Bones (2005–2017): Season 3, Episode 6 - Intern in the Incinerator - full transcript

When Jeffersonian workmen find a young female's fire-consumed body in the incinerator, the forensic pathology team soon concludes it was an institute collaborator, a young intern, and that it must be murder committed a few hours ago. Booth stay to help investigate, which lays bare several possible motives. Despite the apparent connection with the Gormogon serial killer, plausibly planted on purpose, more mundane motives among Jeffersonian staff are pursued systematically, even common crime one wouldn't expect among select scientists.

Smoke comes out of the vent
into the first-floor break room.

You're sure you turned
the flame down last night?

Totally, 100%
guaranteed, positively sure.

Alarm's gone off before, but
the smoke was always gray.

Well, 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 1:00 and 3:00 a.m.

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.

Okay. I am ready to start
the facial reconstruction.

I haven't put on tissue
depth markers yet.

I haven't finished removing
all the carbonized brain matter.

Once you've done that,
Zack can clean the skull.

Angela? Angela?

- Angela.
- Yeah.

Are you all right? What's wrong?


Um, I'm fine.

Uh, 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 I.D.'d the victim.
That's impossible.

I told you you wouldn't like it.

There are no tissue markers. You can't
just 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 from a
skiing accident when she was 16.

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.

Look, I know that we can't say
anything 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 want to know something else?

- She was seeing somebody
who worked here.
- Is that relevant?

Well, Booth will think so,
especially since it was a married man.

Well, did she tell you who?

No. Just that they had 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... I'm sorry.

I'm just really freaked
out by this one.

- Because you know the victim.
- Well, and the killer. I mean, look around.

Do you like thinking that
somebody we see every day...

could've thrown Kristen
into the incinerator?

Now, how can I aid
your investigation?

Well, Dr. Bancroft, I'd like printouts
from the Jeffersonian Security...

detailing who was and
was not in the building.


I'd also appreciate it if you would tell
your people to cooperate with the F.B.I.

Yes, of course, Agent Booth.

I don't know if you've had much
cause to work with scientists.

Difficult people by nature.

Combative, skeptical, 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 the Jeffersonian
for Georgetown University?

In the interest of full disclosure,
I was instrumental in that move.

You fired him? I facilitated
a necessary change.

Necessary change?

Excellent scientist, poor administrator.
Does Reardon know about his daughter?

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.


Ted Reardon? Victim's father?

Yep. Bones is telling
him his daughter's dead.

Rumor has it Bancroft banished
Reardon from the Jeffersonian...

'cause 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?

Sixty already? Wow. Uh-huh.

We're having a big birthday
dinner for him on Thursday night.

You give him my best.

You do it yourself. You have to come
with me. What? No. Not your family.

No. I can't spend the night defending the
fact that I still live alone to my family.

You never told them we broke up?

You want to make a man
miserable on his 60th birthday?

You want me to pretend
that I'm your boyfriend?

Yes. Between 6:30
and 10:00 on Thursday.

Camille, you're an adult. 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 had to tell
someone his child is dead.

I mean, I've been there when
you did it, but to actually...

It's extremely unpleasant.


Listen, did you get a chance to, uh,
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 does Kristen
Reardon do? Authentications.

Other museums and high-end collectors
use us to authenticate their acquisitions.

Is that a big department? Three to
five interns, all doctoral candidates.

My assistant and
myself. That's it.

- Hmm. That's a competitive
environment, right?
- Of course.

You put a bunch of neurotic, type "A" overachievers
together, dangle a prize over their head...

Dr. Klimkew is referring
to the Bates Fellowship.

The top intern receives $75,000 and a gold star
on their résumé. Kristen was the front-runner.

I had heard that her heart wasn't
in it. Didn't show in her work.

God, this is terrible. Do...
Does her father know?

Who's the main rival
for the Bates money?

Uh, that would be Neil Tyler.

Neil Tyler. Where
can I find him?

We're authenticating the
artifacts 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.

You 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 center,

instead of the traditional
"G" for God, there's a skull.

- Gormogon iconography.
- Strange, huh?

We've been seeing
a lot of that in here.

Gormogon? Okay, what's
that? It's an 18th-century...

It's an extinct group dedicated
to eradicating the influence...

of the Freemasons and Illuminati
in Europe in the 18th century.

That could be the largest collection
of Gormogon artifacts in the world.

That's great. You and Kristen
Reardon were here last night?

That's right. Kristen
worked there.

I signed out around midnight.

Kristen stayed
longer, like always.

Okay. Little resentful there?

I worked my way
through state college.

I've got a second job, which
is why I had to leave early.

Kristen went to an Ivy League
school. Her dad's got connections.

Who do you think needed
that Bates Fellowship more?

Well, the way I hear it, you're
next in line for the big payday, pal.

I liked Kristen. She liked me.

Check the logs. I wasn't here.

Do you know who
Kristen was seeing?

You mean, like, romantically?
No. Only that it was an older guy.

And she said I was gonna be really
surprised when I found out who it was.

How 'bout you? You married?

I'm gay, Agent Booth.

Excuse me.

- What do you got?
- Kristen Reardon's bag.

Ah, cell phone.


The bag tells us that Kristen wasn't leaving
the museum when she met with her killer.

Look at that. A lot of calls
to the same number. Booth.

Let's hope it's our
cheating husband.

Kristen was authenticating
artifacts from the Gormogon vault.

Let's not go there. If Gormogon
killed her, then Gormogon is one of us.

Somebody who works at the
Jeffersonian. Oh. You went there.

What? You went there, and
you gave him a nickname.

That just happened,
right? You saw that?

Who is it? Is he dead?

Yes, but only because he was
never alive. You gotta be kidding me.

Look at this. The Gestapo
is interfering with free inquiry.

Guys, just let 'em go. And if
they try to escape, shoot 'em!

- What's with
the dummy, dummies?
- 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, please.

Using bone density tables, we duplicated
Kristen's exact height and weight.

For God's sake, why?

To prove Kristen was dead before her skull
fractured from falling down the incinerator shaft.

We already know that. We
recreated her bone density...

and found that her skull would
not have fractured in the way it did...

from a fall less than 25 meters.

- Oh.
- "Oh" what? English, please!

That tells us the body was put in the trash
chute on the top floor of our building.

The office suites. It's
always the suits, baby.

- Hey, I wear suits.
- Yes. Yes, you do.

All right. That's it. No shooting
of the squints tonight. Sorry.

All right. Good
work. Let's go, Bones.

Kristen Reardon
was stabbed to death.

Aorta and left lung both
punctured. Whoa. She bleed a lot?

Through the wounds. Through
her mouth. Copious amounts.

Booth, everyone's coming around to
the opinion that Kristen Reardon's death...

had something to do
with the Gormogon vault.

Oh, no, no, no. See, we
gotta squelch that one...

'cause that will totally shift
the focus of this investigation.

You might have noticed, but
these people are tough to squelch.

You know what? They're always
telling us not to jump to conclusions.

But when they do, it's called
a quantum leap. Jump, leap.

Tomato, to-mah-to.
What's the difference?

Look, um, does the name
Aldridge mean anything to you?

It rings a bell, yeah. Why?

Because there was no blood near
the incinerator chute on the top floor.

The body could've been wrapped
in plastic or transported in a tub.

There's a Dr. Kyle Aldridge. Heads
up the Middle East department. Why?

Hmm. Do they have
offices in this building?

Middle East department
is in Building "S,"

but it joins up to this
building by a skyway. Why?

- What floor does
the skyway connect with?
- Top floor.

I'm gonna ask why again, and
this time you're gonna tell me.

This guy Aldridge's number's
all over Kristen's cell phone.

Just hold on. Yeah, 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...
- Yes. You still have to come to
my father's birthday dinner.

I didn't even bring
that up. I'm just saying...

- Nice try.
- "Nice try" what?

- Zip.
- I didn't even...


Ah, the good life.

Dr. Kyle Aldridge.

Mansion next to Teddy
Kennedy on Dupont Circle?

A 60-foot 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 than someone else.

Yeah. Listen. I
appreciate the pep talk.

Listen. 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 that you were, uh,

boinking an intern?

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, Agent Booth.

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
Reardon was actually murdered.

All right. Put the lights on.

Okay, Dr. Aldridge. I'd like to ask you a few
questions about the murder of Kristen Reardon.

We gonna go willingly?

I never liked Kyle Aldridge.

He told me once that having a
high I.Q. was no excuse not to bathe.

- I don't believe it.
- No. Those were
his exact words.

"No excuse not to bathe."

- What do you got?
- Consistent with the trauma
to the left lung and aorta.

The C7 vertebrae 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 now.

Excellent name. And
historically accurate.

People, 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. Do you see the difference?

- Mmm.
- So eyes on the evidence, okay?


Zack provided me
with the fragments.

Retrieved from the fifth rib.

- Running it
through the G.C. mass spec.
- What about the incinerator?

I analyzed the ashes in the incinerator and
found carbonized traces of Cedrus libani.

It's a species of
cedar fir from Lebanon.

The Middle East is
Aldridge's area of study.

And the Mesopotamians used cedar
as an odor neutralizer 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 kind of...

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?


Why do you want me
to interrogate Aldridge?

Because he thinks
I'm stupid. You're not.

Thanks, Bones. I know.

During the interrogation, always
refer to the victim by her first name.

Well, you're the one that told
me that personalizing the victim...

doesn't work with
sociopathic serial killers.

They lack all empathy.
You told me that.

Look, we are not looking
for Gorgonzola today.

Gormogon. Gor-mo-gon.

We're looking for someone who murdered one
girl and tossed her down an incinerator chute.

Entirely different kind
of a guy. So inside.

Don't tell me... Don't...
You're not bossing me. Stop it.

Kyle Aldridge
seduced my daughter?

That's what we
hope to find out, Doc.

It was definitely 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 11:00.

Dr. Brennan, surely I merit
someone higher up the food chain...

than an F.B.I. 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 F.B.I., 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?


But first I need to speak with a lawyer and
make arrangements with 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,
Doctor. Cam. Cam.

Wow! You look great.

I mean that objectively,
not as your fake boyfriend.

Thank you. Hey, got your
dad a universal remote.

Even bought the batteries.
Oh, he'll never let us break up.

So, am I driving? No.
My sister's picking us up.

But, of course, she's late. Okay, maybe
she's late because there was traffic.

Maybe she's late
'cause there was a sale.

Oh, great. It's gonna
be one of those nights.

Hey, it's not me. She's the
jealous, competitive one.

Okay. You don't think so?

Look, I'm thinking
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.

- Mwah. Mwah.
- Okay. 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...


No. No. I should never have
said anything. Oh, you poor baby.

Okay, Felicia.

You don't have to say anything.
I'm here. That's all you need to know.

Okay. Let's go.

Let's go! Yeah,
okay. You look great.

Doesn't she look beautiful?
She looks beautiful! God!

I am so lucky to have
you as my girlfriend.

Go easy, big guy. It's gonna
be all night. Oh, tell me about it.

You know, Jack.

You are actually a better
candidate to be Gormogon...

than Kyle Aldridge.

Really? Mmm.

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.

Mm-hmm. I am not waging
a secret war against anybody.

Great. Now if I can only 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?

G.C. mass spec analysis of the
fragment we pulled from Kristen's rib.

It's, uh, 800-year-old copper.

Wait, wait. The murder
weapon is an artifact?

Well, 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
piece, Dr. Klimkew.

The spearhead is
genuine, decorative.

Probably brought back as
a souvenir of the Crusades...

by a Templar Knight
in 1200 or 1300 A.D.

- Go ahead, Hodgins.
- What are you doing?

Did you see Kyle Aldridge the night
that Kristen Reardon was murdered?

Yes. What is he doing
with the spearhead?

It's phenolphthalein. It
won't affect the copper.

But if blood is
present, it'll turn pink.

So what time did
you see the doctor?

- Uh, 11:00, 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.

Frankly, I've been
surprised ever since...

that 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? Oh, oh, oh, oh.
All right. Hold on. Booth.

Hold on. Hold on.

Hold on.

Easy. Easy, easy, easy.

All right. I'll call an ambulance.
We don't need an ambulance.

He's already dead.

That concludes the
autopsy of Dr. Kyle Aldridge.

Written report to follow.

Booth saw Aldridge's widow.

He sent her a suicide
note by e-mail...

apologizing 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 significant trauma, no cardiac
arrest, aneurysm or hematoma.

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 all circles back to the
Authentications department,

who happened to be
working in the vault.

Why don't you and Booth think that
Gormogon is behind these murders?

Because as far as we know, he
only kills males and snacks on them.

Plus, there are far too many other
reasonable suspects. Like who?

- The victim's father.
- Ted Reardon?

He saw you question Aldridge.
Booth said he went pale with anger.

- When did he say that?
- We had dinner the other night
when we... had dinner.

This cord is actually a
hanging rope from England,

circa 1650.

In those days, when
sentenced to death,

nobles often chose a silk cord
rather than rough hemp and rope.

It'd be cool to know who
else might've died on this cord.

If it came from the vault, the cord
probably can't lead us to the murderer.

Au contraire. The
killer left D.N.A.

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.

We find the guy, we
can do a D.N.A. match.

King of the lab.

The skeletal muscles are pulling away
from the bone. What's his potassium level?

Uh, blood serum contains...

10 milligrams
per 100 milliliters.

Elevated, but nonfatal.

It's odd though, because
his kidneys were healthy.

No signs of Addison's
or any medication.

- Succinylcholine.
- A muscle relaxant?

In high doses, it stops
the heart and lungs.

Right. The body turns
succinylcholine into potassium,

which occurs naturally in the
body, so it's not detected as a toxin.

Succinylcholine is one of the
earliest anesthetics known to man.

- Guess how I know that.
- I read Dr. Reardon's book too.

Why are you here?

I'm just 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. All right, listen.

I was supposed to be Cam's boyfriend, but
only between the hours of 6:30 and 10:00.

She kissed me at 6:20, so
technically that doesn't even count.

Cam went to her
office to get something.

Felicia, she just grabbed
me and planted one on me.

I didn't even see it coming. I didn't
even have a defense maneuver planned.

Oh, wow. All right, all right.

Uh, 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.


I really should take my
gun out and shoot you now.

I'm sorry, man.
No, that's... serious.

You're not helping.

Look, I have a son. If I thought
someone hurt him, I'd want to hang him.

I didn't kill Kyle Aldridge.

He was a political enemy
who slept with your daughter,

then killed her after she
threatened to tell his wife.

Juries understand
situations like that.

There's no proof Kyle Aldridge
killed my daughter. Do you need proof?

Yes. And for a jury to be sympathetic
to me, they'd need proof as well.

Do you have that
proof, Agent Booth?

Aldridge didn't
die from hanging.

poisoning can't be proven.

Right. Nobody knows
that better than you.

You literally wrote
the book on it, Doc.


can you roll up your
sleeves, please?

This is a sample of
800-year-old bronze.

Why am I interested in that?

Because we found a fragment of
800-year-old copper in Kristen Reardon.

Different metals. Right.
Copper is an ingredient in bronze.

And when Angela accused me of
being Gormogon, it started me 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 put the serial killer in
the vault out of my mind...

and started considering Kristen's
murder as its own singular occurrence.


From the outside, you are a pretty
good candidate to be Gormogon.

It's possible...

that the copper in
Kristen's wound...

was an unalloyed chip
from a larger piece of bronze,

like a chocolate chip that
didn't melt in the cake mix.

And the Jeffersonian's
full of bronze weapons.

None of which are
in Gormogon's vault.

Are you able to match a bronze
weapon to a copper fragment?

Theoretically, but it would
take about 200 years...

to test every bronze
weapon in the Jeffersonian.

I might be able
to help with that.

I worked up a 3-D model of Kristen's
murder, and I noticed something.

This is Kristen.

The angle of attack
was exactly 67 degrees.

- As you can see, the weapon
went right through her.
- Which is weird.

Why? We've been assuming
that Kristen was stabbed.

Someone would have to be awfully
tall to stab downward at that angle.

And incredibly strong.
6'8" and 300 pounds.

No one at the
Jeffersonian looks like that.

- It'd be pretty tough for
someone like that to sneak in.
- Alternative explanations?


Blood stain analysis indicates Kristen
was killed on Aldridge's worktable.

And there's no evidence on the
surface suggesting that a projectile...

exited Kristen's body
and struck the table.


Kristen was impaled? Like a
piece of paper on a message spike.

Visualize 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 back
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.

Overcome with remorse, 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, symbolically
aligning himself with the serial killer.

Whoa, Dr. Bancroft. Aldridge
arranged to meet the federal attorney?

Through the Jeffersonian 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 fight nor fly,

but coward-like with
trembling terror, die."

Unfortunately for
Mr. Shakespeare,

Dr. Aldridge didn't
actually commit suicide.

He died of
succinylcholine poison.

It's my understanding that that can't be
proven, at least not 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 the forensics lab...

that Dr. Aldridge was murdered.

Fine. Prove it.

But watch your backs...

because 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.

Well, be careful.

I feel like I was
just threatened.

I've checked every bronze weapon in the
Jeffersonian that matches Angela's criteria.

None are consistent with the
fragment removed from Kristen.

Well, obviously we're looking for
a weapon that was smuggled in.

Yeah? Well, hey. What
were those noises?

There is no way to smuggle an 800-year-old
bronze weapon into the Jeffersonian.

No. No. We have X-rays,
guards, metal detectors.

You come in with anything bigger
than a watch, they search you.

You two are geniuses.
How would you do it?

- It's absolutely impossible.
- Unless you mail it.

Oh. Yeah, right. There's that.

- What?
- If you mail something
to the Jeffersonian,

it doesn't need to be cleared
by Customs or Security.

Okay. You're saying if I want to get a
stolen artifact into the United States,

all I have to do is mail
it to the Jeffersonian?

Technically, yes, but the fact is we check
and report all items to the government.

Okay. Who's "we?" The
Authentications department.

Oh, okay. 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.

I suppose Gormogon could've
mailed himself to the Jeffersonian,

stole an I.D. and
simply walked out.

- This has got 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.

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.

I mean, you guys aren't
exactly C.I.A. material.

Daffodil? What? They're pretty.

It looks like Kristen might have
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 their pieces are being
sold on the black market.

This murder has nothing to do
with the vault or a serial killer.

So Kristen Reardon
was a smuggler?

More than likely
killed by a smuggler.

She goes to report something,
and the smuggler kills her. Yeah.

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-favorite flower.
I know you, Bones. Try a planet.


Hey. Hey.

I owe you. No, you don't.

I do. 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's the big deal?

I mean, you and I aren't
actually, you know, 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
so great between you guys.

You didn't think you
should ask me first?

Sorry. Didn't seem like
he was all that into you.

Time out. Let's
get real here, okay?

You are fighting over something
that does not even exist. What?

We don't go out anymore.
We broke up a long time ago.

And you brought him
for Dad so he'd still think...

You know Dad. I'd never hear the end of it.
You saw how he lit up when he got that remote.

It can handle up to eight
different devices. We know, Booth.

Why didn't you tell
me you guys split up?

You want him?
Take him. I don't care.

- I don't want him.
- You don't?

I was just trying to get back at
you for being so perfect all the time.

So you admit it?
Like you're a saint?

She used to go into my
closet with all 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
so we miss lunch.

You made reservations? I thought
we'd have to eat from a cart in the street.

Wow. You two can have lunch after
all this? Like you can ruin a meal?

Okay, that's it. I don't
know who you think...

Don't raise your
voice to her, Seeley.


Let's go. 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.

- Sixty-seven 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 D.N.A. evidence.

It's not here.

What do you mean
it's not here anymore?

According to
Jeffersonian records,

the oryx was mailed to Box 99,
Poplar Street Post Office in Arlington.

What? The Jeffersonian's being
used to smuggle Iraqi artifacts?

- Has the F.B.I. been informed about this?
- Yes, Dr. Bancroft.

Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan are trying to arrange
to have the post office staked out tomorrow.

Good. Good. That's good.

It's Cam.

I told him. You were right. He wasn't
happy when I said the F.B.I. already knew.

Thanks. Now we'll see if he's a part of it
or just another ass-covering bureaucrat.

Good hunting.

Hmm. Little game there, Bones.

Who shows up
for the Iraqi Bambi?

There are a number
of possible candidates.

Come on. I mean, it's a
stakeout. Play with me. Speculate.

- My money's on Bancroft.
- What? The head of
the Jeffersonian? Why?

He's a dill weed.

- You think he's a murderer just
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, I'm afraid that their
deaths are on your hands.

How do you figure?

Well, this silver skeleton Gormogon
serial killer is obviously involved.

You brought him into our house.

No. 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 that if I didn't
help him dispose of the body,

he'd expose my smuggling
deal and I would go to prison.

Well, I guess that's it then,
huh, Bones? Case closed.

Right. Well, except
somebody killed Kyle Aldridge.

No, he hanged himself. Ow!

Well. 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.

Ow! It's over, Evan.

Do either of you
know a good lawyer?

Okay, don't take it so hard.

I'm not taking anything
hard. What are we? Russian?

Ah! Na Zdorov'ye! Yeah.


I'll tell you what else I know.

What you're taking hard...

is, uh, the fact that it
happened in your house.

It's not my house.
Not where you sleep.

The... Your favorite place. The
house of reason. The Jeffersonian.

Oh. It's not my favorite place.

- Yes, it is.
- What? No, it's not... How do you know?

Daffodil, daisy,


Okay, I'll tell you
what else I know.

You were hoping
that it was Gorgonzola.

- Gormogon.
- Ah! So you admit it!

Uh... Accidentally.

Does... 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 you were
betrayed by one of your own.


Are you going to betray me?


Nonetheless, I
shall be vigilant.


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!


You missed.

What's that mean?