All language subtitles for Bones S11E07 The Promise in the Palace

That's too steep for me.

Why don't you go for it?

No. No, no. No.

Uh, you go.

Come on, girls.

Why do you think we came here?

I didn't sign up for this!

Oh!
Aah!

Bennie!

Bennie, you okay?

Yeah!

Yeah!
Oh, yeah!

Yeah!

Oh, dude!

Your bone's sticking out!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, oh, my God!

Wait.

This isn't my bone.

You all right, Bennie?

Okay, good news.

Christine's first tooth
just fell out.

Look at that.
How exciting!

Which tooth?
I don't know-- her front one.

Uh, for future
reference, this is

the deciduous lower
central incisor.

Great, I'll remember that.
Oh, and I told Christine

the Tooth Fairy's
gonna be paying a visit.

Actually, I'd prefer it
if we didn't do that.

Why?

It's a modern pastiche
of minor myths

which completely
lack thought or substance.

It's tradition.
There's no harm in that.

On the contrary, I don't
want to teach our daughter

that it is okay for a stranger
to break into her room

and steal discarded body parts.
Body parts? We're not talking

about body parts; we're talking
about a tooth here.

That's a body part, Booth.

Well, it's n--

Oh. Oh, a body was found

in the woods near the national
park in Gainesville, Virginia.

Oh, Aubrey's on the way.

You know, it would actually
be more valuable

if we explain to Christine

the science behind
deciduous teeth.

How the upper incisors
are the first to shed.

Oh, that sounds like a blast.

Whoa! That's one hell
of a way to park a bike.

Must've been
a gnarly landing.

Yeah, gnarly and painful.

The mountain biker
said that this bone

lodged itself into his arm.

The sub-pubic angle
of the pelvis

tells me that
the victim was a female.

Bone density suggests that
she was around her mid-20s.

Well, and surface flesh
is pretty much gone,

but not from decomposition.

Well, you can chalk that up
to tons of predation.

I mean,
these trails are teeming

with coyotes,
uh, badgers, foxes.

Do we have time of death yet?

Well, the first
molting of maggots

have turned into
second-instar larvae.

So I'd say time of death

is in the last 48 hours.

The ribs appear to have
received multiple fractures,

uh, from the impact
of the bicycle.

Well, yeah,

I mean, 170-pound biker,

a 25-pound bike,
factor in the rate

of acceleration
and come on, I mean,

it's your basic high school
physics problem.

Not in my high school.

Well, we can rule out

a jogger or hiker.

Yeah, the heels
would suggest otherwise.

Dried blood.

Well, there's
more blood over here.

If she fell about there,

she would've rolled
and hit the outcropping.

Okay.

Drag marks.

So her body

was thrown down there.

Someone was trying
to get rid of her.

Yeah, well, I guess they
didn't try hard enough.

♪ Bones 11x07 ♪
The Promise in the Palace
Original Air Date on November 12, 2015

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Every bit of fabric I'm finding

is a super long chain polymer.

She was wearing
something stretchy.

Work-out clothes?

The victim's bone density,

splayed metatarsals,
and light frame

would support her
being a dancer.

So does her muscle tone.

What's left of it.

Christine has shed
her first tooth.

Congratulations.

Booth wants to leave
a dollar under her pillow

and pretend it came
from a fairy.

Yeah, of course,
the Tooth Fairy.

The Tooth Fairy's been
visiting Michael Vincent

almost every week lately.

Well, aren't you concerned

it insults his intelligence?

Michael Vincent is six.

Which means he is
old enough to understand

you are essentially
perpetrating a fraud.

Well, no complaints
from Michael Vincent so far.

It appears the trauma
to the ribs and the upper body

were not all caused
by the bike.

The victim also suffered
extensive antemortem injuries

that have since remodeled.

Perhaps she was previously
in an accident.

This damage was not caused

by a discrete event.

The remodeling of the ischia
and both clavicles indicate

it was incurred over the
course of the last decade.

You're right--
the acromioclavicular ligament

shows signs
of repeated dislocation.

I'm also seeing signs

of expanded articulation
of the glenoid fossae.

Her shoulders were repeatedly
displaced out of their socket.

There's something unusual

in the upper
esophageal sphincter.

Let's see.

It's some kind of key.

To what?

I don't know.

I've never seen one
quite like this before.

Do you think
she was force-fed this?

No.

There are no apparent
avulsion fractures

on the mastoid processes
to support that hypothesis.

But it feels like there could be
scarring on the trachea.

So she'd done this
more than once?

That appears to be the case.

But why?

All right, but
what about that one?

That one's good,
but I like this one.

But when you print it out, be
sure to dial up the contrast.

Oh, yeah.

Right, I should've
thought of that.

Then there'd be no point
in my being here.

Sorry, I, uh,

didn't mean to interrupt.
Oh, no.

Hey, you remember
Sebastian, right?

He's been giving me advice
on my photography.

I'm back in town

and wanted to see how
Angela's work has progressed.

But evidently,

you need Angela
for other things.

Thank you, I do.

Then I won't get
in your way.

Please let me know
when you have time.

Yeah, of course.

Hey, so,

I've got a reconstruction

of the victim's face.

All that predation
made it difficult,

but I was able
to narrow it down to a pool

of 379 women in the D.C. area.

Okay, well,

here's the right second
distal phalanx I retrieved.

Hopefully there's
enough for a print.

Yeah, let's run that through
the fingerprint scanner.

Wow, that's a total mess.

Well, it might be enough to
extrapolate a partial pattern.

So, your world-famous
photographer?

He's a handsome guy.

And by that you mean?

That Sebastian
may be interested

in more than just
your photography.

Oh, stop it.

He's a mentor.

That's it.

Well, it's not complete,

but it might
get us something.

Let me run it through
the IAFIS database.

I'll cross-reference these
against the matches

from my facial reconstruction.

We found our victim.

Klarissa Mott.

27 years old
from Silver Spring, Maryland.

We've got no
missing person's report

on Klarissa Mott
at D.C. Metro

and no known relatives
in the D.C. area.

Squints reported
signs of abuse.

Did she ever file a restraining
order against her boyfriend?

Nope, never made a domestic
violence call, either.

That doesn't make any sense.

I mean, a 20-something-year-old
woman from the 'burbs,

she disappears for days,
and nobody, no one--

not even her roommate--
reports her missing?

Hi, we're Special
Agents Aubrey and--

FBI, Special Agent Seeley Booth.

I'm Victor Cornachio.

What's going on?

We're here to see Anna Lloyd.

That's my girlfriend.
We were just cooking.

Come in.

Wow.

Smells good in here.

Anna and I just started
a catering business.

Mandarin-peel truffle oil?

That's amazing--
That's exciting you know your oils.

Can we get
back to work now?

Here's Anna.
You mind

if I finish packing this up?
Oh, just stay close.

We might have
some questions for you.

Can we speak to you
over here, please?

What's this about?

This is about your
roommate Klarissa Mott.

She was found murdered.

Oh, my God,
that's horrible.

Hmm, were you two close?

I didn't know her very well.

We found each other online,
we kept to ourselves.

Can you think of anyone
who'd want to hurt her?

Not that I knew of.

She spent most of her time
in another world,

to be honest with you.
What do you mean?

She's was into some weird stuff.

Straightjackets and handcuffs.

She was a magician?

I said that once to her
and she corrected me.

She said she was
an escape artist.

You know,
like a performer?

Like Houdini.
Exactly.

She did shows at this club
called the Magic Palace.

She went
by another name?

Yep, Klarissa Bilbao.

Will you stay

in the left lane, Bones?

It always moves faster.

Your evidence
is purely anecdotal.

All lanes of traffic average
out to the same speed.

You would be quite irritated
if I told you how to drive.

That wouldn't happen.

I think that we can agree
I'm the driver in this family.

Usually, yes, but this car

is too technologically
advanced for you.

Bones, I know how to fly
a helicopter, all right?

And besides, this car's
as user-friendly as it gets.

I have to admit
it is easy to drive.

And when the car's not moving,
Christine enjoys

playing with
the reclining rear seats.

Brennan.

I found burn marks
on our victim.

Did you find evidence
of smoke inhalation?

No, the burns were
at least a week old,

but Dr. Hodgins found
trace residue

of mercury and nitrocellulose.

Those are accelerants.

You think someone tried
to burn her?

The fact that I found marks
on both arms

is consistent with assault.

Well, thanks, Cam.

We'll get on it.
Let's go, Bones.

Stay in the left lane.

Just let me drive.

Oh, come on, Bones.

Don't look so serious, huh?

Booth...
This is the Magic Palace.

I am a scientist.

Science's primary aim
is to search for the truth.

Magic sets out to deceive.

Just like the Tooth Fairy.

Let's not bring the
Tooth Fairy into this, okay?

Well, Christine needs to
know that her baby teeth

fall out for a reason,

not so she can get
ice cream money

from an imaginary goblin.

Ice cream that
will, ironically,

cause her to lose more teeth.

It's not a goblin,
it's a fairy, okay?

But just look at this place,
look around you.

Look at all these
old magic tricks.

Look, there's
Houdini's handcuffs.

Look at these cards here.

The Great Lafayette's
dog leash.

Hi, can I help you?

FBI Special Agent Booth.

This here is my partner.
Dr. Temperance Brennan.

Right, we're here
to see Mr. Jay.

Oh, okay, uh...

Dad, someone here to see you.

Oh, hello.

I-I-I'm Mr. Jay.

Mr. Jay.
This about Klarissa?

We called her apartment,

and her roommate told us
the horrible news.

Right, so how long
has she been working for you?

Oh, I met her years ago

when she was doing street magic
on the National Mall.

So you gave Klarissa
her start, then.

Yes, I could see

her talent immediately,

and it paid off,

because her shows
were just groundbreaking.

Groundbreaking in what sense?

Klarissa took greater risks
than most escapologists.

I mean, she was fearless.

Well, that could be the result
of a neurological imbalance.

Did she have any enemies

at the club?
Well, the Palace

is an incubator
for young talent,

and everyone's always jostling
for stage time.

Any of her rivals
jealous of her?

She had just secured

the Friday night main stage.

Uh, that's our
most coveted slot.

Whom did she replace?

All right, follow me.

That's, uh, Big Phil Leeds.

He was Klarissa's fiercest rival
for years.

Whoa, you seeing
what I'm seeing?

Perhaps the cause
of Klarissa's burns.

We found a
second-degree burn

on your colleague,

Klarissa Mott's
body, Big Phil.

So? What does that have
to do with me?

Well, when we swabbed
it for chemicals,

you know what came back?

Mercury and nitrocellulose.

The stuff that you work with.

All right,
you got it all wrong.

Uh, really wrong.

I pulled a few pranks.

We all do that.

Burning someone
is a prank to you?

She wasn't supposed
to get burned.

Oh, so it was her fault?

All she was supposed to do
was open the damn box,

and a flame pops out.

That's it.

I have done it to her
countless times.

And usually,
she would have caught it

without burning herself.

So why didn't she this time?

I don't know.

She seemed distracted lately.

What do you mean distracted?

Um, leaving early, you know,
not training as hard.

It's as if she lost
her attention to detail.

Now, I-I don't know
what was going on,

but something big was
definitely changing in her life.

Looking at your bio here,
Big Phil.

You had just gotten
the main stage,

and she took it
away from you.

Don't insinuate things.

I didn't hurt that woman.

And whatever fun
I had with her--

listen to me--

she gave it right back.

Your whereabouts
for the past three days,

and I want everything.

So don't lose
your attention to detail.

Dr. Brennan, take a look
at this perimortem damage.

I'm seeing fractures
of the left orbital socket,

maxilla and zygomatic.

Which would suggest that

Klarissa Mott's
face was shattered.

These injuries are severe,

but the lack
of hemorrhagic staining

suggests they were not
the cause of death.

You know, I never saw
Klarissa Mott perform,

but I did attend several shows

at the Magic Palace though
for the last few years.

I had no idea you were
a fan of magic, Dr. Edison.

And I take it you're not.

No, nor of witchcraft,

astrology or the lotto,

all of which require one
to relinquish rational thought.

Oh, Dr. Saroyan,
you're just in time.

Uh, thank you, I suppose.

Klarissa's toxicology results
just came back.

Her liver shows high levels
of the opiate Dilaudid.

That's an extremely
addictive pain killer.

Perhaps this was the huge change
that Big Phil was talking about.

I combed through
Klarissa's bank account

to see if I could get a whiff of
this big shift in her behavior.

For the past few months,
she would withdraw

340 bucks from the same
ATM machine in Glover Park

every Wednesday afternoon.

Glover Park? Boy, that is a,
that's a rough neighborhood.

I'll see if I can get ahold of
that ATM surveillance footage.

Hey, Aubrey.

How do you feel
about the Tooth Fairy?

Excuse me?
Well, Dr. Brennan, you see,

she has a problem giving
Christine a buck for her tooth.

Oh, gotcha.

Maybe she's right.

So you agree with her?

You've always said Dr. Brennan
is a very smart woman.

Yeah, well, what's that have
to do with this?

I'm just saying,

she might know something
that we don't know.

Look, there was a time
when everyone thought

that the world was flat.

It took someone like Dr. Brennan
to tell them they were wrong.

The world changed.

So, Klarissa withdrew

$340 from the ATM
this past Wednesday.

Okay, but what's interesting

is what happens next.

This guy in the black hoodie,

look at what happens
when he leaves.

It's Klarissa.
Yeah.

She's going into that building
behind the ATM.

Can you get me
the address?

Abracadabra.

Ran a background check
on the current tenant

of 331 Oakton.

The guy's name
is Timothy Hodstetter.

He have a rap sheet?

He did a nickel
at Jessup

for dealing
prescription pain meds.

Oh, wow.

Right.

FBI, open up.

FBI!

Get your hands off her now.

Look, we know that Klarissa
came to you for Dilaudid.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

She came to me for
flexibility training.

I'm a coach.
Coach? What kind of coach?

It's called Active
Release Technique.

I use my hands
and my body weight

to loosen muscle,
fascia, tendons.

I work with athletes,

performers, all
types of people.

We also know that she came here
and dropped off,

what, $340 in cash to you
every Wednesday.

Yeah. That's how she paid me,
in cash.

That's how everybody pays me.

Why?

I went away for a bit.

I lost my PT license.

Now I have to work
off the books.

Jesus, you Feds
really got nothing better to do

than to bust my nards about
trying to make a living?

No, we want to bust
your nards for murder.

What are you
talking about?

Klarissa's dead.

She-She's what?

She's dead.

And you think that...

Come on, huh?

I barely knew this woman,
all right?

She came to me asking
for more pliability

in her shoulders and her hips;
that's all she wanted.

She mention any enemies?

Beef with other magicians,
rivals?

No, she was
totally positive.

Completely focused on her work

like a lot of athletes
that I work with.

Really? How about you?

Are you focused on her?

I am totally professional.

I don't sell dope,

and I don't hit on my clients.

Okay, well, we're gonna
take a look around.

Be my guest.

I don't even have cold medicine
in this place.

So I looked
into Klarissa's online

and social media presence.

I found nothing,
but I did find some e-mails

on her laptop.

"You thief. You steal tricks.

"Stay away or else.

Keep poaching, and you'll end up
in the Chesapeake."

Who made these threats?
They're anonymous,

but they all originated

from a public library
in Maryland.

Okay, I'll let Booth know.

Oh.

You can get that.
We're done.

That, it's just
photography advice.

I'm sure it is.

Will you stop?

Hello?

I talked to Lenny at the Palace.

Look, any magicians ever accuse
Klarissa of stealing tricks?

Never. In fact,

Lenny said that he gave Klarissa
his tricks.

That doesn't smell right.

He said he was grateful

to have someone carrying on
his tradition.

Angela cross-referenced

those library e-mails
with the members of the Palace.

You're not gonna believe
what name came up.

Lenny.

Junior.

The guy's kid?

Yeah, let's bring him in.

Call him up, all right?

Dr. Brennan,

I think I found some trauma
on the victim's left ulna.

Yes, it is suggestive
of a defensive wound.

Seems that it's been made
by a sharp object,

perhaps a large blade.

Dr. Edison,
may I ask you a question?

Of course.

I'm curious
about your interest in magic.

Could you explain it to me?

Well, the truth is magic got me
through a really rough patch

in middle school.

Well, adolescence
can be difficult,

particularly for children
of superior intellect.

Dr. Brennan,

would you allow me to perform
a magic trick for you?

I don't think the Jeffersonian
is a place for games.

Please, indulge me for a moment.

It's a little experiment

in weird science.

Observe as I take
this half dollar

and place it in my hand.

I'm about to cause a
little-known anomaly

to the laws of physics.

If I hold this flame

at the right distance
from the coin,

it will completely, somehow,

dematerialize.

Now that you're done,
we can return to our work.

Wouldn't you

like to know how this
magic trick was accomplished?

You never placed the coin
in your left hand.

You simply retained it
in your right hand

behind the fingers.

The lighter had nothing
to do with the trick.

It merely served
as a misdirect

so you could dispose
of the coin in your pocket,

which is where
it is now, correct?

Mm-hmm, I thought so.

I want my son's lawyer here

before he answers
any of your questions.

We can wait, Mr. Jay.
It's up to you.

But Lenny Jay has been
cooperative so far.

He came here
on his own volition,

which could only
be advantageous

to how a judge
views his case.

- Not a word.
- That's fine.

I'm just gonna have
to show the U.S. Attorney

the threatening e-mails that
your son sent to Klarissa Mott.

I know my son.
He's not a killer.

Unlike your stage show,

you can't determine the outcome

of this process in advance.

Your son's gonna be processed

and detained in
a federal lockup.

I mean, do you really want

to watch your son mingle

with a bunch of bad prisoners?

So why'd you do it?

Why'd you send those
threatening e-mails to Klarissa?

I-I got upset.

You know? She was doing
Dad's trick, the Drunken Monkey.

You knew she was working
on the Drunken Monkey?

You were not supposed
to know that.

I-I knew
something was up.

So I started following her.

Could you clarify
something for me, Mr. Jay?

What or who is
a Drunken Monkey?

It's an escapist move

where I'm locked
in a vat of Scotch.

It was my signature trick
20 years ago.

And I gave it to Klarissa.

Yeah, you were supposed
to give it to me.

You said you were
following Klarissa.

How long had you
been stalking her?

I...

I wasn't stalking her, okay?

I-I followed her for a few days

until I built up the courage
to confront her.

That's not good enough for me. Let's go.
Well...

Well, what about the guy
that she was kissing?

Wait a second.

You saw Klarissa
kissing someone?

Yeah, I-I was waiting
outside the Palace

two days ago,
before her show started,

and some guy dropped her off.

I-I don't know who he was.

Tell them who he was.

You need to.
Dad, I-I...

really don't know. Okay?

I-I've never seen him before.

Dr. Edison, please re-examine
the area around

the sharp force trauma
on the left ulna.

Of course.

Specifically, eight
millimeters upward

from that nick.

Okay. I see a small
indentation on the ulna.

I believe this mark

and the previous mark
were made simultaneously.

Which suggests they were
both the result

of one blow from
a single weapon.

Well, the first mark was made
at a 94-degree angle

and the second one is...

135 degrees.

This couldn't have been a knife.

Maybe the corner of an object?

Make that the corner
of a sharp alloy object.

So I swabbed the wound
for particulates.

I found
interstitial alloy metals:

steel, manganese and nickel.

Excellent work, Dr. Hodgins.
Thanks.

Yeah, I'm gonna
cross-check these alloys

against potential
murder weapons.

Oh, wait!
Before you do, uh,

I have another, uh,

magic trick
to show Dr. Brennan.

If you'll allow me to.

I think we're done

with magic at work, Dr. Edison.

The Jeffersonian

is the home of truth
and scientific inquiry.

Actually, he showed
me this one,

and I'm pretty sure you're not
gonna be able to figure it out.

Proceed.

I call this one...

The Vanishing Spoon.

Ooh.

Behold
a beaker of water.

A teaspoon.

If I put it in the water

and concentrate hard enough...

...it'll disappear.

The spoon is
made of gallium.

You've got to be kidding me.

You blew the trick.
I most certainly did not!

I molded you
the perfect spoon!

Gallium melts
at 86 degrees.

You obviously
warmed the water

just enough
so it wouldn't steam.

You cover the beaker
with your hand

to conceal
the chemical process

of the solid spoon
turning to liquid metal.

Are we done with
magic tricks now?

Oh. Look.

You made Dr. B disappear.

Cam.

Sebastian.

You're here.

Yes, I was just
dropping off

some prints to Angela
at her office and, um...

Yeah.

Prints that you could've
easily had delivered.

I think we both really know

why you're coming around.

Wow.
That's, uh... forward.

I guess I should just
come clean and admit

I was hoping to run into you.

Me?

I wanted to see

if you'd have dinner
with me tonight.

Oh.

I see.

I'm sorry.

We just had
such a good talk

at the gallery,
I just thought...

No, it-it's...

I mean, I would love to...

I-I...

I just got out of
a serious relationship

and I'm not really ready.

Sorry.

Don't be.

Just bad timing.

Exactly.

Well, if you ever
change your mind,

you know how to find me.

Okay.

Okay. One coffee,

two cream.
Thanks, Cam.

You're welcome.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

It's about Sebastian.

Oh...

Like I told you,

he is strictly
a mentor.

He just asked me out.

Oh.

I-I... He wanted
to go out for dinner.

I said no,

but I just thought
I should tell you.

Oh, okay. Why?

I don't know.
You two are close.

There is nothing going on
between Sebastian and I.

I mean, I'm a happily
married woman.

I know that.

So, um, what-what's
really going on?

I don't...

I...

I mean...

I don't think
I'm over Arastoo yet.

Yeah. Well...

it takes time.

But isn't it nice that
someone is interested?

I mean, especially
a good-looking guy like that?

Good-looking and that accent.

Oh, so you did notice.

Ooh.

Yeah.

Well, I'm sure after being

with somebody great,
like Arastoo,

it's just all
a little foggy

as to what you're supposed
to do next, right?

Well, that's just it.

I... What if I don't get back
what I had with Arastoo?

Yeah.

Honestly?

You might not.

But you definitely won't
if you don't try.

So I spoke to a dozen or so
members of the Magic Palace

about Klarissa's dating life.

No one remembers
Klarissa dating anyone,

but her super said
that she had some flowers

sent to her
a few weeks ago.

Flowers?
All right, okay.

Well, who sent them?
He had no idea.

Okay, you're getting
that look on your face.

What look?

The look that says
you want me to call

every single florist
in Montgomery County.

You're good. You're right.
You know what?

You're right.
I do have that look.

You wanted to show me
something, Dr. Edison?

Yes. I reconsidered
the damaged hyoid

we dismissed earlier.
And?

And I have located

some bone bruising

and microfractures of the
greater cornua of the bone.

Dr. Edison, you just
found cause of death:

ligature strangulation.

Maybe it's good for Cam
to start seeing other people.

Well, it's only been a few months
since she and Arastoo split.

So?

What, you think
it's too soon?

You don't?

Well, I would want you
to move on

if something happened with us.

No, you wouldn't, okay?

People, they say that
all the time.

That's not gonna happen.
Plus, what...

what's going to happen to us?
Well, anything.

Divorce. Disease.

Uh, mental illness.

The fact that our work

is extremely dangerous.

Look what happened to Sweets.

What happened
with you and your brother.

Ah, just stop, all right?

You know what?
You're depressing me, now.

Well, I would think
in any of those scenarios,

you would want me to be happy.

Oh. Oh, no, I don't...

I don't like the idea of you
with another guy.

Hold on, that's Cam.

Go ahead, Cam.

I re-examined some neck tissue

that I thought had been bruised
by animal predation.

Turns out, the marks were caused
by acute urticaria.

Mm, that mean something?

It means she had hives.

Klarissa was suffering

from an allergic reaction.
When she died?

It's the only way
they'd still be on her skin.

What was she allergic to?

Her medical records show

she had a life-long
allergy to fungus.

Fungus. Wait... wait a second.

Uh... truffles are fungus.

Yeah, why?

Klarissa's roommate's boyfriend.

Victor Cornachio?

Yeah, he was cooking

with some fancy truffle oil
in her apartment.

So maybe he was cooking and...

Reached around her neck

and killed her.

I think we might have found

Klarissa's mystery lover.

Take a look at this, Victor.

What is it?

Your fancy truffle oil
was on Klarissa's neck.

I left that oil
at Anna's place.

Klarissa probably used it
to make an omelette.

The only problem
with that

is that Klarissa
had an allergy.

She wouldn't go
near the stuff.

So how did it
end up on her neck?

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

Come on, Victor.

Look, what really happened
between you and Klarissa, huh?

Did she threaten to tell your
girlfriend about the affair?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I have an eyewitness

who saw you kissing Klarissa
in front of the Palace.

Okay, look, the truffle oil

might have gotten
on her neck that night.

How?

When we kissed.

I dropped her off before
her show at the Palace.

We were supposed to meet up
at her place later that night...

but she never showed up.

You didn't text her

or ask her why?

It was casual.

Sometimes
we would meet up,

sometimes plans
would change.

If it was so casual,

then why'd you
send her flowers?

What flowers?

So someone else
sent them.

Maybe you found out

about this other guy
and got jealous.

I don't know
about anyone else.

And I wouldn't care
if I did.

What Klarissa and I had
was just sex.

Really good sex.

The only thing that
she really loved was her work.

And I was fine with that.

Did your girlfriend know
about all this?

There's a chance
she caught on to it.

Why do you say that?

Last week, when I came
out of the shower,

I saw that my phone
had been turned on.

I could see that there was
something off about Anna.

She was looking for something.

She find it?

Not on my phone.

Careful about this stuff.

We learned that your boyfriend
was having an affair

with Klarissa Mott.

You wouldn't know anything
about that, would you?

No, not at all.

You have to be
kidding me.

Kidding? No, we don't do that.

Victor told us that you
went through his phone.

Oh. He did.

So you found out
about the affair,

and that's why you
killed Klarissa.

No.

Well, yeah, I did find out
about the affair,

but I didn't kill her.

I just didn't want to hurt
our business, so I...

chose to look
the other way.

So are you saying that
you were okay with that?

No, I wasn't okay with it.

But I invested my life
in this catering business.

I'm not going to throw it away

because Vic can't keep it
in his pants.

So we also checked out
your alibi.

Now, you said that you were
at the convention.

Which is true.

But what you
didn't tell us

is that you left
a day early.

When we brought your boyfriend
in, we looked into his finances,

and we found your catering
company credit card.

You bought gas and
groceries in Washington

the night Klarissa was murdered.

I wasn't sure they were
having an affair,

so I wanted to see for myself.

That's why I lied
about coming home early.

You lied about your
knowledge of the affair,

you lied about
when you came home.

I'll tell you what, Anna,
all this lying is adding up,

and it's not looking
good for you.

You have something to
show me, Dr. Edison?

Yes, after learning the
victim was asphyxiated,

I decided to reexamine
the mandible.

A logical next step.

Now, do you notice the
sequential pattern here?

It looks
like bone bruising.

On the right side
of the mandible.

Now, I've measured
the distance

between each
impression.

34.5 millimeters,
equidistant.

Perhaps these marks were made
by the same alloy object

that injured
Klarissa's ulna.

Have Hodgins swab
for particulates.

Found the flower shop.

Creative Blossoms of
Silver Spring, Maryland.

Okay, who sent them?

Not gonna believe this one--
the Gold Pearl Casino.

Wait a second, the casino in Vegas?
The message on the card read,

"We at the Gold Pearl
couldn't be more excited

to know that our casino
will be your new home."

I'll be damned.

She was taking a new job.

Where you going?

Going to see the person this
would have pissed off most.

Dr. Hodgins, what is
all this doing in the lab?

Oh, hey, it's a select
trove of objects culled

from the Jeffersonian's
wide world of magic.

Well, that much
is apparent.

Yeah, we scoured
the institution's archives,

and we pulled out
memorabilia, devices.

In an effort
to find the weapon

that may have killed
Klarissa Mott.

I don't recall there
being any kerf marks

on the victim's bones.

Perhaps,
but this is the saw

that Harry Blackstone Sr.,

first used to cut
a woman in half.

And check this out.

These are the
bullets caught

by Robert-Houdin 150 years ago,

and still, to this day, no one
has any idea how he did it.

This is all entirely useless.

You are both grown men

and, to the best of my
knowledge, scientists.

Please tell me that despite
your enthusiasm for magic,

you have discovered
something of value

that can help move
this case forward.

All right, well, I did swab the
bruised areas of the mandible,

and I found traces
of the same alloy

that was in the trauma
to the left ulna.

So the damage on
the ulna and mandible

were both caused
by the same weapon?

Yeah, according to
the Mass Spec, yes.

But the ulna was cut
by a sharp-edged object

and the damage on
the mandible was inflicted

by something with
a blunt surface.

Finally, I'm seeing
something useful.

I remember seeing
this lock and chain

in Lenny Jay's
memorabilia cabinet.

He had the arrogance
to display it in full view.

Okay, let's see
if I can enhance it.

Hmm, the padlock's
edges appear to be

the same angles as the cut
on the victim's arm.

That is my hypothesis.

Okay, well, I've already
scanned Klarissa Mott's bones,

so let's go full-skeleton.

We need to see
if these angles correspond

to the padlock's
dimensions.

Okay, well, there's only
one way to find that out.

It's a perfect match.

Now, please see
if the chain links line up

with the damage to the mandible.

Okay, that should work.

Let me rearrange
the sequence of events.

Okay, so the killer swung
the lock and chain,

and a sharp corner of the
padlock cut Klarissa's left arm.

Which she was holding up
to protect herself.

Then the killer
wrapped the weapon

around Klarissa's neck
and strangled her.

She fell to the floor,
landing on her face,

causing the damage to
the maxilla and zygomatic.

We need that lock and chain,

but Lenny Jay must have
gotten rid of it.

Perhaps not,
he's arrogant.

Solely due to his aptitude
for trickery,

he thinks he's smarter than us.

I don't see why
you want to look at it.

Uh, please be careful.

Don't worry,
we'll do our best

to handle the situation
here correctly

because we are trained
professionals.

Isn't that right, Bones?
Yes.

Right, see, that's
our little magic wand.

What do we got,
anything?

It's been cleaned.
Cleaned. You are clever, Lenny.

Not really, I just like to take
good care of my collectibles.

But, you see, cleverness
has another side to it.

Oh, really? What is that?

Overconfidence.
Yeah.

The key.

You cleaned the lock,

but you were unable to wipe
down the internal casings.

Because the key was
found inside Klarissa.

She had it in her mouth.

That's the only way you
could do the Drunken Monkey.

Stands to reason
that she swallowed the key

when you attacked her.

That was beyond
your control,

so you couldn't manipulate
it to further your deceit.

Hmm.

This clotting matches the exact
frequency of luminescence

of the blood sampling extracted
from Klarissa Mott's remains.

Hmm, gotcha.

I gave Klarissa everything.

I gave her her start.

I-I gave her
her best material.

L-Look, these were things

that I didn't even share
with my own son.

And she promised me
that she would spend

her entire career
here at the Palace.

Now, I invested
a lot in that girl.

And she broke her
promise to you.

She did.
All right, so then you hit her

with the chain and
you strangled her.

I just got so angry.

I-I... I-I was out of control.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay.

But, you see,
it was her fault.

Why did she break
her promise?

Let's go.
Why did she break her promise?

♪ In July, in July, in July ♪

♪ I burned all your things ♪

♪ And they glow, and they glow,
and they glow ♪

♪ And the fire still sings... ♪

Come on, the frequency
of luminescence?

I mean, even I knew that was a
bunch of bull you fed Lenny Jay.

In the time it takes to get
a DNA sample from that lock,

he could have prepared
a different story.

I thought it was
best to confront him

when his guard
was down.

You tricked him.

Just say it, you little devil.

Say it: you tricked
the magician.

Occasionally, a touch of
deception goes a long way.

Bones, even you are capable
of a little magic.

Which is why I slipped a dollar
under Christine's pillow

when I kissed her good night.

See? A little mystery
is good for the soul.

What do you have there?

Oh, I'm just finishing up some
paperwork on the Lenny Jay case.

Oh, perfect.

No, what are you doing?
I want you to behold

the... mystery...

of the disappearing
document.

Don't you dare.
Booth. Booth!

That document has the signatures
of three U.S. attorneys on it.

Whoa.

Whoa, take a look
in your pocket.

What?
There you go.

What? No...

Yeah.

No.

Booth.

How did you do that?

I did that very well,
thank you very much.

There must be a
logical explanation

for this amateur trick.

I put this shirt on
when I got home...

Well, I grabbed it
right from the dryer.

A little mystery
is good for the soul.

Did you plant it
in the dryer?

Well, you were at work,
so how did you...?

Bones, a magician never
reveals his secrets.

Sebastian, hi, it's Cam Saroyan.

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