Bones! Over here.
- Where have you been? - There's a lot going on here.
They're with me. Dr Temperance Brennan, Angela Montenegro.
- I need ID. - Check the list. Homeland Security.
She's the forensic anthropologist.
- They're clear. - Thanks. Come on.
- God, what's that smell? - Burnt flesh. Are there a lot of injuries?
Four known dead, 15 injured.
Oh, my God.
Details. Whatever you have.
Not much. Middle Eastern man, mid-30s, pulled up to the café and the car just blew.
Registered to Hamid Masruk, head of the Arab-American Friendship League.
- Why do you need me? - We're hoping we're wrong.
Masruk is a White House consultant on Arab relations.
Had lunch with the president last week.
Agent Gibson, Homeland Security. Dr Temperance Brennan, Angela Montenegro.
If Masruk was involved, we have a huge national security problem.
Not to mention a very humiliated president. The press is already running with this.
- If you think I'm gonna alter my findings... - Not at all. Maybe it's not Masruk.
We need to be sure. Booth says you're the best.
I need gloves and masks for the retrieval team, medical bags and vegetable oil.
Vegetable oil?
The oil will loosen the body parts stuck to the metal, like a steak on a grill that sticks.
It's OK. I trust you.
- Should I photograph the scene? - Focus on a 30-meter radius from the blast.
OK to pick up?
- It's OK to be upset. - I wish this is the worst thing I'd seen.
You know, uh... I don't think I can... Sorry.
- Well, if you can't either... - No, I'm cool.
Zack, I need two more evidence bags.
Facial epidermis and the fingertips are decimated.
We can't ID anything from the flesh. It's basically carbon.
We're missing the lower left leg and the lumbar spine.
Here's C2 and the right ischium.
Smokey had access to the president. Why would he attack a café?
- Smokey? - It's how I deal with stress.
Targeting everyday places causes panic. The economy is crippled. It's Terrorism 101.
Take the clothes, see what you can find.
Cologne, laundry detergent - anything we can link to Masruk's home.
- I'll grab particulates to ID the bomb. - Isn't that the FBI's job?
You trust the FBI? They'll suppress whatever they need to cover their asses.
A portion of the clavicle.
- Are you listening? - No.
They have a separate division so their hands are always clean. In 1970...
Jack! We're trying to work.
Someone seems really defensive about the FBI lately.
- Booth is just a government stooge. - This has nothing to do with Booth.
I don't enjoy squints on my team any more than you like me on yours.
But we're supposed to be working together, OK?
Sure. So, what do we do? Group hug?
- Agent Gibson here will oversee things. - I'll try not to be in the way.
- We don't need to be overseen. - It's not your call.
- How soon can we get the DNA match? - That'll take days. I can get a match sooner.
- You're gonna be able to ID him from that? - Asking stuff like that is in the way.
Remove any flesh and particulates and then macerate him - if that's all right with you.
Don't touch the table. Don't touch the table.
- This is my lab. I'm a scientist, a doctor. - So I've heard.
Could you work if someone was looking over your shoulder?
- I've developed a tolerance. - I don't see the advantage of compromise.
It's a terrorist attack. It's bigger than you and me.
- The job is the same. - No, it's not!
We're dealing with someone who devalues a culture,
terrorising people by using God to justify mass murder.
You're making it personal.
It is personal, Bones. All of us die a little bit on one like this.
All the trace evidence has been stripped. Hodgins scavenged as much as he could.
OK. Let's get started.
What the hell are those?
Dermestes maculatus.
Flesh-eating beetles. It's how we clean the bones of burn victims.
Gibson.
- This is the president. - Yes, sir.
- We need this ID. Make this a priority. - Yes, sir.
The president wants to know how long the ID's gonna take.
Why don't you ask them?
You have made a mistake. It can't be my husband.
My brother was no terrorist. He hated those people. Read his speeches.
- We aren't making any accusations. - It's all over the news.
We can't control the press.
How about your men? They've searched our house, talked to our friends.
Until we can identify the body, we have to investigate.
So identify the body.
The longer you wait... Do you know what it's like for us?
His body was fragmented by the blast.
- We're still retrieving pieces...
I understand how difficult this is, not knowing.
I'll work as quickly as I can to get you what you need.
That's why I asked for his history. Where he grew up, any injuries from his youth,
medical records.
Of course.
I brought you what you asked for.
Thank you.
We lived just like you.
We came to this country because we love it. We are Americans.
It can't be Hamid. It can't.
My husband was not a terrorist.
It could be a perchlorate. Would that be used in a bomb?
Yeah, but this is a crystalline structure, aluminum-based.
OK, I'm back. How are we doing?
I have his detergent brand, cologne, shampoo. He died a well-groomed man.
- Thanks. - Dr Brennan...
- The bones done yet? - I'll check the beetles.
Whatever you have there...
It's a piece of paper with some writing on it.
Hard at work?
There's a shocker.
I just saw his wife.
She gave me his medical records, photographs.
Apparently he was ill. They were testing for lupus.
Which would explain the face.
Must've been painful.
Look, I...
I know that you needed help out there at the crime scene, and I wanted to, but...
It's OK.
You see it. I don't any more. I don't know what's worse.
You holding up OK?
His wife doesn't believe it was him. I've gotta give her an ID.
Whatever I can do.
Yeah, I know.
- And about this weekend... - I don't know.
Come on. I know this great club. They play trip hop and trance.
- I don't know what that means. - We'll grab Booth.
- No. - I think he likes you.
If I were you, I'd buy a ticket on that ride.
I'll be busy this weekend. Even after the ID, I have these.
Remains from World War I?
That's what the Institute pays me for. I've got hundreds of these.
And they can't wait one more weekend?
They've got relatives. They've waited long enough.
It's not that scary, Brennan.
You have a few drinks, you move to the music.
You might even smile.
The bones are clean.
I've gotta run. You hang around. I may need you.
Comparing remains to details provided of Hamid Masruk.
Age 37, of Afghani origin.
Texture of pubic symphysis indicates age of bone consistent with Masruk, as is height.
Complexity of cranial vault sutures matches the statistical probability of Eurasian descent.
Too bad we can't tell why he did it. Isn't that what we all want to know?
Uneven growth patterns in the vertebrae indicate malnourishment as a child.
Consistent with the diet where Masruk was from. Probably evident on the calvarium?
Why don't you reconstruct the skull, check it out.
My first cranial reconstruction.
Evidence of multiple fractures to the bottoms of the feet.
Consistent with methods of torture used in Afghanistan and with Masruk's history.
I'm convinced. We have a statistical match.
- So Masruk is the bomber? - Yes.
- What about the skull he's reconstructing? - He wants to learn. Is that OK with you?
For a forensic ID, we have all we need. Now I'd like to get this data to Booth.
- I'll take it. - No, I don't think so.
I work with Booth. That's my deal.
Dr Brennan, I have jurisdiction.
Then why don't I destroy my notes and let you guarantee the identity of the remains?
It's best to just ride it out... like an earthquake.
- Bones. - Yeah.
- Did we have an appointment? - No. I...
It's him. Masruk is the bomber.
I guess the wife didn't know the husband very well.
Hey.
Hi. Sorry.
Tessa, this is Brennan. Tessa Jankow, Dr Temperance Brennan.
Oh, hi.
- I've heard a lot about you. - Really?
- Tessa's an attorney. - Corporate. Keeping the fat cats fat.
I was studying a cranial fissure on a corporate attorney last week. Of course, he was... dead.
- Interesting. - Thanks.
The Bureau. I was just heading there. Santana called, said something about the bombing.
And I thought you were at the lab. Maybe you should come.
- Sure. - See you later?
- What is so funny? - I never figured you'd be in a relationship.
Why? What's wrong with me?
Not wrong. You have alpha-male attributes associated with a solitary existence.
- Me? You're solitary. - We weren't talking about me.
- I was. - I wasn't. Look, I'm happy for you.
Relationships have anthropological meaning. No society can survive if sexual bonds...
- What the hell are you talking about? - Booth? You got that ID?
- Yeah. It was Masruk. - That's too bad.
- He killed four people and injured 15. - The report came back from Ballistics.
The explosives were under the car with a trigger connected to the odometer.
- Masruk was murdered. - So Masruk wasn't a terrorist.
Somebody tried to make him look like one. Any leads on who?
That's why we're paying you, Booth.
We're very sorry, Mrs Masruk.
I told you Hamid was the victim, but you couldn't imagine a peace-loving Arab.
- That's not true. - No?
"We must investigate everything because we believe your husband was a good man."
Is that the truth?
No. They searched your house because Muslim extremists declared war on the US.
Preliminary findings made your husband a suspect...
It's not Bureau policy to target or profile any ethnic group.
It wasn't our intention. We understand why you're offended.
- I can't. - Bones!
What? She's been a part of a criminal investigation.
It's unfortunate her husband's ethnicity is a factor,
but to say it isn't is disingenuous.
- I have to apologise for Dr Brennan. - It's fine. Honesty is always a welcome relief.
So when can I bury him? When can I give him peace?
There are body parts I'm still examining. Others are still seared to...
I'm sure Mrs Masruk doesn't need to know the details.
If I can retrieve more remains of her husband, Muslim law requires that I do.
I spent some time in Iraq identifying bodies.
I'll give you whatever I can so that he can be purified for burial.
Thank you.
Is that all?
One last thing. A few calls were made to his cell phone
from your house minutes before the blast.
Yes. We argued. It was a family matter.
My final words to him were words of anger.
I'm very sorry. It must be very painful.
You look very happy in that picture.
Yes.
Thank you. If there's anything else that you can think of, just give us a call.
I think she's having an affair...
personally.
- She was having an affair. - That's an offensive assumption.
All the signs are there.
You can't make wild accusations based on a feeling.
That photograph is evidence as solid as the markers you pick up looking at bones.
The evidence I find is empirical. Your evidence is conjecture.
She dyed her hair, lost weight, used Botox. She's still feeling guilty over their last fight.
You are an insufferable, arrogant... man!
I thought women wanted us to understand them.
A magician never wants to reveal her tricks.
- This is private. - I'm not here.
You think you know women just because you live with some sexy lawyer?
- You live with a sexy lawyer? - She has her own place.
He thinks because Masruk's wife had a makeover, she was having an affair.
- I'm with him. - There is no concrete proof.
- Boobs perkier? - Mm-hm.
If you're so sure, why didn't you confront her?
If her boyfriend were involved, she'd warn him.
- Very good. - I'm a constant surprise.
All right, great. I will be in the lab getting us some real data.
So, how many nights a week does "sexy" sleep over?
- How is it coming? - The fragments won't piece together.
I'd like to return the remains to the widow before her demise.
I'm doing my best. The integrity of the bone is compromised. Whether it's from the blast...
I examined the chemicals used in the explosives.
They can have a degenerative effect.
Not this quickly. Excuse me.
Unusually soft bone tissue. This has nothing to do with the blast.
I owe you an apology, Zack. Do you have his medicals?
Stiff joints, facial disfigurement.
There's a trabecular pattern his doctors couldn't have seen.
Could be a degenerative disease.
How does his condition figure into the murder?
Now it's a murder. Before, it was terrorism because we didn't have all the facts.
Check for lupus and Paget's.
- Got enough tissue? - I can manage.
He might've been exposed to a toxin, which would mean his brother was, too.
He's exhibiting similar symptoms. I'll get the brother's medicals.
I graduated top of my class, Rhodes scholar,
youngest in the Academy of Physical Sciences,
but she still makes me feel like a cretin.
She apologised to me.
Yes, I am a Christian.
- And Hamid is Muslim. And Sahar? - I converted.
Hamid could never accept it. Religious differences cause too many problems.
It seems to be a consistent fact throughout history.
Please.
I tried to make peace with my brother, but it was difficult.
There was more than religion between us.
- Sahar mentioned some family problems. - Yes.
- I can understand how delicate that can be. - Did she tell you any more than that?
No. But if you have any other information that could help us in the investigation...
It's not my place.
We're just trying to find out who killed your brother.
Sahar was seeing another man. But I can't believe she'd hurt my brother.
Do you know who this other man is, or is it just a feeling you have?
I've met him. Ali Ladjavardi. He worked with Hamid at the Friendship League.
I wanted Hamid to confront Ladjavardi.
- Did you both have contact with Ladjavardi? - Yes, once. A meal.
I brought Hamid to meet him. Sharing a meal is a gesture of peace.
I was trying to save their marriage. But they were not gonna stop their affair.
- So I told Hamid to repudiate her. - Sorry?
In Muslim law it's a method of divorce called talak.
I still respected his traditions.
You and your brother seem to share a medical condition.
Yes. Why is that important?
She's just trying to figure out the condition. It's part of the investigation.
- Have you seen a doctor? - Yes.
He believes it's genetic. He was gonna call Hamid's physician to discuss it.
Would you mind if we saw your medical records?
Of course not. If I could be helped, I welcome it.
Apparently they live together a few days a week.
But he was very clear that she has her own place.
- Should you be intruding into their lives? - Yeah. Absolutely.
Negative for lupus and Paget's. I'll do a scraping for environmental contaminants.
I found these - flecks caught onto the torn edges of bone.
- I still think Brennan has a shot with Booth. - She says she's not interested.
- Methinks the lady doth protest too much. - Maybe she protesteth just enough.
Please. She's been sleeping alone for months.
She has enough pent-up sexual energy to power a small Midwestern city.
This looks like gypsum. It wouldn't cause any organic damage.
It was probably used to insulate the explosives.
I bet the FBI doesn't know that yet.
I'm gonna go check out this girlfriend.
I'm not proud of the affair. I admired Hamid. But Sahar and I are in love. I can't change it.
- You had access to his car. - That's ridiculous.
You also had contact with his brother, who said you weren't friendly with Hamid.
Have you been in the middle of a messy relationship? Or are you a perfect man?
- I'd prefer to ask the questions. - I have the right to an attorney.
Of course. I would never deny anyone his rights.
Mr Ladjavardi?
I'm Agent Santana. We're sorry for the inconvenience. You're free to go.
Thank you.
- You're finished. - He was a prime suspect.
He's a mole for Homeland Security. They planted him in the League.
He admitted the affair.
Homeland Security says he's clean.
- They do not want his cover blown. - But, sir...
Do I look like I'm discussing this?
- Come on. - You want me to drive?
- No. Why? - You're angry.
- I'm not angry. - You're gonna kill somebody.
I'm not angry. Believe me, you do not want to see me angry.
- This is me accepting reality. - OK. My mistake.
My superiors make the decisions. If they don't think them through, that's not my problem.
If I were you, I'd be mad. They're preventing you from doing a proper investigation.
I'm a grown-up. I'll deal.
You know the thing where you ask for the strength to change the things that you can
and the wisdom to know the difference?
- Not really. - Well, it's a good thing.
- Who do you ask? - For what?
- For the strength and the wisdom. - God.
- And it works? - Can we talk about something else?
- Sure. Tessa? - No. Why do you want to talk about Tessa?
Why not? I'm sorry. We won't talk about Tessa.
I prefer if we just talk about things you like to talk about, like dead bodies.
Sure. You killed a lot of people when you were a sniper?
- Maybe we shouldn't talk. - Cos you're angry.
I'm not angry. I'm not.
We'll find out who killed him, Booth. We've got Hamid's body.
You can always count on the dead.
I want the brother's medicals matched to Hamid's.
I'm starting on a tox screen.
The doctor suspected a genetic condition. Are we overlooking something? What's that?
We used the trace elements to rebuild the bomb. It might give you a link.
- Isn't the FBI working on that? - Yes. This is just for fun.
- To see who's better? - Maybe. A little. Yeah.
- Good luck. - # Ta-da.
Nice job.
No wonder you had such trouble. Look at the spread of the trabecular pattern.
- Microscopic fissures, like cracks. - I knew that.
- I don't think so. - Can we focus?
The spread is too rapid for any bone disease or genetic condition. It's definitely a toxin.
- Is there any surviving marrow to test? - I'll try and find some.
Let's do it.
The marrow's degraded. I can give you basics.
- The liver function was impaired. - His body was trying to get rid of the poison.
- There is trouble in paradise. - I beg your pardon?
Tessa does not feel secure in that relationship.
- She's threatened by you. - You talked to her?
Even though she has a phenomenal figure, she was chowing down on a fat-free muffin.
And she was reading a book about unsolved FBI cases. She's obviously feeling insecure.
- She's spying for you? - No! No.
It's difficult to sublimate intense sexual attraction.
- And we hear it's been a while. - OK, stop.
- He is there for the taking, honey. - OK, I couldn't get his medical records.
- What? - Uh, nothing.
- Trying to track down the doctor? - It's a toxin. We can't determine what kind.
Too bad the liver is cooked. That could tell us everything.
I need subtitles in here.
The liver is like a filter. It would contain evidence of any toxins in his system.
But we don't have the liver or any of the flesh left.
But we do have the beetles.
They ate Hamid's flesh and whatever organs remained. And you are what you eat.
- So you can ID the poison from the beetles. - You can't kill them. They have names.
We have to, Zack. Some.
In Thailand, they're sautéed in peanut oil. Mm.
We're gonna have to run a simulation. Input the skull and give me a face.
You got it.
No more talk about Booth. You shouldn't have got involved.
- That's what friends are for. - Please, Angela.
Hey. Where'd you get this?
I'm building it. Theoretical construct of the bomb based on particulates we gathered.
This isn't your job. Bureau's doing this.
Got it! They were poisoned by dioxin, a very pure form.
It'd stay in the system for years and cause the facial cysts and bone degeneration we saw.
Give me the levels. Angela can use it in simulation to give us a date of ingestion.
- How much would it take to poison them? - Just a little in the food.
Like at that lunch with Sahar's lover.
Impressed?
Dioxin levels were 5600 parts per trillion.
Speed of bone degeneration is an 88% increase over baseline osteoporosis.
- Date of death was... - I remember that one. Thanks.
Run the scenario.
- I'll never get used to this. - Yeah? Chicks with toys?
Poor bastard.
Match it to his INS photographs. See how accurate you are.
Good work, Angela.
Probable date of exposure, about four months ago. I'd say first week in June.
Let's go pay a little visit to Mr Ladjavardi.
- I thought you were to stay away from him. - As an FBI agent, I can't disobey my superior.
But you're not an FBI agent.
Hey! Hi. How are you doing?
- What are you doing here? You had orders. - I just have a couple of quick questions.
Look, I'm not involved in this. Sahar won't even talk to me any more.
Yeah. I wonder why.
- I'm calling Santana. - Yeah, I don't think so.
- I'm warning you. - I wouldn't threaten her if I were you.
I just want to know where you were in June, to see if you poisoned Hamid and Farid.
- Subtle. - I'm leaving. That's it.
- Told you. She doesn't like to be touched. - I didn't poison anybody.
- Then tell me where you were in June. - In Utah for training with Homeland Security.
I didn't get to DC until August 12th. Check with the department.
All right. Thanks.
The insulation they used is gypsum-based with plaster and lead mixed with asbestos.
Pyrobar. It's a fireproof tile developed in 1903. It was only used for a few years.
It's from the building the bomb was constructed in.
We find the building and we find the bomber.
How about this? Sahar wants out of the marriage, Hamid refuses.
So Sahar poisons him so she can run off with Ladjavardi.
- It doesn't make sense. - The first suspect is the spouse.
- Hamid's brother, did she poison him too? - He's pushing his nose into the marriage.
Sahar is facing a devout Muslim and a fundamentalist Christian.
Nobody allows divorce. She's pushed to murder.
- That eschews logic. - Come on, Bones. Work with me.
It's what we call "positing a scenario". Don't use the word "eschew".
- What if you and Tessa were to break up? - I don't want to.
I'm positing a scenario. Tessa wants to break up, you don't, so she poisons you.
- No, no. - Then, to make sure, she blows you up.
- Why would Tessa do that? - Exactly. Thank you.
- That's a bad example. - You're a couple in love, right?
Why do you keep bringing up Tessa?
What's the big deal? Is it so odd for you that I have someone in my life?
Talking about couples, it's a natural segue.
You have to quit using the word "segue" and "eschew". They sound French.
You keep changing the subject. You're sensitive about you and Tessa.
- Why don't we talk about your boyfriend? - I don't have one.
You just said that as though it's a good thing. It's a very sad comment on your personal life.
Look, you're angry again.
Brennan.
The bomb insulation was made from Pyrobar, used by a William Allard.
He was known for developing the Woodley Park neighbourhood around 1910.
- The bomb was made in Woodley Park. - That's where Farid lives.
Hold on.
He knew what was poisoning him. Stay in contact with your boys. We'll need 'em.
We're heading into a very unknown situation. I think it's best that you just stay in the car.
OK. Then if you have to come in with me, you stay behind me.
Fine. Just be careful, all right?
OK. Anybody asks, that door was open. Stay right here.
FBI, Farid!
Show yourself.
OK.
Clear.
- OK, give me Hodgins. - Yeah.
Farid was making something here.
- I got melted plastic, bottles of chlorine. - Dioxin. That's how you'd make it.
- Bones! - Yes?
Insulation. Farid definitely made the bomb. He killed his brother.
- Stay with me, Hodgins. - Yeah.
Hamid must've been killed cos he found his brother making dioxin.
That's probably how they got contaminated.
Come on. Mechanic's guide for Hamid's SUV - page on the odometer, dog-eared.
He wasn't a Christian.
- "Deceit in the service of Allah is holy." - The Koran?
No. An imam's twisted interpretation of it so mass murderers don't have to feel guilt.
He's made another bomb. It's out there right now.
I'm convinced.
What's the dispersal rate for a bomb packed with, say, two litres of dioxin?
Homemade device similar to the car bomb? That could be three to 500 meters.
If the victims weren't killed, they'd develop cancer, blindness, lesions...
Today's date is marked. Call Homeland Security to secure the apartment.
A convenience-store owner saw Farid get on a bus and head downtown.
We're not sure what bus. Booth is checking. If you find anything...
These bus schedules are totally confusing.
His date book had "530" circled. Check anything that has to do with "530".
Begins, ends, whatever. I'm not going anywhere.
I still don't understand why Farid would kill his brother.
Both were developing symptoms. People would ask questions.
Farid would be exposed. He had a mission.
How does he think he'll bring about a better world by blowing people up?
- Fanaticism and logic don't go hand in hand. - It's almost 5:30. Come on, Angela!
OK, OK.
Three movies start at six.
There's a lecture at Fuller Hall on birds. I can't imagine that'll be crowded.
And... a peace conference at the Hamilton Cultural Centre.
There'll be speeches by Arab moderates and a congressman. That's the one.
- Peace conference, Hamilton Cultural Centre. - That'll be it.
Gibson, get your boys over to the Hamilton Cultural Centre, but keep them back.
If we spook this guy, he'll blow himself up.
- Thanks, Angela. - Bye.
- You don't have to come. - You gotta be kidding me.
We'll start down here and make our way upstairs.
Welcome to the Hamilton Cultural Centre Peace Conference.
We would ask that all delegates check in before the keynote speaker address.
There are too many ways in.
- Where are the reinforcements? - They're downstairs tying up the horses.
- Sarcasm doesn't help. - Mobilising SWAT teams takes time.
And if Farid has the bomb and spots them, that could be bad.
- If you see him, will you shoot? - He might not have the bomb.
I'm not taking out a target unless I'm sure.
Is that how you make it easier? Calling him a target?
You really picked an odd time to have this conversation.
- Booth. - Farid?
- There! That's Farid! - I'm not sure.
His walk is laboured from the dioxin and the bones in his skull match his picture.
- What if you're wrong? - It's what I do. Do you really want to wait?
He's carrying something heavy. It's making his shoulder...
- No, I can't. - He has all the markers, Booth.
- I need a face. I need a face! - Farid!
- On the ground! - He's going for the bomb!
I told them to tell the press that it was an undercover operation.
But it would be a Rose Garden ceremony.
That's an honour, right?
I thought you FBI guys like your medals.
No pleasure in taking someone's life.
Nothing to celebrate.
You saved so many people, Booth.
Don't forget that.
Want another drink?
Shouldn't you be getting home?
Tessa will be worried about you.
Yeah.
I guess I should.
Thanks for your help, Bones.
Sure.
# Have you ever heard the sounds
# In the shadows of a song?
# Have you ever felt the words
# Blow right through from beyond
# Cos years pass and people change
# The bluest skies can turn to grey
# Though it's gonna hurt for now
# Every ship must sail away
# Though it's gonna hurt for now
# Every ship must sail away
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