Bones (2005–2017): Season 5, Episode 20 - The Witch in the Wardrobe - full transcript

[Men Chattering]

Saunders, Dubovich. Yeah.

Check these hot spots,
we're good to go. You got it.

- What's up, Conner?
- Hey, pop this wardrobe.

Don't want a flare-up dragging
us back out here this weekend.

Whoa!

That's a new one on me.

[Brennan] Order in successful
societies depends upon enforced rules.

[Booth] People can do the right thing left
on their own. No, history shows otherwise.

A weak government will always
spawn mutiny and rebellion.

You don't believe in human
decency under any circumstances.



Not as a means of controlling a population,
no. The result would be anarchy.

Have to say I agree with
the pretty lady on this one.

Without the strong arm of the law,
we're animals. Sheriff Gus Abrams.

Thank you for comin' out here.
[Brennan] What caused the fire?

Well, it could be arson. The fire boys say
they didn't find any sign of an accelerant.

The source of the flame looks like
a lit candle. Was someone killed?

Well, that's why we
asked for you people.

Oh-ho!

Whoa. Okay. Is that real, Bones?

- Yes.
- I was hoping no.

The bones were already dry
and de-fleshed prior to the fire.

The victim was elderly, female.

- Oh.
- Oh? Wait. You usually
don't say "Oh."

- It was an indication
of my surprise.
- Well, I know that. But why?



The bones have
been re-articulated.

Is that bad?

The skeleton has been
reassembled, quite amateurishly.

See how the right ulna has
been placed with the left radius?

Yeah. That's shoddy.
That's shoddy work.

- Hey, guys.
- [Booth] Yeah.

Hodgins noticed that there's a
path all the way around the house.

And Angela noticed
that it was a circle.

Looks like it acted
as a firebreak.

Also dusted with
some fine powder.

[Cawing]

Those are crows. You city
people may not be familiar.

Crows are carrion birds, Sheriff.
They scavenge for fresh kill.

Uh-oh! When she starts
flopping her elbows like that,

she's hot on the
trail for something.

Well, I don't wanna think
about what she's after.

[Cawing Continues]

Booth? Yeah.

Okay, hold on.

Let me get this. [Grunting]
[Angela] Oh, wow.

[All Exclaim]

[Angela] Oh, God. Whoa.

D-Don't say it. Oh, I've got to.

We aren't in Kansas anymore.

Whoa! Okay. I don't like
it when dead things move.

Did you see that?
It was moving there.

[Device Beeps] Who
do you want to start with?

The Wicked Witch of the East
over here? The East, right?

Right. She wore the red shoes.

We should start with
the more recent remains.

Which are sealed up.

What is it with this job and
corpses encased in mystery wrap?

Dr. Hodgins says it's most likely
polystyrene ceiling insulation...

that melted in the fire
and coated the body.

Could he explain the sparkle?

Fluorescent bulbs exploded afterward,
shattering over the polystyrene.

Perhaps you and Dr. Hodgins
can find a way to unseal the remains.

Well, let me see
if I can get in here.

Wire ligatures around
the wrist indicate foul play.

No evidence of smoke inhalation.

She was dead before the fire.

Now, that one is just weird.

These bones were
found in a steel wardrobe.

It preserved her in the fire.

Uh, female, also
Caucasian, 40 to 50 years old.

There's evidence of spinal kyphosis
which would've given her a hunched posture.

This stain here on the forehead
is the result of contact with copper.

I've seen this before in disinterred bodies
because of the copper hardware on coffins.

So someone robbed a grave, strung together
a skeleton and stuck it in a wedding dress?

That's a reasonable conclusion.

These are greenstick fractures.

Extreme force was
applied to the chest.

And there's a
clean-edged indentation...

of the spinous
processes, L2 and L3.

Thoracic crushing combined
with the puncture wound.

This woman was subjected to a kind of
torture that was used in the 17th century.

Torture?

These injuries are consistent
with a form of punishment...

used during the
Salem witch trials.

[Saroyan] She was a witch?

[Angela] You know what I think?

I think Cam sent us both to the crime
scene because of the tension between us.

Tension? There's no
tension between us.

Yeah, at first I thought it was because I'm
suddenly, I don't know, available again.

And then I thought maybe it was because
you think that I treated Wendell badly.

Hold on. Wendell said that it was totally
mutual. He said that you were wonderful.

Yeah, I'm not sure how I feel
about you two discussing me.

Not discussing you.
Complimenting you.

Okay, fine. No more compliments.

You don't look good today,

your smile is ordinary at best,

and it is not cool that we finally
get to work together again in the field.

Okay, that's fine.

I can live with that.

[Device Beeps] This symbol
is very creepy on this chimney.

All right, let me see.

- [Beeps]
- You see?

Oh, yeah. Could
be a lot of things.

- [Alarm Beeping]
- Whoa.

[Beeping] What is that?

Oh, the... the Prius helps
you stay in your lane.

That's kind of cool. It is
cool. Let's do that again.

[Alarm Beeping] [Siren Wailing]

Oh, that is not cool.

I didn't even see him there.
That's pretty sneaky. Pull over.

I'll pour on the
charm. [Chuckles]

[Police Radio Chatter]

It's Sheriff Abrams
from the crime scene.

- Oh.
- Oh, perfect.

Good afternoon, sir. I observed
you crossing the double yellow.

How much have you
had to drink today?

Sheriff Abrams, it's us... Hodgins and
Angela. We just left the crime scene.

We're heading up north to
drop off our stuff at the lab.

I know, Dr. Hodgins. I'm just following the
law. Have you had anything to drink today?

Hi, Sheriff. [Chuckles]

Listen, um, I really do like a
man in uniform who loves his job.

So, uh, neither one of us
has had anything to drink, no.

Hello, Miss Montenegro, but I'm
afraid I need the driver to respond.

Yeah, yeah. I've had several martinis,
some absinthe and a barrel of mead.

License and registration please.

He was kidding. I mean,
he was just being an idiot.

You too please.

A real Salem witch?
That's awesome.

Relax, simmer down.

The strontium isotope
results verify Massachusetts.

- Oh! Can I see it?
- What's the big deal?

My first published work concerned
the collective sociopathology...

behind the Salem witch trials.

I'm a leading expert.

Shrinkery meets witchery. Now your head's
probably about ready to explode, huh?

It's a completely acceptable arena
of study, even for a psychologist.

Thank you. At
last I feel validated.

Most cultures believe that
some sort of supernatural power...

can be elicited through ritual.

Like you going to church. Well, at
least I don't ride there on my broomstick.

Most witches align
themselves with the Wiccans.

But witchcraft is an extremely
heterogeneous subject...

which encompasses the dark
arts, like evil spells, sacrifices...

So you're saying this creepy old witch came
back from the dead to kill this victim?

- No.
- No, of course not.

But we are talking about
a three-century-old body...

that was rearticulated and costumed
as a virgin, are we not, Dr. Brennan?

Well, given that women in those times were
expected to be virgins on their wedding days,

that's reasonable.

- I wanna work on the case.
- What are you gonna do,
cast a spell? Ha!

I wanna see if I can find a link
between the old witch and the new witch.

All right, go for
it. It's all yours.

There's no evidence the
other victim was a witch.

[Cell Phone Ringing] Aside from
the fact she was wearing red slippers...

and her feet curled
up after she was dead.

Booth. What?

There's a completely scientific
explanation for it. B-Y-R-D.

Cheri Byrd. [Beeps]

So that creepy house belonged to
a woman by the name of Cheri Byrd,

and she has a surviving brother.

Are you sure it's Cheri?

Dental records
confirm her identity.

When was the last time
you spoke to your sister?

Two, three months ago.

Someone made an
offer on the house.

Our grandfather
left it to us both.

I wanted to sell. She refused.

We haven't spoken since.

You don't seem too
surprised that she's dead.

Cheri and I used
to be really close.

You know, but, uh, last 10 years,
she got into some really weird stuff.

Witchcraft?

Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Started ordering us
to call her Zephyra.

I told her I wouldn't.
Thought it was stupid.

So the fact that she didn't sell the
house, that didn't get you upset or angry?

No. No, I-I didn't
care about the money.

I-I wanted her to
move to the city.

I thought her mind might go back
to normal if she saw more people.

- Who wanted to buy the house?
- Guy named Mario Trivisini... Trivisonno.

Making some big development.

He said Cheri's
place was the key.

The key? Why? Lake access.

When Cheri said no, he had
to give up on the whole project.

Oh. You're not Hodgins.

He's not here, and I
can't wait any longer.

Wait for what?

Dr. Brennan wants me to
identify the best solvent...

to remove polystyrene
from... On the bones.

So I put myself in the
mind-set of Dr. Hodgins...

and came up with
this experiment.

I have a new appreciation
for Dr. Hodgins.

Okay.

This device slowly fills
each polystyrene cup up...

with kerosene,
propylene, turpentine,

hydrochloric acid and...

[Sizzles] acetone.

Oh!

Acetone.

Oh-oh! Oh.

It's not like
Hodgins to be late.

Can you come get me as
soon as he shows up? Mm-hmm.

And I think the acetone's
eating through your shoes.

What?

[Gasps] No! No, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh, man, I love these shoes!

We live in a fascist state.

If you know that, then why did
you taunt the guy with the gun?

You expect me to just roll over?

No. I'm praying
that you do though.

Okay, here he comes. Listen, Hodgins,
be nice, or I will cause you great pain.

So, uh, have we
cleared this up, Officer?

Not quite.

Now the problem is that Miss
Montenegro here is a criminal.

I found an outstanding bench
warrant on you, young lady.

- What?
- For what?

For defying a "notice to
appear" on a speeding charge.

Oh. Yeah, well,
that... I didn't speed.

But you did defy a bench warrant,
which is worse than speeding.

And, Dr. Hodgins, you have a
warrant for escaping police custody...

during a Freedom of Information
protest eight years ago.

People have a right to know.

But not a right to run away.

Okay, all right,
listen, I will appear,

and Hodgins will surrender
as soon as we get back, okay?

- Word of honor.
- It's not up to me.

I can't let you go until the
judge rules on your warrants.

- Well, when will that be?
- Whenever one shows up.

In the meantime, I suggest
you two make the best of things...

the best you can.

Hey, no... Hey!

[Sighs]

Speeding?

Don't you dare.

Oh. Thanks so much for
coming in there, Mr. Trivisi...

Uh, Trivisonno.
Trivisonno Properties.

Right.

So, hey, this is something new
for me... to be called in by the F.B.I.

[Chuckling] What's
this all about?

Yeah, I-I... I know this house.

- Bet you'd get a good deal
on that now, huh?
- Yeah? Why's that?

You don't know where
I'm goin' with this, pal?

Maybe it was your aunt
that lived there? [Chuckling]

You're... You're thinkin' I
wanna buy the place now?

No way. I learned my lesson.

Wh-What do you mean
you learned your lesson?

You see me now?

You see me there?

See the difference?

- Yeah, you shaved your head.
- No, I did not shave my head.

Your aunt put a curse on me,
and all the hairs fell off my body.

All the important ones.

Well, first of all, Cheri Byrd is not
my aunt, and, secondly, she's dead.

Well, here's hopin' a curse loses
its oomph after the voodoo lady dies.

Apparently she was murdered. So
you wanna know what I'm thinking?

Guy thinks he's cursed, he loses
his hair and he wants her dead.

No, you couldn't have got me anywhere near
that lady... not to kill her, not for anything.

She painted this symbol
on the bricks on the chimney.

And inside there was
all this spooky stuff,

black candles.

The day she cursed me, there was a
dead cat laid out on the dining room table.

- So you ditched the project.
- A month ago. I'm a professional.

You think I need it to get around that
an evil witch lived on the development?

I know when to cut and run.

Just wish I'd done
it a week earlier.

[Device Beeps]

Hodgins isn't back yet?

No. But I've made some progress.

I found this.

Sharp instrument trauma on the
xiphoid process of the sternum.

And anterior-medial aspect
of ribs one and four, bilaterally.

She was stabbed
repeatedly. Yeah.

Make casts to analyze the
striations and kerf characteristics...

to determine the weapon.

I also found this
on the manubrium.

What is it?

That's a Dr. Hodgins
job, if we had him.

Which we don't. And you
haven't heard from him at all?

He and Angela never
came back last night.

And since they used to be
intimates, I decided not to push it.

'Cause that's none of
my concern. Not at all.

It's a little icky actually.

It's not like them to just disappear.
Something could be wrong.

[Phone Rings]

Oh! Oh! It's ringing.

Tell them we've got all the evidence
from the crime scene. They'll get us out.

[Ringing Continues]

Angela.

- Angela?
- Yeah, hi.

And Hodgins. Help!

- Where are you?
- We're in Berryville, Maryland.

We're in jail.

Wh-Why are you in jail?

Well, it goes
a little like this.

Hodgins got pulled over
for driving like an old lady...

Yeah, and Angela had an
outstanding bench warrant.

Oh, you have a
warrant too, Mr. Clean.

Well, where is the evidence you collected
yesterday? [Hodgins] In jail with us.

We're stuck here until the judge shows up to
set our bail. Who knows when that's gonna be.

Well, we need that evidence.
I'll tell Cam to come and get you.

Okay, a-a-a-also,
uh, will you tell Clark...

to throw a blanket over my molting
swallowtail caterpillars at 4:30,

or they will die.

- Okay.
- [Line Clicks]

Yes. Yes.

Well, I'm afraid we might have to
check out a little early there, pal.

I hope that's okay.

[Booth] No, that sheriff out
in Podunk was a decent guy.

I'm sure Hodgins gettin'
arrested... really good reason.

I've been thinkin'
about dead cats.

Mmm. That doesn't seem
like a good use of your time.

Witches... the bad kind... use
animal sacrifices in their spells,

and black cats are
particularly meaningful.

I told Sweets the developer saw a dead
cat on the victim's dining room table...

before he went bald.

- What's the connection?
- He thinks that
she put a spell on him.

- You should talk
to their local coven.
- Wait. There's a local coven?

Uh-huh. The Circle of Moonwick.

You said Wiccans were good,
whereas the victim was bad.

Yeah, they're probably
competing for the same eye of newt.

Wiccan ceremonies honor nature
and the sanctity of life above all else.

They don't use eye of newt.

Tonight is their
waning moon ceremony.

Now, I logged into their Web
site using the name Lilith82.

I, uh, got directions.

Witches have Web sites?
Gotta love the Internet, huh?

- So, witch hunt tonight?
- All right.

You bring the candles.
I'll bring the broomstick.

This is the hardest bench
that I have ever sat on in my life.

Sat on one? [Groans] Slept on.

My shoulders are killing me.

Tell me about it.

- Come here.
- Why?

I'll give you a little
rub, work out the kinks.

Are you really that mad at me
that you don't want a little massage?

Okay.

Only because I hurt.

[Moaning] Ohh. Yeah.

Oh! Oh, yes!

Yes! Down. Down.

A little lower. Lower.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Oh, thank you, God. [Moans]

"God" is a little formal.
"Hodgins" is fine.

Oh, yes.

Harder. Right there.
Right there. Ohh! Ohh!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Looks to me like, uh, you
two are doing just fine in here.

- Oh, um...
- Cam!

Hey.

So, did you spring us?

These two aren't exactly Bonnie
and Clyde. Can't you let them go?

- Not until the judge gets here.
- Well, I'll post bail,
pay the fine, whatever.

We need them to
solve this murder.

You have the evidence. They can
be reached here anytime to assist.

Don't you think you're
being a little... rigid?

You are a law enforcement
professional, are you not, ma'am?

Yes, but...

Then you know that the law can't be
twisted to our will, or chaos will ensue.

I mean, where does it end?

Today a seemingly
minor bench warrant.

Tomorrow, we overlook another piece
of paper, and a murderer goes free.

Wow. You are, like, the
last upright man in America.

Well, I wouldn't say that.

But I am a good sheriff,
and I love the law.

That's very impressive, Sheriff.

Oh, my God. He's getting to her.

I'm sure the judge'll
be coming soon.

Oh, no, no, no.
You're kidding, right?

Sorry. It was like arguing
with one of the founding fathers.

I've got the evidence.
We'll talk, okay?

[Angela] Oh, my God. No!

Cam! No!

[Angela] Cam!
See you guys later.

Hey!

[Brush Rustling]

[Brennan, Whispering]
Could you not walk so loudly?

Come on. Don't tell me
you're afraid of witches.

Wiccans. No.

But why waste an opportunity to observe them
when they don't know they're being observed?

- You wanna spy on witches?
- Wiccans.

No, I want you to spy on them
while I study them anthropologically.

[People Chanting]

Ground zero.

[Chanting In Unknown Language]

That's fascinating.

[Chanting Continues]

What are they doing with
that Blair Witch thingy?

[Brennan] It's a
miniature effigy.

[Chanting Continues]

♪♪ [Drumming]

Wow.

Okay, why is it when
things like this happen,

it always happens to people
you don't wanna see naked, huh?

[Booth] Okay, so we have
Rowan and Eden, right?

Ember. Ember. Exactly, Ember.

We'll give you the names society assigned
to us, but not while in the sacred grove.

Oh, okay. Dancing naked is okay, but
Christian names are forbidden. Got it.

We weren't doing anything wrong. Why
are you disrupting a religious service?

You know what happened
to your friend Zephyra?

Is this by any chance a
totem representing her?

We were marking the end
of Zephyra's corporeal life.

Celebrating the reunification
of her spirit with the elements.

Why would you do that unless
she was a member of your coven?

She was not one of us.

A bad witch.

Sadly, Zephyra
performed magic for profit.

She was known to
use human relics.

Such as the body
of a Salem witch?

I don't know where she
would get something like that,

but that would be an
immensely powerful relic, yes.

So she has other clients.
We're gonna have to talk to them.

The dark arts are
fragile, Agent Booth.

Zephyra's clients
employed her to do evil.

Bad people getting other
bad people to do bad things.

What's that?

Fragments of the hyoid
and throat cartilage.

Some of the smaller bones were
broken when the house collapsed.

Very difficult to clean. I may
need to go back in with the acetone.

Well, it's time to multi-task.

I have the evidence Angela and
Hodgins gathered from the scene.

I thought your intention was to
bring back Hodgins and Angela.

They have to wait for the judge, and you
can't bend the law to help your friends.

So we're gonna do
this without them.

Well, they can coach us and
consult, but, yeah, it's you and me.

So, you expect
me to deal with dirt?

Great.

Ooh, close. But
now I'm up 18 cents.

Oh, yeah. For now.

Nice! Oh, yes!

Wow. Only 17.

Do you realize how long it's been since
we've spent this much time together?

Outside the lab, I mean.

Yeah, I know. God.

I keep thinking about that... that crappy
cabin that we stayed in in the mountains.

Do you remember that?

It was 30 degrees.
There was no heat.

Yeah.

Oh, man, this jail is way
better than that cabin.

It was a good weekend
though. Mm-hmm.

Keeping warm.

Yeah.

[Door Opens]

Your lab called.

This computer may not be
state-of-the-art, but we got the Internets.

Sure. Let's throw some
coal in that thing and fire it up.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Cheri Byrd
was a dark witch, perhaps even a Satanist.

The Wiccans really seemed
afraid of her. What is all this?

I found the transcripts
of the Salem witch trials.

I thought maybe we
could identify the remains...

that Cheri Byrd dressed
up in the wedding dress.

"Prudence Sullivan, female,
48 years of age, small stature,

"with back bent as
though burdened...

by great weight
of guilt." Guilt.

Sort of matches
Dr. Brennan's description, right?

Old, short, hunched over.
Sounds like every other witch.

No, no, no. That's a
stereotype. Forty-eight is old?

Well, it was back then. I can't
believe you got all this stuff.

Okay, trust me. A Salem witch
doesn't just show up in Maryland.

Her grave was
robbed for a reason.

I know my witches,
all right... Sorry.

Just put it down.
Relax. Slow down.

Just... I did so... Sit... Shh!

So much reading.

- Nice cell.
- It's not much,
but we call it home.

[Angela] Yeah, we're
thinking of redoing the kitchen.

Okay, it's amber.

It melts at 400 to 700
degrees Fahrenheit...

Temperatures easily
reached in the fire.

- Is that a bug in there?
- Oh, yeah, baby.

Check out those tibial bristles.

[Chuckles]

There's plenty of room in here,
Sheriff, if you wanna join us.

Oh, no. That's
against regulations.

Okay, you can verify with
the entomology department,

but I'm fairly certain we're
looking at Nedocosia naiba.

It's a fungus gnat.

Okay, does that help
with time of death?

No, and this gnat would've had his
last fungus about 100 million years ago...

in the Lower Cretaceous.

So if we remove the D.N.A., we
could re-create dinosaurs, right?

It was probably an amber pendant
from an ordinary piece of jewelry.

What's with the hair?

- What hair?
- Oh, yeah, she's right.

Check out that speck at 3:00.

The amber probably picked up a
piece of hair when it melted in the fire.

But our victim's hair
was gray and wavy.

Yeah, but this one is dark.

If the root bulb's present, it could be an
indicator the hair was forcibly removed.

So that could be from the perp.

Sorry. Caught up in
the thrill of the chase.

I'll run D.N.A. So, how
are you guys doing?

Uh, well, I mean, we'd... we'd like to
get out of here, if that's what you mean.

I'm sure you will. Thanks, guys.

[Device Beeps] The hair
in the amber gave us a hit.

CODIS says it belongs
to one Murray Huddler,

convicted of assault in 2008.

Paroled last October.

Now, this may possibly
go towards a motive.

It certainly goes toward
creepy coincidence.

"Dumped Hubby Decks Attorney."

So this man was incarcerated for
assaulting his ex-wife's attorney?

Huddler's wife dumped him, hosed him in a divorce,
then married the lawyer that represented her.

But look at this. Anything
look familiar to you?

She's wearing this dress.

Murray Huddler. Yeah.

Do you know a woman by
the name of Cheri Byrd? No.

How about a witch named Zephyra?

Oh. "Oh." I'll
take that as a yes.

- I hired her.
- Hired her for?

To put a hex on my
bitch ex-wife, okay?

Is that illegal? Well,
Zephyra's dead.

Uh, she was murdered.
House torched.

- You think I did it?
- Well, I don't know. Did you?

- I mean, it depends on
how much you paid for the hex.
- Two grand up front.

- Three if it took.
- Did it take?

It did not take. Oh!

You know what I'm thinking?
I'm thinking you killed Zephyra,

and, in the struggle, she
yanked out some of your hair.

No, I gave her my
hair for the spell.

That and my ex-wife's
wedding dress.

Right. Found that in your truck.

[Exhales]

That's not what you think it
is. I-I went fishing on Friday.

Fishing? Okay, right.

But you do know if this blade matches
the stab marks on Cheri Byrd's bones,

that could spell
trouble for you.

Huddler's fishing knife is
thin, very sharp on one edge...

and has a slight
curve at the tip.

The blade that made
these cuts is thicker,

evenly tapered and sharp
on both edges, like a dagger.

Definitely not a match.

What's this?

Fragments of the hyoid and throat cartilage,
damaged by a fire and crushed by a house.

The acetone
probably didn't help.

These bones certainly resemble
the hyoid and surrounding cartilage.

- But not all of these are human.
- What?

Okay, is this whole witchy
thing about to get creepier?

[Brennan] This looks
like part of a tiny joint.

I believe these bones are the
incomplete skeleton of a small animal.

What do you think? Well, it's
a little outside my expertise.

But they look like bat bones
to me. You missed that, Clark?

Well, Clark's error is
completely understandable,

given the condition of these remains and
the bizarre nature of their circumstances.

Thank you, Dr. Brennan.

Yeah, but I made the call on a piece-of-crap
cathode ray tube while in jail.

Oh, that's right.
You're a criminal.

Are we thinking a woman had
a bat shoved down her throat?

Yes. That's exactly
what happened.

Well, thank you,
Dr. Hodgins. Uh...

[Sighs]

Another round?

Really? You sure?

You're down 31 cents.

[Hodgins] Oh! Yes! Thirty-two!

[Chuckles]

What?

Do you ever wonder
what happened to us...

on the day we broke up?

Yeah, every day.

I run through that
conversation word for word.

Me too.

You said, "All you had
to do was trust me."

And you said, "Hey, you're
the one who's leaving."

And then you said, "You're
the one who isn't stopping me."

- And I left.
- Yeah.

Right.

Well, I wish I hadn't.

The biggest regret of
my life is I didn't stop you.

Yeah, what was up with that?

I just panicked.

I-I lost faith that I could
sustain that kind of happiness.

Hmm. You talked to
Sweets? Kid's got the goods.

Yeah. [Chuckles]

It was like we were both playing
chicken, and then we... we both swerved.

Yeah, what we should've done
is crashed right into each other.

At the speed of light.

The judge is here.

[Clears Throat]

The judge is a barber.

Keeps me grounded.

It's against the rules for prisoners to
fraternize sexually while in custody.

Maybe give it a rest, huh, Gus?
Let's get you two outta here.

Bat bones? Myotis albescens.

Not indigenous to the United States,
but the bones are available online.

Like everything
else. I'll look into it.

So, I think I've identified
our skeleton bride.

Look at that. You
identified human remains?

Dr. Brennan, you
mentioned that the woman...

was subjected to a form of
torture known as "pressing," right?

Yes. That's how I surmised we were
dealing with the remains of a Salem witch.

In fact, only one Salem witch
died as a result of pressing.

Well, one female. There
was an 80-year-old man...

- You don't... You don't care
about the old man, do you?
- Emily Quimby.

Died November, 1692.

Buried in Salem in
unconsecrated ground, of course,

but her grave was
robbed six months ago.

You think the victim dug up the old
witch's bones to increase her own power?

Absolutely.

Okay, this is interesting,
but not pertinent to the case.

- Wait for it.
- Wait for it. Here it is.

Upon finding Emily
Quimby's grave,

I, uh, researched
her family tree.

And there's a 16-generation
remove, but look...

- Mary Harden Trent.
- Direct descendant.

Why is that name familiar?

Mary Harden Trent is a member
of the Circle of Moonwick Coven.

Her witch name is Ember.

Digging up great-grandma's not the
worst motive for murder I've ever heard.

All right, what I'm doin' here is releasing
you two on your own recognizance.

Oh, thank you! Yes. We will pay our
fines and make our court appearances.

I'm sure you will. Gus will come after you
if you don't follow the letter of the law.

Let me notarize this stuff and
get you on your way. Thank you.

How long did he
say he'd be gone?

Mary Harden Trent. That
is your signature, correct?

Yes, though I prefer
to go by Ember.

What do you say we step outside your
little magical forest, stay on point, okay?

Our credit card records show that you
purchased bat bones online. That true?

Bat bones are an
integral part of my religion.

You shove those bat bones down her
throat before or after you stabbed her?

No, no, I swear upon the goddess
that I'm incapable of such violence.

- How tall are you?
- Uh, 5'2"?

She may be too small to inflict
the injuries that killed our victim.

She may be small, but
she was filled with anger.

There. That is your great-
great-something-grandmother, Emily Quimby.

- She was a witch too.
- Yes. And she didn't
deserve to die.

What, did you boast to Zephyra
that witchism ran in your family?

And then she dug up your ancestor's
bones to use in what you call dark rites.

What are you talking about? How
could anyone do something like that?

I-I had no idea.

Dr. Brennan, I finally got the
results back on the powder...

Dr. Hodgins collected on the
pathway around the victim's house.

Oh, the circular
pathway. Yeah, yeah.

Usually the person standing inside
the circle is safe from the dark forces.

But in this case, oddly, everything
inside the circle was destroyed.

- Though the powder was des...
- Angela isn't here
for a computer re-creation,

so we have to make do.

Please hold one and
four in the proper position.

Sweets, it's bilateral.
Do the same.

Booth believes a witch
named Ember to be the killer,

but the victim was a large,
heavily muscled woman.

- But Ember
wasn't strong enough.
- I observed her in the woods.

She and the other Wiccans
were standing in a circle,

taking turns with their
ceremonial object.

These stab marks...

reflect a similar pattern.

Now, these injuries
are clustered.

Five groupings of three.

- So a total of 15 strikes.
- In the same pattern
as the dots on the chimney.

It's a pentagram. It's an ancient
Wiccan symbol that stands for solidarity.

Some say sisterhood.

There are 15 women in
the Circle of Moonwick.

Ember alone wasn't the killer.
The entire coven took part.

No, they're Wiccans though. They're
white witches. They stand for goodness.

What if they were
stoned out of their minds?

The powder on the path is
called secale cereale... rye flour.

And it's infested with the
fungus Claviceps purpurea.

Formed in the ergot stage
of fungal development.

It's hallucinogenic... the natural
substance from which LSD is derived.

Yes, it was used for ceremonial
purposes centuries ago in Salem.

Some people think that
the exact same substance...

was responsible for the hysteria surrounding
the witch trials in the first place.

Those naked
ladies were trippin'.

Add that to the rituals, and they may have
thought the demon they were slaying was real.

Wiccans do not ingest any kind
of consciousness-altering drugs.

Not on purpose.

We believe you were
performing a ritual...

meant to keep Zephyra's evil
from spreading past the circle.

A ritual using rye flour.

We use rye flour in
many ceremonies.

Yeah, and it has
LSD fungus in it.

That's what made
you afraid of Zephyra.

You thought that her obsession
with the black arts could destroy you.

You also knew that she had
Ember's ancestor's bones on her side.

I mean, you're good witches.

You're nice people.
You don't lie.

But when you make a mistake, you
wanna make that mistake right. Right?

We were just trying to help. We
wanted Zephyra to live in harmony.

She kept cursing at
us and casting spells.

We just wanted to
restore the balance.

[Exhales]

Dearly beloved, we're gathered here
today to join in holy wedded matrimony...

Angela Pearly Gates Montenegro
and Jack Stanley Hodgins IV.

Um, there's, um...
There's one small problem.

Please don't change your mind.

Oh, no. That's not it.

It's, um...

That's not my real name.

How bad could it be?

Yeah. Did you get
mine? It's Stanley.

Yeah. Uh, yeah.

Well, my dad is, um...
He's sort of unique.

And, well, he's Texan
and, uh, other things.

- So, do you mind if I just... if I whisper it to you?
- That'll work.

Thank you.

We're here to wed
these two people.

Vows?

Vows. [Clears Throat]

Angela, or whatever
your name is,

I'm your guy.

Stanley, [Chuckles]

we're gonna live together...

and we're gonna love together.

And we're gonna
have so much fun.

And a little pain.

And we're gonna live a life...

that's just gonna make other people
die with jealousy wishing they were us.

- You have rings?
- Yes. Yes.

Where did you get that?

- I've kept this in my wallet
since our first wedding.
- What?

No. We didn't
go through with it.

Where did you get
that? I'll tell you later.

Oh... Oh. Yeah.

You may exchange the rings.

By the power vested in me in the state of
Maryland, I now pronounce you husband and wife.

You may...

[Chuckling]

- They were good people.
- Good people who butchered
another human being.

They were being attacked.
They weren't in their right minds.

Sometimes, you know, people, they
just get carried away. Well, crazy people.

What is that?

This was given to
me by the witches.

Look, it's you... little Bones.

No, it's not.
[Laughing] Yes, it is.

You see, the witch said that
if I burn this in your presence,

then the wish I make
for you will come true.

[Chuckles]

You think I care, but I don't.

It's just superstition, and
for superstition to work,

the person has to believe that he
or she is cursed or under a spell.

Watch you don't
burn your fingers!

Want to know what I wished for?

No. It doesn't matter.
Completely irrelevant.

I wish... I wished that
you could find happiness.

I don't know what that means.

Happiness... love, laughter,

friendship, purpose and a dance.

Oh. Well, then thank you.

- Yeah. [Laughing]
- Why is that funny?

'Cause you wouldn't have thanked me if
you didn't think that part of it was true.

No, I was thanking you for your kindness,
not because I believe in the outcome.

Ah, I detected relief.

No... No, you didn't.

Relief that the mojo
was good and not bad.

Okay, now you're just
mixing up belief systems.

Really? Okay. You want me to burn
another one? No... How many do you have?

I got a lot.

What's that mean?

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