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[ Chattering, Cheering ]

Our time capsule
was buried in 1987,

the year the Dow closed
above 2,000 for the first time.

Reagan told Gorbachev
to tear down the Berlin Wall.

- Uh, you had a huge crush
on La Toya Jackson.
- [ Laughter ]

- I did.
- You can't complain, Stinson.

- You married
the head cheerleader.
- Lucky I did.

And now we have a wonderful kid
who's a senior right here
at Foothill.

Alex, take a bow. [ Applause ]

Anyhow, we're here today
to open the time capsule...

that we buried 20 years ago,

so we can see who we were
and how the heck we all got
to where we are today.

- Found it.
- [ Applause, Whistles ]

Twenty years.Hmm.

Do you remember
what you put in there?

A bad perm and pink
leg warmers probably.
[ Laughs ]

Here we go.

- [ Grunts ]
- [ Crowd Gasping, Groaning ]

- Oh!
- [ Man ]
Oh, God, that is foul.

Oh, what the hell, Bill?
I thought you said
this thing was watertight.

It should have been.
And it's Gil, not Bill.[ Groans ]

Let's see
what we got here.

Ugh. [ Crowd Groaning ]

Wow. Now,
this is a sweet field.

This is what
I'm talking about, right?

I mean, it's nothin' like ours,
but, hey,

that didn't stop me
from being M.V.P.
in my senior year.

Got the trophy.
Touchdown!

In certain tribes
in the African
subcontinent,

piercings serve
as a reminder,
like your trophy,

- of the power and agility
which has since faded away.
- What do you mean, faded away?

Whoa. Time out.
Can we just concentrate
on the case?

What do we got here?We were all gathered
for the opening.

We had, uh, no idea
that that thing was in there.

[ Whistles ]
Whoa. That is rank.

I was just expecting to see
my 10,000 Maniacs album.

That was not there.[ Booth ]
Who are you?

I'm Gil Bates.
I-I sealed it myself.

I used a propylene seal
and industrial bolt lags.

Adolescent Caucasian male.

Late teens, early 20s.

What do you say we just pack
it all up and ship it back
to the Jeffersonian?

Oh, I'm sorry.
That's not a good idea.

The water has compromised
the structural integrity
of the case.

- So--
- Would you look at this, Bones?

- Another nerd
for your squint squad.
- [ Brennan ] Drill.

Drill? Whoa, wait a second.
You mean you're gonna
drill it right here?

- What about taking it all
back to the Jeffersonian?
- Tub.

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

[ Whirring ]

[ Booth Groans ]

[ Chattering, Cheering ]

Our 1987 Foothill
High School yearbook,
of course.

[ Cheers, Applause ]

[ Boy ]
How about the ghetto blaster? [ Girl ] Yeah!

Rubik's Cube.

How about this?
CD. No needle required.

In 20 years, they'll be able
to fit hundreds of those
on a microchip.

Victim had several
antemortem fractures
to his sternum,

as well as several antemortem
fractures to the lateral
sections of his ribs.

All healed?All healed at different times.

[ Device Beeps ]I had
a Michael Jackson glove.

I've never mentioned
that before.I loved Chevy Chase.

We all have our crosses
to bear.

The fracture on
the right clavicle is fresh--

Well, was 20 years ago.[ Chuckles ]

- Mullet alert.
- [ Saroyan ]
Ooh. That's a nasty one.

Booth got a list of
all the students who didn't
make it to the capsule opening,

and he's pulling the names of
anyone connected to the school
in 1987 who had a record.

Oh, my God.
I'm getting flashbacks
to braces and stirrup pants...

and a really, really bad
side ponytail. You certainly grew out of it.

I wore Doc Martens
that weighed more than I did.

Apparently, Booth was fine.
He was a football player. [ Angela ] Right.

He was one of thoseguys.

Well, this guy certainly
wasn't hanging out with
the cheerleaders,

but I bet he had some
love notes stashed away
in hisSpaceballs binder.

- I think I saw him
in the video.
- [ Saroyan ] Roger Dillon.

- Class of 1987.
- [ Zack ]
Here he is.

The comet will be around
in 76 years. We'll still
be around. Don't worry.

How did Roger Dillon...

get from there...

to here?

I ran a sample
of the sludge.Organic matter.

[ Saroyan ]
Or you could call him Roger.Oh, come on.

When you can ladle someone,
he's a little less than
a person, don't you think?

Fine. I took
a sample of "Roger," ran it
through the mass spectrometer.

You'll never guess what I found.
Traces of an unidentified
organophosphate.

Nerve gas?Very good. I'll break down
the rest of the chemicals.

The victim also had
a perimortem fracture
in his wrist.

There are indications of
a Grade 2 acromioclavicular
joint separation,

but it was certainly not lethal. I've seen it before.

Someone twisted the victim's
arm behind his back--
forcefully.

So what, did he get beat up
for his lunch money?

Violent students are
the hallmark of a school yard.

I speak from experience.

However, these fractures
on his ribs might predate
high school.

So he might have had
some trouble at home.

I don't understand, Mr. Dillon,
why you've never reported
your son missing.

His mother told me
that Roger ran away.

You weren't concerned
that your son never
contacted you again?

- He didn't live with me.
He didn't want to.
- Because of the physical abuse?

Yeah. I was a drinker
in those days,

and I understood
why he wanted
to just write me off.

But I cared about him.
I was sick.

When was the last time
you saw Roger?

It was the night
of his high school graduation.

He came over here afterwards
asking me for money-- a lot.

You threw him out of the house
with his arm twisted
behind his back.

I swear, he-- he got up,
and he walked away.

Now, this was 20 years ago.
What's this all about?

Roger is dead, Mr. Dillon.

His remains
were found yesterday.

Oh, God. God. [ Booth ]
Found him at the high school.

He'd been in a time capsule
for 20 years.

Any idea why
he needed the money?

He wouldn't say.
Guess it was so
he could run away.

You should talk to Gil.
He was Roger's best friend.

Gil Bates? Yeah.

- That's the Tech Town guy.
- Yeah. They did everything
together.

We'll be in touch.

I'm different now.

I'm sober.

I never--
I never wanted to hurt him.

I loved Roger.

Right.

Kid basically melted
into all of this.

Should be able to pull
more chemical traces...

off the artifacts to I.D.
the organophosphate on him.

- Beta.St. Elmo's Fire.
- It's on the list.

One yearbook.
Foothill High School, 1987. Check.

- Dehydrate and scan.
- "Have a great summer.
Don't ever change."

- Remember those days?
- I remember getting grounded
every weekend.

So many rules to break,
so little time.You were the nerd fantasy.

I was all about Barbie. [ Hodgins ]
She was my first anatomy lesson.

- I was confused for years.
- What about Ken?
I felt so sorry for him.

Floppy disk the size
of a dinner plate.

Bingo, baby.
The disk is not on the list.

Wow. What are you?
Term paper? Launch codes?

We need to pull the data.

Do you think you're
up to it?I can try.

A hockey skate.

And it looks like it's signed.

Check on the skate.
Belonged to some jock
named John Adamson.

- A can of New Coke.
- Definitely an '80s plot
to destabilize the country.

[ Saroyan ]
Another check.And a pocket watch.

The watch is not on the list.

It's a Wallingham.
It's nice.

Computer disk
and a pocket watch.

What was
our little geek into?

It's dry.
This is a good watch.

- Some kind of residue.
- Could it help I.D.
the poison?

Let me at it.

Roger's father had no trouble
getting physical,

so why would he resort
to poisoning his son
with a nerve agent?

What sort of teenager
were you, Bones?

He did have a series
of odd jobs.

Perhaps he procured
the poison from one of them.Come on.

You have to have at least
one good story before
you pasted on the lab coat.

I was busy studying.

And in all those hours
of studying, you never
came across one hormone?

Fine. There was one boy.

Andy Fluger.

He was the varsity
lacrosse captain.

Did you kiss...

the varsity
lacrosse captain?

I was weighing
the pros and cons,

when he became
my secret Santa.

I thought you hated
secret Santa.Yes--

because he taped the gift
to my locker.

Everyone saw it.

Teenagers can be cruel.

What was it?Doesn't matter.

Come on, Bones.You promise not to laugh?

I promise.
I'm your partner.

[ Exhales ]
It was a Brainy Smurf.[ Snorts ]

You said you wouldn't laugh.I'm not laughing.

Brainy Smurf, huh?Well, it was deliberate.

He knew I wanted Smurfette.[ Snorting ]

Okay, it's clear
you find this amusing.[ Laughing ] I'm not laughing.

I'm not.

What?You know,
Angela was right.

You wereone of thoseguys.What?
One of what guys?

That was Roger
in the time capsule?

I saw his skull.
Oh, my God.
I saw his skull.

He's been there
since 1987.

You know,
Roger took off.
He left a note.

A note?Graduation night,
he left his mom a note...

saying that
he hated it here
and he was running away.

He went to his father's house
to ask for money.
Do you know why?

All I knew is what his mom
said was in the note.

Gil, his mother is dead,
and his father never
saw it, so--

So you're the only
connection we have
to the note.

It said, uh,

you know, that...

he couldn't be around
his dad anymore...

or the kids at school.

They picked on him.

They used to pick
on me too.

I guess he just
couldn't take it.

Why wouldn't he
just ask for help?

He was my best friend.

I always thought
that I'd see him again.

I can't believe
I'll never see him again.

All right, I found several
denim cotton fibers...

on both the gold watch
and the floppy,

matching what's left
of the victim's classic
acid-wash '80s jeans.

That places the watch
and the disk...

inside the victim's pocket
at the time of his murder.

I tested the residue
inside the watch casing.

Pure crystalline
tropane alkaloid.

Roger Dillon
had a pocket watch
full of cocaine?

It's so Miami Vice,
I could roll up my sleeves.

The F.B.I. sent us the files
of everyone connected
to the school who had a record.

Mostly petty thefts,
D.U.I.s, that sort of thing.

Darwin Banks,
teacher at Foothill High...

arrested in
a school-wide drug bust,
June 12, 1987.

- That's two days after
Roger disappeared.
- And Roger needed money.

Looks like our young geek
might have been killed
over a drug deal.

[ Booth ]
Do you remember Roger Dillon?

Foothill High, right?

I was his science teacher.

Smart kid.
Could have taught the class.

Yeah, well, he's dead.

We found him stuffed
into the Foothill's
time capsule.

Been there since 1987.

God.It says here
in the yearbook...

that you were
the faculty adviser
to the time capsule committee.

You gotta be kidding.

I usually don't joke around
when a 17-year-old boy's
been murdered.

Found evidence
of cocaine on him.Roger?

No. That kid was clean.

The only way he got high
was sitting in front
of his computer, writing code.

All right,
so help me out here,

because in '87 you were
arrested at the high school
for dealing.

I wasn't dealing.
I was just out of college.

I had two joints on me.And four ounces
in your apartment.

I was 23.
We all do crazy stuff
when we're kids.

Exactly.

I have my own business now.
A wife and two kids.

I'm in the Rotary Club,
for God sakes.

Well, we know
that Roger needed money.

Maybe he started
dealing for you,

and he wanted
a bigger payout.

Threatened to turn you in
if he didn't get it,
so you killed him.

I didn't kill him,
and Roger didn't rat me out.

It was Adamson--
John Adamson--

an entitled ass
even at 17.

I caught him cheating,
and the next thing I know,

the cops are knocking
on my classroom door.

He just wanted
to discredit me
so he could retake the test.

Right. So you're the victim,
with the four ounces
of weed.

Can you confirm
your whereabouts
on June 14, 1987?

If I'm such a big,
drug-dealing liar,

why would I tell you
the truth?

Because you don't
want to go to jail
for killing Roger Dillon.

Come on, Sweets.
Just come on.

You've done a lot
of psychological profiling,
and the case is 20 years old.

- We just need some help.
- That's not why we're here
today, Agent Booth.

This hour is for you
and Dr. Brennan.

She's not gonna mind.
It's only gonna take
five minutes, okay?

1987, suburban kid
is killed and stuffed
into a time capsule.

Fascinating, right?
What kind of person
would do that?

So, have any conflicts
or issues arisen
since our last session?

- Well--
- Bones and I
are doing just great.

You look angry,
Dr. Brennan.

I told Agent Booth
a private story
about my childhood,

and he laughed.

What? No. I--

I was appreciating it.
Don't get him involved.

Snorting does not
suggest appreciation.

It was about
a cartoon character
from the 1980s.

I didn't think
you'd be so sensitive.

Childhood icons
have great significance
to us, Agent Booth.

All right? I myself
was very attached to Voltron.

Cartoon.

Voltron.

You're hurt, Dr. Brennan,
because you feel...

you opened yourself up
to Agent Booth, and he
betrayed that trust.

- We're talkin' about a Smurf.
- Smurfette.

Perhaps a way to bring
this relationship back
into symmetry...

is if you reveal
a childhood story
about yourself--

show your vulnerability
to Dr. Brennan.

No. You know what?
This is crazy. It's--
It's not right.

- Tell him that it's not right.
- Is it?

Oh, you're on his side.
Why don't you go
play Voltron with him?

You were thatguy,
weren't you, Agent Booth?

You were the golden boy who
could get away with anything
just by turning on the charm.

That's ridiculous.
You don't even know
who I am.

Could it be that you're
still holding on
to that persona?

- That you're afraid
to reveal yourself?
- I'm an F.B.I. agent.

I get shot at
every day, all right?
I'm not afraid of anything.

Okay, this is obviously
very difficult for you,

but you shouldn't be ashamed
to ask for help.

You shouldn't.

Okay.

[ Exhales ]

Okay.

I apologize. I do.
I need help.

With this case.

So, while you
review this,

I will reveal myself
to Bones.

I know that sounded weird,
but you know what I mean.

So you will share...

an emotionally
humiliating episode...

from your youth with me?Yeah. I-I have 'em.

- Here.
- All right. Excellent.

Now, for the remainder
of our time, let's role-play.

Now I know why
I'm not allowed
to bring my gun in here.

[ Chuckles ]

I tested the goop.
I found traces
of cocaine...

consistent with the leakage
from the gold watch.[ Beeps ]

But when
I check the results
against samples...

of his hair and bones,
they came out negative.

Roger didn't do drugs.So his old teacher
was telling the truth?

Huh. I also discovered...

what he was dosed with,
and how much.What?

Malaoxon.Malaoxon?

Yeah.It's neurotoxic
in high doses.

Yeah, but there
was barely enough
to make a mouse cough.

So our theory
about poisoning
is incorrect.

Dr. Saroyan,
I found an anomaly
on the victim's skull.

When I was
cleaning the skull,
I found a tiny irregularity...

in the undersurface
of the victim's mandible.

Magnified, it proved to be
a tiny but sharply
defined fracture.

Judging by its location,
it appears that a weapon...

was thrust into the neck,
cutting through
the sternocleidomastoid...

and severing
both the carotid
artery and jugular vein.

Which means Roger
must have bled out.
Have you determined a weapon?

Judging by
the microscopic
crushing of the bone,

the weapon was neither
too sharp nor too blunt.

It certainly wasn't
an edged weapon.So it wasn't a knife?

Correct. However, it left
an odd textural stain
in the crevice.

I've taken a sample
and will hand it over
to Hodgins for testing.

This little darling...

is a Commodore Amiga,
with a Motorola 6800 chipset,

using a homemade
operating system.

I got it from
the computer exhibit
on the third floor.

I used to have
this exact computer.

My geek princess.

I knew the mall
couldn't suck out your soul.

♪♪ [ Tinny Game Theme ]

Hey, look at that.

Oh, this is incredible.

This is like
a primitive Doom.

You don't see anything
wrong with that?

Doom came out in 1993.

All of this stuff--
the 3-D rendering,
the first-person shooting--

were barely a glint
in a geek's eye in 1987.

So Roger was
way ahead of his time.

If this game
had come out in 1987,

Roger Dillon would have
been a billionaire
several times over.

Well, money is always
a good motive for murder.

Pretty sure
that Sweets would say...

a lost baseball game
is not personal
or revealing.

Football, Bones. Okay?
It's football.

Oh, okay. I got one.
All right, personally,
between two people.

Or revealing, like, uh,
aha-- naked.

Well, that's very literal.There was this girl,

Karen Isley, and we were
under the bleachers one night.

Personally. With me?

Got it. You were
having sex in the dirt
under the bleachers.

Excuse me.
I'm a gentleman.
I brought my sleeping bag.

Did you fail
to perform sexually?What?

'Cause that might actually
count as a humiliation.

Will you just wait?

Will you just allow me
to tell my story?

Fine.Thank you.

All right, so this girl--
She had this game where
she would ask me a question.

What kind of a question?It doesn't matter, okay?

So if I got the question wrong,
I'd have to take off
a piece of my clothing.

Of course,
I knew all the answers,

but I pretended that I didn't.So you could
take off your clothes.

Exactly. Now, the point is,
I'm standing there,

you know, in my socks
and my St. Christopher medal.

She runs off.

She runs off
with the sleeping bag
and all of my clothes,

and I'm standing there,
stark-o.

Well, why did she do that?Well, I suppose she heard...

I was under the bleachers
with another girl
the week before.

Okay, this is a story
about sexual prowess, Booth.
You're bragging.

I had to run across the campus
buck naked.

Y-You're laughing about it now.
You enjoyed displaying
your penis.

It showed "alpha male" mastery.

Only one other person knew
about Brainy Smurf.

It was my mother.

It was cold. Okay?
It was cold.

Do you know what happens
to a guy when it is cold
outside?

Hi.Hi. Can we make this quick?

My boss doesn't understand
why I keep leaving,

and he's kind of a jerk, so--

What do you know about, uh,
Warstrike?

Wow. I haven't heard
that name in a long time.

We found it on a disk
in the time capsule.

- It was on Roger
when he was killed.
- Oh, my God.

- So you knew about it?
- Yeah, but only as a drawing
in his notebook.

I didn't know
he'd written the code.

Yeah, well,
according to an expert
at the Jeffersonian,

someone could make
a lot of money off it. We planned to.

We were gonna start
a gaming business
after graduation.

Roger was the brains,
and I was the business guy.

Wait a minute.
You saw the game?
It worked?

- If you were partners,
why wouldn't he tell you that?
- He was a perfectionist.

He would never show me anything
until he thought it was perfect.

Maybe he was trying
to make a deal
with someone else.

No. No way.

We were partners, okay?
Best friends our whole lives.

Roger would never
sell me out like that.

We were saving up
to buy new computers
to create a 3-D rendering farm.

Computers were
expensive back then.

Where were you
going to get the money? We both worked.

I paved driveways,
and Roger worked a shift
at a roller rink.

Hey, I scraped grills
at a Burger Shack
for 3.55 an hour.

- That's humiliating.
- Nice try.

Roger-- He made extra money
tutoring that cheerleader
Janelle in math.

And he got paid to take
the S.A.T.s for some
cokehead hockey player.

The kid got into Harvard
off of Roger's scores.

Cokehead? What's his name?

John Adamson.
He's a real nasty piece of work.

[ Booth ]
Great. Thanks.

[ Beeps ]John Adamson was the star
hockey player at Foothill.

He barely graduated
from Harvard.
Took five years.

He got in by cheating.
He didn't deserve
to be there.

Maybe Roger was
blackmailing Adamson
about the S.A.T. scam.

So Adamson killed him?Could a hockey skate
have killed the kid?

I mean, Adamson's
was in the time capsule.

A metal skate blade
could easily cut
right through the jugular.

And the edge could create
a sharply defined fracture.

Well, there you go.
You got a motive
and a weapon.

♪♪ [ Background: Piano, Lounge ]He's at that table,
waiting.

[ Murmurs ]

[ Whispering, Indistinct ]

Well, what am I
supposed to do?Grease a palm.

John Adamson?
F.B.I. Agent Seeley Booth.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions.

Have a seat, Bones.

The senator expects me
to concentrate on running
his campaign, Agent Booth.

- I hope this isn't going
to be a waste of my time.
- Take a look at that.

Do you remember Gilbert Bates
and Roger Dillon
from high school?

No, I'm sorry.

Neither the name
Gilbert Bates nor Roger Dillon
means anything to me.

This boy was found
inside the time capsule,
dead.

You might have heard
about that.Like I said,

I've been busy
with the senator's campaign.

Oh, 'cause this kid
said that this guy...

took the S.A.T. for you,
got you into Harvard.

[ Chuckling ]

S.A.T.s didn't get me
into Harvard, Agent Booth.

My slap shot did that.

So you don't deny
that Roger Dillon
took the test for you?

Total cooperation.

We keep my sordid
academic past in the past?

- Sure.
- I paid Roger 200 bucks
to take the test for me.

It was a done deal.

Two weeks later, he comes
knocking at my door,
saying...

if I don't cough up
another 500,
he'll rat me out.

Roger tell you
why he needed the money? No.

I gave him
all the cash I had--

maybe 90 bucks--
and my watch.

The watch with
the hidden compartment
for cocaine?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

[ Clears Throat ]What?

Well, you're a very
slow reader, Dr. Sweets.

I'm afraid Agent Booth's
report on Mr. Adamson is
more revealing of Agent Booth...

than it is of Adamson.Really? Why?

That's for Agent Booth
to share.

But I've seen John Adamson
on TV enough to know...

that while he's harmful
to the political process,

he's not homicidal.

- He's too sensitive.
- A horny, cocaine-snorting,
jock party boy is sensitive?

Yes, definitely.
And emotionally immature.

Totally dependent
upon external validation.

Cheap and greedy too.
They're always cheap and greedy.

You got all this off TV?The point is,
at the age of 17,

John Adamson gave Roger Dillon
money and a watch.

If he had killed Roger,
he would have taken
his watch back.

Very convincing--
the watch part anyway.

All that insight
into the intangible enigma
of human behavior,

and you zone in
on the banal and tangible.

I bring more banal
and tangible evidence.

Wow. With you people,
it's really go, go, go,
isn't it?

We're catching murderers.

And that is so dope,
all right?

I'm running up a profile
right now to help.
I love being in the field.

Uh, you're in a secure lab.

Dude, for eight hours a day,
I'm surrounded by neurotics.

Okay? To me, this is fieldwork.

Uh, no offense, Dr. Brennan.
I'll finish the profile.

Anyhoo, we've determined
that the Malaoxon
in the Roger stew...

was originally the common
organophosphate pesticide
malathion before it broke down.

- How common?
- There was this 1980s
mosquito panic,

and malathion was sprayed
everywhere.

Virginia
Department of Agriculture
and Consumer Services...

says there was a quadrant
bordering Foothill
High School...

that was sprayed at 7:45 p.m.
on Thursday, June 14, 1987.

Whoa. Why did they keep
such detailed records?

Spraying aerial neurotoxins
in an attempt to kill creatures
that outlive atomic bombs...

- tends to make bureaucrats
consider possible lawsuits.
- [ Beeping ]

I guess.

- It's a housing development.
- Yes, but in 1987,
it was mostly a swamp.

The development was under
construction. There were
only a few finished homes.

Could the wind have blown
the insecticide
onto Roger?

In this concentration,
Roger had to have been wading
right through the middle of it.

- Why would he do that?
- There's only one reason.

- A girl.
- What are you basing that on?

I was a boy.

And I searched
the 1987 real estate records.

Guess who lived in one
of the only finished houses.

Janelle Brown,
head cheerleader.

- He was tutoring her
in math.
- Exactly.

Why would he wade
through a swamp
to get to the house?

There had to be roads.It was quicker.
She was a cheerleader.

She was hot.
He couldn't wait.

It's the boy thing again.

Or maybe he was peeping
through her window.

Could have been a peeper.

Uh, Dr. Hodgins?

Do boys change
after high school?

Only on the outside.

Whoever thought
hair like that looked good?

Hey, check this out.

This is weird, right?It's a yearbook.

It's supposed to be weird--
and humiliating.

Yeah, but this
is the Hall of Fame
section.

It's usually "Best Smile"
and "Most Likely
to Succeed."

This is "Most Likely to Get
Head Stuck Up Own Ass."

And "Best Rack."

And "Most Likely
to Die of V.D."Wait.

Somebody put a prank version
of the yearbook
in the capsule...

to embarrass everyone
20 years later?Yep.

Look at this.
"Brought to you
by Gruff & Grim."

So we're looking for two kids
who put a yearbook and a body
into the time capsule.

Okay, Bones,
so there was this girl.

Okay? Sherai Bellapini.
Sherai, Sherai.

She was the coolest,
hottest girl in
high school.

I wanted to ask her
to my junior prom.

So I bribed the suck-up who did
the morning announcements--Suck-up?

You know, the kids
who did anything
to please the teachers.

So I get on the loudspeaker,
and I ask her to prom.

Uh-huh.

On the loudspeaker.This is your
embarrassing story?

On the loudspeaker.Yeah.

I got laughed at
for weeks.Did she go with you to the prom?

Sure.Okay. This is merely
another story...

of victory
and sexual conquest. [ Doorbell Rings ]

Look, Bones,
they laughed at me.

Okay? Laughing has got
to count for something.

There's no public humiliation
in that story, Booth.

You don't even know
what public humiliation is.Hi.

Ah, Ms. Stinson.
Special Agent Booth.Was your name...

Janelle Brown
in high school?Yes.

- Mind if we come in
and ask you a few questions?
- Of course. Yeah. Come in.

Look at her.
I wish I was
Janelle Brown again.

At least, parts of me do.
You know what I mean.

- You lived at
224 Green Gates Crescent?
- Yeah.

Just a few blocks from here.

It backed on to a swamp.Yeah. I was scared of
that swamp as a little girl.

How well did you know
Roger Dillon?

Oh, I don't know.
He was my math tutor.

And, well, math
wasn't really my thing,
so I needed a lot of help,

and, well, he kind of
developed a crush on me.

He was actually
kind of cute,
in a nonjock way.

You know, sweet.
Oh. He loved The Cure.

For what?
What did he have? It's a band, Bones.

That's-That's--
That's a band.

Uh, did he tutor you
at your place?

Uh-huh. My place or the library.
Usually my place.

I think he liked it there.
You know, his own place
wasn't very nice.

Do you remember seeing him
on, uh, June 14, 1987?

[ Boy ]
Mom?Uh, I'm in here, honey.

It would have been
the last day of school.

I'm going to Pete's.Okay.

- What's goin' on?
- These people are
with the F.B.I.

They're investigating
the time capsule murder.

Nothing to worry about.
Your parents were just
friends of the victim.

- Well, that sucks.
- Yeah. Honey, why don't you
go to Pete's?

[ Janelle ]
If you're gonna be late,
just give me a call.

'Cause you have
your cell phone, right? I have it.

- [ Janelle ]
Okay.
- What are you doing?

See you later, Mom.Okay.

You know, I think
I actually did see Roger
on the last day of school.

- Why?
- Like I said, he was my tutor.

Why would he come
to your house on
the last day of school?

Honestly? He brought me
my graded final,

but he'd have used
any excuse.

I didn't encourage him, but--
[ Chuckles ]

High school was so long ago.
None of us is the same person.

I'm sorry Roger ended up
that way,

but after
he dropped off my final,
I never saw him again, so--

- Well, uh--
- Thank you, Ms. Stinson.

Oh, yes. Uh-huh.
Of course.

Could you please call up
Terry Stinson from
the Foothill yearbook?

Mm-hmm.

[ Angela ]
Track team,

vice president
of the student council,
runner-up for Mr. Popularity.

Where does it say that?It's the type, sweetie.

He's Mr. Second Best.

It's kind of like when
you want Brad Pitt,

and you get
Matthew McConnaughey.

Pull up the photo
of his son Alex.

Alex Stinson shows three
classic examples of Mendelion
inheritance.

A cheek dimple
on the left side,

cleft chin
and detached earlobes.

Distinct facial features,
wide-set eyes,

asymmetrical nostrils.

Just like his dad.

He's nothing like his dad.

Oh, boy.

Could you please
replace Terry Stinson
with Roger Dillon?

[ Angela ]
Oh, boy.

Twenty years ago,
Terry Stinson finds out...

that Roger Dillon has sex
with his girlfriend.

And he kills him.

[ Terry ]
Of course we'll take
a D.N.A. test.

You realize,
in a murder investigation,
we can't rule anything out.

Did you know that
it was possible that Alex
was not your biological son?

What?

- Is it possible?
- Is it?

[ Exhales ]

Can I answer that
after the D.N.A. test?

- I guess I just did.
- So you didn't know?

Terry didn't know.

Alex was born
on January 7, 1988.

I don't believe this.

That means you were pregnant
in the spring already.

You just wanted me to believe
that the baby was mine?

No. No.

I wanted the baby inside me
to beyours.

I don't get this.
Roger-- What--

But he was--

Why did you sleep
with Roger?

He was sweet.
I knew he was nuts about me.

I liked feeling special.

- Let's face it, Terry.
Back then you were thatguy.
- What guy?

[ Janelle ]
The guy who did
anything he wanted.

You didn't need me.

Roger-- he came over that day.
He came through the swamp.

He was filthy.
His father had
just beaten him up.

Ms. Stinson, did you
tell Roger that he had
gotten you pregnant?

Yes.

He wanted to marry me.

He said he could
get the money for us
to go away together,

but I told him
I didn't want to.

I was back with you by then.

Only you.

Why didn't you tell me?

When I told you
I was pregnant,
you were so happy.

It's when I knew
that you loved me.
That you weren't thatguy.

That we could have
a great life together.

And we did. [ Brennan ]
I'm sorry.

I had to borrow
one of your pictures.You stole that.

- What do you think
happened to Roger?
- I don't know.

He had the money.
He was never happy here.

I figured that he
just took off by himself.

I am so sorry.

I always wanted
to tell you the truth,
but I just--

I just couldn't figure out
how to tell you that
Alex wasn't yours.

Alex ismy son.

We are a family.

Well, the murder happened
at night, on a high school
playing field.

Not a likely place
to find adults.

Plus, teenagers are
dominated by their ids, which
make them act irrationally.

Physiologically,
their judgment's impaired...

by an incomplete
frontal lobe. You're-- What?

Twenty-two, right?
How's your frontal lobe?

Almost there?

[ Snickers ]Again, a hectoring tone.
I--

I'm sorry. Just keep going. All right, there was no
sexual assault, no theft.

The watch and other effects
were still on him,

further indications
that this was just
a rash and youthful act.

- Right, right.
That's good, for a kid.
- This is guesswork, Booth.

It's a logical interpretation
of subjective analysis...

by a highly intelligent expert
in his field actually.

The killer knew the exact date
the time capsule...

would be opened when
he put the victim in there.

He's been waiting 20 years
for that body to be found...

so he could reconcile
himself with his past
and finally pay for his crime.

Like Terry Stinson.

No.
[ Exhales ]

I think you're looking
for someone who's been
punishing himself for years--

someone self-destructive,
working far below
his potential.

- Why didn't he just confess?
- Most likely he has,
in some way, Agent Booth.

The question is,
were you listening?

Agent Booth is
an incredibly good listener.

I really am.
It's my strength.

[ Huffs ]
Then perhaps, uh,

the time capsule was just
a convenient place
to stash a body.

You know, profiling's
not an exact science.

But I hope I'm right.

I really want to tell
my girlfriend I helped
catch a murderer.

Be a good night for me.
[ Laughs ]

The textural stain
on the undersurface
of Roger's mandible...

was liquid petroleum.An oil product?

I know, I know.
Dead common, right?
But I did some further analysis.

I found that there were
microscopic particles...

of granite embedded
in the petroleum.

Also all over
the broken seals
of the time capsule.

Definitely not
John Adamson's ice skate.

Yeah, not unless
he skated on asphalt.

Twenty years ago,
what I'm seeing as petroleum
wasasphalt.

It was driven into Roger's bone
with a flat, metal--An asphalt shovel.

Yeah.Gil Bates worked
paving driveways.

Roger was my best friend.

Gruff & Grim, right?Like, who was who?

I was Gruff.
Roger was Grim.

So you went out
to the field that night...

to plant the yearbook
in the time capsule. Right.

Surprise everyone
20 years down the line.

You dug up the capsule,
and you broke the seal
with the asphalt shovel.

Your amigo, Grim--
He wanted his money back?

The money that you'd
earmarked for your business--

all those computers that were
going to make you rich? You couldn't do that, Gruff.

You couldn't give Grim
back the money.

Stop using those names.Did he tell you that
it was for Janelle Brown?

I bet he did.
I bet old Grim said,
"I'm sorry, Gruff,

but there's this girl,
and our plans--
they're dumped."

I asked you to just stop
using the names.

But then Grim said,
"You know what?
My dream has changed.

You and me, Grim & Gruff"--
[ Slaps Desk ]
"We're finished."

Stop it!
You don't know what
you're talking about.

We don't know what?

Did he tell you
it was because she was pregnant?

He should have told you.
You would have understood.

Understood what?

Janelle was pregnant
with Roger's son.

Oh, my God.

He didn't say.
He just said
that he loved her.

I told him--
I told him
how stupid that was.

I said that she'd never
look at someone like him,

and he got all pissed,
and then he hit me.

And I just--
I went and I picked up
the shovel, and I just--

I just jabbed.

It was an accident.
It was just a jab.

He held his neck,
and he went--
He went all white.

The wound severed
both his jugular
and his carotid.

He would have died quickly.

He did.

I held him
and I told him I was sorry.

He knew
that I didn't mean it.

I loved the guy.

He has a kid?

Yes.

I hope I get the chance
to tell him about his father.

All right,
there was this kid--
junior year.

Okay, is this gonna be
another story where...

you think you were humiliated,
but you were actually--
were not?

Just listen to me.
This kid. Junior year.
Harlan Kinny.

He was one of those...

real weird, you know,
looking kids.

He had this big
Adam's apple stickin' out.

And he wore his dad's clothes
to school.

You know, with
the whole stretchy belt
around his waist.

What's wrong with that?
It's practical.You're not listening.

He was one of those
real superior types.

Always talking
out of a thesaurus.

And one day he came up
to me and a bunch
of my buddies,

and he called us
a bunch of philistines.

You know what that means,
right?Yeah.

A philistine is a smug,
ignorant person...

who is antagonistic
toward higher thought
and intelligence.

I didn't know
what that meant
until I looked it up.

I told Kinny,
"Look, I'm not '‘Philistine.'
I'm Catholic."

[ Laughs ]

That's pretty close
to humiliation.No, that's embarrassing.

That's not
the humiliating part.Oh.

dangled him
over the stairway.

You know, he begged and cried,
and everyone laughed.

How is this about you?I laughed.

I don't understand.I could have stopped it.

I could have stepped in
and helped the kid out.

Instead, I-- I didn't.

I chose my side,
and it was the wrong side.

So you were humiliated
because you didn't
act like a hero?

Fine. Fine. You know what?

I'm perfect.
My life was perfect.

It's a good story, okay?
It's a bad one.

Um, it's both,
I guess.

I mean, I get it.Yeah?

What is that?

Nothing.

You evolved,

and evolution
is very impressive.

And that is definitely
not nothing.

This?Did you bring that
for me?

No.Good, because it's
the wrong Smurf.

I liked Smurfette.
That's Brainy Smurf.

Smurfette was
stupid, shallow Smurf,
who only had her looks.

Look, you're better
than Smurfette.

You have your looks
and a whole lot more.

[ Man ]
♪ Come with me to a place ♪

You did bring that for me, ♪♪ [ Continues, Indistinct ]

to charm me in case...

I didn't find
your humiliation story
impressive,

but I did, so--Aha.

So I didimpress you.

That's what "impressive"
means, dummy.

You're such a philistine.[ Chuckles ]

I tell you what.
You can hold on to this,

and it will remind you
how far I've come.

I forgive you
for snorting, Booth.

Evolution is a long,
long process.
It takes hundreds of years.

Thousands.

Why do you have
to always correct me?

To help you evolve.

[ Exhales ]

♪ You can take my life ♪

♪ But I'll never die ♪

♪ You can tell
that's the way ♪

♪ I'll survive ♪♪

What's that mean?