(Open: FBI Agents are in an alley digging through garbage. Cam and Booth are already there. Everyone is grossed out by the smell – Cam picks up a rat.)
BOOTH: (waving his hand to keep the smell away and then covers his nose) Holy mother of God. Oh Geez.
(Brennan and Hodgins arrive)
BRENNAN: Booth! What do we have here?
HODGINS: Bet I know. That’s – (he sniffs the air) lasagna, (sniffs) fishy rotten cat food and (sniffs) vulcanized rubber.
CAM: Excellent olfactory talent, Hodgins.
BRENNAN: What happened?
BOOTH: Well, it’s obvious, isn’t it? A guy tried to beat the yellow light, he got T-Boned by tractor trailer.
BRENNAN: Well, what was the semi carrying?
BOOTH: Aquarium sand, but that’s not –
BRENNAN: No natural gas or propane? No explosion? No fire?
HODGINS: No corrosive chemicals.
BRENNAN: What – do you need me for?
CAM: You might want to prepare yourself. (she looks at Brennan) – or not.
BOOTH: Oh man. Okay, how bad does, uh, garbage gotta stink to cover the smell of a dead body.
CAM: I think the victim was a minor.
BOOTH: (to Brennan) ‘Kay, well if you agree this falls under FBI jurisdiction.
(Brennan and Hodgins kneel down next to the body. Brennan starts to examine the skull)
BRENNAN: It’s a male. Yes, an adolescent.
HODGINS: Flatworms. Necrophagous flies and beetles. Yeah, he’s been garbage for about three weeks. I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.
BRENNAN: The fractures to the cranium, sphenoid and occipital regions. Necks broken and the femur is shattered.
BOOTH: From the garbage truck flipping over?
BRENNAN: No. This damage is more congruent with a fall.
(Brennan notices that the victim is clutching something in his hand.)
BOOTH: What do ya got?
HODGINS: It’s organic. (he hands Brennan tweezers)
BRENNAN:
(pulling it out of the grasp) Whatever it is, he brought it with him from the crime scene.
(She places it in a manila envelope)
CAM: How much of this are ya gonna need?
HODGINS: The whole, disgusting, shebang.
(Booth pulls up a piece of trash)
BOOTH: Everything?
BRENNAN: Everything.
(Booth throws the piece of garbage towards the camera)
(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab – Forensics Platform. Cam, Brennan and Zack are examining the remains.)
ZACK: He was wrapped in a shroud?
BRENNAN: Angela’s analyzing the stains on the cloth while Hodgins figures out what they’re made of.
CAM: No finger pads left for prints. (to Zack) How are we on dental records?
ZACK: FBI’s on it.
CAM: Multiple shards of leaded glass embedded in the remaining tissue. Massive contusions congruent with a swan dive onto a hard surface.
BRENNAN: And take a look at the upper spine.
ZACK: Weighted impact against the, uh, scapula and clavicle.
CAM: He was struck?
BRENNAN: Yes. But not hard enough to kill.
(Booth enters platform.)
BOOTH: Private garbage hauler. They aren’t real strict about their routes. Driver says he can’t be sure where he picked the victim up.
CAM: No visible tats or track marks.
BRENNAN: You sound surprised.
BOOTH: Well, it’s pretty obvious, Bones. It’s either a junkie or a hustler.
BRENNAN: Why make the assumption?
CAM: Not many kids from the suburbs end up rotting in garbage trucks. Fun factoid from the front lines.
(Angela enters the platform.)
ANGELA: Hey guys. Wanna see something cool?
(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab – Angelator Room. Booth, Brennan, Cam, Zack & Angela are standing around the Angelator.)
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