All language subtitles for Bones S04E22 The Double Death of the Dearly Departed

Jeez. The poor guy was only 50.

They say cause of death was cardiac
failure resulting from a congenital defect.

You're not gonna talk like that
when we get there, right?

- Like what?
- You know, it's a wake, Bones.

It's not a crime scene.
You know, "I'm sorry for your loss.

"How are you holding up?" Stuff like that.

I know. I just don't agree
with the social convention

which requires us to attend
a daylong grieving ritual,

simply because the deceased
worked at the Jeffersonian.

Try not to say "the deceased."

It's not like any of us
actually knew this Dr. Reilly personally.

I knew him. It was Hank.
Hank was a prince.

I talked to him just last week
about Michelle.

- How to get her to stop smoking.
- She's smoking? She's smoking what?

Cigarettes. I've been her legal guardian
for a month, and I'm already a total failure.

She's 16.
She's just trying to test you, that's all.

Maybe we should just focus on Hank.

I think I remember him.
Curly blond hair, blue eyes, glasses...

Nope. Dark hair, balding.

You don't even work at the Jeffersonian.
How do you know him?

The guy ran
the best fantasy football league in DC.

Man. Man, I still owe him 20 bucks.

Come to think about it, you know what?
He owed me 20 bucks.

Great. How am I gonna get that now?

There are a lot of people here
whom I recognize.

Well, they're from work, honey.

There's Amy Valeska.
That's Hank's assistant.

She looks really upset.

Grief can be very difficult to process,
so if anyone needs to talk...

- That's why they have booze, Sweets.
- Right.

Hank's mother over there is very rich.
Something to do with dry cleaning.

Dr. Temperance Brennan?

- Yes. Hello.
- Hank said you worked at the museum,

but I didn't think you'd be here.
I'm Barney, Hank's brother.

- I'm sorry for your loss.
- I'm sorry for your loss.

Yeah. I'm an author. A writer, like you.
I mean, I write thrillers.

I've read all of yours.

Ladies and gentlemen, after you take
a moment with the deceased,

please join us in the family room
for refreshments and reminiscences.

Sounds good.

Sorry, Hank, but she's still smoking.

- Go up. Pay your respects.
- I know.

Okay, Bones,
you really suck at this.

You are staring way too long
at this guy, okay?

People are gonna start thinking
you have a thing for him.

- This man was murdered.
- Heart attack.

- No.
- He had a heart attack.

No, Booth.
This man was murdered.

Hank Reilly did not die
from congenital heart failure.

He was murdered.

What is that? This is whiskey!

Well, it's a wake, Bones, okay?
There's drinking involved.

We should remain clearheaded
so we can solve the murder.

- Code word, okay, for "murder"?
- Okay.

I want you to say "translation."
You understand? "Translation."

- Okay.
- Got it?

Someone "translated" Dr. Reilly,
and we have to find out who.

Bones, is there any chance
you just feel bad

about not knowing this guy
like the rest of us did,

so now you're just making it about you
and saying that he was "translated"

instead of, I don't know,
dying of natural causes?

No. There is no chance of that.

What makes you think
he was "translated"?

Okay. The rose that his assistant
placed on his chest had fallen to the side,

so I reached in to put it back,
and I touched him.

- Whoa! You touched him?
- I touch dead people all the time, Booth!

Well, I felt cracked ribs,
left two through four.

- Drink up, will you?
- Why?

- 'Cause I'm hoping you're gonna pass out.
- Booth! We are talking about "translation."

Bones, did you ever think that,
I don't know,

if there was evidence of foul "translation,"
that the coroner would have spotted it?

- Yes.
- Fine. So I'll tell you what.

Tomorrow morning, we will go find
the guy who did the autopsy

- and we'll ask him questions.
- No, no, no, Booth.

Dr. Reilly's scheduled
to be cremated this afternoon.

All of the evidence will be destroyed.

We have to get an injunction
so that we can examine the remains.

Now? You want me to take the body now?

- Yes.
- That family will be scarred for life.

Booth, the man has been "translated."

Okay, fine. Fine, fine, fine.
Triple fine, all right?

I'll call for an injunction. In the meantime,
go into the family room there

where they're doing toasts, okay?

- Okay.
- All right. There you go. Bones?

Put on a sad face.

No, sad. Keep that face sad.
That's it. That's it.

I loved Hank Reilly.

I still love him!

And why not? He was

a good husband.

A good man.

The little things are what life's about.
The routine.

Hank said I should ground Michelle,

but I don't want to be the enemy.

She's only been with me for a month,
you know?

Really? Now?

- Right.
- Every morning I brewed his tea for him,

steeped just the amount he liked it.

What am I gonna do now?

In the mornings? Without Hank?

- Is she okay?
- She will be.

I'm Jonah Amayo. Hank and I started
at the Jeffersonian at the same time.

He was head of Egyptology,
I lead the Caribbean Department.

Bones, what are you doing?
Will you stop playing with the body?

- Did you get the injunction?
- No, the judge turned us down.

- Why?
- Why? Because both the paramedics

and the medical examiner said
that Reilly here died of heart failure.

No evidence of "translation."

But I'm contradicting them.
My record and credentials...

Okay, look. The judge said he didn't
want to grant a request to an author

of pulp mystery books just because
she wanted to get a little free publicity.

- There, I said it.
- That man is a fool! They are not pulp!

At least he was right about, you know,
the paramedics and the medical examiner.

I will get the judge the proof he needs.
Just guard the door.

Get away from the body.
Get away from the body!

Guard the door? From what?

You undressed the deceased?

No, I didn't have to. It was slit up the back.
I just had to un-tuck him.

Huh.

There was no mention of this contusion
in the medical examiner's report.

Meaning?

- This bruise was sustained later.
- Corpses don't bruise.

Whoa, wait. So Hank was alive
after he was declared dead?

Sure looks that way.

Where did the body go
after the medical examiner?

The funeral home, for embalming.

We should talk to
the funeral director.

- Hello.
- You mind?

- Booth, Booth!
- What? What?

- The widow and the undertaker.
- What? They were dancing? What?

Sexual intercourse.

How am I supposed
to get sexual intercourse from that?

- It's very obvious.
- Is it? No, this is obvious...

This is my house now,
and I can do who I want in it.

Obviously. Okay, there you go.

- So, you do this stuff a lot?
- It's my job to comfort the bereaved.

Well, it is also your duty
to report any damage the body sustained

during your preparation of it.

When did you take that?
You molested the body?

No.

FBI.

Whoa, FBI?

You want to explain
how the bruises got on that body?

The infusion of embalming fluid increases
sustainability of bruises on the dermis.

A bruise not seen
immediately postmortem

- often presents itself post-embalming.
- Okay, is that good enough for you?

What about the rib breaks?

Rib breaks and sternum cracks,
which I noted in his file,

were the result of Dr. Reilly's assistant
attempting to revive him with CPR

after finding him unconscious in his office.
May I go? I have more work to do.

Right, right. Sure, you have to go
take care of his mother now, too?

So, you still think he was "translated"?

Well, those are not the ribs
that would break during CPR.

- Maybe she was just bad at resuscitation.
- No, Booth, this is "translation."

We need to do a full examination
of the body at the lab.

But we do not have an injunction!

This is a sad day for all of us.

But I think it's important
that we remember

what we loved about Hank, you know?

His sense of humor, of course.

He was always quick with a joke,
good or bad.

Usually bad.

But he...

Oh, my God!

Uh...

Oh, my God!

Hank! Hank is...

Hank is... He's leaving us.

Where is he going from here? Who knows?

But...

Oh...

God, Hank...

It's not fair, you know?

We live life, and we...
We die, and we don't love enough,

and I'm gonna not do that
anymore, 'cause I'm... I...

I need to live and love, and...

Thank you.

Come on. Hurry up, Bones.

Why are you telling me to
hurry up?

Just hurry up
and walk with him, okay?

Your Sequoia was... It was blocked,
so I grabbed Angela's Matrix.

- Is there enough room?
- It'll be fine. There's lots of room.

There we go. In the car. I got him.
Let me just get this stiff in here.

Shouldn't we lie him down?

No, no.
You get stopped, you got a dead corpse.

This way, he just looks drunk.
Okay, one, two, three... Get the legs in.

There we go. Grab the seatbelt.
Plug him in. Watch it. Watch it.

- Wrap him in there, Bones.
- He looks comfy.

- Okay, you got him okay?
- Great.

- All right. See you later.
- Whoa, whoa! Aren't you coming with us?

No, I can't. I gotta make sure
no one looks in the casket, okay? Go.

Go, drive, go.
What are you waiting for? Go!

Hey. Hey, what's going on?

What... What do you mean?

Your toast?
The word "loony" comes to mind.

I was moved and, you know, emotional.

- Tell me what's going on, Jack.
- I thought his toast was wonderful.

See? I was just wonderful, that's all.

We don't love each other enough
in this world.

At least we don't say it enough.
You spoke from the heart.

They should really make an announcement
about this whiskey being 150 proof.

- Amy, you were Dr. Reilly's intern, right?
- Graduate assistant, yes.

It must've been awful when you found him
lying on the office floor.

- Hodgins!
- Was he complaining of chest pains?

Hodgins, what are you?
Possessed by Brennan?

He was fine all morning. When he left
for lunch, I said, "Have a nice lunch,"

and he said, "Thank you. You, too."
And I said...

So you didn't go to lunch together.

No, no. He had a lunch meeting.
Sushi. I hate sushi.

I heard that the mercury in raw fish
can make you stupid.

- Yeah. Who was his lunch meeting with?
- He wouldn't say.

I yelled for help, called 911

and tried to get him breathing
until the paramedics...

Okay.

- Okay. All right.
- Thank you.

- I'm gonna go freshen up now.
- Okay.

Mmm-hmm.

Okay.

Booth just told me
Brennan thinks Hank was murdered,

so he helped her steal the body so Cam
could take it back to the Jeffersonian

to have a look.

Hey, you stole the body?

No, we didn't steal it.
You see, we borrowed it, okay?

Cam and Bones think he was "translated."

- What?
- "Translated." It's code for "murder."

That's how we're saying it today.
"Translated."

Okay. What if somebody
looks in the coffin?

- That's exactly why I'm here.
- Hi, Mrs. Reilly.

Would you excuse me, please?

I have a few private things
to say to my son before he's cremated.

That's really not a great idea
right now, ma'am.

- Why?
- Well, there's a...

The fact is the undertaker...

He didn't graduate
at the top of his class, so...

- But I just saw Hank earlier.
- Yes. Yes, you did,

but the putty that they use
to fill in the face has sort of

melted, and his nose
is sort of going to the side.

And his hair is like Hitler.

- Hitler.
- Hitler?

Listen, I really think it would be best
if you let Mr. Tung fix him up

before you see your son.

- There you are.
- Turn around, Barney. You can't see Hank.

- Not like this.
- Like what?

- Like Hitler.
- What?

Please. We're going. Now.

- Mother, have you been drinking?
- No!

These fractures were
definitely not caused by CPR.

The breaks are more randomly located,

and suggest a sharper impact
than a hard push.

Yes, he was stabbed.

You can see the entry wounds
hidden behind the trocar buttons.

Thirteen in total,

each one sealing up
a cutaneous puncture site,

each one caused by a weapon
three-eighths of an inch in diameter.

Most likely this.

Standard medical trocar,
used in arterial embalming.

Could it just be a poor job of embalming?

Impossible. Over half of these
are nowhere near a vein.

Hank was stabbed seven times
with a trocar while he was still alive.

So Hank Reilly had a heart attack,

was declared dead by the paramedics
and the medical examiner,

- and then sent to an undertaker...
- Where he was stabbed to death.

See, what we have here, Franklin,

is a real-time video link
to the Jeffersonian forensic lab.

So, say hi.

Hello. I'm Dr. Camille Saroyan.
I'm not sure we met.

- That's Mr. Reilly!
- Why did you hide all these stab wounds?

It's my job to make the body presentable.
I did my job.

I did my job. I did my job.

Okay, look, Mr. Tung, what we need
to know is who stabbed Hank Reilly.

I did! It was me!

- You stabbed the corpse?
- It's crazy.

This whole thing is totally crazy.

Maybe I'm crazy. I did acid in high school,
and that's probably why I'm not a doctor.

Okay, listen, just relax.
Just tell me what happened, okay?

It was late. Everyone had gone home
and the body had just come in.

I had cleaned and disinfected him

and was about to administer
the pre-injection to flush his veins,

before I began the arterial embalming.

I went in through the right femoral artery,
when suddenly...

Wham! His eyes opened.
His body jerks up and spasms.

You panicked and stabbed him?

It was a reflex. Have you seen those
zombie movies? They can really warp you.

Okay. You watch zombie movies on acid.

- I was scared.
- I get it.

Sometimes I'm here
in the middle of the night,

and I swear I see
one of these bodies move.

Let me just say, I totally get that.

Okay, guys, listen.
Was Hank Reilly dead or alive?

It wasn't a full autopsy. No need, because
he was declared dead by the hospital.

Cause seemed reasonable,
so the ME just signed off on it.

- Can I go?
- No, you can't go.

Listen, Cam.
How is it that the guy can appear dead

to two sets of medical professionals?

There are several forms of paralysis
which mimic death.

Embalming would've destroyed any trace
of paralytic toxins in his system.

Except...

A trace amount of the toxin may still
be found in the vitreous humor of the eye.

All right, let's go. You can go.
Come on. Out.

Vitreous humor tests positive
for tetrodotoxin.

One hundred times more lethal
than potassium cyanide.

- Naturally occurring.
- But he wasn't dead.

Yet. That occurs anywhere from
20 minutes to eight hours after ingestion.

Until then,
heart and respiratory rates mimic death.

Tung hits a nerve
while tapping the femoral,

- Reilly bolts up still in a coma...
- And Franklin Tung stabs and kills him.

But somebody else poisoned him first.

Hank Reilly was in a paralytic state
mimicking death

when Franklin Tung inserted the trocar,
causing Hank Reilly to spasm

in such a way that he actually sat up
on the embalming table.

So technically,
Franklin Tung committed manslaughter,

while somebody else
committed attempted murder.

- What did you find at the lab?
- Tetris hydrogen.

- Tetrodotoxin.
- That's what I said.

Tetrodotoxin does have limited
medical uses as a treatment

- for some cardiac arrhythmias.
- Hank had a congenital heart condition.

So is this tetrahockalin thing common?

- Tetrodotoxin.
- That's what I said!

It's a controlled substance.

Angela, maybe you could access
the FDC database,

see if Hank
was ever prescribed tetrodotoxin.

- I need a computer.
- Use mine. Come on. In the car. Come on.

If anybody comes in here,
do not let them look in that casket!

Do you understand? All right?

So while I'm here,
mind if I erase a few parking tickets?

No, I'll tell you what. I'm not gonna relax
until we get Hank's body

back in that casket, all right?

- Here's something.
- What?

Three milligrams of tetrodotoxin

was delivered to the Jeffersonian
three weeks ago.

Wait a second. Hank had
his heart medicine delivered to work?

No, it wasn't Hank. Delivery was accepted
by Dr. Jonah Amayo in Caribbean Studies.

Dr. Amayo, I'd like you
to meet my associate, Seeley Booth.

I'm aware, Dr. Brennan.
The two of you are fairly well-known.

Right. Dr. Brennan tells me
the Jeffersonian is shutting down

your department after this quarter.

I'm sure you've heard of this thing
called the economy,

which is in another thing called the toilet.

You were going to have to report
to Hank Reilly.

Until he died
and everything went back to normal.

You think I'm happy Hank died?
He was my best friend.

Why did you order
three milligrams of tetrodotoxin?

- Why are you interrogating me?
- I work with the FBI. See, that's what I do.

- Hey, where have you guys been?
- Not now, Sweets, please.

Your field is the anthropological
study of Caribbean culture.

How does a class-one neurotoxin
assist with that?

I got it! Neurotoxins are widely believed
to cause the trance state

in reported cases of Haitian zombiism,
am I right?

I'm right, right?

- Zombies?
- There are no such things as zombies.

Just an island superstition.

And now you've managed to insult
an entire culture and their belief system.

She does that to everyone.

Dr. Amayo's work in voodoo and Santeria
is fascinating.

And a little scary.

You people need to work
on your small-talk skills. Excuse me.

- Whoa. What was that all about?
- Fugu.

That's really not very nice.

Tetrodotoxin is biologically derived
from tetraodontidae. Puffer fish.

So, what?

It's a Japanese delicacy known as fugu.

Hank Reilly had sushi for lunch
at a place called Sushi Momo.

King of the funeral.

Right.

There. So, nobody looks inside the casket,
okay, Mr. Tung?

- How do I do that?
- Just... Well, Bones, how does he do that?

Say someone enters and desires to gaze
upon the visage of their dead relative

one more time in a vain effort
to say goodbye to someone

who can neither see nor hear them,

because there's no such thing
as a soul or...

Bones, just... Bones, just give him
a reason not to show the body.

"We are encountering fluid seepage
at the moment,

"and the body is not available
for viewing just now."

- I would never phrase it that way.
- I know, it's perfect! It's so gross.

- Brennan.
- I'm done!

I'm gonna need some transport
for me and my friend.

- What friend?
- I meant Hank. I was being oblique.

- Right after we get back from sushi.
- Sushi? You're going for sushi?

So, do you serve puffer fish?

- Fugu.
- Blowfish? No, we're unlicensed.

We're investigating
a tetrodotoxin poisoning.

- Fugu.
- We do not serve fugu. I promise.

Did someone die
who ate at my restaurant?

Dr. Hank Reilly.

Hank? He just had lunch with us
the other day.

Do you know who he ate lunch with?

It was a woman. She told him something,
and he got very upset.

Tell us anything else about her?

Not really.
She had a haircut like Cleopatra.

Excuse me, I'm looking for my friends.

I apologize, but we are encountering
some slight fluid seepage at the moment,

and the body will not be available
for viewing just now.

Sir, I'm a trained psychologist.

- You're obviously under a lot of strain.
- You might say that.

You know, dealing with grief and loss
everyday can take its toll.

You have no idea.

In some cases, one might
even take responsibility for the death,

as if it were their own fault.

- Are you messing with me?
- No. No, no, I'm just saying I understand.

Human behavior can surprise us all.

You might think
that you have everything under control,

and then boom,
you're blindsided by the unknown.

- Totally.
- It's perfectly natural, okay?

You have absolutely nothing
to feel guilty about.

Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you.

Were you very close to the deceased?

Yeah, but I'm a lot closer to his wife.

- Well, we'll be there as soon as we can.
- Everybody was all, "Hurry up, Cam!"

Now I'm twiddling my thumbs here
with a stolen body.

I can't lug him back on my own.

We'll come and get you
right after we talk to Cleopatra.

Have you seen a woman
that looks like Cleopatra?

What's going on? I sense that
you two are holding something back.

Yes. Yes, you are.

Okay. We stole Hank's body in order
to confirm that he was murdered.

- "Translated."
"Translated."

- You're totally yanking my chain.
- Nope. The undertaker stabbed him.

What? The same undertaker
that's been telling everyone

that the body's been leaking?

Okay. I may have told him
that murder is nothing to worry about.

I didn't know.

That's great. You know what?
If you want to help out, go find Hodgins,

bring him back to the lab, get the body

and bring it back into the casket
without anyone noticing it.

Wait. What? Why?

So that the poisoner doesn't figure out
what we're up to and run away.

Duh.

- There's a poisoner and a stabber?
- Stop!

- Shut up!
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Can you get lost?
- Why?

I can be devastatingly charming
if you aren't watching me.

Oh.

Okay.

We haven't really met.
I don't know too many people around here.

- I'm Erin Miller.
- Hi. Seeley Booth.

- I'm the Reilly family's estate lawyer.
- Right, right. You mind?

Sure.

You had lunch with Hank
the day that he died.

Must have been terrible.

Yeah, it was terrible.

It wasn't a very pleasant lunch.

You guys argued?

Yeah, but, you know, not personally.
Lawyer stuff. I can't really discuss it.

No, no, of course not.

But you do know
that professional arguments

don't count in a situation like this.

- They don't?
- No.

If it was just business,
there's nothing to be guilty about.

Hank would totally understand.

- Well, thank you, Mr. Booth.
- Welcome.

Wow. He's really dead.

That happens here in the autopsy room.

Hey, bud,
someday you'll have your last lunch, too.

Yeah, but the thing is,
they don't usually look like people

- after you get your hands on them.
- Thank you so much.

Okay, ready? One, two, three.

By the way,
Hank wasn't killed by his lunch.

What? Wait, it wasn't the fugu
in his hand roll?

No. Toxins slowed his digestion,

and the remains were well-preserved
by the formaldehyde and ethanol.

- Tuna, salmon, yellowtail, and eel-cut roll.
- Really? What did he have for breakfast?

His wife said Hank didn't eat breakfast,
just a cup of tea.

Well, I did find some stray tealeaves.

His strainer
must not have worked very well.

He still has a face. He's smiling.
A bit too much, maybe.

Hey, I'm a pathologist, not an undertaker.
I did the best I could.

Adjust his smile. Be my guest.

If there wasn't any sign of poison
in the food in his stomach,

then it had to have come
from his morning tea.

Probably the best way to deliver poison.

- Amazing grace
- Amazing grace

- How sweet the sound
- How sweet the sound

- That saved a wretch like me
- That saved a wretch like me

See, Cleopatra there is the family estate
lawyer. She handles the mother's will.

She argued with Hank Reilly
at his last lunch.

Mmm-hmm.

Business. My guess,
problems with the will.

Oh.

You mean because the old lady's
so close to death.

Yeah, that's not the nicest way
of putting it, Bones, but, yeah.

Well, look at her, Booth.
It's amazing that she can still stand.

There are two heirs to the money
when she dies.

- There's Hank and his brother, Barney.
- Do you think Barney killed Hank?

Why don't you go ask him?

Why? Is it because I'm an attractive
and sexy young woman

who will loosen his tongue?

Well, definitely, of course, there's that,
but also he wants you to publish his book.

- But now I'm found
- But now I'm found

- Was blind, but now I see
- Was blind, but now I see

What a lovely voice you have, Dr. Brennan.

Yes, I know. Please, call me Temperance.

So, tell me about your book.

Well, Temperance, the latest one
is called Dark Tactical. A real nail-biter.

A deadly game of cat and mouse between
two SWAT guys.

One's good, the other isn't.

Does that sound like something
you'd be interested

- in presenting to your publisher?
- No.

Too edgy?

The concept is contrived and tired.

Oh.

That's what my publisher would say,
but in reality, it's...

- Too edgy?
- Too... Yes.

Perhaps you should publish
your novel yourself.

- I can't afford that.
- You have an inheritance coming.

Well, that's true. The whole thing, too.

You mean instead of splitting it
with Hank?

Splitting it? You mean in half? No way.
Me and Hank were stepbrothers.

Hardly any of it was coming to me.

90% was going to Hank and Helen.
Nothing Mom could do about it, either.

- What about now?
- Well, half to Helen, half to me.

I can publish my book! To Hank Reilly!

Admit it.

- Just admit it!
- Helen, please stop this.

Don't you call me Helen, you little tramp!
I am Mrs. Reilly to you. Mrs. Hank Reilly.

- Please. Hank is gone.
- I know he's gone! He was my husband.

Which is why I am Mrs. Hank Reilly,
and you are Mr. Hank's skank!

Then show him some respect
for once in your life!

- What is going on?
- Just normal funeral stuff.

So you respected my husband,
is that it?

Of course I respected him.

I see. And exactly how
many times a week did you respect him?

This is not the time
nor the place, Helen!

Get out of my house! Go back
to your one-bedroom brothel and die!

Okay. Come on. Come on.

- Get his legs.
- Okay. Okay.

- Got him?
- Okay.

Down, down.

- Good.
- Can you do this without me?

- What?
- Why?

He'll help you.

You were nothing to him!

Then why did he want to make love to me
and not you?

Hank, you are my hero.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey!
How about a little help here? Seriously.

Do you really want to watch them fight?
Hey! Hold it!

Hey, hey! Come on, easy! Hold it! Hold it!

Hold it.

Do you think this is the way Hank
would want to see his wake end? No!

This isn't about you, or you,
or you, or you!

This is about him! It's about Hank!
Do you think he'd want to see this?

I'm pretty sure he would.
Especially if they were in Jell-O.

He wouldn't want to see us fight!

He'd want us to sing!

Swing low, sweet chariot

Comin' for to carry me...

Hank, Hank home

- Swing low, sweet chariot
- Swing low, sweet chariot

- Only loose tea? No bags?
- No bags.

Cam found loose tealeaves
in the stomach contents.

Here's another one.
"Malty Orange Assam."

Throw it in there.
We'll test it for the fugu poison.

Comin' for to carry Hank home

Comin' for to carry Hank home

Sing it, brother!

My friends, I'll be coming to you soon

Comin' for to carry me home

Hey, hey!

Swing low, sweet chariot

Okay.

Hank Reilly was killed by a cup of tea.

Do you think he's smiling too much?

I think he just looks like
he's enjoying the party.

His funeral?

Where are his glasses?

He wore glasses? God.

Before I leave, could I say
a little something to Hank now?

Yeah, sure. Step right on up.

He looks

happy.

- You did a wonderful job.
- Thank you.

How should I know what kind of tea
Hank drank that morning?

You said you brewed it for him every day.
Part of your routine.

That was in the eulogy speech.
No one tells the truth in a eulogy speech.

- All right. Well, then who did make his tea?
- Hank did it himself.

The water had to be
the perfect temperature.

Hank was very particular
about his tea.

If there's nothing else,
I'm exhausted.

His wife was cheating on him.

- He cheated on her.
- The assistant is still in play.

- What about the lawyer?
- She seemed very nice.

Yeah, all right, so we are far
from an arrest here. Understand, people?

Well, at least we got Franklin Tung.

He didn't mean to kill anyone.
That's the... Cam?

- You here?
- What?

I'm sorry.

This smoking thing with Michelle.
How do people be parents?

Did you ever think that this is her way
of trying to stop you from smoking?

- No. Cam doesn't smoke, right?
- You stop, she'll stop. It's that simple.

Plus, you know what?
She's doing you a favor.

Great. So I go from a smoking issue
to a chocolate cake and ice-cream issue?

You know what? You just
give it your best shot, and that's all.

Nobody knows about the poison in the tea
except us. Right?

The murderer does.

When crops failed, the ancient Pothigai
in southern India believed

that one of them might be possessed
by an evil spirit.

They would find out which one
by passing around a poison

which would kill only demons.

The person who refused
to drink the poison was proven possessed.

Okay. Is this another way
to get me to quit smoking?

Because it's done. I quit.

You know what? You are a genius, Bones.
Absolute genius.

I know.

And though
the human remains of Henry Reilly

will not physically rest here,

his soul will remain with the generations
of his family, here and in heaven.

I'd like to add something.
I missed my chance at the wake.

- I'd like to make up for it.
- No objections from the family?

Hank Reilly specialized in Egyptian
embalming rituals and practices.

He was an expert in grieving.

Hank would appreciate nothing more than
the most common of funerary practices,

the raising of a glass.

It's not alcohol,
but an even more ancient drink.

Tea.

- Hank's greatest passion.
- Thank you.

Aside from sex.

I took the liberty of bringing this tea
from Hank's personal stash.

It's the same tea he drank
on his last day with all of us.

I can think of no better way of saying adieu

than to share one last cup of tea
with Hank.

- To Hank.
- To Hank.

- To Hank.
- No!

Mom? What are you doing?

You poisoned your own son?

- What?
- Mom, what's going on?

He wasn't my son.
It wasn't fair of your father.

He worked it so you got nothing!
He got everything.

- You killed Hank?
- The old lady killed Hank?

- This is my fault.
- God. This is why I hate funerals.

This is why I love them.

I told Hank that Annie
was trying to get around the will

by siphoning money
into a separate trust for Barney.

But it was illegal.

If you kept your nosy trap shut,
Hank would still be alive!

Bob, this is all your fault.

You brought this on yourself.

Do what you're going to do.

What's the worst that could happen?

Mom, Mom, Mom.

One thing for sure, Barney.
Your mother loved you.

She used her own heart medicine
to kill your brother

so you would get your fair share.
She mixed it in his tea.

And she died because she ran out
of her medicine killing him.

Ma. I would've done fine.

Hank, I didn't want the money this way.

I know you would've done right by me.
I know it.

Would you excuse me, please?

Of course.

He wants to be alone
with his mother and brother.

Well, by that way of thinking,
he wants to be alone with every person

who has ever died.

Look, if I die, I want you to do me a favor.

Well, you will die, Booth. It's inevitable.

All right, whatever, Bones.
When I inevitably drop dead before you,

I'd like you to come out and, you know,
spend some time and talk to me

every once in a while.

Well, I'll feel foolish,
knowing that you can't hear me.

Promise me.

- I promise.
- Hey, there you go!

You agreed. I didn't think you would agree.
Now, why did you agree?

I believe that if I pretended you were
still here, I'd feel better for a moment.

Also, speaking to you would require me

to figuratively look at myself
through your eyes,

again, temporarily, and I think that would
make me live my life more successfully.

You know what, Bones? That is the best
thing that anyone has ever said about me.

I'll say it at your wake.

It's raining now. Come on.
Get under the umbrella, it's raining.

Just make sure
when they put me in the ground, I'm dead.

- Yeah, no problem.
- All right?

Maybe, you know,
leave my body out for a few hours,

and check on me every once in awhile.

No, I'd rather refrigerate you,
or else you'd start to smell.

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