Bones (2005–2017): Season 6, Episode 7 - The Babe in the Bar - full transcript

When human remains are discovered in the world's largest chocolate bar, a "sweet" event for a candymaker quickly turns bitter. As eccentric chocolate factory owner Jimmy Walpert deals with the tragedy, the team soon discovers that the victim was a mysterious character whose past is full of secrets, lies and love affairs. Meanwhile, Cam struggles with her daughter's decision to attend a university that fails to meet her high standards, and Hodgins asks Angela to arrange a party to announce her not-so-secret pregnancy.

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls.

Is there anyone here today

who happens to like chocolate?

Of course you do!

And as your purveyor of pleasure,

your dean of delight,

I have something very special
for you today.

But first,
everybody close your eyes.

Today, walpert chocolate

is proud and pleased to bring you

the world's largest chocolate bar!



Yes, it's official!

This is the biggest, best-tasting

chocolate bar in the world.

Six feet wide, 15 feet long,

and you are all going to get

a gigantic taste of it.

Named the best in the bunch
by chocolatiere monthly,

our new, gigantically good
chocolate bars

are the latest in a
long-standing walpert chocolate

tradition of award-winning
confections.

Since 1948, we've...

I'm... Stuck.

- Something's wrong.
- Let me give you a hand there.

What is that?



Decomposition's almost complete.

I don't know how I can separate

the organic material
from the chocolate.

Os coxa suggests female.

The earliest stages of spondylosis

indicate an age range
in the late 20s.

Maybe it's an oompa loompa.

I don't know what that is.

Gasses that would normally
be released into the air

during decomposition
were trapped in the hard chocolate,

reducing the soft tissue
to a putrid fluid.

Agent booth?
I'm Jimmy Walpert.

I'm sorry that I wasn't here,
but I got a bit sick.

That's no surprise there.

- This is Scott.
- Scott Kimper.

Chief chocolate engineer.

I didn't know chocolate
required engineering.

Making chocolate
is a science unto itself.

No, it's not.
It's a technique

which requires various scientific
disciplines: physics...

So you guys were both present
when the body was discovered?

It was awful.

It didn't make any sense.
I was there the day we poured.

So was I, and there
certainly wasn't any dead body.

Really? Well, it's not a secret now,
is it, Mr. Walpert?

This is an awful lot
of chocolate to pour.

I tempered our new formula to withstand
additional humidity

and loaded up a cement mixer.

- When was that?
- Tuesday morning. 10:00.

How long did it take to set?

I confirmed solidity on thursday,
3:30 that afternoon.

I can give you my notes.

I personally monitored it
every eight hours.

I saw nothing strange.

Do you have any security cameras here,
any surveillance I can take a look at?

Just a temporary fence with a
padlock for insurance purposes.

You don't think that a child
saw the chocolate and fell in?

No. The victim appears
to be an adult.

Judging from this section
of the pelvis...

Female, late 20s.

I'll tell you one thing I've noticed.
That I'm sort of off chocolate.

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You know, it was widely rumored

that Pope Clement
the 14th was killed

with a cup of poisoned chocolate.

Was he a good pope or a bad pope?

He was no urban the sixth.

No. Of course not.

Who, by the way, was the answer

to my record-breaking daily
double win on jeopardy.

The category, of course: torture.

Was that the game that
you played while I was away?

It was more than just a game.

He won almost a million dollars.

Which, after travel,

an overindulgent lifestyle,

the occasional
game of chance and a...

A little stint in rehab,

I... I no longer possess.

But I do, I still have my memories.

Thailand...

Reassembling the chocolate
made it easier to scan,

but the condition of these
remains is far from ideal.

That's an understatement.

Rugal folds.
Found a piece of stomach.

Is this a slight depression
on the occipital?

Yes. Perhaps she struck her head

on the mold as someone held her
down in the chocolate.

Which would mean
that she was drowned.

Certainly a possibility.

Cam, can you analyze the lungs?

Lungs?

There are no lungs.

- Definitely looks like murder.
- There's nothing definite here.

It's possible the victim
had a grand mal seizure

while voluntarily lying
in the chocolate.

But let's call it murder
just for fun.

Why is it so cold in here?

Holy crap.

Look at the size of that thing.

We turned the thermostat down
so no chocolate would melt on the CT.

It's on loan from Johns Hopkins.

Johns Hopkins. Almost forgot that.
Another one for Michelle's short list.

I cannot believe
she's already applying to colleges.

- Does she know what she wants to study?
- Marine biology,

art history, russian literature...
She's kind of all over the place.

She's actually going to be here
in a few minutes

so we can go over our
application strategies.

Don't you mean
her application strategies?

Didn't I say that?

What's this here?
On the right radius?

Looks like it may be
perimortem sharp-force trauma,

an injury sustained in the attack.

We'll know more
when the bones are clean.

- Just don't lose the chocolate.
- Dr. Hodgins can help you.

I sense a mess in our future.

Speaking of which,
I need to get cleaned up for Michelle.

You know, there are
many fine universities

in England, Oxford
and Cambridge, of course,

but there's also...

You so much a s mention leaving
the country to my daughter,

and I will choke you
on your own trivia

and stuff your lifeless body
in a locker.

Then again, Georgetown's lovely.

- It's closer.
- Closer.

Now, I know I promised that
the decision was yours and yours alone,

but I did send away
for a few catalogs

just to give you
a sense of your options.

A few?

Now, with your grades
and sat scores, plus extracurriculars,

I truly think you have a shot at
getting into any one of these schools.

The trick is gonna
be the essay questions,

and talk about
personal interviews later...

I think I've already
decided where I want to go.

Your top choice? That's great.
Why don't we do this in tiers?

Top choice, reach schools,

safeties...

No, I mean, I only want to apply
to one school, early decision.

- Wellesley?
- Central Maine State university.

Excus...

Central... Maine?
That a...

State university, Pittsfield campus.

I am not familiar
with that university,

but, then again,

I don't know much
about the center of Maine.

It's a small school, but it's got a
great general studies department.

That way, I won't have
to narrow down my interests.

General studies.

Derrick's already in because
he got a football scholarship.

Cam. Don't say his name like that.

I like Derrick, Michelle. I do.

But this is your future.
It's important.

You said this was my decision.
You told me you'd support me.

But when I see that you
might be making a mistake...

You're not supporting me?

Unconditionally?

You're right, Cam.
This is my future.

I'm sorry. Let's talk about...

I got to go.
I'll see you later.

I got to tell you, I don't think
I've ever quite seen anything like this.

Anthropologically speaking,
chocolate and violence often intersect.

Take the ancient Aztecs.

Cocoa pods were used in ritual

to represent the human heart,

while the seeds inside
represented blood.

What's the deal with the body?
Any news?

Mr. Nigel-murray is cleaning
the bones as we speak.

Some fractures appear
to indicate a struggle.

We can't get a clear look until Hodgins
and Mr. Nigel-murray clean the bones.

They should lick them.
Lick 'em clean.

Licking would contaminate
the osseous surface.

Joke, Bones. OK? Just a joke.
Sarcastic.

Hello, Angela.

I just sent you
the victim's facial reconstruction.

- Convenient.
- Yeah.

Well, I ran it through missing persons,
and nothing came up.

All right. I'll show Booth.
Thanks, Angela.

Yowza.

"Yowza" was the early 20th century
exclamation you use

to indicate that you
are responding sexually.

The victim's nasal bridge
reminds me of Hannah.

- Yeah, a little bit like Hannah.
- She away again?

Is that why you're making
sexually suggestive exclamations?

She's traveling with the president
of the united states.

- She's in Munich until the weekend.
- I love Munich.

Ich liebe bayern! Und sie?

So, Angela find any missing persons?

Ja. Aber sie fand keine...

- No match.
- No match.

You know what?
Let's do this the old-fashioned way.

Yowza.

That was very funny.

- It was objectively very amusing.
- I'm laughing all the way out the door.

Yowza.

How's my sweet thing
and her precious cargo?

We're fine.

We're just cleaning up
the 3d images of the remains.

I think he really likes 3d.

If by "cargo", you're implying
I already resemble a container ship,

let me warn you,
you ain't seen nothing yet.

I can't wait until we
start to tell people.

I think we should tell people now.

Yeah. Sure. Yeah.

You know,
I'll tell Cam when I see her.

This is a big deal. We
need to throw a party.

I mean, like, tomorrow night.
Founding fathers. We'll get food.

Some drinks. I mean, everyone
will be so excited for us.

- I can't wait to see their faces.
- Me, neither.

How about if I invite everybody?

I'm afraid
that you're gonna give it away.

Yes, good point.

Angela's got something to ask you.

Hodgins wants to make a big announcement
and tell everybody that I am pregnant.

But everyone already knows.

I know,
but Hodgins doesn't know that,

because he wanted it to be
his surprise.

You didn't say anything?

- No. No one did.
- Okay, good.

Well, everybody's just gonna
have to act surprised,

and if they can't pull it off,
then they just have to not come.

- They have to make up an excuse.
- Sounds like a plan.

Okay, can you do it?

Founding fathers tomorrow night.

Wait.

Founding fathers?
I love founding fathers!

How was that? Convincing?

Yes, that was... That was...

Thank you. Yeah.

Oh, my god, this is Harriet Soloway.

- Does she work here?
- Yes, in R & D.

What happened?

The dead body is Harriet Soloway!

My god! I thought she was at the cocoa
bean symposium in Baltimore.

So did I.

Right. So, when was
the last time you saw her?

Monday morning staff meeting.

You said that the chocolate
was poured on tuesday,

- and that it was hard by thursday?
- Right.

I'm gonna need to know all the people
who had access to the chocolate.

I know my employees, Agent Booth.

Nobody would ever just dump
her body in the chocolate bar.

There's no evidence to indicate
the body was placed

in the chocolate
as a means of disposal.

The evidence suggests
she was killed there.

Death by chocolate?

The press will have
a field day with that.

Do you guys have any personnel files?
We're gonna have to notify next of kin.

I think she has a sister
in Virginia.

I'll get you her file.

I'd like to offer a reward

of $50,000 to anyone
who helps us catch the murderer.

That's very generous of you.

Payable in a lifetime supply
of walpert chocolate.

The ones with the gooey center.

Your thesis is wrong, Dr. Hodgins.

We should use the blow dryers.
It's a more gentle process.

I am the lead on this, Vincent,
as well as the king of this lab.

Now, the lights will melt
the chocolate evenly

and won't damage any evidence
trapped inside.

Yes, yes, but with the hairdryers,
we can localize the heat distribution.

Tests supporting this have been
conducted in Michoacan, Mexico.

I'm gonna turn the lamps on to melt
chocolate and to stop you from talking.

Stop!

Turn the lamps off.
Turn the lamps off.

What is going on?

I was going over Angela's 3D images

of the remains,
and I found something.

- See these circles?
- It looks like intestinal gas.

It's bubbles in the chocolate.
Two big bubbles, trapped right here,

25 and 39 millimeters
above the victim's mandible.

Are you saying the chocolate
trapped the victim's final breath?

- I'm no expert in viscosity, but...
- I am.

In fact, on jeopardy...

Make your point.

In any endothermic reaction,

the surface molecules are always
the first to become stable.

Therefore, it's possible

that a gaseous bubble could form
in the warmer liquid,

but become trapped
against the solid surface.

I couldn't get any useful data
from the soft tissue,

so the bubbles are all I've got.

But we have to melt the chocolate
to get any information from the bones.

Yeah, but first, we can cut out
these sections and freeze them

until we discover a way to extract
the gas trapped in the bubbles.

Excellent. Do it.

Mr. Nigel-murray,

if I didn't have self-control,
I would kiss you.

No interesting facts off that?

In fact,

the satisfaction
that human beings take

from fantasizing is...

It's directly related to...

No, I don't.

There's no facts on...

Yes, that's my sister.

I wondered why she wasn't

- calling me back.
- When was the last time you guys spoke?

I don't know.
A few months ago?

We should have talked more.
We were both so busy,

we just let our lives
get away from us.

Are you sure it's Harriet?

According to the Jeffersonian.

Are you aware

of any problems she may have had?
Any enemies at the chocolate factory?

Chocolate... What?

Are you familiar
with Walpert chocolate?

Walpert chocolate? No.

According to the company, she'd been
working there right after she graduated

- from culinary school.
- Culinary school?

Harriet went to Penn State.

- This is a mistake.
- According to her r?sum?,

she went to the arrow
culinary academy,

followed by an internship

at a prestigious chocolatier
in New York.

Can I see that?

Sure.

These are all lies.

They're all... Lies.

That is her picture,
and that's her name,

but this r?sum??

This isn't her.

So, she lied to get her job?

- Extensively.
- It's bold,

but it doesn't mean she's pathological.
Maybe she just loved chocolate.

You have to eat that?

I just imagine you chomping down on
her cheek or something.

Put it away?

If we don't face and overcome
unsettling events in life,

we are ruled by them.

I'm not gonna let
some ruthless killer

destroy my enjoyment of chocolate.
Not gonna happen. I love it too much.

- Give me this thing.
- Come on!

- I was about to get to the nuts.
- Her sister, Geneva,

said that Harriet
didn't even like chocolate.

She said that she lied

about getting this job
and every other job.

I basically tracked down
her actual employment records

through her social security number,

and she not only
changed jobs every year,

she hopped industries.

It looks like she created
a new r?sum? for each position.

Here she says she's
"a world-renowned expert

in the field of couture bustiers."

Lingerie. Like a bra, only...

Pretty great, actually.
They're very sexy.

Sort of squeeze the...

So you're saying

all the r?sum?s are filled
with false information?

Cosmetic rep,

toy company,

outreach specialist,
whatever that is.

It's fascinating. I mean, obviously,
our victim is intelligent.

These r?sum?s are perfectly tailored

- to make her an ideal candidate.
- Geneva said that Harriet

was probably lying
just for the fun of it.

When someone lies with this sort of ease
in their professional relationships,

chances are they lie at least as much
in their personal relationships.

Maybe she just lied
to the wrong person.

I should be able to use the syringe

to extract the gas
and any aerated fluid.

Bubbles.

Now the trick is jabbing them.

Yeah, sometimes
I use this thing on myself

to check on the baby.

Just say hi.

Totally unethical, I know.

Extremely, but so cool.

My daughter wants
to be a fighting hagfish.

For what, a costume party?

No, it's the mascot of
Central Maine State University,

where Michelle says
she's going next year.

Good for her.

I love maine.

She's following a boy, Angela.

I mean, you're a hedonistic,

free spirit, artist type,
and even you didn't do that.

Thank you for
the personality assessment.

I went to a good school
because I chose to.

Nobody made me.

You should let Michelle
make her own decisions, Cam.

I mean, she is almost an adult.

Almost.
That's the key word here.

I need to guide her,
but she hates me for doing it.

- Maybe you should talk to Sweets.
- Sweets? Why would I do that?

He might help you deal
with Michelle.

I don't want to talk
to a child about a child.

I measured the contusion
we found on the skull.

It matches the width of the edge

of the mold they used to
form the chocolate bar.

Very good work.

That reinforces the theory

that the victim was held down
with some degree of force.

And suffocated.
The cartilage

of the septum has been crushed,

and there's another hairline fracture
on the frontal process of the maxilla.

Pressure fractures
on the margins of the orbits.

Their directionality

definitely suggests
Harriet was suffocated while submerged,

which is in keeping with Cam's
postulation that the chocolate

captured her last breath.

This is odd.

The radial trauma?

I originally believed it
to be perimortem, but look.

The remodeling was obscured
by pseudarthrosis.

This injury happened about five
or six months before she died.

See?

Remodeling on each edge.

The limb must not have been
properly immobilized after injury.

So, the bone didn't fully calcify,
leaving the appearance of a fresh wound.

But that wouldn't have happened
to anyone who had access

to modern treatment.

Well, maybe six months ago,
she didn't have access to treatment,

or she chose to deny it
for some reason.

Those the bubbles?

Point-seven-two ccs
and one-point-three-three ccs.

- How's the chocolate coming?
- Done.

I sifted through
all 1,873 gallons of it.

Nothing but the usual.

Ant torsos, spider legs,

- rodent hairs.
- That's the usual?

FDA permits 60 insect fragments

and one rodent hair per 100 grams.

- Lovely.
- Yeah.

Are you...
You coming tomorrow night?

- Yes.
- Angela asked you?

Yes, she did, and yes, I am coming.

- Good.
- It's just a fun night.

- Yeah.
- With friends.

It sounds good.

Let me know as soon
as you get the results

on those, okay?

Great. Thanks.

So, that was the human resources
department at the bra place.

Turns out,
wherever Harriet Soloway went,

she had quite the reputation.

- What, for lying?
- No, for seducing men.

- Yowza!
- Okay.

You know, that whole Yowza thing...
That's really not necessary.

So you're implying
that Harriet might have been

sexually involved
with a walpert employee?

I didn't see any evidence of it
in phone records,

but the last place she worked,
Bellomo sparking wines...

What?

I had a very bad experience
drinking Bellomo sparkling wine.

Who hasn't? Right?

Anyways, Harriet had a
relationship with the owner,

Lawrence Bellomo,

and, apparently,
it didn't end very well.

What happened?

Six months ago,
she filed a complaint with her carrier.

She was receiving harassing phone calls
from a private number.

Turns out they were
coming from Bellomo.

We have the results
from the first bubble.

There's an extremely high concentration
of carbon dioxide.

So she did exhale while submerged.

There are also
traces of oxygen, nitrogen,

hydrochloric acid, acetic acid,

oenanthic acid, decanoic acid,
glycerine, glucose,

ethanol...

It was a postmortem eructation.

Oh, god. That sounds bad.

It's a burp.

A burp? Corpses burp?

Isn't awesome?

The combination

of acids and sugar
sounds like ingredients.

It's champagne.

I went to the liquor store
and I bought

every brand available.
We ran it through the GC mass spec

to compare their
volatile composition.

Bellomo sparkling wine.

- Damn.
- How did you know?

It could just be coincidence.

Well, could be, but we should still
ask Lawrence Bellomo a few questions.

Just because
she was drinking Bellomo

does not mean
I was drinking Bellomo with her.

Everybody drinks Bellomo.

Everybody drinks Bellomo once,
Mr. Bellomo.

Phone records show

that you were calling Harriet
repeatedly.

I just wanted to talk to her,
all right?

- I was having a hard time.
- Why? Because she broke up with you?

That and my business.

Everything was going wrong
at the same time.

You know what I'm saying?
A perfect storm.

What happened?

Well, I hired Harriet
about a year ago.

We started seeing each other, and...

I thought we were gonna get married.

Six months later, out of the blue,

she dumps me. Quits.

Says she needs her space.

What does that even mean?

Nothing.
Space being neutral,

or, in some cases, negative,

can't be acquired, therefore...

Just go on. Continue.

Well, because having
a broken heart's not bad enough,

a month later, I lost the contract
with my biggest distributor.

How much do you know about
her personal life? Her history?

What she told me.

And her sister.
I know her sister, too.

"Knew" her.

You slept with her sister?

We had a little fling.

That's how I met Harriet.

She was staying at Geneva's
for a couple of days,

and she needed a job, and...

She had an impressive r?sum?.

You dumped Geneva?

Yeah, well, good thing, too.

Geneva was nuts.

When she heard I was with Harriet,
she went insane.

You know that woman waited for me

in a tree outside my house?

She almost took out my eye.

Those girls hate each other's guts.

Why didn't you tell us
about Bellomo?

Lawrence is ancient history.

- Did he kill Harriet?
- I'll ask the questions.

You were jealous of your sister?

What are you getting at, Agent Booth?
Because I don't think I like it.

Well, Harriet was beautiful,
lead more of an exciting life.

- You, in comparison, led a more...
- Boring?

Are you saying my life is boring?
So I whacked my sister?

I'm just thinking,
Harriet stole your boyfriend last year.

She probably stole the one last week.
So you got upset, and you whacked her.

I got a little crazy
when lawrence dumped me,

but I just couldn't believe
he fell for her act.

Her act?

Harriet was a phony.

Ever since we were little,
she would manipulate people

to get whatever she wanted.

No one knew. Everyone loved her.

So, yeah, you're right.
I was jealous.

But I would never hurt her.

She was stabbed in the arm 6 months ago.
Do you know who may have done that?

I don't know.

She probably deserved it.

It wasn't me.

I hated her, sure, but...

I didn't kill her.

Interestingly,
the cacao tree is a species

of the genus theobroma,

which translates from the latin
as the "food of the gods. "

What would actually be interesting

is an explanation
of the perimortem fractures.

Of course.

They support our
scenario of the attack.

With one hand, the killer
held the victim down

and fracturing the clavicle
and the sternum,

while he suffocating her
with the other hand.

Anything else?

I took a closer look

at the antemortem trauma that
somehow escaped medical care.

There is a very small
proliferative lesion

on the distal edge of the fracture.

It's an adventitious cyst.

The compromised bone formed a
callus around

a foreign object that was embedded
in the open wound.

Do you have this on x ray?

It looks like a small rock.

Rock was the subject of

my only disputed jeopardy answer.

Is this relevant?

The category was "famous Jameses. "

The question:
"he is widely considered

the best rock guitarist
of all time. "

So, obviously, my answer:
"who is Jimmy Page?"

No. It's not the response.

They were looking for:
"who is Jimi Hendrix?"

I know. Jimi Hendrix.

First of all, Jimmy Page
is a better musician.

That's a fact.
Also, Jimi Hendrix?

His original birth name is Johnny.

So he doesn't even
belong in the category.

That wasn't relevant at all.

Take a microslice of the cyst

and have Dr. Hodgins
identify the foreign object.

Jimmy Page is always relevant.

You're here so you
must want my honest opinion.

I guess so.

I think you're overreacting.

Overreacting? Are shrinks even allowed
to use that word?

Okay, so why am I overreacting?

I have a friend, Tim Swift,

who was the golden boy
in my high school.

He got into Harvard but dropped out.

Wound up in some community college
where he majored in weed.

Today he manages a five-billion-
Dollar charitable trust

that's saved thousands of lives.

Sorry. You lost me
at "majoring in weed. "

The early 20s are a time

for experimentation and growth.

Making a few mistakes
is just part of that process.

You're making it worse.

It's not that I don't think that college
isn't a big deal. Come on.

This is Michelle.

She's an exceptional young woman.

Which is why she deserves
to go to an exceptional school.

- This decision...
- It's probably going to change.

She and Derrick will have a fight,

or she'll start to feel left out
when her friends visit schools.

This is not a done deal.

Applications are due
in a few months.

What if she realizes too late?

I'm responsible for her, Dr. Sweets.

It may not unfold
the way you'd like it to,

but Michelle is a smart
and wonderful, young woman,

worthy of your trust.

Let this play itself out.

I don't know if I can do that.

I do.

You've been a great mother to her.

Why should I listen to someone
who doesn't even take care of a pet.

Right.

I sponsor a water buffalo
in the Philippines.

And I suppose you wouldn't get
in the way of her decisions.

I wouldn't get in her way, period.

You made my day, Vincent.
Thank you.

Was it the vivid recounting
of my debauched weekend in Rio?

Or was it that juicy little
morsel regarding se?or Trebek?

Both entertaining.
But what really does it for me

is that foreign object
you gave me to i. D.

It's a bug.

Helopeltis theobromae.

The object
inside the bone was an insect?

Most of one.
It's part of the miridae family.

It's found primarily in Indonesia.

- I'll tell Dr. Brennan.
- Ake sure you tell her the best part.

One of the little
guy's favorite snacks?

Cocoa plants.

The evidence shows

that Harriet was
in indonesia six months ago.

Probably on a cocoa plantation,
which would explain the insect.

Wait a second. Here we go.
Indonesia. Cocoa.

Ambrosia chocolates.

- Remember them?
- Yes. They're expensive.

And delicious.

I love the cream center,

although not that much anymore.

Every Ambrosia employee
is sent down to Indonesia

to take part in this
immersion program

to study about cocoa.

But Harriet didn't work
for Ambrosia Chocolates.

Look at all the companies,
that she worked for

after she quit.
They all took a hit.

Remember Bellomo wines?

Lawrence Bellomo said that he lost
a major distributor of his wine.

Every company that
Harriet worked for was a victim

of corporate espionage.

Walpert was developing
a new line of chocolate.

Ambrosia sends Harriet
to Indonesia...

Because Ambrosia
is her real employer.

Harriet...

was a spy.

Yowza.

Yowza.

Gail Slevin, is it?

As president of Ambrosia Chocolates,

you have been trying
to buy out Walpert

for years, is that right?

We've made some overtures.
It's not a priority.

From my count, six overtures.

Walpert has not bitten.
That must have been frustrating, right?

- Not really. It's just business.
- Just business?

Are you familiar with
the economic espionage act?

Why would I be?

If I find proof that you've illegally
obtained a competitor's trade secrets,

you're looking at at least
ten years in prison.

I agreed to come down here to discuss
the accident at Walpert's factory.

I need a lawyer?

It wasn't an accident,
you see. It was murder.

And we have proof that the victim worked
for you and has been since she entered

your immersion program
six months ago.

See, Harriet was a spy.

Am I here because you think
I killed her?

If you didn't,
you might want to cooperate.

It might make negotiating a plea on
that espionage charge a little easier.

Harriet entered
the immersion program

so that she seemed
just like any other employee.

Her arm?

Happened during the harvesting
part of the program.

Go hand machetes
to 16 ivy league graduates.

See what happens.

She sliced herself, it got infected.

The plantation's in a remote area,

so it was impossible to get
sophisticated medical care.

All in the name of chocolate?

This is a competitive business.

Billions of dollars are at stake.

Harriet was hired at Walpert
to find the company's weaknesses.

And steal some
trade secrets along the way?

She called me last week, whispering
into the phone, she was going to quit.

- Did she say why?
- She thought Walpert was onto her.

I told her to be careful.
Jimmy has a temper.

I'm just...

working on some
disgusting stuff here.

Derrick flew up to Maine this week
to sign his letter of intent.

He brought this back for me.

He's actually a much cuter mascot

than I imagined.

I was hoping you'd take it.

Maybe even wear it once in a while?

I still want you to be proud of me.

I'm extremely proud of you.

And I'm so sorry

I haven't been supportive.

This is your decision,
and you have my support.

One hundred percent.

Thank you.

- Go, hagfish!
- I'll see you at home.

Dr. Saroyan, have you a minute?

Interestingly,
english quakers believed

that violence among the poor
would be ameliorated

if they could be persuaded
to give up alcohol

in favor of chocolate.

I thought you had
something to show me.

I found another perimortem injury.

The fourth finger on the left hand.

An asymmetry
in the articular condyle

with damage to the
corresponding facet.

What does that mean?
A dislocated finger?

Twisted and dislocated very
near the time of death, yes.

That's not a typical
defensive wound, nor

does it seem to factor
into our suffocation scenario.

I'll make sure to tell Dr. Brennan.
Good work.

Also...

Last one.
Make it good.

Right. Milton Hershey,

who had great success spreading
chocolate amongst the masses,

was also a... drumroll, please.

You're not gonna...?
I'll do it myself.

A quaker.

That's actually sort of interesting.

Gail Selvin admitted Harriet
was a spy, and she was scared.

- Of what?
- Him.

... to keep a lid on this, Melissa!

Look at this article!

And the other chocolate blogs?

- Not now!
- Excuse me?

You and your

investigation are costing me
big time!

Now, get the hell off my property

before I call the dogs.

- What is he talking about?
- Are you threatening a federal officer?

Back off!

- I mean it!
- You know what?

You're under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent,

and if I were you, I would, pal.

You believe this guy?

You knew what Harriet was doing,

so you drowned her
and left her for dead.

Suffocated her.
His hand was over her mouth.

So, when did you discover

that Harriet was working
for Gail Slevin?

What?

That little bitch!
What did she tell them?

- Calm down.
- Don't tell me to calm down.

This business is my life!
Get Scott in here!

If he showed her one damn slip
of paper...

- What Does scott have to do with this?
- He's the chocolatier!

I handle the business, but he oversees
all of the new formulations.

I'm just the face, like the colonel,

but my suit is way nicer.
No string tie or anything.

Did Harriet spend a lot of time
with Mr. Kimper?

You think I give a crap?

I hope so.

Scott's wife is... A horse.

You could actually
put a saddle on her.

And harriet was

quite a tease.

Old scott doesn't hold back
on the credit card charges.

Take a look at that charge.

Filed online last sunday.

The same day that he spent
$12.99 at the liquor store.

Bellomo sparkling wine, I imagine.

And $2,000 for an engagement ring.

Which he yanked off her finger,
dislocating it.

All of the evidence
points back to Scott Kimper.

But, unfortunately,
it's just circumstantial.

Got the analysis of the remaining
air bubble. It's good news.

Let's see.

Is this Michelle's
essay to Johns Hopkins?

It's very good.

It is.

I thought she wasn't applying
to any other schools except...

You're writing Michelle's...

Oh, that's bad.
I mean, -that's just wrong.

No, Dr. Hodgins.

That is being a mother,

and I assume
I can trust your discretion?

Of course...

mom.

We just got the results back
from the second bubble

we found in the chocolate.

You mean the eructation.

This one wasn't a burp.

It was her final exhalation.

It contained oxygen,
nitrogen, carbon dioxide

and a trace amount of blood.

- Harriet's blood.
- Not harriet's blood. Someone else's.

If it was her final exhalation,
then the blood must belong

to the person who was with her
when she died.

We have the killer.

She said she loved me.

I trusted her.

You weren't the first.

She worked for Ambrosia chocolate.

I shared everything with her.

My recipes, everything.

If she hadn't been inside,

that would have been the best
chocolate bar you ever had.

He killed her because he loved her?

He fell in love with a fake.
He couldn't handle it.

Love is idiot.

- What?
- I was personifying a concept.

It's poetic.

How does someone fall in love
with something that isn't even real?

That's a big question,
'cause you're going to say

that it's your brain
releasing chemicals

that just drive you crazy.

I'm not even going to go there.
I'm not gonna have this conversation.

- But you admit that love is an idiot?
- Look at that.

Hannah's back.

You know, this whole thing
that we're going to here...

The official announcement
that angela is pregnant?

I feel pretty stupid pretending.

You're trying
to find a justification

so you can go home
and have sex with hannah, right?

Plus, we already all know anyway.

But he doesn't know we know.

But angela says if
you can't pretend not knowing,

then you shouldn't go,
so I shouldn't.

I can lie to all of our friends

and say that you have
pressing FBI business.

I don't like the idea of lying,

but I'm going to go with it, thanks.

Tell Hannah welcome home.

Do you think everyone's here?

Yes, I do.

Just go ahead.

Hello, everyone.

All four of you, our friends.

Thank you so much for
coming out tonight to hear

our big announcement.

Maybe you've guessed?

What we'd like to share
with all of you is...

Our best friends.
Good.

Vincent, what's the matter?

I beg of you
not look at me directly.

Please just say
what you've come to say.

- Ready?
- Yes.

Angela and I are
going to have a baby!

Congratulations.

Wonderful! A baby!

That is so awesome!

A baby!

So good!

Stop.

You knew, didn't you?

We didn't.

No, I was surprised.

They knew.

They didn't...

Did you know?

That's why no one else is here.
Because you told them

if they couldn't fake surprise,
not to show up.

I think we were very convincing.

I actually felt like I was
hearing it for the first time.

I can't believe
you told them without me.

I didn't tell them, honey.
They guessed.

Didn't you guys guess on your own?

It was the glow
or the vomiting or something,

but the point is,
is that we're together,

and you guys are all
very happy for us, right?

- That part is true.
- To the Hodgins family!

To the Montenegro, Hodgins family.

And the wee one.

To our family!