Bones (2005–2017): Season 5, Episode 12 - The Proof in the Pudding - full transcript

It's clear as a photograph.
You don't see anything in the cheese?

Nothing? You don't see anything?

Seeing patterns where none exist
is a symptom of schizophrenia.

Why, what do you see?

Michael Jackson doing his...

I don't know what that is.

Come on, you don't see anything?

It's like when a kid, he looks up at the sky
and he sees the clouds...

Oh, I get it. Yes. Your mind forms patterns
from random information.

- Um, Booth, I have a lot of work.
- Right.

No. I just wanted to bring by the pizza
so you could eat.



It's important that you eat. I will...

See you Monday?

Nothing? Come on. King of Pop?

This Is It? Thriller? No?
All right, I'll see you Monday.

- Bye, Booth.
- Yep.

Strange question, I know, but I got to ask.

Are you by any chance pregnant?

No. I haven't had sexual intercourse
in quite some time.

- Do you want to know why I'm asking?
- You're holding a home pregnancy test.

I assume it's positive,
and you're worried about losing the most

important person in this lab.

No. Very modest. I'm asking
because Michelle was here earlier

this afternoon,
and the only other two people,

besides me, that use that bathroom
are you and Angela.



Well, Angela is currently sexually active.

- Very true.
- With Wendell.

Very, very active.

And even if they used condoms,
Wendell is young.

- His sperm is likely to be extremely motile.
- You are so cheering me up right now.

Dr. Saroyan, I was hoping I could pick up

those Strength Deployment
Inventory results from you.

Oh!

- You didn't hand them out.
- I was going to,

but there was real work that needed doing.
Next week, for sure.

Okay, but these aptitude tests
will help you as an administrator

to put the right people in key positions...

- You're not listening to me, are you?
- No offense intended.

Angela, quick question.
Is this your home pregnancy test?

I beg your pardon?

Are you pregnant? Please say yes.

Oh.

Hey, don't look at me.

I'm so sorry. I thought we were alone.

Hey, you know, you don't have
to keep it a secret from me

if, you know, you're pregnant.

I mean, I can be happy
for you and Wendell.

Wait a minute.
Why are you asking me?

Well, it isn't mine,

and Dr. Brennan doesn't make life choices
without a Boolean flowchart,

so I hoped it might be you.

I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy.

- What was that all about?
- Yeah, well, what makes Cam crazy?

- When I do experiments.
- And...

Michelle?

- Michelle.
- Ooh.

Sixteen.

Ouch.

Really? Cam,
these guys won't let me leave.

What's going on?

Everyone in this facility
is confined to this facility.

I'm in charge of this facility.

Not tonight, Dr. Saroyan.

Please secure the exits.

Who are you guys?

I am Mr. White from the
General Services Administration.

The people we order our paper cups
and pencils from?

What's going on?

Ah. Dr. Brennan. Hello.

Your government requires you
to figure out

how this person died.

Until you do,
we are all locked in here together

- as a matter of national security.
- Even me?

He's just an FBI psychologist.

No one in, no one out,
by order of the federal government.

Now, you have till dawn tomorrow
to fulfill this task.

What possible incentive

do these people have
to comply with your orders?

Perhaps the fact that you're all
paid by the federal government?

Threats are not really
gonna work for you tonight.

Okay, fine. How about patriotism,
professionalism, scientific curiosity?

Take your pick.

But the sooner you people figure out
what killed this individual,

the sooner life gets back to normal.

What do you want, Sweets?
Working out, building up a sweat.

Booth, I'm at the lab.

- Why are you whispering?
- A bunch of government guys came in.

They sealed the place up.
They brought in a body.

- They won't let anyone come or leave.
- What? Slow down.

What government guys?

They said they're from
the General Services Administration.

Uh, whoa.

They're supposed to be
in charge of promoting

efficient government operations,

like leasing office space and buying paper
in bulk. It doesn't make any sense.

Who else is there?

Doctors Brennan, Saroyan, Hodgins,

- Angela, and me.
- So they knew to come

when the techs were gone
for the weekend.

Why won't they let me leave?
I'm a psychologist.

- Look, I'll look into it.
- What should I do? Booth? No!

No destructive testing
is allowed, not even the smallest sample.

These remains will leave in exactly
the condition in which they arrived.

My men and I will observe,
and no one enters or leaves the premises.

Now that you've kidnapped my lab and
my people, maybe you could tell me why.

You have not
been kidnapped, Doctor.

You've been seconded by your government
to do your patriotic duty.

Your "no samples" restriction
will severely limit our insights.

We require only cause of death.

There are a number of samples in here
which you may examine.

But they, too, must not be harmed.

Identification of these remains
is priority zero.

Excuse me.

Is there any way I could just persuade you
to look at these and guess cause of death?

- Guess?
- I need to get home to kill Michelle.

So any of you guys, you like hockey? No?

Ah, knitting? Modern dance?
Ultimate fighting? Huh?

Saw a flicker from you, pal.
I got you pegged.

Mr. Ultimate Fighter here.
Oh, look at this. It's the chief.

FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth.

Mmm-hmm.

That's right. I showed you mine.
You want to show me yours?

- You can call me Mr. White.
- Right,

from the General Services Administration.

So why'd you lock up my people?

That information's classified.
And they're not actually your people.

- I want to go inside.
- That's not gonna happen.

You timed this, didn't you?
So I wasn't in there.

Do you need help getting home?

- This guy, look at him, huh?
- Definitely water polo.

Thanks for that.

Booth, you find out anything?

Listen, can you talk? Is anyone else there?

Only the good guys.

All right, put me on speaker.

Hey, this is weird, Booth.

How do we know
these guys aren't terrorists?

All right, look,
they're not terrorists, okay?

They're standard federal issue agents.

Why would the General Services
Administration bring in a body?

Standard federal issue cover-up.

This is the first time I have ever been
as paranoid as Hodgins.

You're FBI property. If anyone's gonna
lock you up, it's gonna be me.

Why are these guys
letting us use cell phones?

Why? Because whatever they're doing,
these guys think they're untouchable.

Male, from the subpubic angle.

Last phase development
at costochondral junctions.

Older than 39 at the time of death.

This L4 vertebra

shows evidence of having
been badly compressed.

Yowch! Not even two-thirds normal size.
Poor guy was in agony.

Spinal degeneration, osteoporosis.

Disease, steroids.

Hard to tell what caused it
without doing a bone sample.

Bone graft. Looks like a repair
to a screw hole.

Huh.

I count three. Metal plates?

Indicating multiple corrective surgeries.

Which could help us
positively identify these remains.

No, Mr. White told us to regard
identification as a zero priority.

I'm not as good as you are
at doing what I'm told.

Thank you. We can't check DNA
or take bone scrapings for mass spec.

Samples, particulates,
these should go to Hodgins.

Fire in the hole. Hodgins!

Oh.

You said "fire in the hole"

to warn me that you intended
on startling those men.

Like I said, I'm not really
the good soldier type.

Calcification on the left radius.

Could I suggest that cause of death

probably won't be found
in the extremities?

- Check out this skull.
- Well, that would certainly be fatal.

- Blunt-force trauma?
- Or high-velocity gunshot.

Was that you?
Who knew you could yell like that?

- Well, she scared the guards.
- I find that so hot.

That's all for you.

There are very distinctive
marks on the remaining frontal bone.

Like a metal grid scratched
across it postmortem.

No tests that degrade the samples.

I'm too young to be a grandmother.

In some cultures, you're old enough
to be a great-grandmother.

- But not this one.
- I've been cogitating on

the problem of how to date these bones
without compromising them.

I'll take one and compare it
to dated bones.

Dr. Brennan,

- where are you going?
- To bone storage. It's in the basement.

So, this guy's Government Services
Administration ID said "Mr. White"?

That's it.

- You recognize him?
- No.

- God, I hate these covert guys.
- Right.

- I'm going in.
- No, no, no. You aren't.

- Why?
- It's unprofessional

- in terms of interagency cooperation.
- Huh?

I said it like that
so you'd know I wasn't serious.

- Right. So you're going to help me.
- What? Are you serious?

- Yeah. Why?
- No!

Not stopping you is not
the same as helping you.

But I will help after, when you're in some
nonexistent CIA prison or whatever.

Yeah, okay. Thanks for the support.

Hey, there's a reason I'm the boss
when you're plainly the better FBI agent.

- I'll note that.
- I'll poke around for some answers.

See if I can muddy the waters a little bit.

- All right. Okay. Thanks, boss.
- Yeah. Hey, Booth.

- Yeah?
- You mind telling me

why it's so important you get in there?

They're my people.

Oh, God. Now you're going to prove
that you're a better man

than I am, too?
That you care more about your people?

How am I going to get anywhere
with Temperance

if you keep making me look bad
in comparison?

Hey, Sweets.

Hodgins says they're listening
to everything we say to each other.

- Is that true?
- Forget about that.

What? So just ignore it? Talk normally?

- Yeah, go ahead. Give it your best shot.
- Okay.

Well, I made some observations.

The big guys barely glance at each other,

but they're ready to respond
as a unit easily.

They've either been partnered up for years,

or they've been through
some pretty hairy situations together.

Right. Right. So it's an active unit.

Also, they don't respect Mr. White.

When he's not looking,
they flick their eyes toward each other.

- Right. They don't like working for him.
- Yes, exactly.

But they treat the body on the gurney
with great deference.

- Fallen comrade.
- That was my first thought.

Attaboy, Sweets. Attaboy.

Who do you think we've got here?
Jimmy Hoffa?

There. Another cloth fiber. Wool.

It could be, like, D.B. Cooper, that hijacker.

But we're not supposed to conjecture
about the identity of the victim.

No, we're not supposed to investigate.

This is America, baby.
We can conjecture all we want.

Well, he does have a good brow line
and nice, strong jaw.

I mean, whoever he was,
he was good-looking.

You should do
a reconstruction.

Hair. It's probably human.

Don't you think they're going
to know what I'm doing?

So what? Just tell them
we need to see what the,

you know, victim's skull looked like
before the damage.

Did you find anything?

The victim died within months
of the Limited Test Ban Treaty.

That was in 1963.

You look like you're about to explode.

Is there, by any chance,

a nick on a right rib somewhere near
the third thoracic vertebra?

Yes. Most likely caused
by a transiting bullet.

Hodgins, you're vibrating.

One of the fiber samples
turned out to be pink wool.

The bad back?
A nick from a transiting bullet?

1963?

Wait. Pink wool, as in Chanel?

She never left his side.

Severe head wound. Oh, my God.

This is President John F. Kennedy.

Why would they bring us JFK's remains
after all these years?

Because people have
a thirst for the truth.

And other people want to make sure
that truth is never proclaimed.

Which are these?

I've been considering, in what kind
of casket was the President buried?

Mahogany.

That's a good casket. How could his
remains be completely skeletonized?

If the casket was compromised
and allowed in oxygen and moisture,

skeletonization could have occurred.

It's naive of us to imagine
that Kennedy's remains

were ever actually interred at Arlington.

The hair I found? No cuticle or cortex.
It's synthetic.

As it happens, after JFK was shot,

the funeral home tried
a cosmetic fix with wig hair,

wax, and a metal mesh holding it in place.

Ah!

The mesh would explain
the crisscross patterns on the skull.

I can't confront Michelle about something
this big over the telephone, right?

The fact that you may be
investigating the murder

of the President of the United States?

No. The fact that she's pregnant.

Booth!

Hiya, Bones.

Booth?

Bones?

- Are you all right?
- Yeah. I can tell you,

those are a couple of big guys.

Did you figure out
who the dead guy is yet?

Hodgins and Cam are convinced
that it's John F. Kennedy.

The 35th President of the United States

who was assassinated
on November 22, 1963.

I know who JFK is.

Also, Cam is certain
that Michelle is pregnant.

Usually, that would be big news,
but right now, it's not so much. It's JFK?

Wait. Was Hodgins the first
to say that it was JFK?

- Yes.
- Then it's not JFK.

No.
Hodgins is an excellent scientist.

- Hey, Mr. White.
- How'd you get past the guards?

Sniper training. It trained me
how to walk really, really quietly.

You are now restricted
to the building, of course.

Damn. Who saw that coming?

Awkward. Awkward.

- Very awkward.
- What's awkward?

- About Michelle.
- Oh, I'm going to call her right now

and tell her that I need to talk to her
as soon as I get out of here.

- About the pregnancy test?
- She lied to me.

She told me to my face that
she wasn't having sex with that boy.

She lied to my face.

It's my pregnancy test.

I'm sorry, Cam.
I would have told you sooner.

But Hodgins was in the room, and...

- Oh, thank God. No, I mean...
- It's okay.

- You all right?
- Um...

I'm a bit in shock.

- Well, does Wendell know?
- No.

No, no. Only you and I know.

And, I mean, really,
shouldn't Wendell be the first to know?

But I figured that you...

- You need to know.
- Because I was

freaking out about Michelle. Thank you.

Yeah.

Any luck finding out what's going on?

Nobody knows anything. Whatever this is,
it's locked down pretty tight.

Do you have any idea who these guys are?

Well, they took me down
in classic Secret Service protocol.

Secret Service?
Do yourself a favor.

Don't tell any Reagan jokes or mention the
Bush shoe incident. They get really mad.

Right. You have any contacts
inside the White House?

Of course I do.
I'm extremely well connected.

I'm insulted you even asked that question.

Do I have any contacts
in the White House?

Oh.

- Wow.
- So, Wendell should be the first to know,

but you should be the second
and since I told Cam,

I should tell you.

Do I say, "Congratulations"?

I don't know.
I mean, it's not the right time.

- It's not the right guy.
- Well, you know, Wendell,

he might rise to the occasion.
I mean, you know, he's a good guy.

No, I didn't mean that. I mean...

A baby.

I mean, you're linked to that person
for the rest of your life.

Like, way more than if you're married.

I mean, you're linked
through another human being, a soul.

Okay. I'm gonna say, "Congratulations."

Not for today,

but for how you're going
to feel about this later on.

Well, I might not even keep it.

You're going to keep it, Angela.

You always wanted kids. Lots of them.

I'm gonna go get the others.

Okay.

That is not JFK.

Kennedy was on steroids
to treat Addison's disease.

That's what wrecked his back
and adrenals.

Well, that would create
a more Cushingoid appearance.

You are not permitted
to identify the victim.

In order to recreate what happened
to the skull, we need to encase it in flesh.

- It's totally nondescript, as you can see.
- You know who I kind of see?

- Ricky Martin.
- Alex Trebek.

- James Garner.
- I see Booth.

- You think that looks like me?
- Yes, I do.

I'll be in the Bone Room,
looking at the actual skull.

Hey. So, if it was JFK,

Angela's facial reconstruction
would have shown us this, right?

No. Facial reconstructions
are not photographs, Booth.

There's a wide latitude for interpretation.

There. This could be the point of entry.

The semicircle is beveled,
wider on the inside than the outside.

That was the entry?

If the victim was shot
from the rear, yes.

The beveling is usually like an arrow,
pointing toward the shooter.

As to the exit,
we're missing some skull fragments.

Maybe they were held back on purpose.

Possibly, but it's much more likely
that they were pulverized

and scattered by the bullet impact.

Forensic techniques in the early '60s
were relatively primitive.

Check above the right temple on the skull
or a fragment from there.

So suddenly you're an expert
in ballistic forensics?

That's where JFK's exit wound was.

Why do you know so much
about the Kennedy assassination?

Bones, I'm a trained sniper.
How quickly you forget.

Well, well, you were right about the exit.

Right. Well, it doesn't mean
that it's the President.

I mean, people get shot in the head
all the time, right?

That's true. Well, perhaps Angela
can recreate the situation

under which this wound occurred.

Or she could recreate JFK's shooting
so we can rule him out, right?

- Ah.
- Yeah.

I requested this animation
from the Justice Department.

I found a right rear entry
with an exit in the right parietal region.

Kennedy wounds exactly.

Right. So his head
went back and to the left.

Look, heads do all sorts of crazy things
when you shoot them.

Since this is based on the official record,
we can't believe it.

Here we go.

You think there's no way the President
of the United States gets murdered

in public in broad daylight
and the truth gets covered up?

That's right. It doesn't happen.
This is America.

The highest form of patriotism
is to be skeptical of the official truth.

That is why the First Amendment,

free speech, is first in the Constitution
you would die to protect.

The lone gunman version isn't possible.

The guy in front, John Connolly,
gets shot 1.6 seconds after Kennedy.

- It's a piece of cake.
- With a World War II Italian rifle

that was older than Lee Harvey Oswald?
Come on.

I'm sorry, but have you ever shot a rifle?

If I had one of those guns right now,

- I'd show you right now.
- You're on.

No one is allowed
to leave the Jeffersonian.

No, we don't have to leave.

I know exactly where to find

an exact replica of the rifle
here at the Jeffersonian.

Great.

Lee Harvey
Oswald's rifle is in the Jeffersonian?

No, no, but the FBI used an exact replica
to recreate the assassination.

We've got that down in storage.

But they said we have to stay
in the lab area.

- The janitor's closet is in the lab area.
- Good.

All right, a couple years ago, right,
I check out the claims

of this conspiracy group
that says that the Jeffersonian

was a Masonic construction.

They said that there was a passageway.

Well, it turns out to be true.

Check this out. There's a fake wall
in the janitor's closet, covers a ladder.

So, what, we just sneak in one by one,
hope they don't see us?

- Yeah. You got a better idea?
- Sounds good to me.

So I used the fact
that Mr. White was eavesdropping on us

- to sow the seeds of discord.
- What?

You know, I lodged in his subconscious
that his men don't respect him.

Sweets, these guys are pros.

You didn't lodge anything
or sow any seeds.

Oh, wow. Hope Hodgins' map is accurate.

Okay, so the JFK investigation stuff
is over there.

Okay, I'm gonna say something

that's gonna make you think
that I'm as paranoid as Hodgins.

Okay.

- This feels like a test to me.
- Who's being tested?

I don't know. The men in black suits,
Dr. Brennan, Dr. Saroyan, you?

- Me?
- Yeah, maybe even me. I don't know.

It just feels like a test.

I can't be more specific. Is that it?

0-1-0-3-3. This is it.

- There it is.
- Is that the actual weapon?

No. It's a perfect replica made by the FBI.

Perhaps the most hated weapon
in United States history.

Uh, Mr. White? Yeah, I've done all I can do,
so I'm gonna leave the premises.

I'm sorry. That's impossible.

You can't stop me
because I'm an American,

- so I've got rights.
- I'd rather not hurt you.

Hey, nice job with Bush
and the whole flying shoe incident,

by the way.
I want to compliment you on that one.

Hey, you want to try me
instead of some bigmouth scientist? Huh?

Yeah. I thought so. Come on, get up.

That Bush comment to him?
You're lucky he didn't paralyze you for life.

Easy.

- Here's the entry wound close up.
- A little circumcircular geometry.

Perpendicular bisectors reveal the center.

And our diameter is...

6.5 mm.

Same caliber as Oswald's rifle.

Hey, guys, guys, listen.

I'm gonna need some science jibber-jabber
to distract these guys.

Oh, you know who can do jibber-jabber?

- Who?
- Me.

Perfect. My lucky day. Come on. All right.

You want my permission

- to shoot a cantaloupe?
- Yes.

- With my sidearm?
- You took away Agent Booth's firearm.

You want our best work?
This is what we do.

And this experiment is essential
to cause of death?

Because you have forbidden us
from taking samples

in order to estimate the osteoconductivity
of the oblique taphonomic remodeling

pertaining to the midsagittal plane,

cephalometric transaction

or translation, if you will,
of the intermatrix can be deduced

by correlating the force-displacement
values with the osteogenic

and geogenic hydrogel nanocomposite
we placed inside the surrogate.

- Which is the cantaloupe.
- You understand me perfectly.

- How many bullets?
- Just one.

- We'll be watching.
- Bring your popcorn.

Good work.

I placed the rifle
where Booth could get it.

The President's limo was traveling
approximately 4.5 meters per second.

- How fast is that?
- Ten, 11 miles per hour. Okay.

So when the lights flash green,

it'll be the correct speed,
and Booth can fire.

Ready?

Go!

Twenty minutes after this operation ends,

your career
in the federal law enforcement is over.

- Hey, Mr. White, enough.
- None of your results will survive.

All this was for nothing.

1.6 seconds exactly.

Case closed.
Oswald could have made the shot.

Booth, Oswald was a lousy shot.
You're one of the best.

Yeah, with none of the nerves
that an actual assassin would experience.

In a lab, no wind,
no distractions, aiming at fruit.

I mean, come on.
You barely made the shot.

Yeah, I hate to admit this, Booth,
but Hodgins is making a pretty good point.

All he's proving is he made up his mind.

Oswald shot Kennedy.
We just proved that. Okay?

- Booth?
- Yeah?

Simple entry wound here.

If you look closer,
there are micro-fractures radiating

from the exit wound, which suggests
it wasn't an exit but an entrance.

Reverse beveling.

I'm sorry, it's true.

If this is another entry
from a completely different angle,

then logically,
there was a second gunman.

Two shooters.
You know what that proves to me?

Only that there were two shooters.

No, that those remains
are not John F. Kennedy.

Why is it so important to you
that this not be President Kennedy?

If it was him,
he was killed by two gunmen.

Yes.

And if he was killed by two gunmen,
then the government lied.

- They covered it up.
- Throughout history,

governments have lied with impunity
to other governments

and to their own citizens.

Booth, does this have
anything to do with the fact

that your ancestor
was a famous assassin?

- Bones...
- John Wilkes Booth, who killed

- President Lincoln.
- You promised you'd never mention that.

- You said that to me.
- No, you told me not to! I never promised!

But I promise now! I promise now!

- So did you find anything?
- Did you hear

about this congressional committee

that's trying to get permission
to exhume JFK?

Why the hell would anybody want
to do that?

To see if modern forensic methods
can tell us anything

about the circumstances of his death.

Well, Teddy Kennedy believed
in the Warren Commission

all the way up to the day he died.

Yeah, and Bobby Kennedy was suspicious
right up until the day he was assassinated.

What does that have to do
with our friends here in the black suits?

All I was able to find out
is that there are parties

very interested in the outcome
of that congressional hearing.

Booth, are you being held
against your will?

Come on.
I could get out if I wanted to.

That's not the question I asked you.

I asked you
is an agent of the FBI being held

by persons unknown against his will?

Yeah, we all are.

Then I find, on behalf of the FBI,
I'm annoyed by their arrogance.

Hey, I'll have Brennan's analysis
of the entry angles up in one second.

Ange.

Yeah?

You're gonna have this baby.

- I don't know that yet.
- Yeah, well,

when you do, I've been thinking,

you're gonna try to raise this kid
on your own.

Wendell is a very decent guy.

- He's a great guy.
- I know.

But he's a struggling grad student,

and you're gonna minimize
his responsibilities

for his own good.

Jeez.

Regular Nostradamus there, huh, Hodgins?
Predicting the future?

Says the woman who consults a psychic.
My point is, I'm your guy.

What?

I'm your guy. I love you. I love you.

And I want to help you
in whatever way I can.

If you want to move in together,
if you want to get married,

I'm here for you, and for the baby,

in whatever role you need.

Okay.

There's calcification on the left radius.

You keep returning to the victim's arm.

The victim didn't die
from a little calcification.

Yeah, even I can tell

that two bullets to the head
probably did him in.

You two don't understand.
Booth is a very patriotic man.

He believes
this is the greatest country ever.

Being the best
doesn't mean being perfect.

It's naive to think that a country the size
and influence of the U.S.

doesn't pursue secret agendas.

The Kennedy assassination
wasn't a secret agenda.

It was a black stain,
a dark moment in history.

Do you know how many people
Booth has shot for his country?

Approximately 50.

Wow, that's a lot of blood
to have on your hands.

I mean, it's the kind of thing
that would keep a person awake at night.

And Booth did that

because he trusted that it was right.
And who did he trust?

The government.

Oh.

If they lied about the murder
of a president, they can lie about anything.

Dr. Brennan, Dr. Saroyan,
your work is done. Thank you.

- No, but we're not finished.
- The good news is,

- you all get to go home.
- Our results are inconclusive at best.

No. There's still unexplained calcification
on a radius bone.

In an hour,
you'll find that this never happened.

But if you didn't want the truth,
then what was this all for?

I have no idea.

No, wait, wait.

One more piece of analysis
and we get the whole truth.

The whole truth is not the point.

Please, pack the remains up
for transportation.

Mr. White.

For future reference,
you might want to inform your bosses

that we don't do half-truth here.

Hey. What is this?

You aren't pregnant.

When I thought it was Michelle,
I retested the sample.

I just got the results. It's a false positive.

Well, thank you for this.

So, you found cause of death.
You think it's Kennedy. What's left?

There are loose ends.

How long is it gonna take you
to tidy up your loose ends, here?

The big man always comes through.
Always.

Those remains ready for transport?

- Yeah, there's a problem.
- What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna give you the time you need
in order to find out the truth.

Ah, Mr. White. How are you?

What are you doing, Agent Booth?

You know what?
Your job is to protect the President.

My job is to solve murders.

Ooh.

Oh!

What have you got, feeb?

Good old American classic
on that one, pal.

- Oh, my God.
- Man, you Butch Cassidy'd them.

Oh! That was totally ninja.

May be some anger issues there,
but you kicked ass.

Stand down and drop your weapons.

This facility is officially

under the jurisdiction
of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Oh, man.

Ten seconds earlier,
I would have been the hero, right?

Booth.

- Is that pudding?
- Yes.

I adjusted the specific gravity

with a thickening agent
to assure the test's efficacy.

But pudding?

- Whoa. Something happened.
- Yes.

One of these bones sank
and the other one floated.

- In the pudding?
- Yes. The heavy bone is healthy.

The one that's still floating
is riddled with osteomyelitis.

President John F. Kennedy
never had osteomyelitis.

Come here.

You really didn't
want this to be JFK.

You know, you kept looking
because of me.

Thanks, Bones.

I've been speaking with Mr. White here
from the General Services Administration,

and we've come to the conclusion

that any reports we all write
should be carefully worded.

As in, there shouldn't be
any words in them.

No words?

No words.

Hi, Temperance. You look great.

Thank you, Andrew.
It's nice to see you again.

Did Booth describe to you

how I came crashing in
through the front doors to rescue you?

No. I would have liked to have seen that.

You know, I was able
to take those guys down

because they were not working as a team.
You want to know why?

Because Sweets here was able to put
a worm of a doubt in Mr. White's brain.

Thank you, Booth. But I'm pretty sure
that the whole thing

was part of some kind of test.

- And who was being tested?
- It wasn't a test.

It was the government
trying to figure out

if modern forensic analysis could solve
the greatest mystery of all time.

Yeah, but the victim turned out
not to be Kennedy.

What if the only part of Kennedy

that wasn't Kennedy
was that floating arm bone?

Maybe I was being tested, you know,
after my brain surgery.

- Or me.
- Come on, guys.

If they were testing anybody, it's me.

They think
I'm a paranoid conspiracy theorist.

Or maybe they were testing me

to see if I could run a lab
in a professional manner.

Well, you do realize that, all these tests,
everybody failed.

Not me. I figured out the truth.

There's a congressional committee
suggesting that Kennedy be exhumed.

You mean
we were some sort of dry run?

And that's why
we couldn't mark the bones.

Except they weren't Kennedy's bones.

No.

They weren't Kennedy's bones.

So, can I get you a cab?

I'm not pregnant.

It was a false positive.

Oh.

Well, that must be a big relief.

- Yeah.
- Everything goes back to normal.

How it was before.

Yeah. Yeah,

- but I want to... I want to thank you for...
- No.

Hey, forget it.

I'll never forget it.

Were you aware
that JFK had scarlet fever in childhood?

Hodgins informed me of that fact, yes.

Scarlet fever can cause osteomyelitis.

It's very rare, Cam.

It can happen in approximately
one in a hundred cases.

It's statistically unlikely
that it was Kennedy.

You're a good person.

I will never forget what you did for him.

I'm oddly energized.

I should be exhausted,
physically and emotionally,

but I feel like I could work all day.

Right, you should get home

and get to sleep
before you fall over, okay, Sweets?

- Okay.
- Yeah. Head to the pillow.

- I forgot where I parked my car.
- Shall we?

We shall.

You know, you must think I'm crazy
for being so happy that it wasn't JFK.

I'm very impressed.

You wanted the truth,
even if it was going to hurt you.

I learned that from you.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I mean, sometimes you have to go
with your brain over your gut.

That's nice.

But I prefer that you always go
with your brain over your gut

because your gut cannot think.

Your brain
can't digest a breakfast burrito.

Just saying, to each their own.

- To each their own.
- Yep.

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