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I thought I'd start
my speech with a joke.

Right.
Erwin Schrödinger
gets pulled over

by the police
for speeding.

The officer says,
"What's in the trunk?"

Schrödinger says, "A cat."

The officer says,
"Well, I need to see."

So police officer
opens the trunk,

he says, "This cat is dead."

Schrödinger says,
"Well, it is now."

Give me a heads up
when the joke's coming.

Well, that was a joke, Booth.

It's based on Schrödinger's
famous thought experiment...

Ah, you know what,
I usually judge a joke

by how funny it is.

And there was no yuks
on that one.

Great, now my speech

for the forensic convention
has no beginning.

Try this for a joke.

You hear about the, uh,
restaurant on the moon?

Great food but no atmosphere.
(chuckles)

That's not a science joke.

Yes, it is--
it's got the word "moon."

It's got the word "atmosphere."

That's very "sciencery." Here.

(sighs)
I-I'm not hungry.

Wow, you really are nervous
about all this.

It's the National Forensic
Sciences Convention.

Being chosen as the keynote
speaker is a great honor

and a terrible responsibility.

No jokes.

Jokes-- out the door.

You are the smartest...

person in that room.

They're gonna love you.

Hmm?

Eat up.

What?

SAROYAN:
Wow, this is amazing.

Look at all this stuff.

MAN:
Wow, it's Dr. Brennan.

WOMAN:
Ooh, they're here! Dr. Brennan!

Amanda Gurtz.

I'd be a very good intern,
Dr. Saroyan.

I've worked closely
with anomalies

in gap junction-competent cells
and micronucleus formation...

Thank you, I will
take a look at it.

Okay.

I'm Dr. Howard Fitch.

I've developed a combustible
gas detector and also...

Thank you
for your card.

Gosh, this is crazy.

It's like walking
into a show with my dad.

Ms. Montenegro?

You are the most brilliant
person at the Jeffersonian.

Your steganographic decryption
and stochastic deduction...

So sorry, we're actually
in a rush, so...

Oh, no, no.
Don't be rude.

Let her... let her
finish, Hodgins.

Oh.

You were saying?

I just think
you're amazing.

This is amazing, huh?

Awesome.

It's a pleasure to see
you again, Dr. Hodgins.

I have been following
your illustrious career.

(sighs)
Wow.

I thought the security here
was tight.

I guess not.

Well, we are colleagues now.
I thought you'd...

Colleagues? Excuse me.

You are an incompetent
forensic entomologist

and a disgrace
to your profession.

I'm Dr. Camille Saroyan.

I work with...

Yes, I know who you are.

Dr. Leona Saunders.
Dr. Hodgins and I...

Have nothing more to say
to each other. Excuse me.

Cam, I think the smart glasses
you want to see are over here.

What was that?

Nothing, that was
ancient history.

MONTENEGRO: These record
everything at the crime scene

so you can revisit the footage
whenever you want.

A useful device
for people with no memory

or powers of observation.

Hey. You okay?

Yeah. You know what, I got
to go deal with something, okay?

I'm gonna catch you later.

Excuse me.
Yeah.

What... what are
you doing here?

SAROYAN: Have you heard
of a Dr. Saunders?

Uh, no.

Old feud, apparently.

WOMAN: Speaking of old
feuds, Dr. Brennan.

Oh...

Tess Brown.

Tess is a forensic novelist
who has no comprehension

of forensics.

We know who Tess Brown is,
sweetie.

What are you
doing here?

I'm researching a new book.

A novel approach.

You never researched
any of your other books.

Touché.

My days of being
a sloppy writer are over.

And I'd like
to make amends with you

and possibly even
become friends.

By all means, do your research.

But I could never
be friends with someone

who publicly displays such
contempt for their readers.

MAN:
Dr. Brennan.

I'm Aldus Carter.
It is an honor to meet you.

Would you like a sample of my
non-stick examination gloves?

Thank you.

They're very practical
at a crime scene.

These are great.

Take the whole box of gloves,
please.

Thank you.

Dr. Brennan, you are
looking lovely today.

I-I thought so myself,
Dr. Harkness.

Is it time?

Hello, Edward.

Tess.

Well, I would like

to introduce you
to the other board members

before we get underway,
if that's okay.

Of course.

Please.

Does everyone in this place
hate each other?

You and I are fine, aren't we?

Sorry.

Hey, you've
been gone forever.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, totally.
Never better.

Hello, everyone!

Thank you.

I am Dr. Edward Harkness,

director of the National
Forensic Sciences Convention.

And it gives me great pleasure

to introduce our
keynote speaker.

A woman who,
like a fine Cabernet

that combines
phenolic compounds,

anthocyanins and colloids
to produce perfection...

I hate wine geeks.

HARKNESS:
...which makes her, some say,

the greatest
forensic anthropologist

in the last 50 years.

Please give a
warm welcome

to the incomparable
Dr. Temperance Brennan!

(crowd cheering)

Thank you, Dr. Harkness.

MAN:
Yeah!

Good afternoon,

ladies and gentlemen.

I am quite excited to be
in a room full of people

familiar with the legends
of the science world.

People like the great physicist
Dr. Erwin Schrödinger.

Imagine, if you will,

Dr. Schrödinger
driving to work...

(fire alarm ringing)

Please, everyone,
move-move to the exits.

Oh, my God,
the place is on fire!

HARKNESS: To the exits,
everyone. Thank you.

(crowd clamoring)

There's a body
in there.

And it's burning!

(coughing)

What-- do you smell that?

Ugh, that is gasoline.

BRENNAN:
The fire is still localized.

This extinguisher
should contain it.

This makes no sense. Why isn't
it putting out the fire?

Okay, this isn't the time for
a science lesson. Let's just go.

We need to get out of here
while we still can.

The evidence is burning.
Now, Dr. Brennan!

(crowd clamoring)

HODGINS: It seems like
they all have equipment

they want to sell us.

These remains look as if
they've burned for hours.

HODGINS: Couldn't have been
more than ten minutes.

BOOTH: Well, there's no security
cameras in here, right?

So, perfect place
for a bonfire.

Can't see anything in here.
BOOTH: You know what,

there's surveillance
cameras out in the hallway.

Why don't you go hook
up with hotel security,

see if they got
something. Thanks.

High intensity L.E.D. lamps!

Pure light that
won't alter

the visual integrity
of the evidence.

MAN: Dr. Saroyan,
I have an arson scene

tool kit
and some debris sifters that...

Stop. Stop.
All right, everybody?

Just keep it down
out here, all right?

I'd like a headlamp.
Yeah, me, too.

Yeah, lamps for everyone.

Who's got the L.E.D. lamps?

Here! I got four.

Cool. Thank you.
Thank you.

For you.
Thank you.

What is this white crust?

Where's my lamp?

Fire department used
a class "D" extinguisher

to put out the fire

and left a sodium chloride shell
all over the remains.

You don't see that every day.

Class "D," that's a metal fire.

That's right, yeah.

Most likely alkaline-based like,
uh, magnesium or titanium,

which burns at even
higher temperatures.

Well, the extreme heat
of the fire explains

why her remains fused
to the concrete floor,

the stairs and part
of the railing.

You already know it's a "her"?

Hey, everybody.
Hey!

Mr. Bray!

Whoa, somebody had a bad day.

The small brow ridges

and the sharp upper
margins of the orbit

suggest the victim is a female.

Already noted,
Mr. Bray.

Here, brother.

Thanks.

You allowed
to be here?

He's had no medical cannabis
for a month.

The DOJ and the Jeffersonian
gave him the all clear.

Because I got into the clinical
trial Dr. B. recommended.

You're still
in remission?
Yep.

BOOTH:
Well, you know,

it's good to have you back.

It's good to be back.

The symphyseal surface
of the pelvis shows a woman

about 40 years old.

I've got a badly burned
lanyard here.

Can't make out an I.D.

Here, let me see that.

That is definitely an I.D.
from this convention.

Okay, hand it over
to me, all right?

I'll get it to Angela

in the, uh, hotel security room.

Maybe she can I.D. it.

All right, everybody,
listen up, all right?

I know that you're all
forensic super-experts,

but today you have to stay

on the other side
of the yellow tape.

You still like
being a G-man, huh?

I feel like security
at a Beyoncé concert.

Are you kidding me?
What the hell is she doing?

AUBREY: She's the least
of my worries.

Okay, look,
do me a favor.

Get this to Angela
in security,

see if she can
I.D. the victim.

I'll take care
of that mess.

All right?
All right.

Let him out.

I'm here researching
my new book,

Hotter than My Heart.

I was in the back
of the ballroom,

listening to the wonderful Dr.
Brennan when the alarm went off.

It was my quick reaction
that saved the corpse

from burning
to a crisp.

Okay, that's it. Break it up.
Let's go.

Go find a Kardashian.
Party's over, all right?

Thank you. Bye-bye.

Do you have any
idea who I am?

Yeah, I do.

My car wash sells your books.

But, you know what, you are not
gonna use this murder

to promote yourself.

Am I hurting someone?

Yes, you are--
someone with a sense of decency.

Now, I have to ask you
a few questions.

Me?

Yes, you.

Now, you were the first
to see the body, right?

Come on.

Come on, let's go.

We have to separate the remains
from the floor and the railing

so we can bring them
back to the lab.

More than half the tissue
has been vaporized

because of the intense
heat of the fire.

Running tox screens
is gonna be difficult.

Here you go.

This should help us
scrape her

off the floor
and the railing.

What is it?

Well, it's a concrete
and metal saw all in one.

Dr. Fitch out there
invented it.

I've got a
biodegradable solution

that might loosen the tissue
fused to the floor!

FITCH:
"Might"!

It also "might"
destroy evidence!

And your saw

won't damage tissue
and bone?

Is that a thermocouple?

CARTER: I gave it to him!
Yeah, uh...

It's a digital
wireless thermocouple

with downloadable memory.

Wow. Can I see that?

Yeah, sure.
BRENNAN: Can I see, too?

Hey, a shoeprint.

BRENNAN: It looks like
it's burned

right into the concrete.

MONTENEGRO:
The security cameras

outside the plumbing and
electrical room were turned off.

So we have no way of knowing who
went in and out of that room.

You should get
everyone's cell phones,

those smart glasses,

anything that could be used
to take a picture or a video.

Already on it.
Okay.

Here we go.

But isn't it still
too damaged?

Well, for this
computer, yeah,

but I linked in with my system
at the Jeffersonian.

It can take whatever data
is still on this stripe

and check it against all
of the female registrants.

(computer trilling)

(sighs)
She's free.

I need the remains transferred
to the Jeffersonian immediately.

I'm still working,
Dr. Brennan.

Yeah, me, too. And with these
people at this convention,

we have all the tools
that we need.

What are you doing?

Well, I am making
a mold of the shoeprint.

With what?

I got this
from some guy out there

that's experimenting
with this inert polymer resin

that's totally noninvasive.

Yeah, I'm sorry I asked.

Just keep at it.

I really should develop
a few of my ideas.

Oh, wow.

Now, that... that is impressive.

Whoa.

SAROYAN: The rosy color
and creamy, curdled texture

of this area of blood

suggest the victim died
before the fire.

There are injuries

to the fourth sternal rib
on the left side.

Could be a stab wound.

Tissue damage to the torso seems
to confirm that.

What about time of death?

Despite the damage done

by the fire,
I see no signs of lividity

or lactic buildup,
so the victim must have died

no more than one or two hours
before the fire was set.

MONTENEGRO: So there are
four female registrants

that are unaccounted for.

I can match these pictures
with the ones I took

of the victim.

Oh, my God.
What?

Leona Saunders.

Who-who is Leona Saunders?

Hodgins knew her.

They-they talked
just before she died.

About what?

I don't know.

I-I don't know. I wasn't there.

Hodgins?
Yeah?

You knew, uh, Leona Saunders?

Unfortunately. Why?
What is she doing now?

Well, she's dead.
She's our victim.

Are you serious?

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Wow, I feel terrible
because I don't feel terrible.

Well, if you have
any information...

No, I don't have
any information.

We talked--
well, we argued, actually.

Argued? That doesn't sound good.

When I was in college,
I designed

an odor-recognition system

for locating buried
human remains, right?

It contained a small box
with ten sensors

to respond to 20 different
classes of chemicals

that decaying bodies emit.

Stop. Just cut to the chase.

She stole my plans.

She claimed them as her own.

Wound about making about
four million bucks off of it.

Anyway, she shows up
today and she wants to,

like, make up
like nothing ever happened.

You got to be kidding. You
realize that doesn't look good?

All right? You're arguing

minutes before
our victim was killed?

Are you serious, Booth?

There's probably
a line of people

who hated her.

Guys, can we just focus
on the evidence,

because it certainly
does not point to me.

I didn't say that it did.

But we have to look at you
just like we would

any other person of interest.
This is unbelievable.

This is the third time
I've been a murder suspect.

That makes me
want to kill someone

so you don't waste your time.

It was a joke.

I was joking.

Do you want to see the evidence
I found or what?

Sure do.
Yeah, we do.

Let's see.
All right, okay.

What I got here is,

I found olive oil and canola oil
on the shoeprint

along with food particulates.
Now, that,

plus the design of
the actual shoe itself,

makes me think
maybe we're looking

for someone that worked
in the kitchen.

Makes sense. Dr. Brennan said

there might have been
stab wounds.

Okay, this is good.
So the kitchen knife

is possibly the murder weapon.
(phone ringing)

Let me... Get the mold.

(phone beeps)

The mold!

No, Aubrey,

not the positive,
the negative.

Okay, great, got it.

Listen, Aubrey...

Aubrey, what's taking
you so long, all right?

Assistant manager
just told me

that one of the kitchen
workers clocked out early.

He's still in the kitchen?

Just left.
Okay, you're fast.

H-Hold it right there! FBI.
Don't move.

I-I didn't do anything.
Right, you didn't
do anything.

You're just taking off to do
a little charity work, huh?

I'm sick. I got a stomach thing.

Yeah, poor baby.
Give us your shoe.

What?
BOOTH: Your shoe.

Take off your right shoe
and throw it over here.

Easy.

Drop your bag.

Hmm?

Perfect match.

Oh, perfect match, huh?

Looks like we found Cinderella.
Okay, turn around.

(sighs)

Hands on the head,
let's go.

AUBREY:
Let's see here, Malik Farris.

Two years for robbery,
three years for assault,

four years for arson.

Oh, arson-- what a coincidence.

Man, you got me down there bad,
but I'm not that guy no more.

That why we found
the victim's empty wallet

in the kitchen trash?

Because that would be another
coincidence, wouldn't it?

Yeah, coincidence.

And you had all
of this cash on you.

Help me out here,
Malik, huh?

A successful forensic
entomologist has no money,

but a dishwasher
fresh out of jail has $560.

What's wrong with this picture?

The picture's racist.

That's what's wrong with it.

What, a man of color
can't have money, huh?

All right, look,
I don't know about you,

but I'm tired of dancing,
all right?

We have your shoeprint
at the murder scene, Malik.

Okay, sometimes I use that place
to herb down a little bit.

You know what I'm saying?

But this time there
was a dead body,

the whole place stunk
of gasoline,

I thought it was ready to blow,

so, you know,
I got out of there real fast.

Of course you didn't tell anyone
about the dead woman

or the potential explosion.
Come on, man.

You seen my rap sheet.

Something like this goes down,
I'm the first guy to get blamed.

And look at me, here I am.

You're here because
you left your shoeprint

at the crime scene,
and you stole cash

off a dead woman.

I mean, you honestly think

we won't find your prints
on that wallet?

Look, if you're innocent,

why don't you just tell us
what else you saw in there.

Or who else.

Man, I want a public defender,
and a sober one.

I don't want to have to go back
to the joint.

There's evidence of striations

on the fifth and sixth
left ribs,

the fifth and seventh
right ribs,

and here on the left margin
of the sternum.

More evidence of
knife wounds?

Possibly, but I need
to clean the bones

so Dr. Brennan and I can make
a conclusive determination.

Not yet, brother.

I haven't finished
my particulates sweep.

It's taking a long time.

Yeah, well, this woman is
covered in food refuse.

I think that she was transferred
there in a garbage can.

The dishwasher has access
to the garbage cans.

People see him wheeling them
around every day.

No one would suspect a thing.
You know,

if you gave me a hand, I could
finish my job a lot faster.

If it gets me cleaning the
bones sooner, I'm all yours.

All right, then,

walk this way, Mr. Bray,

into the wonderful world
of forceps and swabbing.

Looks like the organ gods
are smiling down on us.

I've got a stomach.

Think you can recover
anything from it?

Let's hope so.

BOOTH: Oh, look at you, huh?
This is a treat.

I thought you would
be stuck in the lab.

I can't do anything
until the bones are clean.

Right.
They're so covered
in particulates,

I don't know when that'll be.
How did you get away?

Uh, suspect washed out.

The dishwasher?
Yeah.

You know, the surveillance
camera caught him

in the dining room.

Timestamp was 11:58 a.m.

So there's no way he could get
from the dining room

to the plumbing
and electric room

in time to set the victim
on fire.

Nah.

Ah, look at that, huh?

Hey, thank you.

Thank you.
Wait a second.

Did you order
this for me?

You are so sweet.
Thank you.
(chuckles)

I'm no closer to finding
the killer

than I was when the remains
were smoldering.

Oh.

"Oh," what?
You think you'll look bad

in front
of all these forensic geeks

if it takes you too long

to solve this one.

If I solve this one.
All right, look.

I'll bet you a hundred bucks

that they'll be even more
jealous when it's done.

Booth, you're
in Gamblers Anonymous.

You shouldn't be betting.

Right, and you're a genius,
all right?

So don't say stupid things.
Have some pie.

Well, maybe a bite.
Come on, have some
pie, all right?

Here, have a
piece of the pie.

Hello, synthetic rubber.

All right, well,
this is some kind of copolymer.

So, so far we have got
coffee grounds,

melted aluminum foil,
two kinds of plastic,

polyester, Styrofoam,
gum and rubber.

And two trays of stuff
yet to be identified.

Particulates.
Don't say "stuff."

It's sacrilege.

You really doing good?
Yeah.

Yeah, I'm back at the gym.
I can even have a beer.

I'm a big fan of remission.

We all are.

And the trial is having
great success.

There are 12 of us in the group,

and everyone's doing well.

Three cheers
for modern science, huh?

Yeah.

Oh, I got something weird here.

Looks like tissue.

Hey, um,

do you mind
if I do the honors?

You are in remission.

You can do
whatever you want.

Not tissue, it's gummy.

Can you put it up
on the monitor?
Yeah.

A piece of a Band-Aid?

Yeah.

If it was worn, maybe Cam
can pull some DNA off of it?

No, it's been in a fire.
Cam wouldn't have a chance.

Wouldn't have
a chance of what?

Uh, of getting some DNA
off this Band-Aid we found.

Oh, Dr. Hodgins is right.

Odds are against it,
but it's worth a shot.

And I have a gift
for you in return.

The victim's last meal.
Ah.

Based on digestion,
ingested around 3:00 a.m.

I need it analyzed and I.D.'d.

Might be able to tell us
where the victim was

or who she was with
before she died.

You got it.

BRENNAN: There's no obvious
defensive injuries,

so the victim might
have known the killer.

Or was just unafraid
of the killer.

Enlarge the sternum.

Okay.

The sternum.

An oldie but
a goodie, huh?

(computer trilling)

BRENNAN: There is
a spiderweb fracture

on the sternum.

The victim was struck

and winded, giving the assailant
time to stab.

So someone who knew
what they were doing.

I've got the DNA results

from the Band-Aid found
on the remains.

And?

I'm sure it's easily explained.

What?

What is it?

The DNA's a match
for Dr. Hodgins.

All right, let's go in here.

Oh, come... the interrogation
room? Really, Booth?

(laughs) Come on,
we got to do things by the book.

You understand.

Do you really think
that I killed Leona?

No, of course not.
But you did have a motive.

Because I hated her?

I told you that, Aubrey.

Come on, Booth, this is dumb.

I mean, you know me.

Listen, the prosecutor
gets copies

of everything
that we find, okay?

They're gonna need
explanations, Hodgins.

So, have a seat, sit down.

So, we sit down, we have
a little conversation,

and you explain
yourself. Come on!

So, woman steals your invention,
makes millions...

Yes, four million.

It's a lot of money.

But I was worth billions
at the time.

But you're not anymore.

Now you could use that money.

Some might say that could
make you lose control, lash out.

Wow, and I thought
I was gonna like you, Aubrey.

Hodgins, he's just
asking questions.

He's got to do his job, okay?

The prosecutor is gonna see
the money thing as a motive.

There's also some hard evidence,
might raise a few red flags.

Okay, all right.
This should be good,

since I'm the one sifting
through that evidence. Please.

It was a Band-Aid,
piece of a Band-Aid

that was found on the body
with your DNA on it.

Yes, because I cut
my finger this morning.

This one.
BOOTH (laughs):
That's a good one.

Right there, okay?

I was making
Michael Vincent's lunch,

I cut myself,
put a Band-Aid on it.

By the time we got to the
convention, it stopped bleeding,

so I took it off,
I threw it in the trash.

Yeah, but it wasn't in the
trash, it was on the victim.

Yes, because the killer
tossed a load of trash

onto the victim
to confuse us.

The crime scene
was staged, Booth, okay?

Whoever did this
knew what they were doing.

Someone like you...
Okay, that's enough.

What? I like the guy, too.

But it's like you said--
we got a job to do.

The DOJ's gonna think
we're playing favorites here.

He answered
your questions, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, okay? So he can go.

You can go.

I can leave?
Yes, you can.

Really?
Yeah.

Listen, I know
what it's like to be innocent,

and have a bunch
of circumstantial evidence,

you know,
stacked against you.

Thank you, Booth.

And I really do think
you're a good guy.

Yeah, great.

So please don't be the killer.

Stop, all right. Really?

Yeah, sure.

The indentations
on the right side are deeper

than the indentations
on the left side.

What does that mean?

It indicates the disambiguation

of a right-handed assailant,

because these blows
show more strength.

The fatal blows to the
left side are weaker

and not as specifically
placed as those on the right.

Indicative of someone who is
not used to using his left hand.

He was trying to confuse us.

But he wasn't
successful, was he?

(phone ringing)

Sorry, um...

I have an appointment.

The clinical trial?

Yeah, I forgot to tell you.
I-I can cancel if you...

You're of no use to me

if your cancer returns
and you die, Mr. Bray.

I can manage
until you come back.

It usually takes
about an hour.

I-I get the medicine,
they take my blood...

I know. I'm happy
it seems to be working.

Thanks, Dr. B.

HODGINS:
Hey!

I have got some
good news for you.

You're back-- that's
excellent news.

Yeah, well,
there's more.

So, the stomach contents--

turns out there was
wine sediment in the mix,

made from a very rare,

almost extinct French grape
called carmenere.

Can you trace it?
I already did.

It was only used by
four French vintners--

Pauillac, Margaux,
Latour and Lafite.

All very expensive wines.

Yeah, exactly.
And the mass spec

also identified
strawberries and chocolate.

Sounds like our victim had
a little romantic dinner

on her last night.

With someone who really
knows their wine.

So, we have to trace Leona's
last steps in order to...

No, actually we don't.

So, I called the room service
manager at the hotel.

The night before
Leona was murdered,

a tray of chocolate-covered
strawberries

was delivered
to a guest

along with a thousand-dollar
bottle of Chateau Margaux.

Let me guess, the hotel guest
was Leona Saunders.

No, it was Dr. Edward Harkness,

the director of
the Forensic Science Convention.

AUBREY:
We know that Leona Saunders

was in your room at 3:00 a.m.

on the morning of the day
she was murdered.

Because the Jeffersonian
found the sediment

from the Margaux in
her stomach, correct?

Correct.

(chuckles)

Yes, I was
expecting this.

"A great, a good and
a right mind is a kind

"of divinity
lodged in flesh.

Sadly it is always the flesh
that gets the better of us."

(chuckles)

Seneca.

Ah! You know your classics,
young man.

Mm-hmm. Bravo.

Ironically, my relationship

with Leona started
at the convention last year.

As you, well, may be aware,

conventions usually devolve

into carnivals
of indiscretion.

And even I,

the ringmaster, fell victim

to its hedonistic pleasures.

So, you cheated on your wife,

now you've turned it
into a poem.

That's great.

Why don't you just
tell me what happened.

Leona was the love of my life.

So what's the story?

Did she meet somebody else
at the convention? What?

No, I was not
the jealous one.

There was another
woman before Leona.

She hired me as a forensic
research consultant

for a book she was writing.

We started seeing each other.

But when I met Leona,
I broke it off.

She never forgave me
for leaving her.

And your other woman?

Tess Brown.

Hey, Dr. B.

So I identified
some particulate matter

I found in the remains.

It was in
the stab wounds.

What is it?

Obsidian.

Oh, obsidian was used

as early as the Acheulean
Age for weapons.

Yeah, well, I think it's still
being used for weapons.

How much did you find?

About 600 grams.

Sufficient mass
for an obsidian knife.

And a magnesium fire
would melt an obsidian knife,

leaving only traces
of a murder weapon.

Tess Brown used an obsidian
weapon in her first novel.

I'll check the bones
for other fragments.

Okay.

Hey, I thought
Wendell was helping you out.

Oh, he had an appointment
for his clinical trial.

He should be back...

Actually, he was supposed
to be back by now.

I thought he said
that he was just going

to get a quick injection.

Should we be worried?

Of course not.

No, I'm...

There's probably traffic.

Yeah. Yeah.

AUBREY: I talked to your
publisher-- he dropped you.

Because of a video where I said
a few inappropriate things.

Right, like calling
your fans "idiots."

I have a neighbor
who reads your books;

she's definitely an idiot.

Right.
So your publisher gave you

another shot because you had
another big idea for a book.

Yes.

Which you titled
Hotter than My Heart.

Kind of a crime in itself.

Murder at a forensic convention
with, uh, cops and experts.

That's ironic.

There's no crime in being at the
right place at the right time.

Oh, it is if you're lying
about where you were.

We have video evidence
that proves you were never

in the ballroom
like you said you were.

Do you think I'd commit a murder
to get a book deal?

Yeah, I do.
I actually think you would.

But, you know what,
that's not why

you killed Leona.

Why don't you tell us about your
relationship with Dr. Harkness.

I hired him as a forensic
consultant on one of my books.

He read my manuscript,
gave me some notes.

It was purely professional.

"Purely professional."
Did you hear that?

I'm sure he gave you lots
of information on

how to commit a murder; that
must have been really helpful.

We also have evidence
you and Dr. Harkness

spent time together
at several hotels

in Miami, Las Vegas, Hawaii.

BOOTH:
Hawaii. Aloha e.

What did Edward say?

That stumpy little toad.

Well, he said that you became
very, very jealous

after you found out
about, uh, Leona.

Right now, he's looking
pretty credible.

You know...

I hired another consultant.

An attorney.

And I'd like to call her
right now, if you don't mind.

Any word from Wendell?

Not yet.

Do you think we can
call the doctors

who are administering the trial?

Maybe something happened to him.

I did.

They wouldn't tell me anything.

Confidentiality.

I can barely work.

But we have to, don't we?

There's a slight discoloration
on the ilium

I didn't see before.

SAROYAN: The victim showed
symptoms of arthritis.

It could have been
from minocycline use.

This is localized
to the ilium.

We've been working
under the assumption

that the killer used gasoline
to ignite the magnesium strips.

But what if that were a mask
for a third accelerant?

Do you think Tess Brown
would be able to engineer

something that complicated?

Dr. Harkness is quite brilliant
in his field.

If he were her mentor,
it's a very real possibility.

So, we're looking
for a third accelerant,

something that
the gasoline could obfuscate.

FITCH:
I can't tell you

how flattered I am
that you asked me to be here.

The Jeffersonian is
the pinnacle...

Yeah, it's pretty
cool, isn't it?

Can we get
back on track?

Uh, yes, of course.

Looks like sulfuric acid
and potassium chlorate.

Yeah, now that is
the perfect recipe

for igniting magnesium strips,
don't you think?

Yes, perhaps,
but sulfuric...

Excuse me,
Dr. Hodgins?

I'm Aldus Carter;
I'm not sure if you remember.

Uh...
What are you
doing here?

I think the real question is:
what are you doing here?

I was asked to
help because of

my world-renowned
expertise in arson.
"Expertise"?

His lab was
shut down for starting a fire

in his apartment building.

Didn't tell you that, did he?

Okay, stop.
Both of you, stop it.

Now, how did you get in here?

Magnetic coding is just
one of my many specialties.

If you'd let me help you,
perhaps I could undo

whatever damage this idiot
has no doubt done...

Why you arrogant
little...

Whoa-oa, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey,
break it up!

Hey, break it up!

What the hell
is going on here?

I asked him to come.

And he just showed up.

This is a restricted area.

You're both gonna have to leave.

Now.

Can you please escort these
men out of the building?

Okay, okay.

Compliments of
Carter Forensic Devices.

Are you out
of your mind?

You didn't even check
with me...

Yeah, I... S-Sorry, sorry.

It was my bad, Cam.

But that just gave me
a great idea.

Wait, look at this.

So, sulfuric acid
and potassium chlorate--

they react violently
when put together, right?

Just like those two.

But what if the potassium
chlorate and the sulfuric acid

were separated by
layers and layers of

aluminum foil, which I also
found on the murder remains?

The sulfuric acid would
eat through the foil.

Yeah, that's right.

But slowly.

Here, put these on.

Because the foil would create
an ignition delay...

Yeah, a chemical
timing device.

Got it.

HODGINS:
Whoa!

(laughs)
Wow.

Oh!

That's pretty cool, right?

So the killer
wouldn't need to be

in the plumbing and electric
room when the fire started.

Then all the timelines
that Angela worked out

that cleared some of the
suspects are meaningless.

Which means none of
the suspects has an alibi.

Including you.

Including... me.

I tried to call Wendell,
but there was no answer.

I'm really
starting to worry.

Don't.
Booth heard from him.

He's fine.

Oh!

Then why isn't he here?

I'm sure Booth will be
able to answer that.

I'm trying to determine
why there's a puncture

on the anterior surface of
the left fifth vertebral rib.

Perimortem?
Yes.

It lines up with
the obsidian knife wound

on the fourth sternal rib
on the left side.

But this one has no traces
of obsidian in it.

So the obsidian knife
must've been used

to cover up
the initial stab wound.

Yes. Note that
no other wounds

were deep enough
to leave traces

on the vertebral ribs.

The killer probably thought

we were gonna stop
at the obsidian knife

and not search
for another weapon.

A very misguided
assumption.

I will make a mikrosil
impression of the injury

and give it
to Dr. Hodgins.

Perhaps he can
identify the weapon.

Hey.

People don't know
how to drive in this city.

What's going on?

You good?
Yeah, I'm good.

All right.

Uh, sorry, I shouldn't
have called you, man.

You're-you're...
you're busy.

Come on. What are you
talking about, huh?

You can't call your...
your hockey teammate,

who can you call, right?

Not sure I'm gonna be playing
much more hockey anymore.

Oh. Why is that?

Did, uh...
it come back again?

Not mine, no.

But, uh...
(clears throat)

one of the guys, uh,
in the clinical trial--

uh, Ben--
has two little kids,

four and a one-and-
a-half year old.

Died on Tuesday.

Oh.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I-I...
I saw him four weeks ago,

and he was doing well,
you know, just like me.

Then, out of nowhere, the cancer
started spreading and...

He was a good guy.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. Me, too.

I really thought
I was gonna get better.

Wait a second-- just because
one person in your group

doesn't get better, doesn't mean
you're not gonna get better.

I mean, come on.
How do you feel?

I feel good.

But so did he,
a month ago.

(sighs)

You know, Wendell...
(clears throat)

you know, back in '02,

we had to secure
this ridge in Ghazni...

before our major
forces came in.

Little did we know, the Taliban
had already been there.

And they pinned us down
for about six days,

and they kept
picking us off...

one by one.

15 guys went up to that ridge,
only three came out.

I know what you're
trying to do, Booth.

I-I appreciate it; the doctors
tried to do the same thing.

No, you don't.

I don't think you know
what I'm talking about,

and I don't think
you appreciate

what I'm telling you
right now.

What I'm telling you is
that I saw 12 of my brothers

killed in front of me.

Twelve.

You got dealt a bad hand.

Deal with it.

(stammers quietly)

Sorry.

Enough with the apologies.

Okay, Wendell?

Stop feeling sorry
for yourself, man,

and keep fighting.

I don't need to see
another brother die.

So, I have a match
for the puncture wound

you found in the rib.

Aldus Carter's thermocouple?

He did it?

You're absolutely
certain it's this one.

His thermocouple has
this unique tip

that matches the
mikrosil perfectly.

BRENNAN: Didn't he say
this records data

each time it takes
body temperature?

Yeah, he did.

Hey, so if Aldus used
this as a weapon,

then that data should
be stored here, too.

Well, that should be
easy to download.

SAROYAN: There'll be one
reading that's from me,

the rest will be his.

Okay.

(computer beeps)

Huh.
There's only one entry.

(sighs)
That was mine, when I used it.

So he must've erased it.

Wait, hold on,
there might be another way.

I found traces of
nano-composites

with the nitrile rubber
on the remains.

The examination gloves?
Could be.

I mean, it's a superhydrophobic
coating, for sure.

I'll need to do some tests
to be certain, but...

Okay, well, check it out
and call me back.

Great. Thanks.

Okay, so what do we have?

Aldus Carter placed an order
for a piece of obsidian

from an online flintknapping
store a month ago.

Flintknapping?

Making ancient tools
and weapons

out of flint and obsidian.

Lots of people do it.

Just weird people, probably.

Right, okay-- was the piece
he ordered big enough

to make a knife?
Oh, yeah.

If we get a search warrant,

I bet we'll find the knapping
tools at his place.

The hard hammers,
soft hammers--

everything that he would've
needed to make his weapon.

Okay, well, bring him in.
All right, great.

Why are you following me?

CARTER:
I can't believe this.

After all that I've
done to help you

with your investigation,

you're accusing me
of killing this woman?

I... I don't
even know her.

What possible motive
could I have?

Well, getting rid of
Leona Saunders gave you

an opportunity
to showcase your products.

BRENNAN: Which led to
a substantial order

from the Jeffersonian
and other contractors.

I would never kill for money.

We have the murder weapon.

And it's not the obsidian knife

you burned on the remains
in an attempt to mislead us.

My thermocouple.

But Dr. Saroyan is the one

who planted those prongs
into the corpse, not me.

Yeah, but you thought
that you could erase,

you know, the memory
in this "thermal-cuppus."

Thermocouple.

It's a thermocouple.

And you thought you could
cover your tracks.

But... you forgot
about these.

Those.

BRENNAN: We found traces
of nitrile rubber

with manganese oxide
polystyrene nano-composite

fused to the burned
flesh of the victim.

I can tie them to you.

Oh... that's impossible.

The rubber is an exact
match for your patented

and, well, quite excellent
non-stick gloves, Mr. Carter.

Couldn't do better
with a fingerprint.

And do not compliment
the murderer.

Sorry.

Handling a corpse
with nitrile rubber

does not leave trace
evidence, all right?

That's why my gloves
are so good.

True, unless you were
also handling

razor-sharp strips
of magnesium

which cut the glove
and, in this case,

left traces of your DNA
on the rubber.

That's brilliant.

This has been a worthy defeat.

That's it?

Well, there's nothing more
to discuss, actually.

Bones, there is a lot
to discuss here.

What about Leona?

Why her?

Because of a video
spectral comparator

I was developing.

I found out she was
stealing my designs

and that's the only reason
she was sleeping with me.

Whoa.

You... and she was... wow.

Well, that... Okay.

Oh. Well...

Whoa.

Yeah.

Um, sorry, one more thing.

Um, I will still be able to work
on the comparator in prison.

I think it could be very
valuable to your team.

I look forward to seeing it.

Really, Bones?

Really.
No.

What?
No!

He still does good work.

I can't believe
Dr. B. was worried

she'd look foolish
in front of everyone.

She's the best, man.

Sometimes people doubt
how strong they really are.

HODGINS:
Hey, brother.

You're back.
Is everything okay?

Yeah, yeah,
I'm still in remission.

Sorry I missed work.

I was dealing with some stuff.
It won't happen again.

HARKNESS:
Hello, everyone.

(crowd cheering)

Thank you, thank you very much,
thank you. Okay.

Yesterday, I tried to introduce
our keynote speaker,

when all hell broke loose here

at the National Forensic
Sciences Convention.

But within 24 hours,
this incredible woman

and her team

not only conducted a complete
forensic investigation,

they also solved the murder.

Therefore,
and particularly in light

of this remarkable feat,

it gives me great pleasure
to introduce

the remarkable
Dr. Temperance Brennan!

(crowd cheering)

(whistles)

Thank you. Thank you very much.

(chuckles)

The great Dr. Erwin Schrödinger
gets pulled over for speeding.

(quietly):
Oh, no.

BRENNAN:
The police officer says,

"What's in the trunk?"

Schrödinger says, "A cat."

The police officer says,
"Let me see,"

and he opens the trunk and says,

"This cat is dead."

And Schrödinger says,
"Well, it is now."

(laughter)

Hey, that worked!

(laughs)

Which reminds me

of an astronaut I know

who told me about a restaurant
he visited on the moon.

"Great food," he said,
"but no atmosphere."

(laughs)

Yes! That was...

(clears throat)
I thought it was funny.

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