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Lunch?

I was told to catalog all unidentified remains while Dr. Brennan was away.

And you were told to do this without eating?

Dr. Brennan was quite adamant they all be done before her return.

Come on, Clark. The divorce papers are signed and the wedding is on again,

and we are all going to celebrate.

I'm sure he feels that your invitation is a polite...

but insincere attempt not to exclude him.

We are just trying to spread the sunshine here, Clark.

[ Clearing Throat ]

I just wanted to say good-bye, Angela. I'm off to the airport.

Oh. Thanks. That's nice.

And thanks for the divorce. I really appreciate it.

Your happiness is all that matters to me.

And if in a day, a week or a year,

you want me back in your life, I'll be there.

Right. Well, we've got your number, so have a good trip.

Cherish her.

Done.

Isn't this all extremely awkward?

- That's sad. - It's actually a display of conflicting emotions,

what Reich called the “battle for orgastic potency,” which–

- Maybe later. - Sure.

- Would you like a ride to the airport? - That would be very kind.

- Thanks, Cam. - Sure.

Honestly, guys, I don't have to be included in everything.

So Wexler still hasn't called you, huh?

Ian is the top forensic anthropologist in England.

He's a very busy man, Booth. Busy trying to get you into bed for the past two weeks.

The least he can do is call– We're gonna need another cab just for all your stuff.

I was given lots of presents by the students at Oxford.

No, no, no, no, no! Don't touch that one.

Why? What is it? Why?

Because your students gave you your gifts, and the cops at Scotland Yard...

gave me a little something-something for their appreciation.

Huh? What is that?

- It's a bobblehead bobby. - That's all you got?

Well, it's a real nice one. Look. Oh.

What is this now, the queen's jewels?

- The bellman will help. - No, he's better dressed than I've ever been.

He'll get all dirty. I gotta tell you. You know what?

There's no rule saying you can't call him.

Although I gotta tell you, a guy who doesn't wanna talk to you...

just because you decide not to have sex with him, he can't be that great.

In bed? No. A great guy.

Because I think Ian would be great in bed. Okay, next.

Hey, pal, how about a little help? I gotta get to the airport. Come on.

♪♪ [ Woman Singing Soul Indistinct ]

[ Sighs ] I'm sorry they canceled your flight.

I'm not. Neither am I.

I was just trying to be polite. [ Chuckling ]

You know, it's getting late. Mmm.

Let me order you some breakfast before you go to work.

Earth-shattering sex and breakfast?

I can die a happy woman. Mmm.

I'm glad to be heading home,

but I think America dropped too much of the English stuff back in 1776.

Like what? You know, like, uh, royalty.

Meaningless title. No real power.

What, you never wanted to be a princess when you were a kid? No.

Even now– like, a castle, a moat, knights in shining armor.

You know what? I risk my life for the United States government every day.

I wonder if I can get Congress...

to pass something like, uh, knighthood. [ Cell Phone Ringing ]

“Sir Seeley Booth.” It just sounds right. Booth.

I get my worth from my intelligence and accomplishments.

From actual achievement. I don't need a title.

What– What's wrong?

It's Dr. Wexler.

Remodeling and analysis of the marrow indicates...

the subject lived in or around the coast of North Carolina.

- We should look at Jamaica. - No evidence suggests the Caribbean.

- For our wedding. - Right.

What was I thinking? Oh, I was focusing on my work.

You'll be in love one day too, Clark.

Yes, but today I am alone and happily dating multiple women...

so I can concentrate on my work and not get fired.

I also know this little island off the coast of Maine.

- Of course you do. - Sorry I'm late. What did I miss?

We're deciding between Maine and Jamaica for the wedding.

[ Hodgins ] Did Angela's ex get off okay? Whoa! Sorry?

- You took him to the airport? - Oh. “Off.” Of course.

Yes, he's off and gone.

All gone. [ Angela ] Great.

- Thank you for doing that. - Anytime.

Either Maine or Jamaica. You can't really go wrong.

I should– Bye.

[ Sirens Blare ] [ Police Radio Chatter ]

[ Chattering ]

[ Man ] Going to pack it up now, sir.

Ian said you were the best. [ Brennan ] What happened?

Why are you giving him the gun? We're leaving.

I think Inspector Pritchard is asking us to stay, Bones.

You want me to look at some remains?

You think they're Ian's?

[ Man ] It's impossible with Scotland Yard all over the place.

Are you ready for this?

This is Ian Wexler's flat. This is Ian Wexler's bed.

[ Booth Sighs ] Wow.

Markers are consistent with Ian's build and age.

Of course, I'll need access to a lab to make a definitive conclusion.

I'm sorry, Bones. Pritchard, I can only imagine how difficult this is, losing a partner.

C.I.D. is saying that there appears to have been a gas explosion.

- Looks like, uh, he was drinking. - He did enjoy a glass or two.

Bones. Cigarette?

Did Ian smoke?

Not that I'm aware of.

It looks as though he put the kettle on and lit a cigarette.

The pilot goes out, there's a gas leak, and whoosh, the place goes up.

No water in the kettle.

Water on the boil does tend to evaporate, Agent Booth.

Look, we don't suspect foul play.

We just want Dr. Brennan to give us a definitive identification.

Water doesn't evaporate if the stove wasn't lit.

Oh, perhaps even British resolve takes a knock...

when one loses one's partner.

There is evidence of trauma to the frontal bone.

That's gonna happen when the ceiling collapses on you, Bones.

No, this was before the fire.

This was not an accident, Inspector.

You wanted to see me? Oh, man, that is cool.

Not why you're here, Dr. Sweets. Sure.

But it's amazing that all of our hopes and desires and fantasies,

pain and pleasure all reside in three pounds of tissue.

Yeah, great. Well, some part of this little devil made me sleep with Angela's ex.

You slept with Angela's ex? Shh! A little discretion, please?

I might say the same to you. It just happened.

His flight was canceled, I was parked at the airport hotel, he checked in,

and I figured I'd see what all the fuss was about.

And was there fuss? Yes. Well-deserved fuss.

Why exactly? You're here as a shrink, Dr. Sweets.

Not as a guest on Loveline. Yes. Fine. Sorry.

Should I tell Angela? We're friends, and I don't want her to find out some other way.

'Cause then it'll seem like I'm hiding it.

Which you'd like to do because you're feeling guilty. Yes.

Good. Keep going. But he's gone now.

Almost. Almost?

There aren't as many flights to Fiji as you'd think. So it might come up again.

Oh, yes. I'm seeing him again tonight. [ Chuckles ]

I didn't mean like that. Neither did I.

Right. Okay.

Well, uh, it's understandable for you to feel some guilt and anxiety.

Which, by the way, is centered here. Dr. Sweets.

Right. Um, you feel you have no right to pleasure,

because it comes at the expense of your friends.

Yes. You're good.

But he's leaving soon, so I could say nothing and hope it all goes away.

But you'd still have to carry that anxiety every time you saw Angela.

Angela is open-minded by nature. She's happy with Hodgins.

I think clearing the air would be good for both of you. Right.

- Of course. Thank you. - Hmm.

Can I touch the brain just once as a reward?

Just once.

- It's squishy. - Hey.

I just got off the phone with Brennan.

Her friend Wexler's been killed in a fire.

Scotland Yard wants her to help in the investigation.

They're sending the remains to Wexler's lab at Oxford.

Brennan's gonna use the video link and the Web to send us crime scene photos and X-rays–

whatever we need to help. I'll tell Hodgins and Clark.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

We have not yet confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt...

that the human remains found in Dr. Ian Wexler's flat–

But, um, there's always a chance– [ No Audible Dialogue ]

You see, in cases like this, the–

My preliminary findings are that the remains in question...

- are those of Ian Wexler. - [ All Gasping ]

I am confident that this suspicion will be confirmed later today.

Cause of death has not been determined, but we have not ruled out foul play.

Many of you were close, very close, to Dr. Wexler.

- [ Sobbing ] - We'd appreciate any information you can provide.

Thank you.

I think we should talk to Sid and Nancy first.

A reminder, Agent Booth. There is a proper chain of command.

I'm the lead on this investigation.

Why are you talking to him like that? You asked us to stay.

I feel it's important to be clear.

- You gave him a gun and everything. - Bones, it's okay.

Understand, Pritch, we're just here to help. Whatever you need.

Thank you.

- [ Bell Tolls ] - We saw Dr. Wexler night before last. He seemed fine.

He was going out– He was going out for a drink. Frampton was driving him mad.

- Why? - He was trying to shut down the dig.

So he could build one of his condo developments on it. What's to become of the dig now?

[ Vera ] The bloody dig can wait, Cyril. Dr. Wexler is dead.

Dr. Wexler would want the job finished. You know it's true.

We're gonna have to talk to the two of you again...

after Dr. Brennan confirms the cause of death.

Legally, the remains have to stay here, but we've uploaded all the X-rays.

I'll have casts of the bones made and ship them to you as they are finished.

The fire substantially occludes what we can glean from these images.

- Can you focus on his feet? - Sure.

[ Hodgins ] I see soil and a singed sock.

Can I have any direct access to particulates?

As soon as Inspector Pritchard gets the okay from Scotland Yard.

- How you doin', sweetie? - I'm focused on finding out what happened to Ian.

The X-rays are starting to arrive.

I can see the depression fracture you mentioned on the frontal bone.

Looks like it was made by a small object, like a ball-peen hammer.

- Was there enough tissue for a tox screen? - It's being run now.

- We'll e-mail you the results. - What is that on the top of his left femur?

Some kind of plastic which may have been in his pocket.

Send me some high-res photos. I'll see if I can speed things along.

- Thanks. Call if you find anything. - Hey, Brennan, wait.

Grayson signed the divorce papers, so the wedding is on again.

Congratulations. Oh, is that bad?

To congratulate someone on a divorce? Hard to believe it's over, right?

Yeah, hard to believe. Well, we'll talk soon.

[ Clicks ]

Dr. Temperance Brennan resuming analysis.

The material fused into the anterior ventral femur...

appears to be plastic, partially melted.

[ Phone Speed-dials ] Booth.

I found something. What is it?

Where would Ian get a poker chip marked H.G.C.?

[ Man ] Oh, my God. Two nights ago, Dr. Wexler was buying drinks for his friends...

and playing the tables as if he hadn't a care in the world. [ Booth ] Was he with a woman?

[ Cate ] No, this is a gentleman's club, Agent Booth.

I didn't see a stage or a pole or dancers or anything like that.

No, an English gentlemen's club is for actual English gentlemen.

- How did Dr. Wexler strike you? - Uh, flush.

- What's that mean? - I believe you'd say “ro-rolling in dough”?

- Huh. - That's right. He, uh– He paid off his tab.

- How much did he owe? - We're getting into ticklish areas of confidentiality now.

This is a gentlemen's club, after all.

Scotland Yard will guarantee the F.B.I.'s discretion.

Isn't that right, Agent Booth? Hmm? Yeah, right.

Over £5,000. He paid it off in cash.

- Where'd he get that kind of money? - I'm sure I have no idea.

- Please? - Look, I, um,

took this, you might say, as a precaution,

even though Dr. Wexler told us that he knew the gentlemen and everything was fine.

This was taken from the security camera.

[ Booth ] Nice tattoo.

[ Grunting, Shouting ]

And the guy with the tattoo is taking him away.

If I thought they were going to kill him, then I'd have done something.

Don't beat yourself up, pal. You know, I'm sure you did the best you could.

[ Saroyan ] Tox screen showed he had quite a night...

with his friends Mr. Scotch and Mr. Merlot.

Blood alcohol level was .18.

No drugs, recreational or otherwise.

[ Beeping ] And no evidence of nicotine.

So what was the cigarette doing in his hand?

Put there to justify the explosion, I would imagine.

What have you found, Mr. Edison?

Well, if the casts are accurate,

new bone growth formed a craggy surface on the scapulas...

- and both the left and right lateral epicondyles. - Meaning?

The victim had bursitis caused by strenuous repetitive motion.

The only time I've seen this was on an autopsy of a sculler.

- What is that? Like a fish? - A sculler is someone who crews on a rowing team.

I also examined the fracture to his frontal bone.

- It was the result of a head butt. - Ouch.

- I concur. I'll send your findings to Dr. Brennan. - Thank you.

What are you working on, Angela?

Blowing up all the photos of the remains for Clark and Hodgins.

Trying not to lose quality. Excellent.

Oh, one other thing. I slept with your husband– ex-husband.

- What? - Good-bye.

Don't leave, Mr. Edison. I need a witness.

I'm sure you can find somebody who's been here longer than I have.

Are you one of us or not? No, I'm not one of us.

Well, you'll do anyway. Just–

Angela, I slept with him, and I feel really weird about it.

Wai– How? Did– I mean, when?

- Oh, God. - Grayson's flight was canceled, and one thing led to another.

He's very attractive, so... we spent the night together.

I'm sorry.

[ Sighs ] It's okay.

Really?

Of course. Why not?

We're divorced, so–

I mean, I got what I wanted from him, so now I guess you did too.

Well, yeah.

Can I go now, please?

- Angela, I– You are an amazing person. - Why are you amazing now?

I slept with Grayson, and Angela's okay with it.

- Of course. - [ Chuckles ]

Why should I care? I'm gonna marry you.

Well, I see no holes in your logic.

And he'll be gone in a day.

He's still here? Wow, that... must've gone well.

Is that something for me? Uh, yeah.

It's preliminary results of particulate and bug analysis.

Now, I found microphytobenthos algae, epipsammic and epipelic diatoms,

as well as a Chironomus riparius, or midge fly,

all of which were on the clothing shreds they sent me.

Well, you're excited, so it must mean something.

The levels and sediment on the algae indicate that the victim was near Henley-on-Thames...

within 24 hours of his death.

The Henley Royal Regatta takes place there– rowing.

[ Brennan ] Why are you doing this with me and not Inspector Pritchard?

Oh, come on, Bones. You and me, we're the real deal.

Look, she's having a tough time with this. I would, too, if you were killed.

You're sentimental that way.

Excuse me. The guy at the main boathouse told me...

that Dr. Wexler was a teammate of you blokes.

- Blokes? - Yeah, you know. Kinda feelin' at home.

F.B.I. Special Agent Booth. I have a few questions–

Hey, I'm talkin' here. I think you're a bit lost, mate.

You looking for America? Head for the coast, swim across the big pond.

You'll find a bunch of Yanks you can ask whatever you want.

Is that right? Excuse me, but– [ Groans ]

- [ Booth ] Oh! - [ Brennan ] We're working with Scotland Yard.

I'm Dr. Brennan. Ian was a friend of mine.

God, the man's got a head like a boulder.

You're the American bird Wexler was talking about, aren't you?

I'm surprised that lady cop of his isn't looking out for him.

Yeah, the two of them seemed, uh, more than colleagues.

Inspector Pritchard and Dr. Wexler had a sexual relationship?

Listen, love, Ian isn't exactly the faithful type, so if he's promised you something–

He's dead. He was murdered.

No. What?

We had a race this afternoon. I thought we'd be seeing him.

That's a pretty distinctive tattoo you got there.

Any chance you were at the Highgate Club night before last?

[ Stammers ] Wait. You think we killed Wex?

- You dragged him out of the club, didn't you? - This is bollocks!

We had a race. We don't sober Wex up in time, he's no good to us.

- His timing is discombobulated from the alcohol. - So you beat him up?

No. We dragged him into a bed in the boathouse and poured coffee into him in the morning.

His frontal bone was bruised.

His forehead. Maybe you gave him a good crack like you just gave me?

No! He didn't head-butt Wex. Tell you who did– a coxswain for the Queen's Light Guards.

What's his name? It's Jasper Ferry.

[ Chattering ]

[ Camera Shutters Clicking ]

Booth, he's not gonna talk to you. It's a tradition.

I know that, Bones, but I think I almost got him.

There's a little sweat coming off the side of his face.

If you interfere with one of the queen's guards,

I'm afraid I shall have to arrest you, Agent Booth.

Simmer down. I'm not doing anything wrong here.

- I'm just waiting for Lieutenant Ferry to go off duty. - He did not murder Ian.

- How you know that? - My colleagues at the Jeffersonian...

have discovered some very compelling evidence.

I imagine that you learned that two of Wexler's teammates from Henley-on-Thames...

abducted him from the club in order to sober him up before a race.

Then they told you about his argument and subsequent fight...

with Lieutenant Jasper Ferry here which Wexler lost after a well-deserved head-butt.

Why is everybody head-butting everybody around here? What's wrong with a sock to the jaw?

Well deserved? Why well deserved?

[ Sighs ] Ian was shagging Lieutenant Jasper Ferry's sister.

Oh. How'd you figure that out?

A revolutionary technique which consists of asking a series of questions...

to a murder victim's friends.

Nonetheless, I'm terribly impressed that your scientists can deduce...

almost as much from a few particulates.

Almost as much.

Almost as much?

Look, I'm sorry about your sister.

I really have to thank you. That was excellent advice.

You're welcome. It's always best to be honest.

Good. Then I can tell you it was tough to take you seriously at first.

You don't even look old enough to drive, so I thought,

“How could you possibly have any valid insights?” I have two doctorates.

I know, but doctorates don't teach you about sexual matters.

And being so young, I– I get it, Dr. Saroyan.

I'm just– Being honest, I know.

I'm just very grateful to you, Dr. Sweets. That's all.

Dr. Hodgins, Scotland Yard was interested in those other particulates you'd found...

that did not indicate Henley.

Okay, just– Okay.

Okay. And, Angela, I was wondering when you might finish enhancing those photos.

- Clark needs 'em. - You'll have them when they're done.

What do you think we're doing? Shirking our responsibility or something?

You know, we've been doing an excellent job around here even before you showed up,

so regulate yourself, okay?

I think maybe there's still a few unresolved issues.

[ Chattering ]

[ Cate ] We're still questioning the female students.

It seems that they're all accusing each other–

you know, each one thinking that they were special to Ian.

Hmm. Is that what you think too?

You've been asking questions of your own, I see.

Apparently you were sleeping with Dr. Wexler.

Don't you think that was something you should have told us, Inspector?

[ Scoffs ] Oh, please.

I'm British first, a cop second and a woman third. It's a miracle it ever came to light.

- For how long? - Irrelevant.

What you really want to know is if sharing Ian with other women made me want to kill him.

- Did it? - All those pretty young students?

The thing that made Ian so very, very good in bed was all that practice.

Sorry. Was that indiscreet? I thought Americans were all brash and forthright.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ] I thought Brits were frustrated sexually and repressed.

Brennan. [ Saroyan ] We found something. You busy?

- No, no, this is a fine time. - Assuming the casts are accurate,

I've isolated a stab wound that originates between the sixth and seventh thoracic vertebrae.

- Which would have pierced the lung and heart. - [ Clark ] Most definitely.

- That's a very deep wound. - Bones, what is it?

Ian was stabbed to death.

- A-And the weapon? - Don't know.

Maybe they found something at the scene. Nice work, Clark. Thanks.

Did you find any weapon at Ian's apartment that could have been used to stab him?

No. And I was there the whole time.

You're doubting me.

Yes.

Wouldn't you?

[ Brennan ] Inspector Pritchard? I just wanted–

I am not the jealous sort, and you are painfully naive...

if you think my sex life was limited to Ian, as I'm sure yours was not.

I didn't sleep with Ian. You didn't?

No. Why not? You obviously fancied each other.

Yes, I noted several physiological responses to his presence,

which can only be explained by sexual attraction.

So why didn't you sleep with him then? Because of Booth.

Oh, you know, I suspected that you two might be more than just partners.

Oh, no. That's incorrect. Booth advised me not to sleep with Ian,

because Booth didn't want me to be another notch on Ian's bedpost.

See, I rather saw it as climbing Everest.

Of course it's been done before, but the experience is still breathtaking.

You have a strong sexual appetite and you're not hamstrung by social moralizing.

- I can empathize with that. - Thank you.

Why didn't you tell us you had a relationship with Wexler?

Because I thought I'd be taken off the case.

I mean, if Agent Booth was murdered,

wouldn't you do everything in your powers to make sure that you found the killer?

Yes, but I don't sleep with Booth.

Have you withheld any other information?

Why on earth would I do that?

Because you called a meeting to talk to us, then Clark called to give us cause of death,

and then we basically accused you of murder.

[ Alarm Chirps ] So while Booth went to get our car,

I followed you to your car, and we began discussing mountain climbing and sex with Ian–

Yes, thank you, Dr. Brennan. I believe I'm up to date now. [ Chuckles ]

Oh! You are absolutely right.

I did forget to give you this.

[ Horns Honking ]

Hmm. It's a writ of release on Frampton's building site.

The site has been certified as having no historical importance whatsoever.

Signed and dated, Dr. Ian Wexler– shortly before his death.

This document would be worth millions of dollars to Frampton.

I suggest that you and Agent Booth ask Mr. Frampton...

if he forced Ian to sign that before killing him.

Okay. Oh.

Word to the wise, Dr. Brennan. I'd encourage you not to forego Everest.

Well, it's too late. Ian's dead.

Oh, yes, of course.

To whom else would I be referring other than Ian?

Me, kill Wexler? According to the papers, the poor bastard died in a fire.

That wasn't cause of death. He was stabbed.

We know that Dr. Wexler stood in the way of your latest project.

He was checking the site for historical value. It's the law.

- Nothing stands in your way. - Everything stands in my way, Agent Booth.

Environmental groups, historical societies–

You know, there's even a radical preservationist group.

They threatened me because I want to improve the city.

“Saviours of Antiquity.” Hmm.

I'd like to build a time machine, take all these lunatics and send them back...

where there's no air-conditioning or TV.

They can watch their loved ones die from the flu and the plague because there's no medicine.

Then see how they like the good old days.

Right. Um, Dr. Wexler, uh, signed the writ for you to start building.

Correct? [ Chuckles ]

Of course he did.

He spent two years rooting around in the dirt, and all he got was dirty.

We couldn't help but notice how recently Dr. Wexler gave his okay for you to build.

So I guess the only question is, how forceful did you have to get with him?

[ Sighs ] I see.

Yeah, so, I was so inspired...

by the sadistic murder of my daughter...

that I thought that I would try one myself.

If there's nothing further, I'm gonna get blind drunk.

So, I found something very odd that was on the victim– mercury fulminate.

I thought Cam was going to be sending us all the results.

I'm a grown-up. I don't need a middleman.

Now, with this amount of mercury, I'd think he'd been poisoned, but...

tox results say otherwise. And it didn't come from Henley?

Nope. I also found phyllosilicate minerals and carbonic acid.

I'm not sure where they came from either.

Hey, can you have them send me more samples from the remains,

and the locations from which they came on the body? Of course.

But Scotland Yard says that all requests have to come through Dr. Saroyan.

Right, 'cause nothing could possibly happen without her.

Is everything okay, Hodgins? Yep, sure, fine.

I'll have our all-powerful leader send the request.

[ Beeps ]

Thank you all for coming. Cam said we had to.

- Or lose our jobs. - For insubordination.

Oh, I was kind of hoping that you all came of your own volition...

with an eye toward ameliorating a tense situation.

Can't you just tell her not to be so bossy? I'm your boss.

It's very important to realize that Dr. Saroyan has done nothing to merit your anger–

- Thank you. - as a boss.

But by sexualizing her relationship with Mr. Barasa–

- Is there no better way to put that? - Everything else sounds worse.

She's made you both confront unresolved feelings...

about Mr. Barasa's impact on your lives and how he affects your relationship.

Angela and I love each other and are getting married.

I know. Why did you think I was questioning that?

Look, shrinky, don't go making problems where there aren't any, okay?

Although, the next time that you drive somebody to the airport...

just let them fly the hell out of Dodge, okay?

This all would have been a lot easier if I'd kept my mouth shut.

No. Nonsense. You're all friends.

I'm sure now that you see the situation for what it is, you'll know how to move through it.

Am I right? I think Dad wants us to apologize.

I apologize for...

sleeping with people.

I apologize for snapping at you after basically giving you permission to sleep with people.

Oh, God!

So now everything is fine?

That is the result of open and honest communication with a highly trained mediator.

[ Hodgins Sighs ] Fine.

I am sorry for being so cranky–

which is my basic personality, so it seems stupid to apologize–

Hodgins, would you just– I apologize.

[ Vera ] Dr. Wexler never said one word...

about giving Frampton the okay to build condos here.

[ Booth ] Well, he signed a writ saying this place had no historical value.

I'm stunned, I tell you. The writ must be a forgery.

After two years, you hadn't found anything. I think that's a reasonable timeline.

This says we have to vacate the dig in two days.

But Dr. Wexler felt certain we were close.

There was a previous Bronze Age find about 600 meters south.

- That's his signature, right? - I don't care. He wouldn't do it.

Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan. Yeah?

Got these from our forensic accountant.

Wow, look at that. Some checks made out to Wexler.

Ten of them from a shell company owned by Frampton.

Seems that 25,000 pounds was the going rate for a piss-broke forensic anthropologist.

That's how he paid off his debts.

Frampton bribed Ian to vacate the dig.

[ Hodgins ] They found traces of mercury fulminate in the lower extremities,

higher concentration on the patellas...

and the greatest was where he was stabbed.

- So it was on the murder weapon. - Yeah, it looks that way.

Any idea what kind of weapon it was? No, not yet.

Whatever punctured the bone was rough, like a stick.

And I've tried knives, awls, picks, but nothing matches.

Who would use mercury fulminate?

It's used in neon lights, batteries, by taxidermists and at tanneries,

and in the manufacture of explosives.

Frampton has different companies. Maybe one of them uses mercury fulminate.

Yeah, I'll see what he owns. I'll look for any instruments found in those fields...

that could be used as a weapon.

Ah, look at that, Bones, huh?

I'm not saying that we should have a king or a queen or beheadings and all that jazz.

I'm just saying, you know, calling someone, like, uh– hey– Sir Seeley Booth?

Now, that is civilized. Oh, what makes you think that you would be knighted?

Come on. You're serious, right? Please.

Well, look at this. You two seem to be relaxing. Yeah, I'm gettin' into it.

My head is feeling a little bit clearer, as chaotic as the English can be.

So, Pritch, tell me. You think I got what it takes to be a knight, right?

That's not your first pint, is it? No.

Did you bring information on the case?

I ran some checks on Saviours of Antiquity. Last year, they were suspects in the bombing...

of a new construction built on the site of a 13th-century church in Bayswater.

Burnt it to the ground. Mercury fulminate.

- I'm sorry? - Used to manufacture explosives.

The residue would be on the bomb makers and could have been transferred to Ian's stab wound.

Well, only two other members of the group were charged. Others were released.

- Look who they let go. - Cyril.

Yeah, who would be very angry that Wexler sold out the dig.

I'm telling you, Vera, there's nothing more to be done there. It's shut down.

A week, maybe 10 days to clean up, and it's over. So suddenly after two years?

[ Booth ] Hey, Vera, Dr. Brennan wants you in the lab. [ Cyril ] What, not me?

[ Cate ] No, Cyril. Dr. Brennan wants you to tell us about this.

- Saviours of Antiquity? Please! - Where were you on the night that Dr. Ian Wexler died?

- You can't be serious. - Cyril finds out his professor is on the take and kills him.

I was in Wales, visiting my parents.

- Cyril quit the Saviours years ago. - I joined mostly to meet women.

I'm not a fanatic.

Call my mum. Ask her.

Uh, we ate eel. It's my favorite dish.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Grunting ] You think they ever made a Frankenstein in this place?

No, Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster.

Yeah, 'cause the other way around, that would make no sense.

- Bones, I know that look. - Me too.

Whenever Ian had that look, it meant that things had just gotten more complicated.

Clark just got the last of the casts,

and while he was finishing reconstructing the skeleton...

he found an extra bone.

- Wexler had an extra bone? - No, no.

It's a shattered section of a femur from someone else that the interns here didn't identify.

Every piece of bone you have here was found and cataloged at the scene.

Well, maybe he held on to it. Bone people like to hold on to bones.

I think it's the murder weapon.

- Seriously? - The entry point of the stab wound is between T6 and T7,

extending approximately 22 centimeters through the heart and lungs.

The killer used a bone to stab Ian.

Live by the bone, die by the bone. It's– Sorry.

It occurs to me that if we find the origin of the bone, then, well, we find the murderer.

That's where the mercury comes in.

This bone displays very high levels of mercury fulminate.

- What does that mean, Bones? - Nothing. - That's very useful.

I'm more interested in the fact that it's ossified.

That basically means it's turned to stone.

No, no. Don't you start explaining things to me now.

What is the significance of that?

It means it's over 2,000 years old.

I was already working at the top of my game knowing “ossified.”

2,000 years old puts this bone firmly in the Bronze Age.

- The site. - Oh, my God.

So this bone alone would have prevented Frampton...

from building his skyscrapers. Yes.

Perhaps the murderer used it to kill Ian...

as a kind of symbolic revenge for signing the writ.

- That makes sense. - No, it doesn't make sense.

Nobody just kills somebody with a bone symbolically, not even in England.

- So, what then, Agent Booth? - You have the fire, the cigarette–

It was all set out of panic. The killer didn't act symbolically.

He acted out of rage.

Sweets is actually good at his job.

I know, right? I mean, did you understand you weren't actually mad at Cam?

No, actually, I was mad at her.

I mean, you don't have sex with someone and then expect everything to be fine.

Yeah, not when they're supposed to be gone and out of our lives. That is not fine.

No, it definitely is not.

Why? You're divorced. Why aren't you fine with Cam sleeping with him?

Well, for the same reason you aren't fine with him still being in town.

But if everything's over with him, wh– why do you care who he sleeps with?

Why do you care that he's still in town?

- I don't care. - Obviously you do.

If you were 100% certain of me, you wouldn't care. But you do.

If you were 100% certain you didn't want him, you wouldn't care that Cam slept with him.

You don't trust me.

Saying that means you don't trust me. [ Scoffs ]

How can two people who don't trust each get married?

- I thought we did trust each other. - Yeah, I did too.

Two people who don't trust each other shouldn't be together at all.

- You really think that? - Don't you?

I mean, yeah, I-I do. I mean, I actually do think that, but–

Oh, my God.

Yeah.

I don't know what happened.

I don't either.

But I know it did happen.

I'm gonna– I'm gonna go.

You know, all you had to do was trust me.

Hey, you're the one that's leaving.

You're the one who isn't stopping me.

[ Whispers ] Yeah.

Dr. Wexler would have told us about a find this important.

Yeah, unless he wanted to keep the money.

- Dr. Brennan, why are we here? - This was farmland, a stable for over 200 years.

Oh, in the 18th and 19th centuries. So? No mercury.

But in the 17th century, there was an inn over there...

and a tannery right there.

One of the oldest tanneries in Kensington.

Oh, my God. What?

That's right. Mercury fulminate. It's used in tanning.

The tannery was here for over a hundred years.

Mercury would have seeped into the soil and contaminated whatever it touched.

Why is this area covered? Vera, you supervised that part of the dig.

Nothing was found there. Dr. Wexler told us to move on.

Booth, will you help me? Yeah, I got it.

This soil should be loose from the excavation.

It's been packed down. [ Cate ] Covered by wooden palettes.

- Vera, what's going on? - Nothing. I told you.

Dr. Wexler instructed me to move on.

- Another ossified bone chip. This is a Bronze Age site. - You live for this.

Why'd you cover it up? I didn't do anything. Cyril, tell them.

We've been working together two years trying to make this find.

The bone had no hilt. She would've scraped her palm if she stabbed him.

[ Scoffs ] You two are very, very good.

We're the best.

- Good job, Bones. Come on. Up you go, Vera. - You don't understand.

- Have some cuffs, please? - You don't understand what Ian wanted to do.

You kill Wexler so you could keep the money for yourself?

- Ian wanted to give the money back. Don't you understand? - Not at all.

I'm afraid I do. It was Ian through and through.

He happily accepted the bribe money when there was no reason to be bribed.

But the minute they found something, he got all noble and principled and–

and wanted to return the money.

- It'd have ruined his career. - And mine too. Don't you see?

- He never thought of that. - So, Ian was a good man really?

A relatively good man– [ Sighs ]

which was good enough for some of us.

[ Brennan on Message Machine ] Technically, you have not reached Temperance Brennan.

But if you leave a message, it will reach her– me– Temperance Brennan.

[ Line Beeps ] Hey, sweetie, it's me.

Hodgins and I broke up, and, uh, I won't really know why until I speak to you.

So I'm just gonna crawl into bed until you get home, and then we can–

[ Phone Beeps ]

Angela.

Oh, God. [ Chuckles ] You again.

I heard you broke up with the small angry man.

So before I leave, I want to ask you one more time.

No. No one gets me.

I'm nobody's.

I understand. Perhaps you can drive me to the airport?

That's some kind of code for you, isn't it?

Maybe I should take him.

No. I'll take him.

What's this? Look, it's been very interesting working here.

But I'm a man of science, and this place is just–

- It's very dramatic. - Well said.

I just want to work in a regular lab, you know?

So you want that ride or not? Yes, he does.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

You know, Wexler was kind of like a Robin Hood kind of a character–

steal from the rich. I turned down my chance to sleep with Robin Hood?

Sometimes you just take the oddest leap.

Hey, Pritch. [ British Accent ] Cheerio, mate.

[ Chuckles ] “Hello” is fine.

On behalf of Her Majesty the Queen of England,

I dub you Sir Seeley Booth,

[ Knife Clatters ] Knight of the Realm.

Wow.

“Official Junior Knight.”

Eh? Look at that. Wait a second. That's from a toy store.

It doesn't mean you're not Sir Galahad.

Thanks.

I'm sorry about Ian.

Me too.

It was a real honor working with you both.

Same here.

If you need a lift to the airport–

- Bones– She got us a limo. - Of course.

But if you're ever in the colonies–

It would be lovely.

[ Pats Knee ] She likes you.

No. Yes! And she's very sexual.

Enough. It's just– [ Laughs ] Stop.

I'm gonna miss this place.

♪♪ [ Man ] ♪ Hear the birds begin to sing their song of love ♪

This is definitely not a diner.

♪ And may their happy sound ♪

Come on. We should go before someone else gets killed. Yeah, you're right.

[ Clears Throat ] Here we go. Oh!

My arm? Thank you.

Thank you, Sir Seeley. Ah.

[ British Accent ] Pleasure, Lady Temperance.

[ Laughing ] You sound Australian. I don't sound Australian.

♪ Love don't stand ♪

It's definitely not English.

♪ A ghost of a chance ♪♪

What's that mean?