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[ Electronic
Squealing ]

Come on!

[ Squealing Continues ]Come on!

[ Steady Beeping ]

Ah. Ah.
[ Murmuring ]

Oh, yeah. That's the stuff.

[ Electronic Squealing ]

[ Steady Beeping ]

Ah!

Ah. Ah.

Oh, no.

What is it?

[ Laughing ]

[ Exhales, Sighs ]

Wow.[ Laughs ]

[ Panting ]

Is it me,
or are we louder stateside?

There are no bombs
to drown us out, right?

Yes.Mmm. Mmm. Mmm!

[ Beeping ][ Booth ] Are you serious?
It's 3:00 a.m.

Oh!

It's my boss.

Your boss? Oh!

Hannah here, and annoyed.
It's the middle of the night.

At 7:00? That's only
a few hours away.

[ Exhales ]

Do they have
my name at the gate?

Okay. Thanks.

All right.

What's going on?

Uh, breakfast
at the White House.Mmm.

And only five of us
were invited,

so maybe I can get
some real questions answered.

Breakfast at 4:00 a.m.?

7:00.7:00?

But I have to change.
These are the only clothes
I have here.

Okay.Gotta go.

You gotta go?
Right this second?

[ Groans ]

Bye. See you tonight.

[ Exhales ]

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

Seriously?
You gotta be kidding me.

[ Ringing ][ Beeps ]

[ Booth ] Why can't they find
these victims at a reasonable
time of the day, huh?

Ah, just look at that.
Look how beautiful
that is, Bones.

Wouldn't it be great
to come to work
every day at the beach?

Well, the sand
and the salty air...

would make research and
accurate forensic analysis
impossible.

The victim's decomposing
at an accelerated rate.

Could the acceleration
be the result
of something chemical...

or radiological?

No sign of radioactivity
and no chemical
that I'm aware of...

that would cause
catastrophic cellular necrosis.

[ Booth ] Whoa-ho!
What's going on
with the maggots?

- They're, like, freaky happy.
- Yeah, and they're everywhere.

Oh. Whoa. Okay.
Maggot right on the leg.
Right there.

Can I squash him,
or does Hodgins have
to interrogate him?

I'll get him.

Dr. Brennan, can you help me
lift the victim gently?

Where are you going?I.D.'ing the victim
takes forever.

I'm gonna go get
a cup of coffee.

Richard Dominick Genaro.
Born September 25, 1986.

6'2", 195 pounds.

Or you could just check
to see if he has a wallet.

Decomposition is accelerating--
perhaps because of the sunlight.

Okay, so what
do we got here, huh?
Vampire from New Jersey?

Before we answer that,
I'd like to get him
back to the lab.

[ Brennan ]
And we better do it quickly.

[ Saroyan ]
On three.
One, two, three.

[ Grunts ]

Thanks.

You're stronger than you look.

Why, thank you,
Dr. Saroyan.

I appreciate
your effort...

to help me feel
comfortable
at work...

after my stint
at the loony bin.

Are you being sarcastic?

No. It's hard to tell,
isn't it?

Are you being sarcastic now?

My shrink told me...

that sarcasm is not earnest
communication...

and that I should try
to live joyously...

and genuinely
in every moment.

Whoa! Okay, okay,
everybody move.

Or just-- just freeze.

Wow. Piophila casei.

More commonly known
as cheese skippers.

Under certain circumstances,

they jump up and
they grab their butts
with their mouths.

I met a guy
at the hospital
that could do that.

Yeah? They have him
hopped up on stimulants?

'Cause that's
what's causing this.

We'll screen for amphetamines,
ecstasy, cocaine.

[ All ]Ooh.

That might account
for the rapid decomposition.

This was one big muscly guy.

He had only four-percent
body fat.Really?

- Geez. How much did he weigh?
- 89 kilos.

Really? This dude
was shredded.

[ Fisher ] Tooth veneers
over the central
and lateral incisors.

This guy must have had
a brilliant, engaging smile.

Yeah, I'm sure he lived
joyously in the moment.

Um--

No, we're really, really happy
that you didn't kill yourself.

Oh, I was never suicidal.

What happened was I slept
20 hours a day for two months.

My shrink said
it was a warning sign.

Sounds great to me.

There's a depression fracture
at the cranial vertex.

- No sign of remodeling.
- Smashed on top of the head?

I guess I better map
these microfractures,

which will be a satisfying
and productive use...

of my training and abilities.

♪♪ [ '80s Disco ] [ Man ]
♪ Ohh ♪

♪ Ohh ♪

♪♪ [ Continues ]

- ♪♪ [ Stops ]
- Okay, this one here is
our victim, Ritchie "The V."

I assume he's called
Ritchie "The V"
due to his body shape.

- What up?
This is Ritchie "The V."
- ♪♪ [ Continues ]

Today, you're gonna
learn how to get
my signature "V," baby.

Boom! Boom!

Oh, Ritchie "The V."
What's going on? Frankie!

Okay, so this one
is Li'l Frankie Costello.
He's in most of these videos.

These are what
are known as "guidos."

Yeah. Sweetie, I don't think
they actually like
to be called that.

But they do. That's
what they call themselves.

Although, interestingly, not all
guidos are of Italian descent.Really?

While the styles and mannerisms
are based on Italian-American
tropes,

the guidos can be
of any ethnic background.

They gather
at the Jersey shore.

The male bonding
is near homoerotic.

The friends, or bros,
are more important to them
than family.

Right. And how do you
know all of this?

I stumbled across
a compelling documentary
about them.

The anthropologist in me
was fascinated.

I've been studying
their language and customs.

A documentary?Yes. On television.

[ Laughs ]
Sweetie, just because it's
called "reality television"...

doesn't mean
that it's a documentary.

I-I'm quite certain
you're incorrect
about that.

[ Laughs ]
Okay.

You sure
it's my Ritchie?Yes, ma'am.

Madonna mia.

Um, the autopsy also shows that
he may have been assaulted--
knocked in the head.

[ Sniffles ]
Who did this to my Ritchie?

You tell me that right now.

Can you think of anyone
that would want to hurt
your son?

No, Agent Booth.

I cannot think of anyone
who would want to hurt
my Ritchie.

Not anyone.
And if I could think
of such an anyone,

I would go out there
and I would
kill them myself...

before they ever got
anywhere near my kid.

Any reason
for him to be in trouble?

What kind of trouble?Girlfriends?

Uh, fighting? Gambling?No.

No. No. Nothing like that.Booze?

And any trouble
he ever did get into...

was at the urging
of that little Frankie,
3-to-1.

Little Frankie, 3-to-1.
Does he have a last name?

Yeah. Costello.
Ralphie's boy.

Any trouble my Ritchie
ever got into, it was because
of that little Frankie.

What kind of trouble?

They got kicked off
the high school
football team...

for using steroids.

The urging of that little
Frankie, just like I said.

But I'll tell you what.
I put the fear of God
into my kid, and he stopped.

I didn't go through
44 hours of labor...

so my kid could grow up
and stick poison in his body.

- You sure he stopped?
- Yes, I am.

- How's that?
- Because he told me.

And Ritchie
never lied to me.
Not twice anyway.

When was the last time you saw
your little Ritchie?

About a month ago
with little Frankie,
uh, down at the shore.

They were sharing
a house.

Ritchie was very serious
about school.

And he said this was gonna
be his last summer to party.

And I guess he was right.

Agent Booth.

Turns out it was
that little Frankie
that did this--

[ Slams Desk ]

you bring him here to me.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

This is Dr. Brennan.

Listen, I got a lead
on a suspect. It's a guy
by the name of Francis Costello.

- Li'l Frankie?
- Little Frankie.
Wait. How do you know?

Oh, he's featured in
the guido video Angela found. Oh.

Well, the victim's mother
fingered Little Frankie.

"Li'l." Li'l Frankie.

Like Li'l Red Riding Hood,
Li'l Abner, Li'l Jon.

Whatever, okay? We should be
at the Jersey shore, okay?

- I'm gonna come pick you up.
- Oh, excellent.

I can compare
the field experience
with the documentary series.

Okay. See you in a bit.

[ Device Beeps ]

Ah, Dr. Brennan.
How are you?

I'm well, Mr. Fisher.

Have you fully recovered
from your mental breakdown?

It's an ongoing process.

It's very often those with
the highest intelligence...

who suffer from--
the vernacular is "meltdown."

Well, thank you,
Dr. Brennan.

No, I'm not being kind.
I'm being factual.

I know. That's
what makes it awesome.

There was extensive damage
to the C1 and C2 vertebrae.

It's like the spinous
and transverse processes...

cracked off internally.That's exactly
what happened.

These processes
were broken off
by the foramen magnum here.

The cervical column was forced
into the victim's skull...

and then penetrated
the base of the brain.

Which caused tearing
to the major vessels
of the brainpan.

The brain would have bled out,
thus releasing him
into sweet oblivion.

Which is death,
which is sad, not happy.

Yes. Death would have
occurred near instantaneously.

I also found a sliver
of concrete embedded
in the skull wound.

I gave it to Hodgins.Very good, Mr. Fisher.

[ Clears Throat ]

So, what's got you
so interested?

I've been studying
their culture,
language and customs.

The guido tribe
is fascinating.

What, is it all right
to call them that?A tribe? Yes.

No. I don't think
it's all right
to call them guidos.

Oh, the guidos' dance rituals,

tattoos, speech patterns,
secret lexicons...

and ornate costumes
are obvious markers.

They're dumb-ass kids.

Yes. The avid focus
on mating...

suggests a kind
of protracted adolescence.

"Kids" and "dumb-ass" refer
to their determined...

resistance to maturity.[ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Ringing ]This is Dr. Brennan.

We know why
the cheese skippers
were literally flipping out.

- Ephedra. Probably
from energy drinks.
- Synthetic adrenaline?

Yeah. The maggots ingested it
from the tissue, and it
made them ravenous.

Which explains
why his remains
decomposed so quickly.

Now, extrapolating
the time it took...

for a one-gram sample
of flesh to be devoured,

the victim died
between 40 and 52 hours ago.

There's more.

Glycerin, surfactants,
lanolin, petrolatum,

vegetable oil, coconut oil
and copious amounts
of artificial fragrance.

Basically, he looked
and smelled great
when he died.

Okay.[ Beeps ]

The tox screen showed
high levels of alcohol,

over-the-counter stimulants
and men's beauty products.

I'm sorry.
Men's what now?Hair spray,

hair gel, tanning spray
and some sort
of aerosolized perfume.

Cologne.
Men wear cologne.You don't.

That's because it
smells like perfume.

[ Woman ]
Wait up, Diana!

[ Brennan ]
This is the perfect environment
for the tribe to preen and mate.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]It's like trying to find
a guido in a haystack.

Booth. Hey, Hannah.

Uh, yeah.
Just-- You know what?[ Women Chattering ]

Hey. Hell, move all
your stuff in.Thank you.

Say hi for me.Uh-- [ Clears Throat ]
No, I'm serious.

Listen, uh,
Bones says hi.

Hannah says hi.Hi.

Hi. Everybody
says hi.

Okay. Uh, listen.

Mi casa es su casa.

All right.
Talk to you later. Bye.[ Beeps ]

That was, uh--
That was very casual.

What?You inviting Hannah
to move in with you.

Usually there's more ceremony.
I hope she didn't feel cheated.

It's not like we haven't
talked about it
before, Bones.

- Eureka.
A gathering of guidos.
- [ Partyers Shouting ]

I believe that's
Li'l Frankie.

[ All Chanting ]
Go! Go! Go! Go!

Given the excessive amounts
of stimulants and alcohol,

it's possible
that Ritchie "The V"
simply fell down,

fracturing his cerebellum
on the concrete.

[ Crowd ]
One,

two, three!

[ Whooping ]

Either that or he was tossed
head first straight into the
concrete by drunken idiots.

That certainly would fit
into their tribal customs.

[ Whooping, Shouting Continue ]

♪♪ [ Rock ]

♪♪ [ Techno ][ All Chattering, Laughing ]

[ Woman ]
I'm a really good person.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. F.B.I.

Ow!

Watch yourself there.
F.B.I. Agent Booth.

- What's your name, pretty lady?
- I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan
of the Jeffersonian.

Sup? Yo, sup? Sup?[ Man ]Sup?

Well, Dr. Temperance Brennan
of the Jeffersonian,

how about when you finish
with all your policing
or whatnot,

you and your
hot-for-teacher friends
come meet me...

down at
Club Elegante tonight?

- You know what I'm sayin'?
- Why don't we all just
take one swollen step back.

You, muscles marinara,
when's the last time
you saw Ritchie Genaro?

Thursday. Him and Peppy Dio
went creeping.

Oh, creeping is when
males go in search
of females...

for the purpose
of having sex.

Right. Thanks, Bones.
Got that.

So, was Peppy the last person
you saw with Ritchie?

Is Peppy
in some sort of trouble?

That's what we're here
to find out.

- So, where's Peppy now?
- He's doing a G-T-L.

- What's a G-T-L?
- Gym, tan, laundry.

Well, all right.

Ritchie and Peppy,
Thursday night.
What happened?

I don't know.
The V hasn't
been back since.

We just thought he pulled some
ho-bag or skank or something.
That's the V's weakness.

- Ho-bags and skanks--
- Got it. Thank you.

All right, so,
Peppy and Ritchie, they have
any arguments? They fight?

They fought over
a stupid T-shirt.Oh! Shut the hole, Jo.

[ Scoffs ]
Whatever.

Okay, wha--
They fought over a T-shirt?

Peppy got his drink on
before going to the club.

He went to pick up Ritchie,
who was wearing the exact same
Fred McCarty T-shirt.

Peppy didn't
wanna be twinsies,
so they got into it.

So the bros were
mixing it up, yo.

Yeah, they made up and wore
the same shirt anyway.

- Well, the victim was wearing
a Fred McCarty shirt.
- That's true.

Victim?
Is Ritchie all right?

No. No. He's dead.

Ritchie!

Frankie.
Frankie, baby, what is it?

Ritchie's dead.The V?

- [ Woman ] What?
- The V! The V's dead!

- [ Woman #2 ] Ritchie "The V"?
There's a mistake.
- O-M-G!

Loretta! Loretta,
someone killed Ritchie!

Which Ritchie?
Fat Ritchie?

No. Ritchie "The V."

Oh, my God!

Francine, someone
killed Ritchie "The V"!

- I know. It's freaking me out!
- [ Woman Sobbing ]

No! Not Ritchie!

Well, cat's
out of the bag now.

[ Woman Sobbing ]

[ Sweets ]
What these guys do
is combine alcohol...

with highly caffeinated
energy drinks containing
pseudoephedrine.

Lots of posturing, muscles
and fighting over girls.

Like many tribes,
the markers that define a man
involve sex and violence.

Ritchie was hooking up
with someone who was
hooking up with someone else.

Bottom line there.

And the answer
could be right in here.

[ Brennan ] These copies
of his text messages just
seem to be random letters.

- Some kind of code?
- Wait. Like, "T-T-F-N."

"Ta-ta for now."

I'm pretty good at these.Great.

Here you go. All yours.
Call when you're done.

Okay. T-T-F-N.

[ Typing ][ Knocking ]

- Hey, Temperance.
- Hello.

- Is this a bad time?
- Um, for what?

- For us to talk?
- No. No.
This is a fine time for that.

Come in.

This place is totally cool.

It's like working
in a spaceship.Well, I wouldn't know.

I trained
for a shuttle mission once,
but never got to go.

You're quite literal,
aren't you?

Yes. I find I avoid a lot
of misunderstandings...

if I merely deal
with facts.

Well, the reason I'm here--

Um, Seeley asked me
to move in with him.

I can't really give you
advice about that.
I don't know you that well.

And there's
so many factors--
sexual compatibility--

No. I'm doing it.

I came back from Afghanistan
to be with him.

Oh. Then congratulations.

You must be happy--
you and Booth.

Yeah, we are.

But I was thinking.
I wanted to get him something
when I moved in-- a present.

- And since you
know him so well--
- A telephone.

- Get him a telephone.
- I was thinking something
a little more personal.

A vintage rotary phone.

Booth loves them
and hasn't been able
to find the right one.

- Really?
- Yes. He's been looking.

He says that's what
a phone is supposed to be--

indestructible
and heavy enough
to knock someone out.

[ Laughs ]
Yeah, that sounds like Seeley.

His grandfather
kept his rotary phone
until it fell apart.

Booth loved the feel
of the Bakelite,

the tick-tick-tick
of the dial as it turned.

He says the mechanics
make it human.

And lucky for me,
he has a partner
who knows him so well.

Booth and I have become
very close-- by necessity.

Congratulations again.
I'm happy for you both.

Thanks.

One thing, Hannah.

I want you
to be sure about this.

- The phone?
- No.

Although I understand
the misunderstanding.

No, about you and Booth
moving in together.

Booth will give himself
to you completely.

And it would be
very painful for him...

if you aren't as serious
about the relationship
as he is.

I am. But thanks though.

You're a good friend,
Temperance.

Seeley's very lucky.

My shrink thought I should
get out of the forensic
anthropology business.

I tried to explain
it's not violent death that
makes me morbidly depressed.

It was life.

And he thinks
that explanation
shows a positive attitude?

Oh, I'm quite positive
about my job.

For example,
these injuries--
how cool are they?

There's a perimortem bruise
near the depression fracture.
That must have hurt.

Another cheery thought--

once I removed the scalp,
subscapular hemorrhaging
was apparent.

That means there were
two injuries to the head.

Which means for the victim
to have taken a swan dive
onto the pavement,

he would have had
to do it twice.

Is there enough Red Bull
and vodka in the world
to explain that?

Most likely, he was struck
in the head twice
by the same weapon.

What did Hodgins say
about the concrete sample?

It's called minute-crete.
And it's not a match
to the sample...

taken from
the shore house.

We should do a search
for any weapons that could
be made of minute-crete.

Don't look at me
that way, dude.

You don't know
how good you got it.

- [ Footsteps ]
- Angela, can you
run a search...

- on possible weapons made
from minute-crete?
- Yeah. Sure.

Something that
could cause fractures
and subscapular hemorrhaging.

Oh, my God.What?

You're--Oh, I'm-- Yeah. I'm messy.

I know. I shouldn't
eat lying down.

Pregnant.
You're pregnant.

What? Pregnant?

Me? N-- No.

No.You've got
that whole glowy thing.

And the crackers.
Nobody eats crackers
for pleasure.

Okay. Listen.
I've been feeling
a little bit queasy.

But you cannot tell
anybody about this.

I was right. I knew it.

Uh-- Are you happy about this?

Yes. We're--
We're thrilled.

I could be having
a little Hodgins.
How cute would that be?

Oh-- [ Stammers ]
Maybe you should lie down.

Uh, no. I'm--
I'm okay actually.

I'm feeling pretty good.
I can do anything,
you know?

I would hope that you
could keep this between us,
because nobody else knows.

Oh. Of course.
Just you and me.

Okay. You can't
even tell Hodgins
that you know,

because he wants to make
some sort of big announcement
at the right time.

- I won't breathe a word.
- Okay.

I'm just so happy.
This is so great, Angela.
I-- Oh--

What is?

That she is--

That I--
I have a, uh--

I have a database
of concrete items
that can kill someone.

And today is the first day
that I can use it.

So I am o-over the moon.

Yes. And you shouldn't
disturb her, Mr. Fisher.

I wanted to give you
the measurements
of the injuries.

The dispersal
of fracturing--Great.

Great. Fantastic.

And I'll go... away now.

I just can't get as stoked
about work as you guys can.

Right.

[ Woman ]
Okay, so I'm all ready![ Woman #2 ] Okay, okay!

Hey, ho!
Put on the brakes.
You two on the list?

Look, let me handle this.
Yo, what's up? Yeah.

Bones, hold--Ho, ho, wait. The list.

F.B.I., okay?
We're here about a murder.
Listen.

The victim was here
at this establishment
with this guy.

Uh, is he here tonight?

Oh, yeah.
He's right there.
See? Him.

No, no. Him.

Him?Okay, you know what?

We'll go scope the place out
ourselves, all right?

Do your thing.Yeah, whatever.

♪♪ [ Loud Techno ]

[ Whooping ]

Notice the two
unpaired females.

Their body movements
and attire...

suggest they are
available for mating.Bones, we're looking for Peppy.

Oh. Over there.Where? Peppy?

No. No. Two males
have spotted
the available females...

and will approach them
and begin the exhibition.

Fascinating.Fascinating?
More like pitiful.

Now the males are displaying
their musculature,

indicating
they are good breeders.

This activity shows
that these two will soon mate...

and the other suitors
will continue
their search elsewhere.

Just remember, we're here
looking for Peppy.

Excuse me. F.B.I.

You ladies, uh,
recognize this guy?

Uh-uh.Mm-mmm.

[ Man ]
Get back here!
Stop that guy!

Whoo!You're toast, man!

You're toast!Hey!

- Booth, look. It's him.
- [ Laughing ]

Hey!

Hey, you. F.B.I.
Hold it right there.

Yeah, right.
[ Laughing ]

Hey, cool it.

Yeah, you're gonna pay
for that. Come on!

[ Man ]
Fight! Fight!

- Hey, hey, hey!
- [ Woman Screams ]

Get off me!
Get off me!

This posturing is called
"throwing the crab."

It will intimidate him
into compliance.

[ Booth ]
What was that about?

These idiots think ice
is free, and it's not.

They're always in my way.
They never let me
do my job.

Look, I gotta account
for every single cube.

Ice is frozen water, yo.
Water's free.
Do the math, dipstick.

Put on some lip gloss, Mary.I will, 'cause your mother
likes my lips soft.

- Oh, he's suggesting that he
had sex with his mother.
- Right. Got that, Bones.

Steroid freak.Who's the one who goes
ballistic over water?

Like you even know
what "ballistic" means.

You can go home now.
Come on. Go.

Ballistic, as in referring
to "from the balls."

No. That's not even close
to an accurate definition.

Ballistic refers
to projectile in flight.

So can I make like
a ballistic now?

No, you cannot make
like a ballistic now,

because you were the last person
who saw Ritchie Genaro alive.

Seriously, yo?
Ritchie was my boy.
How am I gonna kill my boy?

- Knocking him over the head.
- You don't seem very upset.

It's killing me.

But I gotta keep on
for Ritchie.

He would've wanted me
to keep on. You feel me?

He's asking
if you understand.

So his mother says you guys
were doing steroids.

One cycle.
That was all for Ritchie.

And I don't use roids--
not anymore.
Ritchie got me off 'em.

Proved they would shrink
my ballistics.

So Ritchie only did
anabolic steroids once?

His mother would kill him,
like for real.

Can you think of anyone
who'd wanna kill Ritchie
besides his mother?

His stalker.

This stalker
have a name?I don't know her name.

I didn't
see her here tonight.

I could describe her.Okay.

She got dark hair,
dark skin, big hair.

Like everybody
in this club.

Would Ritchie's stalker
be aggressive enough...

to strike him over the head
hard enough to force his skull
down over his spine?

[ Woman ]
Shut your mouth![ Woman #2 ] Skank!

Ho![ Glass Shatters ]

[ Man ]
Catfight!

[ Grunting ]

[ Objects Clattering,
Glass Shattering ]

I withdraw
the question.Mm-hmm.

[ Commotion Continues ]

Okay, comparing
the concrete sample...

to the injuries
on the victim's skull,

the weapon appears
to have a curved edge.

Okay, completing the arc.

The murder weapon
was some sort of
concrete cylinder?

With a 3.175-centimeter
diameter.

Like a plumbing pipe.

Yeah, or a tetherball pole.

It's so random, yo.

In the vernacular.

[ Sweets ]
While I was studying
all the text messages,

I created this overview
of what Dr. Brennan
calls "the tribe,"

seen through digital lines
of communication.

This is our victim.Ritchie "The V."
He texted all these women?

And these are women
who texted other men.

Oh, it's like
a jealousy map.
Good work.

Thank you.

So look at what
I stumbled across.

A week before
the victim was murdered,

over 200 texts
were exchanged
between the victim...

and a woman
named Marie Galasso.

Hmm.

Arrow, slash, three?

Oh, that means
a broken heart.

"M-I-2-M-2-H-6y?"

"Am I too much
to handle, sexy?"

So they were together once,
and she expected more.

"Y-R-N-T-U-D46?"
"Why aren't you
down for sex?"

And then there's this one.
"2-G-2-B-4G."

"Too good to be forgotten."

So this is where
it gets really ugly.

Ritchie texts Marie
that she was just a grenade.

A grenade?

A grenade is an overweight,
undesirable woman
that one must jump on...

so a friend can get
with a prettier girl.

Oh.And this really
set Marie off.

She calls him
a bunch of curse words,
some of which I had to look up.

Sounds like motive to me.Yeah, and after that,

Ritchie texts his friends
wherever he's headed to find out
if she's gonna be there.

So she wasstalking him.

Check this out.
"U-L-B-S-R-Y."

"You'll be sorry."[ Page Turns ]

Followed by
"U-R-GNG-2-DI."

"You're going"--"You are going to die."

"4Q"?

I think that's
pretty self-explanatory.

Why don't you
just sit down, Marie?No. I ain't tired.

How is it that
a little thing like you...

could kidnap
a strong guy like Ritchie?

What happened?
Did you find him
with another woman?

I ain't sayin' nothin'.Okay, "I ain't sayin' nothin'"
means you're guilty.

No, I ain't sayin' nothin'
not 'cause I'm guilty.

I ain't not sayin' nothin'
because I loved him.

I loved Ritchie,
and he loved me, okay?
I'm not just some shore whore.

We had plans.
And Ritchie,
he wasn't just some guido.

Okay? He was going to school
to be a therapist.

He was gonna do stuff
and be somebody
and like that.

Okay? I knew him
on a very deep level.

He was no juice head
and no knucklehead.
He was a gentleman.

Okay. I get it.
He was a gentleman.

Why don't you just
sit down and just relax.

Yeah.

[ Sighs ]

Now, let's say
you didn't kill him.

I didn't kill him!
I loved him!

You wanna put me in prison
for love, go ahead.

Okay? I'm guilty
as charged, sweetheart.

- You said you knew him
on a deep level.
- Yes. I did.

Okay, then, why is he dead?
Was he afraid of someone?

[ Laughs ]
That's funny.

Ritchie "The V"
feared no man.

But there was
somebody scared of him,
maybe wanted him quiet.

Who?

The trainer at the gym
who was sellin' roids.

Okay? Ritchie
busted the guy.

- This guy have a name?
- They call him Terror.

He works the door
at Club Elegante.

Right.

[ Booth ]
Hey, Sweets.

Turns out our victim, Ritchie,
ratted out a steroid dealer.

That same dealer
works as a bouncer
in Club Elegante.

Why'd you shut the door?

[ Sighs ]
Well, I have to speak
to you, Agent Booth.

That tone of voice
sounds like you
wanna speak atme.

I hear that you asked Hannah
to move in with you.

So?As your friend--

This isn't a shrinky visit?No.

So then from one friend
to another, I'm fine.

Everything's great.
Nothing to worry about.

Okay, there might be
a little shrinky stuff,
because that's who I am.

Yeah, okay,
thanks, friend.

You know, the relationship
that you and Hannah have,

it was forged in a highly
adrenalized environment.

Yeah, we were in war together.
Our relationship is literally
battle tested.

Right, but a new environment--
a calmer one
with fewer distractions--

it alters your dynamic.

[ Sighs ]I just don't want you to
jump into anything too soon.

I really appreciate it, Sweets,
but Hannah is bringing
all of her stuff over tonight.

I even went and I got her
some bathroom stuff,
a set of new sheets.

What kind of guy
does something that crazy
if he isn't sure?

Hard to argue with that.Right.

- I just had to say
something, you know?
- Yeah, you're a good kid.

See ya.

Oh, boy.

I was looking at bone fragments
from the top of the skull,
and I found these.

I'm taking out
the remaining sliver that
was buried in the fractures.

Well, it's not bone.

No. Some kind
of yellow polymer.

It's possibly
polyvinyl chloride or
polytetrafluoroethylene.

So he had concrete
and plastic in his head.
[ Yawning ]

Oh, no. Uh, you okay?

Are you gonna
ask me that every time I yawn?Possibly.

I don't want you
to fall asleep again for
another two months, Van Winkle.

All right.I'm gonna figure out
where this plastic is from.

It might help Angela
narrow down
the murder weapon.

Okay.
[ Stifled Yawn ]

[ Sighs ]

So when Ritchie
ratted out Terror
for selling drugs,

he lost his job at the gym,
all of his clients.

It was a mess.Can I help you?

Yeah, why don't you tell us
what happened between you
and your buddy Ritchie.

I'm guessing it
didn't go very well,
since he's dead.

I don't have
to say nothin',

and I'm the doorman
of this establishment,

so I'm gonna
ask you guys to leave.

I wouldn't be acting
like a bouncer right now.

- Booth, the storage room.
- Hey, hey, hey. No.

Did you just
shove my partner?

Ah, you're real bad
with a gun and a badge.

But you won't always be on duty.
You know what I'm sayin'?

No, I don't know
what you're saying.
Spell it out for me.

I mean... watch your back.

Oh, no, you shouldn't
threaten Agent Booth.
He can be very male.

I don't like walking around
looking over my shoulder, huh?

So what do you say
we do this right now? Hmm?

[ Sighs ]
All right, l-l-listen.

My boss holds me responsible
for everything
in that storage room.

I wasn't looking
for trouble.

You're not looking for trouble?
He's not looking for trouble.

Which means you are
giving Bones permission to
go look in the storage room.

Thank you, Bones.

[ Sighs ]

- Booth.
- Yeah.

Look.
Yellow plastic in concrete.

Fine, whatever.

Yeah, Ritchie ratted on me
and I was pissed.
But I didn't kill him.

Is this really necessary?

Then where were you
last Thursday night?At work.

- Nah, you weren't at work.
- I didn't kill Ritchie "The V."

Where were you?

You know, if I were you,
I'd plead roid rage.

I got an alibi.

You can't just have an alibi.
You gotta share it
with the world.

I took my ma up to New York
to see Billy Elliot.

- Billy Elliot?
- Yeah, the boy
that dances, yeah.

You like musicals?

That's why I wasn't
forthcoming about my alibi.

There's some joys in life
you wanna keep to yourself.

Billy Elliotis a joy?

It's beautiful, dude.

- The boy is an angel.
- Right.

I'm gonna find somebody
who knows the show,

and you're gonna tell it
to them-- the whole story.

Then we'll see
if you really saw
Billy Elliotwith your mother.

Oh, I can perform
the whole thing, word for word.

This plastic sliver is curved,
just like the minute-crete was.

They look pretty close.

Oh, so close.

[ Hodgins ]
Okay, both fragments
were in the skull wound.

But how did they get there
if they weren't part
of the same weapon?

Yeah, that's
a good question.

Well, since the plastic
doesn't fit inside
the circle,

how about trying it
on the outside?

- Okay. That worked.
- [ Hodgins ] Yeah.

All right, great.
Then what did we just find out?

- Plastic covered cement.
- Concrete.

I'm just being precise.

Cement is the ingredient
in concrete that keeps
everything, you know, together.

Right. Uh, right, like--

[ Groans ]
I totally suck.

Terror told the whole story
of Billy Elliot.He even
teared up a couple of times.

Well, it is a touching story
of triumph over background
and adversity.

Well, his mom
even backed him up.
They even have receipts.

You don't think he did it.The timeline
doesn't even add up.

Let's sit over here.

Ritchie's friends say
that he disappeared
on Thursday, right?

So--Go on.

Cam and Hodgins say
that the body only took
two days to decompose.

Exactly. So either
they're wrong or--

Two days remain
unaccounted for.

Look, the squints
could've gotten it wrong.Mm-mmm.

Mm-mmm.What is-- Don't do that.
Don't do that.

What?

I have an idea of how
those two days went missing.

[ Cell Phone Beeping ]I have to call Fisher.

What are you doing?[ Exhales ]

Dr. Brennan had some kind
of a brainstorm,

and it looks like
she was right.You say that like it's bad news.

I should have
thought of it.Okay.

First, tell me the brainstorm.

Note the microfractures
in the haversian canals.

Yes. From a blow to the skull?These are from
the victim's femur.

The victim was frozen
for two days.

That's what caused
the microfractures.[ Yawning ]

No, why are you yawning?
Are you depre--
Don't yawn.

I suck.

How long ago did Dr. Brennan
have her brainstorm?

About 45 minutes ago.

So basically,
you're 45 minutes behind...

arguably the greatest
forensic anthropologist
in the nation.

That's... one way
to look at it, but--

Look, I'm not a psychiatrist,
but it seems to me...

that when your shrink says
look on the bright side,

he means give yourself
the benefit of the doubt.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- The victim was killed
and then frozen?
- Apparently.

- Put on ice?
- Metaphorically speaking.

Or not.

What do you--
What do you mean "or not"?

What? What did I miss?

No, what did I miss?

[ Yawning ]

Studies have shown
that when frozen properly,

a body's
cell deterioration stops...

and can be held
in that state
nearly indefinitely.

But in order
to avoid microfractures,

when a person wants
to be preserved cryogenically,
they need to be flash frozen.

I get it, Bones.I should have seen it earlier,

because when a body
is frozen slowly,

the decomposition rate
speeds up as the body thaws.[ Thudding ]

Hey. Bones.

Look.
Plastic filled with concrete.
That's the murder weapon.

- You killed the wrong guy.
- What do you mean?

Ritchie "The V"
didn't steal your ice.
It was his roommate.

They were wearing
the same shirt.

You and Peppy are hollering
at each other.
He takes off.

You see Ritchie
in the same shirt.

Maybe you threatened him
with your Wiffle bat.

He doesn't know the bat's
filled with cement.
He comes at you.

- You hit him twice.
- Then you put him
on ice for two days.

-Then you bury him at the beach.
-I'm just trying
to make a living.

You know what it's like
to be overrun
by these morons?

Every delivery
they screw with me--
take my ice.

I lost it.

You know, Peppy,
he's a real douche.

And I'm sure he's got
his beatings coming to him
down the line.

But Ritchie--
Ritchie was a good guy.

All he was doing
was looking for a good time
up at the Jersey shore.

What can I say?
They all look alike.

[ Women Laughing ]

When you said
you didn't need us
to help you move in,

I thought you were
merely being polite.

I don't really do that.

I'm still-- This is
everything you own
in the world?

[ Door Opens ]Mm-hmm.
It's the life I choose.

Yeah, she travels light.
I used to travel light.[ Door Closes ]

Booth won't even have
to make room for you.

Hey, man of the house.

Come on in.
Pretend you live here.

Mmm.[ Women Laugh ]

Hi. What's going on?

Oh, my God.
Did you not mean it
when you said I could move in?

Nah-- Yes.
I wanted you to move in.

- We offered
to help her, but--
- This is everything.

You're basically taking in
a homeless woman.

I prefer the term "nomad."

I used to be a nomad
who drank wine.

- You don't drink wine anymore?
- Um--

No.

And he just got it.

- Hey, congratulations.
- Yeah.

Thank you.That's so great.

Listen, you have
to act surprised
when Hodgins tells you, okay?

Promise. You're
gonna be a great mom.

Thank you.

Ooh, speaking of which,
I've gotta get home to Michelle,

and I don't wanna reek of wine.

Yeah, I should probably
get home to Mr. Hodgins.

- [ Saroyan ]
Bye, guys.
- Bye.

Congratulations.Thank you.

Hey, wait for me.

Okay. Welcome home.

What's that?

Oh, it's a housewarming gift.

A Bakelite.
Original.

Do you like it?

[ Dial Tone ]Hey, it's a real one.

[ Dialing ]Temperance told me
that you liked them.

So--No, I-I love it.
Thanks.

[ Both ]
You're welcome.

It's... great.

See you tomorrow.

Oh.Oh, no. Stay. Do you
wanna join us for dinner?

[ Booth ]
Yeah, I can make
my famous mac and cheese.

No. Traditionally,
when two people share
a domicile for the first time,

the person
who doesn't leaves.

- See you tomorrow.
- Well, thanks for your help.

Hey, Bones.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Yes. Tomorrow.

What's that mean?