Okay, Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth.
Together. A little closer.
Okay, yeah, that's perfect.
Beautiful.
Now keeping your back straight, I want you each to lean forward.
No.
- Excuse me? - Come on, Booth.
I'm sure this is 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 is 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,
Sign the forms so I can get out of this suit
and I could have a Saturday night.
I don't care how young you are.
I've never believed in psychotherapy.
Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan, this isn't a game.
The FBI is considering severing your partnership.
- What? - Why?
Why?
Dude, you arrested her father.
He was just doing his job.
but come on, he, like,
he arrested your father.
He's going to have to be a witness against him.
Circumstances such as these tend to stir up lots of scary feelings.
I don't have scary feelings.
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...
fill out these questionnaires
and get'em back to me.
Don't share your anwsers
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 going to 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?
That's my fault. I told him I wasn't available during the week.
Why'd you go and do that? I had seats right behind the dugout.
Booth.
Don't look on my paper.
Okay, yeah, got it.
There's only one thing more fun than a therapy on a Saturday night
and that's a dead body.
Look at all the cars.
I thought the VA hospital was closed.
It is, Bones, but I mean, come on.
It's the week-end, right?
An abandoned building surrounded by acres of secluded land.
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...
pushes things into your territory. I haven't touched it yet.
Definitely not homeless, nice watch,
good shoes, at least what's left of them.
Male, middle-aged.
Levels of decomp would suggest he's been out here a few weeks,
- but... - I don't get it.
Kids coming here every night and they're just noticing him now...
- Dumped at the top of the hill? - He rolled out.
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 Mary Ann Milano to the ninth hole sand trap.
She had long hair all the way back to...
You are so gonna regret telling this story.
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.
Bones S03E04 "The secret in the soil"
Transcript: www.yyets.com
Sync: IceFre@k
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Has it occurred to either of you that this might be another victim
in the Widow's Son case?
Based on what?
Because the victim was cooked like an entry,
Sounds like 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?
He 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.
It makes it difficult to get a clear view of the injury.
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?
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?
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?
We should be finished within 20 minutes.
Excellent.
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.
Angela called. 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.
The teacher's not in the room, let me see.
- Is this how you got through school? - No
Maybe algebra, but...
Hey, Booth, I got your I.D.
Franklin Curtis, age 54.
His wife Margie reported him missing yesterday.
Augusta county.
He was rich.
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.
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 Amara.
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, M... Harding?
Something I can help you with?
FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth. This is my partner Dr. Temperance Brennan.
I'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 in 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.
No love lost between the two of you, I see.
The man was trying to kick me off of my own land.
My family has 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?
N-Not that I can recall. Really?
Because Virginia Pesticide Control Board reports that you registered
an application of chloropicrin to your field last Thursday,
the 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. - 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?
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 over-simplifying
an enormously complex issue.
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'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.
Yeah, in 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.
Oh, so if Frank's body were in Harding's curing barn,
that would explain how it got cooked.
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.
Thanks.
What, we 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.
- I'm making lemonade. - Lemonade!
It's awful hot today.
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 M... Curtis.
Uh, we don't have to talk to them, Elizabeth.
Don't mind M. 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 get 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, Mme. 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.
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 free-standing 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 don't really see why I would 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.
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 hot house.
Like pineapples?
Like pineapples.
Thanks.
Boy, sorry to hear about Frank.
He was a good man.
A big supporter of what I'm trying to do here.
All right, M... Paige... Please, call me Lyndon.
You ever eat a pineapple for the same day with picked Agent Booth?
Actually, no, and...
- Let me make you each a smoothie. - That's okay.
I'd love one. Frank Curtis ever visit your hot house?
Once, back when I first built it.
He had some advice on how to maximize sun exposure.
- 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.
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.
Go ahead and check out the hot house.
I'll bring these out soon as they're done.
Frank Curtis's wife stood to gain the most from her husband's death.
- If she found out he was cheating... - But you said her alibi is solid.
That doesn't mean we can't, you know, double check.
I bet Sweets was picked that 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 going to find the second victim here.
Yeah, you know what, you're right.
So what do you say we go check...
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?
Sorry about that smell.
Guess I left the vents open.
Community composting facility is 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 every organic farmer in the county does it.
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.
Do 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 heat.
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?
It's wrong how excited he sounds.
We've got five people on staff full time.
But there's 43 farmers with keys to the gates.
You all right?
Just the smell.
We've probably got a couple masks in the office,
you two want me to go... I'm fine.
Agent Booth tends to be squeamish.
I'm fine, okay?
So you were saying 43 farmers?
They're welcome to dump their own waste,
otherwise we schedule a pickup with our truck
- when it's running. - That's right.
- Hey, Gavin. - Tim Peck,
Clay Ainsley, couple of our local farmers.
This is Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan.
They're here about Frank.
Truck stopped running again Gavin. I think it needs a new fuel filter.
I just 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.
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 corp 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.
The smell out here always puts him in a foul mood.
I'm going to need names and addresses of every employee...
And a list of participating faers.
And the facility has to be closed
until all of the composis 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.
What, I'm in the middle of an investigation. I get distracted.
- So it's not my investigation, too? - It's too early in the morning.
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. 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 going to 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 going to close our eyes.
Follow the anger, all right?
Feel it?
Feel it softening.
You feel that?
Very mature, guys.
Got to run, Sweets. Got the call.
Let's boogie, Bones.
And, look, next time, you really should
tell me if there's going to 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.
- 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 going to 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 100 suspects.
- Are you coming in? - No. You know what?
That's your thing.
And I'll just mess things up if I come up there.
I just heard a crunch.
Definitely not plant life.
I'd love to try this feeding fungi.
That's adipocere.
- Is that good or bad? - Good for us.
Bad for the victim.
Female, probably in her early 20s.
We attribute rapid decomposition
to the microbial activity of the compost pile...
She's been dead about the same time as Curtis.
Dead Frank was fired with another woman£¿
These three phalanges still have some tissue.
And fingernails.
I may be able to get some scrapings, maybe even a print.
Calliphoridae didn't have a chance to oviposit.
She must have 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?
Well, 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.
Well, 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
use of cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
Somebody tried to save her.
The woman you found...
- Who was she? - 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, 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.
Mme. 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.
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.
You know I used that device on in one of my novels,
and my editor thought it was trite.
Ha! Maybe it was Frank's take on being environmentally friendly,
making a friendly environment.
Get it?
Apparently not.
You know, I really hate these gloves.
No. No sign of forced entry.
These sunglass frames are made of bamboo.
Oh, is that weird?
Well, most frames are made of metal or plastic,
sometimes vinyl.
Maybe they belong 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.
Let's call forensics and have the place swept.
Send everything to the...
To the Jeffersonian, yup.
- 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.
Name on the credit card... Emma Billings.
- Booth? - Yeah.
I think we found our second victim.
Emma Billings.
She has an interior superior margin fracture
to the C-5 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.
FBI 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'd 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.
Wouldn't want him following me. I know, right?
Guy's name is Noel Liftan.
He was fired.
Emma filed a restraining order.
Booth is trying to track him down.
Any progress on time of death?
It appears to have been accidental
That'll explain CPR
Frank were stabbed multiple times.
Right. Not so accidental.
Hey, Booth.
What about the murder weapon used on Frank?
Find anything yet?
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 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.
Then I guess I got no reason to suspect you.
- You were just keeping an eye on her. - I was.
Frank Curtis.
- Who? - Frank Curtis.
- He's the one. You should talk to him - OK?
He treated Emma like he owned her.
It was so messed up.
The reflections on this table,
the patterns are beautiful.
Focus.
Frank Curtis.
Oh, sure.
Frank comes in for one of his regional visits.
You know, and has the manager hire Emma.
The next time he comes in, he can see that Emma's falling for me.
So he has me fired and then tells Emma to take out a restraining order.
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 sell my products.
Your products?
Hemp oil-based body products.
I make them myself.
There's a surprise.
I guess you're telling me you don't have an alibi.
I reviewed the forensic samples from the apartment.
Traces of triglycerides, diglycerides,
and free fatty acids on both the carpeting and the furniture.
It 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.
Re-examine any clothing from Frank and Emma's bodies.
See if you can find additional traces of the oil.
Dr. Brennan,
I need you to see something.
Fracturing to Emma's sternum I concealed a malformation
that became apparent once I finished reconstruction.
A sternal feramin.
Emma Billings and Frank Curtis
both shared a congenital abnormality.
When Zach told me his findings, I decided to run DNA tests
on the tissue samples from both victims.
Multiple matching RFLPs.
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, Zach.
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 scapuli 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've 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.
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.
It 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 just switched.
And he has a key, he could've dumped the body in the middle of th night
But whose side are you on?
don't say the facts, because that just 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 kind of hot.
What the hell is he doing?
It's a Vedic chant.
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?
- All right, you know... - Noel!
Just want to ask you some more questions, that's all.
- Who are the chicks? - Be respectful, be a gentleman.
Let's go, up, up, up...
Come on. There you go.
That's it, okay.
This here is Dr. Brennan.
Angela Montenegro, she's an artist.
- Cool. - Yeah, groovy.
Did you see a truck parked outside
Emma's apartment building last Wednesday?
How would I know?
It's not like I kept a log of everyone going in and out of the building.
Listen, 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,
it had a cool logo from some organic composting place.
We need to know who was driving the truck
and if he went in to Emma's building.
What, 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, Caucasian,
uh, brown hair,
he was wearing sunglasses.
Kind of looked like they were made out of wood or something.
Far out, huh?
Wood.
Do you guys have medical marijuana in DC?
Because I get anxiety attacks.
Give Angela something to draw.
He had a...
square jaw, straight nose,
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 'em, so Frank gave 'em 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.
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's story.
As old as time, my compost friend.
- Need something? - Charles Rogan,
You're under arrest for the murder of Frank Curtis and Emma Billings.
Oh, God, no.
Th-This isn't what you think!
Gavin, I didn't...
- I swear I didn't... - Don't.
Don't say a word, Charlie.
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 DNA 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 DNA to that of her attacker.
There was a 25% commonality.
Half sisters.
- It was Cat 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.
Cat called.
We were still friends.
I knew she'd never hurt anyone.
It was an accident.
So you told Cat
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,
where Emma was.
He had a pitchfork.
I was turning the compost when he was yelling at me.
He knew what would happen to you and Kat if you 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.
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.
Oh, my God, no.
Oh, my God, no!
So, case finished?
- Yes. - Congratulations.
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 FBI, 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.
By questioning his humanity?
You're going a little bit overboard. He's just a kid. 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.
You complement each other.
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... - It'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...
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?
In your scenario, we wouldn't even
know each other because there are no murders.
More.
I said "no more murders."
Then fine.
I mean, we could have a coffee.
So that's clear, then?
I mean, we'd have coffee
and that's our relationship?
Coffee.
Yeah, let's move on.
Bones S03E04 "The secret in the soil"
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