The Don't in the 'Do
A bunch of birds, heads covered in new blue goo (gooey gooey), fly erratically around a congregation that is hoping to build a new church on a garbage dump, then immediately die. One was clutching a piece of skull with an eye still in it.
Apparently, this is the FBI's jurisdiction, so they start flagging the birds and find the decomposing skeleton. Hodgins estimates time of death at around two weeks prior. Brennan notes from the advanced fusion of the sacrum that the victim was male, around 30 years old, and about 185cm tall. Because of course you can get all that information from one highly variable bone. He also has no hair, so you know that'll be important by the second or third act.
Back at the Jeffersonian, Brennan and Vizidi get to work on isolating the scavenger marks from any marks that could lead them to figure out cause of death, Hodgins tries to identify the blue stuff, and Saroyan tests the tongue for drugs. Almost immediately, Angela gets a hit on her facial reconstruction - Santiago Valmont, an in-demand hairstylist who was sleeping with numerous clients in exchange for money to buy drugs. The list of suspects ranges from the women whom Santiago was sleeping with to the people he worked with - namely, the salon owner, a fellow stylist named Kevin, and the shampoo boy, Theo.
After Vizidi and Angela digitally remove all the scavenger marks, Brennan notices micro-incisions on the frontal bone, which she concludes was scalping. Booth and Sweets take a joy ride in the latter's Toyota Product Placement with Entune technolosnooooooze to question the owner of the store outside of which Santiago got a parking ticket before his death. The owner, Purab, absconds with a bag of hair, but Booth tackles him, then he and Sweets fondle crotchless panties. (Srsly.)
Hodgins decides that the bag o' hair needs to be separated, and since no one else works at the Jeffersonian, Saroyan and Vizidi have to do it. He brings them wool carders from the Colonial England diorama because a) he doesn't understand how to treat museum artifacts, and b) he doesn't understand what a wool carder actually does. Brennan meanwhile actually looks at the skeleton and sees fracturing to the L4 and L5 vertebrae; these injuries are never discussed again. The big bag o' hair represents 25 different individuals, all removed postmortem. Santiago's hair isn't in there.
Turns out that Purab was the natural hair supplier for both Kevin and Santiago, whose weaves were legen-waitforit-dary. He got the hair from his uncle, a mortician, before the bodies were cremated. Kevin is looking pretty guilty at this point, since he was dealing drugs to Santiago and had bought two gallons of antifreeze for his car, which appears to be the accelerant that was used to torch the body. But Vizidi finds a superficial incision at the inferior margin on the anterior aspect of the body of the hyoid, 2mm superior to the attachment of the sternohyoid muscle.
Based on the location of the sharp trauma, Brennan has an a-ha moment in the spa with Angela, realizing that Santiago was getting his hair washed when his throat was sliced open. This leads Booth and Brennan to Theo, the only person Santiago trusted with his long, glorious, Fabioesque mane. Theo just wanted his own chair in the salon, but Santiago laughed at him. In a particularly unnecessary twist, Theo has kept Santiago's hair and scalp on a mannequin. Oddly, Brennan does not anthropologize the hell out of this instance of trophy-taking.
In the B plot, Brennan complains that her pre-baby clothes don't fit her. Of course they won't, since she's only 6-8 weeks postpartum and still nursing, but whatever. Booth and Sweets pick out lingerie. Angela convinces her to go to the spa.
And in the C plot, Vizidi gets an article accepted to the fictional Journal of Forensic Anthropology. There is absolutely nothing factual about this plot, as the writers clearly have no idea how academic publishing works and didn't even bother to do a little research or ask one of their forensic consultants for some ideas. But more on that in the...
- It's not clear how an eyeball could have survived dousing with antifreeze, being lit on fire, and thrown into a trash dump with all manner of scavengers running around. Eyeballs are pretty tasty, I imagine.
- Advanced fusion of the sacrum tells you nothing. Not sex, not age, and certainly not stature. There is a significant amount of variability in the timing of fusion of sacral elements; some often don't fuse, and this is normal.
- Unclear why the tongue is protected from contamination, according to Saroyan. It's an opening into the body. The openings are the most contaminated parts of a body, right?
- I've seen half a dozen scalping cases, and they don't look like the micro-incisions that Brennan identifies on the skull. They look like this. Then again, I haven't seen contemporary scalpings. But I do know that the few tiny marks left on the bone wouldn't be sufficient to take the entire scalp plus hair off, in order to be displayed on a mannequin. You'd need to make additional cuts to the temporals and occipital, since the scalp doesn't just peel right off in one big chunk like cheap nail polish.
- The hairline fracturing of L4 and L5 is mentioned and then never dealt with. What caused them?
- And finally, this is NOT how academic publishing works:
- Vizidi gets galley proofs for his Journal of Forensic Anthropology article. (Galley proofs are electronic, not printed.)
- He's not allowed to tell anyone about the article acceptance until the journal comes out. (Articles are published online after peer-review as early view. In some journals, articles are published even before copyediting, or immediately after acceptance. No one is ever surprised by the contents of a published journal volume.)
- Vizidi excitedly shows Hodgins a footnote citing one of his papers. Hodgins is excited. (Most anthro journals don't use footnotes, they use parenthetical references. The footnote to Hodgins is incomplete. And if Hodgins is as much a bad-ass as he claims, another citation to his work wouldn't even make a dent in his h-index.)
- Brennan reveals that she was one of the peer reviewers. (Advisors and other supervisors generally don't review their students' papers unless there's a really good reason to do so. Brennan's reviewing it would be considered a conflict of interest by most journal editors.)
- In the end, Vizidi's paper is not published. (Journals don't retract papers except in the case of data mismanagement or other ethical violations.)
- Instead of Vizidi's paper, the Journal of Forensic Anthropology plans to run a puff piece on Selena Gomez on a fossil hunt. (Peer-reviewed journals don't run "puff" pieces. And even if they did, an article on a fossil hunt is completely inappropriate for a forensic journal. But now my life's goal is to get AJPA to publish pictures of me and The Biebs riding a dinosaur at the Creation Museum.)
- Brennan thinks that Vizidi is too immature to understand what "being published" means. (Anthropology graduate students routinely come out of school with 3 or more publications these days. Vizidi is pretty far behind if this is his first article. Also, "being published" means just that - you've told other people about something you did, and a few people agreed with you that it was neato keen. It's not the end all be all.)
- Oh, right, and Vizidi's awesome article? "New Methodologies for Osteometric Analysis in Human Remains." (Because what we need is another article to tell us how to measure the length of a bone?) His follow-up? The hilariously non-specific, "Advances in Forensic Odontology."
Dialogue and Plot Comments
- "Krishna has been depicted as having blue skin, but he died in 3012 BCE, so decomposition would be a little more advanced." - Brennan's attempt at a joke.
- "See what else you missed in your quest for notoriety." - Brennan, putting Vizidi in his place. (I laughed at this, but only because I could totally imagine my advisor saying it to me...)
- "Tanga. That's a sea port in northern Tanzania." - Brennan, on lingerie. (It worries me that this is exactly the same thing I thought when tanga became popular as a style of underwear.)
- What has Brennan been wearing that she's just now realizing she doesn't have the same body she did before she got pregnant? At least Angela finally told her to just buy some damn clothes and quit whining already.
- The writers are clearly checking off some sort of post-partum list, never to return to the issues again. Episode 1 post-baby - nursing. Check, dealt with that. Episode 2 post-baby - body dysmorphism. Check, dealt with that. I know, I know, it's a procedural. But I had hoped for more, especially since Emily Deschanel is clearly still post-partum in these episodes. It's nice to see an actress with a real post-baby body and not a cover-of-People-in-a-swimsuit-post-baby-crash-diet body.
- Why does Brennan still call the father of her child and domestic partner by his last name? Please make the move to first names, people.
- And finally... screw you, Toyota. I don't want to buy one of your randomly accelerating cars.
Forensic Mystery - D. I hate episodes when the facial reconstruction that we've never seen gets a "hit" in a magical database and IDs the victim. Makes for boring television.
Forensic Solution - D. Really, the sacrum told you age, sex, and stature, Brennan? Why not race? Hair color? Favorite death metal band? I was most interested in Vizidi's program to remove scavenging marks, but it didn't help find cause of death. And I'm not convinced that a teeny nick to the hyoid could be seen, let alone that a cause of death could hang on it.
Drama - D-. There was no drama in this episode. Like, really, none. Did you care about the victim at all? About the killer? About Sweets' car? Booth's cliched confusion about lingerie? Brennan's trumped-up body issues? I didn't think so.
What a fun episode to hate on. Next week: fishing puns!