Bones (2005–2017): Season 8, Episode 11 - The Archaeologist in the Cocoon - full transcript
An archaeologist is found murdered. His lab holds ancient remains of Neanderthals and Homosapiens; these are given to Clark to research. Brennan is jealous that she has to work the current case and not the ancient one.
No, honey, I'm fine.
Never better.
You just, uh-You told me to call
after the jump, so here I am.
See?
You worried for nothing.
Not sure when
I'm gonna be home exactly.
Um, things are a little bit...
up in the air right now.
Um, I'm just-
I'm waitin' on the other guys.
N-Nothing.
Nothing. Just, uh, still
stoked from the jump is all.
Honey, don't worry. Okay?
I'm fine.
I'm just-
Peekaboo.
Christine, look.
Mommy's gone.
Peekaboo.
- Peekaboo.
- What are you doing?
I don't understand. She was
lunging forward at six months,
waving good-bye
at seven months.
She routinely masters tasks...
several months
beyond her age group.
Ah, she's brilliant. Very
smart, just like her dad.
Mom.
Then she should
be able to grasp...
the conceptual elements of peekaboo
before the others in day care.
Is that some kind of, like, “Baby
Mensa†requirement or something?
It demonstrates an infant's ability
to understand object permanence.
Peekaboo.
Peekaboo!
Morning.
How is everyone?
Christine-she doesn't
understand peekaboo.
- Beg your pardon?
- Peekaboo.
Her cognitive
recognition skills...
belie her inability
to engage in the game.
Peekaboo.
You're scarin' her.
Peekaboo. Now you're
both scarin' her.
Peekaboo.
Peekaboo.
- Peekaboo.
- Bones, it really is a ridiculous game.
I agree.
It's no hide-and-seek.
The Kazurinsky child
loves peekaboo,
and she's one month younger than Christine.
Kazurinsky? What does that have
to do with anything? Booth.
Peekaboo.
Peekaboo.
Right, right. Okay.
On our way.
So, Mommy and Daddy gotta go catch the
bad guys. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.
Okay, Uncle Sweets here-
right here-this guy?
- He's gonna take you to day care.
- Uncle Sweets?
I love you even if you can't-
Peekaboo.
Okay. Bones?
Peekaboo.
Bones, okay. Let's go.
Peekaboo.
Bones, she'll probably be
playing poker when we get back.
I'll make sure she plays
with the Kazurinsky kid.
Good idea.
Peekaboo.
Nothin'?
Nothin'.
What the hell happened here?
It's quite intriguing.
Well, you're not kidding.
Okay. What the hell
is that thing?
I'm thinkin', uh, it's Mothman.
Of course you would, bug boy.
All right, Bones,
just be careful on that thing.
Take it up.
So what have we got here?
Blood on the passenger seat's
been wiped clean.
More than just a cut finger,
that's for sure.
Somebody drove a bleeding
cocoon here and just took off?
- Yeah. it makes you long for a simple stabbing, doesn't it?
- Not really.
You know what I'm thinking?
Reports indicate that Mothman
is a flying creature...
with a 10-foot wingspan
and red eyes.
Those witnesses saw...
what was most likely
a sandhill crane,
which can grow to be as tall as a man
and has red feathers around its eyes.
How do you explain this, huh? We could be
witnessing the birth of a new species.
Mothman? You are
a scientist, Dr. Hodgins.
And these remains
are undeniably human.
The prominent brow ridge
and the slanted frontal bone...
indicate the victim
is a Caucasian male.
Yeah, it does look humany.
Sorry to disappoint you.
So perhaps you can find a reasonable,
scientific explanation for the cocoon.
What are you gonna do,
cut the seats open?
Someone thought they wiped the blood
away from the seat, but look at this.
Blood. This is no accident.
You know what?
The gear shifter's in neutral.
Somebody pushed this car
down here.
The car slammed
into the boulder,
catapulted the whatever-that-is
into the tree.
Whoever drove this car really
went through a lot of trouble...
to make it look like an
accident, that's for sure.
Whoa! What are you doing? We have to cut
into the cocoon to get to the remains.
We don't even know what
we're dealing with yet.
I don't want to hear about
Mothman anymore, Dr. Hodgins.
Something spun this cocoon
around our victim, okay?
I'm not saying
it's Mothman... yet.
But, you know, until I determine
exactly what did do it-
I won't disturb it.
I'll just cut a small opening...
to see if I can determine cause
of death or any other markers...
that might be
of immediate value.
Just be careful.
Oh, my God.
Dr. Hodgins, can you please
get the bugs off my eyes?
- Yeah.
- It's difficult to see.
Huh.
Could you, please?
Right, yes.
I'm sorry.
I think there's a couple more.
Yeah.
Okay, hold on.
The crashed vehicle was
registered to a James Sutton.
James Sutton?
You know him?
Yeah. Well, adventurer,
archaeologist, book writer-
Temple of Doom guy.
I read his work on the Mayan
calendar and end of the world.
- Guess what.
- Didn't happen?
Plus, he misspelled “Mayanâ€
and “calendar, †so-
Well, Sutton's physician provided
us with his medical records.
Sutton suffered from
chronic sinusitis.
Note the distinctive scalloping.
Now these are the X-rays
from our victim's sinuses.
They match?
Why is he wrapped in a shroud?
Hyphantria cunea-
webworms.
The larvae spin webs
over the branches...
to support them while
they consume the foliage.
Ah. And since Sutton was caught
in the leaves, he was encased.
Yeah.
Can you estimate how long ago
they started on him?
Five days, give or take.
Dr. Hodgins?
Yeah?
How long is this gonna take?
Yeah, it's gonna be a while.
- Is there an alternative?
- Actually, there is.
- Will I be sorry I asked?
- Oh.
I'm sorry I asked if I'll
be sorry I asked. Carry on.
So I was working up a psych profile
on our victim using these.
He likes to read cheesy books.
No, no. He likes to write 'em.
Stuff on dinosaurs, Atlantis,
magnetic vortexes,
the bride of Jesus.
- Adventurous type, huh?
- Adventurous types get killed all the time.
Usually by jealous husbands
or cannibals in New Guinea.
At what age does a kid
master peekaboo?
Okay. Gear change.
Um, if you're asking
about Christine-
- Why the hesitation?
- Mmm. it's not about Christine.
Why is it when I ask you
something,
it's never about
what I'm asking you about?
- It's about Dr. Brennan.
- Ah, no, Sweets.
Listen to me.
She is very competitive-
extraordinarily competitive.
If I were a parent,
I would be a little concerned...
about the kind of pressure that
that places on a growing child.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Um, okay. So what Sutton does...
is he writes these books, and
then he-he tries to sell...
the artifacts that are
front and center,
like dinosaur eggs,
um, manuscripts,
ancient tools and weapons,
fossils, et cetera.
- So competition is contagious?
- Yeah.
You asked.
I need a list of people...
who bought this guy's
bogus artifacts.
That's my cue to get
the hell out of here.
Why are there still
creepy-crawlies on our victim?
Wait till you see this.
This is gonna be fun.
What is this?
- Crows.
- I know what they are. Why are they here?
They happen to have a voracious
appetite for webworms.
[ Cawiflg 1
They're fun, right?
Let me know when I
can have my tissue.
Feed, my children. Feed.
Okay, that's not
funny when you're alone.
Yeah. No, that was just creepy.
Okay. All right.
what is she saying?
She misunderstood.
She thought James died
in motor vehicle accident.
I told her it was not
an accident.
Our records show that you only came
to the U.S. about a month ago.
Marina and James met
in Chechnya Republic...
in village outside of Grozny.
In the mountains.
Lake Kezenoi.
They got married in Grozny,
then came back here to live.
- How about you?
- I been in U.S. five years.
First on student visa.
Then I graduate, find work.
I live in Cleveland. I came
here when James is disappear.
- So, uh, what do you do?
- Engineering.
- This matters?
- It matters, yeah.
Did your husband say or do anything
differently in the past few weeks?
Uh, we brought things back
with us from Russia.
James was, um-
Anxiety.
Also, um-
- Excited.
- It sounds like someone taking a big risk for a big reward.
- What did he bring into the country?
- I don't know. Old things.
[ Coughs 1
My sister is very sad that the man
she loved will never know his child.
This is the nicest storage
facility I've ever seen.
Well, it's climate controlled,
24-hour security.
You store something here,
you care about it.
Whatever Sutton
brought back from Russia...
must have been very valuable.
Well, let's go find out.
Okay.
It looks like
he worked here, Booth.
Mmm. Hey, Bones, bones.
Get it?
What are you doin'?
- You don't know where that's been.
- It's been-
it's been in Russia.
It's human.
You can tell
by licking the bone?
Because of its porosity, human bone sticks
to the tongue while animal bone doesn't.
No, no, no, no, no. There's gotta be
another test. You don't lick bones.
Who licks bones? This place is starting
to look like a serial killer's lair.
This must be the manifesto.
No.
These bones are not
the victims of a serial killer.
Oh, what, you can tell that
by licking them too?
If this documentation
is correct,
these remains date back
to Paleolithic times.
What do you mean,
like dinosaur times?
No, Booth. Homo sap/ens and
dinosaurs never coexisted, but-
These remains are
thousands of years old.
Thousands?
This is an amazing find.
According to the victim's notes,
all the remains were found...
at the same dig site near
Lake Kezenoi in Chechnya.
So Dr. Sutton might not have
been such a hack after all.
Just because he had them doesn't
mean he knew their importance.
All of his notes
are well organized.
I think he knew exactly
how valuable they are.
Why are you even here,
Dr. Edison?
He's the resident anthropologist
in charge of ancient remains.
I told him to take
the remains back to his lab.
But this could be
a very important find.
And since I have
written extensively...
on ancient remains and was recognized by
the Cambridge Archaeological Society...
for my work on the Lagar Velho
finds, I should be examining these.
But we have a murder
to solve, Dr. Brennan.
Crime, you. Ancient history, me.
Remember?
Yes. But I would think you would
want nothing more than my expertise.
I'm well aware you would think that. But I
don't want to take you from your murder.
Could you please pack these up
and take these down to 407...
in the anthropology suite,
please?
No, I don't believe this.
ltaughtyou.
And I'm very grateful. I promise,
you'll be thanked when I publish.
The tests on
the remaining tissue...
show no signs of contusions.
Excuse me? Our murder victim.
From this millennium.
Fine. But I just hope that I'm
available when Dr. Edison needs help.
Hey. Hi. I'm almost done.
Just removing the last of the
particulates that I found.
Where's Dr. B.?
Oh, in her office,
trying to accept that Dr. Edison
is in charge of the old bones.
- Oh.
- Yeah. She'll be okay.
- Yeah, that's not true.
- I know. She's very competitive.
You think? Clark has no idea
what he's getting himself into.
- Now, Dr. Brennan knows the boundaries.
- You really believe that?
Absolutely.
Not.
Can we get back to the murder?
It's so much easier to deal with.
Right.
So, I found some particulates embedded in
the scraping wound on the back of the ribs.
Any idea what it is?
Well, no.
Dr. Brennan thought that there was
evidence-
That animals might have
gotten to the remains.
So maybe they left 'em. I'll run
it through the mass spec and-
Oh, man.
Clark says that he needs me.
I don't want to get in
between him and Dr. Brennan.
And you also have particulates
to analyze, don't you?
Right. Yes. Good.
Thank you.
I am on it.
The last appointment that Sutton had
before he died was with his publisher.
Hey, look, maybe she can
give us something.
Dr. Edison is going to make a
fool of himself without my help.
Right. Okay. Are you
even listening to me?
- What?
- Oh, wow, okay. I guess not.
Look, it's Clark's job. It's Clark's
job, not yours. Just let it go.
Do you think it's right not to have
the best person analyze the remains?
Maybe you're afraid that he'll
do just fine without you.
- Excuse me?
- I'm just saying, it's-
Is this about the bones,
or is this about you?
I believe they are
one and the same.
Does that apply
to Christine too?
What? Are you saying that I use
Christine to make myself look good?
Oh, your words, not mine.
I am just saying that Clark
might do things his own way,
and the same
holds true for Christine.
- Shouldn't we be focusing on the case?
- That's a good idea.
These books Sutton wrote
are dreadful.
What publisher would allow
such inaccuracies?
Well, I'm thinking one that wanted to make
money off a modern-day Indiana Jones, huh?
It's all about the cash.
I still can't believe
Jim's dead.
We fixed time of death
at three days ago.
When was the last time you spoke to him?
Um, about a month ago.
He called from Grozny, said that
he had made an important find.
We were supposed to
talk about it last Friday.
Did he say exactly what it was
that he found in Chechnya? No.
But he was very excited, and he said
that he was finally going to be able...
to publish something
of real scientific merit.
So he knew that his previous books
were sensationalistic nonsense.
- Bones.
- We prefer to view them as...
an accessible way for the public
to get introduced to archaeology.
But an entire book on
fossilized dinosaur eggs?
It was quite successful
in the youth market.
The profits from these books-did
they pay for his expeditions?
Not exactly.
What he would do is feature...
an artifact in the book
and then sell it.
Tell you the truth, it was
almost always to the same guy.
- Who was this man?
- All I know is he's a businessman in Texas.
- L-I never got his name.
- And these artifacts were legal?
I don't know.
I have absolutely nothing to do
with that part of the business.
25,000 years-you'd think that
they'd just have a fire pit.
Homo sap/ens already had tens of
thousands of years of working with fire.
The stones found at the site
indicate a domed hearth.
This is all
just becoming so real.
I just want to put faces
on them all.
Well, the skulls
are there for you.
My paper would definitely
be enhanced with illustrations.
Hi, Angie. I got your text.
What are you doing here?
Making history live,
and you are gonna help.
Oh. Urn,
I'd rather not get between
Clark and Dr. Brennan.
Hodgins, we just need to know
the plant and insect life...
in the Northern Caucasus
25,000 years ago.
Wait a minute. Wait. Are you
actually afraid of Brennan?
Yeah.
More than you are of me?
Epigaea gaultheroides was common,
as was Betula medwedewii.
Could you put that in the binder?
Mm-hmm.
We tracked down the guy that
Sutton sold his artifacts to.
Wayne Wilson. Texas oil money.
Spends a lot of time in D.C.
Wilson is a fundamentalist.
He's the sole support of the country's
largest creationist museum.
Are you saying he's one of those guys who
believes that the world is 6,000 years old?
And yet he routinely bought artifacts
from Sutton that were way older.
Why would a true believer buy artifacts
that he refuses to believe even exist?
Perhaps he suffered
a crisis of faith.
The psychological stability
of the true believer...
rests entirely on
a superior posited authority.
Now if that authority
is removed or questioned-
- The guy goes wacky.
- I was gonna use a more technical term.
That's why I interrupted you.
All right, look.
According to Sutton's e-mails,
Wilson funded his entire trip
and was getting angry...
'cause Sutton wouldn't
turn over the bones.
I tell you what. You to talk to
Wilson, do your “shrinky†thing.
See if he, you know,
flipped out.
Gonna do my “shrinky†thing. Go.
These conifers
would have provided cover...
so that the fire
wouldn't be seen by predators.
Width of distal epiphysis
is 3.74 centimeters.
Dr. Brennan, hi.
You know, I was just leaving.
There would be a shelter
next to the hearth...
made from branches
and animal skins...
with a ground cover
made of leaves.
I know. We were just
getting that stuff-
And moss should be used
in the fire as well as wood.
Yeah-I was told that you
found particulates...
in the scraping wound
on the rib, Dr. Hodgins.
Yes. Yeah. Dried tissue.
Some kind of hide.
Um, I'm-I'm assembling a list of potential
objects that could be made from it.
Seems to me you are gardening. We are in the
middle of a murder investigation, Dr. Hodgins.
It's my fault. I'm sorry.
I begged him.
Look, this is becoming
an extraordinary find.
I've discovered
the remains of four-
No need to explain to me,
Dr. Edison.
Crime is my domain.
This is yours.
I know.
But as a fellow anthropologist,
I thought you would be
interested to know...
that these remains are both
Neanderthal and Homo sap/ens.
In the same site?
No, I don't think so.
These pieces are from a skull
of a Homo sap/ens male.
And we have the 0s coxae
and various metacarpals...
and phalanges
of a Homo sap/ens female.
And the rib and femur
of a Neanderthal male.
- This is remarkable.
- And I have the femur, mandible, humerus and skull...
of a female child,
approximately three years old.
Yeah, it's very sad.
She was only a toddler.
Do you know what this means?
Homo sap/ens and Neanderthals
living together...
in the same cave,
using the same resources.
Look at you two, sharing.
It's beautiful.
Mixed tribe cohabitating.
This is unprecedented.
Oh-I do plan on
crediting you, Dr. Brennan.
In a secondary capacity,
of course.
I believe it is I who will be crediting
you in a secondary capacity, Dr. Edison.
Excuse me?
The injury to the parietal was caused
by a blow with a sharp weapon.
This Homo sap/ens was murdered,
which is a crime.
So these bones are now mine.
Violence has plagued the human race from the
very beginning-before language, before fire.
It is the source of
the Cain and Abel myth.
Yes, violence sucks.
But what sucks even more...
is that the most fascinating thing that's
ever happened to me in my career...
turns out to be a mere crime.
So you agree that the investigation
of this crime should fall to me.
- Oh, you would like that, wouldn't you?
- Yes. That's why I suggested it.
The crimes you solve are just mere
current events. This is history.
Are you able to define the exact moment
at which current events become history?
- Yes. 100 years.
- You just made that up on the spot.
This-This happened
over 25 millennia ago, Dr. Brennan.
Even you can't count that
as “current events.â€
- it does in geologic terms.
- Well, luckily, neither one of us is a geologist.
Well, as it happens, I had a paper published
by the Geological Society of America.
And I've had two published
by Geophysical Systems.
- Which is for dilettantes and amateurs.
- Oh, really?
Whoa, whoa. Stop, stop.
What is going on here?
Well, Dr. Brennan here feels that
because these ancient individuals...
died in a violent manner, that
somehow it's a forensic concern.
And Dr. Edison feels that history
began a hundred years ago.
What? That's not even an accurate
representation of my meaning.
- You can stop all this by simply declaring this a homicide.
- Oh, no, she can't.
Yes, I can. It's a technicality, but
we live in a world of technicalities.
- World of technicalities.
- But...
I'm not gonna do that.
Clark can keep the bones here.
- Dr. Brennan can have access-
- No. But-
And if either one of you says another word,
I'm gonna rule in favor of the other.
Now drop the egos and figure out
what happened to this poor caveman.
Could you believe she just called
him a caveman? Unforgivable.
But I'm not saying anything else until
I'm completely certain she's gone.
I can hear you.
Damn.
Mr. Wilson, how long ago
was the Earth created?
I believe you're asking me if I believe
in the Book of Genesis, which I do.
Mm-hmm.
So 6,000 years?
According to the Bible.
Scientists tell us that the
universe is 13 billion years old,
and the Earth four-and-a-half
billion years old.
Well, who you gonna believe?
God or a bunch of scientists?
You own an oil company?
Does God tell you where to dig, or do you
count on a bunch of scientists to tell you?
Oh. I get
what's happening here.
What's happening here?
The F.B.l. sent a psychologist
to ask me questions...
because they want to know
if I am a religious fanatic.
Well, I know that
you're religious, sir.
What I'm trying to figure out is if your religious
convictions led you to kill James Sutton.
€œFear them not therefore:
for there is nothing covered...
that shall not be revealed,
and hid
that shall not be known.â€
- Book of Matthew.
- “Thou shalt not murder.†Deuteronomy.
I keep the Commandments,
Dr. Sweets, all 10 of 'em.
You bought these fossilized
dinosaur eggs from Sutton.
Correction. I bought those
rocks from Mr. Sutton.
Mmm.
You also bought this figurine that
Sutton found in northern Germany...
dated at approximately
32,000 years.
Who doesn't like a pretty girl?
Plus, I love history.
I own a museum.
None of the artifacts you bought
from Sutton made it in your museum.
It's my museum, Dr. Sweets.
I decide what does
and does not get into it.
Do you destroy the items that
contradict your creationist views,
or do you simply lock them away
where they can't do any harm?
We all do what we can do to
make the world a better place.
You fronted Sutton money
to go to Chechnya...
because he was after bones
that were 25,000 years old.
They call it
the Chechen Republic now.
Right. Now Sutton
refused to sell you...
what he found and for which
you'd already paid.
Probably because he knew that you'd
destroy 'em or lock 'em away.
He stole from me.
That's a fact.
The Bible calls lying
“bearing false witness, †right?
So I have to ask,
did God tell you
to kill James Sutton?
You know what God
is telling me right now?
- To get a lawyer?
- See there?
The word of God is audible
to all of those who listen.
Why are you so depressed?
You run out
of your marshmallows?
Well, my “happy
tribe†theory is kaput.
The Homo sap/ens male was clearly
murdered by a Neanderthal ax.
Hmm.
What have you got there?
My sketches of people
who lived 25,000 years ago.
Wow, these are good.
You can see us in 'em.
Yeah. We could be looking
at our own family, right?
- No.
- Because this family stopped here?
Yes.
You don't know that.
There could have been a brother
out hunting that day...
or a sister
gathering nuts and-
I don't actually know what people
did for a living back then, so-
This is wrong.
No, I don't think so.
This child is way too short for
a Homo sap/ens three-year-old,
especially compared to the height of
the two Homo sap/ens parents.
Well, I got the measurements
from you, Clark.
So if anybody's wrong,
I think it was you.
The only way a Homo sap/ens child
could be this short and stocky...
is if she inherited
traits from-
Oh, my God.
Wh-What?
A shorter, thicker tibia is more
suited to a Neanderthal than a human,
which can only mean that-
That the child is Neanderthal.
Half Neanderthal.
Well, yeah, but then her
father isn't her father.
This is her father.
See, that's not-
I mean, I don't think that-
I'm freaking out right now.
- Is this a new thing?
- Yeah, Angela.
This is a new thing.
Dr. Brennan?
Yes?
You seem to be looking at both
Sutton's remains and his notes.
That's accurate.
Those are two different cases.
One's a murder
from a few days ago.
The other is a murder
from 25,000 years ago.
Yes.
Dr. Brennan, I know the Neanderthal
case is historic and exciting,
but this man was murdered,
and he left behind a widow
and a fatherless child.
I think we should
find out who did it.
I've cataloged the injuries
to the ribs and spine.
Yes, there are traces
of animal tissue in the bone.
When I was in the Maldives, I
examined the remains of a woman...
who'd been tied to a tree and whipped
for cheating on her husband.
You think the animal tissue
is leather?
Yes, I believe that approximately
two months before he was killed,
Dr. Sutton was flogged.
I think I found it.
Ouch.
Yeah, I got this from
the Russian History Room.
It's called a knout in English,
pronounced “ka-noot†in Russian.
Here's an interesting fact. Most Germanic
languages still pronounce the silent
So knight is “ka-night, â€
knife is “ka-nifeâ€-
Fascinating. So you think this
is what Sutton was beaten with?
Flogged.
Oh, yeah.
The tissue was a tanned hide.
Leather?
Um, yeah.
It was from a Siberian musk ox.
Now, I ran it through
the isotopic mass spec...
and was able to isolate the geographic
origin to the Chechen Republic in Russia.
That's the area
where his dig was.
Yeah. What did you find?
Well, I have tissue samples
from his back.
There's scarring on them that indicates that
the flogging took place about two months ago.
Which would definitely
place him in Chechnya.
The areas of impact on the flesh are pale
with abrasions, bruising along both sides.
It's amazing that he survived
a beating like this.
His wife was pregnant.
He had something to live for.
I'm surprised your brother
didn't come with you this time.
He's working.
Mrs. Sutton,
I know this is difficult,
but telling us what happened to your
husband might help us find who killed him.
Are you in danger?
You know, he was flogged.
He was whipped.
You understand?
Who did that to him?
Our son will be named Valentine.
Is that name significant
in some way?
Yes. It is a family name.
My family is, um-
I'm sorry.
I don't understand.
Do things... the old way.
Oh, traditional.
Okay. Your family didn't want you to
marry a foreigner, but you're pregnant.
Your father had Sutton whipped.
[Crying 1 We get to Grozny.
Hide.
James, when he gets better,
we come here, to America.
Now is it possible that
your father followed you here?
No.
I have dishonored my family.
I am dead to him.
And now I can't go home.
And James is gone.
May I help you,
Dr. Brennan?
Dr. Edison. No, I knocked,
but I haven't touched anything.
It's okay. You can examine
anything you want.
I should have
spotted it earlier,
but apparently I was too busy competing
with you to really see anything.
The child's large,
pronounced brow ridge...
is characteristically
Neanderthal...
while the radius and ulna
appear to be Homo sap/ens.
I was stunned myself.
I thought Angela made a mistake.
Not Angela.
This was an interspecies family,
the first of its kind,
and I didn't
take the time to notice.
- Yeah, but you trained me to-
- Congratulations belong to you.
Deservedly so, Dr. Edison.
Thank you.
It's no wonder Sutton
didn't want to give these up.
I know. I never thought I'd be
part of a discovery like this.
Well, you probably wouldn't if
you hadn't been trained so well.
I'll let you get back to work.
Okay.
Initially, I thought
all of these markings...
came from predators,
but look at this.
The nick on the
coracoid process.
That's not from a predator?
The teeth would have
to be very small.
And young predators don't
usually feed with adults.
The adults bring
the food back to them.
This injury had to have been
caused by a weapon of some kind.
The coracoid process could only
be exposed if the arm was raised.
As if the victim
were warding off an attack.
The first blow must have
been to the scapula.
Which caused
this indentation here.
Then the victim turns
to face the assailant,
raises his arm
in a defensive posture-
The murder weapon nicks
the coracoid process,
then travels downward
into the armpit,
slicing the axillary artery.
He died of exsanguination.
Exsanguination.
A completely severed axillary would pump
about 100 c.c.'s of blood per heartbeat.
At that rate, the victim would have lost
consciousness in less than 30 seconds.
And died in under a minute.
Dr. Brennan, I do believe
we found cause of death.
Yes. Together.
So, you were V.D.V.
in the Russian army.
- I'm a patriot. So?
- That's like our Special Forces.
I'm sure you were taught how to target
major arteries in hand-to-hand combat?
I know how to defend myself.
Right. According to
your bank account,
there's some major withdrawals
in the past three months.
One bigger than the other.
You like to gamble?
I play the horses
once in a while.
Yeah, I know.
I've been there.
When you bet, you lose. You get desperate.
You bet more just to get that rush.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
No? I mean, you were
broke two weeks ago.
Then you get this. Electronic
transfer from a Russian bank...
for $20,000.
Someone paid off an old debt.
Yeah, it's possible.
I could see that. But do you
want to hear my theory?
I'm thinking you come here
and you want to make it big.
But you fall into debt.
So what do you do?
You go to Daddy to bail you out.
And he agrees on one condition.
To restore the family honor,
you had to take out
your sister's husband.
You shouldn't talk about
my family like that.
I can see that family
means a lot to you.
You would do anything to protect
their honor. Am I right?
I know my rights.
And I don't have to
talk to you anymore.
So the nick to the coracoid process
revealed microscopic fibers...
of a dyed and coated linen.
- Parts of the victim's clothing?
- No, because...
the linen has been suffused
with polyurethane.
- I don't know what that means.
- Well, it's-
I know what it means, obviously.
What I don't understand
is its significance.
Bookbinding.
How could a book cut through the muscle
tissue and sever a major artery?
I guess we're looking for something
that's covered in bookbinder's linen...
that's sharper than a book.
That is correct.
I know what killed James Sutton.
Wha-Would you
care to share it with me?
I have to get Booth.
Nope. Yeah, okay.
I'll just find out later.
Just because I don't have an alibi
does not mean that I killed Jim.
Doesn't exactly clear you either.
These books.
- What about them?
- They cover a wide range of topics...
that would've been useful
in this killing.
- Really? Like what?
- This book is about...
how to commit
the perfect murder.
Why would you
publish something like that?
It was written by a man
on death row.
How could he possibly be an
expert on the perfect murder?
Hmm.
What else we got here?
Oh. Oh, look at this.
You missed one, Bones.
"L-low to Remove Stains.â€
There's blood on the floor here.
I bet it says
to use bleach on blood.
That doesn't work.
You publish trash.
I cut my foot on a rock in the garden.
It bled a lot.
- I estimate about two liters.
- Two liters. I'm surprised you didn't pass out.
Okay, I'm sorry. The bookends-
they come in pairs?
- I only ever had one.
- Really? Not in this picture you didn't.
I see two.
This is a likely match
for the indentation...
on the posterior surface
of Sutton's scapula.
So you're saying that
I killed Jim with a bookend?
That's ludicrous.
D.N.A. will tell us if the blood
on the floor matches Sutton's.
It's only a matter of time. You come clean
with us, I'll tell the judge you cooperated.
When he called me from Russia,
I could hear it in his voice.
- Something changed.
- He'd fallen in love.
Oh, no.
It was never about her.
We were a team.
Until he decided to publish in some
ridiculous journal for no pay...
and leave me out of it.
He betrayed me.
He wanted to be taken seriously
as an archaeologist,
which is a very high calling.
You should've let him have that.
Well, you're under arrest for
the murder of Dr. James Sutton.
Hello, everybody.
We are extremely gratified...
that there are so many people who are
interested in what happened 25,000 years ago.
Even the F.B.l.
is interested.
- It was a crime.
- Well, F.B.l.'s all about crime.
- So can we get goin' here?
- But I think this is Clark's story to tell.
Dr. Edison.
O-Okay, all right.
Yes, uh-
Are you gonna let Clark
have all this glory?
He put it together.
I only helped.
Dr. Hodgins, would you stand in
for the Neanderthal father?
Yes.
Dr. Saroyan, would you be
the Homo sap/ens mother?
- And, um-
- No.
- No?
- Don't even think about it.
Okay.
- Dr. Sweets, would you be our interloper?
- Okay.
All right, gentlemen, could you go this
way? And I'll call you when I need you.
It was a warmish morning
in the late fall...
in the foothills
of the Caucasus Mountains.
- E-Excuse me, if I may?
- Oh, boy.
How do you know
it was a warmish morning?
Uh, spores and fungi tell us
that it was a very warm autumn.
Bug boy.
Mom was grinding acorns
into paste between rocks.
The grinding rocks were
a part of Sutton's find,
as were some acorn husks.
A very warm autumn.
- Yes.
- Now, there was a little girl,
only three years old, who was sleeping
under some skins here in the shelter.
Which is our cue for Dad
to come in with dinner.
Right, good. Hark!
I bring thee meat,
which we thus
shall feast upon and-
Hey, honey-
it's not Shakespeare.
Right. Yes. Good. Sorry.
Um-Um-Rah, caveman.
Please don't say “caveman.â€
This is not a family
like others.
They were outcasts.
This family lived apart
because they were not accepted.
Time for the interloper.
- What do I do?
- Throw your spear at Dad.
- Why?
- We found a greenstick fracture...
on the father's
left ninth rib...
that is consistent with the ballistic
trajectory of a thrown weapon.
Homo sap/ens were the first to
throw a spear at their prey...
rather than simplyjab at it.
Well, Homo sap/ens can go
straight to hell then.
Oh, everyone in this room's Homo sap/ens.
Not me-I'm Neanderthal.
Mom then attacked the interloper
with her grinding stone,
fracturing his left humerus.
He then retaliated
by striking her in the face.
And down Mom went
with a broken jaw,
and very likely
a crushed larynx.
But her actions gave Dad time
to pick up his stone hatchet-
[ Grunts I
and strike the interloper.
Dude, lie down. You're dead.
- I'm not gonna lie down.
- Well, you should. I just split your skull wide open.
Okay. All right. We got it. The bad
guy is dead. What happened next?
As I was saying, the interloper
was killed instantly.
The father bled out
in less than three minutes.
What happened to the mother?
Her larynx was crushed.
She suffocated to death.
Okay, but the little girl-
she was okay, right?
No, actually, she was only
three years old and-
She was all alone.
What the hell? Why didn't the
other villagers take her in?
Because she was h a If Homo
sap/Zens and half Neanderthal.
No one wanted her.
The lines of arrest
on the child's teeth...
indicate that
she starved to death.
Wow.
So you're saying the world's
first hate crime...
ended with the starvation
of a little girl?
No. Booth,
it doesn't end in hate.
No, before he died,
Dad crawled over to the mom
where they died together.
- And then-
- The little girl's last action...
was to come over...
and lie down with her parents.
Which is how Sutton
found the bones.
Together.
You know, that was really nice of you
to let Clark have his moment, Bones.
Well, I'm a very nice person.
Yes, you are.
You know what? You're very nice. You
gotta work on your modesty though.
Well, I am being modest because I
actually did something even nicer.
- Oh, really? What was that?
- I told Clark...
to replace my authorship credit
with Dr. James Sutton.
That way, one day Sutton's son will
see what a great discovery he made.
You're right.
It was very nice.
I don't want to pass my failings
on to Christine, Booth.
- What failings?
- Hyper-competitiveness,
arrogance, insensitivity
to the feelings of others.
You know what? Thumbs-up for
self-realization there, Bones.
Actually, two thumbs up.
You should make
a similar effort.
- What?
- Not to pass on your failings.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. What do you mean?
What failings?
Oh, it's time for bed.
- Wait, what failings?
- You know.
We're gonna have a bath.
We'll get yourjammies on.
What, is this because
I won't walk under ladders?
We'll have some milk,
wash your hair.
Oh. What is this,
my sweet tooth?
Yeah.
So I like to have a beer every
once in a while in the bathtub.
What's so bad about that?
What failings?
What's that mean?
Never better.
You just, uh-You told me to call
after the jump, so here I am.
See?
You worried for nothing.
Not sure when
I'm gonna be home exactly.
Um, things are a little bit...
up in the air right now.
Um, I'm just-
I'm waitin' on the other guys.
N-Nothing.
Nothing. Just, uh, still
stoked from the jump is all.
Honey, don't worry. Okay?
I'm fine.
I'm just-
Peekaboo.
Christine, look.
Mommy's gone.
Peekaboo.
- Peekaboo.
- What are you doing?
I don't understand. She was
lunging forward at six months,
waving good-bye
at seven months.
She routinely masters tasks...
several months
beyond her age group.
Ah, she's brilliant. Very
smart, just like her dad.
Mom.
Then she should
be able to grasp...
the conceptual elements of peekaboo
before the others in day care.
Is that some kind of, like, “Baby
Mensa†requirement or something?
It demonstrates an infant's ability
to understand object permanence.
Peekaboo.
Peekaboo!
Morning.
How is everyone?
Christine-she doesn't
understand peekaboo.
- Beg your pardon?
- Peekaboo.
Her cognitive
recognition skills...
belie her inability
to engage in the game.
Peekaboo.
You're scarin' her.
Peekaboo. Now you're
both scarin' her.
Peekaboo.
Peekaboo.
- Peekaboo.
- Bones, it really is a ridiculous game.
I agree.
It's no hide-and-seek.
The Kazurinsky child
loves peekaboo,
and she's one month younger than Christine.
Kazurinsky? What does that have
to do with anything? Booth.
Peekaboo.
Peekaboo.
Right, right. Okay.
On our way.
So, Mommy and Daddy gotta go catch the
bad guys. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.
Okay, Uncle Sweets here-
right here-this guy?
- He's gonna take you to day care.
- Uncle Sweets?
I love you even if you can't-
Peekaboo.
Okay. Bones?
Peekaboo.
Bones, okay. Let's go.
Peekaboo.
Bones, she'll probably be
playing poker when we get back.
I'll make sure she plays
with the Kazurinsky kid.
Good idea.
Peekaboo.
Nothin'?
Nothin'.
What the hell happened here?
It's quite intriguing.
Well, you're not kidding.
Okay. What the hell
is that thing?
I'm thinkin', uh, it's Mothman.
Of course you would, bug boy.
All right, Bones,
just be careful on that thing.
Take it up.
So what have we got here?
Blood on the passenger seat's
been wiped clean.
More than just a cut finger,
that's for sure.
Somebody drove a bleeding
cocoon here and just took off?
- Yeah. it makes you long for a simple stabbing, doesn't it?
- Not really.
You know what I'm thinking?
Reports indicate that Mothman
is a flying creature...
with a 10-foot wingspan
and red eyes.
Those witnesses saw...
what was most likely
a sandhill crane,
which can grow to be as tall as a man
and has red feathers around its eyes.
How do you explain this, huh? We could be
witnessing the birth of a new species.
Mothman? You are
a scientist, Dr. Hodgins.
And these remains
are undeniably human.
The prominent brow ridge
and the slanted frontal bone...
indicate the victim
is a Caucasian male.
Yeah, it does look humany.
Sorry to disappoint you.
So perhaps you can find a reasonable,
scientific explanation for the cocoon.
What are you gonna do,
cut the seats open?
Someone thought they wiped the blood
away from the seat, but look at this.
Blood. This is no accident.
You know what?
The gear shifter's in neutral.
Somebody pushed this car
down here.
The car slammed
into the boulder,
catapulted the whatever-that-is
into the tree.
Whoever drove this car really
went through a lot of trouble...
to make it look like an
accident, that's for sure.
Whoa! What are you doing? We have to cut
into the cocoon to get to the remains.
We don't even know what
we're dealing with yet.
I don't want to hear about
Mothman anymore, Dr. Hodgins.
Something spun this cocoon
around our victim, okay?
I'm not saying
it's Mothman... yet.
But, you know, until I determine
exactly what did do it-
I won't disturb it.
I'll just cut a small opening...
to see if I can determine cause
of death or any other markers...
that might be
of immediate value.
Just be careful.
Oh, my God.
Dr. Hodgins, can you please
get the bugs off my eyes?
- Yeah.
- It's difficult to see.
Huh.
Could you, please?
Right, yes.
I'm sorry.
I think there's a couple more.
Yeah.
Okay, hold on.
The crashed vehicle was
registered to a James Sutton.
James Sutton?
You know him?
Yeah. Well, adventurer,
archaeologist, book writer-
Temple of Doom guy.
I read his work on the Mayan
calendar and end of the world.
- Guess what.
- Didn't happen?
Plus, he misspelled “Mayanâ€
and “calendar, †so-
Well, Sutton's physician provided
us with his medical records.
Sutton suffered from
chronic sinusitis.
Note the distinctive scalloping.
Now these are the X-rays
from our victim's sinuses.
They match?
Why is he wrapped in a shroud?
Hyphantria cunea-
webworms.
The larvae spin webs
over the branches...
to support them while
they consume the foliage.
Ah. And since Sutton was caught
in the leaves, he was encased.
Yeah.
Can you estimate how long ago
they started on him?
Five days, give or take.
Dr. Hodgins?
Yeah?
How long is this gonna take?
Yeah, it's gonna be a while.
- Is there an alternative?
- Actually, there is.
- Will I be sorry I asked?
- Oh.
I'm sorry I asked if I'll
be sorry I asked. Carry on.
So I was working up a psych profile
on our victim using these.
He likes to read cheesy books.
No, no. He likes to write 'em.
Stuff on dinosaurs, Atlantis,
magnetic vortexes,
the bride of Jesus.
- Adventurous type, huh?
- Adventurous types get killed all the time.
Usually by jealous husbands
or cannibals in New Guinea.
At what age does a kid
master peekaboo?
Okay. Gear change.
Um, if you're asking
about Christine-
- Why the hesitation?
- Mmm. it's not about Christine.
Why is it when I ask you
something,
it's never about
what I'm asking you about?
- It's about Dr. Brennan.
- Ah, no, Sweets.
Listen to me.
She is very competitive-
extraordinarily competitive.
If I were a parent,
I would be a little concerned...
about the kind of pressure that
that places on a growing child.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Um, okay. So what Sutton does...
is he writes these books, and
then he-he tries to sell...
the artifacts that are
front and center,
like dinosaur eggs,
um, manuscripts,
ancient tools and weapons,
fossils, et cetera.
- So competition is contagious?
- Yeah.
You asked.
I need a list of people...
who bought this guy's
bogus artifacts.
That's my cue to get
the hell out of here.
Why are there still
creepy-crawlies on our victim?
Wait till you see this.
This is gonna be fun.
What is this?
- Crows.
- I know what they are. Why are they here?
They happen to have a voracious
appetite for webworms.
[ Cawiflg 1
They're fun, right?
Let me know when I
can have my tissue.
Feed, my children. Feed.
Okay, that's not
funny when you're alone.
Yeah. No, that was just creepy.
Okay. All right.
what is she saying?
She misunderstood.
She thought James died
in motor vehicle accident.
I told her it was not
an accident.
Our records show that you only came
to the U.S. about a month ago.
Marina and James met
in Chechnya Republic...
in village outside of Grozny.
In the mountains.
Lake Kezenoi.
They got married in Grozny,
then came back here to live.
- How about you?
- I been in U.S. five years.
First on student visa.
Then I graduate, find work.
I live in Cleveland. I came
here when James is disappear.
- So, uh, what do you do?
- Engineering.
- This matters?
- It matters, yeah.
Did your husband say or do anything
differently in the past few weeks?
Uh, we brought things back
with us from Russia.
James was, um-
Anxiety.
Also, um-
- Excited.
- It sounds like someone taking a big risk for a big reward.
- What did he bring into the country?
- I don't know. Old things.
[ Coughs 1
My sister is very sad that the man
she loved will never know his child.
This is the nicest storage
facility I've ever seen.
Well, it's climate controlled,
24-hour security.
You store something here,
you care about it.
Whatever Sutton
brought back from Russia...
must have been very valuable.
Well, let's go find out.
Okay.
It looks like
he worked here, Booth.
Mmm. Hey, Bones, bones.
Get it?
What are you doin'?
- You don't know where that's been.
- It's been-
it's been in Russia.
It's human.
You can tell
by licking the bone?
Because of its porosity, human bone sticks
to the tongue while animal bone doesn't.
No, no, no, no, no. There's gotta be
another test. You don't lick bones.
Who licks bones? This place is starting
to look like a serial killer's lair.
This must be the manifesto.
No.
These bones are not
the victims of a serial killer.
Oh, what, you can tell that
by licking them too?
If this documentation
is correct,
these remains date back
to Paleolithic times.
What do you mean,
like dinosaur times?
No, Booth. Homo sap/ens and
dinosaurs never coexisted, but-
These remains are
thousands of years old.
Thousands?
This is an amazing find.
According to the victim's notes,
all the remains were found...
at the same dig site near
Lake Kezenoi in Chechnya.
So Dr. Sutton might not have
been such a hack after all.
Just because he had them doesn't
mean he knew their importance.
All of his notes
are well organized.
I think he knew exactly
how valuable they are.
Why are you even here,
Dr. Edison?
He's the resident anthropologist
in charge of ancient remains.
I told him to take
the remains back to his lab.
But this could be
a very important find.
And since I have
written extensively...
on ancient remains and was recognized by
the Cambridge Archaeological Society...
for my work on the Lagar Velho
finds, I should be examining these.
But we have a murder
to solve, Dr. Brennan.
Crime, you. Ancient history, me.
Remember?
Yes. But I would think you would
want nothing more than my expertise.
I'm well aware you would think that. But I
don't want to take you from your murder.
Could you please pack these up
and take these down to 407...
in the anthropology suite,
please?
No, I don't believe this.
ltaughtyou.
And I'm very grateful. I promise,
you'll be thanked when I publish.
The tests on
the remaining tissue...
show no signs of contusions.
Excuse me? Our murder victim.
From this millennium.
Fine. But I just hope that I'm
available when Dr. Edison needs help.
Hey. Hi. I'm almost done.
Just removing the last of the
particulates that I found.
Where's Dr. B.?
Oh, in her office,
trying to accept that Dr. Edison
is in charge of the old bones.
- Oh.
- Yeah. She'll be okay.
- Yeah, that's not true.
- I know. She's very competitive.
You think? Clark has no idea
what he's getting himself into.
- Now, Dr. Brennan knows the boundaries.
- You really believe that?
Absolutely.
Not.
Can we get back to the murder?
It's so much easier to deal with.
Right.
So, I found some particulates embedded in
the scraping wound on the back of the ribs.
Any idea what it is?
Well, no.
Dr. Brennan thought that there was
evidence-
That animals might have
gotten to the remains.
So maybe they left 'em. I'll run
it through the mass spec and-
Oh, man.
Clark says that he needs me.
I don't want to get in
between him and Dr. Brennan.
And you also have particulates
to analyze, don't you?
Right. Yes. Good.
Thank you.
I am on it.
The last appointment that Sutton had
before he died was with his publisher.
Hey, look, maybe she can
give us something.
Dr. Edison is going to make a
fool of himself without my help.
Right. Okay. Are you
even listening to me?
- What?
- Oh, wow, okay. I guess not.
Look, it's Clark's job. It's Clark's
job, not yours. Just let it go.
Do you think it's right not to have
the best person analyze the remains?
Maybe you're afraid that he'll
do just fine without you.
- Excuse me?
- I'm just saying, it's-
Is this about the bones,
or is this about you?
I believe they are
one and the same.
Does that apply
to Christine too?
What? Are you saying that I use
Christine to make myself look good?
Oh, your words, not mine.
I am just saying that Clark
might do things his own way,
and the same
holds true for Christine.
- Shouldn't we be focusing on the case?
- That's a good idea.
These books Sutton wrote
are dreadful.
What publisher would allow
such inaccuracies?
Well, I'm thinking one that wanted to make
money off a modern-day Indiana Jones, huh?
It's all about the cash.
I still can't believe
Jim's dead.
We fixed time of death
at three days ago.
When was the last time you spoke to him?
Um, about a month ago.
He called from Grozny, said that
he had made an important find.
We were supposed to
talk about it last Friday.
Did he say exactly what it was
that he found in Chechnya? No.
But he was very excited, and he said
that he was finally going to be able...
to publish something
of real scientific merit.
So he knew that his previous books
were sensationalistic nonsense.
- Bones.
- We prefer to view them as...
an accessible way for the public
to get introduced to archaeology.
But an entire book on
fossilized dinosaur eggs?
It was quite successful
in the youth market.
The profits from these books-did
they pay for his expeditions?
Not exactly.
What he would do is feature...
an artifact in the book
and then sell it.
Tell you the truth, it was
almost always to the same guy.
- Who was this man?
- All I know is he's a businessman in Texas.
- L-I never got his name.
- And these artifacts were legal?
I don't know.
I have absolutely nothing to do
with that part of the business.
25,000 years-you'd think that
they'd just have a fire pit.
Homo sap/ens already had tens of
thousands of years of working with fire.
The stones found at the site
indicate a domed hearth.
This is all
just becoming so real.
I just want to put faces
on them all.
Well, the skulls
are there for you.
My paper would definitely
be enhanced with illustrations.
Hi, Angie. I got your text.
What are you doing here?
Making history live,
and you are gonna help.
Oh. Urn,
I'd rather not get between
Clark and Dr. Brennan.
Hodgins, we just need to know
the plant and insect life...
in the Northern Caucasus
25,000 years ago.
Wait a minute. Wait. Are you
actually afraid of Brennan?
Yeah.
More than you are of me?
Epigaea gaultheroides was common,
as was Betula medwedewii.
Could you put that in the binder?
Mm-hmm.
We tracked down the guy that
Sutton sold his artifacts to.
Wayne Wilson. Texas oil money.
Spends a lot of time in D.C.
Wilson is a fundamentalist.
He's the sole support of the country's
largest creationist museum.
Are you saying he's one of those guys who
believes that the world is 6,000 years old?
And yet he routinely bought artifacts
from Sutton that were way older.
Why would a true believer buy artifacts
that he refuses to believe even exist?
Perhaps he suffered
a crisis of faith.
The psychological stability
of the true believer...
rests entirely on
a superior posited authority.
Now if that authority
is removed or questioned-
- The guy goes wacky.
- I was gonna use a more technical term.
That's why I interrupted you.
All right, look.
According to Sutton's e-mails,
Wilson funded his entire trip
and was getting angry...
'cause Sutton wouldn't
turn over the bones.
I tell you what. You to talk to
Wilson, do your “shrinky†thing.
See if he, you know,
flipped out.
Gonna do my “shrinky†thing. Go.
These conifers
would have provided cover...
so that the fire
wouldn't be seen by predators.
Width of distal epiphysis
is 3.74 centimeters.
Dr. Brennan, hi.
You know, I was just leaving.
There would be a shelter
next to the hearth...
made from branches
and animal skins...
with a ground cover
made of leaves.
I know. We were just
getting that stuff-
And moss should be used
in the fire as well as wood.
Yeah-I was told that you
found particulates...
in the scraping wound
on the rib, Dr. Hodgins.
Yes. Yeah. Dried tissue.
Some kind of hide.
Um, I'm-I'm assembling a list of potential
objects that could be made from it.
Seems to me you are gardening. We are in the
middle of a murder investigation, Dr. Hodgins.
It's my fault. I'm sorry.
I begged him.
Look, this is becoming
an extraordinary find.
I've discovered
the remains of four-
No need to explain to me,
Dr. Edison.
Crime is my domain.
This is yours.
I know.
But as a fellow anthropologist,
I thought you would be
interested to know...
that these remains are both
Neanderthal and Homo sap/ens.
In the same site?
No, I don't think so.
These pieces are from a skull
of a Homo sap/ens male.
And we have the 0s coxae
and various metacarpals...
and phalanges
of a Homo sap/ens female.
And the rib and femur
of a Neanderthal male.
- This is remarkable.
- And I have the femur, mandible, humerus and skull...
of a female child,
approximately three years old.
Yeah, it's very sad.
She was only a toddler.
Do you know what this means?
Homo sap/ens and Neanderthals
living together...
in the same cave,
using the same resources.
Look at you two, sharing.
It's beautiful.
Mixed tribe cohabitating.
This is unprecedented.
Oh-I do plan on
crediting you, Dr. Brennan.
In a secondary capacity,
of course.
I believe it is I who will be crediting
you in a secondary capacity, Dr. Edison.
Excuse me?
The injury to the parietal was caused
by a blow with a sharp weapon.
This Homo sap/ens was murdered,
which is a crime.
So these bones are now mine.
Violence has plagued the human race from the
very beginning-before language, before fire.
It is the source of
the Cain and Abel myth.
Yes, violence sucks.
But what sucks even more...
is that the most fascinating thing that's
ever happened to me in my career...
turns out to be a mere crime.
So you agree that the investigation
of this crime should fall to me.
- Oh, you would like that, wouldn't you?
- Yes. That's why I suggested it.
The crimes you solve are just mere
current events. This is history.
Are you able to define the exact moment
at which current events become history?
- Yes. 100 years.
- You just made that up on the spot.
This-This happened
over 25 millennia ago, Dr. Brennan.
Even you can't count that
as “current events.â€
- it does in geologic terms.
- Well, luckily, neither one of us is a geologist.
Well, as it happens, I had a paper published
by the Geological Society of America.
And I've had two published
by Geophysical Systems.
- Which is for dilettantes and amateurs.
- Oh, really?
Whoa, whoa. Stop, stop.
What is going on here?
Well, Dr. Brennan here feels that
because these ancient individuals...
died in a violent manner, that
somehow it's a forensic concern.
And Dr. Edison feels that history
began a hundred years ago.
What? That's not even an accurate
representation of my meaning.
- You can stop all this by simply declaring this a homicide.
- Oh, no, she can't.
Yes, I can. It's a technicality, but
we live in a world of technicalities.
- World of technicalities.
- But...
I'm not gonna do that.
Clark can keep the bones here.
- Dr. Brennan can have access-
- No. But-
And if either one of you says another word,
I'm gonna rule in favor of the other.
Now drop the egos and figure out
what happened to this poor caveman.
Could you believe she just called
him a caveman? Unforgivable.
But I'm not saying anything else until
I'm completely certain she's gone.
I can hear you.
Damn.
Mr. Wilson, how long ago
was the Earth created?
I believe you're asking me if I believe
in the Book of Genesis, which I do.
Mm-hmm.
So 6,000 years?
According to the Bible.
Scientists tell us that the
universe is 13 billion years old,
and the Earth four-and-a-half
billion years old.
Well, who you gonna believe?
God or a bunch of scientists?
You own an oil company?
Does God tell you where to dig, or do you
count on a bunch of scientists to tell you?
Oh. I get
what's happening here.
What's happening here?
The F.B.l. sent a psychologist
to ask me questions...
because they want to know
if I am a religious fanatic.
Well, I know that
you're religious, sir.
What I'm trying to figure out is if your religious
convictions led you to kill James Sutton.
€œFear them not therefore:
for there is nothing covered...
that shall not be revealed,
and hid
that shall not be known.â€
- Book of Matthew.
- “Thou shalt not murder.†Deuteronomy.
I keep the Commandments,
Dr. Sweets, all 10 of 'em.
You bought these fossilized
dinosaur eggs from Sutton.
Correction. I bought those
rocks from Mr. Sutton.
Mmm.
You also bought this figurine that
Sutton found in northern Germany...
dated at approximately
32,000 years.
Who doesn't like a pretty girl?
Plus, I love history.
I own a museum.
None of the artifacts you bought
from Sutton made it in your museum.
It's my museum, Dr. Sweets.
I decide what does
and does not get into it.
Do you destroy the items that
contradict your creationist views,
or do you simply lock them away
where they can't do any harm?
We all do what we can do to
make the world a better place.
You fronted Sutton money
to go to Chechnya...
because he was after bones
that were 25,000 years old.
They call it
the Chechen Republic now.
Right. Now Sutton
refused to sell you...
what he found and for which
you'd already paid.
Probably because he knew that you'd
destroy 'em or lock 'em away.
He stole from me.
That's a fact.
The Bible calls lying
“bearing false witness, †right?
So I have to ask,
did God tell you
to kill James Sutton?
You know what God
is telling me right now?
- To get a lawyer?
- See there?
The word of God is audible
to all of those who listen.
Why are you so depressed?
You run out
of your marshmallows?
Well, my “happy
tribe†theory is kaput.
The Homo sap/ens male was clearly
murdered by a Neanderthal ax.
Hmm.
What have you got there?
My sketches of people
who lived 25,000 years ago.
Wow, these are good.
You can see us in 'em.
Yeah. We could be looking
at our own family, right?
- No.
- Because this family stopped here?
Yes.
You don't know that.
There could have been a brother
out hunting that day...
or a sister
gathering nuts and-
I don't actually know what people
did for a living back then, so-
This is wrong.
No, I don't think so.
This child is way too short for
a Homo sap/ens three-year-old,
especially compared to the height of
the two Homo sap/ens parents.
Well, I got the measurements
from you, Clark.
So if anybody's wrong,
I think it was you.
The only way a Homo sap/ens child
could be this short and stocky...
is if she inherited
traits from-
Oh, my God.
Wh-What?
A shorter, thicker tibia is more
suited to a Neanderthal than a human,
which can only mean that-
That the child is Neanderthal.
Half Neanderthal.
Well, yeah, but then her
father isn't her father.
This is her father.
See, that's not-
I mean, I don't think that-
I'm freaking out right now.
- Is this a new thing?
- Yeah, Angela.
This is a new thing.
Dr. Brennan?
Yes?
You seem to be looking at both
Sutton's remains and his notes.
That's accurate.
Those are two different cases.
One's a murder
from a few days ago.
The other is a murder
from 25,000 years ago.
Yes.
Dr. Brennan, I know the Neanderthal
case is historic and exciting,
but this man was murdered,
and he left behind a widow
and a fatherless child.
I think we should
find out who did it.
I've cataloged the injuries
to the ribs and spine.
Yes, there are traces
of animal tissue in the bone.
When I was in the Maldives, I
examined the remains of a woman...
who'd been tied to a tree and whipped
for cheating on her husband.
You think the animal tissue
is leather?
Yes, I believe that approximately
two months before he was killed,
Dr. Sutton was flogged.
I think I found it.
Ouch.
Yeah, I got this from
the Russian History Room.
It's called a knout in English,
pronounced “ka-noot†in Russian.
Here's an interesting fact. Most Germanic
languages still pronounce the silent
So knight is “ka-night, â€
knife is “ka-nifeâ€-
Fascinating. So you think this
is what Sutton was beaten with?
Flogged.
Oh, yeah.
The tissue was a tanned hide.
Leather?
Um, yeah.
It was from a Siberian musk ox.
Now, I ran it through
the isotopic mass spec...
and was able to isolate the geographic
origin to the Chechen Republic in Russia.
That's the area
where his dig was.
Yeah. What did you find?
Well, I have tissue samples
from his back.
There's scarring on them that indicates that
the flogging took place about two months ago.
Which would definitely
place him in Chechnya.
The areas of impact on the flesh are pale
with abrasions, bruising along both sides.
It's amazing that he survived
a beating like this.
His wife was pregnant.
He had something to live for.
I'm surprised your brother
didn't come with you this time.
He's working.
Mrs. Sutton,
I know this is difficult,
but telling us what happened to your
husband might help us find who killed him.
Are you in danger?
You know, he was flogged.
He was whipped.
You understand?
Who did that to him?
Our son will be named Valentine.
Is that name significant
in some way?
Yes. It is a family name.
My family is, um-
I'm sorry.
I don't understand.
Do things... the old way.
Oh, traditional.
Okay. Your family didn't want you to
marry a foreigner, but you're pregnant.
Your father had Sutton whipped.
[Crying 1 We get to Grozny.
Hide.
James, when he gets better,
we come here, to America.
Now is it possible that
your father followed you here?
No.
I have dishonored my family.
I am dead to him.
And now I can't go home.
And James is gone.
May I help you,
Dr. Brennan?
Dr. Edison. No, I knocked,
but I haven't touched anything.
It's okay. You can examine
anything you want.
I should have
spotted it earlier,
but apparently I was too busy competing
with you to really see anything.
The child's large,
pronounced brow ridge...
is characteristically
Neanderthal...
while the radius and ulna
appear to be Homo sap/ens.
I was stunned myself.
I thought Angela made a mistake.
Not Angela.
This was an interspecies family,
the first of its kind,
and I didn't
take the time to notice.
- Yeah, but you trained me to-
- Congratulations belong to you.
Deservedly so, Dr. Edison.
Thank you.
It's no wonder Sutton
didn't want to give these up.
I know. I never thought I'd be
part of a discovery like this.
Well, you probably wouldn't if
you hadn't been trained so well.
I'll let you get back to work.
Okay.
Initially, I thought
all of these markings...
came from predators,
but look at this.
The nick on the
coracoid process.
That's not from a predator?
The teeth would have
to be very small.
And young predators don't
usually feed with adults.
The adults bring
the food back to them.
This injury had to have been
caused by a weapon of some kind.
The coracoid process could only
be exposed if the arm was raised.
As if the victim
were warding off an attack.
The first blow must have
been to the scapula.
Which caused
this indentation here.
Then the victim turns
to face the assailant,
raises his arm
in a defensive posture-
The murder weapon nicks
the coracoid process,
then travels downward
into the armpit,
slicing the axillary artery.
He died of exsanguination.
Exsanguination.
A completely severed axillary would pump
about 100 c.c.'s of blood per heartbeat.
At that rate, the victim would have lost
consciousness in less than 30 seconds.
And died in under a minute.
Dr. Brennan, I do believe
we found cause of death.
Yes. Together.
So, you were V.D.V.
in the Russian army.
- I'm a patriot. So?
- That's like our Special Forces.
I'm sure you were taught how to target
major arteries in hand-to-hand combat?
I know how to defend myself.
Right. According to
your bank account,
there's some major withdrawals
in the past three months.
One bigger than the other.
You like to gamble?
I play the horses
once in a while.
Yeah, I know.
I've been there.
When you bet, you lose. You get desperate.
You bet more just to get that rush.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
No? I mean, you were
broke two weeks ago.
Then you get this. Electronic
transfer from a Russian bank...
for $20,000.
Someone paid off an old debt.
Yeah, it's possible.
I could see that. But do you
want to hear my theory?
I'm thinking you come here
and you want to make it big.
But you fall into debt.
So what do you do?
You go to Daddy to bail you out.
And he agrees on one condition.
To restore the family honor,
you had to take out
your sister's husband.
You shouldn't talk about
my family like that.
I can see that family
means a lot to you.
You would do anything to protect
their honor. Am I right?
I know my rights.
And I don't have to
talk to you anymore.
So the nick to the coracoid process
revealed microscopic fibers...
of a dyed and coated linen.
- Parts of the victim's clothing?
- No, because...
the linen has been suffused
with polyurethane.
- I don't know what that means.
- Well, it's-
I know what it means, obviously.
What I don't understand
is its significance.
Bookbinding.
How could a book cut through the muscle
tissue and sever a major artery?
I guess we're looking for something
that's covered in bookbinder's linen...
that's sharper than a book.
That is correct.
I know what killed James Sutton.
Wha-Would you
care to share it with me?
I have to get Booth.
Nope. Yeah, okay.
I'll just find out later.
Just because I don't have an alibi
does not mean that I killed Jim.
Doesn't exactly clear you either.
These books.
- What about them?
- They cover a wide range of topics...
that would've been useful
in this killing.
- Really? Like what?
- This book is about...
how to commit
the perfect murder.
Why would you
publish something like that?
It was written by a man
on death row.
How could he possibly be an
expert on the perfect murder?
Hmm.
What else we got here?
Oh. Oh, look at this.
You missed one, Bones.
"L-low to Remove Stains.â€
There's blood on the floor here.
I bet it says
to use bleach on blood.
That doesn't work.
You publish trash.
I cut my foot on a rock in the garden.
It bled a lot.
- I estimate about two liters.
- Two liters. I'm surprised you didn't pass out.
Okay, I'm sorry. The bookends-
they come in pairs?
- I only ever had one.
- Really? Not in this picture you didn't.
I see two.
This is a likely match
for the indentation...
on the posterior surface
of Sutton's scapula.
So you're saying that
I killed Jim with a bookend?
That's ludicrous.
D.N.A. will tell us if the blood
on the floor matches Sutton's.
It's only a matter of time. You come clean
with us, I'll tell the judge you cooperated.
When he called me from Russia,
I could hear it in his voice.
- Something changed.
- He'd fallen in love.
Oh, no.
It was never about her.
We were a team.
Until he decided to publish in some
ridiculous journal for no pay...
and leave me out of it.
He betrayed me.
He wanted to be taken seriously
as an archaeologist,
which is a very high calling.
You should've let him have that.
Well, you're under arrest for
the murder of Dr. James Sutton.
Hello, everybody.
We are extremely gratified...
that there are so many people who are
interested in what happened 25,000 years ago.
Even the F.B.l.
is interested.
- It was a crime.
- Well, F.B.l.'s all about crime.
- So can we get goin' here?
- But I think this is Clark's story to tell.
Dr. Edison.
O-Okay, all right.
Yes, uh-
Are you gonna let Clark
have all this glory?
He put it together.
I only helped.
Dr. Hodgins, would you stand in
for the Neanderthal father?
Yes.
Dr. Saroyan, would you be
the Homo sap/ens mother?
- And, um-
- No.
- No?
- Don't even think about it.
Okay.
- Dr. Sweets, would you be our interloper?
- Okay.
All right, gentlemen, could you go this
way? And I'll call you when I need you.
It was a warmish morning
in the late fall...
in the foothills
of the Caucasus Mountains.
- E-Excuse me, if I may?
- Oh, boy.
How do you know
it was a warmish morning?
Uh, spores and fungi tell us
that it was a very warm autumn.
Bug boy.
Mom was grinding acorns
into paste between rocks.
The grinding rocks were
a part of Sutton's find,
as were some acorn husks.
A very warm autumn.
- Yes.
- Now, there was a little girl,
only three years old, who was sleeping
under some skins here in the shelter.
Which is our cue for Dad
to come in with dinner.
Right, good. Hark!
I bring thee meat,
which we thus
shall feast upon and-
Hey, honey-
it's not Shakespeare.
Right. Yes. Good. Sorry.
Um-Um-Rah, caveman.
Please don't say “caveman.â€
This is not a family
like others.
They were outcasts.
This family lived apart
because they were not accepted.
Time for the interloper.
- What do I do?
- Throw your spear at Dad.
- Why?
- We found a greenstick fracture...
on the father's
left ninth rib...
that is consistent with the ballistic
trajectory of a thrown weapon.
Homo sap/ens were the first to
throw a spear at their prey...
rather than simplyjab at it.
Well, Homo sap/ens can go
straight to hell then.
Oh, everyone in this room's Homo sap/ens.
Not me-I'm Neanderthal.
Mom then attacked the interloper
with her grinding stone,
fracturing his left humerus.
He then retaliated
by striking her in the face.
And down Mom went
with a broken jaw,
and very likely
a crushed larynx.
But her actions gave Dad time
to pick up his stone hatchet-
[ Grunts I
and strike the interloper.
Dude, lie down. You're dead.
- I'm not gonna lie down.
- Well, you should. I just split your skull wide open.
Okay. All right. We got it. The bad
guy is dead. What happened next?
As I was saying, the interloper
was killed instantly.
The father bled out
in less than three minutes.
What happened to the mother?
Her larynx was crushed.
She suffocated to death.
Okay, but the little girl-
she was okay, right?
No, actually, she was only
three years old and-
She was all alone.
What the hell? Why didn't the
other villagers take her in?
Because she was h a If Homo
sap/Zens and half Neanderthal.
No one wanted her.
The lines of arrest
on the child's teeth...
indicate that
she starved to death.
Wow.
So you're saying the world's
first hate crime...
ended with the starvation
of a little girl?
No. Booth,
it doesn't end in hate.
No, before he died,
Dad crawled over to the mom
where they died together.
- And then-
- The little girl's last action...
was to come over...
and lie down with her parents.
Which is how Sutton
found the bones.
Together.
You know, that was really nice of you
to let Clark have his moment, Bones.
Well, I'm a very nice person.
Yes, you are.
You know what? You're very nice. You
gotta work on your modesty though.
Well, I am being modest because I
actually did something even nicer.
- Oh, really? What was that?
- I told Clark...
to replace my authorship credit
with Dr. James Sutton.
That way, one day Sutton's son will
see what a great discovery he made.
You're right.
It was very nice.
I don't want to pass my failings
on to Christine, Booth.
- What failings?
- Hyper-competitiveness,
arrogance, insensitivity
to the feelings of others.
You know what? Thumbs-up for
self-realization there, Bones.
Actually, two thumbs up.
You should make
a similar effort.
- What?
- Not to pass on your failings.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. What do you mean?
What failings?
Oh, it's time for bed.
- Wait, what failings?
- You know.
We're gonna have a bath.
We'll get yourjammies on.
What, is this because
I won't walk under ladders?
We'll have some milk,
wash your hair.
Oh. What is this,
my sweet tooth?
Yeah.
So I like to have a beer every
once in a while in the bathtub.
What's so bad about that?
What failings?
What's that mean?