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EMPLOYEE I'm... stuck.
Something's wrong.
Uh, let me give you a hand there.
Ugh.
Wh-What is that?
Oh...!
Decomposition's almost complete.
I don't know how I can separate
the organic material from the chocolate.
Os coxa suggests female.
The earliest stages of spondylosis
indicate an age range
in the late 20s.
Hey, maybe it's an Oompa Loompa.
I don't know what that is.
Oompa Loompa. Oompa Loompa.
Gasses that would normally be released into the air
during decomposition were trapped
in the hard chocolate,
reducing the soft tissue to a putrid fluid.
Agent Booth? I'm, uh, Jimmy Walpert.
I'm sorry that I wasn't here, but I-I got a bit sick.
Well, that's no surprise there.
This is Scott.
Scott Kimper.
K-I-M-P-E-R.
Chief Chocolate Engineer.
Oh, I didn't know chocolate required engineering.
Making chocolate is a science unto itself.
No, it's not. It's a technique
which requires various scientific disciplines
physics, chemistry...
So you guys were both present
when the body was discovered?
It was awful.
It didn't make any sense. I was there the day we poured.
So was I, and there certainly wasn't any
dead body.
Really? Well, it's not a secret now,
is it, Mr. Walpert?
This is an awful lot of chocolate to pour.
I tempered our
new formula to withstand additional humidity
and loaded up a cement mixer.
When was that?
Tuesday morning. 10:00.
How long did it take to set?
I confirmed solidity on Thursday, 3:30 that afternoon.
I can give you my notes.
I personally monitored it every eight hours.
I saw nothing strange.
Do you have any security cameras here,
any surveillance I can take a look at? Footage?
Just a temporary fence with a padlock for insurance purposes.
You don't think that a child saw the chocolate and fell in?
No. The victim appears to be an adult.
Judging from this section of the pelvis...
female, late 20s.
I'll tell you one thing I've noticed.
That I'm sort of off chocolate.
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You know, it was widely rumored
that Pope Clement the 14th was killed
with a cup of poisoned chocolate.
Was he a good pope or a bad pope?
He was no Urban the Sixth.
Oh, no. Of course not.
Oh, who, by the way, was the answer
to my record-breaking Daily Double win on Jeopardy.
The category, of Torture.
Was that the game that you played while I was away?
It was more than just a game.
Mr. Nigel-Murray won almost a million dollars.
Which, after travel,
uh, an overindulgent lifestyle,
the occasional game of chance and a, uh...
a little stint in rehab,
I, uh... I no longer possess.
But I do-- I still have my memories.
Thailand...
Reassembling the chocolate
made i to scan,
but the condition of these remains is far from ideal.
That's an understatement.
Hey, rugal folds.
Found a piece of stomach.
Is this a slight depression
on the occipital? Yes. Perhaps she struck her head
on the mold as someone held her down in the chocolate.
Which would mean that she was drowned.
Certainly a possibility.
Cam, can you analyze the lungs?
Lungs?
There are no lungs.
Definitely looks like murder.
There's nothing definite here, Mr. Nigel-Murray.
It's possible the victim had a grand mal seizure
while voluntarily lying in the chocolate.
But let's call it murder just for fun.
Why is it so cold in here?
Holy crap.
Look at the size of that thing.
We turned the thermostat down
so no chocolate would melt on the CT.
It's on loan from Johns Hopkins.
Johns Hopkins. Almost forgot that.
Another one for Michelle's short list.
I-I cannot believe she's already applying to colleges.
Does Michelle know what she wants to study?
Marine Biology, Art History,
Russian Literature...
She's kind of all over the place.
She's actually going to be here in a few minutes
so we can go over our application strategies.
Don't you mean her application strategies?
Didn't I say that?
What's this here? On the right radius?
Oh, looks like it may be perimortem sharp-force trauma,
an injury sustained in the attack.
But we'll know more when the bones are clean.
Just don't lose the chocolate.
Dr. Hodgins can help you.
I sense a mess in our future.
Speaking of which, I need to get
cleaned up for Michelle.
Oh, you know, there are many fine universities
in England-- uh, Oxford and Cambridge, of course,
but th-th-there's also...
You so much a s mention leaving the country to my daughter,
and I will choke you on your own trivia
and stuff your lifeless body in a locker.
Then again, Georgetown's lovely.
Mm-hmm.
It's closer. Closer.
Now, I know I promised that the decision
was yours and yours alone,
but I did send away for a few catalogs
just to give you a sense of your options.
A few?
Now, with your grades and SAT scores,
plus extracurriculars,
I truly think you have a shot
at getting into any one of these schools.
The trick is gonna be the essay questions,
and then talk about personal interviews later...
Uh, Cam, I think I've already decided where I want to go.
Your top choice? That's great.
Why don't we do this in tiers?
Top choice, reach schools,
safeties...
Uh, no, I mean, I only want to apply
to one school, early decision.
Wellesley?
Central Maine State University.
Excuse--
Central... Maine?
That-that's a...
State University, Pittsfield Campus.
I am not familiar with that university,
but, um, then again,
I don't know much about the center of Maine.
It's a small school,
but it's got a great General Studies department.
That way, I won't have to narrow down my interests.
General Studies.
Mm-hmm. Derrick's already in
because he got a football scholarship.
Ah. Derrick.
Cam. Don't say his name like that.
I like Derrick, Michelle. I do.
But this is your future.
It's important.
You said this was my decision.
You told me you'd support me.
Yes, but when I see that you might be making a mistake...
So you're not supporting me?
Unconditionally?
You're right, Cam.
This is my future.
I'm sorry. Let's talk about...
No. I got to go. I'll see you later.
I got to tell you, I don't think
I've ever, ever quite seen anything like this.
Well, anthropologically speaking,
chocolate and violence often intersect.
Take the ancient Aztecs.
Cocoa pods were used in ritual
to represent the human heart,
while the seeds inside represented blood.
So, what's the deal with the body? Any news?
Mr. Nigel-Murray is cleaning the bones as we speak.
Some fractures appear to indicate a struggle.
But we can't get a clear look until Hodgins
and Mr. Nigel-Murray clean the bones.
They should lick them. Lick 'em clean.
Licking would contaminate the osseous surface.
Joke, Bones.
All right? Just a joke.
All right? Sarcastic.
Hello, Angela.
Hey. I just sent you the victim's facial reconstruction.
Oh, convenient.
Yeah.
Well, I ran it through Missing Persons,
and nothing came up.
All right. I'll-I'll show Booth.
Thanks, Angela.
Yowza.
"Yowza" was the early
20th century exclamation you use
to indicate that you are responding sexually.
The victim's nasal bridge reminds me of Hannah.
Her nose looks a little bit like Hannah.
She away again?
Is that why you're making
sexually suggestive exclamations?
She's traveling with the president
of the United States.
She's in Munich until the weekend.
I love Munich.
Ich liebe Bayern! Und Sie?
So, Angela find any missing persons?
Ja. Aber sie fand keine...
No match. No match.
So, you know what? Let's just do this
the old-fashioned way.
Hey, Booth. Yowza.
That was very funny.
Yeah. It was. It was objectively very amusing.
I'm laughing all the way out the door.
Yowza.
How's my sweet thing and her precious cargo?
Oh, we're fine. Huh?
We're just cleaning up the 3D images of the remains.
I think he really likes 3D.
If-if by "cargo," you're implying
that I already resemble a container ship,
let me warn you, you ain't seen nothing yet.
I can't wait until we start to tell people.
I think we should tell people now.
Okay?
Yeah. Sure. Yeah.
Um, you know, I'll tell Cam when I see her.
No.
This is a big deal. We need to throw a party.
I mean, like, tomorrow night. Oh.
Founding Fathers. We'll get food.
Some drinks. I mean, everyone will be so excited for us.
I can't wait to see their faces.
Me, neither.
How about if I invite everybody?
I'm afraid that you're gonna give it away.
Yes, good point.
Yeah.
Sure. Good. Okay.
Um...
Angela's got something to ask you.
Hodgins wants to make a big announcement
and tell everybody that I am pregnant.
But everyone already knows.
I know, but Hodgins doesn't know that,
because he wanted it to be his surprise.
You didn't say anything, did you?
Oh, no. No one did. Okay, good.
Well, everybody's just gonna have to act surprised,
and if they can't pull it off, then they just have to not come.
They have to make up an excuse.
Sounds like a plan.
Okay, can you do it?
Founding Fathers tomorrow night.
Wait. Founding Fathers?
I love Founding Fathers!
How was that? Convincing?
Yes, that was... that was...
Thank you. Yeah.
Oh, my God, this is Harriet Soloway.
Does she work here?
Yes, in R & D.
Scott!
Did you find out what happened?
The dead body is Harriet Soloway!
Harriet?!
My God! I thought she was
at the Cocoa Bean Symposium
in Baltimore. So did I.
Right. So, when was
the last time you saw her?
Um, Monday morning staff meeting.
You said that the chocolate was poured on Tuesday,
and that it was hard by Thursday? That's right.
I'm gonna need to know all the people
who had access to the chocolate during that period.
I know my employees, Agent Booth.
Nobody would ever just dump her body in the chocolate bar.
There's no evidence to indicate the body was placed
in the chocolate as a means of disposal.
The evidence suggests she was killed there.
Death by chocolate?
Oh, the press will have a field day with that.
Do you guys have any
personnel files?
We're going to have to notify next of kin.
I think she has a sister in Virginia.
Um, I'll get you her file.
I'd like to offer a reward of $50,000
to anyone who helps us catch the murderer.
That's very generous of you.
Payable in a lifetime supply of Walpert Chocolate.
Right, I'm guessing the ones with the gooey center.
Hey.
Your thesis is wrong, Dr. Hodgins.
We should use the blow dryers.
It's a more gentle process.
I am the lead on this, Vincent,
as well as the king of this lab.
Now, the lights will melt the chocolate evenly
and won't damage any evidence trapped inside.
Yes, yes, but with the hairdryers,
we can localize the heat distribution.
Tests supporting this have been conducted in Michoacan, Mexico.
I'm going to turn the lamps on now to melt the chocolate
and to stop you from talking.
Ooh, stop!
Turn the lamps off. Turn the lamps off.
What is going on?
I was going over Angela's 3-D images
of the remains, and I found something.
Okay.
See these circles?
It looks like intestinal gas.
It's bubbles in the chocolate.
Two big bubbles, trapped right here,
25 and 39 millimeters above the victim's mandible.
Are you saying
the chocolate trapped the victim's final breath?
Well, I'm no expert in viscosity, but...
I am. I am.
In fact, on-on Jeopardy...
Oh, make your point.
In any endothermic reaction,
the surface molecules are always the first to become stable.
Therefore, it's possible
that a gaseous bubble could form in the warmer liquid,
but become trapped against the solid surface.
I couldn't get
any useful data from the soft tissue,
so the bubbles are all I've got.
If they melt away...
But we have to melt the chocolate
in order to get any information from the bones.
Yeah, but first, we can cut out these sections and freeze them
until we discover a way
to extract the gas trapped in the bubbles.
Excellent. Do it.
Mr. Nigel-Murray,
if I didn't have self-control, I would kiss you.
No interesting facts off that?
Huh?
Yeah, yeah.
In fact, the-the satisfaction
that human beings take from fantasizing is...
It's directly related to...
No, I don't. Uh-uh.
There's no facts on...
Yes, that's my sister.
I wondered why she wasn't calling me back.
When was the last time you guys spoke?
I don't know. A few months ago? We, um...
We should have talked more. We were both so busy,
we just let our lives get away from us.
Are you sure it's Harriet?
Well, according to the Jeffersonian,
yeah.
Um, are you aware
of any problems she may have had?
Any enemies at the chocolate factory?
No.
Chocolate...? What?
Are you familiar with Walpert Chocolate?
Walpert Chocolate? No.
According to the company, she'd been working there
for several months, right after she graduated
from culinary school.
Culinary school?
Harriet went to Penn State.
This is a mistake.
According to her résumé,
she went to the Arrow Culinary Academy,
followed by an internship
at a prestigious chocolatier in New York.
Can I see that?
Sure.
These are all lies.
They're all... lies.
That is her picture, and that's her name,
but this résumé?
This isn't her.
So, she lied to get her job?
- Extensively. - It's bold,
but it doesn't necessarily mean she's pathological.
Maybe she just loved chocolate.
You have to eat that? I just imagine
you chomping down on her cheek or something.
Can you just put it away?
If we don't face and overcome unsettling events in life,
we are ruled by them.
I'm not gonna let some ruthless killer
destroy my enjoyment of chocolate.
It's not gonna happen. I love chocolate too much.
Give me this thing. Come on!
I was about to get to the nuts. Her sister, Geneva,
said that Harriet didn't even like chocolate.
She said that she lied... Hmm.
...about getting this job and every other job.
So I basically tracked down her actual employment records
through her Social Security number,
and she not only changed jobs every year,
she hopped industries.
It looks like she created a new résumé for each position.
Here she says she's "a world-renowned expert
in the field of couture bustiers."
Lingerie. Like a bra, only...
Pretty great, actually.
They're very sexy.
Sort of squeeze the...
Uh, so you're saying
that all the résumés are filled with false information?
Cosmetic rep,
toy company,
outreach specialist, whatever that is.
It's fascinating.
I mean, obviously, our victim is intelligent.
These résumés are perfectly tailored
to make her an ideal candidate.
Geneva said that Harriet
was probably lying just for the fun of it.
When someone lies with this sort of ease
in their professional relationships,
chances are they lie at least as much
in their personal relationships.
Well, maybe she just lied to the wrong person.
I should be able to use the syringe
to extract the gas and any aerated fluid.
Ooh!
Bubbles.
Now the trick is jabbing them.
Yeah, sometimes I use this thing on myself
to check on the baby.
Just say hi.
Totally unethical, I know.
Extremely, but so cool.
My daughter wants to be a fighting hagfish.
For what, a costume party?
No, it's the mascot of Central Maine State University,
where Michelle says she's going next year.
Oh. Good for her.
I love Maine.
She's following a boy, Angela.
I mean, you're a hedonistic,
free spirit, artist type, and even you didn't do that.
Thank you for the personality assessment.
Yeah, I went to a good school because I chose to.
Nobody made me.
You should let Michelle make her own decisions, Cam.
I mean, she is almost an adult.
Almost. That's the key word here.
I need to guide her, but she hates me for doing it.
Well, maybe you should talk to Sweets.
Sweets? Why would I do that?
He might be able to help you deal with Michelle.
I don't want to talk to a child about a child.
Okay.
I measured the contusion we found on the skull.
It matches the width of the edge
of the mold they used to form the chocolate bar.
Very good work.
That reinforces the theory
that the victim was held down with some degree of force.
And suffocated. The cartilage
of the septum has been crushed,
and there's another hairline fracture
on the frontal process of the maxilla.
Pressure fractures on the margins of the orbits.
Their directionality
definitely suggests
Harriet was suffocated while submerged,
which is in keeping with Cam's postulation
that the chocolate captured her last breath.
Huh.
This is odd.
The radial trauma?
I originally believed it to be perimortem, but look.
The remodeling was obscured by pseudarthrosis.
This injury happened about five or six months before she died.
See? Remodeling on each edge.
The limb must not have been properly immobilized
after injury.
So, the bone didn't fully calcify,
leaving the appearance of a fresh wound.
But that wouldn't have happened
to anyone who had access to modern medical treatment.
Well, maybe six months ago,
she didn't have access to treatment,
or she chose to deny it for some reason.
Ooh! Those the bubbles?
Point-seven-two ccs and one-point-three-three ccs.
Wow.
How's the chocolate coming?
Done. I sifted through all 1,873 gallons of it.
Nothing but the usual.
Ant torsos, spider legs, rodent hairs.
Whoa. That's the usual?
Yeah. FDA permits 60 insect fragments
and one rodent hair per 100 grams.
Lovely. Yeah.
Uh, hey, so are you...?
Are you, uh... you coming tomorrow night?
Yes. Angela asked you?
Yes, she did, and yes, I am coming.
Good. It's just a fun night.
Yeah. With friends.
Mm-hmm.
It sounds good.
Let me know as soon as you get the results...
Yes,
...on those, okay?
Yes!
Yes.
Great. Thanks.
So, that was the Human Resources department at the bra place.
Turns out, wherever Harriet Soloway went,
she had quite the reputation.
What, for lying? No, for seducing men.
Yowza! Okay.
You know, that whole yowza thing--
that's really not necessary.
So you're implying
that Harriet might have been sexually involved
with a Walpert employee?
Well, I looked through her phone records,
and I didn't see any evidence of it,
but the last place she worked-- Bellomo Sparking Wines...
What?
I had a very bad experience drinking Bellomo Sparkling Wine.
Yeah. Who hasn't? Right?
Anyways, Harriet had a relationship with the owner,
Lawrence Bellomo,
and, apparently, it didn't end very well.
What happened?
Well, six months ago, she filed a complaint
with her carrier.
She was receiving harassing phone calls
from a private number.
Turns out they were coming from Bellomo.
Brennan.
We have the results from the first bubble.
There's an extremely high concentration
of carbon dioxide.
So she did exhale while submerged.
There are also
traces of oxygen, nitrogen,
hydrochloric acid, acetic acid,
oenanthic acid, decanoic acid,
glycerine, glucose,
ethanol...
It was a postmortem eructation.
Oh, God. That sounds bad.
It's a burp.
A burp? Corpses burp?
Yeah.
Isn't that awesome?
The combination
of acids and sugar sounds like ingredients.
It's champagne.
I went to the liquor store and I bought
every brand available.
We ran it through the GC Mass Spec
to compare their volatile composition.
Ah. Bellomo Sparkling Wine.
Damn.
How did you know?
It could just be coincidence.
Well, could be, but we should still
ask Lawrence Bellomo a few questions.
Just because she was drinking Bellomo
does not mean I was drinking Bellomo with her.
Everybody drinks Bellomo.
Everybody drinks Bellomo once, Mr. Bellomo.
Phone records show
that you were calling Harriet repeatedly.
I just wanted to talk to her, all right?
I was having a hard time.
Why? Because she broke up with you?
That and my business.
Everything was going wrong at the same time.
You know what I'm saying? A perfect storm.
Yeah. What happened?
Well, I hired Harriet about a year ago.
We started seeing each other, and...
I thought we were gonna get married.
Six months later, out of the blue,
she dumps me. Quits.
Says she needs her space.
What the hell does that even mean?
Nothing. Space being neutral;
or, in some cases, negative,
can't be acquired, therefore...
Just go on. Continue.
Well, because having
a broken heart's not bad enough,
a month later, I lost the contract
with my biggest distributor.
How much do you know about her personal life?
Her history?
What she told me.
And her sister. I know her sister, too.
"Knew" her.
You slept with her sister?
We had a little fling.
That's how I met Harriet.
She was staying at Geneva's for a couple of days,
and she needed a job
and... she had an impressive résumé.
You dumped Geneva?
Yeah, well, good thing, too.
Geneva was nuts.
When she heard I was with Harriet, she went insane.
You know that woman waited for me
in a tree outside my house?
She almost took out my eye.
Those girls hate each other's guts.
Why didn't you tell us about Lawrence Bellomo?
Lawrence is-is ancient history.
Did he kill Harriet?
I'll ask the questions.
You were jealous of your sister, weren't you?
What are you getting at, Agent Booth?
Because I don't think I like it.
Well, Harriet was beautiful, lead more of an exciting life.
You, in comparison,
led a more...
Boring?
Are you saying my life is boring?
So-so I whacked my sister?
I'm just thinking, you know,
Harriet stole your boyfriend last year.
She probably stole your boyfriend last week.
So you got upset, and you whacked her.
Okay, I got a little crazy when Lawrence dumped me,
but I just couldn't believe he fell for her act.
Her act?
Harriet was a a phony.
Ever since we were little, she would manipulate people
to get whatever she wanted.
No one knew. Everyone loved her.
So-so, yeah, you're right.
I was jealous.
But I would never hurt her.
She was stabbed in the arm six months ago.
Do you know who may have done that?
Her arm? I don't know.
She probably deserved it.
But it wasn't me.
I hated her, sure, but...
I didn't kill her.
Interestingly, the cacao tree is a species
of the genus Theobroma,
which translates from the Latin as the "food of the gods."
What would actually be interesting
is an explanation of the perimortem fractures,
Mr. Nigel-Murray.
Of course.
They support our scenario of the attack.
With one hand, the killer held the victim down
and fracturing the clavicle and the sternum,
while he suffocating her with the other hand.
Anything else?
Oh, yes. I took a closer look
at the antemortem trauma that somehow escaped medical care.
There is a very small proliferative lesion
on the distal edge of the fracture.
It's an adventitious cyst.
The compromised bone formed a callus around a foreign object
that was embedded in the open wound.
Do you have this on X ray?
Yes.
It looks like a small rock.
Oh!
Rock was the subject
of my only disputed Jeopardy answer.
Is this relevant, Mr. Nigel-Murray?
The category was "Famous Jameses."
The question: "He is widely considered
the best rock guitarist of all time."
So, obviously, my answer: "Who is Jimmy Page?"
No. It's not the response.
The response they were looking for:
"Who is Jimi Hendrix?"
Mr. Nigel-Murray.
I know. I know. Jimi Hendrix.
Okay, first of all, Jimmy Page is a better musician.
That's a fact. Also, Jimi Hendrix?
His original birth name is Johnny.
So he doesn't, doesn't even belong in the category.
That wasn't relevant at all, Mr. Nigel-Murray.
Take a microslice of the cyst
and have Dr. Hodgins identify the foreign object.
Jimmy Page is always relevant.
Well, you're here so you must want my honest opinion.
I guess so.
I think you're overreacting, Dr. Saroyan.
Overreacting? D-Do...
Are shrinks even allowed to use that word?
Okay, so why am I overreacting?
I have a friend, Tim Swift,
who was the golden boy in my high school.
He got into Harvard but dropped out after the first semester.
Wound up in some community college
where he majored in weed.
Today he manages a five-billion- dollar charitable trust
that's saved thousands of lives.
I'm sorry. You lost me at "majoring in weed."
The late teens and early 20s are a time
for experimentation and growth.
And, you know, making a few mistakes
is just part of that process.
Oh, you're making it worse.
It's not that I don't think that college isn't a big deal--
of course it is-- but come on.
This is Michelle we're talking about.
She's an exceptional young woman.
She is, which is why she deserves
to go to an exceptional school.
This decision...
It's probably going to change, anyway.
You know, she and Derrick will have a fight,
or she'll start to feel left out
when her friends visit schools.
I don't think this is a done deal.
Applications are due in a few months.
What if she realizes too late?
I'm responsible for her, Dr. Sweets.
Well, you know, it may not unfold
the way you'd like it to,
but Michelle is a smart and wonderful, young woman,
worthy of your trust.
Let this play itself out.
I don't know if I can do that.
I do.
You've been a great mother to her.
Remind me again
why I should listen to someone
who doesn't even take care of a pet.
Right.
I sponsor a water buffalo in the Philippines.
And I suppose you wouldn't get
in the way of her decisions.
Oh, I wouldn't get in her way, period.
You made my day, Vincent.
Thank you.
Was it the vivid recounting
of my debauched weekend in Rio?
Or was it that juicy little morsel regarding Señor Trebek?
Both entertaining.
But what really does it for me
is that foreign object you gave me to I.D.
It's a bug.
Helopeltis theobromae.
The object we found lodged inside the bone was an insect?
Most of one.
It's part of the Miridae family.
It's found primarily in Indonesia.
I'll go and tell Dr. Brennan.
Well, when you do, make sure you tell her the best part.
One of the little guy's favorite snacks?
Cocoa plants.
The evidence shows
that Harriet was in Indonesia six months ago.
Probably on a cocoa plantation,
which would explain the insect.
Wait a second. Here we go.
Indonesia. Cocoa.
Yes. Ha! Ha!
Ambrosia Chocolates.
Remember them?
Yes. They're expensive.
Yeah. And delicious.
I love the cream center,
although not that much anymore.
Every Ambrosia employee is sent down to Indonesia
to take part in this immersion program
to study about cocoa.
But Harriet didn't work for Ambrosia Chocolates.
Look at all the companies, okay,
that she worked for after she quit.
They all took a hit.
Remember Bellomo Wines?
Yes. Lawrence Bellomo said
that he lost a major distributor of his wine.
Every company that Harriet worked for
was a victim of corporate espionage.
Walpert was developing a new line of chocolate.
Ambrosia sends Harriet to Indonesia...
Because Ambrosia is her real employer.
Harriet was a spy.
Yowza.
So, Gail Slevin, is it?
Right.
As president of Ambrosia Chocolates,
you have been trying to buy out Walpert
for years, is that right?
We've made some overtures.
It's not really a priority.
Um, from my count, six overtures.
Walpert has not bitten.
That must have been frustrating, right?
Not really. It's just business.
Just business?
Right?
Are you familiar with the Economic Espionage Act?
No. Why would I be? Well, you know,
if I find proof that you've illegally obtained
a competitor's trade secrets,
you're looking at at least
ten years in prison.
I agreed to come down here to discuss the accident
at Walpert's factory. Suddenly, I need a lawyer?
Well, it wasn't an accident, you see.
It was murder.
And we have proof that the victim worked for you
and has been since she entered
your immersion program six months ago.
See, Harriet was a spy.
Am I here because you think I killed her, Agent Booth?
Well, if you didn't, you might want to cooperate.
It might make negotiating a plea
on that espionage charge a little easier.
Harriet entered the immersion program
just like everybody else
so that she seemed just like any other employee.
How did she hurt her arm?
Happened during the harvesting
part of the program.
Go hand machetes to 16 Ivy League graduates.
See what happens.
She sliced herself; it got infected.
The plantation's in a remote area,
so it was impossible to get sophisticated medical care.
All in the name of chocolate?
This is a competitive business, Agent Booth.
Billions of dollars are at stake.
Harriet was hired at Walpert
to find the company's weaknesses.
And maybe steal some trade secrets along the way?
She called me last week,
whispering into the phone, saying she was going to quit.
Did she say why? She thought Jimmy Walpert was onto her.
I told her to be careful.
Jimmy has a temper.
Cam?
Oh.
Hey.
I'm just, uh,
working on some disgusting stuff here.
Uh, Derrick flew up to Maine this week
to sign his letter of intent.
He brought this back for me.
He's actually a much cuter mascot
than I imagined.
I was hoping you'd take it.
Maybe even wear it once in a while?
I just...
I still want you to be proud of me.
Oh, Michelle,
I-I'm extremely proud of you.
And I'm so sorry
I haven't been supportive.
This is your decision, and you have my support.
One hundred percent.
Thank you.
Go, Hagfish!
I'll see you at home.
Okay.
Dr. Saroyan, have you a minute?
Interestingly, English Quakers believed
that violence among the poor would be ameliorated
if they could be persuaded to give up alcohol
in favor of chocolate.
I thought you had something to show me.
Oh, yes, yes.
I found another perimortem injury.
The fourth finger on the left hand.
An asymmetry in the articular condyle
with damage to the corresponding facet.
What does that mean?
A dislocated finger?
Twisted and dislocated very near the time of death, yes.
Huh.
That's not a typical defensive wound, nor
does it seem to factor into our suffocation scenario.
I'll make sure to tell Dr. Brennan.
Very good work. Also, very, very...
Last one, Mr. Nigel-Murray.
Make it good.
Right. Milton Hershey,
who had great success spreading chocolate amongst the masses,
was also a-- drumroll, please.
You're not gonna...?
I'll do it myself.
A Quaker.
Huh.
That's actually sort of interesting.
Thank you.
Gail Selvin admitted Harriet was a spy, and she was scared.
Of what?
It's your job... Huh. Him.
...to keep a lid on this, Melissa!
I mean, look at this article!
And what about the other chocolate blogs?
Mr. Walpert?
Not now!
Excuse me?
You and your
investigation are costing me big time!
Now, get the hell off my property
before I call the dogs.
What is he talking about? I don't know.
Are you threatening a federal officer? Oh, back off!
I mean it! Okay, you know what?
You're under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent,
and if I were you, I would, pal.
You believe this guy?
You knew what Harriet was doing,
so you drowned her and left her for dead.
Suffocated her. His hand was over her mouth.
Right. Got it, Bones.
So, when did you discover
that Harriet was working for Gail Slevin?
What?
That little bitch!
What did she tell them?
Calm down.
Don't tell me to calm down.
This business is my life! Get Scott in here!
If he showed her anything,
if he showed her one damn slip of paper...
What does Scott have to do with this?
He's the chocolatier!
I handle the business,
but he oversees all of the new formulations.
I'm, I'm just
the face, like the Colonel,
but my suit is way nicer.
No string tie or anything.
Did Harriet spend a lot of time with Mr. Kimper?
You think I give a crap?
I hope so.
Scott's wife is... a horse.
You could actually put a saddle on her.
And Harriet was, uh,
quite a tease.
Old Scott doesn't hold back
on the credit card charges.
Take a look at that charge.
MinuteDivorce.com.
Filed online last Sunday.
The same day that he spent $12.99 at the liquor store.
Bellomo sparkling wine, I imagine.
And $2,000 for an engagement ring.
Which he yanked off her finger, dislocating it.
I'm telling you, all of the evidence
points back to Scott Kimper.
But, unfortunately, it's just circumstantial.
Got the analysis of the remaining air bubble.
It's good news.
Let's see.
Is this Michelle's essay to Johns Hopkins?
Yes.
It's very good.
It is.
I thought she wasn't applying to any other schools except...
Oh.
Oh! You're writing Michelle's...
Oh, that's bad.
I mean, that-that's just wrong.
No, Dr. Hodgins.
That is being a mother,
and I assume I can trust your discretion?
Of course...
Mom.
Oh.
We just got the results back from the second bubble
we found trapped in the chocolate.
You mean the eructation.
This one wasn't a burp.
It was her final exhalation.
It contained oxygen, nitrogen, carbon dioxide
and a trace amount of blood.
Harriet's blood.
Not Harriet's blood. Someone else's.
If it was her final exhalation, then the blood must belong
to the person who was with her when she died.
Yes.
We have the killer.
She said she loved me.
I trusted her.
Well, you weren't the first.
She worked for Ambrosia Chocolate.
I shared everything with her--
my recipes, everything.
If she hadn't been inside,
that would have been the best chocolate bar you ever had.
He killed her because he loved her?
Oh, he fell in love with a fake.
He found out, he couldn't handle it.
Love is idiot.
What? I was personifying a concept.
It's poetic.
How does someone fall in love
with something that isn't even real?
Oh, that's a big question, 'cause you're just going to say
that it's your brain releasing chemicals
that just drive you crazy.
I'm not even going to go there.
You know what? I'm not gonna have this conversation.
But you admit that love is an idiot, right?
Yup. Oh, look at that.
Uh, Hannah's back.
Um, you know, this
whole thing that we're going to here...
The official announcement that Angela is pregnant?
Yeah, I feel, um... I feel pretty stupid pretending.
You're trying to find a justification
so you can go home and have sex with Hannah, right?
Yeah.
Plus, we already all know anyway.
But Hodgins doesn't know we know.
Yeah, but Angela says if you can't pretend not knowing,
then you shouldn't go, so I shouldn't go.
If you want, I can lie to all of our friends
and say that you have pressing FBI business.
I don't like the idea of lying to our friends,
but I'm going to go with it, thanks.
Uh, tell Hannah welcome home.
Do you think everyone's here?
Uh...
Just react to something big.
Yes, I do.
Just go ahead.
Okay. All right.
Um...
Hello, everyone.
Uh, all four of you,
our friends.
Um, thank you so much for coming out tonight to hear
our big announcement.
Maybe you've already guessed?
Nope! No. No!
Okay, um,
well, what we'd like to share with all of you is, um...
Yes, our-our best friends.
Good. Um,
Vincent, what's the matter?
I beg of you not look at me directly.
Please just say what you've come to say.
Okay, yeah, um...
Ready? Yes.
Angela and I are going to have a baby!
A baby. A baby! Congratulations.
Yay!
Wonderful! A baby!
That is so awesome!
Baby!
So good!
Wonderful! Stop.
You knew, didn't you?
No.
No. Uh-uh. We didn't.
About what? No, I was surprised.
Mm-mm.
They knew.
No. No.
They didn't...
They didn't know. Did you know?
Nope. Uh-uh.
That's why no one else is here.
Because you told them
if they couldn't fake surprise, not to show up.
I-I think we were very convincing.
I actually felt like I was hearing it for the first time.
I can't believe you told them without me.
I didn't tell them, honey. They guessed.
Didn't you guys guess on your own?
Yeah. Yes. Yeah, it was the glow
or the vomiting or something,
but the point is, is that we're all together,
and you guys are all very happy for us, right?
That part is true.
To the Hodgins family!
The Hodgins... Montenegro.
To the Montenegro, Hodgins family.
Oh, my. And the wee one.
To our family. Well...
Yay! To our family!
Yay.
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