Bones

Our time capsule was buried in 1987.

The year the DOW closed above 2000 for the first time.

Reagan told Gorbachev to tear down the Berlin Wall.

You had a huge crush on LaToya Jackson.

I did.

You can't complain, Stinson.

You married the head cheerleader.

Lucky I did.

And now we have a wonderful kid who's a senior, right here at Foothill.

Alex, take a bow.

Anyhow, we're here today

to open the time capsule that we buried

20 years ago, so we can see who we were

and how the heck we all got to where we are today.

Found it!

Twenty years... Do you even remember what you put in there?

No. A bad perm and pink leg warmers, probably.

Here we go!

God! That is vile!

Oh, what the hell, Bill?

I thought you said the thing was watertight?

It should've been, and it's Gil, not Bill.

Let's see what we've got here.

What is it?!

Wow! Now this is a sweet field.

This is what I'm talking about.

Right? I mean, it's nothing like ours, but, hey,

that didn't stop me from being MVP my senior year.

Got the trophy, touchdown!

In certain tribes, in the African subcontinent,

piercings serve as a reminder, like your trophy, of the power and agility,

which has since faded away.

What do you mean, fade away?

Time out. Can we just concentrate on the case?

- What do we got here? - We were all gathered for the opening.

We had no idea that that thing was in there.

That is rank.

I was just expecting to see my 10,000 Maniacs album.

That was not there.

- Who are you? - I'm Gil Bates.

I sealed it myself.

I used a propylene seal and industrial bolt lags.

Adolescent, Caucasian male,

late teens, early 20s.

What do you say we just pack it all up and ship it back to the Jeffersonian?

Oh, I'm sorry. That's not a good idea.

You see, the water has compromised the structural integrity of the case, so...

Will you look at this, Bones.

Another nerd for your squint squad.

- Drill. - Drill.

Drill? Wait a second. You're going to drill it right here?

What about taking it all back to Jeffersonian?

Tub.

A 1987 Foothill High School yearbook, of course.

How about th-the ghetto blaster?

Rubik's Cube?

How about this? CD, no needle required.

In 20 years, they'll be able to put hundreds of those on a microchip.

Victim had several ante-mortem fractures to his sternum,

as well as several antemortem fractures to the lateral sections of his ribs.

All healed?

All healed at different times.

I had a Michael Jackson glove.

- I've never mentioned that before. - I loved to Chevy Chase.

We all have our crosses to bear.

The fracture on the right clavicle is fresh.

Well, was, 20 years ago.

Mullet alert!

That's a nasty one.

Booth got a list of all the students who didn't make it to the capsule opening,

and he's pulling the names of anyone connected to the school in 1987

who had a record.

Oh, my God, I'm getting flashbacks to braces and

stirrup pants and a really, really bad side ponytail.

You certainly grew out of it.

I wore Doc Marten's that weighed more than I did.

Apparently Booth was fine.

He was a football player.

Right. He was one ofthoseguys.

Well, this guy certainly wasn't hanging out with the cheerleaders, but

I bet he had some love notes stashed away in his Spaceballs binder.

- I think I saw him in the video. - Roger Dillon.

Class of 1987.

Here he is.

The comet will be around in 76 years.

We'll still be around, don't worry.

How did Roger Dillon get from there...

to here?

Bones 3x7 The Boy In The Timecapsul

I ran a sample of the sludge.

Organic matter.

Or you could call him "Roger."

Oh, come on, when you can ladle someone,

he's a little less than a person, don't you think?

Fine. I took a sample of Roger, ran it through the mass spectrometer.

You'll never guess what I found.

Traces of an unidentified organophosphate.

- Nerve gas? - Very good.

I'll break down the rest of the chemicals now.

The victim also had a peri-mortem fracture in his wrist.

There are indications of a grade-two acromioclavicular joint separation.

- But it was certainly not lethal. - I've seen it before.

Someone twisted the victim's arm behind his back, forcefully.

So, what, he got beat up for his lunch money?

Violent students are the hallmark of a schoolyard.

I speak from experience.

However, these fractures on his ribs might predate high school.

So... he might've had some trouble at home.

I don't understand, Mr. Dillon, why you never reported your son missing.

His mother told me that Roger ran away.

You weren't concerned that your son never contacted you again?

He didn't live with me, he didn't want to.

Because of the physical abuse?

Yeah, I was a drinker in those days.

And I understood why he wanted to just write me off.

But I cared about him. I was sick.

When was the last time you saw Roger?

It was night of his high school graduation.

He came over here, afterwards, asking me for money, a lot.

You threw him out of the house with his arm twisted behind his back.

I swear, he... he got up and he walked away.

Now this was 20 years ago.

What's this all about?

Roger is dead, Mr. Dillon.

His remains were found yesterday.

Oh... God...

Found him at the high school.

He had been in a time capsule for 20 years.

Any idea why he needed the money?

Wouldn't say.

Guess it was so he could run away.

You should talk to Gil.

He was Roger's best friend.

Gil Bates?

Yeah.

That's the Tech Town guy?

They did everything together.

We'll be in touch.

I'm different now.

I'm sober.

I never...

I never wanted to hurt him. I loved Roger.

Right.

The kid basically melted into all of this.

I should be able to pull more chemical traces off the artifacts to I. D.

the organophosphate on him.

Beta... St. Elmo's Fire.

It's on the list.

One yearbook.

Foothill High School, 1987.

Check.

- Dehydrate and scan. - "Have a great summer."

"Don't ever change." Remember those days?

I remember getting grounded every weekend.

So many rules to break, so little time...

You were the nerd fantasy.

I was all about Barbie.

She was my first anatomy lesson. I was confused for years.

What about Ken? I felt so sorry for him.

Floppy disk the size of a dinner plate.

Bingo, baby.

The disk is not on the list.

Wow, what are you?

A term paper? Launch codes?

We need to pull the data. Do you think you're up to it?

I can try.

A hockey skate.

And it looks like it's signed.

Check on the skate.

It belonged to some jock named John Adamson.

A can of New Coke.

Definitely an'80's plot to destabilize the country.

Another check.

And a pocket watch.

The watch is not on the list.

It's a Wallingham, It's nice.

A computer disk and a pocket watch?

What was our little geek into?

It's dry.

This is a good watch.

Some kind of residue.

Could it help I. D. the poison?

Let me at it.

Roger's father had no trouble getting physical.

So why would he resort to poisoning his son with a nerve agent?

What sort of teenager were you, Bones?

He did have a series of odd jobs.

Perhaps he procured the poison from one of them.

Come on, you have to have at least one good story

before you pasted on a lab coat.

I was busy, studying.

And in all those hours of studying, you never came across one hormone?

Fine, there was one boy.

Andy Pfleuger.

He was the varsity lacrosse captain.

Did you...

kiss the varsity lacrosse captain?

I was weighing the pros and cons...

when he became my Secret Santa.

I thought you hated Secret Santa.