Bones (2005–2017): Season 10, Episode 1 - The Conspiracy in the Corpse - full transcript

Previously on
Bones...

Stark's finally recommended me
for that promotion.

Congratulations, Booth!

If this was the man
who you were supposed to meet,

someone wanted to make sure
that he wouldn't talk.

Foster was a journalist
at The Chronicle.

Been writing this
conspiracy blog ever since.

It's a nipple ring.

Foster didn't keep
important things

on his computer,
he kept them here.

You got to admit, all this stuff
can be used to blackmail people.



If we are dealing with
a conspiracy inside the FBI,

I don't want anyone to know
about this.

They're sending a team
after me now.

Angela heard the whole thing.

Booth killed three FBI agents

who were coming
to serve a warrant on him.

No, those men
tried to kill him.

Take Dr. Brennan into custody
for questioning.

No! Booth! Booth!

Booth! No! Let go of me!

Let go! Booth! Booth!

Hey!
Get off me!

Hey!

You're not a cop in here.



Get back in the line.

Now.

He says you locked up his cousin
when you were on the outside.

You be careful,
all right?

I'll be fine.

So I watch your back,
you watch mine, right?

Right.

Are you sure you're okay?

Look, I am fine, Bones.
All right?

Mostly just bored, that's all.

I can't wait to see you.
I should be there by 11:00.

I'm pretty sure
I don't have any other plans.

I made a video of Christine
singing a song for you.

I can't wait.

Look, how's work?

We got a court order
for an exhumation.

It could become
a very important find for us.

That's great.

I'll get you out, Booth.

Yeah. Yeah, so how are you?

Time's up.
I just started.

Guess cop-killers
got different rules.

Oh, the remains are here, Booth.
I have to go. I...

I love you, Booth.

Look, I love...

They were trying
to take your picture.

Your bitch...
can't protect them in here.

And you can't protect them
when I get out.

It ain't over, Fed!
It ain't over!

- So who is this?
- I cannot believe

you got a judge to grant
you an exhumation order.

Apparently, there's still

one or two judges who haven't
been blackmailed yet.

Is it me,
or does he look especially odd?

No, it's the adipocere.

I've never seen this much

after 16 years
of decomp.

We have to have it removed
before we can examine the bones.

Excuse me. No one here
has told me who this is

or why he's so important.

Those details are not
your concern, Dr. Edison.

You are here to assist
and to analyze the bones.

I'm the head of my department,
here as a favor.

If you don't trust me...

This is absurd,
Dr. Brennan.

Howard Cooper,
dead 16 years.

We hope it's Cooper.

I could have switched bodies.

He was on the chip
on Foster's nipple ring.

M.E. lists cause of death

as leukemia.

The squints here
suspect murder.

So a large portion

of the data on Foster's chip
focused on Cooper--

how he started, his rise
in the EPA, how he died.

So you're saying
that Cooper's death

could be the point of origin
for this entire conspiracy?

Yep. We solve this,

we could find out who's
behind the whole thing.

It is nice talking conspiracy
without being called a loon.

The FBI has no idea
what we're doing,

and Booth would like
to keep it that way.

Let's do this thing.

It's Cooper.

Oh, hey.

What happened?

- Nothing. I...
- No touching.

You've clearly suffered trauma
to your greater trochanter

and sacrospinal ligaments.

And your face.

I'm fine, Bones.

They're counting on you
getting killed in here, Booth.

That way they can keep
their hands clean.

You have...
How's Christine?

Brady, the prosecutor
who put you in here,

he's on the chip.

Booth, we have information
we can use against him.

No. Don't. It's too dangerous.

They have to think
they shut us down.

Just keep working
your exhumed body.

You might not have
that much time, Booth.

I can take care of myself.

So how is Christine?

Terrified...
she'll never see you again.

And so am I.

Mr. Brady?

I would like a word
with you, please.

You're Dr. Brennan.
Yes.

We have nothing to discuss.

There'll be a trial, and...

I think we have a lot
to discuss, actually.

Do you have any idea
what you're doing?

Yes, I'm blackmailing you.

I want Booth
released.

You can withdraw the charges
without appearing...

Do you know what the penalty is

for blackmailing
a federal prosecutor?

I could receive
20 years in prison,

civil forfeitures of real estate
and personal property,

and a fine of $250,000.

While there is a
statistical risk

that you'd arrest me,
the odds are far more

in my favor.

Because, well,
the things that you've done,

for which I have documentation--

witness tampering,

accepting bribes,

money laundering,
to name a few--

these would not only subject you

to state
and federal prosecution,

but, more likely,
they'd get you killed,

because of the people
you dealt with.

I feel confident you'll opt
to save your own life.

And know that
if you tell anyone about this,

or Booth is harmed in any way,

all the information I have
will be used against you.

I'm new to blackmailing,
but I think I've covered it all.

♪ Bones 10x01 ♪
The Conspiracy in the Corpse
Original Air Date on September 25, 2014

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method

How did Caroline manage this?

It wasn't Caroline.

You promised.

No, you ordered me not to.
There's a distinct difference.

Brady isn't gonna say
anything, Booth.

Come on, you don't know that,
okay? They actually think that

they cleaned everything
off of Angela's computer.

You showed our hand.

So we'll work faster to find

whoever is running
this conspiracy.

Okay, great.

Did you get anything off
of Cooper's remains yet?

Do we know how he
died? Anything?

Hodgins and Clark are trying
to clean the bones now.

"Trying"? Okay,
I-I don't believe this.

Stop, Booth. Just stop.

You were going to die in there.

I can take care of myself.

No, not in jail, you couldn't.
Not a federal agent.

They kept pushing
your trial back

to keep you in there, so...
That's not the point.

I'm not gonna keep fighting
with you about this.

If it were me in there, you
would have done the same thing.

You know that that's true.

Look, we're gonna have
to move fast now.

Fine. It's not the first time
that's the case.

I have an encrypted laptop
for you

with all the information
Angela decrypted

from the chip
in Wesley Foster's nipple ring.

I assumed you'd want to get
right to work when you got home.

Home? Where is that now exactly?

Abnormally high levels
of potassium,

magnesium, creatinine.

Hey, there was urine
in the coffin.

Well, that would increase
the acidity

and account for the adipocere.

Dead and embalmed men
don't urinate, Dr. Hodgins.

Yeah, and yet there's evidence
of urine on the suit

and in the satin lining
of the coffin.

So you're saying that someone
deliberately put urine in there

to increase the acidity? Why?

To make sure

the bones would be damaged
when the adipocere is removed.

Look, without
clean bones,

Dr. Brennan
and I are lost.

And without the adipocere,
I can't do a proper tox screen.

Whoever buried Cooper
wanted to make sure

he couldn't be examined
if he was dug up.

What do you think?

You kept all these.

You love them.

The damage doesn't
take that away.

Never forget, right?

It's great.

It's amazing, Bones.

Really, it...

And I know how you are, Booth.

I didn't just use my money.

I spent some
of yours, too.

A lot, actually.

There's really not much
to spend.

Thanks.

I love it.

Where's the laptop?

The color and the staining
on the bones certainly indicate

the victim had chronic
myelogenous leukemia.

Well, it's consistent with
the M.E.'s cause of death.

Maybe this wasn't a murder.

Pretty sure it is.

Look at this.

Look at the right tibia
you broke.

Well, thank you for
bringing that up again.

It was a lucky mistake,
actually.

The cancer hadn't progressed
to the marrow.

So Cooper didn't die
from leukemia.

No, it was another cause.

So Cooper didn't die from leukemia.
The M.E. report is a lie.

You sound surprised
by that. Okay, kids.

I got the gelva.

Grab those, and let's
clean these bones.

Gelva?

Yep. Yeah, one of my favorite
multipolymer acrylics.

Now, I figured
out a way

to aerosolize the gelva so I can
spray it over the bones.

Won't that fuse the adipocere
to the bones?

Yes, but once it hardens,
you can chip off the adipocere,

and the bones won't crumble.
Masks on.

Look, the key is Cooper.

Okay, the EPA kept promoting him
even though he wasn't qualified.

And he died days after
he denied a permit

to Sanderson Chemical
to build a new plant.

Eat, Booth.

You know I don't
got no time.

Hugo Sanderson was running
the company when Cooper died,

and he's still running it.

You know what I got to do;

I got to bring this guy
Sanderson into the office.

I got to talk to him, and...
Not yet.

You... you can't go
into work yet.

Why? I was released.

Sweets says all the other agents
still regard you

as someone who killed
three of their colleagues.

You're a pariah there.
Come on, Bones.

What do you want me to do here?

Just sit here and do nothing?

Huh?

Brennan.

You're confident
it can work?

With minimal damage?

Okay!

Hodgins and Clark found a way
to clean the bones.

I have to get
back to the lab.

Are you...
gonna be okay?

No, I've got to talk
to this guy Sanderson.

Wait, please.

Sweets is coming over.

He'll explain everything.

I... I have to go.

Sure, yeah. Go.

Hey.

Hey.

Booth's back home.

Oh, good.

Well, I guess
the blinds will be drawn,

and we won't see Dr. B
for a while.

No, the bones are almost clean,
and she's on her way in.

Right. Tick-tock.

You don't think they're in any
kind of danger again, do you?

It would be crazy for them to go
after Booth again, you know?

It would show their hand,
and they're smarter than that.

Yeah, but we're smarter
than them, right?

Both the adipocere
and the clothes show

that Cooper was washed in a
strong germicide before burial.

That's a common practice
in mortuaries, isn't it?

Well, not with a derivative
of dichloroamino acid.

That's more than
a common antiseptic.

Someone was getting rid
of evidence.

Sanderson only got permission
to build the plant

after Cooper died.

ah, ah, yeah.

And it was all hushed up.
I know.

You know, you haven't even
let me say a proper hello yet?

Yeah, I know,
but there's just...

All right.

It's good to
see you, Sweets.

Yeah. You, too. This place
sure beats the lockup, huh?

It's nice!

Yeah.

It's nice.

Thanks.

Thanks, by the way.

For what? It was Dr. Brennan
that got you out.

No. No, she told me.
You know, you were there.

You-you were
there for her.

You... you helped out
with the move.

You were there
for Christine.

That's enough.
You know what?

It's nothing you wouldn't
have done for me.

Sure.

All right, look, uh... when
can I go back to work? Huh?

Sweets, maybe you can write me
one of those shrinky letters

or something like that.
Back to work?

You've only been out
for a few hours.

Before you jump back...
No, Sweets!

No. Nothing is
gonna stop me

from finding the person
who did this to us.

You understand me? Nothing.

You sound like
you want vengeance.

What's wrong with that?

You usually talk about justice.

It always ends up
the same way, huh?

You make someone pay.

You know what?
I can't...

I can't just sit around
here and do nothing.

I got to go talk
to Hugo Sanderson.

No, the Bureau is
not gonna let you.

Look, Sweets, I don't need
the Bureau's permission

to finish this

Look, Sweets, I don't need
Are you with me, or no?

Yeah.

How's it going?

Too slowly.
I wanted to be finished

before Dr. Brennan got here.

Are you damaging
the bones?

Slightly. It's unavoidable.

But I did a set of scans
and X-rays prior to removal.

We can compare the compromised
areas to what was there before.

And, so far, no injuries
that could be cause of death?

No. Just remodeled breaks--
ribs, sternum--

that were sustained about
five years before his death.

Well, I got clear tox results
from the adipocere.

Just chemo, pain
and nausea medications

any cancer patient
would have taken.

No poisons, no
lethal toxins...

Could they have administered
an overdose

of, uh, chemo or pain meds?

No, I would have seen it.
All the levels are in line

with standard protocol,
so...

At this point, the ball
is in your court, Dr. Edison.

Mr. Sanderson.
Agent Booth with the FBI.

I need to ask you
a couple questions.

Pleased to meet
you, Agent Booth.

Uh, I have tickets
to the opera tonight.

And while talking to you
would be preferable,

my wife wouldn't agree.

Ah, it's not
gonna take long.

I need to know a little bit
about your plant

in Chesapeake estuary.

The EPA looked into
those dumping charges,

and none were filed.

Right, I'm sure, but who I want
to know about is Howard Cooper.

Who?
Howard Cooper, the first guy

who denied your permit
to build that plant.

Well, I don't handle
paperwork, Agent Booth,

so I wouldn't know...

He died
shortly after that.

And how does that relate to me?
Pretty directly.

Two weeks after he died,
you got your permit.

What are you insinuating?

Just having a conversation,
that's all.

Better than the opera.

We should get you there;
you're running late.

In case you didn't know,

your boss is
a very good friend of mine.

I think you're intimidating
the wrong man, Agent Booth.

Who are you?

Special Agent James Aubrey, FBI.

Check my pocket for the badge.

Who sent you?

Deputy Director Stark.

Keep you
out of trouble.

Which I clearly didn't do.

Nice move bringing me down,
by the way.

You have to teach me that one.

What the hell you think
you're doing, Booth?

Sanderson called the director,
saying you harassed him.

I'm doing my job, which is
more than I can say for you.

Watch it, Booth, or you're gonna...
Or what?

What are you gonna do, huh?
Plus, I don't need a babysitter,

or a tail, or whatever
the hell this kid is.

Calling me a "kid"
is kind of insulting.

Just in case you've forgotten,
Booth, I call the shots here,

and you haven't been
assigned any case.

Right, the case

that I was on before I was
thrown into jail is still open.

You know what?
I intend to finish that.

Those people out there
think you killed

three of their own,
and they're not gonna help.

There has to be some
mutual respect and trust.

I'm sorry-- trust? Seriously,
you think I trust you?

You think I trust
this place?

Booth.
What?!

The charges against me
were dropped--

no thanks to you.

I have a right
to my badge and my gun.

Legally, he's correct, sir.

But you know that.

Look, whoever
did this to me

and my wife,
they're gonna pay.

Then, after that, you can
have my badge and my gun;

you'll never see me again.

Look, you
can't just leave him

with no way
to defend himself, sir.

I'll stay with him.

Fine.

Get him his gun and his badge.

But he's your responsibility.

So how is it for you and Booth

now that you're back together?

It doesn't feel
as if we are.

He's... consumed
with the case.

Well, I think you should take
what you need.

The case is important,
but so are the two of you.

And if he disagrees,

then... you show him he's wrong.

Oh, you can see all
of the remodeled fractures now.

The medical records
from the Bethesda E.R. say that

he fell down a flight
of stairs 21 years ago.

I've never seen injuries like
this from a fall down stairs.

So someone covered up the cause
of these injuries, too?

Can you work out a scenario
that involves a car accident?

Well, we could have done
this at my place, Sweets.

I have dedicated access
to the Bureau's servers here,

in case we need it.

Right, but, look, I bet
you haven't found anything

in them about Sanderson.

Not yet.
Exactly.

And you won't.
You want to know why?

Because Sanderson is one
of them-- has to be.

Maybe, but you can't
just go charging

after people like that
unless you have proof.

Wait, are you telling me
how to run my investigation now?

Yeah. Yeah, I am, Booth.
'Cause you're not acting

like the agent
that you were, okay?

This is too personal.

Wait a second.

Agent Booth!

You and...

You're...

The two of you? You...

You're gonna have a-a...

Yeah.

Lance and I bumped
into each other

a few times this
past year, and...

one of those bumps
turned into a bump.

Wow, a baby.
Why didn't you tell me this?

I don't know, I...
You just got out.

I figured my life wasn't
that important.

Seriously?

Wow. That's, uh...

Wow, that's amazing.

And it's a boy.

And you're the
godfather, of course.

I'm so glad you're out and not dead.
I...

I got a couple souvenirs there

from prison still.

Well, Lance is gonna help you,
Agent Booth.

It's all he's been
talking about.

He says you're family.

All right, Daisy.
Come on, let's...

It's true.

This is all gonna
end well, you'll see.

Isn't that right, little Lance?

Cooper didn't fall
down the stairs,

he had a bilateral
Smith's fracture.

All right, is that good?

Bilateral Smith's fractures
are often caused

by airbags being deployed.

So he was in a car accident?

Yes, Angela did a
recreation of the accident

based on his remodeled injuries.

It was a strong impact.

Like the car struck something
and lost control.

Well, why is that important?

I mean, it was years
before he was killed.

Because it was covered up.

Just like his death-- why?

Why are all the
injuries on this man

made to look like
something else?

I missed you.

I'm fine. What are you doing?

Your coracohumeral ligament
is strained, Booth.

Let me help you.

No, I don't want you to get
all "cocoa humerous" on me.

Booth.

Yeah. I-I'm fine.

It just, you know, hurts
when I breathe, that's all.

I won't hurt you.

I promise
this won't hurt a bit.

All right.

So, Dr. Durant,

you were an E.R. doctor at

Bethesda Presbyterian,
correct?

Uh, well,
over 20 years ago, yes.

But, uh, hadn't been
a practicing physician

in a long time.

As you can see, I'm a, uh...
a pencil-pusher now.

But this job still requires
your medical expertise.

Oh, yes. I'm, uh, one of
the chief analysts for, uh...

medical research and testing
of new technology,

procedures, drugs, and...

What is this about?

While you were in the E.R.,
you treated a Howard Cooper.

It says here in your records
that he fell down a flight of...

stairs.
That correct?

Um, this was 21 years ago.

I hope you don't expect me
to remember him.

I've been
examining Cooper's remains,

and it seems clear
that he sustained injuries

from a car accident.

He had a bilateral Smith's
fracture as well as...

Is this some kind of
decades-old malpractice case?

No, we're thinking that Cooper
was murdered five years later,

and there may have been
some kind of a cover-up.

Oh, you think that
I-I covered this up.

A man comes in
with fractures and contusions,

and says that he fell
down a flight of stairs.

So I took him
at his word,

and I moved on;
and now 20 years later,

you come in here
and accuse me of murder.

Wow, you really are
defensive, aren't you?

I did my best
in that E.R., okay?

And maybe I wasn't
the best doctor.

That's clear.
Which is why I ended up here.

But am a very good manager.

This department has received
commendations twice

in just the past five years.

So if you have nothing to hide,
why don't you help us out?

Perhaps, if you looked
at the injuries,

something might come to mind
that would explain

why Cooper lied
about the accident.

A-Anything I can do to help.

Yes, of course. I'm sorry.

Right.

We'll be in touch.

Or, if you have anything else,

just call mere.

Of course.

How did it go
with the E.R. doc?

Booth feels he's
hiding something.

I cannot believe
he's back to work.

Has he rested at all
since he got out?

It's Booth-- he's fine.
Determined.

What have you
found, Dr. Edison?

Damage to the carpels,
very little remodeling.

So injuries occurred
around time of death.

They're defensive wounds.

But the victim was
in a hospital bed.

Which means, if he was supine
at the time of an attack,

the injuries suggest he was
pushing away the assailant.

But that doesn't
give us cause of death.

- Or motive.
- Remorse.

Cooper does
the conspiracy's bidding

and advances quickly
through the EPA, right?

Then he gets cancer,
has nothing to lose.

So he stands up to him
and says, no more.

They're threatened, think he
might talk, so they kill him.

That's good. It's very good.

Well, too bad it's
not supported by fact.

Look for any more
defensive wounds.

If he was fighting
for his life,

there must be more
evidence of it.

Thank you.

Well, I'm surprised you want
an opinion from a psychologist.

I don't.
I want an opinion from a friend.

Not Angela?

You know Booth better, Sweets.

And... occasionally...

there is logic behind the
pseudoscience that you practice.

Wow, that's high praise
coming from you. Thank you.

It's just...

Booth is different.

I agree.

He has a lot to deal with,

after all that's happened--

the incarceration,
the attack, now...

Booth suffered trauma before--

war, abduction, confinement,
even torture.

Yeah, but this is different.
I've seen the injuries;

the trauma is similar.
Physically, yeah.

But not, according to my
pseudoscience, psychologically.

Booth is driven by

his belief in honesty,
in honor and service.

Now, Booth's beliefs
have been betrayed

by the organization
that he trusted, that he served.

I-It's as if someone died.

It's like Booth died.

In a sense, he has, you know?

He... he doesn't know
where he fits in anymore.

He-he doesn't have an anchor.

Faith in something
greater than himself.

That's good.

Watch out, or you'll turn
into a psychologist.

Look, Booth is-is

afraid of trusting again--
it's natural.

We just need to show him
it's a risk worth taking.

You're gonna be
a good father, Sweets.

You are.

Come on.

The night that Cooper
came into the E.R.

for his "fall down the stairs,"

there was a homeless man
who was brought in,

who had been in a car accident.

He was the victim
of a hit-and-run.

He died on the
operating table.

The attending physician
was Durant.

You lied to me, Durant.
Agent Booth.

There was another
car accident victim

that came in that night--
the same night as Cooper.

You treated them both.
It was so long ago,

why can't we just forget about it?
Why?

Because Howard Cooper was
murdered; and if you don't talk,

I'm gonna find a way
to pin that on you, too.

I don't know anything
about any murder.

W-With Cooper, I-I just...
I didn't have any choice.

Right, 'cause you
were blackmailed.

How did you know?

Not important;
just talk.

They had security footage
of me stealing oxycodone

from the hospital pharmacy.

I was selling it
to pay for med school.

"They."

Who is "they"?

I don't know.

When Cooper came in,
I got a message

from a nurse that I'd never
seen before, and she said

that they had pictures,
and that they could ruin me.

So you killed the homeless guy?

No. My God, no. He-he had
massive internal bleeding.

And... they didn't care
about him.

They wanted to hold
the hit-and-run over Cooper

so that they could force him
to do what they wanted.

Believe me,
a day hasn't gone by

that I haven't regretted
what I did.

But I didn't have a choice.
I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Foster's chip had
over 1,800 images on it

of people I couldn't identify,

but now that we have a point
of comparison, I can try to...

That was fast.

Well, it's definitely Durant.

21 years ago.

He was telling the truth.

Yeah, but it still doesn't tell
us who was blackmailing him,

just that Durant was
a victim, too.

Hey, Durant
covered up a crime.

I wouldn't call
him a victim.

I'd say he was part
of the conspiracy.

Is there any way to find out who
had access to the surveillance?

Sure, yeah.
I mean, if we find out

who was in charge of security,
we might find out

who he passed the footage to.

Well, the odds are against us.

21 years ago, these systems
weren't digitally coded

or watermarked.

Well, we don't have much else.

Based on the injuries to the
hamate and the triquetral bones,

we have evidence
of a struggle,

but nothing on the bones
that indicates a weapon.

No, that's not
true, Dr. Edison.

There is a scratch on
the spinal process of the C-7.

It doesn't appear
in your notes though.

Well, I guess I missed that.

It was obscured

by the discoloration

from the victim's
leukemia medication.

There appears to be
slight hemorrhagic staining.

Yes.

Perimortem-- has to be
related to his death.

Question is: what caused it?

Well, we know he was
in the hospital.

So maybe... a syringe?

It would be an
18-gauge needle.

Far too large
for a standard syringe.

But it would
correspond to the size

of a wide-gauge needle
used for an I.V. line.

That's definitely a possibility.

Why would an I.V. needle
be inserted into his neck?

It was unintentional.

That's why there are
also scratches

on the clavicle
and left scapula.

Cooper saw that
someone was about

to inject something
into his I.V.

And he knew that someone
was trying to kill him;

that's why he fought back.

And during the struggle,

the killer tried
to jab the needle

into Cooper wherever he could.

But if a toxin was
injected into Cooper,

why didn't it show up
on the tox screen?

Sorry.

I didn't mean to wake you.

She...
She fell asleep.

She's so happy you're back.

Did you find out anything?

I think Cooper was
poisoned somehow.

But we have to
freeze the marrow

before I can do
an immunohistologic study.

A what?

Wait, Bones.

Why is this taking so long?

It's only the second day, Booth.

Every day gives Sanderson
more time to protect himself...

Who the hell's that?

The hell are you doing here?

Sweets sent me.

Can I come in? Kind of feel
like a salesman standing here.

Yes.

Come in.

I'm Special Agent Aubrey.

Uh, James, Jimmy--
I answer to anything.

Dr. Brennan.
I know.

And I'm duly impressed.

Oh, that is adorable.

I got to get one of those.
Aubrey.

Look, Sweets has you working
on this case?

Yeah, because he's not
like you; he trusts me.

I was trying to
track who had access

to the surveillance tapes.

The head of security
at Bethesda Presbyterian

was a guy named Jerold Norsky.

He went to work for a
company called Unitech

three years after catching
Durant in the pharmacy.

Unitech is a subsidiary
of Sanderson Chemical.

This is good.

And bad.

When I told Stark about
the connection to Sanderson,

he pulled me off the case.

What?

Said we were on a
fishing expedition

that was pissing off
some very important people.

Sanderson must be making
more threats.

I wasn't supposed
to tell you any of this,

so maybe you could just say
I came by to see your kid.

Look, where's Norsky now?

He retired--
he's got to be 85 now.

I'm still trying
to track him down.

So if I get fired,
it's your fault.

No, this is my lab,

and those remains
are my responsibility.

Not anymore, ma'am.
We have a court order.

Which I'd like
to peruse, Cher.

What's going on?
They're here

to take Cooper's remains.

They can't take them!
We have the exhumation order.

They found
a family member who says

Cooper's remains
are being defiled.

She wants him reburied
immediately.

Until a judge rules,
we can't touch Cooper.

Could you show us
where the remains are?

No. No.

If you resist
or interfere in any way,

you will be arrested.

It's not gonna help anyone
if you're in jail.

In there,

on the table.
Yes, ma'am.

You know what
you've just given up?

Those remains are all we have.

Make sure you get them all.

I don't want any left behind.

I'm sorry, Cherie.
There's nothing we can do.

We don't have time for more

conspiracy theories,
Dr. Hodgins.

Dr. Edison and I
are trying to decide

how to proceed with the case
with just X-rays.

I wouldn't worry. They took Cooper's
bones, Dr. Hodgins.

They took 206 bones, yes.

But not all of them
were Cooper's.

But I saw them.

They-they were discolored
and cancerous.

Well, Cooper's not the only
37-year-old male

to suffer from leukemia.

You replaced the bones we needed
with ones from limbo?

How-how did you know
they'd come for Cooper?

There's a conspiracy here.

Now, whatever is crucial to us

we must consider
crucial to them.

So I've been playing defense

ever since Cooper's body
was brought in.

I made sure
the bones were frozen

per the immunohistological
protocol.

The bones are still brittle.

I'll need a laser
to slice sections

we can put under
the electron microscope.

That way, we can see
if there were toxins

that changed the cellular makeup
of the marrow.

The marrow would already be
compromised from the leukemia.

But an outside toxin could alter
the damage done by the cancer.

Swab from the scratch on the C-7
showed traces of

"C10, H16, N6, S..."

This is pretty benign.

It's definitely not a toxin.

It's a cimetidine derivative.

Some kind of
H2-receptor antagonist.

Why would the assailant inject
the victim with an antacid?

Actually,
it's quite ingenious.

Wouldn't the cimetidine

interact with
the vinca alkaloids

in the chemo drugs
that Cooper was getting?

My God, you're right.

That would make a standard
chemo treatment lethal.

And the cimetidine has

a half-life of two hours
once it's metabolized.

Which explains why it didn't
show up in the adipocere.

It's a brilliant way
to get away with murder.

Except, I don't intend for him
to get away with it.

Stark doesn't know,
but I found Norsky.

He's in a nursing home
in Abingdon, Virginia.

You trust me, yet?

Don't push it.

Norsky made the
rounds, huh?

Worked for Sanderson, McNamara,
a couple of congressmen...

The facility he's in is
pretty ritzy-- not the kind

of place a security guy
could afford on his own.

It's good work.

I thought so.

Maybe when this is all over, you
could put in a good word for me.

You're bringing that up now?

I got dreams.

What can I say?

Bones.

We know what killed Cooper.

It was an antacid.

What, he ate too many Tums?

It was an experimental formula
that turned out to be dangerous.

The FDA wouldn't approve it,

but the killer had to know

that it would interact with
Cooper's chemo medicine.

Look, then who was the killer?

It was developed
by Sanderson Chemical.

This warrant will get you all
the documents Sanderson has

relating to the drug, its
testing, who had access to it,

everything.

All right, I got it.
No, I got it.

No!
I can pick up a few documents.

We need to talk to the
security guy, Jerold Norsky.

Norsky? I'm gonna be in
that area. Let me do this.

It's fine.

Move fast, Cher.

This is
a Cinderella warrant.

When Sanderson's attorneys
find out about it,

it'll turn
into a pumpkin.

Great. Finally get
to use my siren.

A privilege to work
for the Bureau, isn't it, son?

Yeah, uh...

We just have a few questions
we need to ask you.

Have I shown you my badge?

Well, that there actually is,
uh-- sorry-- my badge, sir.

Oh, yes.

I'm sorry.

So you worked security at
Bethesda Presbyterian Hospital,

didn't you?

I was assigned there, yes.

A... great honor to be chosen.

You go where
Mr. Hoover sends you.

J. Edgar Hoover?

You were with the Bureau?

Yes.

Mr. Hoover called me
a great soldier.

That's why I was chosen.

When Hoover was
in charge of the FBI,

he had secret files
on politicians,

business leaders,
political activists...

I-I know, Bones.

All that stuff was supposed

to have been destroyed
after he died.

Did he send you?

Did Mr. Hoover send you?

No, we're here because...
Yes, actually.

Agent Booth is just
being cautious.

We are updating
Mr. Hoover's files.

And Director Hoover
wants to know

about the operations
that you were involved in...

For a possible
commendation.

Oh.

Possibly we could start
with Hugo Sanderson.

A great patriot-- Mr. Sanderson.

It was a privilege
to work with him.

Booth.

Whoa, whoa. Okay.

Just slow down, Aubrey.
What happened?

What? Yeah, yeah.

Yeah. We-we got to go now.

There was a
report of a gunshot,

I knew he was here, so...

Where is he?

Sweets!
What happened?

I don't know, I don't know.

The paramedics
are on their way.

Sweets, just relax;
you're gonna be okay.

Booth.

Yeah, I'm right here.
Don't move.

He's not shot. I thought
you said there were gunshots.

That was me, actually.

You?
I sh him

He was hit in the nasion,
the philtrum

and the sternum, Booth.

Looks like massive
internal trauma.

He's bleeding
out, Booth.

Tell Daisy not to worry.

She worries too much.

Of course.

Don't talk now, Sweets.

I fought... I fought back.

You'd be proud.

Sweets, don't talk. Why are you
talking all the time?

Bones said don't talk.

He... he got the document.

Doesn't matter right now.

You're gonna be fine.

You, too.

The world is a lot better
than you think it is.

It's...

N-No. No, no.

You-you can start talking now,
Sweets. Come on.

He's gone, Booth.

He's gone.

No, no. No, no. No.

Come on, Sweets.

Hey!

Hey, hey, hey.
Sweets!

Sweets.

Daisy, I-I don't think
you should be here right now.

But I can help.

I have to help.

Of course.

You have to sign
for these remains.

Hodgins, can you give me a hand?

♪ There will be a price to pay ♪

♪ Till all this goes away ♪

♪ So we walk the empty halls ♪

♪ The dirty walls ♪

♪ We smear our names in them ♪

♪ Dirt we find
beneath our nails... ♪

Lance.

Oh, my God.

I don't... know
if I can do this to him.

You can.

This is not Sweets,

this is a set of remains

that will give us the man
who killed Sweets.