All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S06E13 - The Daredevil in the Mold (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

Cheers.
Cheers. Yeah.

[ Exhales ]

I really appreciate you
talking to me,
Agent Booth.

Oh, you know what?
You're buying.
Here you go.

I just love Daisy
so much. I just do.
Yeah.

I just love her.
Right. I know.
You said that.

We really should
change the subject.
I can't.

Why can't you?
I can't-- I just-- I just--
She's all I think about.

Her laugh.
Her little nose.
Her cute laugh.

The things she does in bed--
so imaginative.

- [ Both Laughing ]
- You really have had
too much to drink.

- What about you?
- Well, I got to listen
to you. That's why.

Finish all that.

- [ Glass Hits Table ]
- [ Exhales ]

- You think I'm too young
to get married?
- Yeah. I do.

- Yeah? Just like that?
- Yeah. Just like that.
You're too young.

But love and commitment
don't have age restrictions.

- Daisy's ready.
- Yeah.

- So?
- So?

I can't imagine my life
without her.

Well, let's just talk
about something else.
How about sports?

- What about those Capitals?
- I wanna get married.

How about action films?
Let's talk action movies, right?

I don't wanna be your age
and wind up like you.

- What'd you say?
- I don't.

You've never been married.

- And that-- that's sad to me.
- What?

I don't want that to be
where my life is headed.

You know? But I'm--
I'm gonna propose to Daisy.

I'm gonna do it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. I'm gonna do it.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah.

Yeah, well, you know what?
I'm gonna propose to Hannah.

- What?
- Yeah.

I'm-- I-I-I've been
planning it for a while now.

- Really?
- Really.

Oh, my God!

Till death do us part. I'm
picking out the ring tomorrow.

- Dude, that's great.
Congratulations.
- Yeah.

We should-- We should
buy our rings together.

Right. It's a good idea.
Okay. Yeah, but just
don't go telling the world.

- I don't wanna hear
everyone's opinion.
- No, no. It's-It's--

It's stuck in my shrink vault--
my-my drunk shrink vault.

- Yeah, it is.
- Congratulations.

Mm-hmm.

- [ Laughing ]
- That's great news.

[ People Chattering ]
[ Siren Wailing In Distance ]

- [ Booth ] Oh!
- You okay, Booth?
You look a little pale.

I'm fine. You really
don't have to yell either.

Okay? I can hear you.
You're right here.

Geez, it's so bright up here.
Isn't it? I feel like
I'm walking on the sun.

You're suffering from alcohol
poisoning, aren't you?
Poisoning-- no.

Excessive consumption
of alcohol poisons
the liver...

and depletes its supply
of glutathione...

and other reductive
detoxification agents.

Okay, I got it.
I had a little bit
too much to drink last night.

Whoa! Okay, lookit here.
What happened to Mr. Mustard?

It looks like he was
stuffed in a snuggly.

The remains have been
completely devoured by mold.

An aggressive
pathogenic mold.

[ Brennan ]
Decedent is male, early 20s.

But the mold will
have to be removed
before I can discern...

[ Groaning ]
anything else of value
from the skeleton.

- Are you okay, Booth?
- He's hungover.

- [ Laughs ]
- [ Hodgins ]
On a school day?

- Right.
- Was it a fun drunk or
a "hell with the world" drunk?

I had a little bit
too much to drink.
I was with Sweets.

He wanted a little advice.
That's all.

Ooh. About Daisy, I imagine.
I'd get soused too.

Pliny the Elder thought
eating fried canaries
would alleviate a hangover.

Canaries? Right.
I'll put that
on my shopping list.

Who found
Captain Moldy here?

The owner of the building
came up to fix the A.C.

Sweets must view your
relationship with Hannah...

as being quite healthy
if he asked you for advice.

What happened over here?
It looks like something
was dropped there.

[ Saroyan ]
We think the victim.

But it's very unlikely
that he fell out
of the sky.

There are drag marks
from that damage
to where we found the body.

Indicating
someone hid the body
behind the air conditioner.

- Okay, so the victim
was dropped here.
- Fallen angel?

You're not helping.
Then someone dragged him
over there.

Presumably the killer.

Hide it behind the A.C.,
and he took off over there,

through the exit,
down the stairs
and off into the night.

Only he didn't
use the stairs.

That door only opens
from the inside,
and it's alarmed.

There's no sign of it
being tampered with.

Then how did they
get up here?

[ Groans ]

[ Surf Gently Crashing ]

[ Hodgins ]
This is a phylogenetic mold.

Deuteromycota,
I think.

It couldn't have
originated on the roof.

That could help
determine where he was
before he was murdered.

[ Surf Continues ]
Fisher, you're gonna
be playing that all the time?

It's surf
from a beach in Hana.

The doctor said
the soothing sounds...

could help dispel my sense
of dread and hopelessness.

Oh, also herbal tea helps.
And it's working?

Other than more frequent trips
to the bathroom, I'm chill.

[ Device Beeps ]
Why are we listening
to the ocean?

- It's relaxing.
- Please turn it off.

Why are my bones not clean,
Dr. Hodgins?

I have to determine
exactly what I'm
dealing with first.

Then I'll know how to remove it
without damaging the bones.

I did x-ray the remains,
Dr. Brennan,
and I marked the fractures.

There appear
to be fractures
on almost every bone.

These are at least
two years old.

These are about
one year old.

And these are all fresh
and could possibly
be cause of death.

Hmm. I hope
I got 'em all.

Yes. I believe
you did an excellent job
with these, Mr. Fisher.

So, who was our victim--
a moldy crash test dummy?

Well, usually I'm the one
that removes the remaining flesh
from the bones.

Yes, but in this case,
the remaining flesh
is mostly a fungus,

which is my area of expertise.

Okay, that won't mark
the bone, will it?

No. It's nylon.

However, it's perfect
for strangling.

[ Surf Gently Crashing ]

- Are you just
gonna stand there?
- [ Sighs ]

Fisher.

[ Sighs ]
Ah! What the hell?

Are you just gonna stand there?

I can't do anything until I can
get my hands on the bones.

But don't worry about me.
I have my wave sounds.

Really?
Yes.

I'm making mold steaks,
and you're listening to--

You can't hear me anymore.

[ Sighs ]

[ Voice Raised ]
Have you identified
the mold?

You can't hear me,

so I can say whatever I want,
you morose bastard.

[ Snickers ]

I can read lips.

How many bones
are broken?

I can see evidence
of approximately
120 remodeled breaks.

Excuse me?

120 bone breaks
that have already healed?

Approximately.
I'm not done yet.

I hope that among all
the antemortem fractures...

is some more current instance
of bone damage...

that might suggest
cause of death.

With all these fractures,

we should be able
to identify the victim
through medical records.

I'll put out
an all-points bulletin
for a human piñata.

Mr. Fisher, how long
will Hodgins be
with the bones?

[ Surf Gently Crashing ]
Why is he ignoring me?

Hodgins. How long?

Oh. Uh, if I
take him literally,
about eight hours.

Fine. Then you might as well...

begin cataloging the damage.

Wow.

Uh, I'm gonna need
a pen and paper.

I have got some good news,
some bad news...

and some more good news.

Start with
the good news.
Yeah.

The remains
were devoured by
a Myxomycota mold...

from the Protista
kingdom,

more commonly known
as dog vomit slime
mold.

That's the good news?
Yes.

Because the mold
hitchhiked a ride
to that rooftop on the victim.

And we might
be able to use that
to trace his movements.

The bad news is,
the condensation runoff
from the A.C.,

combined with heat
from the exhaust vent,
created mold nirvana.

That mold is obscuring
a lot of the evidence.

Okay, good news, bad news.

Looks like all
we're left with
is some more good news.

Got a little present
for us in the mold.

Ew!

The exoskeleton
of a chimney swift bedbug.

-Bedbugs? That's more good news?
-Yeah.

Tracking bedbug outbreaks?
There's an app for that.

[ Hannah ] You're really
not gonna eat anything?

[ Brennan ]
A hangover can inhibit
appetite for up to 36 hours.

Man, I leave town for one night,
and you get wasted.

What was the occasion?
Old army buddy?

- He was with Sweets.
- Did Sweets get drunk too?

Blind drunk. He hugged me.
[ Chuckles ]

You can get arrested...

for contributing
to the delinquency of a minor.

- We just had
a guy conversation.
- A conversation about what?

- Nothing.
- Come on. What about?

Nah. Nothing.

Just, uh,

Sweets and Daisy,
moving forward, um--

You have an idealistic
and highly romanticized
notion of love.

Sweets was right
to confide in you.

- What'd you say about me?
- You? Oh.

[ Chuckles ]
Nothing.

You were talking
about love and
you didn't mention me?

[ Booth ] Can we
just talk about
the murder?

Angela, men are idiots.

[ Groans ] I know that.
And you've got one
of the good ones.

[ Laughs ]

You said when
I worked up
a likeness.

Thank God.

Yeah. Well, the facial bones
are really damaged.

- So I did the best I could.
- He looks pretty determined.

With all those
broken bones,
I'm figuring daredevil.

There you are.
I've been looking for you.

Oh, God.
You're not gonna ruin
a perfectly good snack...

by talking
about bedbugs, are you?

If you want,
I can call them bunnies.

I'd appreciate that.
Thank you.
Right. Okay.

So, there has been an outbreak
of bedbug-- nies...

across the entire
eastern seaboard.

But luckily for us, the bed--
bunny we found on the victim...

was a special chimney swift
bed bunny.

- Okay.
- Three hot-sheet motels
along Lancing Avenue...

were especially hard hit.

By... bunnies?

Yeah. Yeah. And mold.

Oh, the same dog slime mold
that ate our victim?

Dog vom slime mold.

I'm... just gonna
finish this later.

I didn't name it.

Anyway-- Anyway,
the health department, right,

they sent a truck
to pick up all the mattresses.

One of the motels
said they had stacked
the stuff outside...

and it all got stolen--

by a gang
of BMX bike riders.

I'm assuming you've made
some sort of connection.

Tons of broken bones?

BMX bike riders?

[ Gasps ]
And maybe they wanted something
softer than concrete to land on.

Mm-hmm.

A little dry.

Good though.

[ Slurps ]
Mmm.

** [ Rock ]

[ Man ]
* Who's gonna bring
the blood and pain? *

[ Chorus ]
* Black and blue
Black and blue *

* This is a war
It ain't no game *

* Black and blue
Black and blue *

* Didn't your mama tell you
not to go down
to Santa Cruz? *

* You're gonna leave here
black and blue **

I told you
that my sketch might--
might not be exact.

Well, then I'll
describe the injuries,

and maybe
a witness can help you
with the new sketch.

Wow.

Am I supposed
to just pretend
to be an F.B.I. agent?

Because what I'm
wearing isn't very--
No, Angela. Just be yourself.

Just go in strong.
Be yourself.

Excuse me.
F.B.I. Special Agent Booth.

- This here is
Dr. Temperance Brennan.
- And I'm Montenegro.

Angela Montenegro.

Hey. Pete Casriel.
What can I do for you?

Are you missing anyone
from this playground?

I beg your pardon?
Simple question.

Do you have any kids
who used to be here all
the time who aren't anymore?

It's not school, bro.
We don't take attendance here.

No lip, Pete.

- That too much?
- Yeah. Show him the picture.

[ Booth ]
You recognize this guy?

[ Brennan ] He would've
broken a lot of bones.

He looks like
a lot of guys.

Everyone around here
has a broken bone or two
though, you know?

Aren't you a little old
to be subjecting your body
to this kind of abuse?

Well, I held the world record
for the longest icepick grind...

for, like, two years
when I was a young bucko.

Just got right
into the blood. Whew.

I used to ride go-carts,
but I grew out of it.

Yeah, well, that's you.

Anyway, it's like
the Condor once said, man,

"You're gonna be woken up
unconscious pretty often...

if you're gonna have fun
the way I like to have fun."
[ Laughing ]

Come check this out.

[ Man ]
This is my world.
This is my life.

** [ Punk Metal ]
** [ Man Singing, Indistinct ]

[ Pete ]
See that?
That was a massive invert.

Before he got it right,
that kid broke his arm--
I don't know-- three times.

Hey, uh, there's
our bedbug mattresses.

- Whoa.
- You know,
I've seen enough of this.

Excuse me, kid.
Whoa. F.B.I. Whoa!

Hey, uh, excuse me. Hello.
The guy said F.B.I. Hello!

[ Booth ]
Everyone. Kids.
Whoa, whoa. F.B.I.

Hey, guys, could-- Just--
Bones, what are you doing?

Bones!
[ Angela ]
Brennan!

Stop!

[ Grunting, Groans ]

[ Groans ]
What the hell, lady?

You should wear
shin guards.

Do you recognize
this young man?

Yeah, sure. That's D-Rott.

Nice sketch, Ange.

[ Man ]
This is my world.
This is my life.

That leg should be set.
You really shouldn't
try to stand.

I'm okay. It's only
broken a little bit.

A little bit?
Does your mother know
what you're doing out here?

- What?
- She's pregnant.

The F.B.I.'s weird, dude.
[ Booth ]
Right.

Before they cart you off
to the hospital, what can you
tell us about D-Rott?

He wiped out so many times
that he was cut and broken
and bruised so much...

that he looked
like he was rotting.

Hence, the moniker.

- Does D-Rott have a real name?
- Dustin. Dustin Rottenberg.

He's pretty much
the best rider in the area,
maybe the East Coast.

Is he in trouble?
No, he's dead.

- Oh, my God.
- That explains
why he hasn't been around.

Did Dustin do something crazy?

We found him
on a warehouse rooftop
in the navy yards.

Idiot.

Shouldn't you at least
pretend to be upset?

[ Boy ]
Dustin was trying
to get sponsored.

He'd been doing video stunts
over in the navy yards.

He'd post them online.
They're awesome.

Yeah, he wanted to get
a shot of himself jumping
from roof to roof,

so... I designed a ramp for him.

Designing a ramp like that
requires extensive knowledge
of physics, geometry.

I'm a mechanical engineering
student at G.W.

The design wasn't finished yet.

- He never should've used it.
- We didn't find a ramp there.

There was someone
with him on the roof.
They moved his body.

- Any idea who
that could've been?
- No. Uh--

- He rode with a lot of people.
- Well, if you hear anything,
just give me a call.

Hey, what are you guys
gonna do with D-Rott's bike?

His wheels were sweet.
I'll pay whatever you want.

We didn't find the bike.

So some bastard probably
killed him for his bike?

Hey. So listen up.

Our child is not riding
skateboards or bicycles
or playing football...

until he is old enough
to pay his own medical bills.

It's okay if I don't
take you seriously?

- Are the hormones
talking again?
- Screaming, actually.

Yeah.

Well, I'm not throwing up
for, like, months...

just so this kid can break
his leg or something.

Noted.

Ew and ew.
What are you doing, babe?

I am gonna shake them
through these filters
until they give me what I want.

You're getting
that mad-scientist look
in your eyes.

I always wanted to be
a mad scientist.

I'm living the dream, baby.

Baby.

Mwah!

So what do you want
our kid to be anyway?

I mean, if we could decide
and make it happen...

without being
those annoying parents
that we hate.

Anything I want?
Anything.

A musician--

hard rock
and '50s West Coast jazz--

who's also
an astrophysicist specializing
in extraterrestrial studies,

who also has
a secondary degree,
not necessarily a doctorate,

in 20th-century
political theory...

and its relationship
to corporatism.

Ooh, who also does
killer stand-up on the weekends.

[ Laughs ]
Wow.

What about you?
What do you want
our baby to be?

Well, mad scientist
sounds good to me.

** [ Punk Metal ]

Hey, Noel.
This is awesome.

They're like birds that can
rides bikes, but without all
the wings and feathers.

Yeah, right.
Give me that.

- ** [ Stops ]
- Hey, look, man,
I'm really sorry.

Sorry for what?

Oh. I'm not here
for breaking into that--

Never mind.
Hey, I'm Noel.

My eyes are red from allergies.

I'm Dr. Sweets.

Cool. So you can
write prescriptions.
[ Clicks Tongue ]

Noel, we need you
to find a bike.
We think it was stolen.

You sure this
is a good idea?
I've used Noel before--

to tail people,
to sniff things out.

If anyone
can find that bike,
it's Noel. Noel.

Yeah. My powers
of observation are acute.

Yeah, I saw
the stalking arrest
on your rap sheet.

Look, Noel,
we think that someone
was killed for the bike.

** [ Resumes ]

** [ Stops ]
This one.

It was last seen
in the navy yard.

All right, no problem.

I'm gonna need a cell phone,
a car and $500 cash
to get started.

Why don't we just
drop the charges
for whatever it is you stole?

What exactly did I steal?
I don't know.

But you stole
something, right?

- Yeah, I must've.
- Mm-hmm. So we got a deal.

Fifty bucks
for my glaucoma medicine?

Let me see the bike,
and we'll talk.

All right, deal.

Deal.
Deal. Amazing.

[ Device Beeps ]
Have you cataloged
the injuries, Mr. Fisher?

[ Surf Gently Crashing ]

Mr. Fisher.
Oh.

I was trying to get
your attention, Mr. Fisher.

I'm so sorry.
I was on Hat Bang Sak Beach
in Thailand.

You're of more use here.

What-- What is that smell?

Oh. Reishi tea.

It's calming
but makes me go, so--

Show me what you've
learned from the bones.
Right. Two minutes.

- I'm just gonna use
the john, and then--
- I don't have the time. Now.

Okay, but the-- the tea
and the sounds of the ocean--

Mr. Fisher, I have
many interns to choose from.

Oh.

Right.

Um--

Okay. Uh--

I think I may have found
the cause of death.

I've separated the bones
with perimortem breaks.
[ Exhales ]

All of the breaks here
from the C4 and below...

[ Grunts ]
are anterior
wedge fractures--

Yes. Uh, I'm just
gonna cut to the chase.

The victim died from
internal decapitation.

Blunt force trauma
to the chin,

which snapped the neck
and killed him.

That's it.

Very good, Mr. Fisher.

Perhaps the tea's working.

I assure you it is.

[ Stomach Rumbling ]

[ Rumbling Continues ]

I thought you said you
had to go to the restroom.

Thank you.

[ Grunting ]

Hey, Noel, got your call.
What do you got for me?

Oh, I'm sorry, man.
I didn't know you were hungry.
You want mine?

No, I don't want
your hot dog.
The bike?

Oh, right.

That kid over there
in the gray plaid shirt.

Dude must know his dogs.
These are great.

This is like
my fourth foot.

I saw him shoplift
down the street.
He took off on the bike.

It's sitting over there
next to the garbage can.

Thanks.
Anytime.

Except for the early mornings.
Are you sure you
don't want a bite?

Hey! F.B.I.!

Hold! Hold! Hold!
[ Horn Honks ]

[ Grunts ]

Come on.
[ Noel ]
Dude.

- That's gotta be worth
another 20.
- Twenty?

[ Groans ]
Where's my dog?

These are eight fake I.D.'s,
which we found
on your person.

What I'm trying
to do here, Orlando,

is try to figure out
if you're just another
shifty kid or a murderer.

- Sit down.
- [ Scoffs ]

I didn't--
I didn't murder anybody.

Okay, look--
Look, I-I sell these things
for a hundred bucks apiece.

But murder? No. That's not me.

Right. So, where'd
you get the bike?

I found it.
Found it.

You know it's worth
two grand?
With it all beat up like that?

Yeah, the owner
of this bike is dead.

Oh, this is terrible.

You know a Dustin Rottenberg,
a.k.a. D-Rott?

No, I don't know Dustin
or D-Rott. I--

I found the bike.
Where?

Between two buildings
at this industrial park
in the navy yards.

Just lying there, all beat up
and on the ground. So I took it.

See that? Doesn't it feel good
to tell the truth?

[ Saroyan ]
We want you to perform
a postmortem on the bicycle.

It's just like
a skeleton, Angela.

The oxidized scratches
are analogous
to remodeled bone breaks,

indicating they happened
quite some time ago.

Any marks without oxidation
will be considered
the perimortem injuries.

We were thinking you could
recreate the bike accident.

Okay. Maybe I could, but why?

We will recreate
what happened
to the human victim...

while you recreate
what happened
to his bicycle.

Then we can see whether
the internal decapitation
was an accident or murder.

[ Squeaking, Clattering ]

[ Raised Voice ]
What's that?

What?
What's that?

What's what?

That chunk there!
Hey, hey,
you don't have to yell.

I was just on Nerja Beach
in Spain.

Give me a second
to reenter joyless reality.

Hey, that could be
a number of things, man.

It could be
a fragment of schist,

perhaps the ossification
of an organic material
such as--

It's bone.

Are you sure?

I'm calm.
I'm focused.
I'm sure.

Now, if you'll
excuse me.

Ah!

Not cool, man.

I ran a number of scenarios
on the victim's body...

to explain
the injuries on the bones.

Check this out.

- Whoosh!
- Why are you using toys?

I'm pregnant. I can't seem
to pass a toy store
without going in it.

Boy or girl,
my kid is gonna love these.

I'm sure.
How many variants
are you using?

I matched the victim's injuries
to each of the following
possible scenarios:

landing on two tires,
one tire,

upside down, back tire...

and even on its side.

How many injuries matched
the damage to the bicycle?
All of them but one.

Which injury?
The internal decapitation.

And for that to happen,
the chin would have
to hit the ground...

at a force of approximately
1,200 pounds per square inch.

Now, no matter
how I position him--

The mandible
remains uninjured.

And look
where the bike ends up.

Exactly where the boy
said he found the bike.

Exactly.

So our victim
wasn't killed
in the bicycle crash.

After he fell,
someone struck him
in his chin,

severing his head
from his neck.

That's what killed him.
Yep.
[ Sighs ]

So I found
clothing fragments,

insect larvae,
wood splinters
and roofing paper...

and a few bone fragments
I gave to Fisher to see
if he can work his magic.

Fisher has magic now?

Sure. He gets it
from the tea.
It's his secret potion.

What's this?

Yeah, I'm not sure yet.
It's some kind
of glass splinters.

But there was
no broken glass on the roof.

The bone chip isn't bone.
It's a tooth.

It's really discolored.

Well, tetracycline
does that.
Yes.

Radiocarbon analysis
shows the tooth comes from
someone 23 or 24 years old.

Our victim's only 20.
[ Fisher ]
Right.

Which means the tooth
could not have come
from our victim.

And since tetracycline
is used to treat
chronic acne,

we're looking for
a pock-marked 23-year-old
with a missing tooth.

Keep drinking that tea,
Mr. Fisher.

Why am I here?
I haven't done anything.

Your medical records show
that you used tetracycline
for your acne.

- Well, that messed up
your teeth.
- Hey, dude.

At least I don't
look like a pizza.

I'm thinking of getting
those whitener strips,
in case I get a sponsor...

so I look good
in the magazines.

You wanted a sponsorship
just like D-Rott?
We all do, dude.

Why do you think
we put up with
all the abuse?

D-Rott was going after
the sponsorship that you wanted.
That pissed you off.

What the hell
are you saying?

- He was my friend, dude.
- Here's what
I'm thinking happened.

You two got in a fight
over the sponsorship,
and you killed him.

See, we found this
on D-Rott.

That's your tooth.
He knocked it out.

[ Laughs ]

What's so funny?

Of course he knocked
my tooth out.

I cut him off on the half pipe.
He went after me, and we beat
the crap out of each other.

A million people saw it.

He kept the tooth
as a souvenir.
It was a joke between us.

Look. I even got
one of his.

See?

- Mr. Fisher.
- Uh, okay.

We've determined
that the mandible was
struck on the right side,

approximately
5.6 centimeters
from the condyle.

Right?
Mm-hmm.

But look at the fracture.

Looks like glass.

Okay. Good.

I thought the tea
might be getting to me.

Hodgins also found
slivers of glass
in the mold.

It looks like a thread
that must've been left
by the weapon.

Very observant, Mr. Fisher.

I find I can be quite productive
when not being crushed
by despair.

I'm glad we have
a reason to tolerate
your foul-smelling beverages.

Take the thread
to Dr. Hodgins.

We need to know
what struck the victim.

[ Sniffs ]

[ Sweets ]
Man, these are expensive.

[ Booth ]
What do you expect?
They're diamonds.

When you proposed last time,
did you give her a ring?
Yeah. My grandmother's ring.

Ah! Why don't you just
give her that one again?
Well, she had to swallow it...

when she was in Indonesia
so it wouldn't get stolen.

Whoa. Well, did you
ever get it back?
Yeah. Yeah.

It just doesn't
seem that romantic
to propose with a ring...

that had to be fished out
of the toilet, you know?

That is
kind of gross.

Hi.
Hi. Looking for
an engagement ring, are we?

Yes. Yes, we are.

[ Woman ]
Okay.

- Can I see this tray?
- Yes.

It's a nice tray.
It is.

[ Booth ]
Right?

I'd like something
like that.

Oh, an excellent choice, sir.

You must be
very much in love.

Yeah.

Holy smoke.

Agent Booth, that's--

Hi. I was thinking
something more along
the lines of that one.

[ Woman ]
Really?

Yeah. Why?

Is she pregnant?
Do you have to get married?

No.

Well, then I wouldn't
bother proposing,
not with a ring like that.

Don't listen to her, Sweets.
You get whichever ring
that you want.

- No. She's right.
- I really am.

- Do you mind?
- I'm just saying there's
no returns, no exchanges.

No. No. Nope. Not.
I can't. Sorry. Can't do it.

Can't do it. I--

If I'm thinking
about the money, then
I can't ask her to marry me.

Right? You were right.
I-I'm not ready.

I-I'm years away from being
in your situation.

Look, I don't care what you do.
All right? I'm going for it.
I love Hannah.

And I'm getting her...
this one.

That's bigger
than the last one.

You're a wonderful man.

A wonderful,
wonderful man.

I'm quite moved myself.

[ Exhales ]

[ Angela ]
I used your design...

and calculated
every conceivable way...

that he could've gotten
enough speed to cause
the damage to the roof.

But it doesn't match.

Oh, God.

What?
He didn't use that ramp.

It wasn't a jump
from building to building.

Yeah, but he didn't
drop from the sky.

Basically, he did.

This is my fault.
He tried to use
my other design.

No, Staci. Dustin wasn't
killed by the stunt.

His body was dragged
to where he was found,

after he was killed.

You sure?

How do you think
he got up there?

He made the jump
from the ground.

He launched himself
over 40 feet in the air?

I didn't think it was possible.
I told Dustin the design
was only theoretical.

I did it for class,
and the teacher flunked me.

Do you think
that you can draw
the design for me?

Sure.

Well, the ramp
is on the ground.

He had to be going
at least 40 miles an hour
when he hit it...

to get enough height.

See?
Yeah, but nobody can get
that kind of speed on a bike.

Not on that street.
I know.

Someone had to tow him
to get a launch like that.

And whoever it was would've
been the last person
to see him alive.

[ Angela ]
This graphic is based
on Staci's new ramp design.

[ Hodgins ]
Oh, oh, oh. Aw!

So it could've been
anyone with him
that day.

Anyone with a car
that can go
40 miles an hour.

That rules out
Henry Ford.

But whoever struck him
left behind these threads
of glass.

Now, this is the glass thread
we found in the victim's
fractured mandible.

And this-- this is the thread
we found in the mold.

- Same magnification?
- Exactly.

- So they match.
- They match.

Good. What kind of glass
leaves thread like this?

Fiberglass-- the kind
of spun fiberglass
used in casts.

So, the murder weapon
was a cast?

When I was in that BMX park,
it seemed like everybody there
had a cast on his arm.

What do we do,
take samples from
every broken arm we can find?

Wait a minute.
We're not looking
for a broken arm.

- What do you mean?
- He was struck in the chin...

by a blow that was strong enough
to cause internal decapitation.

- He was kicked.
- He was totally
kicked in the chin.

How many broken legs
did you see?

Just one.

So Forensics found these
fiberglass fibers on the body.

So?
So they're remnants
from your cast.

Huh. I'll be damned.

Well, we hung out together,
so that's probably why, right?

Yeah, but
Dustin Rottenberg's D.N.A.
was also found on your cast.

What does that tell ya?

You kicked him.

Is there-- Is there any chance
that it wasn't my kick
that killed him?

- Maybe it was
the accident, dude.
- I don't know.

You can discuss that strategy
with your defense lawyers
as far as I'm concerned.

Dr. Brennan says you're
the one who killed him.

[ Sighs ]

I was really hoping
otherwise, bro.

- Why'd you kick him
in the head?
- I don't know. I just--

I was so amped up, man,
from this stunt.

If this thing
had worked, bro,

it was gonna be epic,
I mean, historic.

You should've seen
how fast he was going
when he hit that ramp, dude.

- You towed him?
- Yeah, man, in my van.

And you know what?
It was perfect.
I saw in the mirror.

I saw the bike head
for the stars, man,

like a rocket, just--
[ Imitates Rocket ]

This space shuttle, right?
It was beautiful.

Then when D-Rott
didn't pop over that roof
and wave he was okay,

I knew he wasn't okay.
[ Scoffs ]

So I took the rope ladder
and climbed up.
He was so messed up, man.

There was no sign
of his bike anywhere.

Well, my people said
that he hit the roof
with the equivalent force...

of falling
out of a two-story building.

He was so pissed.

I leaned down
to see if he was all right.

The dude hit me,
and we just started
getting into it or whatever.

You fought?

He had a grip
on my plums, man.

What was I supposed to do?
I just-- I kicked out.

You kicked him in the jaw.

He had a grip on my plums, man.
It has an effect
on your judgment.

I w-- Man, I wish he
wouldn't have died though.

Hey, soldier.

Wow!
[ Laughs ]

You lookin'
for a good time?
Yeah.

Look at you.

Wow.
You didn't answer
the question.

Well--

I, um--

Wow. I-I thought
I was looking for a good time,

but, you know,
the truth is, I, um--

I think I'm looking
for a little bit more.

Don't underestimate
a good time.

I, uh-- I was gonna--

You know what?
I was gonna wait, but--

I, um--

I love you, Hannah,

and I just--

When I met you,

I-I really honestly wondered
if I was ever gonna meet
anyone again.

Seeley--
[ Gasps ]
Oh, my God.

I, uh--

Marry me.

I want you to be my wife.

I--

Oh, Seeley.

I love you.

I really do, but--

But I can't.

I'm just not
the marrying kind.

I am.

I know.
I know you are.

I thought we would
have more time
before we got to this.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

[ Exhales ]

So, what happens now?

What do you think
happens now? Now.

Can we just go back?

I'll walk in here,
you tell me how good I look,

I'll say thank you,
we kiss.

We'll have a nice dinner
like-- like this
never happened.

We can just go back.

** [ Acoustic Guitar: Alt Rock ]

Okay.
[ Sighs ]

Your turn.
What happens now?

I'll get my stuff
out of your place.

How much time
do you need?

To get out of your place...
or to get over you?

[ Man ]
* Buckets of rain

* Buckets of tears

* Got all them buckets
comin' out of my ears *

* Buckets of moonbeams

* In my hand

[ Sighs ]

* You got all the love,
honey, I-I can stand *

I do love you, Seeley.

I don't think
we're done,

but I can see
we're done for now.

- I'm just not
the marrying kind.
- You already said that.

I've said it plenty
of times before.

I guess
you weren't listening.

[ Woman ]
* I've been meek
and hard like an oak *

* I've seen pretty people
disappear like smoke *

* And friends will arrive
Friends will disappear *

[ Sighs ]

* If you want me,
honey baby,
I'll be here *

[ Man ]
* I like your smile
on your fingertips *

* I like the way
that you move your hips *

* I like the cool way
you look at me *

* Everything about you
bringin' me misery *

[ Woman ]
* Little red wagon
Little red bike *

* I ain't no monkey,
but I know what I like *

* I like the way
you love me
strong and slow *

* I'm taking you with me,
honey baby, where I go **

You drunk?

Relatively.

Relatively, I'm drunk,
meaning I'm drunker
than usual.

But, no, I am not a drunk.

You sound... something.
[ Sighs ]

Hannah called me.

Just--

[ Scoffs ]

I really-- I-I--
I don't wanna talk about that.

Okay? I'm just-- I'm over.
I'm over it.

I'm done, okay?

So,

what happens next?

What happens next?

What--

I mean, you like
evidence, right, Bones?

Well, here's the evidence.

The evidence
is that there's
something wrong here.

Now, I--
I fell in love
with a woman.

I had a kid.
She doesn't
want to marry me.

Well, and--

And then the next woman,
well, she's--

Me.

Yeah, and now--

I mean,
what is it with women...

who just don't want
what I'm offering here?

Booth--
No. Just--
You know what? Drink.

[ Glasses Clink ]
Drink. I'm just really--

[ Glass
Hits Counter ]
I'm just mad.

I'm just really mad
at all of you.

I am just mad.

Okay, so, you wanna know
how this is gonna work?

Okay, this is how
this is gonna work.

Me and you
are partners.
[ Sniffles ]

That's what we do.
We're partners.
All right?

And I love that.
I think that's great.

And, uh,
we're-we're good people
who catch bad people.

Right? Yeah.
And-And-- And we argue.

We go back and forth.
We're partners.

And sometimes
after we solve a case,

we come here
and we celebrate.

That's what we do.
We celebrate.

So as far as I can see,

that is what happens next.

Are you okay with that?

Great, because,
you know, if you are,
I'll tell you what.

You stay here and you
have a drink with me.

All right? Maybe, uh,

we have a little small talk,
chitchat.

And if you're not, well,

you can leave.

There's the door.

And, uh, tomorrow
I'll find you
a new F.B.I. guy.

Those are
my only choices?
Yeah.

Those are
your only choices.

Then I'll have a drink.

What's that mean?