- Smoke comes out into the break room. - Sure you turned the flame down last night?
Totally, 100%, positively sure. The alarm's gone off before, but the smoke was grey.
One time a possum got caught in the shaft, smoke came out like this.
Dr Addy was conducting an experiment on a pig yesterday.
I told all them eggheads not to toss dead animals down the incinerator shaft.
Since when do they listen to us?
- Holy crap! - Definitely not pork.
At 400 degrees, bone chars in six hours and turns to ash in eight.
Charring, no ash.
Six to eight hours? Dumped into the incinerator between 1 and 3am.
Ugh! Was that alive or dead before he or she went into the incinerator?
- Can't tell yet. - What's that?
Guest log. No visitors checked out after 9:36 last night,
no one checked in before 8:02 this morning.
- Meaning the victim probably works here. - Meaning the killer does, too.
Pubic bone, female.
There's no carbon in the trachea. She was dead before she was thrown down the chute.
Extensive fissures, fractures and breaks to the entire skeleton.
I'll have Zack determine which were caused by heat and which by trauma.
Heads up. They called Bancroft in from a hearing on the Hill.
- Who's Bancroft again? - God.
- The supreme honcho of the Jeffersonian. - I think I met him once.
OK. I am ready to start the facial reconstruction.
I haven't put on tissue-depth markers yet.
I haven't finished removing carbonised matter.
Once you've done that, Zack can clean the skull.
Angela? Angela?
- Angela? - Yeah.
- Are you all right? - What's wrong?
Um...
Uh... I'm fine.
I'll... I'll start after the tissue markers are...
Let me know.
What the hell was that about?
- You won't like it. - Like what?
I've ID'd the victim.
- Impossible. - I told you you wouldn't like it.
There are no markers. You can't look at a skull and see the person.
Sweetie, I've done hundreds of these reconstructions.
The depressed glabella, the narrow nasal aperture, the chipped lateral incisor.
- You can see a face from that? - The chipped tooth was a skiing accident.
Ange,
you know the victim personally?
Kristen Reardon.
She's an intern. We had coffee a couple of times.
She didn't want to be a scientist. She wanted to go into design.
She was just here to make her father happy. She was young and eager and keen and...
She was just really, really young.
Wait. Reardon.
- As in Dr Ted Reardon? - Yeah. He used to work here.
I took a course from him in ancient pharmacology.
I know we can't say until you do the tissue markers and we go through channels,
but I'm telling you, I know that this is Kristen.
- Poor Ted. - You wanna know something else?
She was seeing somebody who worked here.
- Is that relevant? - Well, Booth'll think so.
Especially since it was a married man.
- Well, did she tell you who? - No.
Just that they had their first kiss at the opening of that Egyptian exhibit,
and that it had been hot and heavy ever since.
- I'm sorry, Ange. - No, I'm sorry. I'm just freaked out by this.
- Because you know the victim. - Well, and the killer. I mean, look around.
Do you like thinking somebody we see every day could've thrown her in the incinerator?
How can I aid your investigation?
Dr Bancroft, I'd like print-outs from the Jeffersonian security,
detailing who was and was not in the building.
- Done. - Also, tell people to cooperate with the FBI.
Yes, of course, Agent Booth.
I don't know if you've had much cause to work with scientists.
Difficult people, by nature.
Combative, sceptical, resistant.
- I've noticed. - Have you identified the victim yet?
Unofficially, an intern by the name of Kristen Reardon.
- No relation to Ted Reardon? - His daughter.
Dr Reardon left here for Georgetown University?
- I was instrumental in that move. - You fired him?
- I facilitated a necessary change. - "Necessary change"?
Excellent scientist, poor administrator. Does Reardon know?
- Dr Brennan is informing him now. - I'd like to be kept in the loop on this.
Within the constraint of the law, of course.
Sure.
- Ted Reardon, victim's father? - Yeah.
Bones is telling him his daughter's dead.
Rumour has it Bancroft banished him because he felt threatened politically.
I know. Let's leave Bones to it.
Would it be insensitive to mention that my father's 60th birthday's coming up?
- 60 already? Wow. - We're having a dinner for him on Thursday.
- You give him my best. - Do it yourself. You have to come with me.
What? No.
I can't spend the night defending the fact that I still live alone.
- You never told them we broke up? - You want to make a man miserable?
- You want me to pretend I'm your boyfriend? - Yes. Between 6:30 and 10 on Thursday.
Camille, you can't live your life afraid of what your family thinks.
Seeley, it's not gonna be like this forever. One day, he'll die.
- Tough-going in there? - I've never told someone his child is dead.
I've been there when you did it, but to actually...
It's extremely unpleasant.
Yeah.
Listen, did you get a chance to ask him about his daughter's love life?
Yes. He said as far as he knew, she wasn't seeing anyone.
Kristen was lying to her father.
Dr Brennan, is it true? Kristen Reardon is dead?
Evan, Special Agent Booth. He's in charge of the murder investigation.
Dr Evan Klimkew, Kristen Reardon's supervisor.
- Murder? Kristen was murdered? - What did Kristen Reardon do?
Authentications. Museums and collectors use us to authenticate their acquisitions.
- Is that a big department? - Five interns, my assistant and myself.
- That's a competitive environment. - Of course.
You put overachievers together and dangle a prize over their head...
He's referring to the Bates Fellowship.
The top intern gets $75,000 and a gold star on their résumé. Kristen was the frontrunner.
- I had heard that her heart wasn't in it. - It didn't show in her work.
God, this is terrible. Does her father know?
- Who was her main rival for the money? - Uh, that would be Neil Tyler.
Neil Tyler. Mm. Where can I find him?
Authenticating artefacts in your serial-killer vault.
So what does your wife think of these... you know, these late hours?
I'm separated. That's your answer.
- Seeing anyone now? - Are you serious?
It's a murder investigation, Evan.
No. I'm not seeing anyone.
Thank you, Dr Klimkew.
This spinner appears to be Masonic in origin, bloodstone gold.
But what's interesting is, in the centre,
instead of the traditional G for "God",
there's a skull.
- Gormogon iconography. - Strange, huh? We've seen a lot of that here.
- Gormogon? OK, what's that? - It's an 18th-century...
It's an extinct group dedicated to eradicating the influence of Freemasons and Illuminati
in Europe in the 18th century. That could be the largest Gormogon collection in the world.
- Great. You and Kristen were here last night? - That's right.
Kristen worked there.
I signed out around midnight. Kristen stayed longer, like always.
OK. Little resentful there?
I worked my way through state college. I've got a second job, which is why I had to leave.
She went to Ivy League school and her dad's got connections. Who needed the fellowship?
Well, the way I hear it, you're next in line for the big payday, pal.
I liked Kristen and she liked me. Check the logs. I wasn't here.
- Do you know who Kristen was seeing? - You mean romantically?
No. Only that it was an older guy. She said I'd be surprised when I found out who it was.
How about you? You married?
I'm gay, Agent Booth.
Excuse me.
- What have you got? - Kristen Reardon's bag.
Ah, a cellphone.
Logs.
The bag tells us Kristen wasn't leaving when she met her killer.
Look. A lot of calls to the same number.
Kristen was authenticating artefacts from the Gormogon vault.
- Let's not go there. - If Gormogon killed her then he's one of us.
- You went there. - What?
You went there and gave him a nickname.
That just happened, right? You saw that?
- Who is it? - Is he dead?
- Yes, because he was never alive. - You gotta be kidding me.
Look at this. The Gestapo is interfering with free inquiry.
Guys, let 'em go. If they try to escape, shoot 'em. What's with the dummy?
Not a dummy. It's an ersatz skeleton made from glass and reinforced nylon
which breaks exactly like human bones.
- We threw it from the top floor. - Explicate your process.
- We duplicated Kristen's height and weight. - For God's sake, why?
- To prove Kristen was dead before falling. - We already know that.
We found that her skull would not have fractured in the way it did
from a fall less than 25 metres.
- Oh. - Oh, what? English, please!
It tells us the body was put in the trash chute on the top floor.
The office suites. It's always the suits, baby.
- Hey, I wear suits. - Yes. Yes, you do.
All right, no shooting of the squints tonight. Sorry.
All right, good work. Let's go, Bones.
Kristen was stabbed to death.
- Aorta and left lung both punctured. - Whoa. She bleed a lot?
Through the wound, through her mouth. Copious amounts.
Everyone's coming around to the opinion that Kristen's death was to do with the vault.
Oh, no. We gotta squelch that one because that will shift the focus of this investigation.
These people are tough to squelch.
- They tell us not to jump to conclusions. - But when they do, it's a quantum leap.
Jump, leap - what's the difference?
- Does the name Aldridge mean anything? - It rings a bell, yeah. Why?
There was no blood near the incinerator chute on the top floor.
The body could've been wrapped in plastic.
Dr Kyle Aldridge heads up the Middle East department. Why?
- Hm. Do they have offices in this building? - Middle East department is in building S.
It joins up by a skyway. Why?
- What floor does the skyway connect with? - Top floor. And I'm gonna ask why again.
Oh, this guy Aldridge's number's all over Kristen's cellphone. Hold on.
It's Booth. Check out all the offices in the adjoining building on the top floor.
Start with a Dr K Aldridge.
- Cam, this case... - You still have to come to my father's dinner.
- I didn't bring that up. I... - Nice try.
- Nice try what? - Zip.
- I didn't even... - Zoop.
Ah, the good life.
"Dr Kyle Aldridge. Mansion next to Teddy Kennedy on Dupont Circle"?
"A 60ft yacht and a vacation home in the Hamptons."
Wow.
I wish I'd paid more attention during science class.
Intelligence is not a matter of will, Agent Booth,
so it's not a character flaw to be less intelligent.
Yeah. I appreciate the pep talk. Our first suspect would usually be your wife,
but since she's been in Venice for a month...
Venice. So how is it that somebody who makes 80 grand a year
can lend Ted Kennedy his lawn mower and afford to send his wife off to Venice?
My wife's family is very generous.
How generous do you think they would be if they found out you were boinking an intern?
Did they teach you that technique at Quantico?
Spring vulgarities on the unsuspecting suspect and he will confess all?
Are you confessing all?
To the affair? Or to murder?
Excuse me. There's something you're gonna want to see in Dr Aldridge's workroom.
Lights, please.
Wow, look at all that blood.
This cart explains how the body was transported over to the incinerator chute.
This must be where Kristen was actually murdered.
Put the lights on.
Dr Aldridge, I'd like to ask a few questions about the murder of Kristen Reardon.
Are we gonna go willingly?
I never liked Kyle Aldridge.
He told me once that having a high IQ was no excuse not to bathe.
- I don't believe it. - Those were his exact words:
- "No excuse not to bathe." - What have you got?
Consistent with the trauma to the left lung and aorta,
the C7 vertebra and the fifth rib were both nicked at a 67-degree angle,
suggesting a single point of entry.
- Through the back? - The serial killer eats human flesh.
- Kyle Aldridge is a vegetarian. - So was Hitler.
- We're calling him Gormogon. - Excellent name. Historically accurate.
You have to stop assuming that Gormogon was involved in Kristen's death.
Why? It's somewhere between a possibility and a probability.
Kyle Aldridge is not a cannibal.
But he may have killed his girlfriend. See the difference?
So eyes on the evidence, OK?
Go.
- Zack provided me with the fragments... - From the fifth rib.
- I'm using the GC mass spec. - What about the incinerator?
I analysed the ashes in the incinerator and found carbonised traces of Cedrus libani.
- It's a cedar fir from Lebanon. - The Middle East is Aldridge's area of study.
And the Mesopotamians used cedar as an odour neutraliser during funerals
to mask the smell of burning flesh.
Can you see Aldridge committing a crime of passion
and using his knowledge to cover it up?
I guess. He's kinda...
Exactly how well do you know Aldridge?
We had drinks. I don't sleep with married men.
You're married, and you sleep with men besides your husband. What's the difference?
Ow!
- Why do you want me to interrogate him? - He thinks I'm stupid.
- You're not. - Thanks, Bones. I know.
Always refer to the victim by her first name.
You told me personalising the victim doesn't work with sociopathic killers.
- They lack empathy. You told me that. - We are not looking for Gorgonzola today.
Gormogon. Gor-mo-gon.
We're looking for someone who murdered one girl. Entirely different kind of guy. Inside.
Don't tell me... You're not bossing me.
Stop it.
- Kyle Aldridge seduced my daughter? - That's what we hope to find out.
It was Kristen's blood on your worktable.
That proves only she was killed in my workroom. Why am I talking to you?
What time did you leave the Jeffersonian that night?
Shortly after 11.
Dr Brennan, surely I merit someone higher up the food chain than an FBI consultant.
Kyle,
I know you get everything you want by flaunting your superior intellect,
but that won't work with me.
- Why is that? - Because I'm smarter than you are.
So why don't we do the rational thing and cut to the chase?
Were you having an affair with Kristen?
- I'm not willing to comment on that. - Again, I know you were.
You first kissed at the opening of the Egyptian exhibit.
Obviously Kristen was indiscreet.
If your wife knew about Kristen, she'd leave you, correct? And you'd no longer be rich.
See, the FBI, they call that a motive.
They think you did this, Dr Aldridge.
And so far, the evidence is on their side.
Can you tell me anything that would suggest otherwise?
Yes.
But first I need to speak with a lawyer and a federal prosecutor.
Sounds like you want to cut a deal.
I've told you what I need, so either have me arrested
or let me make those arrangements.
- All right. Thank you. - Cam.
Wow, you look great. I mean that objectively.
- Not as your fake boyfriend. - Thank you.
I got your dad a universal remote. Even bought the batteries.
- He'll never let us break up. - So am I driving?
- No, my sister's picking us up, but she's late. - Maybe there was traffic.
- Maybe there was a sale. - Oh, great. It's gonna be one of those nights.
- Hey, she's the jealous, competitive one. - OK.
- You don't think so? - Look, it's your family.
I am an innocent bystander with a universal remote and batteries,
trying not to get hit by shrapnel. That's all.
Ready. Sorry. Dad is in the car.
OK. Let me get my things.
There was traffic. Not that she'd believe me.
No, traffic. That's exactly what she said. This is gonna be fun.
Yeah. Everyone talking about how perfect Cam's life is.
No, Cam's life is not so perfect.
You got a lot going for you.
Yeah?
Yeah.
What's not so great? Are you and Cam...
What?
- No! I should never have said anything. We... - Oh, you poor baby.
- OK... - You don't have to say anything.
I'm here. That's all you need to know.
OK, let's go.
Let's go! Yeah, OK. You look great. Doesn't she look beautiful? She looks beautiful! God!
- I am so lucky to have you as my girlfriend. - Easy. It's gonna be a long night.
Tell me about it.
Jack, you are actually a better candidate to be Gormogon than Kyle Aldridge.
- Really? - Mm.
You're brilliant, paranoid about conspiracies - I say that lovingly -
with limitless resources.
I'm not Gormogon. I don't kill people and eat their faces.
I am not waging a secret war against anybody.
Great. If I can get the other thousand or so people who work here to convince me,
- maybe I can sleep tonight. - Oh, I'll help you get to sleep tonight.
- What's in your file? - Analysis of the fragment from Kristen's rib.
- It's an 800-year-old copper. - Wait. The murder weapon is an artefact?
I thought we'd see if we can match any of the weapons in the Jeffersonian to the sample.
Well, there is one item. An 800-year-old copper spear tip.
The authentication department checked it out two weeks ago to a...
Dr Kyle Aldridge in the Middle Eastern department.
Checked it out from where?
The Gormogon vault.
Tell us about this, Dr Klimkew.
The spearhead is genuine, decorative.
Probably brought back as a souvenir of the crusades by a Templar knight in 1300 AD.
- Go ahead, Hodgins. - What are you doing?
Did you see Kyle Aldridge the night that Kirsten Reardon was murdered?
- Yes. What is he doing with the spear? - It's phenolphthalein. It won't affect copper.
- But if blood is present, it'll turn pink. - So, what time did you see the doctor?
- 11. In the parking lot. - Did you talk?
Kyle Aldridge doesn't really talk to anyone beneath him. Which is everyone.
It's not the weapon we're looking for. I'll put it back.
- Did you know about Aldridge and Kristen? - As a couple? Yes.
- Kristen told you? - No. I caught them making out.
I'm surprised Aldridge didn't use his friendship with Bancroft
to have me transferred to some dig in Darfur.
Help! I need some help back here.
- What? - Booth. Booth!
All right. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.
Easy.
- All right, I'll call an ambulance. - We don't need an ambulance. He's dead.
That concludes the autopsy of Kyle Aldridge. Written report to follow.
Booth saw Aldridge's widow. He sent her a suicide note by email,
apologising for the affair with Kristen and confessing to the killing.
Aldridge did not kill himself.
The ligature, which was a silk cord from the vault, didn't break his hyoid.
- What was the cause of death? - I'm stumped. No trauma.
No cardiac arrest, aneurysm or haematoma. Plus, I did a full tox screen -
organics, inorganics, heavy metals, even cardiac glycosides - all negative.
Well, he was hung up in the vault. It all circles back to the vault.
It circles back to Authentications, who happen to be working in the vault.
Why don't you and Booth think Gormogon is behind the murders?
Because as far as we know, he only kills males. And snacks on them.
- Plus, there are far too many other suspects. - Like who?
- The victim's father. - Ted Reardon?
He saw you question Aldridge. Booth said he went pale.
- When did he say that? - Oh, we had dinner when we... had dinner.
This cord is actually a hanging rope from England, circa 1650.
When sentenced to death, nobles often chose a silk cord rather than rough hempen rope.
It'd be cool to know who else died on this cord.
If it came from the vault, the cord can't lead us to the murderer.
Au contraire. The killer left DNA.
In order to hoist Aldridge, the killer wrapped the cord around his forearm and pulled.
Ouch.
- He left some skin behind? - Yeah. And hair.
Nice job, Hodgins. If we find the guy, we can do a DNA match.
King of the lab.
The skeletal muscles are pulling away from the bone.
- What's his potassium level? - Uh...
Blood serum contains 10mg per 100ml. Elevated, but nonfatal.
It's odd though because his kidneys were healthy. No signs of Addison's or medication.
- Succinylcholine. - A muscle relaxant?
- In high doses, it stops the heart and lungs. - Right.
The body turns succinylcholine into potassium, which is not detected as a toxin.
Succinylcholine is one of the earliest anaesthetics known to man.
- Guess how I know that. - I read Dr Reardon's book too.
Why are you here?
I'm waiting for Cam to finish cutting up Aldridge.
She's done.
- Why are you here in my area? - Cam's sister kissed me.
- Dude. - Don't call me dude.
Listen. I was supposed to be Cam's boyfriend between the hours of 6:30 and 10.
She kissed me at 6:20, so technically, that doesn't even count.
Cam went to her office to get something.
Felicia just grabbed me and planted one on me. I didn't even see it coming.
- I didn't have a defence manoeuvre planned. - Oh, wow.
All right. How are you, uh... how are you gonna break it to Cam?
- What? Why would I do that? - You want her to find out from her sister?
Wow, this is worse than when we were a couple.
Sorry.
- I should take my gun out and shoot you. - I'm sorry.
No, it's... serious.
You're not helping.
I have a son. If I thought someone hurt him, I'd want to hang him.
- I didn't kill Kyle Aldridge. - He slept with your daughter,
then killed her after she threatened to tell his wife. Juries understand situations like that.
- There's no proof he killed her. - Do you need proof?
Yes. And for a jury to be sympathetic, they'd need proof as well.
- Do you have that proof, Agent Booth? - Aldridge didn't die from hanging.
Succinylcholine poisoning can't be proven.
Right. Nobody knows that better than you. You literally wrote the book on it, Doc.
So...
can you roll up your sleeves, please?
- This is a sample of 800-year-old bronze. - Why am I interested in that?
- We found 800-year-old copper in Kristen. - Different metals. Right.
Copper is in bronze. When Angela accused me of being Gormogon, I started thinking.
Angela accused you of being Gormogon?
It started me thinking that you and Booth could be right.
I am not Gormogon.
Booth and I could be right about what?
I started considering Kristen's murder as its own singular occurrence...
- What? - You are a good candidate to be Gormogon.
It's possible...
that the copper in Kristen's wound was a chip from a larger piece of bronze,
like a chocolate chip that didn't melt in the cake.
- The Jeffersonian's full of bronze weapons. - None of which are in Gormogon's vault.
Can you match a bronze weapon to a copper fragment?
Theoretically. But it would take about 200 years to test every weapon.
I might be able to help with that.
I worked up a three-D model of Kristen's murder, and I noticed something.
This is Kristen.
The angle of attack was exactly 67 degrees.
- The weapon went right through her. - Which is weird.
- Why? - We've been assuming she was stabbed.
Someone would have to be tall to stab down at that angle.
- And incredibly strong. 6'8 and 300Ibs. - No one at the Jeffersonian looks like that.
It'd be tough for someone to sneak in.
- Alternative explanations? - A projectile?
Bloodstain analysis indicates she was killed on Aldridge's table.
There's no evidence suggesting a projectile exited Kristen's body and struck the table.
But...
Kristen was impaled? Like a piece of paper on a message spike.
Visualise a sharp object on the table
at a fixed 67-degree angle.
The object impales Kristen through the posterior thorax.
- Exits her anterior thorax. - Still at a 67-degree angle.
The only rational conclusion is the death itself was accidental.
Dr Aldridge gets in a tiff with his young girlfriend.
She pulls out her phone, threatens to call his wife.
They argue, Aldridge reaches for the phone, the girl falls onto the table.
If you call Aldridge by his name, you really should call the girl by her name.
At which point, he panics and throws Ms Reardon down the incinerator chute.
He arranges to meet with the federal attorney to confess,
but before he can do that, guilt destroys him.
He hangs himself in the vault, aligning himself with the serial killer.
Whoa. Aldridge arranged to meet the federal attorney?
Through the in-house counsel. Most likely, to confess.
Why didn't he just confess during Dr Brennan's interrogation?
"The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed,
And extreme fear can neither flight nor fly,
But coward-like with trembling terror, die."
Unfortunately for Mr Shakespeare, Dr Aldridge didn't commit suicide.
He died of succinylcholine poison.
It's my understanding that that can't be proven to court standards.
No, I think you'll find that my explanation will satisfy any inquest inquiry.
Dr Bancroft, it's our professional opinion here in Forensics that Dr Aldridge was murdered.
Fine. Prove it. But watch your backs.
If I'm wrong and you're right, that means there's still a serial killer out there.
And if I were the killer, you'd be next, Miss Montenegro.
- Why me? - Well, you identified the Reardon girl,
you figured out this hologramatic impalement scenario.
Be careful.
I feel like I was just threatened.
I have checked every bronze weapon that matches Angela's criteria.
None are consistent with the fragment removed from Kristen.
Look for a weapon that was smuggled in.
What were those noises?
There is no way to smuggle an 800-year-old weapon into the Jeffersonian.
No. No, we have x-rays, guards, metal detectors.
Anything bigger than a watch, they search you.
- You two are geniuses. How would you do it? - It's impossible.
- Unless you mail it. - Oh.
- Yeah, right. There's that. - What?
If you mail something here, it doesn't need to be cleared by customs or security.
OK, if I want to get a stolen artefact into the United States,
all I do is mail it to the Jeffersonian?
Technically, yes, but the fact is we check and report all items to the government.
- OK. Who's "we"? - The authentications department.
Oh, OK. You mean a bunch of starving interns who work here during the summer.
Interns keep detailed records of every item they authenticate.
Access Kristen Reardon's log.
Gormogon could've mailed himself to the Jeffersonian, stole an ID and walked out.
- It's nothing to do with Goobagon. - Gormogon!
Whatever. How many times do I have to say that?
- I don't have the necessary clearance. - Let me try.
- Neither do I. - Excuse me.
- Wait. You have a password? - Yeah. Cam's.
What? She won't mind.
Well, Kristen Reardon worked on a lot of 16th-century baroque wood carvings.
- I know your password, too. It's "daffodil". - I never told you that.
What? I got eyes. You guys aren't exactly CIA material.
- "Daffodil"? - What? They're pretty.
Looks like Kristen might've worked on some Luristan bronzes.
Any from the 13th century?
- Yeah. Tools, utensils, sculptures. - What's Luristan?
- Persia. - You mean Iran or Iraq.
Since the war, Iraqi museums have been looted and pieces are sold.
This murder has nothing to do with the vault or a serial killer.
- So Kristen was a smuggler? - More than likely killed by a smuggler.
She goes to report something and the smuggler kills her.
I'll have Zack check all of these as possible murder weapons,
and I'm changing my password.
- Daisy? - How did you know?
It's your second-favourite flower. I know you, Bones. Try a planet.
Jupiter!
- Hey. I owe you. - No, you don't.
I do. It took the pressure off.
I even reconnected with Felicia.
- She kissed me. - What?
I swear I didn't see it coming. She just planted it on me.
Like a peck on the cheek or a full meal?
- Why does that even matter? - Full meal.
- I don't believe it. - What? You and I aren't actually going out.
She thought she stole you away from me. That's why she was so nice.
- You! - What?
- You kissed back. - No, no.
No, there was no kiss back.
You know, my lips, they may have parted for a second...
- Hi. Ready for lunch? - Hi.
Don't say hello to her. How could you make a move on my boyfriend?
- He said things weren't great between you. - Didn't think you should ask me?
- Sorry. Didn't seem like he was into you. - Time out. Let's get real here, OK?
You are actually fighting over something that does not exist.
- What? - We broke up a long time ago.
- You brought him for Dad so he'd still think... - You know how Dad is.
- He lit up when he got that remote. - It can handle eight...
- We know, Booth. - Why didn't you tell me you guys split up?
- You want him? Take him. - I don't want him.
- You don't? - No. I was just trying to get back at you.
- So you admit it? - Like you're a saint!
She'd go into my closet with my dolls and say they were having a party, but I wasn't invited.
- You were five. And they did not like you. - Typical! Start a fight to miss lunch.
You made reservations? I thought we'd have to eat from a cart.
- Wow. You two can have lunch after all this? - Please. Like you can ruin a meal!
- OK, that's it. I don't know who you think... - Don't raise your voice to her, Seeley.
- What? - Let's go, and let him calm down.
Wow.
Why did you guys break up? What did he do?
It wasn't me. I...
- This is the most likely murder weapon. - It's an antelope.
- Actually, it's an oryx. - That's a type of antelope.
I was being precise. You used to appreciate that.
- 67 degrees. - Exactly.
Oryx on table, struggle, Kristen Reardon is impaled on the oryx.
Good work, Zack. Let's swab the sculpture, see if there's any DNA evidence.
It's not here.
- It's not here? - According to our records,
the oryx was mailed to Box 99, Poplar Street Post Office in Arlington.
What? The Jeffersonian's being used to smuggle Iraqi artefacts?
- Has the FBI been informed? - Yes, Dr Bancroft.
Agent Booth and Dr Brennan are arranging to have the post office staked out by tomorrow.
Good. Good. That's good.
It's Cam.
I told him. You were right. He wasn't happy when I said the FBI already knew.
Thanks, Cam. Now we'll see if he's a part of it or just another ass-covering bureaucrat.
Good hunting.
Little game there, Bones. Who shows up for the Iraqi Bambi?
- There are a number of candidates. - Come on. It's a stakeout.
Play with me. Speculate.
- My money's on Bancroft. - The head of the Jeffersonian? Why?
- He's a dillweed. - He's a murderer because you don't like him?
Bones, it's a game.
Well, there's no way it's Bancroft. He has a doctorate.
Dr Kevorkian has a doctorate.
Whoa.
So does that guy.
Dr Klimkew.
During a murder investigation, you uncovered my smuggling operation?
Yep.
Man, that is bad, bad luck.
- What about the murders, Evan? - Kristen Reardon and Kyle Aldridge?
- No, their deaths are on your hands. - How do you figure?
This silver-skeleton, Gormogon serial killer is obviously involved.
You brought him into our house.
I can only take responsibility for smuggling this oryx into the country.
Get your hands off the murder weapon.
We know what happened.
I was there. But it wasn't me who pushed Kristen onto that table. It was Aldridge.
- Now, why would he do that? - Uh... love gone wrong? I don't know.
But Aldridge said if I didn't help dispose of the body,
he'd expose my smuggling and I'd go to prison.
Well, I guess that's it then. Case closed.
Right. Well, except...
somebody killed Kyle Aldridge.
No, he hanged himself.
Rope burns. Look at that.
Well, we think you killed Kristen Reardon, probably by accident.
- We know you killed Kyle Aldridge. - Premeditated.
And I'm confident we can prove it beyond reasonable doubt to a jury.
It's over, Evan.
Do either of you know a good lawyer?
- OK, don't take it so hard. - I'm not. What? Are we Russian?
Ah! Na zdoroviye! Yeah.
I'll tell you what else I know. What you're taking hard...
is the fact that it happened in your house.
- It's not my house. - Not where you sleep.
The... Your favourite place. The house of reason. The Jeffersonian.
Oh. It's not my favourite place.
- Yes, it is. - What? No, it's not... How do you know?
Daffodil, daisy,
Jupiter.
OK, I'll tell you what else I know.
You were hoping that it was Gorgonzola.
- Gormogon! - Ah! So you admit it?
Ah!
Accidentally. Does that count?
Yes. Look, all the scientists and the squints and the eggheads,
they wanted it to be a serial killer so it wouldn't be one of them.
- Them? - You.
- Me? - One of you.
You were all offended that it was one of you.
You know what?
- I am offended. - I just said that.
I'm offended because...
because I...
Because you were betrayed by one of your own.
Yes.
Are you going to betray me?
No.
Nonetheless, I shall be vigilant.
"Nonetheless"?
I'm not gonna have a headache tomorrow, am I?
Well, we're gonna find out. Hodgins and Zack, they do their experiments. We do ours.
To Gorgonzola.
Gormogon.
You missed.
What's that mean?
ENGLISH SDH