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Wow!

God, that was...

- That was... - Amazing.

And a huge mistake.

- Huge. - Huge.

- Why do we keep doing this? - Well...

You know, we don't. I mean, what's it been? Twice in the past year?

Three. Four, if you count that stakeout.

- Well, you know what? That wasn't sex. - Maybe not for you. But this is it.

You're right. But it's not like we're doing anything wrong. You and Drew are...

We needed to take a break, to gain perspective, but this isn't helping.

- And that's why it's over. - Done.

That's mine.

Oh!

Booth. Yeah. Address.

- You know, I... - Me, too. Me, too.

I have to pick up Parker from school.

Make sure that you bring him the comic that I got him. He loves that.

Yeah, sure.

Uh...

- Agent Booth's phone. - Oh, hi.

It's Dr Brennan. Is Agent Booth available?

Available? Yeah. Dr Brennan...

- Yeah, Bones. What's up? - Nothing.

Just seeing if you were swinging by to pick me up or?

Oh, yeah. I'm just gonna have to meet you there, OK?

OK, bye.

You don't think she thought?

No. No, we have a child together. It's perfectly normal for us to be together.

Right. It's not like this will happen again.

No. Exactly. OK, are you done with the bathroom?

- Yeah. - OK, thanks.

- Sorry if I interrupted anything. - What?

- Oh, no. No, you didn't. - Good.

But if you must know, Rebecca, my ex,

she stopped by my place to pick up a comic that I got Parker.

- OK. - She just so happened to pick up the phone.

That's it. Nothing more, nothing less.

I'm sorry. Did I say I must know?

Oh, very nice. Oh!

Age and sex undetermined.

Victim is immersed in a pool of...

what smells like a composite of domestic corrosives.

- It smells more like... - Drain declogger, acid wash, bleach.

Submerged two to three days.

Are you saying he's been here all weekend just dissolving?

Allowing the killer time for the corrosives to do their thing.

Excuse me. Can I get in, please?

- I'm Pete Valero, the development contractor. - OK.

I came as soon as...

- There could be evidence in there. - Most of it's in there.

I'll need Zack to help me extract the remains.

- Wouldn't it be easier to take the whole tub? - No, wait.

That tub is a Godiva 3000. These things aren't cheap.

Think anybody is gonna want this Godiva 3000 after this?

Would they have to know?

With subsidised housing, they want every nickel accounted for.

I'll get you a receipt if you can tell me why the boss is just showing up now.

I was at the dentist. I got a call in the middle of a root canal.

- Who knew... I'd be better off there? - Do you know who this is?

How would I know? I got over 200 workers on this site alone.

Not to mention all the kids and the vandals coming through here on the weekend.

- Oh, my God! - Oh, God, Bones.

It's only skin. OK, I'll need that window, a forklift and a flatbed.

- Why? - You called it.

We want answers...

The tub is coming with us.

Down. Lower, lower, lower.

Keep going. Keep going. And...

Good. Oh, this is gonna be fun.

- I should get my video camera. - I may need a Compazine.

There'll be none of that. No fun, no video, no vomit.

Whoa. Then again...

We have to hurry. Those chemicals are eating away at our victim.

Any chance that he was put in there alive?

If we find rope or duct tape on the body, there's a good chance.

Start with the who. Worry about the why and the how later.

If we find the why and the how first, we'll take it.

- Though who is clearly the priority. - The who's not going to change.

But the clues might if we don't hurry.

- What's our starting weight, Zack? - Starting weight is 542.13.

The tub itself weighs about 200 pounds. Capacity is 34 gallons.

Which at about 8.3 pounds a gallon comes to 270-275.

Two-thirds full makes it about 180, putting this guy in the 160-pound weight class.

The cream always rises. Or in this case melted body fat.

I'll measure its volume for body type.

I'll separate all things chemical from organic.

I know you requested a strainer of some sort, Dr Brennan.

- But I thought this could be of use. - For the big pieces, maybe.

Old MacZacky, get on the horn with the coroner's office

and tell them I want two field-unit water sifters sent here ASAP.

- They get mad when I drop your name. - Then drop it twice.

- Talk about the proof in the pudding. - Even for me, this is disgusting.

- Was this too much even for Booth? - He's still questioning the workers at the site.

Hopefully, there's enough skull here for a partial reconstruction.

I've worked with less.

Right femur's pitted and brittle. Marrow's practically gelatinised.

- Our victim's elderly. - That's a bit of a leap.

Not really. Zack, hold still.

It's a hip replacement.

Don't these things come engraved with serial numbers?

Not this one. It looks like the chemicals burned those off too.

Hey, so where is Mr Tub O'Lard? I figured they'd bring him here.

Lard I've got plenty of. The rest of him's in the ooky room where he belongs.

- Agh! Wow. So that nasty yellow goop is? - Fat. 9.3 litres so far.

Oh, good, Booth. I'm sure you'll wanna see this too.

- What is it? - Guess.

- Maybe not, Zack. - It's our victim's wallet. Can you believe it?

Leather, cash, cards, every shred of identification completely emulsified.

Wow. Zack, I'd like to go back to the old arrangement

where you don't talk to me directly, OK?

- Have my water sifters arrived? - That's how I found the wallet.

- So the point of this is? - Doing what that wallet can't.

Right now, I'd say our victim's an ectomorph. Thin, linear, narrow features.

And I hear you're back with your ex.

- I'm sorry? - Rebecca, right? Reliving old times?

- I'll just keep sifting. - Yeah.

- Dr Brennan told you? - Oh, relax.

- She did. - We all have our weak moments.

No.

We don't, OK? I don't.

Please, Seeley. Like we haven't shared enough of them for me to know better.

- I was not gossiping. - Oh, really? So, then, what would you call it?

- Sharing a point of interest. - What am I, the world's largest ball of string?

Not you, your behaviour.

A textbook example of how helpless we primates can be to our biological urges.

I am not helpless.

- He's not elderly. - I can control my...

- Who? - Our victim. You see these marrow cells?

The lack of collagen indicates osteogenesis imperfecta. Brittle bone disease.

And that's supposed to tell me that he's not old?

Not necessarily. Why did you sleep with her?

- I don't recall saying that I did. - I could hear it in your voice.

I may as well have walked in on you having sex.

- You didn't and we weren't. - It's nothing to be ashamed of.

Humans act upon a hierarchy of needs. Sex is very high. It's an anthropological inevitability.

Thank you. I appreciate you boiling me down to your anthropological inevitabilities.

- Sure. - Any time.

If our victim had brittle bone, there could be a website. He might have been listed.

Afraid not, honey.

There's no official database, but I did track down eight cases of brittle bone in the area.

- How many of them are adult males? - Give me a second.

- What's wrong? - With what?

This is usually where I type and you talk. You two are never not talking.

- Well, we're not not talking. - Or maybe we're not not not...

Okey-doke.

Number of adult males with brittle bone in the metropolitan area is...

Zero. Same with adult females. These are all kids.

- Why's that? High mortality rate? - No. When OI is fatal, it's mainly to infants.

- And only in severe cases. - So our guy has a mild case.

Type I. Near normal stature, fragile bones and joints, off-white sclera.

- Is this disease hereditary? - Mild cases can be.

The more severe forms, Types II and III, are often the result of genetic mutation.

If our guy is Type I and these kids got it passed on from a parent...

Then we have to contact these kids' families and find out which one is missing a dad.

- Well, let me print you the list. - Print two. We'll split up.

Hm.

- Mrs Seaver? - Yes.

I'm Dr Brennan with the Jeffersonian Institute working in collaboration with the FBI.

The FBI? Is this to do with Larry?

That would be your husband, Lawrence Seaver? Raymond's father?

He hasn't answered his cellphone in days. I've left so many messages.

Please, come in.

- Your cats form social groups... - Hey, honey. We have company.

Who's she? Did they find Daddy?

My name is Temperance, Ray, and I'm just here to ask a few questions.

- Your husband's been missing since? - Thursday. We didn't think of him as missing.

He left on his business trip like he does every week, but he never fails to call us back.

- That must've hurt. - Not so much. I'm used to it.

Ray has brittle bone. It's just a mild form, though, like Larry's.

- You think I could sign your cast? - Sure. I'll get a pen.

- Mrs Seaver, I need to borrow this photo. - OK. Why?

Well, we found a body.

Oh, God.

Sorry I couldn't do more. Skullcap was falling apart faster than I could put a face on it.

I'm not sure we'd have a match with so little to work with.

- OK, here we go. Got our guy. - What?

Mother and a daughter up in Maryland. Dad missing since Thursday.

- Who's that? - Mother and son down in Virginia.

Father missing since Thursday.

Whoa. Mine's Lawrence Turner, 35, commercial electrician.

- Oh... - And I've got Lawrence Seaver, 35.

...my... - Commercial electrician.

...God.

- I think old Larry's got two wives. - More like two lives.

Just make sure Jenny takes her meds.

And tell her Mommy will see her in the morning.

Thanks, Betty.

- How old's your daughter? - Six and a half.

She and Larry, they have a special bond.

Brittle bone.

- You know about that? - She's Type I like your husband?

He's always felt so guilty about that. He really dotes on her, on both of us.

Mrs Turner, your husband ever talk about any conflicts at work?

Never. Everyone loves Larry.

He's fun, smart, hard-working. That's what keeps him out of town so much.

About that. I didn't realise electricians were called upon to be away from home so much.

There's just so much underbidding. And it's not like we can get by on what I make.

- As? - I teach. Eighth-grade science.

- Got it. - So he has to travel, go where the money is.

Not that he ever complains.

It makes coming home to us all the more sweeter, he says.

Oh, God. What are we gonna do?

Will you just excuse me for one moment? I'm so sorry.

- These women have to know the truth. - They could be in cahoots.

If they found out that Larry was two-timing, they could both want him dead.

- OK, so what now? We ask them... - No, no, no, no. It's all taken care of.

Mrs Turner, could you please come with me?

Right this way. Just wait here in the visitors lounge. We won't be long.

- Help yourself to a cup of coffee. - Thank you.

- That's the interrogation room. - Not tonight.

Hm.

- Nice touch with the kitty posters. - Who are you talking to?

Agents Curry and Moran. They set up the room.

I'll never drink FBI coffee again.

Whenever you're ready, Charlie.

You know, I almost married her, you know.

- Agent Curry? - Rebecca. My ex.

Oh. You can talk about her now.

She got pregnant. I wanted to do the right thing, but she said no.

You've told me this before. Not that you've ever said why.

Well, issues with my job. She wanted to start her own career.

- She wanted to finish graduate school. - Alone with a baby?

Logic. Right? You're applying logic?

- Do you still love her? - Not like I did. Not like that.

- Then why can't it just be sex? - There's nothing "just" about sex, Bones.

But all mammals need it. That release of serotonin. The rush of endorphins.

Naturally you seek it with someone with whom you share a sexual rapport.

Rapport, right. That's the word.

I know when I'm in need of release, there's a former partner or two I'm sure I could call.

OK, Bones. Thanks so much. I feel so much better now. Here we go.

Help yourself to coffee, Mrs Seaver.

I get it. Very smart.

Well, it's my job, Bones. It's what I do for a living.

They don't seem like... Wait.

They may as well be in separate rooms.

Making them either great actresses who are in cahoots...

Or they have no idea what's going on.

- How could these women not know? - Brennan was pretty sure they didn't.

And still don't. Booth wants to wait to tell them.

Wait for what? To summon the nerve?

Maybe. I wouldn't want these women finding out at the funeral.

I'll take a front-row seat for that.

Sorry. Did I say that out loud?

- Have you found a weapon in the tub yet? - Not yet. Why?

These skull fragments may feel like wet cardboard,

but I'm sure this is blunt-force trauma.

- I'll second that. Roughly V-shaped. - Corner of a 2x4 maybe?

Specks of blood at the point of impact. Could have been the lethal blow.

Making him dead before he was doused with lye. Oh, happy day.

I've isolated our corrosive culprits.

Sodium hypochlorite, calcium hypochlorite and hydrochloric acid.

- Available at your local market. - Lucky the tub didn't explode.

It practically did. Along with teeth, I keep finding shards of copper from the fixtures.

Is that what this is?

- No, that would be a wedding band. - Braided gold and platinum.

- Preserved by true love. - One metal for each desperate housewife.

- At least fake some sense of decorum. - I can't help it. It's so Jerry Springer.

First of all, how does anyone juggle two spouses?

- I can think of ways. By juggle, I mean liter... - I have a scalpel.

Maybe he dissolved himself so there'd be more of him to go around.

- I'm going to hell, aren't I? - I'll save you a seat.

Oh, no. Not sweet Mr Seaver. It can't be him.

Yeah. Well, is that your boss in there?

Who would do something like that? Everybody loves the man.

- Well, you know, not everyone. - Hey, what's going on?

- You won't believe it. - We met yesterday.

It was Mr Seaver. That's who was in the bathtub.

Wait. Larry? The electrician?

- Yeah. Larry the electrician. Now... - Son of a bitch!

Now I'm never gonna see my money.

Pete, you're the first person I've come across who's ever had a bad word to say about Larry.

The guy does have a way with people... or he did.

- I liked him too before he got all slippery. - Slippery?

I fronted the guy 85 grand to cover electrical supplies.

Last week I got the inspector here and she cites me for cheap materials.

Bad circuit breakers, insufficient GFIs...

- Where'd the 85 grand go? - Exactly what I asked Larry.

"Show me receipts," I said. What do I get?

Sob stories - bad bookkeeping, his son's health, problems with the wife.

His wife?

Like I don't got a wife of my own, right?

You realise, Pete, that everything that you're telling me sounds a lot like motive.

Great. Do I need a lawyer?

- I don't know. You tell me. - All right, look.

I can't say that I wasn't angry enough to want the guy dead.

But, like always, I fell back on the old builder's code.

- Can't squeeze money from a dead man? - You know it.

Well, as codes go, it's hardly limited to builders.

No, no, no. It's our code. You can look it up.

No, no. Maybe later. You wouldn't happen to have any of Larry's old paperwork on file?

- Accounts? Receipts? - Yeah, yeah. Sure.

I think I've stumbled upon an anomaly, Dr Saroyan.

- Looks like a splintered ulna bone. - But it's not. It's ivory.

- From the tusk of a small elephant? - I was hoping you'd know.

If you notice these indentations here.

Like teeth marks on a pencil. See what Angela can make of it.

After that, go back to the crime scene with the photos I'm taking.

See what you can find with the shape and dimension of this wound.

- Like a murder weapon? - Not necessarily.

Anything that replicates this pattern.

- I'm going on police business. - So proud.

Does he mean out? In the world?

We'll pin our phone number on his shirt. What's that?

Having finally hit the bottom of the tub,

I found it plugged with a ceramic stopper which I lifted and voil�.

What do you make of this?

Bones, are you ready for this?

- Did you tell the wives? - Not yet.

But I did some checking into Larry's finances.

Under Seaver, he has half a million dollar life insurance.

Assigning motive to Gayle Seaver.

Under Turner, he's got a living will leaving everything to Lila and their daughter.

Giving both women motive.

Which is which one needed the money more than Larry?

- I might be able to help. - With what? A very small used condom?

It's the finger from a rubber glove. Hodgins found it under the tub's drain stopper.

It was spared the corrosive effects of the lye.

We may be able to pull a fingerprint from the inside.

No maybes. If there's a print, I'll pull it. And when I pull it...

We'll have our killer.

This is just standard procedure, Lila. Just press four fingers firmly and hold.

Our investigation turned up a print at the crime scene.

And we just need yours, Gayle, to avoid any possible confusion.

- Will this take long? - Our tech has the print?

- Ring finger, left hand. - Shouldn't take long. Just wait here.

Are you sure this is the best time to tell them?

- Two days nagging, now you get cold feet? - I do not nag.

You know, it's an anthropological inevitability for women to gossip and nag.

- Can I get anyone a soda? - No, thank you.

- Are you on my husband's case too? - No, I don't work here.

You're the... the lady from the waiting room. You gave me a tissue.

- Oh, yeah. That was you? - Yeah.

- Sorry. I'm a little out of it. - Yeah, I know how that feels.

Ladies, let me make some introductions. Gayle Seaver, Lila Turner. Lila, Gayle.

Hi. Lila, that was very sweet of you. I'd just lost my husband.

You did? So did I.

Actually, that's... why you're both here, really.

For the same reason.

For the same husband.

- I'm sorry? - Yeah. Me too.

What Agent Booth's trying to say is that your husbands, Larry,

are the same Larry.

This will help. A little show and tell.

Um...

- Well, this is wrong. - It's a joke. A sick joke.

- Actually, it's not... - My Larry would never...

- Your Larry? - Yes, my Larry!

He's my husband. I've been married to him for 11 years!

- Bones. - OK, let's sit! Everyone just sit down.

This is ridiculous.

Fine.

Booth. Yeah. Yeah, I'm meeting with them right now.

- The one from the glove. - I'm sorry. I can't imagine...

- Whose kid is this? - Whose little girl is that?

Are you sure? Thanks.

- What? - Um...

The print we found on the rubber glove at the crime scene, it doesn't match either wife.

So it's back to square one.

You sure I can't get anyone a soda?

- Hey. Dr Brennan, right? - Rebecca, hi.

- Is he in there? - He is, but it's not a good time.

Not that my powers of discernment have ever been particularly sharp,

vis-�-vis good times from bad, but in this instance, it's bad.

And I thought Seeley was exaggerating about you.

- With regard to? - Just tell him to give me a call.

Hey.

Can I ask you something?

- Why did you say no? - Excuse me?

When he asked you to marry him? I mean, he seems an ideal candidate.

Strong, alpha male, good protective instincts.

And I should discuss this with you why?

It's just... I'm not sure he knows and I think it bothers him.

I've always taken care of myself. To a fault sometimes.

And when we got pregnant, Seeley proposed.

But I didn't wanna be one of those women who gets married out of need, so I said no.

- I can see that. - By the time I realised I'd made a mistake,

that I'd still be the same person...

I think there's a moment for two people,

a single moment, where they can either catch fire or...

Seeley and I, we missed our moment. Do you understand?

I'm trying, but the single-moment thesis doesn't explain...

Why we still get together. Fall together, really.

Because I think that we just feel what used to be there, and we miss it.

I think Booth thinks you didn't marry him because he wouldn't make a good father.

- What? - He worries about it himself.

What he does for a living. His past as a sniper.

Oh, God.

Do me a favour? Don't tell him that I came by, OK? Please?

What I would've given to be a fly on the wall when you told those wives.

You would've been swatted, trust me.

No match on the prints from our nationwide database.

We can assume our killer was a first-time offender.

- Thanks, Bones. That narrows it down. - So I hear you're back with your ex.

- Don't look at me. - Your son must be thrilled.

I may thumb my nose at the hypocrisy of marriage as a sacred institution,

- but I think a boy truly benefits... - I am not back with my ex.

Let me finish. A boy benefits from knowing where his parents stand, together or not.

I once had this dancer in Miami whose stage name was Abbey Road.

- Anyway, she had a kid too... - That'll do, Ringo.

- I think I scored. - Somebody just kill me right now.

Dr Saroyan sent me to the crime scene.

A junction box with a single brown hair embedded.

- This was at floor level? - Across from where the bathtub had been.

You'll find its contours match our trauma wound.

Let's see if this is a match for Larry.

Before you go. Are we sure these copper bits are from the tub?

I assumed from the fixtures.

But the drain, faucet and spigots are pristine outside a scratch or two.

Let me see that.

It's birdshot. Or it was.

Frangible compressed copper so it breaks on impact.

- Could they kill a man? - Our vice president disproved that.

Any ammo at close range will do the job.

A gunshot would've sent Larry flying, causing his head to hit this junction box.

- Which, given his condition... - Would be fatal.

OK. What you thought were teeth marks, Dr Saroyan,

turned out to be Chinese characters engraved along the side.

- What do they say? - They say:

What make foolish man think I speak Chinese?

- I thought you were half-Chinese. - I think you're half-Swedish. Let's hear some.

What is it, Angela, please?

- It's a chopstick. Not the kind you eat with. - There's another kind?

- You wouldn't comb your hair with a fork. - My hair?

The one character that I was able to translate off the internet is the word "beauty".

And I realised it's meant for hair.

Where you twist it in a bun and stick this through to hold it?

But if that's what this is, we can be pretty sure it wasn't Larry's.

Thanks. Roommate says she went to meet friends at the Beltway Burger.

- You think it's this Chloe because? - Of the chopsticks.

As soon as Cam said it, I knew it.

When I went to see Pete, she had chopsticks in her hair.

- How did Hodgins find out? - I'm sorry?

- "I hear you're back with your ex." - I don't know. I assume it was Cam.

- I tried to engage her in social intercourse. - Excuse me?

Just trying to be normal. Congenial exchange with a co-worker.

- But if that's what gossip is, I don't like it. - You don't like it? I can't stand...

There it is. Beltway Burger.

- Hey, Chloe. Meetin' some friends? - Oh, hi. You're that FBI guy.

Yes, I'm the FBI guy.

So you worship at the temple of Beltway Burger too?

- Yeah, on occasion. - I may be 90% vegetarian,

but the burgers, can't get enough of 'em.

How many weeks are you?

- Excuse me? - Pregnant. I could tell by your gait.

Your ilia, they've started shifting to widen the birth canal.

- You can tell that? - So you are pregnant?

- 14 weeks. - Booth.

- Chloe's friends. - Chloe's friends.

Taking the kids out for a little late night snack, ladies?

Don't tell me. Larry's the father.

There's a playground about halfway between Gayle and me

designed for kids with special needs.

Rubber surfacing, high-back swings.

I took Ray there last week and Lila was there with Jenny.

The kids started playing, we started talking and one topic led to another.

- Small world. - Yeah, too small.

- What about Chloe? - Well...

After we got over the initial shock, like yesterday but real.

We decided to follow Larry to work the next morning,

straight to a motel where Chloe was waiting.

And if that wasn't enough, we then had to find out about Chloe's... condition.

So then you knew it was time to confront Larry.

- I had no idea that Larry was married. - Let alone twice.

Since your prints match the one in the rubber glove, it wasn't long before you found out.

We checked your phone records, Gayle.

You didn't leave Larry any messages after Friday night.

The night you, Lila and Chloe told him you would see him together to get answers.

So you found Larry at his job, you shot him point-blank,

and dragged his sorry ass back to the bathtub.

Where you doused him in sodium hypochlorite, calcium hypochlorite.

Or as you and I like to call 'em, bleach and Quickie Plumber.

Which, as a teacher, you knew would work.

- Simple earth science. - All that's true, but we didn't kill him.

- Really? Then who did? - He killed himself.

- He killed himself. - He killed himself.

Larry was dead when you got there?

- On the floor. - The gun was in his mouth.

The coward freaked at the thought of facing us.

- If we'd surprised him, maybe he'd be alive. - Back up.

You're saying that the gun was still in his mouth.

His finger was on the trigger. It was awful.

And where's the gun now?

I buried it in my backyard.

That's a good place for it.

Unbelievable.

- They're lying. - How do you know?

They've been lying since day one. They should have a dozen Oscars by now.

- I know what those are. - Suicide? Mm-mm.

Birdshot or not, every self-inflicted I've seen, the guy shoots himself and drops the gun.

It's an automatic reaction. Bang, drop. No way the gun ends up in his mouth.

- Then we'd better go dig up the gun. - Seeley.

I'll get the ball rolling.

- Was that Dr Brennan? - Uh-huh. Why are you here?

Are you gonna coach Parker's T-ball team this year?

- I always coach Parker's T-ball team. - I didn't wanna assume...

What is going on here, Rebecca? Because I thought we agreed here.

We cannot end up groping each other in the FBI closet. We can't do that.

- We're done. - I know.

Really?

Seeley, all the excuses I gave you for not wanting to get married,

my independence, your work...

- I know. - No, you don't.

You are a wonderful father.

And Parker is a lucky kid. Such a lucky kid.

And, obviously, we still have feelings for each other.

Do you still wanna marry me?

Rebecca...

No, I don't.

I don't wanna marry you, either.

Here are the forms for T-ball.

- I'll miss you. - Yeah. Yeah, I'm gonna miss you too.

You know what I'm gonna miss the most?

Yeah, but let's not go there.

OK. DNA on the barrel confirms it was in Larry's mouth at some point.

Well, I still don't buy it. Kickback alone would've forced it out.

- Unless he was dead before the shot. - Well, yeah, that's true, but...

- Wait, what? - The inside of Larry's skull is pitted.

Which I had always attributed to the effects of the lye.

But each hole matches with the birdshot, right down to these specks of copper.

- Are you saying that it was suicide? - I would, except the holes are void of blood.

Which would suggest they were inflicted after blood stopped pumping through Larry's head.

- Keep talking. I'll catch up. - Unlike this blunt-force trauma,

no shortage of blood here, proving he was dead before he was shot.

So now we're talking about a faked homicide to cover up a faked suicide?

A faked suicide meant to cover up an actual original murder.

Just when you think things couldn't get more twisted...

- How's this for a curve ball? - In walks Cam.

After retrieving and reassembling every tooth from that tub,

I now discover I have one extra.

- Well, this is not a tooth. It's a crown. - Exactly.

- Any of your women missing one? - Not that I could see.

Well, it wouldn't be theirs anyway. It's sized for a man.

- I knew that. - A man's tooth and it's not Larry's.

It's not a tooth, it's a crown. Whereby a dentist files down an existing tooth...

I know what a crown is, Bones.

Except Pete called it a root canal.

Pete.

There. Look who's here. Returning to the scene of the crime.

Funny. I was gonna say that to you. OK, boys, that's lunch. Let's go.

Why? No, no. I'm talking about that.

- Look at my wall. Who's gonna pay for that? - Let's find out. Smile, Pete.

- Back off! What's this about? - Temporary crown, maxillary central incisor.

- Turn around, Pete. - Like I know how Larry got in that tub?

On that detail, we're quite sure you don't.

Making that look on your face when you saw it all the more priceless.

- I didn't know what... - Let me tell you what I know.

I know Larry owed you 85 grand.

So Friday night you come here to have a talk to him about it.

About the same time he gets a phone call from his very unhappy wives.

- Wives? - Yeah. Which puts Larry in a really bad place.

So when you ask him, "Hey, where's my money?" he blows you off.

Like he has more important things to worry about.

Bad enough that Larry rips you off, but he disrespects you on top of it?

- That's not gonna happen. - It got physical.

Larry knocked your crown loose and you shoved him down here,

where he hit his head on the socket casing.

I... I... I swear he didn't land hard.

With his OI condition, it didn't matter. Wouldn't take much.

- It was an accident. I'm sorry. - So sorry you had to cover it up?

Stick a shotgun in his mouth and make manslaughter look like suicide.

The guy had ripped me off for enough. I couldn't let him ruin me too.

And you can live with that?

You can live with anything if you don't think too hard.

Let's try this again, Pete. Turn around.

How did he get in the tub? It's been driving me nuts.

You know what? Try not to think about it.

Come on.

The irony is that I cannot think of a single woman who would want three husbands.

Good thing. A guy would never be stupid enough to let it happen.

Excuse me. These women were not stupid. And that is completely gross.

But comfy.

- Welcome back, by the way. - What?

After two days of inappropriate comments, you're judging me for gross behaviour.

- When am I ever appropriate? - Good point.

Maybe it was just the judging me I missed.

Ah, the woman I know and love...

In a purely nonromantic, happy-to-be-judged way.

Well... Anyway...

- These women. - Right. Not stupid.

And, frankly, that they allowed themselves to be duped

is a sad statement on how lean the market is out there.

- I resent that. I'm out there. - You certainly are.

How not stupid could they have been to think they could get away with faking a murder?

Or how compassionate to recognise they were all in the same boat?

Why let Larry take his insurance money with him?

A lot of good it'll do him in jail.

- So, how did it end up with Rebecca? - Well, yeah, it ended.

The only time we'll spend together is with Parker.

- Sure that's what you want? - It might be all anthropology to you,

but there are certain people you can't sleep with.

I mean, you can pretend that it's just sex.

You can lie to yourself and say that it's all good.

But there's too many strings and... and too much at stake, you know?

Too much to lose.

Yeah. I can see that.

It's over.

I'd appreciate, you know, your support in that.

I will. And if you should slip, I will keep my mouth shut about it.

Thank you.

- But it's not like I'm gonna... - I mean with anybody.

I'm sure Rebecca's not your only option for satisfying biological urges.

Please tell me these women are not going to jail.

After trying to bilk the insurance, it's a firing squad.

- Not if they never filed a claim. - Because our friends here caught them.

Given their kids and their circumstances, the DA is gonna offer probation,

provided that all three women show remorse and attend mandatory counselling.

In exchange for movie rights, I hope. You know they'll get calls.

I hope so.

Hey, nice going, by the way. Cam tells me you're back with your ex.

- Cam? - Mm.

Cam in her office?

I said something wrong.

- Would it be gossip if I told you? - I hope so.

# The spark in your eyes

# Sets my soul on fire

# Your voice is like the heavens above

Wow. That was...

That was...

- Wicked. - Yeah.

- And a huge mistake. - Not if we don't do it again.

- Deal. - Deal. After tonight, I mean.

- Never again. - No.

What's that mean?

ENGLISH SDH