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Previously on Bones... There's a hacker named Christopher Pelant.

Where are you? Pretty much anywhere I want to be.

This guy's killed how many people? Eight.

This guy is worse than anyone

you and I have ever come across.

Hello, Temperance. Pelant.

What do you think happened to poor Chloe Campbell?

I think you killed her.

Wasn't me. You know who did it.

Uh, same person who did 187-05-7932,

and 9224-- they were all killed by one person,

and I think she's still out there.

You okay, Bones?

The next explosion

will level the entire building.

Shoot him, Booth. What?

Shoot him!

And if anything happens to me, she'll keep

doing what she's doing,

and you'll never find out who she is.

(heart beating slowly)

(hissing, whirring)

(echoing): Who's taken these remains?

Who has these remains?!

Who's been in here?!

(gasps) You shouldn't have shot me, Temperance.

You'll never find the killer alone.

You'll never find...

You'll never find the killer alone.

You'll never find the killer alone.

You hate me. You hate me... hate me.

No, I don't! No, I don't! Give me those remains!

Without me... without me... you'll never find

what connects the victims, Temperance.

Where are you?!

Where are you?!

(gasps)

(echoing): Temperance... Temperance...

(gasps)

Temperance, Temperance, Temperance, Temperance...

(Brennan shrieks)

Temperance, Temperance, Temperance,

Temperance, Temperance...

(screaming)

(gasping)

(gasps)

(clinking, clattering, rattling)

(screaming)

(screaming): No! What? What is it?! What?

What?

It was Pelant, Booth.

Oh. Again?

He had the evidence, all the bones,

and then I was buried.

It was a dream, right? He was laughing at me, Booth.

What? He said that I would never find the Ghost Killer.

Pelant is dead, right?

I will find the killer, Booth. I will.

Okay, all right, I know you will.

It's just, it was a dream, okay?

You need to get some rest, all right?

Rest. Come on. Okay.

Come here. Okay. Hold me.

Okay... All right... I got you.

Tighter. All right.

I'm right here. It's okay. Shh.

I'm right here.

BRENNAN: I don't understand why Cam won't believe

the serial killer is real.

Well, it's 'cause there's no evidence that they're linked.

I mean, there's nothing conclusive.

Which is why she should keep the case open.

I need the resources.

You know, you have to admit,

I mean, from the outside, it does look like,

um, Pelant was just, you know, playing you.

Is that what you believe?

Look, I mean, come on.

You've been poring over this case for months,

and you haven't come up with anything.

We can't just, you know, launch an investigation

on a ghost.

So you don't believe me?

No, it's not that. I just...

You know what?

I don't want to argue. It's a beautiful day, huh?

I'm gonna go get the paper.

(dog barking, birds singing)

Bones, you expecting a package?

No. Why?

Well... one here.

Oh!

No. Wow.

What kind of sick joke is this?

Someone took great care in packaging

these remains.

There's a note.

"Please find out what really happened to me."

BRENNAN: Based on the shape of the frontal bone,

the narrow nasal aperture and the size of the mandible,

the victim was a Caucasian female.

Aren't you

even the least bit freaked out

that these remains were sent to your house?

I'm the best forensic anthropologist in the country.

Wouldn't you want me examining your remains?

SAROYAN: I think Angela was

referring more to the mysterious nature of the delivery.

HODGINS: And the fact that it was to your home,

not the lab. BRENNAN: No.

There's too much red tape here.

They may not have even made it to me.

SAROYAN: Desiccated skin,

soil... this person was interred at least a decade.

I'll see what particulates I can get off this.

Whoa, did you sleep in those clothes?

What? No.

Uh, apologies, uh, for being late.

Why are you even here?

I called him when I thought

we might be dealing with archaeological remains.

Ten years does not classify these as archaeological.

Well, I'm already here, so I might as well help out.

I don't need another forensic anthropologist.

What I need is an intern.

None of whom are available,

and you need help, Dr. Brennan.

So, boss me around.

I'm ready.

Clean these.

SWEETS: No postmark? No fingerprints?

It's no surprise-- anyone who digs someone up

and delivers them like takeout--

of course they're going to be careful, Sweets.

You okay? No, I'm not okay, okay, Sweets? I'm not.

Someone delivered a dead body to my house.

How can I be okay?

Right. Sorry. It's just, it seems...

And Bones is having nightmares again.

Oh. Yeah.

She thinks there's another serial killer out there.

Because that's what Pelant told her before he died?

Yes. He just wanted her to think that he was necessary.

Right? And she feels the need to prove that he's not.

Okay, Pelant is dead. The guy is dead.

Why can't anyone just accept that?

I understand. Okay, then, help me with the case.

All right, look at the case.

Maybe it'll take Bones's mind off this craziness.

Okay. Well, the remains are painstakingly wrapped in cloth.

Right? And the note implies

that the truth of her death was never known, so,

whoever did this took a big risk

because they care about the victim.

But how do you know that this is not some psycho

playing some sick games with her?

Unfortunately, we don't.

MONTENEGRO: The victim is Lana Brewster.

Died at 18 in 1995.

SAROYAN: Wasn't she a sailing champion?

MONTENEGRO: Yeah. The Coast Guard found

Lana Brewster's partially sunken boat.

SAROYAN: Well, it's hard to miss a boat that big.

Well, she wasn't on her racing boat that day.

She had taken out her regular, everyday boat.

Multiple boats. Must be nice.

Her body was found washed up on the rocks

a couple days later.

EDISON: So, lots of postmortem damage

from wave action, fish, rocks.

This solo round-the-world race she took,

the Paxton Cup?

It began in Newport, Rhode Island,

and made stops in Cape Town, Sydney, and Rio.

It's an amazing achievement until you consider

that it doesn't actually achieve anything.

It was inspirational.

She was a hero for millions of teenage girls.

I'm seeing a remodeled fracture

to the victim's right tibia.

The break didn't properly heal.

Oh, yes, that happened during the race.

She set it herself and then continued racing.

How do you know that?

It was kind of a big deal at the time, sweetie.

SAROYAN: Lana Brewster accomplished this crazy,

inspirational, round-the-world race, and then dies

a few months later during

an afternoon sail in calm weather?

It doesn't really make sense.

Hey, I found these lodged

in the skin around the victim's wrist.

Some kind of fiber.

Well, she was buried in silk,

and the lining of the coffin was satin.

This is neither.

And I'm seeing pores and follicle spaces.

Leather? Yeah. And judging

by the film filling the pores, this is treated leather.

Leather on the wrist...

Hey, were leather string bracelets a thing in 1995?

I don't know, but it's not on

the list of materials interred with her.

And it wasn't an open casket funeral,

so it couldn't have been tossed in

at the last minute. All right.

Well, there's something else, too.

Traces of trillium pusillum pollen

on both the box and the victim's bones.

It still contains live cytoplasm.

So it was deposited after the body was removed from the grave.

Yeah. And since there's no trillium in the cemetery,

then the remains must have been brought somewhere else

before dropped off at Booth and Brennan's.

Okay, well, do that thing where you figure out

where stuff comes from.

You're so lucky I know what you mean.

(scoffs)

Somebody dug up my sister?

Yeah, and delivered her remains

to a forensic anthropologist who works for the FBI.

Well, who would do that?

We were hoping you could help us with that.

Well, I haven't got a clue.

We think that whoever did this loved your sister

and wanted the authorities

to reopen her murder investigation.

Listen, I know where

you're going with this, but I'm just not that guy.

You're her brother.

You're her only living relative.

I barely knew Lana,

and what I did know, I didn't really like.

Why?

Looking back,

maybe I was petty, but Lana was famous--

magazine covers, TV appearances--

and my parents loved that.

But I was just a regular kid,

so I was nobody to them.

Can you think of anybody who does have strong feelings

for your sister?

According to my parents, everybody.

Everybody in the whole damn world.

She sailed around the world alone.

What's not to love?

Okay, well,

whoever exhumed your sister's remains left a note.

"Please find out what really happened to me."

Now, obviously, this person doesn't think

that your sister just drowned.

I think there was a boy.

A boyfriend?

I heard my parents talking about it.

They didn't like him.

Do you know this boy's name?

No.

When they saw I was there, they stopped talking...

like always.

*

I have Lana Brewster's original autopsy report.

Any surprises?

Yes.

It was utterly incompetent.

Very little detail. She died of drowning.

EDISON: There's practically no mention of broken bones,

no cataloguing of tissue damage from fish.

Or the traces of leather found on both her wrists.

She was bound? There's nothing in here about that either.

Lana Brewster was a public figure.

How did the medical examiner escape scrutiny?

EDISON: The little bone damage

she did catalogue was listed

as postmortem, when it's obviously perimortem.

Whoever sent you these remains was right to do so.

Lana Brewster was murdered.

Cam says the medical examiner working on Lana's case

wasn't just negligent, but that she lied

about Lana's cause of death.

Why did she cover up the murder?

Money, it seems.

Before the Brewster case, Leslie Dollinger was

just a temp medical examiner,

brought in when the backlog got to be too much.

And Lana Brewster was the last case she worked on?

Yeah, before she started that case,

she had $2,000 to her name.

After she released the report

ruling the death accidental,

she received a $1.9 million transfer

into a brokerage account in her name.

Wow!

Yeah. After that, she never worked again.

She took off to Costa Rica.

Well, hey, we have an extradition treaty with them.

If we can show collusion...

The only way you're gonna talk

to Leslie Dollinger is through a psychic.

She died of an aneurysm

eight years ago.

Well, do we know who paid her off?

I'm working on it.

(footsteps approaching)

Bones?

Been waiting outside in the car for a half an hour.

You said you'd be right out. Oh, sorry.

I... I lost track of time.

This isn't the Lana Brewster case, is it? No.

It's a serial killer.

The markings on this sternum

are very similar

to the markings on this one. "Similar."

That's never been good enough for you before.

I don't want to argue, Booth.

I don't want to fight either.

But, you know, I'm...

I'm concerned about you.

I mean, you're having more nightmares.

No, I'm used to them.

Neuropsychologists now think

that it's the mind excreting feelings

and information that it can't process awake.

And I think you're obsessed.

You're so obsessed you don't even know

how to shut it down, even when you're asleep.

So you don't believe me?

Look, I want to.

But where's the evidence that links them?

Real evidence.

Hard evidence.

I learned that from you.

Do you think I'm crazy?

Yeah, a little.

I do. This is not you.

No, there's a link. I will find it.

That's fine. Tickle the bones,

and do whatever it is that you do.

But do it how you do it.

All right? Don't let Pelant call the shots.

All right? Don't keep him alive.

Otherwise you're never gonna find the answers.

Let's go home now, okay?

The Ghost Killer's gonna be here in the morning.

Okay, I'll put these away.

(water running)

Dr. Edison? (yells)

Oh, shoot! Dr. Saroyan.

The security guard just told me that you slept here last night.

Uh...

Can I get a towel?

Uh, it's-it's chilly.

I can see.

Employees are not allowed to use the facilities

as a second home, Dr. Edison.

I wasn't. I wasn't.

Um, I just worked late. That's all.

Assuming I believe you,

you should manage your time better. Y-You're right.

I mean, sometimes I just get lost... That doesn't

explain sleeping here. Well, I had

a lot of work, so I might have dozed a bit.

You've been wrinkled and disheveled for two days.

You're never wrinkled and disheveled.

Would you like an explanation?

No.

Really? Whatever it is

will be complicated and none of my business,

and all I want is for you to follow

the rules handed down by the Jeffersonian board,

so I don't have to fire you.

Yes, sure, yes.

Now put on that wrinkled shirt and get to work.

Jealousy is always a good motive for murder.

There was another sailor that competed

against Lana for the Paxton Cup.

They were contemporaries. I remember this.

It was, um, Erika something.

Yeah, Erika Stamp. Erika Stamp.

How did you know that? I used to sail.

Erika Stamp, she actually won, didn't she?

Yeah. I never knew you sailed.

Yeah, I was a rich kid, you know?

We had to sail and have at least one girlfriend named Muffy.

It's in the charter. Erika did win, but then

the cup was taken away from her and given to Lana Brewster,

who came in second.

I remember this. Erika cheated.

Muffy? Yeah.

I dumped her for Binky.

Now, Binky, Binky was hot. Oh, my God.

I am so disoriented right now.

SWEETS: I got to admit,

I am, too. It says here

that Lana was actually the one

that reported Erika for cheating.

Erika never recovered.

She wasn't allowed to compete again, right?

SWEETS: Uh-huh. Yeah.

She also served some jail time.

For what? Insurance fraud.

She intentionally sunk her boat for the insurance money.

She pulled out her transducer.

Well, that'll do it.

Yeah.

And when Lana's boat went down,

it sunk in the exact same way.

The transducer.

Lana Brewster's the reason my life went to hell.

I can't believe I have to talk about that little bitch again.

18 years, the anger's still very fresh, huh?

I borrowed one small roll of tape

from a passing boat to fix my sail.

Lana could've let that go.

But, no, she had me disqualified for it.

You'd be pretty pissed, too.

So in your perception of events,

Lana cost you everything.

She did cost me everything.

I lost my endorsements.

I wasn't allowed to compete.

My family practically disowned me.

Now, you sunk your boat

in the exact same way that Lana's killer sunk hers.

Look, anyone familiar

with sailboats knows the easiest way to sink one

is by pulling the transducer. Okay.

Well, where were you the day that Lana was murdered?

Okay, look.

I've served time...

so I know you're fishing,

and I don't have to stay here.

If you have any other questions,

find someone who cares.

(sighs)

There is no way I would ever go out in a boat like this.

I'm gonna start calling you Popeye.

Hey, I won a few races in my day.

Oh, yacht club? It was mandatory.

Hey, the boat's outboard motor is missing.

Maybe she didn't need it.

Can you enlarge the image?

All right, see these marks?

This is where the motor

would normally be clamped on.

Maybe she left it at home that day or something.

No, it's unlikely.

Why? What are you thinking?

Hey, was her dinghy found with the boat?

Oh, according to the Coast Guard files,

no dinghy or outboard motor were ever recovered.

Yeah, of course not. What?

Whoever killed Lana probably put the motor on the dinghy

to get back to shore after sinking the boat.

That's why neither was ever found.

SAROYAN: I'd like to help, Seeley.

But Dr. Brennan has no evidence

to link these cases to a serial killer.

Has she ever asked for something like this before?

That's not the point.

That's exactly the point, okay?

She's having nightmares, okay?

She can't stop thinking about these cold cases.

I'm gonna get in trouble

for spending funds to allow her to pursue a dead end.

And if I don't report what she's doing,

I'm hiding expenses and I could get fired.

So just let her find out that it's a, it's a dead end.

You know she's gonna admit it if she's wrong.

I do?

Just let this play out.

I'm sure you can get creative with the paperwork.

Do you believe her, Seeley?

I want to.

Don't you?

I'll see what I can do.

SWEETS: Aw, man.

Yacht clubs, sailing, prep schools. Mm-hmm.

You're dealing very well with the loss of your fortune.

Truthfully, I thought it would be harder.

But I don't know, when I'm at work,

I'm not thinking about money, you know?

When I'm with Angela and Michael Vincent,

it never crosses my mind.

I mean, even with you.

The coffee's good, the company.

I'm impressed.

As long as a person has enough,

they don't need more.

And I've got more than enough.

'Cause I saw pictures of that, uh,

estate you had in Wales. Whoof!

Oh, yeah.

Okay, now that place was sweet.

Oh, man, I do miss that. Thank you very much.

(chuckles) Hey.

So, I found out who paid off the medical examiner.

The $1.9 million that Leslie Dollinger received

was from the Kestech Transpo Corporation.

Who owns Kestech? Well, I had to dig deep

because Kestech is owned

by a holding company which is owned

by a bunch of other holding companies,

but I tracked it down.

Kestech is part

of the McNamara Corporation.

Oh, my God, the McNamaras.

Yeah, McNam... They're as rich as you were.

Nah, they were richer. I mean, that-that's

railroad and oil money.

My dad used to play golf

with the patriarch, Giles.

I mean, our families, we hung out together.

Okay.

The financial trail leads right to your old friends.

The McNamaras paid off Leslie Dollinger

to cover up Lana's murder.

Okay, so how is Lana Brewster then

connected to the McNamaras?

Trent.

Excuse me?

Trent McNamara.

Hey, didn't Lana's brother

say she had a boyfriend? Mm-hmm.

And you think it was him?

His father was always bailing him out of one mess or another.

He also went through girls like they were toys.

Trent McNamara was a nasty piece of work.

Trent McNamara was a pretty troubled kid.

He got kicked out of four prep schools for cheating,

drugs and assault.

Wait a second. What kind of assault?

Fighting mostly. The last school tried

to channel that aggression into fencing.

And he was good, but he got kicked out of that, too,

when he took the tip of his foil.

What are you saying? He actually stabbed someone?

In psychological terms, the kid was a mess.

And get this, two days after Lana's body was found,

his father shipped him off

to some private school in Switzerland.

Oh-ho, okay. Fleeing the country and falsified coroner's report.

It doesn't look good for Trent.

Maybe that's what the note with Lana's remains meant.

"Please find out what really happened to me."

You think Trent is what happened to her?

You can ask him.

What? Is he in town?

His father died three days ago.

Trent's in town for the funeral.

But can I make a suggestion, Booth?

Send Hodgins instead of me.

Hodgins? Why?

Hodgins is a blue blood,

like Trent. They even knew each other.

Whoa, wait a second--

Hodgins speaks

rich people language?

Exactly.

Okay, I got an even better idea.

Why don't you and Hodgins go talk to him?

But... Booth?

Dr. Edison... Oh! What?

I was just getting something to eat.

Good.

I mean, I could have eaten at home,

no reason except that, you know,

I just wanted to get a jump on the day.

What do you think of Dr. Brennan's serial killer?

I'm sorry. Excuse me?

Do you think those cases are linked?

Is there a serial killer?

I'm asking for your opinion.

(sighs)

I'm skeptical.

Excellent.

These are the files on all six

Ghost Killer victims.

I want you to oversee this one.

Does Dr. Brennan know

you're making me responsible for these?

She doesn't need to know.

But I'd like to keep this between us

for as long as possible.

Oh,yeah.

Huh.

(horse whinnies)

This is nice.

(scoffs) You said that with an edge.

No, I didn't.

This is why you brought me, Sweets, okay?

I heard the envy in your voice.

SWEETS: There he is.

HODGINS: Yeah, and that's his sister Stephanie.

Wow, time has been a bit tough on Trent.

I remember him as an athletic golden boy.

Now he looks like hell.

SWEETS: Okay, I heard a definite tinge

of satisfaction in your voice.

Yeah, you did. Trent was a dick.

Hi.

STEPHANIE: It's good to see you, Jack.

I'm sorry to hear about you

losing your family's money.

Must be difficult.

TRENT: Jack never really seemed to care much for money.

As long as he had his bugs.

I'm doing fine, Steph.

I married an amazing woman,

I have a beautiful boy, so...

No complaints, actually.

We want to talk to you about Lana Brewster.

The sailor girl?

Yeah, her brother told us that she had

a boyfriend around the time that she died.

Didn't say who it was, though.

Thought it might be you, Trent.

STEPHANIE: Boy, you really must be

a part of the FBI.

Should we call our lawyer?

It was me.

What?

You liked a lot of girls, Trent.

Why'd you keep this one a secret?

Because I was in court-ordered Alcoholics Anonymous.

SWEETS: You're not supposed to start a romantic relationship

when you start AA.

So why did you skip town right after Lana's death?

He didn't skip town.

It was a coincidence.

TRENT: We ran out of American private schools.

Dad was hoping the Swiss could handle me.

SWEETS: We have evidence your father

paid off the medical examiner to cover up

the fact that Lana was murdered.

You think I killed Lana?

Looks like that's what your father thought.

Jack!

We all know how these things work, okay?

He was trying to protect Trent.

It's been really lovely seeing you again, Jack,

but this is definitely the part where we call our lawyer.

Do you concur this is probably cause of death?

Yes.

Why didn't we see this earlier?

It was obfuscated by the blunt force trauma

that fractured the sternum.

Do you think this could have been cause by a foil?

Oh! From fencing.

Yes.

Yes, that is possible.

Dr. Brennan?

I've seen this wound before.

On one of the Ghost Killer victims.

That seems unlikely.

Everyone keeps telling me

that I'm making connections that aren't there.

But I don't do that kind of thing.

I'm not that kind of a person.

Dr. Brennan, we're supposed to be working

on the Lana Brewster case.

These remains are the ones

that Pelant led me to months ago.

The ones where he said all of them were murdered

by the same serial killer?

A woman, yes.

So this has nothing to do

with Lana Brewster's case. I believe

Lana Brewster was the first victim.

Chloe Campbell and Lana Brewster

were both killed as a result of

a nail-like stake being punched through their sternum.

It's a very unique injury.

The indentations are different.

I can't corroborate your supposition.

I don't need your approval, Dr. Edison.

Yeah, but you do need someone to back you up,

especially if you're accusing Trent McNamara

of being a serial killer.

I already said the serial killer is a woman.

Dr. Brennan.

Do you recall Trent was a fencer

and this wound is congruent with a sharpened foil?

Trent McNamara didn't murder Lana Brewster.

Because Trent McNamara is not a woman?

Exactly.

Dr. Saroyan wanted me to ask you to return to the lab.

Our first priority is solving Lana Brewster's murder.

So you don't believe me, either.

It's not about belief.

It's about the evidence.

You taught me that.

If Dr. Saroyan wants us to get back to the lab,

we should...

I know who you are.

You're not supposed to be here.

Yeah, I'm not here in an official capacity...

I don't care why you're here.

This family's been harassed enough.

Now if you don't leave this property...

It's okay. It's okay, Donna.

Jack, why are you here?

I told him to leave, Mr. McNamara.

I can call the guys... It's okay.

I got this.

You can work around back right now.

You know I'm not supposed to talk to you, Jack.

Yeah? Then you let me talk.

I never liked you, Trent.

You were that guy,

the one who took pleasure

in tormenting the weaker kids.

Is this going someplace?

You know, I remember the night

that you slept over at my place.

And my mom and dad,

they came in to say good night,

and they gave me a hug and a kiss.

You know, I didn't think anything of it.

But you asked if something special was happening.

You said you couldn't remember

if your parents ever did that.

And of course, you made fun of me,

because you were supposed to be strong.

But I saw how much you wished it was you.

And that's probably why

we never hung out after that,

'cause you were embarrassed that I saw that.

And you think I'm the same.

You think that I killed Lana.

I get it. You didn't have to drive

all the way out here to tell me that.

But I don't, Trent.

I think you did love Lana.

And...

I don't think you would kill someone

who gave you what you wanted for so long.

You're the only one, Jack.

The remains from the six Ghost Killer murders are missing.

No, they aren't.

I assigned them to Dr. Edison.

And there is no Ghost Killer.

Not yet, at least.

I'll have them sent back to me.

No, you won't.

I'm your boss, Dr. Brennan.

Don't forget that.

Everyone's colluding, working against me.

I don't understand.

Why would you give those remains to Dr. Edison?

Because Dr. Edison is an objective eye.

Perhaps, but I'm better.

Not when you don't see clearly.

You want those six murders solved, don't you?

That means that I have to assign

resources in pursuit of that end.

But to do that, I have to convince the board,

beyond the shadow of a doubt,

that there is, in fact, a serial killer.

And my word isn't enough? Would it be for you?

With no evidence?

Look, I am trying to help you,

Dr. Brennan. And I think you know

there is no one in the world

that would work harder to impress you than Dr. Edison.

That is not true.

Of all the people working at the Jeffersonian,

he is the least awed by my abilities.

That is absolutely true,

if you mean the complete opposite.

I've already done so much work already.

I have binders filled with findings.

Then I suggest you give those to Dr. Edison,

because he is the one who will determine whether or not

we're looking for a serial killer.

That is my decision.

(sighs)

(sighs)

MONTENEGRO: Hey.

You can't tell Cam.

Tell Cam what?

Well... these weapons

are for the Lana Brewster murder.

But these are for the Ghost Killer.

The Ghost Killer?

We owe it to Brennan, don't we?

Even if it comes to nothing?

You really are a wonderful guy.

Even if you did sleep with a Binky.

You don't make that sound as good as it was.

(scoffs)

Sorry, uh... what did you need, Angie?

Yeah, uh...

It's Trent.

Uh, Booth just called.

Trent shot himself.

What?

I-I just saw him.

What did the note say?

Um, I-I don't think there was a note.

After everything that happened,

Trent would've left a note.

Okay, Cam can check.

She's going out there now.

I'm going, too. Honey, I don't...

I have to, Angie, okay? I can help.

The window was closed,

and I wasn't too sure...

Thought Dr. Brennan would come.

This is all flesh.

Not her domain.

(Hodgins sighs)

I don't believe this.

Are you sure you're okay, Dr. Hodgins?

Yes. I have a job to do.

We can get somebody else to gather the particulates...

They might miss something.

I can do this, Cam.

Okay.

A single gunshot wound to the temple.

No other evidence of foul play on the remains.

This sure looks to me like an admission of guilt.

Excuse me, Officer, uh...

have you find a note yet?

Steph, you really shouldn't be here right now.

(sighing): I don't know why I'm surprised.

You were expecting this? No. Not this.

It's just... something.

It's always something in this family.

Trent killed a girl,

probably just 'cause he was sick of her,

and Daddy didn't care, he just sent him away.

HODGINS: Look, Steph,

I'm gonna take you into the other room, okay?

I'm gonna get you settled, all right?

Trent was the last male.

I think that's a good thing.

SAROYAN: We'll release

his body as soon as we can.

I suppose a funeral will be expected.

It'll be big...

even though no one cares.

Hey, Steph, let me take you into the other room, okay?

We'll get you settled.

Let's go.

Hey, Cam wants to know

if you have the results from Trent's swabs.

She wants to finish the autopsy as soon as possible.

I'm just waiting on the Mass Spec.

When I went to go see him this afternoon,

he was wearing this shirt.

I'm so sorry, honey.

We could've turned out the same way, you know.

We had the same kind of life.

Yeah, but you turned out a lot different.

Thank God.

He was such a dick and all, you know?

But he just didn't seem like the kind of guy who would kill someone.

That was more his dad's thing.

That's why I went to go see him, you know?

Just to tell him that. But I don't know, I don't know.

Maybe that just made it worse.

Maybe that's why he shot himself.

No, honey, you didn't have anything

to do with this. You know that.

If he was the killer, he would've left a note, Angie.

He would've told us why.

Things don't always end as neatly as we'd like them to.

I just keep hoping that we missed something somewhere

that, you know, he wasn't a murderer.

Yeah, but so far, the evidence says we haven't.

(computer beeping)

Are those the results for Cam?

"Antimony, barium, and lead."

What does that mean?

It means Trent's hands tested positive for gunshot residue.

Cam will use this to confirm that he... he shot himself.

BRENNAN: Since you have been doubting

my judgment as a forensic anthropologist,

I'll allow Dr. Edison to explain this to you.

I absolutely trust you, Dr. Brennan.

By having Dr. Edison do my work?

EDISON: I don't think I should be here for this conversation.

I agree, but Dr. Saroyan wants you here, so proceed,

Dr. Edison-- tell her what I found.

If you agree with my conclusions.

Dr. Edison?

The victim has a remodeled injury

to the carpals on his right hand.

It's indicative of a deep laceration that cut

all the way down to the bone.

I thought I was explaining. You are. Very slowly.

A cut this deep would have severed the median

and ulnar nerves at the wrist. In which case, Trent

would've been able to point,

maybe even throw up a peace sign.

But he wouldn't have had any fine motor skills.

Trent McNamara was incapable of bending his trigger finger,

which means he could not have shot himself.

SAROYAN: With any other gun, I'd agree with you, Dr. Brennan, but

the weapon he used was a stainless .357

that only has a three-and-a-half-pound trigger pull.

It's very light.

It would have been painful,

but he still would have been capable of pulling the trigger.

Then why didn't he simply use his left hand?

He was trying to kill himself, Dr. Brennan.

Suicides use their dominant hand 98.8% of the time.

Exactly. There's still a possibility

that this is not a suicide and an even greater possibility

that he did not murder Lana Brewster.

Isn't that correct, Dr. Edison?

Leaning hard on the word "possibility," but yes.

Hey. I just finished going over

the visitor logs that the techs sent over

from the McNamara estate. And?

Dan Brewster visited Trent less than an hour before he died.

(sighs)

Yeah, I went to see Trent McNamara.

What's the big deal?

He's dead.

What?

How?

It was either a suicide

or a death made to look like suicide.

Why'd you go see him?

He called me.

This explains a lot.

Why?

He told me that Lana worried about me.

He said that she felt terrible

about Erika Stamp, too.

They used to be close.

Why did you say, "This explains a lot"?

It's obvious now, isn't it?

He was making amends.

So you're saying that Trent was tidying up loose ends

before killing himself.

Yeah.

I know what you're thinking.

Wh... Why would I kill him?

For revenge?

You were the last person to see Trent alive.

Yeah, and that's exactly how I left him... alive.

Oh! Dr. Brennan...

Good evening.

Do you have the time to do this properly? Excuse me?

I'm concerned that if it comes to a choice

between the Ghost Killer, your archaeological endeavors,

and your personal life, the Ghost Killer will lose.

By which I mean win.

(scoffs)

Nora and I are breaking up after eight years together.

There comes a time when,

if a couple doesn't make that next step...

You see, Nora wanted to get married, and I ...

I think Nora has found someone else to move forward with.

I mean, I can't prove it, but as you know,

you don't always need proof to know when something is true.

Even if it isn't,

Nora and I are not together anymore,

and I have to tell you I'm, uh...

(voice breaking): I'm very... I'm very sad about that.

So, yes...

I promise... (clears throat)

that I have more than enough time.

I won't let you down.

Thank you. That is a great relief to me.

I'm sorry for the emotional pain you're going through.

And I admire the fact that it hasn't impeded

your impressive abilities to work.

Thank you.

You know, I'm sorry that that all spilled out.

I'm-I'm not... (chuckles)

I'm not really sure what happened.

That happens to me, too.

I hold things in, and then

watch out!

(both chuckle)

Good night, Dr. Brennan.

Good night, Clark.

I think you should call me Temperance.

At least when we're alone.

Mm, "Temperance."

I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that.

But I'll try.

Cam, Cam, Cam, Cam!

Okay, stop saying my name like that.

I found traces of the same microscopic pollen

on Trent's clothes as were on the box that contained Lana's remains.

So you're saying Trent dug up Lana Brewster's remains

and left them on Dr. Brennan's front door?

Well, that's a reasonable conclusion.

Which means he didn't kill her.

That's not so reasonable.

You think he wants to get caught for a murder

he committed 18 years ago?

He shot himself.

It seems like an admission of guilt to me.

I don't buy it.

Cam?

Oh, God.

I read your autopsy report on Trent McNamara.

Yup.

Cause of death: gunshot wound to the head.

I noticed that

he had an avulsion fracture

to the third distal phalanx of his left hand.

Yes, his fingernail was ripped off.

Probably from a sailing accident,

reefing in a topsail or something.

Lana Brewster sustained the exact same wound.

These are very unique injuries.

I thought you might want to tell Dr. Edison

for his Ghost Killer File, or whatever he's calling it.

So you think there's a possibility

that Trent was killed by the Ghost Killer?

Shouldn't we look at every possibility?

All right.

Don't you want to tell him yourself?

I was going to,

but something else came up,

and then I thought we should do this your way.

My way? Yes.

It's your lab,

so we should do things your way.

Good night.

Boom! Voilà.

I'm not hungry. Yes, you are.

You just don't know it yet-- here.

The inquest is going to rule

that Trent McNamara killed Lana Brewster

and then committed suicide.

But Lana Brewster and Trent McNamara

both had their fingernail ripped off.

It's too coincidental.

What do you think?

Uh, you know what?

I think we're gonna catch her.

Her?

That's what you said, "her."

But you believe me?

Okay, look,

if you don't trust the evidence

that Trent killed himself,

then I don't trust the evidence.

That's it?

That's it. Now take a bite

of that sandwich-- eat up, it's good.

(chuckles)

Mm-hmm.

Oh!

Mmm, good, right?

I was hungry. Mm-hmm.

You know me better than I know myself.

I do, right? I do. Kiss me.

Good sandwich, huh? Right? I got your back.

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