Bones

Bones S06E05 The Bones that Weren't Original Air Date on November 4, 2010

Oh, whoa. You look nice today.

Down, boy. Gotta go to work.

Beautiful and responsible.

How did I get so lucky, huh?

What do you know about Anacostia?

It's a neighborhood about a mile and a half from here.

Seedy, prostitution, lots of gangs, bad activity. Why?

You ever hear of local cops getting bought off down there?

I thought you were only working the White House and Capitol Hill.

You can see Anacostia from the top of the Capitol dome.

Really? Mm-hmm.

Expanding our portfolio, are we? Look who's talking.

How many jurisdictional boundaries have you transgressed over the years?

All of them. All of them?

Mm-hmm.

Oh. Every one of them.

Bye.

I'll miss you.

Anacostia? That's a really tough part of town.

Not compared to downtown Kabul it's not.

Or the surface of Venus, which is covered by clouds of sulfuric acid...

and hundreds of active megavolcanoes.

What? We are talking about tough neighborhoods.

Uh-huh. It's good that Hannah's totally jazzed about her work though.

For smart people like Hannah and me, not being jazzed is physically painful.

Whoa. Are you saying that Hannah does extra work because she's bored at home?

No. No.

I'm an exciting guy.

I, for example— I'm makin' dinner for her tonight with wine.

You just decided that now, didn't you?

If you're not the cause of her ennui,

then it stands to reason that you cannot make her happy.

- It's standard first-order logic. - First-order logic?

First-order logic is a philosophical system of reasoning...

using “if-then” statements as quantifiers and predicates.

“If-then” statements are binary truth functions, wherein a compound sentence...

is logically equivalent to the negative.

Guys, guys. Hannah and I are really happy.

I gave her the big closet, and I always put the seat down after I pee.

You should also put the lid down.

Otherwise, a fine mist of aerosolized urine and fecal particulates...

are sprayed into the air every time you flush.

You might as well brush your teeth in excrement.

- She's right. - [ Rings, Beeps I

Yeah. Thank God you called.

Okay. Great. Thanks.

We have a case. We've got to go.

Oh, it looks like a giant man-eating clam.

There's no such thing as a man-eating clam.

You know, the giant ones, they clamp on to your leg like a bear trap.

No. A: The shells close too slowly to catch anything.

The really big ones can't even close all the way.

Not in the movies I've watched.

It's all yours.

Whoa. Poor guy. Now he's stuck in a hard place.

How do you know it's a male? I don't. I just meant, you know...

I just feel bad, whatever sex. Oh.

However, you are correct.

Given the angle of the jaw and the wear to the teeth,

the victim is a male in his late 20s.

Male, late 20s. Okay, what's that? A probe.

These appear to be the only remains encased here.

- What do you mean? - Where's the back of his skull?

Oh, okay, so what you're saying is there could be, you know, male parts...

all just embedded here in this big slab of concrete?

Well, there's the impression of the rest of the skull.

When the concrete set, the bone was still there.

But somehow, it disappeared in the meantime.

Okay, so let me guess. You want the whole slab of concrete...

shipped back to the Jeffersonian, right? No.

Don't be absurd. A 2-by-3-by-4-meter section will be fine.

- Yeah. - Shouldn't weigh more than a ton.

Nothin' here but dust.

Perhaps it's what's left of the missing bones.

It could be many things, Mr. Vaziri.

Speculation is pointless until we analyze the evidence.

Sorry. I've been away from forensic anthropology for almost a year. I guess I'm rusty.

But we are glad to have you back, Mr. Vaziri. Aren't we, Dr. Brennan?

Yes, we're delighted.

Cultural anthropology is a fine discipline,

but it doesn't involve as much hard science as forensic anthropology.

I hope that you'll be able to make the requisite readjustment.

- It's like time has stood still. - All done.

So many tunnels in there, like an ant farm.

Since we have the fluoroscope,

I was thinking I could inject a barium sulfate slurry into the concrete.

Once inside, I could fluoroscope the slurry like an M.R.I.

That should give us a clear picture of what we're dealing with...

without destroying the concrete.

How's that for hard-science thinking?

Attaboy, Arastoo.

Looks like a human skeleton. It is a skeleton.

Or at least the cast of one.

So, the tissue must have decomposed before the concrete was poured.

- Why? - Because, otherwise,

we'd be looking at the mold of a human body...

instead of a mold of the skeleton.

What happened to the victim's clothing?

Natural fibers, like cotton,

would have decomposed to dust or tatters...

- in, say, I don't know, four months? - But not bones.

If we can figure out what happened to the victim's skeletal structure,

we may be able to figure out what happened to him.

All right, so the victim was lying on his back,

arms by his side.

He must have been knocked unconscious, paralyzed or already dead.

What's your thinking? If he was conscious,

he would have curled up in pain or tried to crawl away.

I've found something really odd.

Something between the victim's teeth?

No. On his teeth.

Is there any such thing as a dental tattoo?

There's no reason that ink couldn't be introduced to the enamel.

What do you got?

Huh. Well, that's a new one.

There's a figure of an upside-down man on the victim's left central maxillary incisor.

I believe he's effecting a headspin. A classic hip-hop move.

There can't be too many people that tattoo teeth, right?

This could lead to the victim's identity.

I will find it extremely frustrating...

if the victim's identity is all we can discern.

Well, unless you can take bone dust and turn it back into a full skeleton,

this is all we've got to work with.

Oh, God.

What? You're gonna propose.

No.

Uh, candles, wine.

New toothbrushes?

Right.

You went through all this to tell me I have bad breath?

No, I just think you need a new toothbrush.

Well, actually, we both do, and I bought these two, obviously.

And you can choose which color you'd like.

Something Temperance said? Yeah. Something she did.

Trust me, you do not want to know, okay?

So, more importantly, it's time for a little wine.

Huh? Day's over.

Oh, yes. There you go, for you. Okay.

Here we go, for me.

Cheers. Cheers.

Hmm?

So-[ Clears Throat ] we're good here.

Okay, Seeley, what's all this about?

Nothing. Why does it have to be about somethin'?

You found out that my editor won't let me pursue the corrupt cop story.

Huh? No, I didn't.

What did he say?

I quote: “The White House press corps chases history,

not lurid 'true crime' stories.”

Wow. He actually said the word “lurid”?

It's not funny. It is kind of funny.

Why is it funny? 'Cause then I know that...

you're still gonna do that story without his permission.

And I think that— That really makes me laugh.

I like that you know me that well.

Yeah.

Is there any chance that I could say to you, uh, “Be careful,”

and then you could say, “Safety first”?

It's worth a shot. Okay. You be careful.

Safety first. Liar.

Come here. Hmm.

No.

Aren't we gonna eat first? No way.

[ Device Beeps I

Angela.

Good morning. Hello.

Ooh. It is morning, yeah?

You stayed up all night? Yes.

Is that good for the baby?

Well, what he doesn't know doesn't hurt him, right?

Okay, so here is a additive stereo lithograph...

that I borrowed from Archaeology.

You need a skeleton, and I'm gonna make a reasonable facsimile.

Are those lasers?

Their purpose is to cure micro-thin layers of liquid resin into hard plastic.

The stacking of these two-dimensional layers...

will create a three-dimensional object.

The fluoroscopic scan created a template.

Which you'll use to grow a plastic replica of the victim's skeleton.

Well, how accurate will it be?

That's for you and Arastoo to find out...

while I take a well-deserved nap.

At worst, it'll be as accurate as a fossil.

I find I am totally jazzed by your out-of-the-box, lateral thinking.

[ Device Beeps I

I come to work and find myself in the future.

Time travel is impossible, Mr. Vaziri.

But I know exactly what you mean.

Wow.

If you're taking orders,

I'd like a 6'4", 37-year-old male with a good income and no mommy issues.

The detail is remarkable. Thank you.

It's even flexible at the joints...

where the tendons and ligaments were replicated.