(DOGS BARKING)
Chin up, Gaston.
Eyes forward.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
I said... (CLICKS TONGUE) Not... (CLUCKS TONGUE)
Gaston.
Patty! Patty! Have you seen Lady Carlisle?
I can't find her anywhere.
Relax, Donald. I am sure she's just off
sniffing butts like the creepy little mutt that she is.
Lady Carlisle! Lady Carlisle!
I'm serious. I turned around for one second and she just ran off.
(SIGHS)
(FOOTSTEPS RACING)
(GASPS)
- Gaston! - Lady Carlisle.
(CLICKING TONGUE)
Lady Carlisle!
Better not be out here fraternizing with the raccoons again.
I swear if Gaston so much as stubs his pedicure,
there is going to be hell to pay!
Gaston! Gaston!
Gaston! Gaston! Drop it!
(CLICKING TONGUE)
I said... (CLICKS TONGUE)
- PATTY: Drop it! - (DONALD VOMITING)
BOOTH: Bones, you're incredible.
I mean, how do you even have a case file when you haven't even ID'd the body yet?
No, this file is from the archives.
In light of Zack's new disclosures,
I am re-examining the evidence from the lobbyist's murder.
You know what, you are doing the right thing.
All right? Giving Zack another chance.
I am simply looking for the truth.
So far the evidence is inconclusive.
- Well, there's a lot of it there. - No.
These files are not for Zack's case, they are for my surprise party.
You do realize you're not supposed to plan your own surprise party.
The traditional custom is illogical.
Being startled is unpleasant.
While engineering a surprise for others has proven to be quite pleasurable.
Okay, can you please tell me what you want for your birthday?
No. My party has a strict no gift policy.
- It's right there on the invitation. - Come on, Bones.
This is a big one. You're turning 40.
You're flipping the old odometer.
I can assure you that I have everything I need.
Then what about one of those chunky stone necklaces you like to wear?
- Booth, I'm serious. - So am I.
Well, if you don't want a thing, how about like an experience?
- I know! Go to a concert. - No.
The Tuvan throat singers already passed through town last month.
BOOTH: Not quite the concert I was thinking of, Bones.
Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?
Sir? How many times do I have to tell you don't be so rough on his top knot?
Ma'am, I'm just trying to do my job here, okay?
Techs are flagging all the drag marks.
This is crazy. There is evidence all over the place.
Yeah, including these dogs.
They didn't just snack on the body, they rolled in it.
BRENNAN: Judging from the multiple layers of predation,
it appears the other scavengers got to it first.
CAM: Given the degree of tissue decomp,
this body has been out here three or four days.
Well, the tech said there is no sign of struggle.
So, tell you what, I'm gonna go take a look on the trails here
and see if I can find any evidence.
Trans linea aspera of the left femur indicates the victim is male.
While the degeneration on the femoral head suggests he was in his 40s.
This is strange.
There is a piece of plastic fused to the flesh on the victim's wrist.
But there is no evidence of burnt tissue.
Almost as mysterious as Dr. B's birthday party.
Speaking of which, I know it's a surprise,
but can you give us a hint on the dress code?
Yes. Wearing clothes would be advisable.
Couldn't find a trail. But found this. Smoking the dope.
Not surprising. This is a local teen party spot.
Hey, if there's any weed still in that pipe, I'll take it.
Back to the lab. For a forensic work-up, guys. Jeez.
Could you all please stop yammering, and just get on with it?
I have to wash the blood from Gaston's coat before it sets.
- You need to be patient. - BOOTH: Ma'am, please.
We're trying to solve a murder here.
If my dog's fur ends up pink, I promise you there will be hell to pay.
You know what? I'm just gonna expedite the process here, okay?
Thank you. Finally somebody's listening to me.
Stop! What are you doing?
That took me two years to grow out that coat.
- Hey, ma'am, just let go of my clipper. - Ma'am, ma'am...
Is it as bad as I think it is?
(OPENING THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
This body shows extensive evidence of post-mortem blunt force trauma.
I found multiple fractures on the left tibia and fibula.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Another unknown number. Yes, I want to ignore.
Also the right ribs, three through six, the right radius and the ulnae.
And don't get me started on the tissue.
Whatever the dogs didn't eat was bruised, scraped or punctured.
The location of the trauma suggests
the body was dragged on both anterior and posterior planes.
Dr. Brennan, I've been meaning to ask,
would it be okay if I put you down as a reference?
Now that I've finally completed my PhD,
I've applied for a job as lead forensic anthropologist at the NFL.
Whoa. They need forensic anthropologists in pro football?
I think the NFL Daisy is referring to is the National Forensic Lab.
I will be a reference, Dr. Wick, but I advise you not to get your hopes up.
In light of your young age, landing a job of that status
would be a long shot at best.
Didn't you get your job here when you were still in your 20s?
Yes, but that was clearly an exceptional circumstance.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
- Angela, don't you need to get that? - ANGELA: Sorry, yeah.
Okay, this is the third time that this unknown number has called today.
Hey. Well, good news.
I was able to pull prints off that pipe, so I sent it to Booth and Aubrey.
(GIGGLING)
You're... Asymmetrical.
Angie, you said it was barely noticeable.
Anyway, based on the colonization of mold spores on the marijuana
that was in the pipe, I was able to determine
that it was last smoked, like, 80 hours ago. So...
So, whoever was smoking in the woods
was probably there right around the victim's time of death.
(ALL LAUGHING)
I'm sorry, Dr. Hodgins.
Okay. All right.
(LAUGHTER CONTINUES)
You Randy Stringer?
- Yeah. But I didn't call an Uber. - I'm not Uber.
FBI. Here to ask you a few questions about last Friday night.
We have evidence that you were in the woods at Greenwood Barren.
So? As far as I know, there is no law against communing with nature.
Well, unfortunately for you, there is a law against drugs.
Found your marijuana pipe.
According to your record, you got picked up twice for selling LSD
and once for assault with a deadly weapon.
No, no, I'll tell you what happened.
I was in the parking lot at a fish show
cutting up some salami with my pocketknife
when the pigs nabbed me for dealing.
Pigs? What is this, 1969?
I'm telling you, man, the only thing I assaulted that day
was some nice soppressata. Or... Maybe it was pepperoni.
Randy, do you recall seeing anything unusual in the woods that night?
Well, there was one thing. A dude walked in with a flashlight.
At least I think it was a dude, it was too dark to tell.
Any idea what time it was, where he was coming from?
Yeah. He came in from the... The northwest corner.
Probably around 11:30 or so,
'cause Animation Domination was on by the time I got home.
What's this about anyway?
Someone dumped a body in those woods.
Talk about littering.
When will people learn to respect Mother Earth?
- How's the facial reconstruction coming? - I didn't need one.
It turns out that that thing that Cam found fused to the victim's wrist
was a skin-mounted bio-electronic fitness monitor.
If Angie can figure out a way to access it wirelessly,
she may be able to find the victim's ID.
Oh.
Hodgins, your eyebrow appears to have grown back.
Sorry to ruin your laugh fest there, but, yeah.
I constructed a replacement using hair from my own beard.
Really? Here we go again.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Oh, come on.
Are you kidding me?
Yeah, hi.
Listen, I don't have any credit card debt,
and I'm just not interested in buying one of your cruises. So...
Are you sure you're calling for me?
Yeah, no, that... Can you give me one second?
Maybe she is buying a cruise.
I was under the impression that bio-electronic devices
were not yet available to the consumer market.
Yeah, as far as I know, they are not.
But I don't know, maybe our victim had a connection to the tech world.
Um...
You guys are never gonna believe this,
but I just won a MacArthur fellowship.
You know the one that everyone calls the genius grant.
Congratulations, Angie. That's unbelievable.
Truly. MacArthur is one of the most prestigious awards a scientist can get.
Yeah, I know.
Wow. They said my work with the Angelatron was groundbreaking.
Good job, Ange. See, I always knew I married a genius.
Well, technically, you did not.
Though Angela is incredibly talented.
Thank you?
Dr. B, Angie is your best friend, you gotta at least try to be happy for her.
I am. It's simply that I never imagined you would ever
achieve this honor, let alone before I did.
In other news,
looks like I found the wireless password for the fitness monitor.
It belonged to an Ian Goldberg.
Looks like he was some kind of pioneer in the field of artificial intelligence.
Yeah, no, I knew this name sounded familiar.
He's the guy that makes those awesome robots
that work with the children on the autism spectrum.
Let's check it out.
ROBOT: Good morning, Riley. Shall we practice our introductions?
GOLDBERG: To paraphrase Stephen Hawking,
our focus at Social Cybernetics isn't so much artificial intelligence,
as beneficial intelligence.
For a child on the autism spectrum,
social interactions can be overwhelming.
But robots like AMI provide a simple, stress-free interface
which allows them to make great strides.
Good work, Riley.
There's someone who deserves the genius grant.
Who would want to kill a guy like this?
You know, you're awfully quiet.
You're not upset about Angela winning that whole McDonald's award.
MacArthur. No. Not in the slightest.
I'm simply focused on planning my party.
- It's not every day that one turns 40. - (CELL PHONE RINGING)
- Hello? - Sorry to bug you, Dr. B.
But I wanted to show you three anti-mortem contusions
I found hidden in the blunt force trauma on the back of the skull.
See these marks on the occipital and left parietal?
Based on the shape and spacing,
they were caused by metacarpal phalangeal joints two through four.
- Someone punched our victim. - What are you talking about?
In the back of the head? That's a rookie move.
Looking at the force profile,
I'm guessing whoever did it sustained a hand injury.
Thank you, Dr. Wick.
So, let me ask you a question.
What is with this Social Cybernetics place?
I mean, what, are we talking like full on C-3PO or R2-D2?
Okay, I have no idea what that means,
but Ian Goldberg's work was in artificial intelligence.
The robots he created have complicated neural networks
that are designed to emulate a human brain.
Come on, no robot's brain is ever gonna beat a human one.
Are you kidding me? At the end of the day,
humans have something that robots will never have.
- What? - Soul.
The existence of a soul has never been proven with scientific data.
Soul is not something you prove, but... Hey, listen to that!
It's something you feel. You hear that?
That's our song! Listen. You hear the soul in that?
(SINGING) Hot blooded, check it and see
I got a fever of 103
Come on baby Do you do more than dance...
I can't believe it. I've known Ian half my life.
We've worked on AMI's development ever since our days at MIT.
- Who's AMI? - The name is an acronym
for Advanced Modular Intelligence.
- Of course. - Here, let me introduce you.
AMI, please come say hello to Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan.
(BOOTH AND BRENNAN LAUGHING)
That's really amazing.
Hello, Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan. I am very pleased to meet you.
AMI, your enunciation and speech patterns are incredibly nuanced.
I am also fluent in eight languages.
- Really? Well, so am I. - Very impressive. For a human.
As we continue to educate AMI on the subtleties of human emotions,
I'm afraid she's picked up a few bad habits.
This robot can recognize facial expressions?
Yeah, better than most people.
AMI, please tell us what you observe.
Dr. Brennan appears 78% curious and 22% jealous.
Agent Booth is 94% amused and 6% skeptical.
And you, Kate, are 100% nervous.
Of course I am, I am being questioned by the FBI.
Thank you, AMI, your work here is done.
So, you and Ian didn't have any bad blood, did you?
No, we had a very fruitful working relationship.
Had Ian lived, I am confident that
we would have reached singularity within the next decade.
Sorry, singularity?
Singularity is when intelligent machines become indistinguishable from humans.
So, did you notice anything unusual about lan's behavior last Friday?
Unfortunately, I was out of town delivering a speech.
But I can give you his online calendar.
Lan was highly scheduled.
So, I'm sure everything that he did should be on there.
Bones, take a look at that guy with the wrist brace.
- Excuse me, sir? - Yeah.
How did you get that injury on your wrist?
It's okay, Alan. They are with the FBI.
Then they should be smart enough to realize that it isn't an injury at all.
It's carpal tunnel.
You know, from sitting at a computer all day.
Compressed median nerve would not cause the knuckles to swell.
I'm a little bit bloated. So what?
Ow. Ow.
You are hurting me.
- Booth, it's just as I suspected. - Yeah.
His second and third metacarpal shows significant angulation.
Speak English please.
This man does not suffer from carpal tunnel syndrome.
But he does have a boxer's fracture.
Don't need a robot to figure that out.
BRENNAN: I've reviewed your medical records, Alan,
and the injuries to your metacarpals
are an exact match for the bruises on lan's skull.
Fine, so I hit him. That doesn't make me guilty of murder.
Well, I'm not sure I trust a guy who sucker punched
his boss on the back of the head.
I had just worked my third 16-hour-day in a row
when Ian tried to force me to work through the weekend.
I was tired, I lost it.
Really? You know what I think? I think you mixed it up with Ian.
And you ended up killing him. That's what I think.
(LAUGHING) That is ridiculous.
If one of my employees struck me on the skull,
I'd have fired him on the spot.
Please. Do you know how hard it would be to replace me?
I am far and away the best coder they have.
That's great. Where were you last Friday night?
Same place I always am. My desk at Social Cybernetics,
where I was coding all night long.
- Well, our team will have to verify that. - Yeah, sure. Go right ahead.
But if you wanna find the actual killer,
you ought to be questioning those nuts from Stop The Robopocalypse.
- The robot what? - BRENNAN: Robopocalypse.
They're a radical group who believes that Al is out to destroy humanity
by enslaving the human race.
Yes, and lan's favorite hobby
was going on to their blogs and baiting them into fights.
The same Ian that built these robots and helped these autistic kids.
- Seems out of character. - Not if you knew the guy.
Lan's death may have been a loss to the field of artificial intelligence,
but in reality, the guy was a dink.
- Did he just say "dink"? - I think he did.
- Any word from the NFL? - Not yet.
But I can't stop stressing about it.
Even if they do call Dr. Brennan for a reference, what if it backfires?
You know, she does have a tendency to be blunt.
That is one way of putting it.
Do you think it will seem like a red flag if I call the NFL
and I ask them to use you as a reference instead?
I think you should focus on your work and try not to worry so much.
Well, there certainly is plenty to focus on.
Twelve separate instances of blunt force trauma,
and yet there is no consistency in directionality or size.
It's like the victim was hit with a bunch of different objects,
from multiple angles.
After he was already dead?
Yes and no.
There is also evidence of perimortem blunt force trauma
on the frontal bone at the coronal suture.
It must have been obscured by all the post-mortem damage.
Huh.
I'll have Hodgins swab. See if we can identify the murder weapon.
Oh, and, Daisy.
If the NFL doesn't hire you, you always have a job here.
Hey, according to Alan's computer, he was telling the truth.
He was logged in and working until 4:00 a.m. Last Friday night.
The guy is a coder. You don't think he could have faked that?
With Social Cybernetics' network security, it's not likely.
Great, so all we got are a bunch of dead ends and a creepy talking robot.
- What, are you afraid of AMI? - You're not?
Well, have you met her? She's actually pretty adorable.
Yeah, now. But in another few years,
AMI and her little buddies start getting more advanced
and we stop being the smartest thing on the planet.
Wow. Aubrey, I never knew you were so paranoid.
(CELL PHONE BEEPING)
Hey, you know that anti-Al group, Stop The Robopocalypse?
- Why, are you thinking of joining? - That's funny.
It turns out their leader crashed one of lan's speaking engagements last year
and struck him on the leg with a baseball bat.
Guy by the name of Matthew Coburn.
I wish you'd told me you were into model trains.
I would have brought Lance Junior with me.
I am not playing with trains, Daisy. I am making a map.
Since Booth couldn't track the drag marks,
I customized an old Jeffersonian display,
so I could match the particulates found in lan's injuries
to specific locations in the woods.
For example, we got birch sap in the victim's left ulna fracture,
and the scrapes on his legs had pollen from these swamp azaleas.
Problem is, there are so many random drag marks,
finding a pattern will be next to impossible.
It's like we're looking at chaos theory.
I have to say, it's good to see you back to your old self, Dr. Hodgins.
And I wasn't talking about your eyebrow or your legs.
Thank you, Daisy. I think it just, you know,
took me a while to realize that my legs are merely a way for me to carry around
what's in here and, you know, what's in here.
I'm happy for you.
And I really need your advice.
I would say shoot, but you did once put a bullet in my arm.
I need you to level with me.
Do you think I really have a chance of landing that lead anthropologist job?
'Cause the thought of not getting it makes me feel like such a failure.
Daisy, look, I know that you and I have a history of getting on each other's nerves.
But I do think you're a highly skilled scientist.
I agree. But Dr. Brennan was already running the Jeffersonian
when she was five years younger than me.
Yes, but life is not a competition, Daisy.
Trust me, if I've learned anything being in this chair,
it's that happiness comes from accepting what you have.
But what if what I have is just one big question mark?
Yeah. Tell me about it. Look at this thing.
I mean, it's so insane that it's actually kind of brilliant.
Well, our victim was a computer genius.
Chances are his killer was pretty smart, too.
Which means they could have purposefully hauled lan's body through the woods
in order to obscure the other evidence.
You're really not gonna get your own wife a birthday present?
Bones swears she doesn't want anything. So...
Okay, well, I mean,
I'm no expert on women, but that really sounds like a trap to me.
Is this really where the head of Robopocalypse lives,
in the middle of this industrial wasteland?
Well, this is where Angela tracked down his Wi-Fi co-ordinates.
So, he's gotta be in there.
Am I the only one smelling barbecue here?
Good nose, Aubrey.
Matthew Coburn?
How you doing?
We'd like to have a word with you.
(GROANS)
Come on, man, give it up, will you?
BOOTH: You gotta be kidding me, huh?
Get off my partner. Come, let's go. Thanks for showing up, Aubrey.
Anytime.
Hold on.
Just because I blogged about the military smart drone program
doesn't make me guilty of treason.
I had no idea those files were classified.
We didn't bring you in here because of your blog, Matthew.
You're under investigation for the murder of Ian Goldberg.
Why would I wanna kill him?
You tell me.
You're the one who attacked him with the baseball bat.
After that, you lost your job, your house, your wife filed for divorce.
I think you blamed Ian for that.
So, you decided to come back and finish him off.
I never meant to hurt Ian.
I tried to smash his robot,
only he stepped in to protect the damn thing.
Well, destruction of property is still a felony, man.
You'd wanna destroy robots, too,
if you realized what the government was doing with them.
They are weaponizing this stuff.
Turning them into autonomous robot killers.
Hold on a second here.
Lan didn't even make weapons.
I mean, the guy made robots that helped autistic kids.
So he said.
Guys like Ian always claim that they are trying to save the world,
but the only thing they care about is selling out to the highest bidder.
Do you know how many amazing scientific discoveries
were turned into weapons of mass destruction?
Einstein's relativity became the atom bomb.
An amazing new garden herbicide turned into Agent Orange.
Mr. Coburn, where were you last Friday night?
In my RV.
Writing a very important post about why people should take action
to stop men like Ian Goldberg before it's too late.
Don't worry.
I'm gonna take action, all right.
By holding you right here.
- Dr. Brennan... - No, Daisy.
I still have not heard from the National Forensic Lab.
I will inform you the minute I do.
Have you found any evidence of dislocation?
Both the wrists and elbows show a remarkable number of hairline fractures.
That is not surprising,
as shoulder dislocation is a common feature
of bodies that have been dragged for any distance.
True, but based on the tearing wounds to the synovial membranes,
it looks more like someone tried to rip his arms from his sockets.
No human is capable of inflicting this amount of damage.
Yeah? How about a robot?
So, the swab results to the blunt force trauma to lan's skull
showed an amalgam of magnesium alloy and plastic resin.
The same material that AMI is made from.
Okay, I can't believe I'm saying this.
But we need to look at that robot.
BOOTH: All my years in the job and now I have to question this bucket of bolts.
BRENNAN: Think of it as a learning opportunity.
Come on, Bones. Are you kidding me?
There's no way that a robot could have motive.
I mean, this is just insane.
And I'm pretty sure she didn't get into the car
and drive lan's body into the woods.
No, but it is possible AMI was used as a murder weapon,
in which case, she may have valuable evidence.
You know, AMI is far more intelligent
than the majority of suspects you have interrogated.
Well, can't argue that.
My proprietary algorithm allows me to recognize millions of objects,
gestures and voice commands.
See this? AMI is no different than us.
That is not accurate, Dr. Brennan.
Unlike you, my memory will never degrade with age.
Okay, let's just stop the chit-chat here, shall we?
Let's just get with the program and get this over with. So...
Did you, AMI, attack Ian Goldberg?
No, I did not.
You didn't hit him in the head? Even by accident?
No. Never.
Great, I'm being stonewalled by a robot.
Booth, let me try.
AMI, can you share with us any memories you may have
of Ian Goldberg from last Friday the 12th?
I have no memories of Ian Goldberg from that date.
You're lying. That can't be true. He...
We have multiple witnesses who said
that they saw Ian programming the robot that day.
AMI is not capable of lying. Her Al is not that sophisticated.
Okay, AMI, you don't remember anything?
I do not. Because my memory from Friday the 12th has been deleted.
Who deleted those files?
(POWERING DOWN)
- What's happening here? - I don't know.
Dad. What are you doing here?
My party doesn't start for another seven hours.
Well, I had to run some errands and I thought why not swing by
and have some one-on-one time with my favorite daughter.
It's nice to see you. But I am in the middle of a case.
I don't wanna interrupt you, I just wanted to spend some time with you.
Is everything okay?
Sure, absolutely.
Okay.
I ran into Hodgins on my way in
and he said that Angela had won some big-time award.
Yes. The MacArthur genius grant. We are all very proud.
Well, you know, it's normal to be a little jealous.
Perhaps, but I don't have time for such petty emotions
between my work and planning my surprise party.
Speaking of which, will there be dancing at this top-secret shindig of yours?
My lips are sealed.
Come on, I'm your dad, Tempe. Can't you give me a hint?
Nepotism will get you nowhere. Since when do you care about dancing?
Well, since I started taking salsa lessons two weeks ago.
You're learning to salsa? (LAUGHS)
You have to live life to the fullest.
None of us live forever, you know?
True.
I could show you some moves.
I'm working, Dad.
Okay, well, then I'll just practice for myself over here.
Just don't distract me.
(BRENNAN LAUGHS)
Any luck finding out who deleted AMI's memory?
Well, I located the function used to delete the files,
now I just have to look at the code signatures
of everyone who works there to figure out who wrote it.
I didn't realize the coders signed their work.
Well, they don't.
Each coder writes using a different style.
See those hashtag marks in white?
They're not part of the program,
they are comments from the coder about how each section works.
See, when Alan comments, he starts at the beginning of a line.
Whereas Kate comments at the end and in all caps.
So, quirks like these are what you are calling a signature.
Right. Now all I have to do is compare all the coders' signatures
to the code used to delete AMI's data and see which one's a match.
And none of them are lining up.
Huh. Okay, there's one more that I can try.
Oh, my God.
Lan was the one who deleted AMI's memory.
Dr. Brennan, something is puzzling me
about this injury on the proximal end of the tibia.
It appears to be a post-mortem tubercle fracture.
BRENNAN: Let me take a look.
You are correct.
But tubercle fractures are not caused by objects striking the bone.
They are created by forceful impact upon landing.
Maybe the body was thrown into the trunk of a car
when it was being transported.
Well, if that were the case, we would have found corresponding injuries.
You're right.
That was stupid of me.
No wonder the NFL hasn't called.
Don't be so hard on yourself, Daisy.
So far, your work here has been perfectly adequate.
"Adequate"?
Yes, had I been grading you, I would have given you a solid B.
But I'm capable of A-plus work, you've seen it.
Yes, but if you want to assume the position of lead forensic anthropologist,
you need to do A-plus work at every moment of the day.
A plus work.
Think, Daisy, think.
How would a guy get a jumping fracture when he is already dead?
I've got it.
Maybe the body was hoisted up into something.
That makes sense.
For the tubercle fracture as well as the shoulder dislocation.
- A-plus work. - Thank you.
Now we just have to figure out
what kind of sicko would hang someone after he's already dead.
Dr. Hodgins?
Wow. Or should I say Peter Pan?
Looks like you made major progress on your map.
Yeah, I wish. Every time I think I figured out this pattern,
I end up going around in circles, literally.
The killer certainly didn't make it easy for us.
Yeah, really.
You mind grabbing that there for me, Tinker Bell?
What? It's the swab results from the shoulder tissue you gave me.
Huh.
This should narrow down where lan's body was hoisted.
The tissue was covered in gray catbird dander and sycamore sap.
Oh, wow.
You made that catbird nest really fast.
That's not a nest.
Man.
Give me that. Okay.
Lan's body was dumped in an oak tree grove right here.
So, how did it end up covered in sycamore sap
if the only sycamore trees are nearly a mile away?
That's strange.
If I'm ever gonna figure this out, I need to go back to those woods.
ANGELA: So, I was finally able to download AMI's neural network,
and it looks like this audio file
is the last thing AMI recorded before her memory was wiped clean.
GOLDBERG: I look forward to meeting you, too.
No, let's keep it between us for now.
4:00. 3300 Industrial Drive, east Roanoke.
Well, that's definitely lan's voice.
She must have recorded him talking on the phone.
ANGELA: And that address links to a company called Patriot Industries.
And it's located about a half mile from where lan's body was found.
Look, Ian Goldberg doesn't go off the grid to a place like this without reason.
Who knows what he might have been doing here?
Company like Patriot Industries has handled all sorts of shady stuff.
Yeah, well, I mean, dealing weapons, that's how you make the big bucks.
So, you think that Matthew Coburn was right?
I mean, Ian was selling his Al to a weapons manufacturer.
It makes sense that he'd go behind Kate's back.
Aubrey, hold up. Take a look at this.
Wow. Okay.
Not what I was expecting.
Yeah, it's a good way of saying it or putting it.
Not that I would put... You know...
Hey, perverts.
Wanna keep your greasy mitts off my dolls?
ESPOSITO: Look, I didn't do nothing wrong.
Manufacturing sex dolls is not a crime.
Mr. Esposito, we don't have any problems with your business.
Well, that's not entirely true, but it's...
We're here because you met with Ian Goldberg last Friday.
What are you trying to say?
Guy like me can't hang out with a smart guy like that?
Lan was murdered. This warehouse is the last known place he went.
Lan is dead?
I took a look at your old military records.
Well, it turns out that you were dishonorably discharged,
for, what did they call it, "excessive use of force."
So, I had anger issues back then. It's ancient history.
I think that Ian had the Al you wanted for your sex dolls,
but he wouldn't give it to you, so you decided to convince him using force,
you wound up beating him to death.
Now why the hell would I do that?
Lan and I were going into business together.
We were about to make millions.
What, selling robotic sex dolls?
Sexbots are the future, my friend.
Right now, I'm selling dolls that look and feel
just like real women for 6 grand a pop.
Now can you imagine how much Ian and I would have raked in selling dolls
that talk like real women, too?
I mean, not real women, but the way you wish women would talk.
But the deal never gets made and Ian ends up dead.
He was alive when he left our meeting.
Said he had to talk it over with his business partner.
Any idea where he was headed when he left?
Just said he was tied up all weekend. Now look, we're done here.
I got business to deal with.
But, hey.
Just to prove there's no hard feelings,
I'll let you test drive a couple of floor models in exchange for
spreading the word about my dolls in the FBI.
No. Aubrey?
- I'm good. - We're good.
DAISY: I still think Kate Dalton had something to do with it.
The woman dedicated herself to making robots for autistic children,
she couldn't have been too happy to learn that Ian was gonna put their Al in sex dolls.
Well, maybe so. But, Daisy, I mean, come on.
Her alibi was rock solid.
Not to mention the fact that Ian owned a 55% stake in their company,
so he didn't need Kate's permission to sell.
What could lan's killer possibly have accomplished
by hauling his body all the way out here?
Dr. Hodgins, I've been thinking about what you said.
About accepting things in life when they don't go your way.
And even if the NFL doesn't hire me, I love being at the Jeffersonian.
And working with all of you.
Same here, Daisy.
Except for when you shot me.
God, will you ever let that go? It was an accident.
Daisy, look.
Sycamore tree, that's a catbird nest.
There's a length of frayed rope over here with blood all over it.
This is definitely where lan's body was hoisted.
HODGINS: I got something, too.
This is also where he was murdered.
This portable speaker is made from the same plastic resin
and magnesium alloy found in the blunt force trauma to lan's skull.
But if Ian was killed here, why dump his body nearly a mile away?
(SIGHS)
Come on, Bones, please tell me you got some prints off that portable speaker?
We did not. However, I did just discover kerf marks
that had been obscured by predation.
They're on the C3 and C4 vertebrae, each approximately 0.4 centimeters in size.
Are you saying that our victim was stabbed in the neck with a really small knife?
Knife wounds to those vertebrae
typically suggest an attempt at decapitation.
Yeah, but who does that with a small blade like that? Come on.
Wait a sec.
We're dealing with highly intelligent computer scientists.
It's possible they went to great lengths to obscure the evidence.
What if it's the opposite, okay?
What if we're not dealing with a genius,
but a knucklehead stoner who already told us he has a pocketknife?
So, we ran a drug screen on lan's blood, came up positive for LSD.
You two were tripping on acid together the night that he died.
Whatever, man. Lan and I did that sometimes.
Said it helped him think outside the box. Doesn't mean I killed him.
Well, we found sodium nitrate in the knife wounds in lan's neck.
What does that mean?
It's a preservative used in sausages and other smoked meats.
(SCOFFS) See, man, the package said it was all natural.
Oh, crap.
Look, man, I didn't mean to do that, you know?
I just got so mad about that stupid gift.
- What gift? - The portable Bluetooth speaker, man.
So, let me get this straight, you killed Ian over a bad present?
Look, I thought I was getting millions. At least I deserved to be.
Who do you think came up with the idea to put Al into sex dolls?
- That was me. - Yeah.
That's pure creative genius.
So, when Ian said he made a deal and wanted to go to the woods to celebrate,
I assumed I was getting a piece of that action.
All he gave me was a lousy portable Bluetooth speaker.
So, I hit him in the head with it.
You must have been tripping pretty hard to try to cut off his head
with a pocketknife and then hide his body up a tree.
I took two tabs. I wasn't thinking straight.
But you're gonna have a lot of time to think now,
'cause you're going to prison for a long time.
Booth, the sodium nitrate in lan's neck wounds
did not conclusively prove that Randy's the killer.
Yeah, but I knew he'd buy it.
I mean, come on, see, Bones,
that's the difference between robots and people.
Robots, they can't use their gut to feel out a situation.
Well, with technology advancing as quickly as it is,
it's only a matter of time before artificially intelligent...
(EXCLAIMS)
Look, you wanna spend your whole birthday arguing about robots or...
I'll tell you what, you wanna actually open up your gift.
No, Booth, I specifically told you no presents.
- You'll love it. - We'll see.
It's a letter approving a court date for Zack's appeal.
I know it's a couple of months away, but at least it's on the books.
The judge says that her reason for approving the appeal
is "to consider new osteological evidence."
- I have no evidence of the sort. - I know you don't.
But, you know, I have faith you're gonna find it.
Booth, I can't embark on my research with the presumption of Zack's innocence.
I have faith in you.
But your belief in me does make me very happy.
Glad you liked your gift.
- HODGINS: Good to see you. - AUBREY: So, how was your day?
HODGINS: I'm wondering what's in the box.
ANGELA: Am I the only one who is nervous?
DAISY: About what's in the box?
I think she means about Dr. Brennan.
Yeah, she claims that she was cool with me winning the MacArthur fellowship,
but she can be a bit competitive.
Yeah, but come on, don't most people freak out when they turn 40?
Well, my daughter isn't like most people.
Grandpa, they're here.
Are we, like, supposed to hide or something?
Don't look at me.
- Surprise! - Hey!
Hi!
Thank you all for coming to my party.
And for your ardent curiosity,
which made keeping the surprise all the more enjoyable.
Okay, Bones, hurry up. Let's open the box, okay?
Yeah. Booth, Aubrey, would you do the honors?
- Yeah, yeah. - Absolutely.
(ALL CHEERING)
Hey, hey!
Look at that, huh?
Wait a minute, does that cake mean that I got the job?
Congratulations, Dr. Wick.
Though, I did not ask for your cake to be decorated in this manner.
Most people aren't thinking forensics when they're talking about the NFL, Bones.
Sorry, why is there a cake for me?
I thought we were here to celebrate your birthday.
That's the surprise!
This party is not only for me,
it's a celebration of all of my friends and family.
Hold on a second. So, you knew Daisy had the job the entire time?
Of course, I'm the one who recommended her.
And I also nominated Angela for the MacArthur grant.
- You did? - Yes.
But you made such a big deal about me not being a genius.
Well, I did do a rather remarkable acting job, didn't I?
Yeah, well, you certainly had me fooled.
Tell you, Bones, keeping secrets is not one of your strong suits, so, good job.
That's one of the many benefits of growing older.
We grow wiser in the process.
- I'm really gonna miss you, Dr. Brennan. - (LAUGHING)
- I'm gonna miss all of you. - Champagne...
You are a highly skilled scientist, Daisy, you deserve all the success in the world.
BOOTH: Well, time to blow out the candles.
Grandpa, you dropped this.
Oh.
Oh, thank you. It's nothing.
Okay, we're lit up and ready to roll.
ALL: (SINGING) Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
BRENNAN: Am I allowed to sing?
- Happy birthday, Dr. Brennan - Happy birthday, Dear Brennan
Happy birthday to you
BOOTH: Okay. Make a wish, make a wish, make a wish.
(CHEERING)
(CLOSING THEME MUSIC PLAYING)