer

on three missions.

So you were the person to whom
he reported the UFO sighting?

Oh, for God's sake.

You see what happens?

You people get all secretive
about things and...

What Cal saw was space junk.

It was satellite parts,
a discarded hatch,

a screwdriver.

That information isn't cleared.

Sounded like more
than a screwdriver.

Well, it wasn't.

Cal just thought
we should be able to explain

why it was whizzing around
space at 25,000 miles an hour,

and that's all.

Was Colonel Howard in a cast

recently?

Last winter,

said he broke his leg

parasailing
in the Caribbean.

All of our astronauts

suffer from brittle bones.

I stepped off a ladder once

and my tibia snapped
like a twig.

Why do you ask?

Because of this.

We found it
in Colonel Howard's leg.

We think it's designed

to counteract the effects
of osteonecrosis.

Experimental surgery
on one of our astronauts?

Absolutely not.

Our efforts to counter
bone loss are limited

to strength-and-resistance
training.

and supplements.

I trust you have documentation.

Follow me.

Thank you.

Colonel,

have you ever
seen anything,

any screwdrivers up there?

There's an awful lot up there
to see, Doctor.

Trick is not to let it
cloud your judgment.

Did it ever cloud Cal's?

Never, not once.

And yet he wanted to go back
into space so badly

in spite of the physical
damage it had caused him,

the pain he was in.

Let me show you something.

You see this? That's me.

And that there, that's Cal.

20 minutes I spent out there
that day,

and it is the last thing
I think about every night.

I can imagine...

No. All due respect,
you really can't.

This was the best moment
of my life, counting marriage,

kids, everything.

I'm not saying
that's good or right,

but I do know
it was the same for Cal,

for all of us who went up there.

And we would do anything
we could to get back.

HODGINS:
This coral's growth
was aided artificially.

ZACK:
It was seeded
with resin beads

on glass plates.

Which makes it rare enough

to trace
to a pharmaceutical supply house

based in Geneva, Switzerland.

I searched the literature.

There's a number of clinics
and researchers

working on bone
replacement.

The doctor most likely

to have performed this procedure
on our victim

is Dr. Henry Pascal.

In Switzerland?

Based in Bethesda
with a clinic in Haiti,

plus he worked
for the space agency

until 1998.

What happened?

He lost his funding

and turned to the private
sector; namely

the Space Travel Coalition.

The foil hat squad
funds this guy?

Booth is going to love that.

Why?

Because he doesn't believe
in coincidences.

WOMAN:
Cal wasn't on vacation
when he hurt his leg.

He was in Haiti
for a convention.

Can you think
of any reason

Colonel Reid would tell us
a different story?

No.

Please, what-- what's going on?

We found evidence
in your husband's remains

that he underwent
an experimental surgery

in Haiti.

What kind
of experimental surgery?

To replace his bone loss.

That sound like him?

Yes.

Was it like
your husband

to keep it a secret from you?

Yes.

Cal wouldn't want me to worry.

Cal Howard's skeleton
before...

and after
he fell to Earth.

ADDY:
Every bone showed trauma.

ANGELA:
His clothing before...

and after he fell to Earth.

Ripped,

every seam pulled apart.

If I make the clothing
translucent...

we can see that some
of the clothing damage

lines up with the trauma
to his skeleton.

And if you isolate the bone
damage caused by a device

capable of making robust cuts
in a linear path...

The guy was chopped.

Chopped?

Yeah. Clothing damage,
flesh wounds.

Bone damage.

He was chopped.

Ange,

tonight,

you and me,
reservations at

Les Deux Copains, 8:00.

Wow, fancy.

Suit-and-gown fancy, baby.

So leave your mukluks at home.

What's the occasion?

An ax or hatchet
or machete

makes sharp well-defined cuts.

These edges are abraded.

This our guy?

Hey, do aliens use any weapons
resembling a...?

A broadsword?

How about a light saber?

No, those can cut through
any known substance.

The victim would have
been completely dismembered.

If they existed, Zack.

Makeup,

hair done, high heels,
the whole enchilada.

Only whatever's French
for "enchilada."

No mukluks. Got it.

[exhales]

Dr. Pascal,
Colonel Calvin Howard is dead.

Not because of anything I did.

Wow, didn't even blink.

Colonel Howard
sought me out.

May I know how he died?

Let's just say it was
a really bad fall.

And what's this got
to do with me?

Was your procedure a success?

How do you define success?

Just answer the question.

That's actually a fair question.

The results were heartening.

There were extremely painful
calluses growing

over your implant.

I'd very much like to see that.

And there was no indication
of an actual

reversal of necrosis.

The calluses were part
of the healing process.

See, coral resorption is slow,
but effective as a scaffold

for osteoprogenitor cells.

Incorporating the electrode
was speeding the process.

In my opinion,

Cal was only months away

from having mature
lamellar bone.

No way to know for sure now...
right?

Correct.

Probably to your benefit
to terminate your experiment

before it went wrong.

Keep those venture capitalists
on the edge of their seats.

[chuckles]

You think I-I pushed
Colonel Howard off a ladder.

Or out of an airplane.

Look, you can have all my data,

my projections,
everything.

Colonel Howard goes

on the next shuttle mission
to repair the Lansing Telescope,

I'm in every medical
journal in the country.

That mission's a month away.

Would his body have been ready?

At the rate Cal was healing,
I believe so.

Did anyone at the Agency
know about this?

We were going to petition them
officially next month.

Look, you may not like me,

but I was his savior
and he was mine.

I didn't kill Colonel Howard.

Somebody's lying
to us, right?

Yeah, maybe everybody.

Well, this is
your strength:

reading people's minds,
telling them they're lying.

[laughs]
My strength?
Wait a sec.

The trouble is-- no, no,--

you haven't given me anything
that I can spring on the suspect

to see how he reacts.

-Like what?
-Oh, like a murder weapon

or whether or not the poor
bastard was dead

before he hit the ground.

Zack and Angela say he was.

Okay, well, that's something.
Dead how?

Best guess right now,
a broadsword.

A broadsword?

Like King Arthur?

Yes.

Broadsword.

You know what, Bones,

I like the whole alien thing
much better. Broadsword?

Where do you people come up
with this stuff?

I didn't say
an actual broadsword.

I said,
"Like a broadsword."

It was the closest analog
I could access.

No traces from the weapon
left on the bone?

Traces are left
when the weapon cuts deeply

into the bone.

Whatever this was
wasn't very sharp.

Left nothing behind.

-How about shape?
-The pattern is

consistent with
sharp-force trauma,

from a curved blade

approximately
65 millimeters thick.

And if I am late

for dinner, I will find

whatever it is, and I will
hit you with it.

[laughing]:
Wow, you... you look

-incredible.
-You really do.

You know what else
I can tell

just by looking at you?

You smell great.

You cannot see smell.

The victim was struck
four times.

A glancing blow to
the head, right humerus,

thoracic, and left femur.

We couldn't figure out
in what order.

It's almost as though
it was simultaneous.

The blow to the head
is what killed him.

Come on, four hits
simultaneously

with a broadsword.
What was he,

attacked by the Knights
of the Roundtable?

65 millimeters
is too thick for a sword.

Did you estimate
a velocity?

The blade was moving at a
velocity of approximately

116 meters
per second.

What's that in American?

About 260 miles per hour.

All right, look,
I'm no expert in broadswords,

-but I do know...
-I know what happened.

How fast does a propeller turn?

At full speed, the tips approach
the speed of sound.

But Howard exits the airplane
in flight.

The propeller is ahead of him
and pulling away.

How could he come
into contact with it?

There are pusher propellers.

It didn't happen in the air.

He was pushed into a propeller?

Nah, he-- he would've turned
into steak tartare.

Scratch one item
off the menu tonight.

Not if the plane was idling.

Propeller speeds would decrease
to a thousand or so RPMs.

-Let's go.
-Where?

Go look for a dented
propeller. Come on.

MONTENEGRO: Which you
do not need me for.

Hey. You were right.
Here they come.

SANBORN:
I hope you have
another warrant.

This is for the uh-- the hangar,
not the individual planes.

REID:
Then why are your people
looking at propellers?

Because the warrant
includes anything

that is in plain sight.

Plane sight.

[chuckles]:
Get it?

It's a pun.

Yeah, and this is
not the only hangar

-we'll be checking out.
-What plane are you

looking for specifically?

Well, we'll know it
when we see it.

We believe that Colonel Howard
was struck by a propeller.

We're looking for
blood stains

using alternate
light sources.

You think Cal walked
into a propeller?

No way he makes
a bonehead move like that.

We surmise
he was pushed.

But why?

Here he was,
this great guy,

but he was a liability
to one of you.

One of us?

Somebody wanted him dead.

That's ridiculous.

If it turned out
that Cal was able

to reverse his bone loss,

would you put him
on the next shuttle?

You know, the one to repair the
Lansing Telescope again.

Colonel Adams is slated
for that mission.

Colonel Reid?

Well, Cal would be
my first choice, yes.

All due respect, James.

But why send the student
when the teacher can go?

Look, I take no offense.

Cal was the best.

TECHNICIAN:
Dr. Brennan,
Agent Booth.

Blood.
A lot of it.

It was washed
down this drain here.

High-pressure hose.

Can you tell which plane's
propeller may have done this?

Not within the parameters
of the current warrant.

Some of these planes
have covers

on the propellers, so we can't
see if they're damaged.

REID:
That is your plane,
isn't it, James?

Take it off.

Take off the cover, James.

I respectfully decline.

It's not his plane,
it's the Agency's.

Propeller like that
wouldn't get you very far.

Certainly not
over the water.

Which is why you had
to dump Cal's body

short of the ocean.

Booth.

Booth.

It doesn't make sense.

The whole thing would take
at least two people--

putting the body in the plane,

cleaning up the blood,

shoving the body
out of the plane.

Who are you protecting?

♪

♪ When my ship gonna come

♪ And will I hold
till it does? ♪

Mrs. Howard...

Is Colleen here?

JAMES:
Colleen came to see me off.

Saw me talking to Cal.

He was telling me that
he was going to be okay

in time for the mission.

He was sharing good news.

But it wasn't good,
not to me.

She slapped him, that's all.

Because she loves me.

She knew what it meant to me
not to go up.

Cal took a step back, just one.

He fell back into the propeller.

Why didn't you just say
it was an accident?

I don't know, we panicked.

Would they believe us?

Would they understand?

Would you ever get into space?

It happened because my friend
shared good news with me

and because my wife loves me.

I'm a blessed man.

♪ Can you hear me?

♪ Is someone there?

♪ Am I losing my mind?

♪ Am I losing
my mind? ♪

♪ Am I all alone

♪ Won't you rescue me

♪ Shapes in the darkness

♪ Staring at the sea

♪

[Angela chuckling]

How-how are you feeling?

What do you mean?

Good meal, nice
bottle of wine.

You feeling loving?

You didn't need
to do all of this

to get me in a loving mood.

I don't mean in that way.

I am madly in love

with you, Angela.

And you, you are the
most amazing woman

that I have ever met.

My life is so much
better since we...

Oh, my God.

What?

Are you breaking up with me?

Wait-- Why would I get you
all dressed up for dinner

just to break up?

I don't know.

Because you're...

I'm not thinking straight.
Go ahead.

You know, I had this
all laid out in my mind.

You are an upsetting woman.

I'm sorry.

[chuckles]

Please go ahead.

I believe that if two people
care enough for each other,

the rest of the world
disappears to them.

I feel that when I'm with you.

I'm prepared to put you ahead of
me for the rest of my life.

Angela Montenegro...

will you marry me?

Dear man,

good heart...

No.

Why?

I didn't do it
right again?

How?

Oh, you're not
going to tell me.

I don't know, Hodgins.

If I knew,
I would tell you.

But when you ask me,
I have to have this...

this feeling.

It has to be...

I'll know it when it happens

and I hope you
won't stop trying.

I don't know if
I should laugh, cry,

or punch out the sommelier.

I'm sorry.

I hope that you choose laugh.

I don't understand.

I don't either.

Look, let's just
finish the dessert

and go back
to your place

and make love and
maybe it'll come to me.

While we make love?

I said maybe.

[sighs]

But you love me?

More than you know.

♪

Did you eat yet?

I said I'd wait.

How did you know that
James would tell me?

Oh, man loves his wife.

He may not be strong,
but he has a conscience.

See, I...
I can't tell that stuff.

And I can't tell the difference
between coral and bone,

so guess we make a great pair.

Hey, speaking of marriage,

Hodgins is going to
propose to Angela tonight.

Huh.

What?

I guess right now it looks
to me like marriage

is having someone
who'll slap your enemies

and then toss their dead
bodies out of airplanes.

Try not to mention
that to Angela.

♪♪

What's that mean?