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Lo,the cave where the
princess doth dwell.

Let the light of
Mithryleen guide our path.

Smells like ass in here,yo.

Yo? Who is this Yo of whom you speak?

I know him not.

For real,Trev. Let's go back.

Those other freaks are gonna
beat us to the treasure,anyway.

The name's Blackthorne,and
you'd do well to rember it.

Your name is Trevor Vertuca,and
that is your mom's cell phone.

Now call her to pick us up,or I will.

This is getting old,right,Ezra?

A rat? Come on.

Wait for me! Wait for me!

Look,I'm sorry about this.

We don't usually break character,but...

I mean,you have to dock
points; I understand.

What the...

Open up!

All right,all right,all
right,I'm comin',it's...

Just keep it down.

What's taking so long?

- What's wrong?
- Nothing; come on in.

How about some coffee?

Arabian Bean!

You hurt your back again?

No,no... no.

It's that obvious,huh?

Your gait suggests you re-strained
your anterior longitudinal ligament.

Yeah,well,I blame the couch,all right?

I fell asleep last
night watching the game.

Look,I figured you fixed my
back last time,really well,

and I just thought that
maybe you could fix it again,

so use your little magic knuckles,and
hit it up,and we're good to go.

Booth,if this has become a recurring
problem,you should see a specialist.

Right,I get it-- all
disclaimers apply.

Here we go,hit the back--
chop,chop-- we got a case.

No.

What do you
mean-- no?

Last time I had this,you
were begging to help me.

I probably shouldn't have
touched you the last time.

You need a medical doctor.

I'm not asking you to perform surgery;

just do what you did last time,and
fix it with your magic knuckles...

Look,there's no one I trust more to
get my back and crack it,than you.

You want more?

No,that was effective. Turn around.

Okay,ready?

okay. This is gonna be good.

Believe me,I really am
not going to forget-- ...

this.

How is he?

Dr. Patel suspects a herniated
disc in Booth's lumbar region.

We'll know which vertebrae
when the X-rays get here.

So you didn't actually paralyze him?

No. The Vicodin seems to be working.

He claims it makes the
furniture feel friendly.

But he'll be on bed rest for
the remainder of the week.

Are you okay?

Of course. I wasn't
the one who was injured.

Admittedly,I shouldn't have let
Booth talk me into adjusting him.

- Agent Perotta.
- Dr. Brennan. Nice to see you.

I was honored you requested me
as a substitute for Agent Booth.

The variables involved in
breaking in a new person outweigh

the benefit of possibly
finding a better investigator.

Aw,let's not get gushy about it.

Agent Perotta and I
inspected the dump site,

and I cleared the body to be
transported back to the lab.

We haven't determined identity yet.

Booth usually waits for me to conduct
my own examination of the scene.

Do you want to go back there?

No.

I'll examine the remains here,thank you.

Mr. Fisher,welcome back.

What are your preliminary findings?

Victim is female,25 to 29 years old.

Severe damage to the skull; the
mandible is almost completely severed.

Avulsions to the tissue at the maxillary and
mandibular incisors-- that's very unusual.

It's like her face was
hit by a wrecking ball.

This damage is going to make facial
reconstruction very difficult.

Yeah.

Flesh is all yours,Dr. Saroyan.

Does that mean we're officially
investigating a murder?

She's just upset because she
put Booth in the hospital.

Well,I understand that,but I still
need someone to officially say "murder."

Murder.

Thank you.

So... what do we make of this clothing?

Huh-- like a costume
out ofLord of the Rings.

The porno version.

Fisher,you're into this stuff.

- Porn? - Fantasy.
Sci-Fi. Geek stuff.

A superficial judgment.

Both feet display erythema and
heavy blistering,but no calluses.

My guess is,she was standing in
those princess pumps for hours.

The skin here,on the back of the hand,is
less desiccated than the area surrounding it.

Not sure what that means yet.

May I?

Hello.

It's a spectroline UV stamp.

They're designed to
withstand evaporation.

No match to any local bars or
clubs,but I'm still searching.

Agent Perotta discovered this?

Yes. You should be nicer to her.

Well,I like working with
Booth. I'm nice to him.

Okay,I admit,I'm a geek.

- You're Greek?
- No,geek,sweetie.

I love it all. Star Trek,Star
Wars,Buffy,Xena,Akira.

I even watchFringe.

My girlfriend Jill dumped me
because of it,which is depressing.

Fisher,what doesn't depress you?

Answers.

I know that insignia.

I bet the victim was a
booth babe at ImagiCon.

I don't know what that means.

ImagiCon?

It's a convention for fans of genre
movies,comic books,video games,anime.

And it's at Union Center
till the end of the week.

Click on "gallery" for
Booth Babe Roundup. Yeah.

When Dr. Saroyan talked about the
victim standing on her feet for hours,

sort of started to click for me.

Stop.

That's definitely our dress.

And judging from her zygomatic
arches and facial contours,

there's a good chance
that's our victim wearing it.

Someone should inform Agent Perotta.

That'd be you,sweetie.

Of course. I will inform Agent Perotta.

These people don't look like killers.

I... disagree.

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Episode15 The Princess and the Pear

Fascinating. A summit between the
disenfranchised and the commercial franchises.

I'm at a loss for an
anthropological analogue.

So you really did a number
on Booth's lower back,huh?

He had a mechanical problem which
didn't show up on his X-rays.

My adjustment aggravated

So,it was an accident.

Yes. Why? Did Booth tell
you something different?

No,no,no. In fact,"aggravated"
was,um,exactly the word he used.

Oh,there's the Grimoire 3. 0 booth.

I'm Special Agent Perotta,FBI.

This is Dr. Brennan
from the Jeffersonian.

We need you to answer
a couple of questions.

Yeah,that's Kendra Kim.

- You can call me Shiny.
- Why?

It's my name. Shiny Kopinsky.

Shiny,you didn't find it strange at
all that Kendra didn't show up for work?

I just figured the Grimoire
people fired her,for her attitude.

What are Grimoire people?

Grimoire 3. 0 is the online encyclopedia
fantastica for the mouth breather crowd.

Your job is to sexualize software?

You mentioned Kendra had an attitude.

Kendra thought she was a princess.

She kept bragging about the fact
that this was her last trade show

and she was sitting on some gold
mine,and it was gonna cash in big.

What was the gold mine?

She wouldn't say.

But one day,I followed
her on a lunch break.

I figured I'd catch her
talking to some game developer.

I mean,those guys are loaded,and
some of them even smell normal.

But the only person I saw her talking to
was some loser at the Blacksmith booth.

Are you Kroon the Blacksmith?

Kroon,I am.

And who be ye,fair maiden?

I be a special agent in
search of justice and truth.

Yea,thou art.

How can I assist thee?

By knocking off the medieval
stuff and answering some questions.

That would make me
feel more comfortable.

I assume "Kroon the Blacksmith"
is not on your driver's license.

The name's Peter Kroon.

I don't know what you've heard,but these
weapons are all legal and accounted for.

Do you know this young woman?

I know her first name. Kimba.

- Kendra.
- Whatever.

She's the girl with Excalibur.

You mean the sword from
the King Arthur mythos?

Yes. Though in this case,it's a prop
sword from the filmLe Morte d'Arthur.

Is she in trouble?

No. She's dead.

Do you sell nunchaku?

No. No.

Why do you ask if she's in trouble?

Uh,she stopped by and asked me
how much I'd give her for it.

Excalibur.

I take a look,and go,"Whoa,that
ain't no ordinary cutlery."

I have to wonder if it's hot.

You know,stolen.

Did it have significant value?

It was worth thousands.
Tens of thousands.

You weren't tempted to kill
her,take it for yourself?

Look,I could've told her it was worth two
hundred bucks,ripped her off,but I didn't.

I sent her to Carl Derf
to list it at the auction.

Why was this piece of
cutlery worth so much?

It was the actual prop wielded by Guy
Thivisol in the first fantasy film ever made!

The Excalibur from this film is the
holy grail of fantasy memorabilia.

Here it is. Beautiful.

And you have no idea
where Kendra Kim got it?

She said she got it from her family.

You don't believe her?

That sword hasn't been seen in 20 years.

What I thought was that she
got it from someone else here.

Stole it?

Stole it,maybe.

The girl was hot.

That goes a long way
in a place like this.

Trauma is limited to the skull.

Once I clean the skeleton and get a better
look at the mandibular damage,I'll know more.

Or get fired for incompetence.

Well,I am finished with the soft
tissue,so you can remove the flesh now.

According to our old friends
Diptera and Coleoptera,

I'd place actual time of
death about 72 hours ago.

Also,I discovered soil under her
nails,along with traces of Virginia nailwort.

Neither native to the dump site.

What's with the long
face there,sunshine?

Mr. Fisher just broke up with his
girlfriend,and he's feeling a little down.

What about me? My girlfriend and I broke
up,I gotta see her at work every day.

Well,obviously,it hasn't blackened
your soul like it has mine.

There was some light charring.

I'm dead inside.

Okay,you win. Happy?

Not that I can ever remember.

So,what did your doctor say?

Something about a possible herniation
occurred on my disks L-3,L-4.

Nothing,you know,a
little rest stretching...

Hey,maybe a good massage
will just kick it right out.

Intervertebral disk degeneration
shouldn't be taken lightly.

Are you wearing your
lumbo-sacral support belt?

Yeah,a girdle,you mean.
Yes,it's nice and tight.

Oh,hold on.

It's Booth.

Hey,it's Perotta. How you
doing? Uh,you need anything?

No. I am just dandy.

Well,if you do,um...

Hey,we found the victim's father.

- We did?
- Who's that?

- It's Booth.
- No,no,no,before it was you.

Booth,you pressed "conference."

- Dr. Brennan?
- It's me Booth.

Booth is on painkillers. Is
the victim's father coming in?

- I want to be there.
- No,you can't.He can't

- Why?
- Yes,I can.

What are you still doing on this call?

No,Agent Perotta,his back is very bad.

He can't be there. You can't let him in.

Yes,I can. I am the ranking officer.

But you are incapacitated
by painkillers.

Bones,enough,okay? I'm not
incapacapitated,whatever you said there,all right?

I just... Don't listen
to her,Perotta. Don't.

Did you daughter live
at home with you,Mr. Kim?

No.

Kendra lived in a condo in Logan Circle.

Look,ask him when was the
last time he saw his daughter.

What was that?

- This is Agent,um,Booth.
- Hello?

He's unable to be with us in person.

Kendra and I didn't see each other much,despite
the fact that I put a roof over her head.

According to the modeling
agency that booked your daughter,

all of her checks were
sent to your address.

The money went to pay the mortgage
on the condo,which is also in my name.

It's kind of a weird
arrangement,now isn't it?

So's this.

Well,considering my situation
and my back,just... continue.

Kendra was about as irresponsible
as a person could be.

I told her,after she paid her debt to
me,she could spend her money how she wanted.

Tough love.

Did you give her a sword?

A sword?

It's a knife,but it's only huge.

No.

But did you daughter mention that
she might have something of value?

No.

Probably because you'd
take it away from her.

- Okay,this doesn't work.
- Don't shut me off!

I'd like to take a look at
your daughter's condo,Mr. Kim.

Looks like someone
really wanted that sword.

Precise slashes to the couch and
removal of ventilation screens

suggests purpose
frustrated in the search.

Digital answering machine
behind the bed. It's cracked.

See if Computer Forensics
can get anything off of it.

Found some running shoes in the closet.

Soles contain insects,soil and blood.

You want our lab to
analyze that or yours?

Yeah,I'd like to see you try
and get these away from me now.

Figuratively speaking,of course.

Anything else,Dr. Hodgins?

In some ways,you're just like Booth.

Mean that as a compliment.

I don't think you do.

Now,check this out.

Mandibular trauma
downward,maxillary trauma upward.

Trauma to the molars
extends bilaterally.

The force radiated symmetrically
from the center of her mouth.

It's like her face exploded.

Certainly nothing I've seen before.

Very good,Mr. Fisher.

Really?

Just seems like the truth is further away
than it was before and like laughing at us.

Process of elimination is a key
step to discovering the truth.

I've seen many unusual murder weapons.

So the fact that I don't recognize
this one,rules out all the others.

My kind of silver ling.

It's depressing.

The blood I found on the Booth
babe's running shoes-- not human.

I think our princess kissed a toad.

Bufo Americanus. American toad.

So she stepped on a frog?

A toad. Bufo Americanus.

Which amphibian is down to
one local population right here

near the Potomac in an area which matches the
soil and the flora found beneath her fingernails.

She went for a run,stepped on
a frog,and buried something.

A toad,and yeah,yeah,that's the
picture forming in my mind,too.

We pulled this message off
the victim's answering machine.

I don't know who you think
we're fooling,little princess,

but you're playing with a
woman who gets what she wants.

You've got three days.
I want that sword.

You want me to do a profile from
a voice on an answering machine?

Give it a shot. You're a smarty-pants.

Okay,fine.

"You're playing with a woman."

That suggests that the caller regards
the victim as a child in comparison.

Okay,so,so what,an old woman?

No,no,experientially.

Probably in terms of sexual experience.

So you're looking for
someone fairly promiscuous.

I think that she's already tried
to take the sword from a man,

and now is truly annoyed that
she has to deal with a girl.

The auctioneer is a man,and he evaluated the
sword before Kendra panicked and buried it.

I can assure you that this
is a clean and fair auction.

We've been running this
auction for 15 years.

Please answer the question,Mr. Dorf.

"Derf."

Yes,I certified and registered the item.

I even gave the consigner an option to
store it in our secure room. She declined.

Consigner has to give you
detailed contact information,right?

They want to get paid.

And sometimes you give that information to
certain parties interested in illegal pre-bidding?

What? No,no. Look,I told you before...

Your pupils are constricted,

- suggesting an increase in adrenaline.
- What?

And the change in voice pitch indicates increased
pressure in the neck via the laryngeal prominence.

- What,what are you saying?
- You're lying to us.

Kinesthesia is a clear indicator
of dissembling,Mr. Dorf.

"Derf." But look...

Do you recognize this voice?

I don't know who you think
you're fooling,little princess,

but you're playing with a
woman who gets what she wants.

You've got three days.
I want that sword.

Did that woman contact
you about the sword?

Yes,she did.

Her name is Valerie Daniels.

She's a medieval weapons collector.

And you provided her with Kendra
Kim's address and phone number.

Every auction does private
pre-bids,and no one ever gets...

- Hurt?
- What? Wait a minute.

What about the Excalibur? Did you find
it? Is it still going up for auction?

Booth is right. You're
like a portable polygraph.

He didn't mean that in
a good way,though,did he?

This is quite a collection of medieval
and fantasy weapons,Miss Daniels.

My parents call it a waste of my trust
fund,which is praise enough for me.

Seems like an unlikely
hobby for a young woman.

I like sharp edges.

I like sharp against soft.

- What do you like,Dr. Sweets?
- What?

Can you account for your
whereabouts Wednesday night?

Yeah. I was somewhere
not killing Kendra Kim.

That's what you wanted to know,right?

It's not what I asked.

I was at the Immortal
Comics after-party.

You can ask Dean Noveck,the publisher.

We slept together. The sex was vanilla.

At least I got an alibi out of it,right?

You feel a need to be in
control,don't you,Miss Daniels?

I'd like to control
you if you're up for it.

Oh,I assure you I'm not.

And your attempt to regain
self-esteem through sexual intimidation

will not repair the dysfunctional
relationship you had with your father.

Abandonment,abuse,indifference.

You are far more ripped under those schoolboy
duds than one would think,aren't you,Dr. Sweets?

Yes,but right now,I'm
more interested to hear

why you trashed Kendra's condo
after you didn't kill her.

Her condo was trashed?

They were looking for Excalibur.
That's what you wanted,right?

I travel the world tracking
down rare and beautiful weapons.

I do research,I develop
contacts,I put in serious work.

Along comes this Booth babe with a famous
sword thought to be lost for decades.

She didn't deserve it.

But you deserved it.

I asked her where did she get it.

She said somebody dressed as a black knight
just gave it to her on the first day of ImagiCon.

Just walked up and presented
it to her as a gift.

She expected me to believe that?

I didn't kill the girl.
I just wanted the sword.

- Oh,man,feels good.
- Yeah.

Thanks for coming along.

Yeah,any chance to get some fresh air.

Lone guy with a metal detector in
the bushes-- looks kind of creepy.

It is. And I know you.

Oh,boy! Frog!

Toad,not frog. Bufo Americanus.

And Virginia nailwort.

We're close to where
she buried the sword.

Hold on a second.

I got frequency response.

Excalibur.

I am the
once-and-future king.

Way to not be creepy.

That is not a toy,Dr. Hodgins.

It kind of is. It's a movie prop.

Stainless steel blade.

That was new technology for the time.

Edge is dull,of course.

May I see?

It's badly balanced.

The blade is warped.

All of the prints on the
sword belong to Kendra Kim.

Could this be the murder weapon?

She wasn't stabbed or slashed.

The damage to her jaw is unique.

It wasn't from being
struck with a sword.

Is that the sword?

Can I?

An elegant weapon for
a more civilized age.

Actually,the age in which swords were the primary
infantry weapon were some of the most barbaric in history.

It's a line fromStar Wars.

Obi-Wan Kenobi.

What language is that supposed to be?

Why is he all excited?

Finding this sword has given us
a unique advantage in this case.

We now have what the
killer wants the most.

It only makes sense that the
killer's gonna come after it again.

Dr. Sweets wants to lay a trap.

You said that the auctioneer
is no longer a suspect,correct?

So we lean on him to fake the auction?

We can't auction off evidence.

I never thought of that.

We could insert an undercover asset who outbids
everyone for the item no matter how high the price goes.

The auction's tomorrow.

I don't have time to set
up that kind of operation.

I'll do it.

You and Dr. Brennan have already been seen
walking around ImagiCon asking questions,right?

Whereas I am an unknown quantity.

An enigma.

Who is this man bidding so
aggressively for Excalibur?

I'm confident that if our killer is
there,this will provoke him to reveal himself.

I play the mystery bidder,you observe the unsuspecting
suspects via video feed in a separate room.

Who's gonna run the camera?

We need someone who blends in.

Someone who looks
like they belong there.

I drug your ghost across the country

And we plotted out
my death in every city

Memories would whisper,

"Here is where you rest," ah.

What's wrong now?

Sold to the Rancor princess.

Congratulations,ma'am.

Is there a special reason why
you wanted me here,Agent Perotta?

I- I thought you wanted to be
involved in the investigation.

Uh,um,okay.

Pan around,Fisher.

We have an Imperial...

Good.

There is Peter Kroon.

Bidding starts at...

And there is Valerie Daniels.

Let's hope she doesn't recognize Sweets.

Oh,there's the Black Knight.

Valerie Daniels said that a Black
Knight gave Kendra the sword.

All right,stay on this one,Fisher.

Okay,lot 922.

We have here the Geiger counter,

the actual Geiger counter used by
Ron Berger inThe Day of the Atom.

Who can forget that sound right
before the giant cockroach attack?

Click-click-click-click-click-
click-click-click-click!

Bidding starts at $10,000.

Do I have ten?

Ten to the Elven Warrior!

15 to the Snaarflap in the front row.

Do I have 16?

Sixteen?

$20,000!

Going once,twice.

Sold to the gentleman Molnar!

Uh,sorry,ma'am.

Female Molnar.

Okay,here we go.

Sword is next.

Uh,Fisher,find Sweets.

Sweets,you got to try to keep that giant fuzzy
thing between you and Valerie Daniels,okay?

She won't recognize me.

Where did he get that
disguise on such short notice?

My guess is his closet.

Our last item needs no introduction:

The Excalibur sword from
the filmLe Morte d'Arthur.

As you may have heard,the seller of
this item tragically died this week.

According to her family's wishes,the
proceeds from this lot will go to charity.

Due to the rare nature of this
item,bidding will start at $50,000.

This will separate
the men from the boys.

Or the women!

$50,000 to the lady in black.

Do I hear 55?

Sixty?

60 to the gentleman from
the future with the red lips.

Do I hear 70?

$70,000,yes!

Do I hear 80?

$80,000!

Do I hear 90?

We have 80 on the table.

Do I hear...

One hundred and fifty.

Fisher,let take a look at this guy.

$150,000.

Going once,twice...

One hundred sixty!

One hundred and seventy!

Two?

$200,000!

Who is that guy?

Who is that guy?

This was Johnny Gerard's
first ever fantasy film.

$300,000!

Sir?

$400,000!

$400,000!

In 193 A.D.,the Praetorian Guard took over Rome and
auctioned off the entire empire to the highest bidder.

I don't know why I'm nervous,but I am.

Sweets,it's fake money. Okay?

Just do it.

twice...

Do it!

Five hundred!

$500,000 for the Excalibur sword.

A half a million dollars.

Sir?

Ma'am?

$500,000 going once...

twice...

Sold to the skinny
gentleman dressed as a...

Congratulations,sir.

And thank you,everyone.

Join us at the medieval weapons
demonstration in the exhibit hall.

How you doing?

Just making a documentary.

Well,I am gonna go talk to James Bond.

Nice suit.

Got a minute?

Badgley Mormont?

Is that your real name?

Of course it's my real name.

It's a family name.

Could I possibly get my passport back?

You in a big hurry to get somewhere?

I need to make a flight,yes.

What's your business with the sword?

I represent a group of collectors
known as the Arthurian Consortium.

We house the world's largest collection
of materials relating to Camelot.

They wanted the sword.

That was actually pretty wild.

But I'm pretty sure no one
realized the auction was bogus.

The auction was fixed?

I'm going to sue you,and
I'm going to sue you.

You know,intellectually,I knew the auction
was fixed,but,man,my heart was pumping.

Well,technically,your
adrenal glands were secreting.

Okay,remember last session when
we talked about the correcting

and how it could be read the wrong way?

Right.

So...how did it feel
when you won the sword?

Awesome!

Thank you for asking.

Though I got to say,I'll be
glad to be back behind my desk.

I had enough excitement to last me...

Stop!

Sweets,are you hurt?

I- I don't know. I don't know.

Mad props.

Thanks.

You okay?

Okay,you know what?

I'm coming in. All right?

You could've been killed.

No,you shouldn't move,Booth.

With a herniated disc,the splintered
cartilage can irritate the nerves and...

I'm fine.

So the-the pain is gone?

Don't feel a thing.

I might not be moving as
fast,but,hey,still haven't lost my edge.

So why wasn't Perotta with you?

I was with Sweets.

That's like being protected by a Smurf.

Not the sheriff,the
guy who was in charge.

I don't even know his name,but
he was blue,small guy...

Booth have you taken more Vicodin?

Look,Booth,I'm fine. Sweets is fine.

A little shaken up,but
really,we're both fine.

Please don't come in.

If you think so.

But I'm ready.

That's amazing in your condition.

Well,you know me.

I really think you should just
take your Vicodin and rest.

All right.Okay.

Let me talk to Perotta.

All right.

He wants to talk to you.

How are you,Agent Booth?

The only reason that I'm not coming in
right now is because Bones told me not to.

But she is your responsibility.

Nothing can happen to her,okay?

If anything happens to her,you
know,that silky black hair and...

that soft skin...

I will not let her out of my sight.

You have my word.

Now,uh,we should really get
back to the case,Agent Booth.

Am I stopping you?

Let me in.

All right,I'm gonna go,uh,round up as
many Black Knights as I can at ImagiCon.

In the meantime,please don't
go out in the field without me.

I don't need a sitter.

Booth gets needlessly
protective sometimes.

I have no idea why.

You really don't,do you?

No.

Just call me. Please.

Matched paint chips that
we lifted from Sweets's car.

Copolymer comprised of
ethylenically unsaturated monomers

containg hydroxyl groups
and other vinyl monomers.

You know,they could
have been killed,Hodgins.

Sweets is way too young for this.

He still has to show his ID to drink.

But they weren't.

And Brennan...

she shouldn't be putting
herself in danger like this.

Angela,she cares too much to keep it all in
the lab,and you're never gonna change her.

Why can't she just get her rocks off
through sex like a normal person,right?

I agree.

And in the spirit of
friendship,if,you know,you ever...

Saved by the beep,huh?

The paint is from an
early '90s Ford Explorer.

Now,all Perotta has to do is find
an evil Black Knight that owns one.

There's blood on the blade,so you
landed some hits on the errant Knight.

He Can you pull DNA?

Sure,but we have
nothing to compare it to.

There are some fresh nicks on the blade.

Only metal would damage
the blade like this.

Was he wearing armor?

No. His movement wasn't
constricted at all.

He jangles.

Sweets.

How are you feeling?

Appreciative of the air bag.

Um,doctor says I'm fine,thanks.

Jangled.

Yeah.

A lot of change in his pocket?

I wasn't particularly observant
because during the attack,

I secreted copious
quantities of adrenaline.

An attack is an acceptable
excuse,Dr. Brennan.

I'll have Hodgs examine the
sword,and see what he can find.

Okay.

Uh,hey,I have to thank you,Dr.
Brennan,for saving my life.

I owe you a great deal.

I'm sure you would have done the same for
me,Dr. Sweets,if I had been trapped in the car.

Yeah. Though I have to say,you were
quite impressive with that sword.

Your moves--
very Xena-ish.

Xena-ish?

Xena-- she's a tall warrior
princess who is really...a fantasy.

Okay,thank you,I...think.

Oh,uh,hey,since we shared this
brush with death,Dr. Brennan,

I was wondering if I could also call you
"Bones" in future moments of shared camaraderie?

Don't call me "Bones."

Sure about that,Bones?

Please,don't.

None of them drives a Ford
Explorer,and they all have alibis.

Four that can be
corroborated by their moms.

Any way for you to get blood samples?

No.

Me dressing like a medieval knight isn't
exactly enough to get a warrant to collect DNA.

Maybe you could get the names of a few
more Black Knights from these Black Knights?

Okay.

But I gotta tell
you,being addressed as****

***

Mr. Fisher!

This is the murder weapon.

Not the literal murder
weapon-- I'm not that good--

but it certainly falls
within the genre or type.

What is it?

The Pear of Anguish,a
medieval torture device.

Valerie had it.

Valerie...

Valerie Daniels.

One of the suspects in
the case Valerie Daniels?

How did you get it?

Oh,do we really have to get into that?

Now we do,yeah.

Our eyes met at the auction.

We shared a bleak and
profound hopelessness.

You spent the night with a suspect?

Yes.

Valerie enjoys quite a
collection of torture devices,

and other archaic implements used
for pleasure rather than pain.

May I?

Sure.

This particular Pear of Anguish is to be
inserted in either the vagina or the anus.

There are larger ones for the mouth.

As it is opened,it expands the hard
palate and mandible in equal proportion,

which would give exactly these injuries.

Crushing the maxilla and zygomatic...

thrusting the bones into
the brain,killing the victim.

That is one horrible way to die.

I wish the depravity and cruelty
of human behavior surprised me.

Does that extend to disciplinary action?

'Cause you are in big
trouble,my melancholy friend.

Of course I am.

Who could expect a
night of love to last?

***sword

can ****

*****

"I hereby tender my resignation."

Practically speaking,this sword
is not worth enough to kill for.

If any thing is worth killing for,then
everything is worth killing for.

It's worth so much because
it appeared in the movie.

That's conveyed value.

Intrinsically it can't be worth
more than a few hundred dollars.

You mean if it really was a sword from
100 AD,you'd understand killing for it?

Yes,I would.

I'd like very much to
examine a sword like that.

What about the marks on this sword?

Metal.

You struck metal.

You said he was a knight.

Chain mail.

I'm thinking chain mail.

What?

The knight who attacked me
was authentic in his moves.

He used two attack maneuvers:
the serpent and the arrowhead.

Could've learned them from movies.

Movies never show combatants
holding the sword correctly,

which is one hand on the handle
and the other on the blade.

Our assailant's form was
historically accurate.

So,uh,you believe you were attacked
by an actual Arthurian Knight?

No.

Time travel is
scientifically impossible.

But I was attacked by someone well-trained
in archaic martial arts,wearing chain mail.

oing to need to use your
metal detector again.

Sure.

I think she means that
you should go with her.

Oh,yeah,right.

Hey,field trip.

What's that?

Part of Sweets's car.

Think he wants it back?

I'll ask him.

So what am I looking for exactly?

Maybe the Black Knight
dropped his metal wallet?

No. Historically,that would be a leather
sack held together with flax thread.

It wouldn't register
on your metal detector.

I hit him hard.

Perhaps hard enough to dislodge...

some of his chain mail.

What we're looking at is
flat riveted chain mail.

Is it real?

If by "real," you mean does
it come from medieval times?

No,no.

But it's a very,very good replica.

Made of wrought iron.

It's alternating rows of
solid rings and riveted rings.

Historically accurate,but the smelting
methods for the wrought iron are modern.

Can you trace the manufacturer?

I had Fisher do it.

Hodgins,are you trying to help someone?

Because that's not in your character.

The way I see it,Fisher's
like a deep cover agent.

He infiltrated the
enemy to uncover secrets.

In order to do so,he had to suffer a night of
passion with a beautiful but dangerous enemy.

You have no idea how dangerous.

He's sort of my hero.

All right,what have you got?

I didn't have to go far.

There are only three manufacturers
working at this level with these materials.

Can I please keep my job if I promise
never ever to have sex again with anyone,

which,by the way,suits
me temperamentally?

I happen to be very self-sufficient.

I won't require that,Mr.
Fisher,but I do require discretion.

Nothing will pass these
lips again,Dr. Saroyan.

Even if a scary,hot woman in black
leather uses the Pear of Anguish on me.

Which I'm actually afraid she will.

Kroon the Blacksmith.

You started out as a
serious historian at Yale.

You studied medieval warfare and
Chaucerian literature at Oxford.

You're a published poet.

You're wondering how a man with all my potential
ended up selling artifacts to fantasy geeks?

No,I don't care.

Your car shows you are the person who drove
Dr. Brennan and Dr. Sweets off the road.

Your wound matches the one Dr.
Brennan delivered to her assailant.

It was your blood on the sword,and
we found fragments of your chain mail.

We know you did it.

We just don't know why.

But we really don't care why.

Well,I kind of do.

The motive thing,it's pretty
central to a conviction.

I know why he did it.

Read this to him.

"What is a man without his love?

"What is a man without his love?

"If Love turn its back on thee
"it is as a hearth with no fire."

'Tis best to slay the false heart
"to waken from the dream that is life

than live dark hearted in a dark world."

What's that?

It's mine.

I wrote that.

It's a confession.

It's a confession.

I loved her.

Stupid,but...

love is stupid,you know.

You gave her the sword,your
most valuable possession.

And she tried to sell it for rent.

You killed her because she
wanted to sell a movie prop?

You don't understand.

No one understands true love anymore.

So he killed her because
he loved her so much?

The whole Age of
Chivalry was irrational.

Knights,maidens,Thank goodness
we've moved through the Reformation

***mean

not at all

***you know,

***

******

yeah,a little

***wrong.

***

give***, what?

****

no,*****

don't you***

***trust.

****fact****

no,i'm****

thanks.

***open.

i****

***open,*****leaving

oh,no***

you know what,****there.

and you can...

are you****

***

i can tell you,****

He***

please, you stay

oh,no no,****stay.

i got to go

i can't stay.

***stay.