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[ Alarm Blaring ]

[ Man ]
Smoke comes out of the vent
into the first-floor break room.

You're sure you turned
the flame down last night?

Totally, 100% guaranteed,
positively sure.

Alarm's gone off before,
but the smoke was always gray.

Well, one time, a possum
got caught in the shaft.
Smoke came out like this.

Dr. Addy was
conducting an experiment
on a pig yesterday.

I told all them eggheads
not to toss dead animals
down the incinerator shaft.

Since when do they listen to us?

- [ Flames Roaring ]
- Holy crap. [ Coughs ]

Definitely not pork.

At 400 degrees,
bone chars in six hours
and turns to ash in eight.

[ Saroyan ] Charring, no ash.
Six to eight hours?

Dumped into the incinerator
between 1:00 and 3:00 a.m.
[ Groans ]

Was that alive or dead
before he or she went
into the incinerator?

Can't tell yet. What's that?

Guest log.
No visitors checked out
after 9:36 last night.

No one checked in
before 8:02 this morning.

Meaning the victim
probably works here.

Meaning the killer does too.

Pubic bone. Female.

There's no carbon
in the trachea.

She was dead before she
was thrown down the chute.

Extensive fissures,
fractures and breaks
to the entire skeleton.

I'll have Zack determine
which were caused by heat
and which by trauma.

Heads up.
They called Bancroft in
from a hearing on the Hill.

- Who's Bancroft again?
- God.

The supreme honcho
of the Jeffersonian.

I think I met him once.

Okay. I am ready to start
the facial reconstruction.

I haven't put on
tissue depth markers yet.

I haven't finished
removing all the carbonized
brain matter.

[ Brennan ]
Once you've done that,
Zack can clean the skull.

[ Brennan ] Angela? Angela?

- Angela.
- Yeah.

Are you all right? What's wrong?

Um--

Um, I'm fine.

Uh, I'll-- I'll start after
the tissue markers are--

Let me know.

What the hell was that about?

You won't like it. Like what?

I've I.D.'d the victim.
That's impossible.

I told you you wouldn't like it.

There are no tissue markers.
You can't just look at a skull
and see the person.

Sweetie, I've done hundreds
of these reconstructions.

The depressed glabella,
the narrow nasal aperture,
the chipped lateral incisor.

You can see a face from that?

The chipped tooth
was from a skiing accident
when she was 16.

Ange. You know
the victim personally?

[ Sighs ]

Kristen Reardon.

She's an intern. We had coffee
a couple of times.

She didn't want
to be a scientist.

She wanted to go into design.
She was just here to make
her father happy.

She was young and eager
and keen and--

She was just
really, really young.

Wait. Reardon?

As in Dr. Ted Reardon?

- Yeah. He used to work here.
- I took a course from him
in Ancient Pharmacology.

Look, I know that
we can't say anything until
you do the tissue markers...

and we go through channels,
but I'm telling you I know
that this is Kristen.

Poor Ted.

You want to know something else?

- She was seeing somebody
who worked here.
- Is that relevant?

Well, Booth will think so,
especially since
it was a married man.

Well, did she tell you who?

No. Just that they had had
their first kiss at the opening
of that Egyptian exhibit...

and that it had been
hot and heavy ever since.

- I'm sorry, Ange.
- No, I'm-- I'm sorry.

I'm just really
freaked out by this one.

- Because you know the victim.
- Well, and the killer.
I mean, look around.

Do you like thinking that
somebody we see every day...

could've thrown Kristen
into the incinerator?

Now, how can I aid
your investigation?

Well, Dr. Bancroft,
I'd like printouts from
the Jeffersonian Security...

detailing who was
and was not in the building.

Done.

I'd also appreciate it
if you would tell your people
to cooperate with the F.B.I.

Yes, of course, Agent Booth.

I don't know if you've had much
cause to work with scientists.

Difficult people by nature.

Combative, skeptical, resistant.

I've noticed.

Have you identified
the victim yet?

Unofficially,
an intern by the name
of Kristen Reardon.

No relation to Ted Reardon?
His daughter.

Dr. Reardon left
the Jeffersonian
for Georgetown University?

In the interest
of full disclosure, I was
instrumental in that move.

You fired him? I facilitated
a necessary change.

Necessary change?

Excellent scientist,
poor administrator. Does Reardon
know about his daughter?

Dr. Brennan
is informing him now.

I'd like to be kept
in the loop on this.

Within the constraint
of the law, of course.
[ Chuckles ]

Sure.

[ Saroyan ] Ted Reardon?
Victim's father?

Yep. Bones is telling him
his daughter's dead.

[ Saroyan ] Rumor has it
Bancroft banished Reardon
from the Jeffersonian...

'cause he felt threatened
politically.

I know. Let's leave Bones to it.

Would it be insensitive
to mention that my father's
60th birthday's coming up?

Sixty already? Wow. Uh-huh.

We're having a big
birthday dinner for him
on Thursday night.

You give him my best.

You do it yourself.
You have to come with me.
What? No. Not your family.

No. I can't spend the night
defending the fact that I still
live alone to my family.

You never told them we broke up?

You want to make a man miserable
on his 60th birthday?

You want me to pretend
that I'm your boyfriend?

Yes. Between 6:30
and 10:00 on Thursday.
[ Groans ]

Camille, you're an adult.
You can't live your life afraid
of what your family thinks.

Seeley, it's not gonna
be like this forever.
One day he'll die.

Tough going in there?

I've never had to tell someone
his child is dead.

I mean, I've been there
when you did it,
but to actually--

It's extremely unpleasant.

Yeah.

Listen, did you get
a chance to, uh, ask him about
his daughter's love life?

Yes. He said as far as he knew,
she wasn't seeing anyone.

Kristen was lying to her father.

[ Man ] Dr. Brennan, is it true?

Kristen Reardon is dead?

Evan, Special Agent Booth.
He's in charge of the
murder investigation.

Dr. Evan Klimkew,
Kristen Reardon's supervisor.

Murder? Kristen was murdered?

What does Kristen Reardon do?
Authentications.

Other museums and high-end
collectors use us to
authenticate their acquisitions.

Is that a big department?
Three to five interns,
all doctoral candidates.

My assistant and myself.
That's it.

- Hmm. That's a competitive
environment, right?
- Of course.

You put a bunch of neurotic,
type "A" overachievers together,
dangle a prize over their head--

Dr. Klimkew is referring
to the Bates Fellowship.

The top intern receives $75,000
and a gold star on their résumé.
Kristen was the front-runner.

I had heard that
her heart wasn't in it.
Didn't show in her work.

God, this is terrible.
Do-- Does her father know?

Who's the main rival
for the Bates money?

Uh, that would be Neil Tyler.

Neil Tyler.
Where can I find him?

We're authenticating
the artifacts in your
serial killer vault.

So, what does your wife
think of these, you know--
these late hours?

I'm separated.
That's your answer.

You seeing anyone now?
Are you serious?

It's a murder
investigation, Evan.

No. I'm not seeing anyone.

Thank you, Dr. Klimkew.

This spinner appears
to be Masonic in origin.
Bloodstone gold.

But what's interesting is,
in the center,

instead of the traditional
"G" for God, there's a skull.

- Gormogon iconography.
- Strange, huh?

We've been seeing
a lot of that in here.

Gormogon? Okay, what's that?
It's an 18th-century--

It's an extinct group
dedicated to eradicating
the influence...

of the Freemasons
and Illuminati in Europe
in the 18th century.

That could be the largest
collection of Gormogon
artifacts in the world.

That's great.
You and Kristen Reardon
were here last night?

That's right.
Kristen worked there.

I signed out around midnight.

Kristen stayed longer,
like always.

Okay. Little resentful there?

I worked my way
through state college.

I've got a second job,
which is why I had to
leave early.

Kristen went
to an Ivy League school.
Her dad's got connections.

Who do you think needed
that Bates Fellowship more?

Well, the way I hear it,
you're next in line
for the big payday, pal.

[ Scoffs ] I liked Kristen.
She liked me.

Check the logs. I wasn't here.

Do you know
who Kristen was seeing?

You mean, like, romantically?
No. Only that it
was an older guy.

And she said I was
gonna be really surprised
when I found out who it was.

- How 'bout you? You married?
- [ Laughs ]

I'm gay, Agent Booth.

Excuse me.

- What do you got?
- Kristen Reardon's bag.

Ah, cell phone.

Logs.

The bag tells us that Kristen
wasn't leaving the museum
when she met with her killer.

Look at that. A lot of calls
to the same number. Booth.

Let's hope it's
our cheating husband.

Kristen was
authenticating artifacts
from the Gormogon vault.

Let's not go there.
If Gormogon killed her,
then Gormogon is one of us.

Somebody who works
at the Jeffersonian.
Oh. You went there.

What? You went there, and you
gave him a nickname.

- [ Crash ]
- That just happened, right?
You saw that?

[ Siren Wails ]

Who is it? Is he dead?

Yes, but only because
he was never alive.
You gotta be kidding me.

[ Hodgins ] Look at this.
The Gestapo is interfering
with free inquiry.

Guys, just let 'em go.
And if they try to escape,
shoot 'em!

- What's with
the dummy, dummies?
- Not a dummy.

It's an ersatz skeleton
made from glass
and reinforced nylon,

which breaks exactly
like human bones.

-We threw it from the top floor.
-Explicate your process, please.

Using bone density tables,
we duplicated Kristen's
exact height and weight.

For God's sake, why?

To prove Kristen was dead before
her skull fractured from falling
down the incinerator shaft.

We already know that.
We recreated her bone density...

and found that her skull
would not have fractured
in the way it did...

from a fall less than 25 meters.

- Oh.
- "Oh" what? English, please!

That tells us the body was put
in the trash chute on the top
floor of our building.

The office suites.
It's always the suits, baby.

- Hey, I wear suits.
- Yes. Yes, you do.

All right. That's it.
No shooting of the squints
tonight. Sorry.

All right. Good work.
Let's go, Bones.

[ Saroyan ] Kristen Reardon
was stabbed to death.

Aorta and left lung
both punctured.
Whoa. She bleed a lot?

Through the wounds.
Through her mouth.
Copious amounts.

Booth, everyone's
coming around to the opinion
that Kristen Reardon's death...

had something to do
with the Gormogon vault.

Oh, no, no, no.
See, we gotta squelch
that one...

'cause that will
totally shift the focus
of this investigation.

You might have noticed,
but these people
are tough to squelch.

You know what?
They're always telling us
not to jump to conclusions.

But when they do,
it's called a quantum leap.
Jump, leap.

Tomato, to-mah-to.
What's the difference?

Look, um, does the name Aldridge
mean anything to you?

It rings a bell, yeah. Why?

Because there was no blood
near the incinerator chute
on the top floor.

The body could've
been wrapped in plastic
or transported in a tub.

There's a Dr. Kyle Aldridge.
Heads up the Middle East
department. Why?

Hmm. Do they have offices
in this building?

Middle East department
is in Building "S,"

but it joins up to this building
by a skyway. Why?

- What floor does
the skyway connect with?
- Top floor.

I'm gonna ask why again,
and this time you're
gonna tell me.

This guy Aldridge's
number's all over
Kristen's cell phone.

- [ Cell Phone Beeping ]
- Just hold on.
Yeah, it's Booth.

Check out all the offices
in the adjoining building
on the top floor.

Start with a Dr. K. Aldridge.

- Cam, this case--
- Yes. You still have to come to
my father's birthday dinner.

I didn't even bring that up.
I'm just saying--

- Nice try.
- "Nice try" what?

- Zip.
- I didn't even--

Zoop!

Ah, the good life.

Dr. Kyle Aldridge.

Mansion next to Teddy Kennedy
on Dupont Circle?

A 60-foot yacht
and a vacation home
in the Hamptons. Wow.

I wish I'd paid more attention
during science class.

Intelligence is not
a matter of will, Agent Booth.

So it's not a character flaw
to be less intelligent
than someone else.

Yeah. Listen.
I appreciate the pep talk.

Listen. Our first suspect would
usually be your wife.

But since she's been
in Venice for a month-- Venice?

So how is it
that somebody who makes
80 grand a year...

can lend Ted Kennedy
his lawn mower...

and afford to send his wife
off to Venice?

My wife's family
is very generous.

How generous do you think
they would be if they found out
that you were, uh,

boinking an intern?

They teach you
that technique at Quantico?

Spring vulgarities
on the unsuspecting suspect
and he will confess all?

Are you confessing all?

To the affair or to murder?

Excuse me, Agent Booth.

There's something
you're gonna want to see
in Dr. Aldridge's workroom.

[ Man ] Lights, please.

[ Brennan ]
Wow. Look at all that blood.

This cart explains how
the body was transported over
to the incinerator chute.

This must be
where Kristen Reardon
was actually murdered.

All right. Put the lights on.

Okay, Dr. Aldridge. I'd like
to ask you a few questions about
the murder of Kristen Reardon.

We gonna go willingly?

I never liked Kyle Aldridge.

He told me once
that having a high I.Q.
was no excuse not to bathe.

- I don't believe it.
- No. Those were
his exact words.

"No excuse not to bathe."

- What do you got?
- Consistent with the trauma
to the left lung and aorta.

The C7 vertebrae and
the fifth rib were both nicked
at a 67-degree angle,

suggesting a single
point of entry.

Through the back?
The serial killer
eats human flesh.

- Kyle Aldridge is a vegetarian.
- So was Hitler.

We're calling him Gormogon now.

Excellent name.
And historically accurate.

People, you have to stop
assuming that Gormogon was
involved in Kristen's death.

Why? It's somewhere
between a possibility
and a probability.

Kyle Aldridge is not a cannibal.

But he may have
killed his girlfriend.
Do you see the difference?

- Mmm.
- So eyes on the evidence, okay?

[ Claps Hands ] Go.

Zack provided me
with the fragments.

Retrieved from the fifth rib.

- [ Hodgins ] Running it
through the G.C. mass spec.
- What about the incinerator?

I analyzed the ashes in the
incinerator and found carbonized
traces of Cedrus libani.

It's a species of cedar fir
from Lebanon.

The Middle East
is Aldridge's area of study.

And the Mesopotamians used
cedar as an odor neutralizer
during funerals...

to mask the smell
of burning flesh.

Can you see Aldridge committing
a crime of passion...

and using his knowledge
to cover it up?

I guess. He's kind of--

[ Grumbling, Growling ]

Exactly how well
do you know Aldridge?

We had drinks. I don't sleep
with married men.

You're married.
And you sleep with men
besides your husband.

What's the difference?

Ow!

Why do you want me
to interrogate Aldridge?

Because he thinks I'm stupid.
You're not.

Thanks, Bones. I know.

During the interrogation,
always refer to the victim
by her first name.

Well, you're the one
that told me that
personalizing the victim...

doesn't work with
sociopathic serial killers.

They lack all empathy.
You told me that.

Look, we are not looking
for Gorgonzola today.

Gormogon. Gor-mo-gon.

We're looking for someone who
murdered one girl and tossed her
down an incinerator chute.

Entirely different kind
of a guy. So inside.

Don't tell me-- Don't--
You're not bossing me. Stop it.

Kyle Aldridge
seduced my daughter?

That's what we hope
to find out, Doc.

It was definitely
Kristen's blood
on your worktable.

That proves only she
was killed in my workroom.
Why am I talking to you?

What time did you leave
the Jeffersonian that night?

Shortly after 11:00.

Dr. Brennan,
surely I merit someone
higher up the food chain...

than an F.B.I. consultant.

Kyle, I know you get
everything you want...

by flaunting
your superior intellect,

but that won't work with me.

- Why is that?
- Because I'm smarter
than you are.

So why don't we
do the rational thing
and cut to the chase?

Were you having
an affair with Kristen?

I'm not willing
to comment on that.

[ Brennan ]
Again, I know you were.

You first kissed at the opening
of the Egyptian exhibit.

Obviously Kristen
was indiscreet.

[ Brennan ]
If your wife knew about Kristen,
she'd leave you, correct?

And you'd no longer be rich.

See, the F.B.I.,
they call that a motive.

They think you did this,
Dr. Aldridge.

And so far the evidence
is on their side.

Can you tell me anything
that would suggest otherwise?

Yes.

But first I need to speak with
a lawyer and make arrangements
with a federal prosecutor.

- Sounds like you
want to cut a deal.
- I've told you what I need.

So either have me arrested,
or let me make
those arrangements.

All right. Thank you, Doctor.
Cam. Cam.

Wow! You look great.

I mean that objectively,
not as your fake boyfriend.

Thank you. Hey, got your dad
a universal remote.

Even bought the batteries.
Oh, he'll never let us break up.

So, am I driving?
No. My sister's picking us up.

But, of course, she's late.
Okay, maybe she's late
because there was traffic.

Maybe she's late
'cause there was a sale.

Oh, great. It's gonna be
one of those nights.

Hey, it's not me.
She's the jealous,
competitive one.

[ Chuckles ] Okay.
You don't think so?

Look, I'm thinking
it's your family.

I am an innocent bystander
with a universal remote
and batteries,

trying not to get hit
by shrapnel.

That's all. Ready. Sorry.
Dad is in the car.

- [ Both ] Mwah. Mwah.
- Okay. Let me get my things.

[ Sighs ] There was traffic.
Not that she'd believe me.

No. Traffic.
That's exactly what she said.
This is gonna be fun.

Yeah. Everyone talking about
how perfect Cam's life is.

No. Cam's life
is not so perfect.

You got a lot going for you.

Yeah? Yeah.

What's not so great?
Are you and Cam--

What?

No. No. I should never
have said anything.
Oh, you poor baby.

[ Moans ]

Okay, Felicia.

You don't have to
say anything. I'm here.
That's all you need to know.

Okay. Let's go.

Let's go! Yeah, okay.
You look great.

Doesn't she look beautiful?
She looks beautiful! God!

I am so lucky to have you
as my girlfriend.

Go easy, big guy.
It's gonna be all night.
Oh, tell me about it.

[ Angela ] You know, Jack.

You are actually a better
candidate to be Gormogon...

than Kyle Aldridge.

Really? Mmm.

You're brilliant,
paranoid about conspiracies.
I say that lovingly.

With limitless resources.

I'm not Gormogon.
I don't kill people
and eat their faces.

Mm-hmm. I am not waging a secret
war against anybody.

Great. Now if I can only get
the other thousand or so people
who work here to convince me,

maybe I can sleep tonight.

Oh, I'll help you
get to sleep tonight.

[ Laughs ] What's in your file?

G.C. mass spec analysis
of the fragment we pulled
from Kristen's rib.

It's, uh, 800-year-old copper.

Wait, wait. The murder weapon
is an artifact?

Well, I thought we'd see if we
can match any of the weapons in
the Jeffersonian to the sample.

[ Angela ]
Well, there is one item.

An 800-year-old
copper spear tip.

The Authentication department
checked it out two weeks ago...

to a... Dr. Kyle Aldridge...

in the Middle Eastern
department.

Checked it out from where?

The Gormogon vault.

[ Brennan ]
Tell us about this piece,
Dr. Klimkew.

The spearhead
is genuine, decorative.

Probably brought back
as a souvenir of the Crusades...

by a Templar Knight
in 1200 or 1300 A.D.

- Go ahead, Hodgins.
- What are you doing?

Did you see Kyle Aldridge
the night that Kristen Reardon
was murdered?

Yes. What is he doing
with the spearhead?

It's phenolphthalein.
It won't affect the copper.

But if blood is present,
it'll turn pink.

So what time
did you see the doctor?

- Uh, 11:00, in the parking lot.
- Did you talk?

Kyle Aldridge doesn't really
talk to anyone beneath him,
which is everyone.

It's not the weapon
we're looking for.

I'll put it back.

Did you know about
Aldridge and Kristen?

As a couple? Yes.

Kristen told you?
No. I caught them making out.

Frankly, I've been
surprised ever since...

that Aldridge didn't use
his friendship with Bancroft
to have me transferred...

to some dig in Darfur.

[ Hodgins ]
Help! I need some help
back here!

What? Oh, oh, oh, oh.
All right. Hold on. Booth.

Hold on. Hold on. [ Grunts ]

Hold on. [ Grunts ]

Easy. Easy, easy, easy.

All right.
I'll call an ambulance.
We don't need an ambulance.

He's already dead.

That concludes the autopsy
of Dr. Kyle Aldridge.

Written report to follow.

Booth saw Aldridge's widow.

He sent her a suicide note
by e-mail...

apologizing for
the affair with Kristen...

and confessing to the killing.

Aldridge did not kill himself.

The ligature, which was
a silk cord from the vault,
didn't break his hyoid.

What was the cause of death?
I'm stumped.

No significant trauma,
no cardiac arrest,
aneurysm or hematoma.

Plus, I did a full tox screen.

Organics, inorganics,
heavy metals, even cardiac
glycosides-- all negative.

Well, he was hung up
in the vault.

It all circles back
to the vault.

It all circles back to the
Authentications department,

who happened to be
working in the vault.

Why don't you and Booth
think that Gormogon
is behind these murders?

Because as far as we know,
he only kills males
and snacks on them.

Plus, there are far too many
other reasonable suspects.
Like who?

- The victim's father.
- Ted Reardon?

He saw you question Aldridge.
Booth said he went
pale with anger.

- When did he say that?
- We had dinner the other night
when we... had dinner.

This cord is actually
a hanging rope from England,

circa 1650.

In those days,
when sentenced to death,

nobles often chose
a silk cord rather than
rough hemp and rope.

It'd be cool to know who else
might've died on this cord.

If it came from the vault,
the cord probably can't
lead us to the murderer.

Au contraire.
The killer left D.N.A.

In order to hoist Aldridge,
the killer wrapped the cord
around his forearm and pulled.

Ouch. He left some skin behind?

Yeah. And hair.
Nice job, Hodgins.

We find the guy,
we can do a D.N.A. match.

King of the lab.

The skeletal muscles
are pulling away from the bone.
What's his potassium level?

Uh, blood serum contains...

10 milligrams
per 100 milliliters.

Elevated, but nonfatal.

It's odd though, because
his kidneys were healthy.

No signs of Addison's
or any medication.

- Succinylcholine.
- A muscle relaxant?

In high doses, it stops
the heart and lungs.

Right. The body
turns succinylcholine
into potassium,

which occurs naturally
in the body, so it's not
detected as a toxin.

Succinylcholine is one
of the earliest anesthetics
known to man.

- Guess how I know that.
- I read Dr. Reardon's book too.

Why are you here?

I'm just waiting for Cam
to finish cutting up Aldridge.

She's done. Why are you here
in my area?

Cam's sister kissed me.

Dude. Don't call me dude.
All right, listen.

I was supposed to be Cam's
boyfriend, but only between
the hours of 6:30 and 10:00.

She kissed me at 6:20,
so technically
that doesn't even count.

- [ Scoffs ]
- Cam went to her office
to get something.

Felicia, she just grabbed me
and planted one on me.

I didn't even see it coming.
I didn't even have
a defense maneuver planned.

Oh, wow. All right, all right.

Uh, how are you, uh--
How are you gonna
break it to Cam?

- What? Why would I do that?
- You want her to find out
from her sister?

Wow. This is worse
than when we were a couple.

[ Laughing ] Sorry.

[ Laughing Continues ]
I really should take my gun
out and shoot you now.

I'm sorry, man.
No, that's... serious.

- [ Giggling ]
- You're not helping.

Look, I have a son.
If I thought someone hurt him,
I'd want to hang him.

I didn't kill Kyle Aldridge.

He was a political enemy who
slept with your daughter,

then killed her
after she threatened
to tell his wife.

Juries understand
situations like that.

There's no proof Kyle Aldridge
killed my daughter.
Do you need proof?

Yes. And for a jury
to be sympathetic to me,
they'd need proof as well.

Do you have that proof,
Agent Booth?

Aldridge didn't die
from hanging.

Succinylcholine poisoning
can't be proven.

Right. Nobody knows that
better than you.

You literally wrote
the book on it, Doc.

So...

can you roll up
your sleeves, please?

This is a sample
of 800-year-old bronze.

Why am I interested in that?

Because we found a fragment
of 800-year-old copper
in Kristen Reardon.

Different metals. Right.
Copper is an ingredient
in bronze.

And when Angela
accused me of being Gormogon,
it started me thinking.

Angela accused you
of being Gormogon?

It started me thinking
that you and Booth
could be right.

I am not Gormogon.

Booth and I could be
right about what?

I put the serial killer
in the vault out of my mind...

and started considering
Kristen's murder as its own
singular occurrence.

What?

From the outside, you are
a pretty good candidate
to be Gormogon.

It's possible...

that the copper
in Kristen's wound...

was an unalloyed chip
from a larger piece of bronze,

like a chocolate chip
that didn't melt
in the cake mix.

And the Jeffersonian's
full of bronze weapons.

None of which are
in Gormogon's vault.

Are you able
to match a bronze weapon
to a copper fragment?

Theoretically, but it would
take about 200 years...

to test every bronze weapon
in the Jeffersonian.

I might be able
to help with that.

I worked up a 3-D model
of Kristen's murder,
and I noticed something.

This is Kristen.

The angle of attack
was exactly 67 degrees.

- As you can see, the weapon
went right through her.
- Which is weird.

Why? We've been assuming
that Kristen was stabbed.

Someone would have to
be awfully tall to stab
downward at that angle.

And incredibly strong.
6'8" and 300 pounds.

No one at the Jeffersonian
looks like that.

- It'd be pretty tough for
someone like that to sneak in.
- Alternative explanations?

Projectile?

Blood stain analysis
indicates Kristen was killed
on Aldridge's worktable.

And there's no evidence
on the surface suggesting
that a projectile...

exited Kristen's body
and struck the table.

But--

Kristen was impaled?
Like a piece of paper
on a message spike.

Visualize a sharp object
on the table...

at a fixed 67-degree angle.

The object impales Kristen
through the posterior thorax.

- Exits her anterior thorax.
- Still at a 67-degree angle.

The only rational conclusion
is the death itself
was accidental.

Dr. Aldridge gets in a tiff
with his young girlfriend.

She pulls out her phone,
threatens to call his wife.

They argue. Aldridge
reaches for the phone.

The girl falls back
onto the table.

If you call Aldridge
by his name, you really should
call "the girl" by her name.

At which point, he panics
and throws Ms. Reardon down
the incinerator chute.

Overcome with remorse,
he arranges to meet with
the federal attorney to confess.

But before he can do that,
guilt destroys him.

He hangs himself in the vault,
symbolically aligning himself
with the serial killer.

Whoa, Dr. Bancroft.
Aldridge arranged to meet
the federal attorney?

Through the Jeffersonian
in-house counsel.
Most likely to confess.

Why didn't he just confess
during Dr. Brennan's
interrogation?

"The guilt being great,
the fear doth still exceed.

"And extreme fear
can neither fight nor fly,

but coward-like
with trembling terror, die."

Unfortunately
for Mr. Shakespeare,

Dr. Aldridge didn't
actually commit suicide.

He died of
succinylcholine poison.

It's my understanding that
that can't be proven, at least
not to court standards.

No, I think you'll find that
my explanation will satisfy
any inquest inquiry.

Dr. Bancroft,
it's our professional opinion
here in the forensics lab...

that Dr. Aldridge was murdered.

Fine. Prove it.

But watch your backs...

because if I'm wrong
and you're right,

that means there's still
a serial killer out there.

And if I were the killer,
you'd be next, Miss Montenegro.

Why me?

Well, you identified
the Reardon girl.

You figured out
this hologramatic
impalement scenario.

Well, be careful.

I feel like
I was just threatened.

I've checked every bronze
weapon in the Jeffersonian
that matches Angela's criteria.

None are consistent
with the fragment
removed from Kristen.

Well, obviously
we're looking for a weapon
that was smuggled in.

[ Scoffs ] Yeah? Well, hey.
What were those noises?

There is no way to smuggle
an 800-year-old bronze weapon
into the Jeffersonian.

No. No. We have X-rays,
guards, metal detectors.

You come in with anything
bigger than a watch,
they search you.

You two are geniuses.
How would you do it?

- It's absolutely impossible.
- Unless you mail it.

Oh. Yeah, right. There's that.

- What?
- If you mail something
to the Jeffersonian,

it doesn't need to be cleared
by Customs or Security.

Okay. You're saying if I want
to get a stolen artifact
into the United States,

all I have to do is mail it
to the Jeffersonian?

Technically, yes, but the fact
is we check and report all items
to the government.

Okay. Who's "we?"
The Authentications department.

Oh, okay. You mean a bunch
of starving interns who work
here during the summer.

Interns keep detailed records
of every item they authenticate.

Access Kristen Reardon's log.

I suppose Gormogon
could've mailed himself
to the Jeffersonian,

stole an I.D.
and simply walked out.

- This has got nothing
to do with "Goobagon."
- Gormogon!

- Whatever. How many times
do I have to say that?
- [ Beeping ]

I don't have
the necessary clearance.

Let me try.

- [ Beeping ]
- Neither do I.

Excuse me.

[ Brennan ]
Wait. You have a password?

Yeah. Cam's.

What? She won't mind. [ Laughs ]

[ Beeping ]

Kristen Reardon worked
on a lot of 16th-century
baroque wood carvings.

I know your password too.
It's "daffodil."

- I never told you that.
- What? I got eyes.

I mean, you guys aren't
exactly C.I.A. material.

Daffodil? What? They're pretty.

It looks like Kristen
might have worked on
some Luristan Bronzes.

Any from the 13th century?

[ Hodgins ] Yeah. Tools,
utensils, sculptures.

- What's Luristan?
- Persia.

You mean Iran or Iraq.
Since the war, Iraqi museums
have been looted,

and their pieces are being sold
on the black market.

This murder has nothing
to do with the vault
or a serial killer.

So Kristen Reardon
was a smuggler?

More than likely
killed by a smuggler.

She goes to report something,
and the smuggler kills her.
Yeah.

I'll have Zack
check all of these
as possible murder weapons,

and I'm changing my password.

- Daisy?
- How did you know?

It's your second-favorite
flower. I know you, Bones.
Try a planet.

[ Snaps Fingers ] Jupiter!

Hey. Hey.

I owe you. No, you don't.

I do. Took the pressure off.

I even reconnected with Felicia.

She kissed me. What?

I swear I didn't see it coming.
She just planted it on me.

Like a peck on the cheek
or a full meal?

Why does that even matter?

Full meal.

I don't believe it.
What's the big deal?

I mean, you and I
aren't actually,
you know, going out.

She thought
she stole you away from me.
That's why she was so nice.

You. What?

You kissed back. No, no.

No, there was no kiss back.

You know, my lips, they may
have parted for a second--

- Hi. Ready for lunch?
- Hi.

Don't say hello to her.
How could you make a move
on my boyfriend?

He said things weren't
so great between you guys.

You didn't think
you should ask me first?

Sorry. Didn't seem like
he was all that into you.

Time out.
Let's get real here, okay?

You are fighting over something
that does not even exist. What?

We don't go out anymore.
We broke up a long time ago.

And you brought him for Dad
so he'd still think--

You know Dad. I'd never hear
the end of it. You saw how he
lit up when he got that remote.

It can handle up to
eight different devices.
We know, Booth.

Why didn't you tell me
you guys split up?

You want him?
Take him. I don't care.

- I don't want him.
- You don't?

I was just trying to
get back at you for being
so perfect all the time.

So you admit it?
Like you're a saint?

She used to go into my closet
with all my dolls...

and say they were
having a party,
but I wasn't invited.

You were five,
and they did not like you.

Typical! Start a fight
so we miss lunch.

You made reservations?
I thought we'd have to eat
from a cart in the street.

Wow. You two can have
lunch after all this?
Like you can ruin a meal?

- [ Felicia Scoffs ]
- Okay, that's it. I don't
know who you think--

Don't raise your voice
to her, Seeley.

What?

Let's go. Let him calm down.

Wow. Why did you guys break up?
What did he do?

It wasn't me. I--

[ Beeping ]
This is the most likely
murder weapon.

It's an antelope.
Actually, it's an oryx.

- That's a type of antelope.
- I was being precise.

You used to appreciate that.

- Sixty-seven degrees.
- Exactly.

Oryx on table,
struggle, Kristen Reardon
is impaled on the oryx.

Good work, Zack!
Let's swab the sculpture, see
if there's any D.N.A. evidence.

It's not here.

[ Bancroft ] What do you mean
it's not here anymore?

According
to Jeffersonian records,

the oryx was mailed to Box 99,
Poplar Street Post Office
in Arlington.

What? The Jeffersonian's
being used to smuggle
Iraqi artifacts?

- Has the F.B.I.
been informed about this?
- Yes, Dr. Bancroft.

Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan are
trying to arrange to have the
post office staked out tomorrow.

Good. Good. That's good.

[ Cell Phone Beeping ] It's Cam.

I told him. You were right.
He wasn't happy when I said
the F.B.I. already knew.

Thanks. Now we'll see if he's
a part of it or just another
ass-covering bureaucrat.

Good hunting.

Hmm. Little game there, Bones.

Who shows up
for the Iraqi Bambi?

There are a number
of possible candidates.

Come on. I mean,
it's a stakeout.
Play with me. Speculate.

- My money's on Bancroft.
- What? The head of
the Jeffersonian? Why?

- He's a dill weed.
- [ Scoffs ]

- You think he's a murderer just
because you don't like him?
- Bones, it's a game.

Well, there's
no way it's Bancroft.
He has a doctorate.

Dr. Kevorkian has a doctorate.

Whoa. So does that guy.

Dr. Klimkew.

During a murder investigation,
you uncovered my smuggling
operation?

Yep. Man, that is
bad, bad luck.

What about the murders, Evan?

Kristen Reardon
and Kyle Aldridge?

No, I'm afraid that their deaths
are on your hands.

How do you figure?

Well, this silver skeleton
Gormogon serial killer
is obviously involved.

You brought him into our house.

No. I can only take
responsibility for smuggling
this oryx into the country.

Get your hands off
the murder weapon.

We know what happened.

I was there, but it wasn't me
who pushed Kristen
onto that table.

It was Aldridge.
Now, why would he do that?

Uh, love gone wrong?
I don't know.

But Aldridge said
that if I didn't help him
dispose of the body,

he'd expose my smuggling deal
and I would go to prison.

Well, I guess that's it then,
huh, Bones? Case closed.

Right. Well, except somebody
killed Kyle Aldridge.

No, he hanged himself. Ow!

Well. Rope burns. Look at that.

Well, we think
you killed Kristen Reardon
probably by accident.

- We know you killed
Kyle Aldridge.
- Premeditated.

And I'm confident
we can prove it beyond
reasonable doubt to a jury.

Ow! It's over, Evan.

[ Slaps Arm ]

Do either of you
know a good lawyer?

Okay, don't take it so hard.

I'm not taking anything hard.
What are we? Russian?

Ah! Na Zdorov'ye! Yeah.

Mmm.

I'll tell you what else I know.

What you're taking hard...

is, uh, the fact that it
happened in your house.

It's not my house.
Not where you sleep.

The-- Your favorite place.
The house of reason.
The Jeffersonian.

Oh. It's not my favorite place.

- Yes, it is.
- What? No, it's not--
How do you know?

Daffodil, daisy,

Jupiter.

Okay, I'll tell you
what else I know.

You were hoping that
it was Gorgonzola.

- Gormogon.
- Ah! So you admit it!

Uh-- [ Sighs ] Accidentally.

Does-- Does that count? Yes.

Look, all the scientists
and the squints
and the eggheads,

they wanted it to be
a serial killer so it
wouldn't be one of them.

- "Them"?
- You.

Me? One of you.

You were all offended
that it was one of you.

You know what?

- I am offended.
- I just said that.

I'm offended because--

because--

Because you were betrayed
by one of your own.

Yes.

Are you going to betray me?

No.

Nonetheless,
I shall be vigilant.

"Nonetheless"? [ Laughing ]

I'm not gonna have
a headache tomorrow, am I?

Well, we're gonna find out.

Hodgins and Zack,
they do their experiments.
We do ours.

To Gorgonzola!

Gormogon.

You missed. [ Laughing ]

What's that mean?