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Geez. The poor guy
was only 50.

They say cause of death
was cardiac failure...

resulting from
a congenital defect.

-You're not gonna talk like that
when we get there, right?
-Like what?

It's a wake, Bones. It's not
a crime scene. You know.

"I'm sorry for your loss."
"How are you holdin' up?"
Stuff like that.

I know. I just don't agree
with the social convention...

which requires us to attend
a day-long grieving ritual...

simply because the deceased
worked at the Jeffersonian.

Try not to say "the deceased."

But it's
not like any of us actually
knew this Dr. Reilly personally.

I knew him. It was Hank.
Hank was a prince.

I talked to him just last week
about Michelle-- how to get her
to stop smoking.

- She's smoking?
What, she's smoking what?
- Cigarettes.

I've been her legal guardian
for a month, and I'm already
a total failure.

She's 16. She's just tryin'
to test you. That's all.

- Maybe we should
just focus on Hank.
- Oh, I think I remember him.

- Uh, curly, blond hair,
blue eyes, glasses--
- Nope. Dark hair, balding.

You don't even work
at the Jeffersonian.
How do you know him?

The guy ran the best fantasy
football league in D.C.Oh, man. Oh, man.

I still owe him 20 bucks.Come to think about it,
you know what?

He owed me20 bucks.
Great. How am I gonna
get that now?

[ Chattering ]

[ Chattering Continues, Low ]

There are a lot of people here
whom I recognize.Well, they're from work, honey.

[ Hodgins ]
There's Amy Valeska.
That's Hank's assistant.

[ Saroyan ]
Oh, she looks really upset.

Grief can be very difficult
to process. So if anyone
needs to talk--

- That's why they have
booze, Sweets.
- Right.

Hank's mother over there
is very rich-- something to do
with dry cleaning.

- Dr. Temperance Brennan?
- Yes. Hello.

Hank said you worked
at the museum, but I
didn't think you'd be here.

- I-I'm Barney, Hank's brother.
- [ Whispering ]
"I'm sorry for your loss."

Uh, I'm sorry
for your loss.Yeah.

I mean, I-I write thrillers.
I've read all of yours.

Ladies and gentlemen,
after you take a moment
with the deceased,

please join us
in the family room for
refreshments and reminiscences.

[ Quietly ]
Yeah.[ Angela ] Sounds good.

Sorry, Hank,

but she's still smoking.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Whispering ]
Go up. Pay your respects.I know.

[ Continues Whispering ]
Okay, Bones,
you really suck at this.

You are staring way too long
at this guy, okay?

People are gonna start thinking
you have a thing for him.

[ Whispering ]
This man was murdered.Heart attack.

No.He had a heart attack.

No. Booth,
this man was murdered.

Hank Reilly did not die
from congenital heart failure.

He was murdered.

[ Chattering ]

What is that?
This is whiskey.

Well, it's
a wake, Bones, okay?
There's drinking involved.

We should remain clearheaded
so we can solve the murder.[ Clears Throat ]

Code word, okay, for murder?Okay.

I want you to say "translation."
You understand?

[ Whispers ]
"Translation."Okay.

Got it?Someone translatedDr. Reilly,
and we have to find out who.

Bones, is there any chance
you just feel bad...

about not knowing this guy
like the rest of us did,

so now you're just
makin' it about you
and saying...

that he was translated
instead of--Mmm.

I don't know--
dying of natural causes?

No. There is no chance of that.

What makes you think
he was... translated?Okay.

The rose that his assistant
placed on his chest
had fallen to the side.

So I reached in to put it back,
and I touched him.Whoa. You touched him? Ah!

Ah, geez!I touch dead people
all the time, Booth.

Well, I felt cracked ribs:
Left 2, 3, 4.Drink up, will you?

Why?
'Cause I'm hoping
you're gonna pass out.

Booth, we are talking
about translation.

Bones, did you ever
think that, uh--
oh, I don't know--

if there was evidence
of foul translation,

that the coroner
would've spotted it?

Yes.Fine. So I'll tell you what.
Tomorrow morning,

we will go find the guy
who did the autopsy,
and we'll ask him questions.

No. Mmm, Booth. Booth,
Dr. Reilly is scheduled...

to be cremated this afternoon.

All of the evidence
will be destroyed.

We have to get
an injunction...

so that we can examine
the remains.

Now. You want me
to take the body now?Yes.

That family will be
scarred for life.

Booth, the man has been
translated.

[ Groans ]

Okay, fine.
Fine, fine, fine.
Triple-fine, all right?

I'll call for an injunction.
In the meantime--Okay.

go into the family room there
where they're doing toasts.Okay.

All right. There you go.
Bones? Put on a sad face.

No, sad. Keep that face sad.
That's it. That's it.

[ Booth Sighs ]

[ Woman ]
I loved--[ Cell Phone Beeps ]

Hank Reilly.

I still love him!

And why not? He was...

a good husband.

A good man.

The little things are what
life's about-- the routine.

Hank said
I should ground Michelle.

But I don't want to be
the enemy. She's only been
with me for a month, you know?

- Really? Now?
- [ Gasps Quietly ]
Right.

Every morning,
I brewed his tea for him,

steeped just the amount
he liked it.

What am I gonna do now--[ Inhales Deeply ]

in the mornings...
without Hank?

- [ Sobbing ]
- [ Man ] Is she okay?

I-I'm Jonah Amayo.

Hank and I started
at the Jeffersonian
at the same time.

He was head of Egyptology.
I lead the Caribbean department.

Bones, what are you doing?
Will you stop playing
with the body?

Did you get the injunction?No. The judge
turned us down.

Why?Why? Because both the paramedics
and the medical examiner...

said that Reilly here
died of heart failure.

No evidence of translation.

- But I am contradicting them.
My record and credentials--
- Okay, look.

The judge said he didn't want
to grant a request to an author
of pulp mystery books...

just because she wanted to get
a little free publicity.

- There, I said it.
- That man is a fool.
They are not pulp.

At least he was right about,
you know, the paramedics
and the medical examiner.

I will get the judge
the proof he needs.
Just guard the door.

Get away from the body.
Get away from the body. [ Saroyan ] Guard the door.

From what?

- You undressed the deceased?
- No. I didn't have to.

It was slit up the back.
I just had to untuck him.

Huh. There was no mention
of this contusion...

in the medical examiner's
report.

- Meaning?
- This bruise
was sustained later.

Corpses don't bruise. Whoa, wait.

So Hank was alive
after he was declared dead?

Sure looks that way.

Where did the body go
after the medical examiner?

The funeral home
for embalming.

[ Brennan ]
We should talk
to the funeral director.

[ Woman Moaning ]

Hello?You mind?

Booth, Booth.What?

What?The-- The widow
and the undertaker.

What, they were dancing?
What?

Sexual intercourse.Oh--
[ Scoffs ]

How am I supposed to get
"sexual intercourse"
from that?

It's very obvious.Oh, is it? No.

- Thisis obvious.
- This is my house now,

and I can do...
who I want in it.Obviously.

Okay.
There you go.

So, uh, you do this stuff a lot?It's my job
to comfort the bereaved.

Well, it is also
your duty to...

report any damage
the body sustained
during your preparation of it.

When did you take that?
You molested the body?

[ Brennan ]
No.F.B.I.

- Wow. F.B.I.?
- You wanna explain how
the bruises got on that body?

The infusion of embalming fluid
increases the stainability
of bruises on the dermis.

A bruise not seen
immediately postmortem often
presents itself post-embalming.

Okay. Is that
good enough for you?What about the rib breaks?

Rib breaks and sternum cracks--
which I noted in his file--

were the result
of Dr. Reilly's assistant...

attempting to revive him
with C.P.R. after finding him
unconscious in his office.

May I go?
I have more work to do.

Right. Right.
Sure, you have to go take care
of his mother now too?

So, you still think
he was translated?

Well, those are not
the ribs that would break
during C.P.R.

Well, maybe she was just bad
at resuscitation.No. Booth, this is translation.

We need to do a full examination
of the body at the lab.[ Sighs ]

But we do not have
an injunction!

This is a sad day
for all of us.

But I think it's important
that we remember...

what we loved
about Hank, you know?

His sense of humor,
of course.

He was always
quick with a joke,
good or bad.

- Usually bad.
- [ Guests Chuckle ]

But he--

Oh, my God.

Uh-h-h-oh, my God, Hank.

Ah--
[ Chuckles ]
Hank is--

Hank-Hank is--
He's leaving... us.

Where is he going from here?
[ Voice Cracks ]
Who knows? Um,

but, uh-- uh--
[ Mutters ]

- [ Glass Shatters ]
- [ Guests Gasp ]

Ah-oh-h-h, Go-o-od, uh, Hank.

It's not fair, you know?

You live life. And we--
we-we die.

And we don't--
we don'tlove enough.

And-- And I-I-I'm-- I'm gonna...
not do that anymore.

'Cause I'm-- I-- I--
I need to live and--
and... love.

And--

[ Sighs, Chuckles ]

Thank you.

[ Guests Murmuring ]

Hey, come on. Slide 'im.
Hurry up, Bones.

Why are you telling me
to hurry up?Walk with him, okay?

Your Sequoia was, uh--
it was blocked,
so I grabbed Angela's Matrix.

Is there enough room?It'll be fine.
There's lots of room.

Here we go. In the car.
Let me just get
this stiff in here.

Shouldn't we lie him down?No, no. You get stopped,
you got a dead corpse.

This way, he just looks drunk.
Okay. One, two, three.
Get the legs in. There we go.

Grab the seat belt. Plug him in.
Oh, watch his--
Watch the--

- Strap him in there, Bones.
- He looks comfy.

- You got him? All right.
See you later.
- [ Saroyan ] Great.

- Aren't you coming with us?
- No. I gotta make sure
no one looks in the casket.

Okay? Go. Go, go, go, go, go.
Go. Drive. Go!
What are you waitin' for? Go!

Go. Go, go.

[ Thuds ]

[ Sighs ]
Ay.

[ Guests Chattering ]

Hey.Hmm.

Hey, wh-what's goin' on?[ Clears Throat ]
What-- What do you mean?

Your toast?
The word "loony"
comes to mind.

I was... moved and, you know,
um, emotional.Mm-hmm.

- Tell me what's going on, Jack.
- I thought his toast
was wonderful.

See?
I was just wonderful.
That's all.

Wedon't love each other enough
in this world. At least
we don't say it enough.

You spoke from the heart.They should really make
an announcement...

about this whiskey
being 150 proof.

Amy, you were
Dr. Reilly's intern, right?

Graduate assistant, yes.

It must've been awful
when you found him lying
on the office floor.

- Hodgins!
- Was he complaining
of chest pains?

- Hodgins, what are you--
possessed by Brennan?
- He was fine all morning.

When he left for lunch,
I said, "Have a nice lunch."

And he said,
"Thank you. You too."

And I said--So... you didn't go
to lunch together.

No, no.
He had a lunch meeting.

Sushi. I hate sushi.
I heard that the mercury
in raw fish can make you stupid.

Mmm.Mmm. Yeah. Uh, who was
his lunch meeting with?

He wouldn't say.
I yelled for help,
called 911...

and tried to get him
breathing again
until the paramedics--

Oh.
Ok-Okay. Okay.

[ Amy Sobbing ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

- Okay. All right.
- [ Amy ] Thank you.

Mm-hmm.I'm gonna go freshen up now.

[ Quietly ]
Okay.

Mm-hmm.

Okay. Booth just told me Brennan
thinks Hank was murdered,

so he helped her
steal the body...

so Cam could take it back to
the Jeffersonian to have a look.

Hey. You stole the body?No, no, no, no, no.

We didn't steal it.
You see, we--
we borrowed it, okay?

Cam and Bones think
he was translated.

Uh, wh-what?"Translated."

It's code for "murder."
That's how we're saying it
today: "translated."

Ok-Okay. What if somebody
looks in the coffin?That's exactly why I'm here.

- [ Coughs ]
- Oh, hi, Mrs. Reilly.

Uh, would you
excuse me, please? I--

I have a few private things
to say to my son
before he's cremated.

That's, uh, really
not a great idea
right now, ma'am.

- Why?
- Well, there's a--

The-The fact is, um,
the undertaker--Mm-hmm.

Uh, he didn't graduate
at the top of his class,
so--

But I just
saw Hank earlier.

Yes. Yes, you did.
Um, but the, um--

the putty that they used
to... fill in the face
has sort of... melted.

And, um, his nose is sort of...
going to the side.

[ Gasps, Inhales ]Um, and his hair...
is like Hitler.

- Hitler.
- Hitler?

Hmm. Listen. I really think
it would be best...

if you let Mr. Tung fix him up
before you see your son.

- There you are.
- Oh, turn around, Barney.

- We can't see Hank--
not like this.
- Like what?

- Like Hitler.
- What?

Please.
We're going... now.

- Mother, have you
been drinking?
- [ Mother ] No.

[ Brennan ]
These fractures were definitely
not caused by C.P.R.

The breaks are
more randomly located...

and suggest a sharper impact
than a hard push.

Yes, he was stabbed. You can
see the entry wounds hidden
behind the trocar buttons--

thirteen in total--
each one sealing up
a cutaneous puncture site,

each one caused by a weapon
three eighths of an inch
in diameter--

most likely... this.

Standard medical trocar,
used in arterial embalming.

Could it just be
a poor job of embalming?

Impossible.
Over half of these
are nowhere near a vein.

Hank was stabbed
seven times with a trocar
while he was still alive.

So Hank Reilly had
a heart attack,

was declared dead
by the paramedics
and the medical examiner,

and then sent
to an undertaker--

Where he was
stabbed to death.

[ Booth ]
See, what we have here,
Franklin, is a real-time...

video link
to the Jeffersonian
forensic lab, huh?

- So, say hi.
- Hello.

I'm Dr. Camille Saroyan.
I'm not sure we met.That's Mr. Reilly.

Why did you hide
all these stab wounds?

It's my job to make
the body presentable.
I did my job.

I did my job.
I did my job!Okay, look.

- Mr. Tung, what we need to know
is who stabbed Hank Reilly.
- I did.

- It was me.
- You stabbed the corpse?

It's crazy.
This whole thing is
totally crazy. Maybe I'm crazy.

I did acid
in high school, and that's
probably why I'm not a doctor.

Okay, listen. M--
Just relax. Just tell me
what happened, okay?

It was late.
Everyone had gone home,
and the body had just come in.

I had cleaned
and disinfected him
and was about to administer...

the pre-injection to flush
his veins before I began
the arterial embalming.

I went in through
the right femoral artery.

Then suddenly-- wham!

His eyes open.
His body jerks up and spasms.

- You panicked and stabbed him?
- It was a reflex. I--

Have you seen
those zombie movies?
They can really warp you.

Okay. You watch
zombie movies on acid.

I was
scared. [ Saroyan ] I get it.

Sometimes I'm here in the middle
of the night, and I swear I see
one of these bodies move.

Let me... just say
I totally get that.

Okay, guys, listen. Was--
Was Hank Reilly dead or alive?

It wasn't a full autopsy--
no need, because he was
declared dead by the hospital.

Cause seemed reasonable, so
the M.E. just signed off on it.

- Can I go?
- No, you can't go. Listen, Cam.

How is it that a guy
can appear dead to two sets
of medical professionals?

There are several
forms of paralysis
which mimic death.

Embalming would've destroyed
any trace of paralytic toxins
in his system.

Except--

A trace amount of the toxin...

may still be found in
the vitreous humor of the eye.

All right. Let's go.
You can go now.
Come on. Out.

Vitreous humor tests positive
for tetrodotoxin--

100 times more lethal
than potassium cyanide,
naturally occurring.

- But he wasn't dead.
- Yet.

That occurs anywhere from
20 minutes to eight hours
after ingestion.

Until then,
heart and respiratory rates
mimic death.

Tung hits a nerve while tapping
the femoral. Reilly bolts up,
still in a coma--

And Franklin Tung
stabs and kills him.

But somebody else
poisoned him first.

Hank Reilly was
in a paralytic state
mimicking death...

when Franklin Tung
inserted the trocar,

causing Hank Reilly
to spasm in such a way...

that he actually
sat up on the embalming table.

Ah! So technically,
Franklin Tung
committed manslaughter,

while somebody else
committed attempted murder.

- What did you find at the lab?
- "Tetris hydrogen."

- Tetrodotoxin.
- That's what I said.

Tetrodotoxin does have limited
medical uses as a treatment
for some cardiac arrhythmias.

Hank had a congenital
heart condition.

So is this "tetrahockalin"
thing common?[ Both ] Tetrodotoxin.

- That's what I said!
- It's a--
It's a controlled substance.

Wait. Angela,
maybe you could access
the F.D.C. database,

see if Hank
was ever prescribed
tetrodotoxin.

- I need a computer.
- Use mine. Come on. In the car.
Come on, come on, come on.

If anybody comes in here, do not
let them look in that casket.
Do you understand? All right?

[ Door Closes ]

So, while I'm here, mind if I
erase a few parking tickets?[ Computer Beeping ]

No, I'll tell you what.
I'm not gonna relax until we get
Hank's body back in that casket.

Here's something. What?

[ Beeps ]Three milligrams
of tetrodotoxin...

was delivered
to the Jeffersonian
three weeks ago.

Wait a second.
Hank had his heart medicine
delivered to work?

Oh, no,
it wasn't Hank.

Delivery was accepted
by Dr. Jonah Amayo
in Caribbean studies.

Oh! Dr. Amayo, I'd like you
to meet my associate,
Seeley Booth.

I'm aware. The two of you
are fairly well known.

Right. Dr. Brennan tells me
the Jeffersonian...

is shutting down your department
after this quarter.

I'm sure you've heard of
this thing called the economy,

which is in another thing
called the toilet.

You were going to have
to report to Hank Reilly.

Until he died and everything
went back to normal.

You think I'm happy Hank died?
He was my best friend.

Why did you order
three milligrams
of tetrodotoxin?

- Why are you interrogating me?
- I work with the F.B.I.
See, that's what I do.

- Hey, where have you guys been?
- Not now, Sweets. Please.
[ Murmurs ]

Your field is
the anthropological study
of Caribbean culture.

How does a class one neurotoxin
assist with that? [ Sweets ] Oh, I got it!

Uh, neurotoxins
are widely believed
to cause the trance state...

in reported cases
of Haitian zombiism.

Am I right?
I'm right, right?

Zombies?

There are
no such things as zombies.
Just an island superstition.

And now you've managed
to insult an entire culture
and their belief system.

- Oh, she does that to everyone.
- Dr. Amayo's work in voodoo
and Santeria is fascinating--

and a little scary.
[ Chuckles ]

You-You people need to work
on your small-talk skills.

Excuse me.

Whoa. What was that
all about?

Fugu.

That's really not very nice.

Tetrodotoxin is biologically
derived from tetraodontidae--
puffer fish.

- So, what?
- It's a Japanese delicacy
known as fugu.

Hank Reilly had sushi for lunch
at a place called Sushi Momo.

King of the funeral.

Right.

[ Grunts ]
There.[ Handcuffs Ratchet ]

So, nobody looks
inside the casket.
Okay, Mr. Tung?

How do I do that?

Just, um--

Well, Bones,
how does he do that?

Say someone enters and desires
to gaze upon the visage of their
dead relative one more time...

in a vain effort to say
good-bye to someone who can
neither see nor hear them,

because there's no such
thing as a soul or spirit--Bones, just-- Bo-Bones.

Just give him a reason
not to show the body.

We are encountering
fluid seepage at the moment,

and the body is not available
for viewing just now.

I would never
phrase it that way.I know! It's perfect!

[ Cell Phone Rings ]It's so gross.

- Brennan.
- I'm done!

I'm gonna need some transport
for me and my friend.

- What friend?
- I meant Hank.
I was being oblique.

Uh, right after we get back
from sushi.

[ Saroyan ] Sushi?
You're going for sushi?Whoa!

[ Line Disconnects ]

[ Booth ]
So do you serve puffer fish?[ Brennan ] Fugu.

Blowfish?
No. We're unlicensed.

We're investigating
a tetrodotoxin poisoning.Fugu.

- Did someone die
who ate at my restaurant?
- Dr. Hank Reilly.

Hank? He just had lunch with us
the other day.

Do you know who
he ate lunch with? It was a woman.

She told him something,
and he got very upset.

Tell us anything
else about her?Not really.

She had a haircut
like Cleopatra.

Excuse me.
I'm, uh-- I'm looking
for my friends.

I apologize,
but we are encountering some...

slight fluid seepage
at the moment,

and the body will not be
available for viewing just now.

Sir, I'm a trained
psychologist.

You're obviously
under a lot of strain.

You might say that.

You know,
dealing with grief and loss
every day can take its toll.

You have no idea.

In some cases, one might
even take responsibility
for the death--

as if it were
their own fault.

Are you messing with me?No. No, no.

I'm-I'm just saying
I understand. Human behavior
can surprise us all.

You might think that you
have everything under control,
and then-- boom!

You're blindsided
by the unknown.

Totally.
[ Exhales ]

It's perfectly natural, okay?
You have absolutely nothing
to feel guilty about.

Thank you.

[ Chortles ]
Thank you! Thank you!

Were you very close
to the deceased?

Yeah.

But... I'm a lot closer
to his wife.

Well, we'll be there
as soon as we can.

Everybody was all,
"Hurry up, Cam!"

Now I'm twiddling my thumbs here
with a stolen body.

I can't lug him back
on my own.

We'll come and get you
right after we talk
to Cleopatra.

[ Line Clicks, Dial Tone ][ Sighs ]

Have you seen a woman
that looks like Cleopatra?[ Sighs ] What's goin' on, hmm?

I sense that you two
are holding something back.

Yes. Yes, you are.

Uh, okay. We stole Hank's body
in order to confirm
that he was murdered.

Translated.Translated.

You're totally yankin' my chain.Nope.
The undertaker stabbed him.

Wait. The same undertaker that's
been telling everyone that the
body's been leaking?Mm-hmm.

Okay. I may have told him that
murder's nothing to worry about.[ Groans ]

I didn't know.Oh, that's great.
You know what?

If you want to help out,
go find Hodgins.
Bring him back to the lab.

Get the body and bring it
back into the casket
without anyone noticing it.

Wait. What? Why?

So that the poisoner doesn't
figure out what we're up to
and run away.

- Duh.
- There's a poisoner
anda stabber?

- Shh! Shh! Stop! Shut up!
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Mm-hmm.Stop.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Can you get lost?

Why?I can be devastatingly charming
if you aren't watching me.

Oh. Okay.

[ Sighs ]
We haven't really met.

I don't know
too many people
around here.

I'm Erin Miller.Hi. Seeley Booth.

I'm the Reilly family's
estate lawyer.Oh, right, right.

You mind?Sure.

You had lunch with Hank
the day that he died.

Must've been terrible.

Yeah, it was terrible.

It wasn't
a very pleasant lunch.Hmm.

You guys argued?Yeah. But, you know,
not personally.

Lawyer stuff.
I can't really discuss it.

No, no.
Of course not.

But you do know that, uh,
professional arguments...

don't count
in a situation like this.

They don't?No.

Hank would
totally understand.

Well, thank you,
Mr. Booth.Welcome.

Wow. He's really dead.

That happens here
in the autopsy room.

Hey, bud, someday you'll have
your last lunch too.

Yeah, but the thing is, they
don't usually look like people
after you get your hands on 'em.

Thank you so much.
Okay, ready?

One, two, three.

[ Grunts ][ Grunts ]

[ Sighs ]
By the way,
Hank wasn't killed by his lunch.

What? Wait, it wasn't
the fugu in his hand roll? No.

Toxins slowed his digestion,
and the remains
were well preserved...

by the formaldehyde
and ethanol.

Tuna, salmon, yellowtail
and eel cut roll.

Really? What did he have
for breakfast?

His wife said
Hank didn't eat breakfast,
just the cup of tea.

Well, I did find some
stray tea leaves. His strainer
must not have worked very well.

He still has a face.
He's smiling--

a bit too much maybe.Hey, I'm a pathologist,
not an undertaker.

I did the best I could.
Adjust his smile.
Be my guest.

If there wasn't any sign
of poison in the food
in his stomach...

then it had to have come
from his morning tea.

Probably the best way
to deliver poison. [ Bell Chimes ]

[ Guests ]
♪ Amazing grace ♪

♪ How sweet the sound ♪

♪ That saved a wretch ♪

♪ Like me ♪

♪♪ [ Continues, Indistinct ]See, Cleopatra there is
the, uh, family estate lawyer.

She handles
the mother's will.

She argued with Hank Reilly
at his last lunch.Mm-hmm.

Business. My guess,
problems with the will.

Oh! You mean,
because the old lady
is so close to death.

Yeah. It's not the nicest way
of puttin' it, Bones.

But, yeah.Well, look at her, Booth.

It's amazing that
she can still stand.

There are two heirs to the money
when she dies. There's Hank
and his brother Barney.

Oh, do you think
Barney killed Hank?Why don't you go ask him?

Why?

Is it because I'm an attractive
and sexy young woman
who will loosen his tongue?

Definitely, of course,
there's that. But also, he
wants you to publish his book.

- Oh.
- ♪ I once was lost ♪

♪ But now I'm found ♪

♪ Was blind ♪

♪ But now ♪

♪ I see ♪♪

What a lovely voice you have,
Dr. Brennan.

Yes, I know.
Please call me Temperance.

So, um, tell me
about your book.

Well, Temperance, uh,
the latest one is called
Dark Tactical--

a real nail-biter.

A deadly game of cat and mouse
between two SWAT guys.

One's good, the other isn't.

Does that sound like something
you'd be interested in
presenting to your publisher?

No.

- Too edgy, huh?
- [ Clears Throat ]

The concept is contrived
and tired.Oh.

- [ Coughs ]
- [ Clears Throat ] That's what
my publisher would say.

But in reality, it's--Too edgy?

Too ed-- Yes.

Perhaps you should publish
your novel yourself.

Oh, I can't afford that.You have
an inheritance coming.

Well, that's true.
The whole thing too.

You mean, instead of
splitting it with Hank?

Splitting it?
Oh, you mean, in half?
No way.

Me and Hank were stepbrothers.
Hardly any of it
was coming to me.

Ninety percent was going
to Hank and Helen.

Nothing Mom could
do about it either.

What about now?Well, half to Helen,

half to me.

I can publish my book!

To Hank Reilly! [ Glass Shatters ]

Admit it.
Just admit it!

Helen, please stop this.Don't you call me Helen,
you little tramp!

I am Mrs. Reilly to you--
Mrs. HankReilly.

Please. Hank is gone.I know he's gone!
He was my husband!

Which is why I am
Mrs. Hank's Reilly,

and you are
Mr. Hank's skank!

Then show him some respect
for once in your life!

What is going on?Just normal funeral stuff.

Oh! So you respected
my husband, is that it?

Of course
I respected him. I see.

And exactly how
many times a week
did you respect him?

This is not the time
nor the place, Helen!

Get out
of my house!

Go back to your
one-bedroom brothel and die!

[ Sighs ]

[ Whispering ]
Okay, okay. Come on, come on!

Gimme his legs.[ Sweets ] Okay.
Okay.

You got him?Yeah. Down, down.

- [ Saroyan ] Good.
- Can you do this without me?

- [ Sweets ] What?
- [ Saroyan ] Why?
- Yeah. He'll help you.

Okay. Oh!Oh!

[ Gasps ]

You were nothing to him!

Then why did he want
to make love to me
and not you?

Hank, you are my hero.Whoa! Whoa, whoa, ladies!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!

How about a little help?
Seriously. Do you really
wanna watch 'em fight?

Hey! Hold it! Hey, hey!
Come on. Take it easy!
Hold it! Hold it! Hold it!

Do you think this is the way
Hank would want to see
his wake end? No!

This isn't about you or you
or you or you! This is
about him! It's about Hank!

Do you think he'd
want to see this?

I'm pretty sure he would.
Especially if they
were in Jell-O.

He wouldn't want
to see us fight.

Huh? He'd want us to sing!

♪ Swing low ♪

♪ Sweet ♪

[ Joins In ]
♪ Chariot ♪

♪ Comin' for to carry me ♪

Hank.
♪ Hank home ♪

♪ Swing low ♪

♪ Sweet chariot ♪

[ Brennan ]
Only loose tea? No bags?No bags.

Cam found loose tea leaves
in the stomach contents.

Here's another one.
"Malty orange Assam."

Throw it in there.
We'll test it
for the fugu poison.

[ Faster, Rhythmically ]
♪ Comin' for
to carry Hank home ♪

Sing it, brother!♪ Tell all my friends
I'll be comin' to you soon ♪

♪ Comin' for
to carry me home ♪Hey, hey!

♪ Swing low
sweet chariot ♪♪

Okay.

Hank Reilly was killed
by a cup of tea.

[ Man ] You want to head
straight over there?[ Woman ] Yeah, I think so.

Do you think
he's smiling too much?

I think he just looks like
he's enjoying the party.His funeral?

- Where are his glasses?
- He wore glasses?

Oh, God.

Before I leave, could I say
a little something to Hank now?

Yeah, sure.
Step right on up.

[ Sweets ]
It's, uh--

[ Sighs ]

He looks...

happy.

[ Sighs ]

You did a wonderful job.

Thank you.

How should I know what kind
of tea Hank drank that morning?

You said you brewed it
for him every day--
part of your routine.

That was in the eulogy speech.
No one tells the truth
in a eulogy speech.

- All right. Well, then
who did make his tea?
- Hank did it himself.

The water had to be
the perfect temperature.

Hank was very particular
about his tea.

[ Sighs ]
If there's nothing else,

I'm exhausted.

His wife was
cheatin' on him.He cheated on her.

The assistant
is still in play.What about the lawyer?

Oh!
She seemed very nice.

Yeah, all right. So, we are
far from an arrest here.
Understand, people?

Well, at least we got
Franklin Tung.

Oh, he didn't mean
to kill anyone. That's the--
Cam? You here?

What? I'm sorry.

This smoking thing
with Michelle--

How do people be parents?

Did you ever think that
this is her way of trying
to stop you from smoking?

- No.
Cam doesn't smoke, right?
- You stop, she'll stop.

It's that simple.
Plus, you know what?
She's doing you a favor.

Great. So I go from
a smoking issue...

to a "chocolate cake
and ice cream" issue?

You know what? You just--
You give it your best shot,
and that's all.

Nobody knows about the poison
in the tea except us, right?The murderer does.

When crops failed, the ancient
Pothigai in southern India...

believed that one of them might
be possessed by an evil spirit.

They would find out which one
by passing around a poison
which would kill only demons.

The person who refused
to drink the poison
was proven possessed.

Ah!

Okay. Is this another way
to get me to quit smoking?
Because it's done.

- I quit.
- You know what?
You are a genius, Bones.

Absolute genius!I know.

[ Man ]
And though the human remains
of Henry Reilly...

will not physically rest here,

his soul will remain
with the generations
of his family,

here and in heaven.

Oh, I'd like
to add something.
I missed my chance at the wake.

I'd like to make up for it.No objections
from the family?

Hank Reilly specialized
in Egyptian embalming rituals
and practices.

He was an expert
in grieving.

Hank would appreciate
nothing more...

than the most common
of funerary practices--

the raising of a glass.

- [ Man ] Okay.
- It's not alcohol, but
an even more ancient drink--

- tea--
Hank's greatest passion--
- [ Woman ] Thank you.

aside from sex.

I took the liberty
of bringing this tea
from Hank's personal stash.

It's the same tea he drank
on his last day with all of us.

I can think of no better way
of sayingadieu...

than to share one last cup
of tea with Hank.

- To Hank.
- [ Guests ] To Hank.

- To Hank.
- To Hank.

- No!
- Mom. Watch
what you're doin'.

- You poisoned your own son?
- [ Guests Murmuring ]

What?
Mom, what's goin' on?He wasn't my son.

It wasn't fair of your father.
He worked it so you got nothing.

He got everything!

- You killed Hank?
- [ Man ]
The old lady killed Hank?

[ Sobs ]

Oh, this is my fault.

Oh, God.
This is why I hate funerals.This is why I love them.

I told Hank that Annie
was trying to get around
the will by siphoning money...

into a separate trust
for Barney,
but it was illegal.

If you'd kept
your nosy trap shut,
Hank would still be alive!

Bob, this is all your fault.

You brought this on yourself.

Do what you're going to do.

What's the worst
that could happen?

[ Barney ]
Oh, Mom, Mom, Mom.

One thing for sure, Barney.
Your mother loved you.

She used her own heart medicine
to kill your brother so you
would get your fair share.

She mixed it
in his tea.

And she died because she ran out
of her medicine killing him.

Oh, Ma.
I would've done fine.

Hank, I didn't want the money
this way.

I know you would've
done right by me. I know it.[ Whispers ] Bones.

Would you excuse me,
please?

Of course.

He wants to be alone
with his mother and brother.

Well, by that way of thinking,
he wants to be alone with
every person who has ever died.

If I die, I want you
to do me a favor.Well, you will die.

It's inevitable.All right, whatever, Bones.

When I inevitably drop dead
before you, I'd like you
to come out and, you know,

spend some time and talk to me
every once in a while.

Well, I'll feel foolish
knowing that you can't hear me.

Promise me.

- I promise.
- Hey, there you go! Huh?

You agreed. I didn't
think you would agree.
Now, why did you agree?

I believe that if I pretended
you were still here,
I'd feel better for a moment.

Also, speaking to you...

would require me to
figuratively look at myself
through your eyes,

again temporarily, and...

I think that would make me
live my life more successfully. [ Thunder Rumbling ]

Hmm. You know what, Bones?
That is the best thing that
anyone has ever said about me.

I'll say it at your wake.Oh, it's raining now.
Come on.

Get under the umbrella.
It's raining.

Just make sure when they
put me in the ground, I'm dead.Yeah, no problem.

All right? Maybe,
you know, leave my body
out for a few hours...

and check on me
every once in a while.

No, I'd rather
refrigerate you, or else
you'd start to smell.

What's that mean?