"Flip to kill." "That guy's gone." "All you got left is some pink mist hanging in the morning air." "Yeah, you still got it." "So do you." "You bastard." "You're testing me." "I need some help." "You're still active." "I appreciate that, Jake, but I'm done killing people." "Don't worry." "I don't need an observer." "The FBI is breathing down your neck." " How do you know?" " They called me." "Said that you were off the reservation." "You believe them?" "No." "Not you." "Not the left hand of God." "I just, uh... figured you were working for the CIA and the Feebs didn't like it-- you know, something like that." "Something like that." "You got to trust that I'm still working for the good guys." "Couldn't be any other way." "So what do you need?" "Your rifle, for one thing." "Let me think about it." "To the good guys." "The good guys." "I'm concerned." "We haven't had a case in over a week." "Hey, maybe the world's just become a nicer place." "No, I told the department" "I had to put all my efforts into catching Broadsky." "Oh, you can't treat this like a personal vendetta, Agent Booth." "There are other agents..." "But it is personal, Sweets." "Booth served with Broadsky in the military." "They took the same oath, and now Broadsky's using his considerable skill to assassinate people he arbitrarily deems unfit." "Right, right, right." "So bottom line-- until he's caught, it's all Broadsky all the time." "Got it?" "I have massive news." "Oh, yes." "The Tyrannosaurus rex has arrived." "Aah!" "That is massive news." "Whoa, wait a second." "You guys can just do that?" "You can just order a dinosaur?" "A skeletal replica." "I've been up all night reviewing the literature." "Were you aware that Tyrannosaurus rex had fused furcula?" "Right." "I think my aunt has that." "Mr. Nigel-Murray and I are delivering a paper at an upcoming conference." ""The Comparative Forelimb Osteology" ""and Biomechanics" ""of Theropod versus Homo sapien."" "Apparently, that's very funny." "It's going to bring down the house." "Somebody just spotted Broadsky placing flowers on his girlfriend's grave." "Yeah, Agent Shaw." "He made you." "Yes, sir." "I'm so sorry." "I wanted to work with you so badly, and I totally messed up." "No, no, no, it's all right." "You know, it's my fault." "I should have briefed you not to take his picture, all right?" "It's like he had a sixth sense." "You did a good job." "Was he in a vehicle?" "No, sir." "He took off on foot-- that way." "By the time backup got here, he was gone." "All right, I'll need Metro at the train stations and underground." "Put a BOLO out with his description." "Yes, sir." "Anybody touch those?" "No, sir." "Special Agent Genevieve Shaw." "74920." "I need a BOLO on a Jacob Broadsky-- white male, six-two, 180 pounds." "Take this down:" "240-555-0187." "Call the carrier and put a track on this now." "Hello, Jacob." "You staking out Paula's grave?" "That's pretty cold, Seeley." "That's funny, coming from someone like you." "You feel me looking at you?" "Just being careful-- that's all." "Do the math, Seeley." "I'm doing good work." "You kill people." "No judge, no jury." "Just you making the call." "My conscience is clear." "And since you're trying to stop me, you're playing for the wrong team." "Oh, you threatening me now?" "Self-defense, Seeley." "Sometimes, that means a very aggressive offense." "You forget who you're dealing with, Jacob?" "Not for a moment." "And don't you forget, you never see the bullet that takes you down." "♪ Bones 6x22 ♪ The Hole in the Heart Original Air Date on May 12, 2011" "== sync, corrected by elderman ==" "♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method" "Broadsky knew I'd show up at the cemetery, so... he left me the phone." "Why?" "Well, he wants to keep the lines of communication open." "Well, yeah, I get that, but why?" "Well, he said you crossed the line, right?" "Right." "In his mind, you are two sides of a coin." "I think it's possible that he still hopes that maybe you will stand down and let him do what he calls his "good work" unimpeded." "All right, all right, just pull out the magic Ouija board and, uh, tell me what his next move is." "You know, someone might not know what you know, and that person would be helping him." "That's my best Ouija guess." "Oh." "Early days still, but this is roughly what Dr. Brennan and I propose for our demonstration at the conference." "You're going to go dressed like a dinosaur?" "N-No, these are very accurate representations of T rex bones." "Dr. Brennan will introduce the topic in the abstract." ""The Comparative Forelimb Osteology and Biomechanics of Theropod versus Homo sapien."" "It's a fight between Tyrannosaurus rex and humans?" "The T rex's arms were very short relative to the overall body size, allowing us to postulate an arm wrestling competition." "Arm wrestling-- oh, boy." "Oh, it's going to be an annihilation." "On paper only." "I will be charting the biomechanical analysis." "W-W-W-W-W-W-Wait, after all this buildup, you and Dr. Brennan are going to just pop a few equations on a blackboard?" "PowerPoint, but essentially, yes." "No, no, that won't do." "I got a much better idea." "Oh, Agent Booth, look." "Oh, God, don't explain, please don't, don't explain." "We really need to get back to solving murders." "So Broadsky's call was too short for your guys to trace, but the network did register his unique Mobile Equipment Identifier." "It's automatically transmitted by your cell phone every time you make a call." "What will that give me?" "It'll tell us which cell tower is transmitting his call." "Well, how many cell towers are there in the United States of America?" "Well, there's between 175 and 200,000, but maybe only a couple hundred in D.C." "When he makes a call, the nearest cell phone tower will track it like this." "Oh." "It'll geo-tag the cell tower and text your phone." "Just punch on the app that I'm gonna send you and you'll have it in, like, four or five seconds." "You're gonna send me that app now?" "Yeah." "Great." "This will help." "Oh, right, it helps, thanks, I appreciate it." "Uh, how are you feeling?" "Oh, boy, like an overstuffed turkey shoved into the overhead bin of an overcrowded flight." "How about you?" "Me?" "Like I'm chasing a ghost." "Yeah, just make sure it's not your own." "I'm sorry?" "I-I just meant "Be careful."" "I will." "So you're sure about this," "Shaw?" "Yes." "I went through the financials of all Broadsky's known associates." "All by yourself?" "I'm trying to make up for letting him make me at the cemetery." "I know you don't hold it against me, but I hold it against me, if you know what I mean, sir." "Okay, so what'd you get?" "Uh, his name is Matthew Leishenger." "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know him-- young guy, spotter." "This is his checking account." "Leishenger made a big withdrawal about 48 hours ago-- couple grand." "Cash?" "Yeah." "Largest withdrawal he's made in two years." "Okay, and you're sure the address is current?" "According to the DMV, IRS, and three marginally legal Internet sites." "Good enough." "Thank you for letting me come along, sir." "Well, we got to pick up one other person, too." "No offense." "Hmm?" "Maybe you should stay behind me." "Oh, of course, I don't measure my manhood the same way you do." "That came out wrong." "Why did we bring the civilian?" "He's the one who sent us in this direction." "Plus, he'll be able to tell us if Leishenger is lying." "How?" "Well, visual assessing cues provide an excellent method of detecting neurolinguistic anomalies, which..." "Can we pick this up when we're sure we're not going to be shot at?" "Of course." "Leishenger's cabin is towards the ridgeline." "The ridgeline with the crows?" "Yeah." "Oh, God, I hate when this happens." "That's Leishenger, isn't it?" "Yeah." "Got a hard case here for a Barrett sniper rifle." "Broadsky took the rifle?" "Yeah, thing is, if he was going to go anywhere, he definitely would have taken the case with him, so let's just all get very low, all right?" "I hate this." "I wish he'd shot us before we got this far." "I'm saying everything wrong." "Agent Booth, there's a camera on us." "He knows exactly where we are." "Okay, everybody just stay put." "Make a call in to HRT." "For how long?" "This is Agent Shaw requesting HRT backup." "Possible military sniper in the environs, armed with a .338-caliber" "Barrett snipe..." "I estimate Leishenger's been dead for about five days." "I can see multiple fractures, so I'll catalog those for Dr. Brennan." "But cause of death looks like" "Broadsky stabbed him under the chin." "We haven't yet established that Broadsky was the murderer." "Okay, hold that thought, but whoever the killer was, he didn't take any cash from the victim's wallet, and crime scene techs found glove smears on it." "Did you know that chicken skin gloves were the height of fashion in the 17th century?" "It's not pertinent." "So the murderer went through the wallet but didn't take any of the cash?" "Right." "So what was he looking for?" "That is a good question." "Vincent, um, hey, uh, life and death." "I'm going to have him back in three minutes." "Okay." "Now... give it... a try." "Ah!" "It works." "Now, if your math is correct, you are now as strong as a T rex." "These components will exert the appropriate degree of force, both resistive and motive." "Yeah, that's what I said." "Are you ready to represent the human race?" "Always." "Okay." "Ready?" "Life or death, huh?" "Dr. Saroyan, you are about to witness the first confrontation between man and dinosaur." "I'm the man." "Thanks for the hint." "Okay." "Three, two, one, go." "Whoa!" "Oh!" "Ooh, okay, careful." "If you break Hodgins, you'll be responsible for raising his unborn child." "Oh, come on, don't torture me, just finish this." "No, no, I-I can't." "It's, it's the scapular joint." "It will not rotate beyond 40 degrees." "Wait, you can't finish the deal?" "Oh... the pain, the agony!" "Yes, that is one for humanity and zero for the tyrant lizard." "Dr. Brennan is going to love this." "We're gonna be the toast of the conference." "Come on." "Okay." "Go, humanity." "Broadsky had his hands all over this." "Find out where he is and/or what he took." "Feel that." "Go ahead." "Ow, no, no, n-n-n-n-no." "Every one of Broadsky's kills was to fulfill a mission." "He finds a bad guy who deserves to die and then gets someone to pay him for it." "Matt Leishenger" " I mean, he was a good guy, former military, all-around Boy Scout." "How does Broadsky live with that?" "Leishenger must have defied him." "Say he, uh, refused to lend him his rifle." "That would have immediately put him on the wrong side." "With me." "Exactly-- I mean, Broadsky wants you gone the same way you want him gone." "He wants to kill, I don't." "But you know what?" "I'll do what I have to do." "I hope so, 'cause with you gone, you know, we're next." "What?" "Well, anybody on your team is against his team, so..." "I should have shot him in the back when I had the chance." "Professionally, I disagree." "Personally, not so much." "Two simple non-displaced fractures of the seventh rib." "The average Homo sapien isn't even a tenth the size of a T rex, and yet we are still able to defeat it on the field of battle." "I mean, granted, arm wrestling is a very narrow field, but it is a field nonetheless." "I'd like to focus on the case, Mr. Nigel-Murray." "Apologies." "Left foot-- crushing fractures to the metatarsals and intermediate cuneiform." "Hairline fracture to the C2 vertebra." "So cracked rib, crushed foot, and a neck fracture." "Assault by more than one person?" "Step over here, Mr. Nigel-Murray." "Okay, you are Mr. Leishenger, and I'll be his attacker." "Okay." "Broadsky is an expert in close-quarter combat." "I assume that I will be dead very soon, then." "I elbow you in the ribs." "Oh!" "I stomp on your foot, and an elbow to the top of the spine." "Oh!" "Yeah, no, that will account for all the injuries." "Are you positive?" "'Cause I wouldn't mind seeing this one more time." "All of this is followed by the coup de grâce-- a knife thrust beneath the chin." "All right, I'm dead, I'm dead, just take it on faith." "What does all this mean?" "Well, Leishenger was beaten and stabbed." "No, I get that, but how is that gonna lead me to Broadsky?" "It doesn't." "Well, he's out there right now with Leishenger's weapon." "♪ Memory comes when memory's old ♪" "♪ I am never the first to know ♪" "♪ Following the stream up north ♪" "♪ Where do people like us float?" "♪" "♪ There is room in my lap ♪" "♪ For bruises, asses, hand claps ♪" "♪ I will never disappear ♪" "♪ For forever I'll be here ♪" "♪ Whispering ♪" "♪ Morning, keep the streets ♪" "♪ Empty... ♪" "♪ For me ♪" "♪ Morning, keep the streets ♪" "♪ Empty... ♪" "♪ For me ♪" "♪ I'm laying down, eating snow ♪" "♪ My fur is hot, my tongue is cold ♪" "♪ On a bed of spiderweb ♪" "♪ I think of how to change myself ♪" "♪ A lot of hope in a one-man tent ♪" "♪ There's no room for innocence. ♪" "There appears to be some sort of faint bruising over the mastoid process." "Huh, multiple bruises." "Guys, it's Broadsky." "Here." "Oh, w-what do I do?" "Don't answer it till the fifth ring." "Give me time to get Angela's trace." "And, and then what do I do?" "Try to sound like Booth." "Are you all right?" "Yeah, we're all right." "Booth." "Oh, God." "We need an ambulance!" "Someone's been shot!" "Hurry!" "Look," "Vincent, can you hear me?" "Vincent, you have to stay conscious, okay?" "Some help is on the way." "Listen, Vincent, I got to apply pressure on this wound." "I know it hurts, but I have to apply the pressure." "Doesn't-- it doesn't hurt." "Tha-That's good, right, Booth?" "Yeah, it's good." "Pl-Ple-Please don't make, don't make me leave." "No, you don't have to leave." "I, I lo" " I love being here." "Don't-- just don't make me leave." "We love you here, we don't want you to leave." "Open your eyes," "Vincent, stay with me!" "I... ple-please don't-- just don't make me go." "I-I-I don't want to go." "I love-- it's been lovely being here with, with you." "No, you can stay here with us as long as you like, Vincent." "You're my favorite-- everyone knows that." "Right, Booth?" "You have to keep the pressure on." "No, I don't, Bones." "You did what you could." "You were very brave." "I witnessed everything." "You did everything that you could." "I can't believe he's dead." "Well, the bullet nearly severed his aorta." "It's amazing he lasted as long as he did." "I think Angela means she's struggling with the concept that we'll never see Vincent again." "Can we just be sad for a minute without...?" "He was the sweetest guy..." "with all his facts." "And his confessions." "I mean, really, if those were the worst things he ever did..." "So..." "Broadsky got away." "He was on a construction crane when he took the shot." "We recovered the bullet casing." "It was an amazing shot." "How did Broadsky see into the lab?" "Thermal imaging." "He aimed for the guy who picked up the phone." "He meant to kill you." "I'm the one who gave Vincent the phone." "I told him to pick it up." "You didn't know." "I mean, there's no use..." "I don't blame myself for this, Sweets." "I blame the guy who pulled the trigger." "Okay." "You still have blood on your hands." "Booth, she, she means literally." "What do we do now?" "We work to catch the murderer." "I'm as tough as anybody in this world, but I refuse to perform the autopsy on Mr. Nigel-Murray." "Why would we?" "I mean, we know what killed him." "Guys, just listen to me for a second here." "All right, I've been through this." "Lost a lot of friends in war." "So why don't we all just take, you know, a little time and, and then tomorrow, like Bones says, we'll get the son of a bitch." "You're staying at my apartment tonight." "All right." "Keep the blinds closed, okay?" "I understand." "You know what?" "Just stay away from the windows, just to be safe." "Safe." "Yes." "All right, listen, Bones." "Let me sleep on the couch, all right?" "You... you can have the bed." "No." "No." "I-I'm..." "I'm smaller." "I-I can fit on the couch." "Plus, you have to kill Broadsky." "You need your sleep." "That's... very logical." "Thank you." "Yes." "Oh, uh, this sweatshirt going to be okay?" "Yes." "I'll be fine." "Thank you." "All right, let..." "let me help you with the..." "No, I can..." "I can make the bed." "Thanks, Booth." "Right." "All right." "Good night, Bones." "Good night, Booth." "Oh." "What?" "Sorry." "Sorry." "I-I..." "I didn't mean to wake you up." "Oh, no." "That's okay, babe." "I wish you'd gone home." "Yeah." "Well, I wish you'd gone home." "Yeah." "I know you..." "you really liked Vincent." "When we found out that our baby has a 25% chance of being born blind," "Vincent, he gave me this list of other things that have a one in four chance." "He thought statistics could make us feel better." "Yeah." "Well, what did you find?" "Okay." "All right, so... the only thing that appears to be missing from Matt Leishenger's wallet-- it went here, in this slot." "A credit card?" "Well, but the FBI checked and both his credit cards are accounted for." "But whatever did go there-- right?" " left behind traces of gold." "Gold?" "I know, right?" "Hmm." "Well, you'll find what it was." "Bet on it, baby." "You bet on it, too, baby." "Poor Vincent." "Yeah." "I know." "Oh." "I'm sorry." "No, I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "Did you..." "did you hear something?" "No." "No." "Want me to put the gun away?" "Yes." "Okay." "What's wrong?" "He kept saying, "Don't make me go."" "What?" "Vincent." "He was looking at me, and he was saying, "Don't make me leave."" "He said that he that he loved being there." "Why would he think that I'm the one making him leave?" "What kind of person am I?" "No." "Come here." "No, no, no, no, no, Bones." "You got that all wrong, all right?" "You got it all wrong." "No, I..." "I heard him." "You did, too." ""Don't make me leave."" "That's what he said." "He wasn't talking to you." "I was the only one there." "And you." "He wasn't... he wasn't talking to you." "He was talking to God." "He didn't want to die." "No, Vincent was like me, Booth." "He was an atheist." "Okay." "Then he was talking to the universe, then." "He didn't want to go." "He wasn't ready, Bones." "He wanted to stay." "Well, if there was a God, then he would have let Vincent stay here with us." "That's not how it works." "Can you just...?" "Yeah." "That's why I'm here." "I'm right here." "I know." "It's hard." "How are you doing?" "Vincent's file." "I had to call his mom in England." "I'm sorry." "Yeah, when she saw the Jeffersonian caller I.D., she thought it was Vincent calling." "Oh, my God." "So I... had to tell her he was dead and, uh, told her how much he meant to us." "And then I just..." "listened to her sob." "I don't..." "I don't..." "I don't know how you did that." "Well, I, uh, promised her that we'd arrange to have him sent home when his body's released." "And there'll..." "there'll be a funeral." "He was such a sweet little weirdo, wasn't he?" "Yeah." "Hey." "Hi." "Look at this." "In the slot where I found traces of gold," "I also found under black light..." "What is that?" "It's the impression from an access card." "Look-look, it's the... it's the rectangular impression from the hole where the lanyard or the clip goes." "Yeah, that explains the gold." "A lot of smart cards have gold contact plates." "So it wasn't just Leishenger's rifle Broadsky wanted." "It was his access card?" "Yeah, but to what?" "Well, we'll let the FBI answer that one." "Yeah." "Matt Leishenger's boss is in the interrogation room." "All right." "Hylton Trucking, right?" "Yes, sir." "The kid who was killed in the lab-- was he a friend of yours?" "Yes, he was." "I'm sorry for your loss." "Well, you know what?" "Don't be sorry." "Just help me get revenge." "We don't use access cards." "Our trucks go out, come back in empty." "It's not a big company." "We all know each other." "Matt Leishenger was one of your employees?" "Yes." "In our security department." "He was running checks on drivers, investigating if a load was ever light-- that sort of thing." "You think Matt was a crook?" "Well, someone tried to take his access card and he died giving it up, so I don't think he was a bad guy." "Okay, I hit a nerve there." "I apologize." "Tell me what I can do to help." "Can you think of any reason why he was carrying an access card?" "The port." "Everybody needs an access card at the port." "It's international." "The port in Wilmington." "Have a good one." "Hey." "You've been staring at Leishenger's skull for a really long time." "Are you trying to get that thing to talk to you?" "Are you being metaphoric?" "No, I was just trying to lighten the mood." "Didn't work." "The mastoid process is generally not a target in close-quarter combat." "Perhaps I should examine it microscopically." "You told me that an hour ago." "What is going on?" "Is this about Vincent?" "Yes." "Yeah." "And..." "I got into bed with Booth last night." "Wha...?" "Why aren't you saying anything?" "Because I don't want to yell "hallelujah"" "so close to losing Vincent." "I think I did it because of Vincent." "Wait." "Whoa." "Wh-what exactly happened after you... after you crawled into bed with Booth?" "I got the GC mass spec results back on the bullet that killed Vincent." "Honey, no." "Not right now." "I'm sorry." "I love you, but go tell Cam." "Go-- away." "Away!" "I got the GC mass spec results back on the bullet that killed Vincent." "You going to holler at me to go away?" "No." "Have you told Dr. Brennan?" "Let's just say I tried and I got shouted at to go away." "Well, Vincent's death's..." "it's put us all on edge." "But you look like you're out of breath, so you must have found something pretty good." "Right." "Okay, so, uh, most of the trace burnt off when the gun was fired, right?" "But I managed to identify what was left in the primer pocket of the casing we recovered." "And what does this tell us?" "Well, I think it tells us something about the bullet, since Broadsky built the bullet." "Now, ethanol, sodium citrate, glycerin and e-polylysine, which is a biofungicide used to decontaminate fruits and vegetables." "But also sodium chloride with traces of borate, strontium and magnesium." "And you know what that means." "Of course, but remind me anyway." "Sea salt." "This bullet was made near the ocean." "Someplace where they decontaminate produce." "That's very good." "It is, isn't it?" "See, that's what I thought, and that's why I didn't understand why, when I tried..." "Don't you think Booth will want to hear this information right away?" "Right." "Right." "Yeah, I know the guy." "Yeah, when was the last time you saw him?" "About an hour ago." "Okay, was he coming or going?" "He was coming onto the yard." "Why?" "Did he leave?" "No." "Think he's part of the crew on some ship." "Now, you gonna tell me what's going on?" "No, I'm gonna tell you to shut this place down now." "Oh, you got the authority to do that?" "'Cause I sure as hell don't." "I want you to get him to call his boss and then his boss." "Whatever it takes to shut this facility down." "Yes, sir." "But what are you gonna do?" "Then I want you to call HRT and have them report everything to you." "Yes, sir." "Booth." "Broadsky made his bullet at a location near the ocean where produce is disinfected." "Okay, hold on." "This guy here-- did he ever crew a ship that carried fruits and vegetables?" "Yeah, the Persephone." "That's the ship he works on." "Where can I find that?" "Right down there." "Far south side, pier eight." "You can't miss it." "Okay." "Uh, thanks, Hodgins." "Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa." "Don't you want any details?" "Hey, look, I found sodium citrate, glycerin, e-polylysine..." "You hung up, didn't you?" "Booth?" "Yeah, okay." "Whoa." "Okay, when the cavalry gets here, you tell them that I'm heading towards the Persephone, armed and dangerous." "Get on with HRT." "Whoa!" "Sorry, man." "♪ ♪" "Booth?" "He's there, but he's not answering." "Maybe he can't." "Okay, single click yes, double click no." "Is this Booth?" "Are you in danger?" "Are you after Broadsky?" "I have information for him." "Hold on." "Booth, the two bruises on the mastoid process were inflicted by two knuckles on Broadsky's right fist." "Do you understand what that means?" "Dr. Brennan, listen." "If-If he is playing dueling snipers with Broadsky, you got to get to the point real fast." "Okay, he struck the mastoid, which is nearly 44 millimeters thick." "Ah, yes, yes." "Broadsky's right hand is broken." "You may have just saved my life." "Damn it." "Broadsky!" "You missed!" "Happens to the best of us." "Not to you." "Not to me." "You want to give up?" "You want to give up?" "You know that's not my thing." "♪ ♪" "Drop your weapon, or I'll blow your head off." "Breaking tradition here." "Snipers go for high ground, Booth." "Your hand's broken;" "you can't adjust." "How could you possibly know that?" "Boy you killed-- the squint-- he was a good kid." "You did wrong there." "Collateral damage in the pursuit of a greater good." "Drop the weapon." "I'm not gonna ask you again." "Booth!" "Shut up, Jake." "Are you really so damn positive you're the good guy in this?" "Yeah." "Positive as you are." "Difference is, I'm right." "Brennan." "Yes, I-I understand." "Thank you." "Booth got Broadsky." "Yes!" "I knew he'd get him." "Yes!" "Okay." "Maybe she's not coming." "No, she'll-she'll be here." "Well, Dr. Brennan has been known to retreat into hyper-rationalism in times of emotional turmoil, which could very well result in..." "Okay, even I want to slap you now." "All right, guys." "Bones said she will come, she will definitely be here." "Oh." "Hey, hey, guys." "Let us handle that, okay?" "Okay, you got it." "Do you..." "do you want to say something?" "What?" "Me?" "I-I barely knew him." "That's true." "Booth only ever called Mr. Nigel-Murray" ""The English Squintern."" "Well, some of us were worried that you wouldn't make it." "I stopped to get this." "Right, because nothing says" ""rest in peace" like a potted plant." "Did I do something wrong?" "No, honey." "You did something exactly right." "You know, Vincent gave me a great piece of advice." "He said, "The busiest shopping hour" ""the entire year is between 3:00 and 4:00 on Christmas Eve."" "So I never shop during that time." "Oh." "He told me that Quebec City in Canada has the same amount of street crime as Disney World." "So, safe place to visit." "Vincent informed me that the crack of a whip was actually the tip breaking the sound barrier." "He told me that the top of the Eiffel Tower is actually six inches shorter in the wintertime." "So it's better to climb it then." "Vincent's favorite song was "Da Lime and Da Coconut."" "Seriously?" "'Cause that's, like-- that's my jam." "♪ Brother bought a coconut, he bought it for a dime ♪" "♪ His sister had another one ♪" "♪ She paid it for a lime ♪" "♪ She put the lime in the coconut and drank them both up ♪" "♪ She put the lime in the coconut ♪" "♪ And drank them both up ♪" "♪ She put the lime in the coconut and drank them both up ♪" "♪ She put the lime in the coconut ♪" "♪ And called the doctor, woke him up ♪" "♪ And said, "Doctor, ain't there nothing I can take?" "♪" "♪ "I said, Doctor, to relieve this bellyache?" "♪" "♪ "I said, Doctor, ain't there nothing I can take?" "♪" "♪ "I said, Doctor, to relieve this bellyache?" "♪" "♪ Now let me get this straight" ♪" "♪ You put the lime in the coconut ♪" "♪ You drink them both up ♪" "♪ You put the lime in the coconut she drank them both up ♪" "♪ She put the lime in the coconut ♪" "♪ She drank them both up ♪" "♪ She put the lime in the coconut ♪" "♪ And drank them both up ♪" "♪ She put the lime in the coconut ♪" "♪ And called the doctor, woke him up ♪" "♪ Said, "Doctor, is there nothing I can take?" "♪" "== sync, corrected by elderman =="