Yeah. Oh.
Booth!
Yeah!
Booth?
Are you there?
No, I'm in South Beach, working on my tan.
All right.
You need Sweets to sign your post-Afghanistan
Fitness for Duty report.
Did you forget? Me?
Well, generally you wear more clothing,
and you've been avoiding this for weeks.
Well, I couldn't sleep.
And I got up at the crack of dawn.
Ow.
Do you always have this pronounced
a release of gas in the morning?
Is it that bad?
Synovial gas, that's what the cracking is.
Synovial gas? What's that mean?
Well, there comes a point when your body can't hide
all the abuse it's taken.
What do you-what do you mean, "certain point"?
Booth, you've been shot and beaten,
and jumped out of airplanes.
The skeletal damage alone is...
Oh, God, I'm falling apart.
You're fine.
It's your skeleton that's falling apart.
The compression fracture to your T3 alone
should have incapacitated you years ago.
Then, there's the fracture to your sternum
from when that obese girl shot you.
Fractures to your metatarsals from when you were tortured.
Rib pitting from when you foolishly tried to
act as a human shield. Rib pitting?
And that's before we even get to your compromised ligaments,
both intertransverse and interior longitudinal.
How do you have room in your brain to remember all that?
I care about you, Booth.
And the more abuse a body takes, the sooner it degenerates.
That's it? That's all you got for me?
Well, it can be a good thing.
In tribes, men like you are elders.
They don't have to hunt any more.
Well, I want to go hunting.
Well, perhaps you'll feel better after you get your form signed.
You know I will.
Oh! Agent Booth!
Doctor Brennan!
You should be at work, Ms. Wick.
It is a very important day.
Can you sign this?
Are you serious? Sign.
Just sign and get back to your fun.
Dr. Brennan, about this morning...
What about it?
I don't want you to think that Lance and I are dating again,
because we're not.
That was purely accidental intercourse.
You had intercourse accidentally?
What were you trying to do, Ms. Wick?
I was returning a book.
And your pants fell off?
All of the pieces of ship without remains attached
straight to the Early American workroom,
door on your right.
Where do you want this?
Take it up on the platform. Got it.
Okay. How much of this is there?
I have no idea.
So when you said, old remains,
the ship part of it just slipped your mind?
No, of course not.
This is incredible.
I can't believe this is an actual slave ship.
Where did they find it?
Off the coast of Maryland.
This could shed enormous light on the slave trade.
Or give me nightmares. One or the other.
Mytilus edulis. Blue mussels.
Wow. Hey, they said this was for you.
The Jeffersonian Board of Directors wants us to try
and identify the remains.
How? These people have been dead for nearly 150 years.
Yeah, well, this might help.
It's a copy of the outgoing manifest,
and it lists all the slaves
they were transporting to New Orleans.
There's age, and race, and degree of color.
This is really detailed,
in a totally horrible, disgusting, sucky kind of way.
Slaves were considered property.
They were as carefully catalogued as livestock
or silverware.
Male child, under ten years old.
130 centimeters.
The marine mussels compromised the bone,
but the skull shows a mix
of Negroid and Caucasoid characteristics,
suggesting that he would be listed as mulatto.
Got it. Polidore Nelson.
Symphyseal rim well defined.
Partial ectocranial suture closure.
Female, 40s, five feet tall.
Okay. There's only one woman that small.
Over here. Now.
Uh, n-not kidding,
even a little bit. Dr. Hodgins.
Yeah? What have you got?
That. What the hell is it?
Wow.
It's some kind of organism that anchored to the bone.
Interesting.
Alien sea life hitchhikes in on a slave ship,
and that's all you can say-- interesting?
I think in this context,
interesting is a way of acknowledging life-forms
beyond Dr. Hodgins' expertise.
A temporary condition, I assure you.
All right, listen up!
Pull any other bones with pink slime
and bring them over here.
It's possible that "alien" is an appropriate adjective.
I mean, we may be looking at NTI, here.
What's he talking about?
I have no idea.
NTI, as in
Non-Terrestrial Intelligence?
Oh, no.
If alien life-forms were going
to exist somewhere on Earth,
the ocean floor would be it.
Please tell me you're kidding.
Judging by weight and texture,
all of the affected bones appear to belong to the same skeleton.
Something is very wrong.
Come on, Bones, do I really got to look at these images?
Yes.
Penetrating trauma to cribriform plate and palatine bones.
Okay, you mean that jaggedy-looking hole there? Yes.
The puncture would have extended upward
into the anterior base of the brain,
resulting in immediate death.
This man was hooked through the mouth
like a fish.
Okay, got it.
Thank you very much.
I just don't know how I can help you
with a murdered slave, though.
They may have found him in a slave ship,
but given the condition of his cartilage,
this man died less than a month ago, and...
this is murder.
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Abrasions to the pisiform.
It's likely this person was wearing manacles.
Why are you working on remains
from the slave ship when you know
our recent murder victim has priority?
Because Dr. Hodgins is still trying
to remove the unidentified deep sea life-forms.
Maybe we should discuss
the murder victim's X-rays instead?
Incomplete epiphyseal fusion.
He was at most 20 years old.
Chipping on the zygomatic arch.
Hairline fractures to the mental foramen,
all heavily remodeled.
Metaphyseal fractures to the left tibia and right ulna.
Never properly set.
I've seen these before.
They happen when someone has
their extremities wrenched over and over again
at a very young age.
Suggestive of child abuse?
We have to identify him.
What is taking Dr. Hodgins so long?
We are looking at what could be a clue
to the origin of life itself.
The origin of life looks like a pink Chia Pet?
According to one theory, billions of years ago,
organic molecules hitchhiked to Earth on comets
that plummeted into our oceans,
forming the seeds of life as we know it.
Okay, now you've lost me.
Look at this.
The organism operates like hair follicles.
Anchors its root system to the bone.
You know, it's actually
kind of attractive up close.
Yeah, for a mucous-excreting underwater insect.
Well, let me scan the skull, and then I can
build the facial reconstruction from it.
Do you realize these guys could be harder to identify
than a decomposed murder victim?
How can you compare a murder victim to ocean snot
that looks like something
that Barbie wore to the prom?
You compared 'em to a Chia Pet.
Yeah, well, that's not the same thing.
You're right, because
if these guys are new, and I get to identify them,
then I get to name an entire species.
Anjelonicus Montinegris.
Really?
Really.
So, the dead guy got caught
in a fishing net, and the fishing net
got caught on a slave ship?
Yeah. A net gets lost, it floats around for years.
They call it a ghost net. Wow.
Ghost net caught a ghost. That's...
Something like that.
That's ironic.
Okay, why are you still here?
I'm weak.
I'm weak, Agent Booth.
I broke up with Daisy, but I can't keep my hands off her.
What's new? All right, you're a guy. Life goes on.
Yeah, that's the problem.
We broke up, but it just goes on.
It's-it's like
she's a magnet.
Should I just let it happen?
Here. Pick it up.
"Yes, definitely." You think?
I don't know. How am I supposed to know?
Years of experience? The perspective of age?
Age.
How is it I went to sleep Han Solo,
and I woke up Obi-Wan Kenobi?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Oh.
Looks like Angela finished the victim's facial reconstruction.
Oh. There is our ghost.
He wasn't on the Missing Persons Database,
but I got a hit from the FBI's facial recognition software.
Mike Casper.
Yeah, his wife lives in, uh-- what is it-- Calvert County.
He's married?
Yeah, he's got a kid
and a dog and a cushy aerospace job.
No, that's not possible.
He's 19, 20... 21 at most.
All right, Bones, he's 28.
No, there's no way.
Booth, you really need to double-check these things.
Look the battle scars are to the body, not to the brain, okay?
You're being very touchy.
I'm not being touchy.
This is Casper's driver's license.
It's the same face Angela drew right there. Okay.
It's possible he had cerebral palsy.
That could retard bone development.
Or you're just wrong.
I'm not wrong. You're wrong.
Nuh-uh.
Yes?
Mrs. Casper? Yes?
I'm Special Agent Booth.
This here's my partner, Dr. Brennan.
How can I help you?
You mind if we come in?
I'm actually in the middle
of something right now.
It's about your husband.
We believe we found his remains
off the coast of Maryland.
Any reason to believe
that he might have been on a boat recently?
Ask him yourself. Mike?
Victim got
a driver's license with your name and his picture.
Used it to charge up a fortune in credit card debt.
Yeah, I get it. The guy that got killed
is the same guy who stole my ID,
but it's got nothing to do with me.
I'm not exactly a violent guy.
Mike's very easygoing.
This is a conversation between you
and your credit card company, Mr. Casper.
You know how they say they record calls
for quality control?
Well, turns out it's true.
I'm sorry, sir, but because
you failed to notify us within the...
How could I tell you when I didn't know?
You should have contacted the credit reporting agencies.
In the future, if you place
a fraud alert on your credit report...
All right, you want to know what
I'm going to do in the future?
I'm going to find the scum who stole my ID,
and I'm going to kill him.
What did you expect me to say?
They froze my cards.
Our-our credit was ruined.
That-that piece of dirt--
he cost us the house we were trying to buy.
If we need to have a lawyer...
We don't need a lawyer, Claire. We haven't done anything.
My husband is telling the truth.
He is not a violent man.
Sweets, tell them what you told me
According to the latest clinical data,
identity theft can cause serious
maladaptive psychological and somatic symptoms.
Yeah. No kidding. I haven't slept in two months.
Those symptoms aren't limited to insomnia.
The hell is that supposed to mean?
Okay, that would be
one of the maladaptive psychological symptoms--
uncontrolled rage.
How could I kill him when I didn't even know who he was?
I noticed you have a boat hitch on the back of your car.
You own a boat?
Yeah. I fish. So what?
You have any big hooks on that boat?
Why?
The body was found about a mile off the coast.
I'm thinking maybe you're doing more
than just fishing on that boat...
All right, I want that lawyer.
Now.
Dr. Brennan really needs these.
I don't understand why you can't just pluck.
If I pluck them off one by one,
it's going to take a week, Ms. Wick,
so what you need to do
is stop telling me how to do my job.
I don't see how this is going to hurry things up.
If I figure out what they are,
I figure out how to get them off.
Any more questions?
Not at this moment.
Aha. Yes.
It's a type of benthic worm. See?
Progress.
Okay, the only way I can get DNA to ID our ID thief
is by using bone marrow,
but your alien organism has sucked it dry.
Okay, contrary to popular rumor, it is not my alien organism.
Not yet, anyway.
But I have narrowed it down
to a type of benthic worm.
How can you not be able to ID a fluffy pink worm?
How many of those could there possibly be?
Oh, you'd be surprised.
How am I supposed to figure out who killed him
when I can't even figure out who he is?
All I can tell from the X-rays
is that he had multiple fractures
that were never properly set.
He also sustained repeated facial trauma
between the ages of two and 14.
So, child abuse.
He wasn't on the Missing Persons Database,
so it means no one was missing him.
You have a very strange tendency to state the obvious.
If you were a kid
who got the crap beat out of him over and over again,
what would do you do?
You'd think about running away.
Or you do run away.
But he wasn't a kid anymore, Booth.
He was 19 or 20 when he died.
Doesn't mean he didn't run away before.
And when a kid runs away,
someone reports him missing.
A school, a neighbor. Someone.
We were looking at the wrong database.
We need to reverse the craniofacial growth patterns
and run the results against the Missing Children's Database.
Send him back to childhood, huh?
Retain the cranial proportion,
but reduce the jaw, narrow the neck, and raise the ears.
Change the proportion of the head to one part facial mass
to two and a quarter parts cranial mass.
Decrease the size of the upper and lower jaw.
Done.
You know, it's hard to believe
that ten years from this,
he's going to be stealing IDs and getting himself killed.
Okay. That's him.
We found him.
Nine-year-old Liam is tonight's Thursday's Child.
I like all kinds of sports, but mostly basketball,
even though I'm kind of short.
But maybe I'll grow, right?
And I'm really good at math.
'Cause I like numbers.
If Liam can find a family,
all those numbers are sure to add up
to one very bright future.
Okay. That sounds a little like puppy adoptions, you ask me.
Well, when I was in the foster system,
we used to think the kids that got on Thursday's Child
won the lottery. You know?
One day they're on TV,
next day, a big car pulls up to take them to the suburbs.
Every single time.
Yeah, well, Liam didn't get adopted.
Would have saved the juvie system
a whole hell of lot of time if he had.
The court unsealed his records
because of the murder.
He was busted two years ago
for a B&E with another foster kid by the name
of Hunter Lang.
We're trying to track him down now.
Oh, why?
Well, Liam testified against Hunter
in exchange for a suspended sentence.
Ooh, that's not good.
Rule number one: foster kids stick together.
Huh.
Well, was that the kind of thing a guy would kill for?
Depends on the guy.
I know these kids. I'll talk to him,
let you know.
Has anybody else noticed this is like
a giant jigsaw without the edge pieces?
One person gets killed, and it's murder.
Millions get killed, and it's history.
I'm trying to just think of them as bones.
It's easier.
Female.
Approximately 25.
Right here. Hany Beaufort.
Yeah, but they're not just bones.
What does that mean?
I'm gonna need to borrow these skulls.
Why does nobody seem to be working
on our murder victim, Ms. Wick?
Still waiting on Dr. Hodgins.
Are you okay?
It's nothing.
"Hany" was my great-grandmother's name.
If you two can't stay focused on the Molony case,
we're going to have issues. Well, we're trying,
but Hodgins is...
I got it!
Thank you, Aquatic Nuisance Species Task Force,
a fine collection of marine biologists
dedicated to making sure that if the alien ever shows up,
we can jam it in an airlock and kiss it good-bye.
I lost out on the naming rights, babe.
But I'm a big boy. I can handle it.
So happy to hear that.
Turns out, our little feathered friend
is the osedax mucofloris,
otherwise known as the bone eating snot flower.
You've got to be kidding.
Not kidding.
Allow me to demonstrate.
Viola.
Oh, no.
Now, the bone eating snot flower
burrows into the bone like so.
It cracks through the hard shell
straight down to the fatty marrow.
And then...
Now, each female has maybe a dozen dwarf males inside of her.
Basically, sperm holders...
Canoli? No? Anyone?
No, never again.
I cannot even tell you.
Can you please get to the point?
I figured out how to remove them.
You have to back me up with Dr. Brennan.
She hasn't said anything, but I know what she's thinking.
It's an emergency.
What? What am I supposed to say?
You have to explain what happened this morning.
Sex is a normal part of the adult experience.
You don't need to apologize for it.
Do you know what happened when I was little?
My dad and I saw these two deer going at it
on the side of a hill,
and I asked him what they were doing.
And he said the nice deer in back
was pushing his friend up the hill.
Seriously?
And now we're those deer.
Only no one's explaining that you were just pushing me uphill.
I have issues.
I had no idea.
You're happy we broke up, aren't you?
Look.
Dr. Brennan is not a prude.
I would suggest that she doesn't even care that we had sex,
just that it was right in front of her.
That would be logical.
Not that it would ever come up again anyway,
since it was an anomaly.
Totally.
But maybe there's nothing wrong with that if it did come up.
I mean, just as long as it wasn't here.
Seems reasonable.
Totally reasonable.
Mm-hmm.
So, the parole officer
didn't have an address on Hunter Lang,
but she said that he works on a boat at the end of the dock
called the Dandeana.
You know, it's possible he was drawn to the sea
because the isolation mimics his childhood environment.
You know, you're overthinking this.
There's no such thing as overthinking.
You may think incorrectly,
or inadequately or falsely, but the notion of...
Great, got it. Got it.
Okay, so, since you guys both saw the incident,
I've decided to take
Agent Booth's advice.
Anyway, even though Daisy and I aren't dating,
I've decided we can still enjoy each other's company,
casually,
once in a while.
I'm not sure why I should care.
Are you planning
on having sex somewhere that I will witness it?
I hope not.
Then I definitely don't care.
I'm with her. This way.
Ladies! Shoving off! Yeah, well,
so much for that isolation theory,
Mr. Expert on Foster Care.
Well, I've heard about these events.
They're designed to facilitate intercourse
between older women and younger men.
We got that, Bones.
Hurry up, ladies!
Cosmos are waiting! We're ready to cast off!
Oh, okay. Time to board. Excuse me.
We're looking for Hunter Lang.
Uh, he's one of our bartenders.
Nadia, they're looking for Lang.
Oh...
Jealous husband?
FBI.
Oh. Well, can this wait?
We'll be back by 10:00.
How about we come with you?
Only if he comes, too.
That was the plan. Done!
I'm sorry. What just happened there?
If this were the Malukus,
I'd say it was some sort of virgin offering.
Virgin?
Quasi virgin offering.
♪ ♪
The male guests seem to be enjoying themselves.
Oh, come on. Are you kidding me?
Look at this kid. He's barely out of diapers.
Wouldn't you like to be on a boat full of nubile young women?
No.
The, uh, socially acceptable age difference
is half plus eight.
Come on. Everyone knows that.
They do not.
If everybody knew that, Booth would know that.
Okay, so you're okay with dating somebody who's 20.
Sure. If she were mature. Uh-huh.
That means it would be well within the social norm
for me to date a man of 24.
He's 24. Would you date him?
Well, not literally.
I'm definitely getting the look here.
The look?
The precursor to sexual overtures.
Let's see what you got.
Oh!
Mama like.
Hi. All right, ladies.
You know, he's got a curfew.
He's got to be back by 12:00, midnight.
You're going to leave me? Yeah.
Okay. Hi.
The atmosphere is very festive. Thank you.
Oh, uh, thanks. I'm fine.
No... no need. I'm working.
- Anthropologically speaking - Yeah?
women were attracted to older men
because they could take care of them.
The world has changed.
These women can take care of themselves.
Yeah, right. It's just wrong, that's all, just wrong.
Why? Because it's hard on men like you
who are past their prime? Oh, I'm not past my prime.
Well, prime is 18.
Okay, maybe just a little.
Hey.
Bones, there's Hunter Lang. Oh.
The posterior surface of your forearm
is absolutely magnificent.
Thanks. I work out.
You can work out somewhere else. She's not interested, okay.
Come on. Don't be so hasty.
Are you kidding me? Hasty.
Who's the old dude? I'm her partner.
He's my partner.
She's too old for you,
and too young for you, all at the same time.
I think what he's trying to tell you is
that I haven't yet reached my sexual prime.
I have. Definitely.
Definitely? Give me this. Really?
Right now. Okay, come on. Sweets?
We're working. Put the drink down.
I'm trying. Here have this.
Yeah, lock your lips around that, sweetheart.
Come on, this way.
Want me to tuck you in?
I know you had it rough, Hunter.
I was a foster kid, too.
Sure you were.
How many foster homes did you live in?
11, 12. Who keeps track?
I did. Four places by the time I was six.
Not something you forget.
Yeah? What was your score?
Score? Supervision score.
One means doesn't need supervision,
five means bring out the meds and lock him down.
Makes it easy on the check-cashers, huh?
That's what we called foster parents.
I was a two.
I was a four.
A real pain in the ass.
Great. So what was
the deal with you and Liam Molony?
Oh, no, dude. No deal.
And I'm not saying that because he's dead.
He testified against you.
I got over it. Are we done yet?
No.
Kids I was placed with-- we leaned on each other.
If one of those kids betrayed me--
that would hurt a lot.
Look, what Liam did,
I was, like, whatever.
You know?
We talked about it when I got out of juvie,
and it's all good, no big.
So when was the last time you saw him?
Labor Day.
Yeah, he was, uh... he was working the cougars.
You see, most of the guys that come here,
they come for the free booze, the easy sex, but not Liam.
He was smarter than that.
He used to get the extras from the old ladies,
like, uh, money, gifts...
Are you aware of an issue
that happened between Liam and a guy by the name of Mike Casper?
No, I'm not.
Okay, on Labor Day,
did you two leave together?
No, no. He must have bailed
when I was cleaning up.
Ask Nadia. She'd know.
- Why is that? - Well, he was one of her favorites.
Yeah, Liam would always show up with a car full of cubs.
Nadia would get her boy bait
and then, Liam would have
all the cougars he could handle.
How many would that be?
Come on, man.
He's 19.
Was 19.
Look, can I get back to work here?
Listen, I'm going to go find Bones, talk to Nadia.
You get the rest of his information, all right?
Yeah.
Hello there.
Me?
Aren't you a scrumptious little tidbit.
Oh, no, no. In case you haven't notice,
I really don't fit this demographic, okay?
Uh-uh. You got it all wrong, sugar.
Why would I want to be with them when I could be with you?
I just needed to know what they were,
and now... I know what will eat them.
Piranhas.
And they won't damage the bones?
Nope. the bubbles agitate the water
and encourage them to feed.
May I ask you a personal question,
Dr. Hodgins? No.
I have got a beautiful wife,
a fulfilling job,
and I just figured out how to remove snot flowers.
I'm gonna go ahead and savor the moment here, Ms. Wick.
Wow.
Oh!
Ah!
Ha-ha!
Perfection.
That's curious.
There are significant
abrasions to the bone.
Can I see that ulna?
One ulna,
coming right up.
Ah!
Ooh!
They look like kerf marks,
but they don't go into the bone.
They go along the bone.
And the staining says they're definitely perimortem.
Well, I'll swab 'em, and see what we got.
The abrasions are everywhere.
All along the anterior surface of the bones.
You know, I know it's one of the few areas
of non-expertise, but does it look to you
like somebody attacked our dead guy with a grater?
I understand. Yes.
Good-bye, Ms. Wick.
So what did the lab say?
The victim was attacked
by a sharp pierced object with multiple grooves.
Some kind of very large grater.
Hmm. Before or after getting hooked like a fish?
I have no way of knowing that until I examine the bones.
You know what? We got to find the party planner around here.
She throws a very good party.
I enjoyed my conversation.
Oh, with the zygote?
Well, he was charming.
He likes long walks on the beach,
and he enjoys watching the sun set.
That's a line, Bones. They're lines.
You're what they call prime real estate around here.
Well, I'm prime real estate anywhere.
Never-never mind. Hey, Captain, you seen Nadia Blake?
Uh, probably below deck.
That's some fragrant coffee you got there.
I brewed it myself.
Uh, got to keep sharp.
Hey, Bones?
Our guy was hooked through the mouth like a fish, right?
- Uh-huh. - That fit the bill?
The shape is consistent with the damage
to the palatine bone and the cribriform plate.
Right. Whatever that means.
Could be our murder weapon, right? Yeah.
We have to bring it back to the lab
and test it for trace evidence.
Hey, Bones, could this be our grater?
Well, it is
if it corresponds to the abrasions
on the bones.
Which means Liam Molony didn't get off this boat alive.
Don't!
Whoa. I got it.
Stop it.
- Freeze! - I mean it!
Do you mind?
Okay, come on, cover up.
Need to ask you a few questions about Liam Molony.
Do you mind if get dressed first?
You got 60 seconds.
Look.
What do you got, Bones?
Hey, what happened to my 60 seconds?
Maggots, most likely blowfly maggots,
indicating that at some recent point,
there was rotting flesh here.
Okay, you, pony boy, let's go, out, come on.
Here you go. You need a key to open this lock.
Bones, excuse me.
You people are crazy.
Look at that.
You said Liam was last seen on this boat?
And I'm thinking that he was killed and stashed in here
until they got out far enough to dump the body.
What do you think?
I think you're right.
The last time Liam was seen alive
was on one of your cruises about a month ago.
Hey, I don't keep track
of the boys who go on my cruises.
My God, that would be a full-time job.
As opposed to arranging hook-ups?
For a cub, he certainly knows
how to take the romance out of things.
We're not talking about him.
We're talking about you.
So, middle-aged women pay you to hook up with younger guys?
No, they don't.
They pay to go on my cruises.
What they do when they get off is up to them.
Right. Well, one of your guests ended up
fish food at the bottom of the sea.
I'm not seeing the romance
in that.
And he usually does, which means, there really isn't any.
Hey, I liked Liam.
He was very good for business.
Yeah, you took advantage of a kid who didn't have a mother.
You basically fed him older women.
He needed mature companionship,
and my ladies needed a fresh face.
- And youthful physique? - Exactly.
You know, there are plenty of guys
in their 30s and 40s who have youthful physiques.
Yeah. Yeah.
It's different. Yeah.
Not in a bad way, but...
Yeah, in a bad way.
You're not helping your case.
If something
happened to Liam that night,
I have no idea what it is.
Guy was stuffed in a fish locker
in a cabin that you seem
to spend a lot of your quality time in.
Okay, how could I put him in a locker
I don't even have a key to?
Who has the key?
Well, Captain Kelly.
Maybe it's him you should be talking to.
Do you have the results back
on the maggots from the Cougar Cruise?
Maggots are next on my list.
Ms. Wick has already confirmed the murder weapon,
everyone else is working on the slave ship,
which makes you the clog in my drain,
Dr. Hodgins.
Still trying to figure out the trace from those bone scrapes.
It's very strange and sticky.
Three primary proteins,
including a trypsin-like serine protease.
This is my "what the hell are you talking about" look.
It's a waterproof marine epoxy.
Glue.
Why would the victim have glue on his bones?
Yeah, that's exactly what's got me stumped.
Ponder it while you put the maggots in the blender.
Hopefully, you can pull enough DNA to prove
that Liam Molony was in that locker.
After he was dead, but before he got tossed overboard.
I'm on it.
Your boat hook killed him.
His name is Liam Molony.
I've seen him before, but I barely know the guy.
Why would I kill him?
You tell me. You got a wife, Captain?
She hook up with Molony?
Oh, please. I'd have paid him.
Would you knock it off with that?
They're from Ms. Wick and Hodgins.
It appears to be urgent.
All right, just get on with it, all right? Be quick.
She doesn't really listen to you, does she?
It's really none of your business.
Dr. Hodgins blended the maggots.
They don't have remnants of human DNA.
They have mono-calcium paracaseinate.
Which means? Explain.
Cheese. What?!
The maggots ate cheese, not Molony.
Okay, okay, you, that's not funny.
Yeah, it is.
Look, I don't just do the horny broad cruises.
I do gourmet parties once a month.
Your point is?
Last week's dinner,
there was a bunch of this, uh,
you know, illegal Italian cheese.
I took one of them.
Oh. I see.
No, I don't. What does Italian cheese have to do with maggots?
There's a traditional Sardinian sheep milk cheese
called casu marzu.
It is riddled with live insect larvae.
I told you, look, I had nothing to do with this.
All right, all right, do you remember seeing this guy
on the Labor Day Cougar Cruise?
I might have seen him out on deck with a woman.
Nobody goes out on deck on account of the bar's inside.
Can you describe her?
Well, I was, um...
a little under the weather.
Drunk.
A... possibility.
Then how are we going to get a description?
♪ Sweet light ♪
♪ Sweet, sweet light ♪
♪ Sweet light ♪
♪ As we wander on ♪
♪ And wherever we roam ♪
♪ We shall look for you there ♪
♪ You will always be there. ♪
Somebody forget about lunch?
Oh, I'm s... I...
How long have I been sitting here?
Hours. I had a Caesar salad
with a side of Ms. Wick.
We talked about Sardinian cheese, at length.
I'm so sorry, babe.
I totally lost track.
No, these are amazing, Angie.
You're doing a sketch for every set of remains?
Kind of feel like I have to.
You also have to eat.
I mean, you're growingan, you'rg a baby, remember?
Well, yeah,
but he was somebody's baby, too,
and I want our baby to know that.
Oh, wow.
I sound like a crazy woman, don't I?
Actually, you're sounding like a mom.
Oh, crap.
Already? Yep.
Then I should take that sandwich.
Okay. You keep working. I'm on it.
You want a peanut butter and egg salad?
Yes. I know, pregnancy is so weird.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Even the charcoal-y bits.
Three separate studies suggest this is a very effective method.
It's called "state dependent learning."
If we want him to remember what happened when he was drunk,
we just have to get him drunk.
Right. Is this really going to work?
Memories are anchored in internal contexts.
Yeah. For example,
if I had a drink, I would instantly remember Daisy
and how champagne just makes her eyes sparkle.
Sweets.
Is he drunk enough already?
I'd say yes.
Okay, let's just focus here, all right?
Labor Day cruise.
Liam Molony's on the deck with a woman.
Can you describe her?
Hmm...
He's confused. For example, if I were to describe Daisy,
I'd say she was five, five,
beautiful brown hair.
Oh, for God sakes. Sweets.
What? I remember.
Her hair was red.
She kept, uh, flicking it.
Booth, that sounds just like...
Claire Casper. The wife of the man
whose identity Liam stole.
Get his keys. Why?
We got to go solve a murder.
Just give him two aspirin and put him in a cab,
all right?
Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait.
We've got witnesses, and they all put you
on the Labor Day Cougar Cruise.
Big whoop.
I go on a lot of party cruises.
They're a fun night out.
Fun night out with Liam Molony?
All right.
You really want me to say this?
Liam and I hooked up a few months ago.
He used to come by the house when Mike was at work.
Oh, okay. So when Mike's ID got stolen,
you realized that it was Liam.
Could've been real easy for him. All he had to do
was grab some mail. That must have really pissed you off.
You think I cared?
That boy went like a hot little pipe.
Oh, you definitely cared, 'cause your whole little world
was about to come crumbling down.
You went on that cruise, looking for him, didn't you?
What did he say?
Threaten to tell your husband about the affair?
I didn't kill Liam.
And there's nothing you can do to prove different.
Hey. We're almost wrapped up.
Yeah. Booth called.
He thinks Claire Casper did it,
but there's no evidence to tie her to the crime.
No, I was actually...
I was talking about the Amalia Rose.
The remains have been identified,
and they're moving them into the exhibit.
The press conference is tomorrow.
Great.
Not that this is any of my business,
but, um, I sort of thought that you'd be more interested.
Interested? Is that what I'm supposed to be?
I just thought...
That because I'm black, I should be all over this.
I already know what happened.
My family were property, along with about
15 million other Africans.
They were traded like cattle, and they died like cattle.
And I am trying really hard
not to let those bones out there get to me.
I'm sorry, Cam.
I should have been more sensitive.
It's fine. It's all good.
Hey, so, new developments.
Am I interrupting?
No. Uh, What's going on?
I ran a couple more tests,
and the sticky stuff on the bone abrasions
wasn't marine epoxy, it's barnacle secretion.
I think I know what happened.
Now, imagine this platform is the party boat,
and I am Liam Molony.
And I'm Claire Casper, sexually predatory suburban housewife.
Right. Okay. So...
Molony and Claire, they struggle.
Now, Molony, he's strong.
We know that from the bone attachments.
But Claire, she's got rage on her side.
And I shove him overboard.
Hey!
Don't worry. We thought this through.
Molony-- he tries to climb back onboard,
scraping himself on the barnacles.
But Claire-- she grabs the boat hook.
And stabs him with it, straight through the mouth.
Uh-huh.
The hook tore through his palate,
into the frontal lobe,
fracturing his front teeth
as it was removed.
What's wrong?
If the abrasions to Liam Molony's skeleton
were caused by the barnacles on the boat,
there may be evidence in the barnacles.
And that is why I sent the techs out
to the marina to check the boat.
Barnacles grow at a prescribed rate.
We dated these little ones back to the night
Liam Molony disappeared.
He tried to climb back up the side of the hull,
in the process, breaking off the barnacles
and lacerating himself down to bone.
Yeah, and these baby barnacles
grew in their place.
DNA's back from the blood we found under those barnacles.
There's two types.
One is consistent with Liam Molony.
The other's a match for Claire Casper.
She must have gotten cut when they struggled.
Booth wanted evidence. Looks like we got it.
A jury's going to believe this, Claire.
We got you.
It was an accident. I...
I told Liam
I knew what he did.
We started fighting.
My glass broke and I got cut.
I looked down and saw blood,
and I got so mad, I shoved him.
He went over.
Into the ocean.
I grabbed the boat hook to get him.
I was going to pull him out.
Then what happened?
He-he called me a...
...desperate old hag.
I never thought of myself as old until then.
I...
I grabbed the boat hook and I...
swung it up and caught him in the mouth.
Just like a fish.
I wanted him to die, Agent Booth, but I...
I didn't want to kill him.
Here's the thing,
and as much as it pains me to say...
I don't like casual sex.
You don't?
I mean I like sex.
I love sex.
Okay? I just...
I don't only want to spend time with you
'cause I'm getting my freak on.
But I like giving you the freak.
If you want to keep seeing me,
we need to have substantive conversation
and shared interests.
Well, that should be easy.
I mean, we have lots in common.
Okay. Like what?
We both love Indian food.
Can't stand it.
Only ate it for you.
Really? Uh-huh.
What about travel?
Since the Malukus, I'm totally over it.
Hiking? Hate it.
Dogs? I love dogs.
I'm allergic.
Remember that time when you had
the flu and we stayed in bed
and watched the Saved by the Bell marathon?
Yeah, and we decided you're just like Jessie,
'cause she's so smart and ambitious, right?
And you were like Screech 'cause he was the geeky genius.
But they never hooked up.
Which, they totally should have.
Right? 'Cause they had more in common
than they realized.
We could watch it again.
I have issues with the last season.
Me, too!
Daisy.
Lancelot.
These people were wrenched from their homeland
and disappeared into the cold seas of the Atlantic,
forgotten until today.
We're very proud to announce that thanks to the hard work
of the Jeffersonian staff,
the remains found
on the Amalia Rose have been matched
with the names on the manifest.
They will be buried at the Great Oak Cemetery in Maryland,
but their names and faces will live on here,
in the Jeffersonian.
Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to present
the victims of the Amalia Rose.
Polidore Nelson.
Barbury Page.
Jim, no last name.
Abraham Fox.
Hany...
Hany Beaufort.
Bartlett Nelson.
Isaiah Nelson.
Rebecca, no last name.
Cain Dawson.
Eliza, no last name.
Georgiana Picket.
Clarence Stark.
Dillie Stark.
Franklin, no last name.
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