- What did you do? - I read, walked on the beach, chilled.
- You chilled in Darfur. - In North Carolina.
I changed my vacation to spend time with my brother.
Russ and I talked about it, and we really wanna find Dad.
The FBI is gonna find your father no matter what you want.
My brother and I don't want the FBI to back-burner the search.
- Is it OK to go over on two wheels? - Only on sharp turns at high speeds.
Hey, Bones, have a little faith in me. I'm not gonna back-burner the case.
- I'll find your father. - My brother said you'd say that.
- You keep saying "my brother" a lot. - I lost Russ for 15 years.
I like the sound of it. My brother.
What's with the siren? Why are you driving like a maniac?
Two passenger cars off the tracks, one on the side.
Gonna be fatalities.
Stan, I need some gauze.
Danny, if you don't find the owner of this in ten minutes
he'll bleed to death, starting... now.
- Seeley. - Camille.
- Don't call me Camille. - Don't call me Seeley.
Dr Brennan, Dr Saroyan. You two know each other?
- No. - No.
Uh-oh.
I'd like you to check out the automobile. It probably caused the derailment.
Accidental?
Train struck the car at least 200 yards from the nearest access.
- Deliberate? - Eight minutes, Steve!
Probably suicide. Why are you still here, Dr Brennan?
Because I'm not a coroner, and I don't work for you.
You got that half right.
- Got him, Cam. Still breathing. - Thanks, Steve.
All right. Every survivor is one less person for me to autopsy.
You look good out of your suit, Seeley. But then you always did.
Yeah, that's... It's great to have you back in DC, Camille.
One minute she's holding a severed arm, the next she's hitting on you.
- She wasn't. And she is your boss, Bones. - Goodman's my boss.
- May I approach? - All yours, Dr Brandon.
- Brennan. Dr Brennan. - You wanna guess my name?
No, but there are thousands of you in DC and only one of me.
While you were away, Goodman decided that there should be a head of Forensics.
- Why didn't he hire me? - My guess? People skills.
- I have people skills. - That firefighter's name is Nelson.
It's the fourth time you've met him.
Odds are, Cam knows his kids' names after meeting him once.
A lot of jewellery. Male. Thighbone suggests he was tall.
ID bracelet. It's good-quality gold. Slightly melted.
Too melted for a regular car fire. Do you see a skull?
I'm not looking for a skull.
Burn damage is more intense than I'd expect,
even if the fuel tank ruptured and was absolutely full at the time of impact.
- Anything that isn't ruptured? - Three deaths in first class.
- Oh, homicide. That makes it my case. - One of them's a senator.
- That makes a difference? - Facts of life, Bones.
- Apparently, Cam is autopsying a senator. - A senator? We're moving up in the world.
- They have a past. - Cam and the senator?
Cam and Booth. Look how she touches his arm when he laughs.
- You touch my arm when I laugh. - No, you touch me. It's a big difference.
- OK, what have we got? - Male, 40s.
- Approximately six foot seven, right-handed. - Six foot seven?
Athlete in his youth. Right shoulder's worn from a repetitive motion.
- Baseball pitcher maybe. - More like...
- Basketball. - Basketball.
- Six foot seven. It makes sense. - Every bone in his body is broken.
Dude, he got hit by a train.
W-a-r. That's all I can make out of one name.
And then "Love, Brianna".
- Dude. - You're saying "dude" way too much.
40s, six foot seven, w-a-r, Brianna.
- This is Warren Lynch. - Who's Warren Lynch?
- No way. - Warren Lynch.
- Of Lynchpin International? - Yeah.
I am not telling the press he killed Senator Paula Davis before we're certain.
I know Senator Davis. I signed a book for her daughter.
Man, I loved Paula Davis. She could have been president.
Warren Lynch and Senator Davis killed in one accident?
- No way it's a coincidence. - Hey, Hodgepodge, all engines reverse.
First we identify beyond the shadow of a doubt, then we get paranoid.
Cool. As long as paranoia's on the schedule somewhere.
- It wasn't suicide. - Jagged edges to the breaks.
Small fragments. Lack of circular or radiating fractures or adherent spurs.
- What does that mean? - This man was dead before the train hit him.
We are tighter than a nun's knees. No conjecture with anyone outside this room.
Why?
Because we don't wanna give Oliver Stone or Michael Moore any ideas.
Are we assuming Senator Davis's death was a coincidence?
You wanna kill someone, standing in front of a train - not the best idea.
But too early to make any assumptions.
I am a diuretic seagull. Everything goes through me.
10am, here, tomorrow.
Zackaroni, your turn to bring the doughnuts.
Zackaroni?
Cam noticed I eat macaroni and cheese every day at lunch.
- Every single day? - Yep.
You should be OK with Dr Saroyan getting the head of Forensics job.
Why's that?
You are a strictly rubber-to-the-road hardball scientist.
You're not a flesh-pressing, ink-stained, policy-making wanktard.
- What are her qualifications? - Chief coroner of New York.
Assistant federal coroner before that. How am I doing?
- Very well. Impressive.
- Brennan. - We were discussing her mother's case.
- Fine. - I'll be there in 15 minutes.
Yes. Good, Dr Brennan. We'll chat later.
It's a very interesting case.
Brennan identified skeletal remains. Her mother was killed by a blow to the head.
Initial suspect was her father, but in the end we arrested a pig farmer hit man.
- Added wrinkle, Brennan... - Dr Hodgins.
You're chattering cos you hope I'll forget you called me a wanktard.
It's a made-up word. No meaning.
My name is Lisa Supec, and I am the Assistant US Attorney attached to this case.
I'd like to hear from the National Transportation and Safety Board. Mr Hobbs?
Thank you. At 8:04 this evening, a high-speed commuter train struck a private vehicle.
Front car derailed, killing three people including Senator Davis.
Preliminary indications show the car was placed there purposely.
Was the Jeffersonian able to confirm the driver was Warren Lynch?
Dental records and physical characteristics establish that, yes.
The vehicle was registered to Mr Lynch. We'll verify the jewellery was his.
- Plus we have this. - A photograph from the car-pool lane?
At 1:56 this afternoon, Mr Lynch drove illegally in the diamond lane on l270.
Our good old Maryland State police cameras caught the infraction.
This is definitely the vehicle on the tracks.
Nobody saw or heard from Warren Lynch after this photo was taken.
You can't expect anyone to believe
Warren Lynch committed suicide by driving into a train?
Daniel Burroughs, Security Exchange Commission.
We were about to lay charges against Mr Lynch
that would not only wipe him out financially but send him to prison.
- I heard rumours, but to kill himself... - Mr Lynch did not commit suicide.
He was dead for at least six hours before the train struck his car.
- Dead how? - I don't know that yet.
But can we assume it was foul play?
When it becomes public knowledge that Warren Lynch is dead,
the stock in Lynchpin International will plummet.
It sucks for the people who invested in Lynchpin, but otherwise...
That's motive for murder.
- How is losing money a motive? - It's called shorting the stock.
Basically, you bet that the share price is gonna fall and, when it does, you collect.
- How much are we talking? - Tens, maybe hundreds of millions.
Yes, these are Warren's things. I bought him the ID bracelet on our first anniversary.
- "Casu consulto." What does that mean? - Accidentally on purpose.
- Why do you know things like this? - It was kinda my husband's motto.
Mr Lynch wrote about it.
He played basketball in college, made it to the national championships.
Warren was a high scorer, but a player on the other team locked him out of the key.
Warren injured the opposing player and made it look completely inadvertent.
Accidentally on purpose.
He wrote this as if it were a good thing?
You don't become Warren Lynch by playing by the rules.
I'm still his wife, so this all comes to me now, correct?
"Still" his wife, Mrs Lynch? Were you and Mr Lynch having marital problems?
- Warren and I were separating. - Why?
- Infidelity. - Hm. On whose part?
I found out Warren was seeing someone. Only someone turned out to be...
- Some dozen. - I'm gonna need a list.
Warren had a private investigator look into her activities.
- I admit he didn't come up dry. - Private investigator's name?
Rick Turco. He was one of Lynch's all-purpose go-to dirty-work fixer.
Yeah, I'm familiar with Rick Turco. Thank you for your cooperation.
Cheating spouse who stands to inherit it all, corrupt business practices and Turco.
- Where do we start? - Two types of glass embedded in Lynch.
- Start with glass. - Tempered safety glass and silicate.
Tempered glass from the car windows. The other?
- It's 70% amorphous silicon dioxide. - What's that?
- It's like a common domestic container. - Oh, like ajar.
Why can't we just say "ajar"?
- Anything new, Zackaroni? - Zackaroni?
The victim's left shoulder and elbow were dislocated post mortem.
- Between dying and getting hit by the train. - Blood flow was nonexistent.
- You guys do this stuff. I'll start on Turco. - What's that?
- Private investigator. - Turco's an affliction.
I'll set up a meeting and call you.
You shouldn't call me Zackaroni.
Yeah, I knew that the moment I said it.
I'm going to get a bone mineral density reading.
- You didn't actually want the job, did you? - I don't even know what the job is.
Goodman will explain his decision.
Goodman appointed Dr Saroyan while I was on vacation
then took a two-month sabbatical to avoid me. That explains a lot.
I think it's because you are very task-oriented.
Zack. Task-oriented is a euphemism for lacking overall perspective.
Oh, no. No.
Yeah. Yeah. A little.
Like, when's my birthday?
The computer can remind me about birthdays.
That's one of a gajillion examples.
You could tell me the other gajillion minus one.
- What do you see, Zack? - Bone loss.
Lack of bone density suggests Warren Lynch was older than his 40s.
But the other indicators of age, epiphyseal rings, cranial sutures, all disagree.
Age doesn't explain the ossification of cartilage where the ribs meet the sternum.
- What does explain it? - Opiates.
Warren Lynch was a heroin addict.
Agent Booth, I'm a private investigator.
My greatest asset is my discretion.
Brianna Lynch told us you worked for her husband.
Miss Lynch is welcome to say whatever she likes.
That client-confidentiality routine no longer exists when the client is dead.
That's not the assurance I give my very demanding high-profile clients.
Till death do us not part.
How would your very demanding high-profile clients feel
if they found out that you procured heroin for Warren Lynch?
- What? - Warren Lynch was a heroin addict.
I'm gonna open up a drug investigation on you.
Once the press gets wind of that, your high-profile clients
will find some other unprincipled Mr Fix-It.
Warren Lynch was a junkie? What's your evidence?
Bones.
- Well, so what does all this mean? - Sum it up for the man, Bones.
Warren Lynch suffered declining bone mass due to long-term abuse
of his hypothalamic pituitary gonadal axis.
Nothing says junkie like your gonads' axis, Ricky.
I had no idea, and I certainly never procured any heroin for him.
Lynch wasn't trolling for $10 hits in Lincoln Heights.
Come on, Agent Booth. You know my rep. I'm a sin eater. I make problems go away.
You mean like when Lynch's wife found out that he was sleeping with other women?
OK. Anything I say, strictest confidence.
Warren Lynch brought me in to deal with a blackmailer.
- Warren Lynch was being blackmailed? - By one of his girlfriends?
That would be my assumption.
I paid them off before, but this was a much bigger deal, more serious.
- Had to be the heroin, right? - How did it play out?
I negotiated the payment down to a quarter million, paid 'em off.
- That was three days ago. - How?
- Dead drop at Rock Creek Park. - And you have no idea who it was?
No. I had a phone call. I traced it back, it dead-ended on a stolen cellphone.
You did a good job.
Given your heroin bombshell, I went back to the tissue
and found laudanine and reticuline, found in the opium poppy.
I'd like Angela to do a facial reconstruction, confirm my finding.
It's handy having a pathologist here.
To turn opium into heroin, it's exposed to hot acetic anhydride,
which produces 18 neutral impurities.
The ratio indicates the heroin's origin - in this case, Mexico.
Mexican heroin is very common.
I wonder if there's anything we can do to narrow it down further.
Gas chromatography shows there was also fentanyl in the heroin.
What's that?
This reminds me of when you interviewed me to be your grad student.
She knows what fentanyl is.
It's a narcotic which boosts the effects of the heroin.
According to metro cops, 14 addicts OD'd this week off this one shipment.
- Have you told Booth? - I'll leave that to you.
How'd I do?
I thought she did quite well.
You said you had something else to show me.
In a car fire, gasoline vapour ignites at 280°C
and rises to a flame temperature of 2200°.
If the gas tank were full, the fire should have burned for 20 minutes without intervention.
Tell me that's not a real skeleton.
We made him out of calcium phosphate and hydroxyapatite.
- And Spam. - 20 minutes now.
That's still a significant amount of Spam.
According to the report, the car burned for 40 minutes and took four minutes to put out.
- Which means there was extra fuel. - And the extra glass?
- Five-gallon Mason jars. - Six of them.
- Filled with gasoline. - Yeah, or moonshine.
Why does the whole lab smell like a luau?
Zack and Hodgins are proving there was accelerant in Lynch's vehicle.
- Using what medium? - Artificial bone covered with Spam.
Turn this off.
- Why wasn't I told about this? - I encourage independent inquiry.
That does not signify my authorisation. If it happens again, I will take action.
I'm from New York, which means I will take New York action. Am I clear?
- Not at all. - I'm from Michigan.
- She'll make us watch musical theatre. - Wrong New York.
More get-mugged-in-broad-daylight.
This is not a high-school science fair. This is the Jeffersonian Institute.
Unauthorised experiments will get you fired.
- But we're Hodgepodge and Zackaroni. - And they work for me.
What I'd really like to do is enjoy a meeting of the minds.
But if you insist on an organisational pyramid, I will be at the top.
Spam?
There were Mason jars filled with gasoline intended to break when the train hit.
- And they got this with Spam? - Yeah, Spam.
- Cam got all bent out of shape? - She wants to authorise all experiments.
Great. Zack and Hodgins, they do an experiment with fake bones and Spam.
What is your Spam fixation?
A defence lawyer hears Spam, he makes a joke and the jury laughs,
and everything we get from the Jeffersonian is framed as goofy science
from a bunch of squints with no connection to the real world.
That wouldn't happen.
Really? You dropped a dead monkey down an elevator shaft.
That was to show...
OK, I take your point.
Cam's goal is a successful prosecution in a court of law.
- Same as mine and yours. - You're all about finding the truth.
Your words say "good" but your tone says "bad", so it's confusing.
Cam knows that too much truth is just as bad as too little.
OK? Which is why she got the job.
Booth.
Angela says that you and Cam had a sexual relationship.
- Does that affect your view of her? - Patch me through. Wildly out of line.
When? D'you get the doer?
Personal prerogative is at the heart of scientific inquiry.
Thanks for the notification.
What?
The man who was charged with murdering your mother...
- The pig farmer, Vince McVicker. - He was killed.
Today, at the Alexandria federal holding facility.
I don't...
He was the only connection to my father.
His trial was gonna be my...
How am I ever gonna find out what really happened?
That's not Warren Lynch. How accurate is this thing?
It's not the machine. It's Angela, and she's good.
- That is not Warren Lynch. - Zack provided a skull.
- This is the face that goes with it. - Could it be the wrong skull?
Zack doesn't make that kind of mistake. He's also very good.
- What about the dental records? - I'll check for tampering.
- But you're sure that the body in the car... - Is not Warren Lynch. Absolutely certain.
- The man in the car was not Warren Lynch? - No. This was the man behind the wheel.
You had dental records.
Somebody digitised Lynch's dental x-rays and then refilmed them,
utilising authentic alphanumeric bar codes.
- They were expertly faked. - Where is Warren Lynch?
I've informed the FBI. In the meantime, we're moving to ID this guy.
Mistakes cannot happen when the case concerns a dead senator.
Miss Montenegro uncovered a fraud - the opposite of a mistake.
Save it for the press conference, Dr Saroyan.
Thank you.
If you'd made a mistake, I'd have thrown you to the wolves.
Metro cops say that the guy pushing the Mexican heroin laced with fentanyl
is Eddie Bean, young guy, baldy-headed, 5'5", 145 pounds.
If drugs were legalised, they could be dispensed from clean, safe, controlled outlets
by trained personnel, not in alleyways by criminals.
Yeah, right.
- That's our guy. Let's go. - No, no.
What we're gonna do is we gotta wait until he deals, catch him in the act.
- We wait? For how long? - However long it takes.
What do we do while we wait?
This is a stakeout. We converse.
I tried to initiate conversation on the drug war, but...
Fine. You know what? Let's talk about something we're not gonna argue about.
Been out to your mother's grave?
- Not since the funeral. - Really?
- Why would I? - To connect.
She's dead.
Fine. You know what? Forget it.
Dead, as in gone from this world.
Excuse me.
I'm curious.
Do you talk to the headstone? I mean, what do you say?
It looks like I'm talking to the headstone, but what I'm really saying is that...
Forget about where the words are aimed.
What I say is that I remember them.
They can't hear you because they're dead.
My mouth moves, words come out,
but none seem to get across the drawbridge to the princess I know who waits within.
We're on.
What princess?
Hey. Oh, hey, Eddie. How are you doing?
Pockets. Watch for needles.
Don't you have to read him his rights before you strangle him? Empty.
I had to hold his throat closed so he wouldn't swallow the evidence.
If you bite me, I will squeeze your little pinhead off.
OK, easy.
There it is.
You shouldn't swallow heroin. It's dangerous.
Eddie. Eddie.
Eddie. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. Eddie.
I'm gonna ask you a question, OK? You answer, you walk away.
- If you don't answer... - You book me, I get sick.
I know the drill.
If you don't answer, I'm gonna cram this back down your throat without the protection.
All right, you sold some of this crap to a tall guy, over six and a half feet tall.
- Show him, Bones. - What?
Show him.
I think that tall.
Nobody I know.
Here. Come on, eat it. Eat. That's it. Get it in there. That's it.
- Ray. Ray. Ray Story. - Tell me about Ray.
- Everybody knows him. He's a longtime skell. - When was the last time you saw him?
He bought a stick of dynamite about three days ago.
I feel I should alert you. There's an additive in this heroin that causes overdoses.
Thanks.
- Hey, where'd you find her? - Museum.
We should warn the addicts.
Yeah, like they do on a pack of cigarettes. When? Thanks.
- What? - They found Warren Lynch.
Mr Lynch was thrown from a speeding car. It's a minor miracle he survived.
It may be because he was already unconscious at the time.
- Unconscious? - Yes. Badly beaten.
Internal bleeding, broken ribs, both legs.
Some spinal damage. Broken pelvis.
- When can we talk to him? - Any time you want.
As long as you don't expect a response. This man has severe brain damage.
Off the record, he's not going to wake up.
At best, he spends the rest of his life hooked up to feeding tubes.
- This is one of the richest men in the country. - Most of the time it might mean something.
- Not now. - Dr Lawrence.
This man holds the key to how and why Senator Paula Davis died.
I'm sorry. Anything that man has in his head, it's going to stay there. Excuse me.
After Zack nagged me a hundred times...
It's important to explain how the shoulder and elbow were dislocated.
...I recreated the most likely sequence.
Ouch.
The victim was dead when this happened. He didn't feel it.
Run it again.
- It's like he was putting his jacket on. - Corpses don't usually do that.
- The corpse was forced into a jacket. - Most likely by two people.
- Yeah, in a big hurry. - They had a train to meet.
Anything on the HOV lane photograph?
Yeah. It was relatively easy to get the licence-plate numbers from these two cars.
- Yeah, well, I'll check them out. - But there was another car.
- In the next lane. - How do you know that?
Well, rich guys keep their cars shiny.
Adjusting for the diffraction of light caused by the curve...
It's a Navigator. But get this.
I don't know if that's of any use to you.
Yeah. That's of use.
Booth, do either of these count as experiments?
Cos if they do, we could both get fired by your old sweetheart.
You just quit telling Bones who you think I've slept with.
Think? What do you mean, think?
Two people forced the corpse into a jacket. That's excellent work. Who's that?
- I think it's Rick Turco. - Probably the last person to see Lynch.
Angela and Zack are scared that this counts as an experiment and you're gonna fire them.
Ah. I am getting through.
- Why did you take this job, Camille? - Why shouldn't I, Seeley?
Because it's basically herding cats, and you're a dog person.
- Dogs herd cats. - Dogs don't do that.
- Chase them up trees, whatever. - Seriously, Cam, why did you take this job?
These are titanium rib clippers from Germany.
My last job, we used bolt cutters from Home Depot. These are much, much nicer.
This autopsy table has downdraught ventilation. No rotting-corpse smell.
My last table didn't even have a drain. Think about that. Leaky corpse, no drain.
So you took this job for better equipment.
I've spent my professional life in basement rooms with no windows.
Now I'm in the Jeffersonian Institute.
- What? - Gotta ask.
- You so do not. - Or did you take this job because of?
- Oh, my God, the ego. - Say it.
Nothing to do with you.
- I need Bones this afternoon. - OK.
It's about her mother's murder and her father's disappearance.
- Plus she dedicated her book to you... - It's a legitimate case.
I know. I read the file.
- Why hasn't she confronted me? - About what?
About me being parachuted in over her head.
Finds me intimidating, right?
- Hey, I intimidate people. - Yeah.
Bones doesn't intimidate.
Then what?
You've seen the way she stares at human remains before she makes a decision?
Yes.
You're human remains and she hasn't made a decision yet.
How do I help her make the right decision?
Go for the truth. Take care of her people.
Oh, and I like the whole intimidation thing. I think it's cute.
I got no reason to lie. I'm facing life at least. Probably gonna get executed.
- What did you do? - Mr Downs killed his entire family.
I killed your friend cos he cut in the cafeteria line and snagged the last orange juice.
Broke off a sharpened toothbrush in his jugular.
- Mr Downs, the man you killed... - McVicker.
He's not my friend. He killed my mother.
- You come to tell me thanks? - No.
McVicker was my last chance to find out some things.
McVicker might have known about my father.
I can't ask my father because he left a message on my machine
telling me to stop looking for him.
Tell you what.
Maybe... look at McVicker's murder
as a second message from Max, one that he didn't use the phone for.
I never mentioned my father's name was Max.
- I'm done. - Did you perform a hit for Max Keenan?
- You performed a hit for Max Keenan? - Take it as a sign from God.
How am I gonna tell Russ our father ordered the death of another human being?
If he did that, then your father took down the man who murdered his wife.
Good people don't have other people murdered.
Good people don't even know how.
Your father buried your mother in a pair of new shoes in the cemetery,
with her dolphin belt buckle because you both loved dolphins.
- This does not make him a good man. - People can be more than one thing.
We were at a dead end. Now we're not.
We know your father got to Mitchell Downs, persuaded him to kill McVicker.
We find out how he did that,
we're that much closer to finding out what happened to your old man.
- That's if you still wanna find him. - I do.
OK. Silver lining.
# Once I wanted to be the greatest
# No wind or waterfall could stall me
# And then came the rush of the flood
# Stars at night turned deep to dust
# Melt me down
- Warren Lynch was in on it. - Where did that come from?
He had his own dolphin, that NC lots of As National Championship ring.
- His own dolphin. - His jewellery was placed on the dead man.
His $10,000 watch, his ID band from his wife, his two other rings.
- But not the championship ring. - That's good.
The only reason they wouldn't rip it off him is...
Because Lynch was calling the shots. And I know exactly who was in on it.
So, Warren Lynch and I conspired to disappear him for a few days
so that we could profit from shorting Lynchpin's stock, huh?
Well, you know, that's my thinking.
Then dressed the junkie in Warren's clothes, planted him in front of a train and...
- Wait. Did I murder the junkie? - Bones said you probably found him dead.
But what I think is that you and Lynch intended a white-collar crime,
but a senator died...
Then I got all hinky and I tossed Warren out of the car at 80 miles an hour.
- Is that a confession? - No, no. Just gettin' it straight.
You know, as a professional investigator myself,
I have to point out that blackmailers make much better suspects.
Lynchpin has no record of a quarter-million-dollar payout three days ago.
Well, there's not exactly a column for blackmail payouts in the corporate books.
If I'd agreed to the full payout, Lynch might have never been taken by those animals.
Hey, let's play a little show and tell, huh?
Cos we can put you with Lynch moments before he fell off the radar.
That's maybe me before he fell off the radar. We worked together.
You got nothing.
Booth.
- Do that lying thing. - Be specific.
- Lynch woke up and incriminated him. - Turco knows the lying thing.
Say Lynch said something only Lynch could say.
Great idea, except for the "only Lynch could say it" part.
- The ring. - He'll ask for specifics. I gotta cut him loose.
- He's gonna get away with it? - That happens sometimes, Bones.
- It's that brown little smelly part of the job. - Shoulder and elbow.
The junkie's shoulder and elbow were dislocated
when they forced him into Lynch's jacket.
- We don't know if Lynch was there. - It took two people. It was him.
Come on, Booth. The part of you with the big gambling problem must love this idea.
Right there. That's the reason you didn't get Cam's job.
Oh, two against one. That's unfair.
- Warren Lynch woke up. - Ah. And he's talking, right? Huh?
- Is he pointing his finger at me? - Correct.
- What's he saying? - He let you take his jewellery, except his ring.
No, I asked what did he say, in words?
Hey, unless I'm under arrest, I'm leaving, folks.
Mr Lynch said it was difficult getting his jacket onto the corpse.
Rigor mortis. You have a train to meet. You're in a hurry.
And the sound of the shoulder popping.
And the elbow, like knuckles popping, only louder.
Sickening.
Turco will admit to helping Warren Lynch place a dead body in Mr Lynch's car
and rigging it to burn with the intent of moving the market.
Everything else, including placing it on the tracks, he says Lynch did on his own.
- He's lying. - Small matter of proving that in court.
- What's the maximum sentence? - Ten years.
- He killed three people. - And put one in a coma.
Lynch deserves to be in a coma, so it doesn't count.
Turco puts all the blame on Lynch, he does ten years and he gets all the money.
It's ten years or nothing. I can only work with what I'm given.
The forensic work on this was not good enough.
- What? - You were fooled by fake dental records.
- You baked some Spam. - What did you want us to do?
- Your jobs. - No, Ms Supec, you want us to do your job.
My people gave you all the evidence you need to fry Turco.
- Forensically... - We gave you enough to arrest Turco.
- Arrest is not a conviction. - We gave enough to reject his plea bargain.
- Indictment is not a conviction. - Don't accept that plea bargain.
Indict him. Give us time to give you what you need.
If not, you don't deserve to be a federal prosecutor.
Dr Saroyan...
Yeah, it's scary. The whole country'll be watching. You want a sure thing.
But you put my people on the stand and that's a sure thing.
- Not Zack. - You tell the story using our evidence.
- If you have any ability, you win the case. - Are you finished?
No, Ms Supec. In future, when you have problems with my team,
you register them with me in private, not by grandstanding in a public forum.
OK. I sort of see why she got the job.
Looks like your brother was here.
I never understood the idea of bringing flowers.
Just for once, Bones, do what people do, OK? See how it feels.
Come on. That's it. Now, I'm gonna go stand over here while you talk to your mom.
I told you, I don't do that.
Mom, it's me, Temperance.
I have questions, but you can't answer them. No offence, but...
I don't think there's anything here of you but your bones, so...
I can't believe I'm doing this.
Is Dad a good man or...
a bad man?
He had someone killed.
Had him murdered, and...
What's the truth? Do I...
Do I keep looking or do I let it go, like he asked?
Who's he protecting? Himself?
Or me and... Russ?
Booth, I asked the questions, and guess what.
No answer.
Maybe if you weren't standing right on top of her and showed just a little respect.
Sometimes it takes a while to get an answer, OK? Just leave the flowers.
I get answers at a lab. You get them from people.
- Nobody gets answers from a slab of stone. - I see an answer in the stone.
You buried your mother as Christine Brennan, the woman you knew as your mother,
and not by her real name, Ruth Keenan.
That tells me who you are.
- What have you got? - Dolphin.
- What does that tell you? - What does that tell you.
My father was here.
Because he loves your mother, he grieves her loss
and he came here to talk to her.
- You're tainting evidence. - It's not that kind of evidence, Bones.
It's evidence of something else, of something that can't be tainted.
It's beautiful.
Yeah.
What's that mean?
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