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[ Man ] Okay, Dr. Brennan,
Agent Booth.

Together. A little closer.

Okay. Yeah.
That's perfect. Beautiful.

Now keeping your backs straight,

- I want you each
to lean forward.
- No.

Excuse me? Come on, Booth.

I'm sure this is just
one of those meaningless
exercises...

meant to illustrate
the importance
of supporting each other.

We agreed
to see another therapist,

not be action figures
for a 12-year-old.

I'm 22, Agent Booth.

I have a doctorate in psychology
from the University
of Pennsylvania...

where my dissertation
on the effects of job stress
was published--

That's great. I'm sure Mom's
really proud of you, Sweets.

Dr. Sweets, or Lance, you know,
if you're more comfortable
with informality.

But I'd prefer out of respect
for each other and the process
of psychotherapy,

that we at least try to, uh--

Sign the forms
so I can get out of this suit
and I can have a Saturday night.

I don't care how young you are.

- I've never believed
in psychotherapy.
- [ Groans ]

Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan,
this isn't a game.

The F.B.I. is considering
severing your partnership.

What? Why?

Why? Dude, you arrested
her father.

He was just doing his job.
Yeah, but come on.

He, like--
He arrested your father!

He's gonna have to be
a witness against him.

Circumstances such as these
tend to stir up a lot
of scary feelings.

I don't have "scary feelings."

[ Mockingly ]
Maybe you need a little
night-light at night to sleep.

Agent Booth, you've been
trying to intimidate me since
the moment you stepped in here.

And you've succeeded.

Don't scare the boy, Booth.

Now I need you both
to, uh, fill out...
He's a little--

these questionnaires
and get 'em back to me.

Don't share your answers.

Uh, it'll help me evaluate...

whether Dr. Brennan's services
should be assigned
to a new agent.

- That's not gonna happen.
- Like it or not, Agent Booth,

I'm the therapist in charge
of this case.

So I suggest that
we work in cooperation
rather than conflict.

I can cooperate.

Good. Agent Booth?

I'm still gonna call you Sweets.

Yep.

It's some kind
of personality test.

I can't believe
he gave us homework.
You know, probably his.

What kind of kid works
on a Saturday night?

Oh, that's my fault.
I told him I wasn't
available during the week.

Well, why'd you go
and do that, you know? I had
seats right behind the dugout.

[ Cell Phone Rings ] Booth.

Ah! Don't look on my paper!

Okay. Yeah. Got it.

Well, there's only one thing
more fun than, uh, therapy
on a Saturday night.

And that's a dead body.

[ Siren Wailing ]

[ Chattering ]

Look at all the cars.
I thought the V.A.
hospital was closed.

Well, it is, Bones.
But I mean, come on.

It's the weekend. All right?

An abandoned building surrounded
by acres of secluded land. Huh?

Use your imagination.

Teenagers. Hormones.

You're saying they're here
to fornicate. Yes.

Nice image. Very, uh, Biblical.

These two were on their way
to a romantic encounter
under the stars...

and literally tripped
over the remains.

I'm guessing
that killed the mood.

I've got patchy tissue.

But this level of decomp...
[ Booth ] Whoa!

pushes things
into your territory.

I haven't touched it yet.
Definitely not homeless.

[ Booth ]
Nice watch, good shoes.
At least what's left of them.

Male, middle-aged.

Level of decomp would suggest
he's been out here
a few weeks, but--

I don't get it. Kids come in
here every night. And they're
just noticing him now?

- Dumped at the top of the hill?
- And he rolled down?

That would explain the amount
of fresh mud and leaves
on the body.

These bones are still greasy.
Did you take
an internal temperature?

With this degree of decomp,
why would it matter?

Maybe he hasn't been dead
as long as he looks.

The body is still radiating
a lot of heat.

- Wow, you're not kidding.
- We used to use
the local golf course.

I remember taking
Marianne Molano
to the ninth-hole sand trap.

She had long hair
all the way back to her--

You are so gonna regret
telling this story.

- [ Thermometer Beeps ]
- Okay. Now, what do you got?

127 degrees?

Wow. That's really not normal.

No. That's way past
"really not normal."

- You're saying that before
the body was dumped, it was--
- Cooked.

- Cooked?
- Cooked.

[ Camera Shutter Clicks ]

Has it occurred to either of you
this might be another victim
in the Widow's Son case?

Based on what?
Because the victim is cooked
like an entrée.

- Same as that guy in Germany.
- There's no evidence here
to suggest cannibalism.

No bite marks. No condiments.

We have a bullet hole
in the sternum, Dr. Brennan.

What guy in Germany?
Ran a computer ad online.

Said he was looking
for someone to eat.

There's an excessive amount
of mud and debris
from the dump site.

Makes it difficult to get
a clear view of the injury.

Yeah, tell me about it. I have
to separate and distinguish...

particulates and insects from
the body's original location.

People actually
replied to the ad? Oh, yeah.

- Guy ended up feasting
on a computer engineer.
- That's extremely disturbing.

Well, hello, my exotic princess.

What a charmingly
inappropriate greeting,
Dr. Hodgins.

I think he's talking to a bug.

Well, now I feel a bit...
rejected.

Looks like something
from the Nitidulidae family.

Where did you come from,
you gorgeous creature?

And do you have any friends?

Boy, he melted like ice cream on
a hot summer day.

So, when do I get
my turn with him?

Oh, we should be finished
within 20 minutes.

Excellent. Wow. I'm finding
a large concentration...

of bristletails and
harvester ants dead
by the victim's feet.

- That is odd.
- The guy was cooked, Hodgins.

"Odd" is kind of
a relative term.

Hey.

Angela called,
and she wanted me to--

Hey, is that the test
from Dr. Sweets?

Yes. What'd you put
for number seven?

Because I put
12 to 15 times a day.

And now I'm thinking
I really misunderstood
the question.

We're not supposed
to discuss our answers.

Come on, Bones.
The teacher's not
in the room. Let me see.

Is this how you got through
school, Booth?

No. Well, maybe algebra. But--

Hey, Booth. I got your I.D.

Franklin Curtis, age 54.

His wife, Margie,
reported him missing yesterday.

Oh, Augusta County. He was rich.

Yeah. Founder of the Natural Sun
Organic Supermarket chain.

There's one near my apartment.
Excellent selection
of local produce.

Totally overpriced.
A carrot is a carrot.

Hey, it's worth it.
Organic. There's no pesticides.

It's from sustainable farms.
Every time that I buy something
there, I feel so virtuous.

Guy started off with a single
roadside produce stand...

which he grew into
a nationwide supermarket chain.

- An organic capitalist.
- Ambition like that is bound
to create a few enemies.

I tested fabric samples
from the victim's pants.

They were covered
with chloropicrin.

Why the pinchy face, Bones?

Franklin Curtis built his whole
career on organic produce.
And chloropicrin--

Is a pesticide.

I was at a yoga retreat
with my daughter.

When Frank didn't answer
the phone, I got worried.

Here, Mom. Ignatia imara.

It's a homeopathic remedy
for grief.

When we came home,
there was a cup of herbal tea
on the counter...

as if he'd just...
stepped out for a moment.

I noticed the fields
as we drove in.
You still operate the farm?

No matter how big
the business got,

Dad always wanted to remember
how it all started.

Your farm, it's certified
organic, correct?

- No pesticides,
besides natural predators?
- Of course.

Your husband, was he having
any personal problems,
recent arguments?

No. Everybody loved Frank.

- Mom?
- Your dad was a wonderful man.

My dad was kind of obsessed.

He'd pressure conventional
farmers to go organic.

"Pressure" makes it sound so--

He was an extremely
generous man.

He offered to support them
financially while they made
the transition.

What if a farmer
didn't want to switch?

Dad would turn things over
to his lawyers.

They'd find some legal loophole.
Property taxes, zoning,
who knows.

Eventually, Dad would just
buy them out.

And he'd force people
off their land?

I see.

Any farmers he was trying
to convert?

Yeah, Mr. Harding?
Something I can help you with?

Yeah. F.B.I.
Special Agent Seeley Booth.

This here's my partner,
Dr. Temperance Brennan.

We'd like to ask you
a few questions about
Franklin Curtis.

You can tell that son of a bitch
that the only crop...

that will ever grow
on this land is tobacco.

I don't give a crap
how many suits he sends
over here to scare me.

He didn't send us, Mr. Harding.
Franklin Curtis is dead.

Well, I wish I could
muster up some remorse.

Wow. No love loss between
the two of you, I see.

The man was trying to kick me
off of my own land.

My family's been on this farm
for over 150 years.

Tobacco built this country.

Yet these self-righteous
eco-hippies have the nerve
to look down their nose at us!

- Did you see Frank
last Thursday?
- Not that I can recall.

Really? Because Virginia
Pesticide Control Board
reports...

that you registered
an application of chloropicrin
to your field last Thursday.

Same day Frank disappeared. So?

It's a fumigant insecticide.
It's perfectly legal.

- It was all over
Frank's clothing.
- All... over.

Okay, he did come over.

He said he was giving me
one last chance before
he started playing dirty.

I was spraying the fields.
I may have accidentally aimed
the chem hose at him.

"Accidentally?"
Look. I swear I wasn't
trying to hurt him.

I just wanted him
off my property. You understand?

Who the hell was he
to take my land from me?

Huh?

[ Booth ] I'm just saying
the guy had a point.

If pesticides are so bad for us,
then how come people
live longer now...

than they did before
they used pesticides?

You're oversimplifying
an enormously complex issue.

[ Chuckles ] Meaning you don't
have a good answer.

The arguments in favor
of organic farming aren't
just about food safety.

They're about prevention
of soil erosion,

protection of water quality,
carbon emissions from shipping,
not to mention--

Whatever. You know what?
You're not gonna see me paying
four dollars for a tomato.

You know, a researcher
at the University of Florida...

proved that alligators who swim
in pesticide-contaminated
waters...

have smaller genitalia than
their clean-water counterparts.

No way. Way.

See? Right there.

There's some kind of
pattern on what's left
of the skin tissue.

I'm hoping a more
artistic eye than mine
can make sense of it.

Regular circular shapes,
cross-hatching.

I'd say button marks.
Like buttons from
the victim's shirt...

were pressed into his flesh
while he decomposed.

Yes. That's exactly
what they are.

Glad to help.

Here's the thing though.

Our victim's clothing
doesn't have any buttons.

[ Booth ] Yeah, and this whole
environmental footprint thing.

Right? I mean, why shouldn't
I leave a footprint?

I'm here, right? Hey,
why should I have fewer rights
than any other species?

Hey, Bones,
you know, we're having
a lively discussion here.

Tobacco has to be cured.
Yeah, I know. And it kills you.

We're on the same side
with that one.

Curing at tobacco farms
is done in curing barns
using indirect fired burners.

Wow. So if Frank's body
were in Harding's curing barn,

that would explain
how it got cooked.

[ Cell Phone Rings ] Ah.

Brennan.

That should be enough to get
a warrant to search the farm.

- There's what?
- Skin slippage.

Our victim was pressed up
against another body.

And during whatever heating
process the two went through,

the second corpse's tissue
basically melted
onto our victim.

Uh, thanks.
What? You got big news
from the nerd posse?

When we search the tobacco farm,
we'll be looking for more
than the murder site.

We'll be looking
for a second victim.

[ Chattering ]

- [ Sensors Beeping ]
- [ Dog Whining ]

I'm making lemonade. [ Booth ]
Lemonade?

It's awful hot today.
[ Chuckles ]

It's an intrusion, Elizabeth.
Not a garden party.
Agent Booth, ma'am.

Elizabeth Harding.
Pleasure to meet you.

- Listen, we won't be
any longer than we have to.
- Shame about Mr. Curtis.

- Uh, we don't have to talk
to them, Elizabeth.
- Don't mind Mr. Grouchy.

Did you know Mr. Curtis
personally? Oh, of course.

Although maybe not as personally
as he might have liked.
Elizabeth!

How's that?
Andy didn't tell you?

Oh, he gets so jealous.
No reason.
Looks aren't everything.

Mr. Curtis was a big flirt.
Always making passes at me.

- It didn't seem relevant.
- And right under
his poor wife's nose too.

Fool thought he could
get me to convince Andy
to sell the farm.

- Elizabeth!
- Oh, don't you start again.

When I told Andy,
I don't think I have
ever seen him so mad.

What a temper you have.
Thank you, Mrs. Harding.

You have been very helpful.
Tell Andy.

He doesn't think I
can do anything right.

So, how many lemonades?

Oh. How many lemonades?

Make a pitcher. Great.

[ Device Beeping ]

I put solar panels on my house,
compact fluorescents
in every socket...

and still feel guilty
when I use a paper napkin.

I've been looking
at low-impact housing.

I saw a freestanding house
that was 118 square feet.

This entry to the sternum
might not be a bullet hole.
Wait, wait, wait.

118 square feet?
Dude, that's smaller
than the janitor's closet.

There's room for a bed,
kitchen on one wall,
and a small bathroom.

I really don't see why we need
more. Isn't the goal to reduce
our impact on the environment?

Our lives aren't only about
function. We are allowed to
enjoy ourselves occasionally.

- That's why I work.
- Yes! Finally identified
my mystery bug.

Carpophilus nitidulidae.
King of the lab.

It's an agricultural pest
found on pineapple plants.

Agent Booth? There's nothing.
The curing shed is clean.

But the body was cooked.
And there should be
another body too.

- Not here.
- More lemonade?

Yes, please. No, no, no. Just go
back inside and check.

I'll take half a glass.
[ Chuckles ] Thanks.

[ Cell Phone Rings ] Booth.

He was around pineapple plants
at the time of his death.
Pineapples?

Hodgins found insect activity
that's only found
on pineapple plants.

But the closest place
they're grown commercially
is Florida.

You're saying that the body
was moved from Florida?

I don't have an explanation.
I'm just giving you the facts.

I found this article about
the environmental impact...

caused by transporting crops
over long distances.

It mentions this farmer
in Virginia...

who was trying to grow
tropical crops in a hothouse.

- Like pineapples.
- Like pineapples.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Boy, sorry to hear about Frank.

He was a good man.
Big supporter of what
I'm trying to do here.

- All right, Mr. Page--
- Please, call me Lyndon.

- You ever eat a pineapple
the same day it was picked?
- Actually no. And--

Let me make you each a smoothie.
That's okay.

- I'd love one.
- Frank Curtis ever visit
your hothouse?

Once, back when
I first built it.

He had some advice on how
to maximize my sun exposure.

[ Blender Whirring ]

- What-- What's he doing?
- He's powering the blender.

The wheel rim is attached
to a generator.

- This is rather ingenious.
- Stay fit and save energy.
Everyone should do this.

I'm sure it'll catch on.
So you and Frank,
you ever have any problems?

No. Never. [ Chuckles ]

Probably helped that
I didn't have a wife
for him to flirt with.

Seems Frank had a habit
of hitting on other
people's wives.

All great men have
their foibles. Well, go ahead
and check out the hothouse.

I'll bring these out
as soon as they're done.

Frank Curtis's wife
stood to gain the most
from her husband's death.

If she found out
that he was cheating--

But you said her alibi is solid.

Well, it doesn't mean
we can't, you know,
double-check.

I bet Sweets was picked on
all through school.

And that's relevant now, why?
You're kidding me, right?

Scrawny kid like that sees
me coming, a former jock,

and he's thinking to himself,
"Time for a little payback."

You know? Make him fill out
all those stupid forms.

Threatens to take
my partner away from me.

These tubs are too small
to fit anything.

We're not gonna find
the second victim here.
You know what? You're right.

So what do you say we go check--
[ Sniffing ]

[ Laughs ] Bones, was that you?

Was what me? That smell.

I don't know what
you're talking about.
Why don't girls just admit it?

It's a natural bodily function.
You're a scientist.

Booth, I don't--
That had to be you.

It wasn't me.
He who smelt it, dealt it!

How do you even
know that phrase?
Ooh! Sorry about that smell.

Guess I left the vents open.
Community composting facility's
about a mile away.

But when the winds blow
westerly, it smells like
it's around the corner.

Do you take agricultural wastes
to the composting facility?

Sure. Almost ever organic farmer
in the county does.
It's a great program.

You give them your waste.
And in return,

they give you certified
organic compost at a fraction
of the cost.

I wasn't done with that.
I have an idea.
Thank you very much, Lyndon.

Your smoothies are excellent.
Hey, hey, hey.
You have any to-go cups?

The road to the apocalypse
is paved with disposable food
containers, my friend.

Compost, of course.
The identifying organisms...

would have started dying
as soon as the body
was removed from the heap.

But how high do
the temperatures get?

Inside a large compost heap?
As high as 170 degrees.

That's hot enough
to cook a body.

And if Lyndon contributes
his waste to the pile,

that could explain
why the pineapple beetle
was there.

Hey, you guys going to check out
a large compost pile?

That's wrong
how excited he sounds.

Wrong.

[ Chattering ]

If you have any problems,
let me know. All right?

[ Man ] We've got five people
on staff full time.

But there's 43 farmers
with keys to the gates.
You all right?

[ Booth Groans ]
Yeah. No, just the smell.

We probably got a couple
of masks in the office
if you two want me to go.

I'm fine. Agent Booth
tends to be squeamish.

Look, I'm-- I'm fine, okay?
So you're saying 43 farmers?

They're welcome
to dump their own waste.

Otherwise, we schedule
a pickup with our truck
when it's, uh, running.

[ Booth ] Oh, it's ripe!
Hey, Gavin.

Oh, Tim Peck, Clay Ansley.
Couple of our local farmers.

This is Agent Booth,
Dr. Brennan.
They're here about Frank.

The truck stopped running again,
Gavin. I think it needs
a new fuel filter.

- I replaced it two weeks ago.
- When I switched to bio-diesel,

I went through at least
four fuel filters.

It's a conversion.
Loosens up the deposits.
You work here?

Yes, sir. Charlie Rogan.

- Did you know Frank Curtis?
- Very well.

I only just heard
what happened to him.

I dated his daughter
all through high school.

Gavin introduced us.

If there's anything I can do.
Mr. Curtis was a great man.

- Yeah. [ Scoffs ]
- Oh, you disagree?

Frank Curtis was in it
for the money, not the cause.

Then why did he donate his
entire estate to environmental
groups? We're talking millions.

Even our co-op could see some.
You ever been to his house?

4,000 square feet?
Brand new everything?

Left his air conditioner
on all the time. Fat lot that
man cared about the environment.

Don't mind him.
Smell out here always
puts him in a foul mood.

Look, I'm gonna need names
and addresses of every employee.

God. And a list
of participating farmers.

And the facility has to be
closed until all the compost
is searched.

We can get a warrant
if you want.

I do.

Two independent people
often find themselves--

- Agent Booth,
are you listening?
- What?

The judge will call
when the warrant is issued,
Booth. Pay attention.

I'm in the middle
of an investigation.
I get distracted.

It's not my investigation too?
It's too early
in the morning for this.

No, no, no. This is good.
Let's talk about conflict.

- When you guys argue, how do
you come to a resolution?
- We don't argue.

- Come on. Remember?
Zone of truth right here.
- [ Booth ] Fine.

We might... bicker a little bit.
But that's not arguing.

- Bicker? I don't bicker.
- No? What about the whole
environmentalism thing?

That was a discussion.

You pretty much told me
my penis was gonna shrink
if I didn't eat organic food.

That's not bickering.
That's being a good friend.

My penis is just fine,
thank you.
Now we're getting somewhere.

I think we're
in that truth zone.

Stop with the whole
truth zone thing. Bones and I
are trying to catch a guy...

who cooked a tree hugger,
so just score
the personality test...

so we can get back
to crime fighting.

Yeah, that's good, Agent Booth.
Now let the anger lead you
to the fear.

You can't be whole, you can't
do your job to its fullest,

unless you get in touch
with that fear you feel.

Now Dr. Brennan and I
are gonna close our eyes.

Follow the anger.

All right, feel it?
Feel it softening?

You feel that?

[ Chuckles ]

Very mature, guys.
[ Cell Phone Rings ]

Uh, gotta run, Sweets.
Got the call.
Let's boogie, Bones.

And, um, look, next time
you really should tell me...

if there's gonna be
an essay on the test.

I just got off
the phone with Hodgins.
He's knee-deep in compost.

He must be happy.
Happy as a pig in...
what pigs like to be in.

A sty? You said you had things
to show me?

From the injuries, it appears
there was a struggle.

You can see the bruising
and fresh hairline fractures
on the femurs and left ulna.

Consistent with
defensive wounds?
That would be my assessment.

- So there was a fight
before he was shot?
- He wasn't shot.

- I thought you said
it was a bullet hole.
- I was mistaken.

It occasionally happens.

The hole is actually
a congenital abnormality.
A sternal foramen.

So we're back to
no known cause of death?
Not quite.

I found multiple puncture wounds
with hinge fracturing...

on the scapula and posterior
aspects of several ribs.

He was stabbed? By what?

I'm working on it.
Okay, then. Enjoy.

Oh, God. I'm never gonna
get over that smell.

This place is awesome!
The thermophilic bacteria
content is off of the charts.

No security cameras.
Too high-tech
for the granola crowd.

That means we have about
a hundred suspects.
Are you coming in?

No. That's your thing.
And I'd just mess things up
if I come up there.

[ Crunching ] Whoa. Oh. I just
heard a crunch.

Definitely not plant life.

I'd love to try
this feeding fungi.

- It's adipocere.
- Is that good or bad?

Good for us, bad for the victim.

Female.
Probably in her early 20s.

If we attribute rapid
decomposition to the microbial
activity of the compost pile--

She's been dead about
the same time as Curtis.

Even dead, Frank was lying
with another woman.

These three phalanges
still have some tissue.

And fingernails.

I may be able
to get some scrapings.
Maybe even a print.

[ Device Beeping ]

Calliphoridae didn't have
a chance to oviposit.

She must've been buried
in the compost just hours
after she died.

Can you pinpoint how long
it would take for her to reach
this level of decomp?

Given the carbon-to-nitrogen
ratio of the compost I sampled,

she's been in there
since last Wednesday.

Meaning she died the day
before Frank?

Who catches two people
cheating but kills them
a day apart?

My sketch isn't matching
any of the missing women
on file.

Maybe no one's missed her yet.
Poor thing.

Everybody should be missed.
Oh, you are such an angel.

I will get a bucket
of cold water, I swear.

There's perimortem trauma
to the skull.

But it's not severe enough
to cause death. I also found
multiple broken ribs.

And the sternum
is severely fractured.

- Somebody tried to crush her?
- No.

These injuries are consistent
with inexpert use of
cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

Somebody tried to save her.

The woman you found,
who was she?

Well, we were hoping
you might know.

I told you I was out of town.
I have no idea.

But you were aware
that your husband
wasn't always faithful?

Yes, I was.

Yet you stayed with him.
I get it.

Big house,
comfortable lifestyle.

I stayed with Frank
because I loved him.
I accepted his faults.

I'm sure you'll accept
the life insurance money too.

I'm not even thinking
about money, Agent Booth.
How can you even--

My husband hasn't even
been dead for a week.
I'm aware of that.

Since you were so forgiving
of your husband's infidelity,

why didn't you mention
that in our first conversation?

Kat. I couldn't do that
to our daughter.

She idolized Frank.

I can't ruin that,
especially now. Mom?

Mrs. Curtis, I--

I came over to tell you
and Kat how sorry I am.

Gavin said he'd try
to stop over later.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

No. Charlie, it's okay.
Stay. Mom, I knew.

Since high school. Charlie knew.
All my classmates knew.

- Oh, God.
- Come on, Kat. Not now.

I pretended that I didn't.

[ Crying ] For you.

Okay, so Margie said Frank
kept an office in town.

Turns out that office
was an apartment.

Where he took his women.
Yeah. Okay, Bones.

That's right. Come on. Let's go
to the apartment.

I used that device once
in one of my novels, and my
editor thought it was trite.

Maybe it was Frank's take on
being environmentally friendly,
making a friendly environment.

Get it? Apparently not.

Okay.

You know, I really hate
these gloves.

No. No sign of forced entry.

These sunglass frames
are made of bamboo.
Well, is that weird?

Well, most frames are made
of metal or plastic,
sometimes vinyl.

[ Chuckles ] Maybe they
belonged to the Eco-Avenger.
Who?

Frank. Toiletries in
the bathroom, bra hanging
over the shower rod.

Definitely a woman living here.

Dried blood on the coffee table.

I'll just call Forensics
and have the place swept.

- Send everything to the--
- To the Jeffersonian.
Yep, got it.

- Including the whole--
- Yeah, the entire coffee table.

Here. Here we go.
Take-out receipt from,
uh, two weeks ago.

Hop Lee's Chinese Kitchen.
The name on the credit card--
Emma Billings.

Booth? Yeah?

I think we've found
our second victim.

Emma Billings.

She has an interior superior
margin fracture
to the C5 vertebrae.

What about the posterior half
of the vertebral body?

Any linked sagittal fractures?
Yes.

So, if she fell...

and hit her head
on the coffee table
at this angle,

that could account
for the broken vertebrae.

It's a statistically
rare possibility,

but one that would have
killed her instantly.

[ Saroyan ]
F.B.I. sent over some info
on our latest victim.

She was a cashier at one
of Franklin Curtis's Natural
Sun Markets in New Jersey.

-How did she end up in Virginia?
-They think she was hiding.

Earlier this year, she accused
one of her coworkers
of stalking her.

- Check him out.
- I wouldn't want him
following me.

I know, right?
Guy's name is Noel Liftin.

He was fired. Emma filed
a restraining order.

Booth's trying
to track him down.
Any progress on time of death?

It appears to have
been accidental.

That would explain the C.P.R.
But Frank was stabbed
multiple times.

Right. Not so accidental.
[ Cell Phone Rings ]

- Hey, Booth.
- What about the murder weapon
used on Frank? Find anything?

These puncture wounds--
I still can't find any weapon
this small and curved.

They're close together.
He didn't seem to move much.

Which is odd because
the wounds appear deep.

Okay, call me after.
Booth found Emma's stalker.

He's been staying at
a motel right across the street
from where Emma was killed.

Don't look at me like that.
You can't arrest me
for renting a motel room.

I didn't break any laws.

I followed her, okay?
But the motel room
is over 150 feet...

from Emma's apartment building--
I measured.

I guess I got no reason to
suspect you. You were just
keeping an eye on her.

I was. Yeah.

- Frank Curtis.
- Who?

- Frank Curtis. He's the one.
You should talk to him.
- Frank Curtis. Okay.

He treated Emma
like he owned her.
It was so messed up.

Wow, the reflections
on this table,
the patterns are beautiful.

[ Pats Table ] Noel? Focus.

Frank Curtis. Oh, sure.

Frank comes in for one
of his regional visits
and has the manager hire Emma.

Then next time he comes in,
he can see that Emma
is falling for me.

So he has me fired.
And then tells Emma
to take out a restraining order.

And the fact that you
called her 20 times a day...

and slept in her driveway,
that had nothing to do with it?

I guess you've never
been in love.

Where were you
last Wednesday and Thursday?

Mostly I just stay in my motel
room. You know, keep an eye
on Emma's building.

Only times I ever leave
is to go out and, you know,
sell my products.

- Your products?
- Hemp oil-based body products.

I make 'em myself.
There's a surprise.

Guess you're telling me
you don't have an alibi.

[ Beeping ]
I reviewed the forensic
samples from the apartment.

Traces of triglycerides,
diglycerides,

and free fatty acids
on both the carpeting
and the furniture.

Looks like some vegetable oil.

Could it be hemp oil?
Booth said the person
stalking Emma Billings...

sells hemp-based body products.

Yeah. That's one possibility.
Reexamine any clothing from
Frank and Emma's bodies.

See if you can find
additional traces of the oil.
Okay.

Dr. Brennan?
I need you to see something.

Fracturing to Emma's sternum
concealed a malformation...

that became apparent
once I finished reconstruction.

A sternal foramen.

Emma Billings
and Frank Curtis both shared
a congenital abnormality.

When Zack told me his findings,
I decided to run D.N.A. tests...

on the tissue samples
from both victims.

Multiple matching R.F.L.P.s.
Our victims were related.

If our murderer thought
he killed Emma and her lover,
he was very wrong.

He killed Emma and her father.

I've tested over
40 different knives,
ice picks, leather awls.

I couldn't find a murder
weapon to match.

With decomp and postmortem
trauma from being rolled down
the hill, it's very difficult.

Okay, this will help you
visualize the pattern
of the wounds.

Usually I can determine
the weapon. This is a very
frustrating murderer.

I'm sure he'll apologize
when we catch him.

There are five puncture
wounds to Frank's chest.

The result of repeated stabs
by an unknown and very
frustrating object.

Perhaps not.
What if Frank Curtis
had broader shoulders?

Angela, move the scapulae
apart slowly.

A little more.

The wounds become equidistant.

You're probably looking
for an instrument...

with multiple sharp pointed
objects projecting from it.

- A pitchfork.
- How'd you get pitchfork?

These three wounds mark the
termination of a three tine
pitchfork's penetration.

Makes sense.

I'll go match
the exact type and make.

I got results from the clothes.
You were right.

Same vegetable oil on both
Frank and Emma's clothing.

But I found a high concentration
of methanol and sodium hydroxide
mixed in.

So the oil isn't
from body products.

No. It's from bio-diesel fuel.

So your suspect
is going to give me
a description of your suspect.

I'm not following.
Yeah, the stoned, hippie guy.
He's all we have so far.

He'll tell you what the guy
looks like who went into Emma's
place, and then you draw.

I've never really found
stoned guys that dependable.

Except for cookies.
They always have good cookies.

You're grasping at straws,
Booth. We should wait
for more information.

Has to be somebody
in the composting facility.

They have pitchforks
to turn the heaps, don't they?

Pitchforks are used
on every farm in the area.

But not bio-diesel, okay?
The owner, Gavin,

said he just replaced
a fuel pump on his truck when
he switched to bio-diesel.

One of the other farmers
also said that
he'd just switched.

And he has a key.
He could have dumped the body
in the middle of the night.

I'm sorry, but whose side
are you on here?
Don't say "the facts."

- Because that annoys me.
- You want us to base our
actions on your gut again?

Yes. You have
your shiny machines.
I have my gut.

Is it always like this
when you two are together?

Yes. No.

It's kinda hot.

[ Chanting In Foreign Language ]

What the hell is he doing?

It's a Vedic chant.

[ Snaps Fingers ]
All right, Noel.
Let's go. On your feet.

A bass player taught it to me.
I'm trying to calm myself, man.

Emma's dead, and I'm innocent.
How many times do I have
to tell you that?

- [ Chanting Resumes ]
- All right, Noel!

I just want to ask you some more
questions. That's all.

Who are the chicks?

Hey! Be respectful.
Be a gentleman. Let's go.
Up, up, up.

Ow! Come on. There you go.

That's it. Okay.
This here is Dr. Brennan.

Angela Montenegro.
She's an artist.

Cool. [ Booth ]
Yeah, groovy.

Did you see a truck parked
outside Emma's apartment
building last Wednesday?

How would I know?
I mean, it's not like
I kept a log...

of everyone going
in and out of the building.

Noel, you're the primary suspect
in Emma's murder.

So if you do not cooperate,
you're looking at 20 solid years
keeping tabs on your cell mate.

All right, fine.
I remember a truck.

Had a cool logo from some
organic composting place.

We need to know who was driving
the truck and if he went
into Emma's building.

You think I have
bionic vision or something? No.

But you got binoculars.
They're in every
starter stalker kit.

- So give Angela
something to draw.
- I like artists.

I'll crush you like a bug, dude.

- Describe the guy.
- Uh, he's a young dude.
Maybe 26.

About my height, average.

Kind of buff.
You know, Caucasian.

Brown hair.
He was wearing sunglasses.

Kinda looked like they were
made out of wood or something.

Far out, huh? Wood.

Hey, do you guys have
medical marijuana in D.C.?

Because I get anxiety attacks.

Noel, give Angela
something to draw.

Um, okay.
He had a, uh, square jaw,

um, straight nose,
uh, cute ears.

Charlie Rogan got 'em
from Frank Curtis. Why?
What's going on?

Why did Frank give Charlie
a pair of sunglasses?

No real reason. Frank wore 'em
one day to pick up compost.

Charlie admired them,
so Frank gave them to him.
He was like that.

Can you think of any reason
why Charlie would
want Frank dead?

Of course not. He's a good kid.
He loved Frank.

- This is the murder weapon.
- There you go.

- Bag it.
- Seems like Charlie and Frank
had a thing for the same girl.

Charlie gets jealous, he gets
into a fight with the girl.

Kills her. And then he goes
after Frank. Story as old
as time, my compost friend.

Need something, Gavin?
Yeah. Charles Rogan,
you're under arrest...

for the murder of Frank Curtis
and Emma Billings.

God, no. This isn't
what you think.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]
Gavin, I didn't.
I swear, I didn't--

Don't. Don't say
a word, Charlie.

Gavin--
Cam, we've got the murder weapon
used on Frank Curtis.

Plus evidence linking Charlie
to the scene of Emma's murder.

Yeah. Well, I hate to
throw ants in your picnic,

but I recovered D.N.A.
from beneath Emma's fingernails.

Charlie Rogan didn't
attack Emma Billings.
Her assailant was female.

What is it?
Charlie didn't kill Emma.

- What? He was there.
- But there's more. I noticed
some odd similarities.

So I compared Emma's own D.N.A.
to that of her attacker.

There was a 25% commonality.
Half sisters.

It was Kat Curtis.
She killed Emma.

My father promised
he'd stop fooling around.

My mother was so humiliated.

So you went to Emma?

I had the key.

I was waiting for her.
I scared her, I guess.

And you fought?

She fell.

I never meant to hurt her.

I just-- I wanted my dad
to end things.

It just looked like
she bumped her head.

But she was dead.

Kat called.
We were still friends.

I knew she'd never hurt anyone.
It was an accident.

You told Kat you'd
get rid of Emma's body...

while her and her mother
went out of town.

But you leave your sunglasses.
It's not like
I'd done this before.

And Frank sees them the next
time he goes to visit Emma.

He came at me, man,
one night at work.
Frank went nuts.

Wanted to know
why I was at his place
and where Emma was.

- You had a pitchfork.
- I was turning the compost
when he was yelling at me.

You knew what would happen
to you and Kat if he found out.

He came at me.
I didn't even know I'd done it.

It was like someone else
jabbed him with it.

But the body, Charlie?
Why'd you move Frank's body?

- For my mom. For the insurance.
- Of course.
No payout without a body.

So I tossed him where
we knew he'd be found.

Dad left everything
to nonprofits. That insurance
money was all my mom would have.

You did it for your mother.
I never meant
for any of this to happen.

I never meant to hurt anyone.
I just-- I wanted my mom
to be happy.

Kat, your father wasn't having
an affair with Emma.

He'd had a relationship
with her mother...

a long time ago.

Emma Billings was his daughter.

She was your half sister.

What? Oh, my God!

[ Sobbing ] Oh, my God, no!
Oh, my God, no!

[ Sobbing Continues ]

So, case finished?

Yes.

Congratulations? Yeah.

- You don't seem too happy.
- Well, because sometimes
if you win,

you end up
with somebody else's pain
and screwed up a life.

You work for the F.B.I.
You should know that.

Must be a challenge for you
to access those feelings.

Okay, stop!
You don't know Booth.

You don't know me.
You have a limited view of us
based on superficial data...

you've accumulated on
a standardized questionnaire...

and a subjective analysis
from talking to us
that is not at all scientific.

So, back off!

- Just trying to help.
- What? By questioning
his humanity?

Okay, Bones. Now you're going
a little bit overboard.
He's just a kid. All right?

I mean, the worst thing
that's probably
ever happened to him...

was he lost at Mortal Kombat.

Are you normally
this protective of him,
Dr. Brennan?

We are partners. Our lives
depend on being protective
of each other.

And you feel the same way,
Agent Booth?

Sweets, I can only hope
that one day you know what
a real partnership is.

You two are very close.

That was evident in your
superficial standardized
questionnaire...

and my unscientific
observations.

Yeah? You complement each other.

Oh, no. She never compliments
me. Did you compliment me
in the questionnaire?

"Complement." Not "compliment."

"Ple."

He means that
we complete each other,
as a team.

Yeah, right.

Now, we've got
a lot to work on over
the next few months.

Meaning we get to stay together?

- Yes.
- I'm sensing a "but."

However--
That's the same as "but."

I have observed
some underlying issues
that need to be addressed.

Issues? Yes.

There's clearly a very deep...

emotional attachment
between you two.

We're just partners.

And why do you think
I would have thought otherwise?

'Cause you're 12.

Don't read into anything
that Booth said.

We're professionals.
There's a line that doesn't
even need to be there.

Not at all. I mean, if, uh--

If there were no more murders,
I... would probably not even,
you know, see her.

That's very true.
Might have coffee.

Probably not. What?

What?

You wouldn't even have
coffee with me?

Well, in your scenario,

we wouldn't even
know each other because
there are no murders.

"Were." I said
"No more murders."

Then, fine.
We could have a coffee.

So that's clear then?
I mean, we'd have coffee.

I mean, that's our relationship?
Coffee.

Yeah. Let's move on. Let's--

What's that mean?