All language subtitles for Bones S11E20 The Stiff in the Cliff

Whoa, I-I thought we
said that there was no TV

- during the week, Bones.
- Mommy says it's educational.

Well, a frozen body was recovered

from a melting Alaskan ice floe.

Oh, that's just great. So now Christine

can have nightmares about Popsicle Man.

While medical examiners have
yet to identify the body,

it was found in the same northern

Alaska region where
billionaire explorer Henry Charles

mysteriously disappeared 15 years ago.

- You didn't say it was Henry Charles.
- That's merely conjecture.

There hasn't been a formal
identification.

Henry Charles disappeared while
excavating the remains

of another famous
expedition, the Frank Party,

which had a pretty gruesome twist.

Turns out Frank and his
crew cannibalized each other.

- It was a case...
- Okay. That's enough.

that made... Booth.

- What's "cannibalize"?
- Sweetheart, it's just

- when people eat other people.
- Ew.

Bones, you don't have to... You
don't have to tell her that.

The discovery of the Frank
Party is one of the most important

- archaeological finds of this century.
- That's great.

She'll learn all about
that in middle school,

but right now this
little first grade monkey

needs to go get dressed for school.

Do I have to? What if
Lukas pushes Emma again?

Don't let that bully Lukas
push Emma around.

You stand up for your friends.

Do I push Lukas back?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

You never push anyone back.

Only use your words, sweetheart.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Bam. Blow it up.

Booth, I don't think you
should be encouraging Christine

to intervene in schoolyard altercations.

Why not? I don't
understand. It's her friend.

Why wouldn't she?

Oh. I-I'm afraid

we'll have to finish
this later. Oh.

I have to get back to
the lab immediately.

Why? Something big?

Yes. That body, uh, the
frozen body on TV,

they've chosen me to identify it.

Wow. Really?

- Okay. Where's my jacket?
- I don't know.

I need my ja... Okay, my keys.

Christine, where's my jacket?!

I have never seen so many reporters

outside the Jeffersonian.

Yeah, with all this hype,

we better hope this is Henry Charles.

Well, either way,

I should probably cancel with my sister.

Oh, is she coming here?

I-I thought you weren't
on speaking terms.

She's trying to make amends

by helping me plan my wedding.

Right. And you actually
think that that's a good idea?

Felicia can be a bully, but...

she's my sister. Maybe
letting her be involved

with the wedding
plans will help us get back

- to the way things used to be.
- You mean

before she was
macking on your boyfriends?

Well, technically, Booth
and I weren't dating

when she kissed him.

Who was kissing Booth?

- Cam's sister.
- After we were done dating,

but-but before you guys were together.

No need to make excuses.

- Booth has kissed many women.
- Well, that's

not the root of my problem with Felicia.

I'd definitely call it a symptom.

I mean, if she's always
competing with you,

what's it gonna be like when
she plans the wedding?

Okay, everyone,

the man of the hour.

Not quite the grand entrance Henry
Charles is used to making.

Hey, remember
the time he hydroplaned

across the Atlantic with those
half-naked supermodels?

'Cause, you know, that was super tacky.

Well, it looks like
you're not gonna need

to do a facial reconstruction.

Why does he look like fruit leather?

A combination of frigid temperatures,

high winds, and UV rays

resulted in

rapid mummification.

Oh, my God.

It's really him.

They found Henry Charles.

Wait, you knew him?

Yeah, I was on his final expedition.

What?

- Seriously?
- I was working

as an intern under Archeologist
Marcus Eldridge.

That is quite an impressive credential.

I... But I don't recall
seeing it on your résumé.

Nor do I.

I was a 20-year-old
undergrad. All I really did

was grunt work... keeping the logs,

cataloging the bones. And when, uh,

Henry went missing...

Wow, Clark. I'm-I'm sorry.

That must have been really hard.

Yeah, it was.

Everyone loved Henry.

We were all in shock the
day he disappeared.

I mean, at least
hypothermia is a relatively

- painless way to go.
- Oh, it is.

But this man did not
die of hypothermia. He died

of sharp instrument trauma to
the left posterior parietal.

Whoa. Are you saying that
Henry Charles was murdered?

No, no, no. Th-That's impossible.

There were only five
of us on the expedition.

We were over 100
miles from civilization.

Based on the damage to the skull,

that's the only explanation.

Dr. Hodgins...

Yeah. I'm on it.

Please step away from
the body, Dr. Edison.

I don't understand.

I'm afraid you are now
one of the suspects.

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Wow. So this is the actual hut

that Captain Frank's
crew built from the wreckage

- of the SS Tartarus?
- And you want

to know what they did in that hut?

They chowed down on people burgers.

Wow. I love a good burger,
but that's where I draw the line.

Okay. That's good to know there's

- a line, Aubrey.
- You really think

Clark is capable of murder? I mean,

'cause I've never even seen the
guy, like, raise his voice.

No, no, no. All I know

is that five went on the expedition.

Four of 'em came back.

And one of the four surviving members

is the killer.

Right. We got Marcus
Eldridge, Lead Archeologist.

I recognize him from his
book jacket. Great read. And, uh,

that must be Hazel
Mitchell, the teaching assistant.

And we got Declan Marshall
here. He's the mountain guide

and also Henry Charles' right-hand man.

- And Clark.
- Love the glasses.

So you don't think it's
possible that a local might've snuck in?

Look at this. Look how far
north the expedition site is, right?

Even Santa Claus wouldn't
travel that far north.

Well, according to
Hodgins, the murder weapon

- was a pointed steel tool.
- Come on.

Should be easy enough to
find, right? All of the, uh,

equipment that they
used at the expedition site

should be right here.

Or maybe not so easy.

Whoa.

It's like REI
designed a torture chamber.

Brother, thank you for
getting here on such short notice.

Of course, man. I'm
guessing one of these

- could be the murder weapon?
- Seems likely.

Which is why I'm
actually, uh, trying to replicate

the sharp instrument
force here onto these guys,

which are sensor-enabled plastic skulls.

Now, each smash that I
make, right, when I hit this,

it instantly uploads onto my computer,

which allows me to compare

fracture propagation, uh, kerf depth,

and striation patterns to the wounds

on Henry Charles' skull.

So come around here to
the monitor. I'm gonna do

all the smashing, and I'm gonna have you

compare all the
impressions from the weapons

to the X-rays of Henry Charles' skull.

Why do you get to do the fun part?

Oh, yeah, sorry. House rules.

King of the lab does all the smashing.

Hey, you don't actually
think there's a chance

that Clark could have done it?

No. Definitely not.

But...

I don't know, man.

It does seem weird, though

that he would be on one of
the most infamous expeditions

in modern history, but
he'd never talk about it.

It was probably traumatic for him.

All I know is that
Clark is definitely innocent.

Agreed. Which is why we now
have to find some hard evidence

in order to prove it.

Hey. Clark.

- How's it going?
- Brought you

- some reinforcements.
- No, thanks.

How can you say "no, thanks" to
that? Come on, have a donut.

You know, we just want to
ask you some questions about

- the Charles Expedition.
- I'm gonna

have to stop you right there, Booth.

I've retained legal representation,

and, off their advice,

I invoke my right to remain silent.

Look, Clark, this is
just a friendly visit.

We're not accusing you of anything.

We just want to get
a little inside Intel

on how the team dynamics worked.

And I wish I could help
you, but my lawyer's instructions

were clear. I am not

at liberty to answer
any of your questions.

Come on. I just...

I didn't find any
particulates on the victim's clothes.

Hopefully, I'll have better
luck with the skin.

The skin may be intact,

but the skeleton is a
bone fracture bonanza.

Distinguishing all the perimortem
fractures from

the jagged postmortem breaks is

- gonna take a while.
- Hey, you guys,

- look who I found.
- Felicia!

It is so great to see
you. Um,

- I didn't expect you until noon.
- Hey, you know,

uh, you can wait in my
office, and Cam can meet you there.

You don't mind, do
you? It's just this is

a really important case.

That's okay. I get it.

Just tell me when you
want to reschedule,

and I'll try and sweet-talk my boss

into giving me another day off.

Come on, Cam. You should go.

Oh, go, Cam. It's for
your wedding day, you know?

You need all the time you can get.

Oh, not the way I've got it planned.

Come on, girl. You and
I are on a schedule.

Look, I promise I'll call
you if anything big comes up.

Yeah.

Okay.

Have a good time!

This is interesting. The
skull and the upper torso

have a lot more
postmortem fractures than the legs.

- What does that mean?
- Based on the

depressed and radiating fractures

on the neurocranium, the victim suffered

a rapid deceleration impact,

possibly from a very great distance.

So Henry Charles fell?

Fell or was pushed.

That doesn't make sense.
Let me show you something.

So, check out this satellite image

of the dig site. Now, the
topography is totally flat.

According to this map, there's
nothing tall enough

for Henry Charles to have fallen from.

I don't understand why everyone's

treating this Eldridge guy like
he's some Indiana Jones.

All he did was find some old boat.

Well, Dr. Eldridge
was the lead archeologist

on the expedition that
discovered the Frank Party.

If archeology were hockey,
he would be Dwayne Gretzky.

Wayne Gretzky. Get it
right. Wayne. Wayne.

Well, like many archeologists,

Eldridge is also trained
in forensic anthropology.

The methodology he used on
the Frank Party corpses

has been replicated on
multiple excavations.

Skills that would make him a
good suspect in the murder.

You could say the same about any of us,

which is why you can't rule Clark out.

Oh.

Hmm?

Oh, dear.

Is it bad news from the lab?

Christine's teacher, she-she
says that Christine

called Lukas a troglodyte.

She's using her words.

Booth.

Oh, come on, Bones,

she's defending her friend.

Well, Christine should
not have gotten involved

in the first place.

Bones, you know what,

you could learn
something from your daughter.

What, if you are
trying to imply that I should

show more support for
Clark, I fundamentally disagree.

It is essential for my
work that I remain unbiased.

Look, all I'm saying is
if it was one of my guys,

okay, in this
situation, I would do everything

in my power to save the guy.

What?

I'm very proud

of that, Marcus Eldridge.

There we are.

Marcus...

Eldridge, with love.

Don't push.

I promise I'm gonna sign every book.

All right, excuse me, ladies,

but class is over,
right? FBI Special Agent

Seeley Booth. This here is my partner,
Dr. Temperance Brennan.

Dr. Brennan.

It's an honor to finally meet you.

Oh, I imagine it is.

You're certain that Henry was murdered?

- Without a doubt.
- Which means

it was somebody from your expedition.

Anyone have a
problem with Henry Charles?

No, there was no friction whatsoever.

Our group was a finely tuned machine

comprised of top scientific minds.

With one exception.

According to Henry Charles'

old correspondence,

you were not his first
choice for lead archeologist.

You were his third.

I was fully informed

about Henry's selection process,

but it only made me more grateful

to be involved in the end.

Henry's work was extraordinarily
well-received.

And if Henry Charles were
still alive today,

all the credit for the discovery

would surely have gone
to him instead of you.

Remind me,

how long was that book of yours

on the best-selling list?

No, you have it all wrong.

Henry was my friend.

He was also my benefactor,

and had he lived, he
surely would've funded

all of my expeditions for years to come.

Right, which is why

you took off from
the dig site without him.

Hmm, yeah, well, a storm came in.

If we hadn't left when we
did, we all would have died,

but you can read about it, Agent Booth.

Here, chapter 14.

- Oh, trust me, I will, thanks.
- Hmm.

Excuse me, Agent.

Those actually retail for $18.99.

But in this case, it's yours.

I'll sign it if you like.

Listen,

I know things have been rocky

between us the past couple years,

but I am gonna

make it up to you by helping you plan

the perfect wedding.

Let's start with the music.

You press, I drive.

Oh, I don't know how to work

this fancy thing.

Oh, it's super user-friendly.
Just go under

playlists and hit the one

labeled "Cam's Wedding".

Okay.

Nice!

So, now you're our
wedding planner and our DJ?

Lord, no. Girl,

this is a compilation

of the top ten local R&B bands.

All you need to do is pick

which one you like best.

I have never seen you

this organized.

Honey, I know that the
last thing you want

is to spend the next year
having everybody fussing over you.

Now reach in the
back and grab that binder.

What is all this?

Locations, caterers, florists,

honeymoon ideas.

All you need to do is kick
back and fill in the checklist.

Okay.

I thought you said you wanted
to make this quick

so you could get back to your case.

I do.

Then I suggest you get started.

Aye-aye, captain.

I am on it.

Angie, found the murder weapon.

It's a high-end ice Axe.

Yikes.

Do you know whose it was?

Oh, no, they issued these babies

to everyone on the
team, but I'm thinking

that the killer may have
held it like this.

Yeah, that-that...

just a little bit close to my head.

Sorry, sorry.

Uh, you had
something you want to show me.

Yeah, so, I've
been studying the site

where they found Henry Charles' body.

Check this out.

Hold on, I thought that the

head fracture suggested

that he fell from great distances.

I mean, come on, that-that

shelf is probably, what, ten feet tops?

Well, it is now,

but look what happens when I input

the weather data from ten years ago.

Oh, wow, talk about climate change.

Yeah, the iceberg Henry Charles
was frozen inside of

used to be part of a giant cliff.

You see that crack?

Yeah, it's an ice crevasse.

It's easily 80 feet deep.

That would explain his fall.

Man, if only there was a way

for us to know who was up there
with him when he died.

Oh, well, there might be.

I made scans of the log books

that Brennan borrowed from that

lead archeologist, and the team took

very detailed notes
about who was working

which dig site and when.

Great, then, Angie, all
we got to do is figure out

who was working Dig Site #3

at the top of the
ridge with Henry Charles

the day he disappeared.

Bingo.

Hazel Mitchell.

So, this was the
original Frank Party campsite

and we found their
old ship-timber hut here.

Our set-up was here.

Base camp, everyone had a sleep tent.

We had a communications tent,

as well as a mess hall and a latrine.

It was... all very glamorous.

Okay, well, Henry Charles' body

was, uh, dumped in the
crevasse in that ridge.

And according to the log,

you were there working alone that day.

Uh, no,

actually, I was scheduled to be there,

but at the last
minute, Declan called me off.

He said it wasn't safe.

- Declan Marshall?
- Yes.

He was Henry's
outdoor guru or something.

High on brawn, low on brains.

He closed the ridge that day
to conduct avalanche blasting.

You didn't record that in the log.

What can I say? I-I got distracted.

You do realize that you're a suspect

in a murder investigation.

I have an alibi, if
that's what you're looking for.

I was with our college
intern, Clark Edison.

Clark Edison,

right, well, according to the log,

Clark Edison was on sleep break.

Well, I was with him,

and we definitely were not sleeping.

So, you watch

the game last night?

No, went to bed early.

Total blowout. You didn't miss much.

Come on, man.

Did you really bring me
here to talk about baseball?

Sorry, guess I'm just a little nervous.

This whole, uh, taking the fifth thing,

I don't understand why you're doing it.

It makes you seem... guilty.

Were you in a
relationship with Hazel Mitchell?

You were, weren't you?

Is that what this is about?

Are you really trying to get me to talk?

No, I'm-I'm just trying to help you.

We both know that you didn't do it.

Well, I'm sorry, but
you're wasting your time.

Come on, Clark.

I'm your friend.

I only want what's best for you.

Yeah, I know you do,

but the best thing for
me to do right now

- is to keep my mouth shut.
- Dr. Edison,

is it true you're the prime suspect

in Henry Charles' murder?

Why'd you do it, Clark?

Hey, back off!

It's okay. It's better if I go.

You work for the
Jeffersonian, too, don't you?

Isn't it a conflict of
interest having lunch with a suspect

while you're in the
middle of a murder investigation?

Well, that was a disaster.

The press crashed our
lunch, plus, Clark gave me nothing.

Well, don't take it personally.

How could I not? Seven
years of friendship

and it's like he doesn't even trust me.

Well, you can't blame him

for prioritizing his legal defense.

Mr. Bray, please take a look at this.

It's a remodeled
fracture on the distal end,

anterior aspect of

the right femur.

Based on the degree of
ossification, I'd say

this wound occurred
roughly two years prior to death.

I concur.

The triangular shape suggests

some kind of sharp force trauma,

possibly from a hunting
knife or an arrowhead.

What about a spearfishing gun?

I-I swear, I read something

about this in a
magazine article this morning.

Well, the date of the incident is

compatible with the
remodeling of the wound.

According to this article,

Declan Marshall accidentally

shot his boss while the two were

spearfishing in the Virgin Islands.

It's possible this was
a failed murder attempt.

Hey, I have the results of the swab

from Henry Charles' hand.

It showed dynamite residue.

Why would someone bring explosives

to an archeological dig?

Well, in mountainous,

sub-zero climates like Alaska,

dynamite is used to
trigger controlled avalanches.

Yes, but the only person with
the expertise to do that

was Charles' right hand
man, Declan Marshall.

Damn right,

I'm broken up about it. I
spent a lot of time with Henry.

Rock climbing El Capitan,

canyon diving New Zealand,

white water rafting in Sierra Leone,

whatever his current obsession,

I was right there next to him.

Can you tell us

where you were the day

he disappeared on this map?

Yeah, um...

here, here, and over here.

I was setting off
avalanche charges, making sure,

you know, the entire mountain

didn't come down on top of us.

Convenient way to hide a body.

My job was to keep Henry
alive, not kill him.

And plus, he was nowhere near the ridge.

I specifically told

everyone to steer clear.

Well, our lab found traces of dynamite

on Henry Charles' hands.

Yeah, because he was an idiot.

This monster storm was coming in,

and I specifically
told him we had to fly out,

but he refused to go until
all the bodies were exhumed.

We got in a fight and
he grabbed the dynamite

to keep me from walking away.

That's when he went missing.

This wasn't the first time

you two fought, was
it? These are Henry's

hospital records

from your trip to Tortola.

You know, the one where you, uh,

shot him with the spearfishing gun.

That idiot shot himself.

What kind of a dummy jumps off a boat

with a loaded spear-shooter?

Henry could hurt
himself inside a padded box.

That's why he needed me
around to keep him safe.

Safe? Henry Charles went
missing under your watch.

In less than 24
hours, you get a helicopter

to pick you up, and you left him there.

N-No-No. Y-You've got that backwards.

We stayed an extra 24
hours after the pilot arrived

because Henry was missing.

Wait, what? What do you mean?

The weather was getting worse,

so I went behind Henry's back

and asked the pilot to
fly in the day before.

I knew he'd be pissed, but
I wanted to be ready to leave

at a moment's notice.

You're saying that the helicopter pilot

was with you on the day he disappeared.

Uh, yeah. A local
gal, um, uh, Alice Tuug.

And I knew Henry'd be mad, so I had her

land the chopper out of
sight, just over the ridge,

and wait for us.

Alice Tuug.

She's not on our suspect list.

Declan wanted me ready to leave
on an instant's notice

with a storm coming
in, but he didn't want

Henry Charles to know.

So I agreed to land my
chopper out of sight,

just behind this ridge.

So Henry Charles was willing

to put everyone's life at
risk for this expedition.

If that storm hit with us
stuck right in the middle of it,

I can guarantee you none of
us would have made it out.

Convenient explanation,

but this wasn't the first time

that you butted heads with
Mr. Charles, was it?

You were arrested during
a violent demonstration

at one of his events.

His company was trying to develop

a mining operation on
sacred native land.

Look, Alice, the fact is that
you were at the expedition site

with no one else
around to see where you were,

or what you were doing at the exact time

that Henry Charles was killed.

Look, I didn't kill him.

And I don't know who did,

but he was definitely still
alive when I showed up.

And how do you know that if
you stayed out of sight?

After I landed, I had some
time on my hands, so I hiked up

to the top of the ridge.

That's when I saw Henry

go inside the Frank Party
hut, and he wasn't alone.

Any idea who he was with?

I was too far away to tell.

Everyone in the
expedition wore the same dark jacket,

except for Henry, he wore red.

But based on their body language,

it was pretty obvious they
were in some kind of an argument.

Okay, so if Alice
Tuug was telling the truth,

then Henry Charles got into an argument

on the day he was murdered

with someone from his expedition

inside of this hut.

So you think that
this is the crime scene.

It could be.

If we could find the crime scene,

and maybe we could find some more clues.

Okay. All right, then I am on it.

Whoa.

Um... so.

I don't think that the Frank Party

built their little hut
here to be handicap accessible.

Guess not.

Well, I can do it.

Do you know how?

Hodgins, it's a flashlight.

It's not rocket science.

Fine. Have my fun.

Man, I can barely see anything.

Well, I can see everything,

and I think what I'm
seeing is a lot of blood.

It looks like three

or four feet of wall, half
the floor, covered.

Is it like one distinct blob?

No, it looks more like a
sprinkler went off and left

pools here and there.

Sounds like arterial spray.

Is that what you'd expect

from an ice Axe to the skull?

Possibly. If it hit the carotid.

One thing is for certain,

Henry Charles was
definitely killed inside this hut.

Hey, Hodgins
said they found the crime scene.

Yes, but it doesn't do us any good.

Every member of that
team had access to that hut.

This is very frustrating.

I just wish that we could say something.

Publicly. And-and...
and stand up for Clark.

Well, it wouldn't do Dr. Edison any good

if we were to compromise the
prosecution of the case.

It just... it doesn't seem right.

There appears to be butterfly fracturing

on the left zygomatic.

The location and nature of the wound

suggests a closed-fisted blow to the face

by a right-handed assailant.

Wow, so that was quite a
punch to fracture the bone.

Well, that's it.

I-I-In order to apply
enough force to do so,

the killer must not
have been wearing gloves.

Right. Right, because
they were inside the hut,

so that makes sense,

but what difference does that make?

Absence of gloves means
we may be able to detect

a knuckle pattern on the tissue.

And that means that all we need to do

is match it to one of our suspects.

Can I pick 'em,

or can I pick 'em?

Doesn't this seem a little plain?

Well, uh, it just...

it feels like
something I'd wear to work.

That's why I picked it.

I know you. You're not
the type to waste money

on a dress you'd wear only once.

You're more sensible than that.

Now get back in there,

and try on these other
dresses I picked out for you.

Also, be quick if you can,

because the florist will
be here any minute

to go over flower options.

Oh, wait. I didn't agree

to pick out flower arrangements today.

And I have a job back in
Philly that I left to help you.

Is your job more important than mine?

- No, I'm not saying that.
- I mean, really,

is the killer gonna be any
less guilty later today?

Felicia, this isn't any other case.

This involves a good friend of mine.

I'm not telling you to ditch out on it,

but I had to call in every favor

I have so that we could

get all the planning done today.

Can you just go with the flow for once?

Fine. Uh, another half hour.

Terrific.

And if you're not sold on the dresses,

I can find a few more options.

Nothing princess-y, totally your style.

Felicia,

I want you to know, I really appreciate

how much work you've put in to all this.

Great. So what do you
think about simple beiges

and light pinks as your color spectrum?

Oh, beige. Isn't that a little...

Harsh on most people's skin tones?

Yes, but I figured you
didn't want any bridesmaids,

and it's such a dignified color scheme.

So, can I see it?

Uh, no, uh, I'm-I'm not sure.

Look, if it's not love,

the one you tried on already

is the perfect Camille Saroyan.

Hey. Is this the
model of our killer's hand?

Yeah. It's based on

the knuckle prints Brennan
found on the victim's cheek tissue.

Now all I have to do is compare it

to our suspects' hand measurements.

But why are there
only four sets of prints?

Was Aubrey not able to get everyone's?

Everyone except Clark.

Man, if Clark would just cooperate,

he'd seem a hell of a lot less guilty.

No match.

Which means we're left with
only one potential suspect.

The evidence doesn't lie, Dr. Edison.

- We know you punched Henry Charles.
- Yeah, but I didn't kill him.

Clark, it's to your
benefit to say nothing.

Fine.

- Clark.
- No. No.

Look, you want your story?

Look, I punched Henry,

because I caught him and
Hazel together in her tent,

and I just lost it.

I'm having trouble with the timeline.

Did you strike him in
the tent, or in the hut?

In the hut. It was...
it was later that day.

Listen, I'm not proud of what I did,

but Henry was using her,

- and Hazel meant everything to me.
- So you,

you hit him to stand up
for yourself, and Hazel.

Yeah, I just...

I did a lot of stupid things for Hazel.

- Like murder?
- No.

But while she was
excavating Captain Frank's body,

she chipped the C4 vertebra.

The log books do not indicate
any damage to Frank's remains.

And that's where the
stupid part comes in.

Hazel was devastated by her mistake.

She was embarrassed, and
I agreed not to log it.

You compromised the data?

That is a serious breach of your
integrity as a scientist.

I know. I allowed my
feelings for someone

to get in the way of
my responsibilities.

Okay, let's just shut the
feelings down right now

and get back to what happened

after you hit Henry Charles.

I stormed out... alone, to calm down.

And by the time I got back, we
realized Henry was missing.

Great, so not only

were you the last
person to see him alive,

but you don't have an alibi.

Look, I know how this looks, Booth.

Please, you have to believe me.

Look, we've worked
together for nearly a decade,

if there's anyone who
could prove my innocence,

it's you.

I can reexamine the evidence,

but I'm afraid that's the best I can do.

Hey, Bones.

Booth, what are you doing here?

I got some coffee and some fuel for you

and the, uh, the squints, here.

- That's so thoughtful.
- Well, what can I say,

I'm a thoughtful kind of a guy, right?

Look, I know you're a bookworm
and all, but I thought you told

Clark that you were going
to reexamine the evidence?

I am. I'm re-reading Eldridge's book.

He writes with great detail

about the emotional state of the team,

but the book makes no reference

to their interpersonal conflicts.

So he fudged a few of the details.
What's the big deal?

What does that have to
do with Clark's case?

Well, this was a best-selling work

of scientific non-fiction.
It should be accurate.

Scientific accuracy
doesn't get your book

on the best-seller list for
72 weeks, that's for sure,

I'll tell you what. You know what does?

People chowing down on their buddies.

Well... it is a shame they
didn't get a better photo

of the cannibalized
bones. I mean, this one...

Let's take a look.

- Is horribly out of focus.
- Well... yeah, you know,

you're right, I guess squints

don't make the best photographers.

Unless...

the poor photo quality was intentional.

Done so that it would be
impossible to scrutinize.

I will let you know when
I have something.

Was it... Did I say something?

Brennan, what is this about?

We have been looking at
the wrong set of bones.

I know I'm running on zero sleep,

but don't tell me I
missed another victim?

No, these bones are
from the Frank Party.

One of two cannibalized skeletons
Eldridge was able

to evacuate before the storm.

Mr. Bray,

what do you make of these cut marks?

They appear to be
shallow slices, likely caused

by the tools used to
remove the flesh for eating.

You are mistaken.

The implements
available to the Frank Party

would have left broader kerf marks.

And the edges would grow
more ragged as the blade dulled,

but none of these
did. They're all identical.

Couldn't they have
sharpened their knives on something?

Well, yes, but based on
the knife-sharpening technology

of the 1800s, you'd see evidence

- of rolled edges.
- Precisely.

These cuts were made with multiple,

identical scalpel-sharp
blades. Modern blades.

Wait a minute, are you saying that...

The Frank Party didn't eat each other.

The cannibalism was faked.

You lied. We have conclusive proof

that you falsified evidence of
the Frank Party cannibalism.

That's ridiculous. Why would I do that?

Well, a boring run-of-the-mill shipwreck

doesn't exactly sell books.

So you figured you'd
turn the Yawner Party

into the Donner Party.

Only, Henry Charles caught you

adulterating the
bones. So you killed him

before he had a chance to expose you

as the fraud you truly are.

Do you have any idea how hard
it is to make a name for yourself

in archaeology? So I
faked a few details.

- That does not make me a killer.
- Right.

Henry Charles just happened to disappear

right after he
threatened to expose your scam.

Sometimes you get lucky.

Not this time.

You may discredit me as
a scientist, Dr. Brennan.

You will never
prove that I'm a murderer.

We've been at this for a
while, and we still haven't found

anything that ties
Eldridge to the murder.

Dude, I've swabbed every nanometer
of that head wound.

There's nothing.

Nothing from the brain
tissue at the wound site, either.

- That's Charles' brain?
- Yeah. It was mummified

- when it came in, so I rehydrate it.
- Dehydrated?

It's like those capsules that
turn into sponge animals.

Michael-Vincent loves those. As do I.

Oh, my God. That's it.

Think of the brain as a sponge.

As the cerebral crevices dried up,

Charles' brain condensed
into a tighter form,

folding trace evidence in with it.

But when you rehydrate
it, the tissue expanded.

Allowing the
particulates from the wound site

to migrate down one
of the porous pathways

into the brain's center.

So we need to section the entire brain,

not just the area proximate
to the wounds.

Already on it.

Oh, wow.

Really makes you rethink deli meat.

And I'm officially never eating again.

I'm with you. At least I'll fit into

whatever wedding
dress Felicia chose for me.

Why's she choosing
it? It's your wedding.

Which is why I'm trying
to keep the peace.

Last thing I need on my wedding
day is family drama.

Hey, not to butt in, but if Angela and I

have learned anything from
my being in this chair,

it's that a person can't possibly know

what you're thinking
unless you tell them.

There.

I see something.

Based on the discoloration,

this is a sliver of very old bone.

That proves it was Marcus Eldridge.

He must have gotten that
bone chip caught on his ice Axe

as he was faking the cannibal cuts.

- Then we got him.
- Not so fast.

Something's not right. This bone chip

didn't come from the
cannibalized remains.

How can you tell?

The slight sloping on this crevice

is what you'd see

on the bid Spinoza process

of a C4 vertebra.

But I just examined those remains

with Dr. Brennan, and
neither C4 vertebrae

were damaged, which
means Marcus Eldridge

isn't the killer

But I know who is.

You must have been quite humiliated

when you realized you'd
damaged Captain Frank's remains.

You brought me back in here for that?

It was an accident.
The damage was minor.

Really, minor, like this size?

That is a chip of 150-year-old

C4 vertebra. My lab found it

embedded in Henry Charles' brain.

See, we figured out that
this piece of bone

got stuck in your ice
Axe... the one that you used

to manhandle Captain Frank's remains.

The bone then migrated
to Henry Charles' brain

when you killed him with
the very same Axe.

You have no idea what I was up against.

I-I did all of my graduate
work under Marcus Eldridge.

My entire career rode
on his recommendation.

If the academic world discredited
your advisor,

you would have lost your credibility.

You couldn't take the
chance that Henry Charles

would expose the truth.

Eldridge couldn't
even pull off a forgery

in the most remote place on this earth.

And then Henry comes
along and wants me to help him

- go public with Eldridge's lies?
- Right, so you just

hit him over the head,

and you tossed him in
an 80-foot crevasse.

It was either that or
kiss my career good-bye.

And I was not about to
let all of that hard work

go down the drain.

I wonder how Clark feels,

knowing that he was in
love with a murderer.

Well, he's not a suspect anymore.

I'd say he's feeling pretty good.

Am I interrupting?

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Got your wedding binder organized.

Everything's set, all you
need to do is pick a date.

Wow, that was fast.

It's what Cam wanted.

Really?

Actually, it isn't.

Wait. Please don't tell
me you want to elope.

After all the favors I had to call in?

No, I don't want to elope either.

You've lost me.

I know it's silly, but I can't help it.

I...

I want the poof dress

and the champagne waterfalls and
the personalized candy bars

and the bridesmaids and
the ten-piece band.

They have personalized candy bars?

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I was embarrassed.

It's a little girl's fantasy.

And I just don't want us

to fight anymore.

Cam, we're sisters.

Our relationship ebbs
and flows, that's life.

I love you. That doesn't change.

When did you get so mature?

Around the time I felt terrible

about making out with your boyfriend.

Oh, please don't tell me

you made out with Barstool also?

Your wedding is one
of the most important

days of your life. All I want

is to help make it everything
you want it to be.

Oh, sorry... listen, uh,

if you do plan on having bridesmaids,

just promise me

you won't do beige,

'cause it washes out my skin tone.

Fine.

Dr. Edison. Please come in.

I'm happy to see you.

Well, I'm only here because of you.

I simply did my job.

Did you really think I
could have killed Henry Charles?

It would have been a disservice to you

for me to consider my personal beliefs,

but no,

I never thought you
were capable of such a crime.

Right. Because my true crime

is falsifying evidence.

It's all over the news.

They're crucifying me.

It has caught my attention.

Which is why I'll be
tendering my resignation.

I should have known the
cannibalism was a fraud.

Any forensic anthropologist

worthy of the Jeffersonian would have.

You were not a forensic anthropologist
at the time.

You were an undergrad persuaded
by your professor.

Yes. But a good scientist

relies only on his own analysis.

Dr. Edison, please take
a look at the latest copy

of The Forensic Anthropology Times.

Is it an article written by you?

Yes. You shouldn't
be so hard on yourself.

The entire scientific world

bought into Marcus Eldridge's deceit.

Wait, is this an
article in defense of me?

Mistakes make for better
scientists, Dr. Edison.

Every expert today has made

a past error of some kind.

Besides, that's what
friends and teammates do.

They stand up for each other.

Oh...

I suggest you get back to work.

I imagine tasks have piled
up since you've been away.

I've never
seen Christine so messy.

Thankfully, I think

that's the last of the mud.

Come on over and have a drink.

I tell you, I'm really
proud of my two girls

for standing up for their friends.

Christine didn't stand up for anyone.

She voluntarily joined Emma in the mud

after Lukas pushed her in.

Solidarity, Bones, all right?

She jumped into that mud

with Emma to make a point, just like you

made a point with that
essay you wrote about Clark.

Some point. Marcus Eldridge
has been totally discredited,

he's being sued for
fraud, and yet he just landed

a two million dollar book deal

to write an exposé on
the Charles Expedition.

Two million dollars? Wow, I
should write an exposé on you,

and I'll finally get that ice rink

I always wanted in the back.

Well, an exposé on me would be fruitless,

as I have no secrets.

And if we had an extra two million
dollars lying around,

Booth, we wouldn't buy
an ice rink. Come on.

I know... a yacht.

No, Christine gets seasick.

Plane.

Well, that's not very

Eco-friendly, Booth.

Okay, what do you suggest, then?

I don't know... solar panels?

Solar panels? I'm talking

- hypothetical here.
- Yes.

Well, hypothetically, I
would get solar panels.

You have two million dollars to spend,

and that's what you're gonna choose?

Yes, well, I have to do
something to balance out

the carbon footprint
of your private plane.

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