Do you have a good shot of me?
I want the kids to see.
Well, it's a little jiggly,
but then again, so is...
Don't you dare, Marty.
Oh.
If we cut across the field,
we can beat the others
to the river!
It's a tour, Ruth.
It's not a competition.
Whoo-hoo! This is fun!
Come on, you slowpoke!
Oh, Ruthy!
Ruthy!
- Ruthy! Ruthy! - I can't feel my face!
Now it's tingling.
Bugs! Ruthy, you're covered in bugs!
Bugs?! Well, get 'em off me!
Oh! Marty, I'm getting bit!
Just calm down, Ruthy! Just calm down!
Oh, my God! M-Marty!
The kids are not gonna believe this.
They're all over me! Look at that!
Bones, uh, tells me
that Daisy's gonna be back working in the lab.
You gonna be okay with that?
Of course. Come on. Why wouldn't he be?
Daisy is an excellent intern. They just broke up.
Well, that was over a month ago. Right,
and yet he's still staying here with us.
You believe he hasn't yet recovered emotionally
because he's incapable of finding of an apartment?
Doesn't take a shrink to know that one.
I'm standing right here, you know.
We see that.
I just hope he doesn't leave
before we find out the secret
to his coffee; it is truly
excellent. It is good coffee.
Yep, delicious. Well, thank you.
The housing market in DC's very tight, okay?
I just don't want to make
a choice that I'll regret.
Like Daisy?
Okay, come on. It's over.
I'm over it. I'm fine.
Really? Yeah.
Have you had sex with another woman yet?
Bones, we don't have to really discuss...
It's a valid question.
I'm staying in Parker's room.
It's kind of hard to bring home a woman
when you're sleeping on Wolverine sheets.
Booth.
So, no.
Great.
Okay, on our way.
Saddle up. We got a case.
Listen, stay away from Daisy.
Do you understand?
Parker's gonna want to come home someday.
Oh, I got to tell you, kind of hard to feel bad
for anybody who'd ride around on a glorified scooter.
Whoa! There are signs
of rodent predation-- squirrels and rats.
First rodents, then maggots,
then the magnificent rove beetles.
It's the Circle of Life; nothing is more beautiful.
Okay, wow, I'm all choked up here.
Not much tissue left,
but enough for a tox screen
and analysis. Brow ridge suggests
female Caucasian.
The wear on the mandibular teeth puts her in her early 30s.
Kind of...
in the middle of nowhere.
I'm thinking sexual assault. Well, hard to tell until we get her
back to the lab, but I am seeing lacerations
and avulsions to the tissue on the radius and the ulna.
Maybe she was killed someplace else and brought here to be buried.
It's a shallow grave; it's a perfect place for a body dump.
Whoa, what's that?
Someone must have thought
it was an excellent place.
There's another body in this grave.
The chest cavity on the first body we found
shows massive trauma
to the body of the sternum and...
the bilateral fourth, fifth and sixth sternal ribs.
Including areas where the periosteum is absent,
having abraded away... Very good, Ms. Wick.
crushing fractures at the pot of impact,
on both the right and left radii and ulnas.
Defensive wounds.
Yes. Yes.
Great minds.
I beg your pardon? It's like we're
operating as one organism.
Perhaps, if you view us as a quantum physicist might.
That would be fine.
Are you all right, Ms. Wick?
Of course. Why?
I just thought that you
may be a little anxious that Dr. Sweets
might be dropping by the lab. Absolutely not.
I'm an emotional rock, just like Dr. Brennan.
Well, I hope so.
Well, let's get the crime scene photos
and preliminary findings to your... ex and see if
he can put this burial
in a psychological context.
Hmm. Hmm.
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♪
I don't get it.
No, it's...
it's like Ophelia in the brook.
What, like Shakespeare? Yeah, Hamlet.
Aw, don't Hamlet me, okay?
That's too... Don't do that.
All right, all right. What I mean to say is,
the body was arranged.
Right. Staged,
if you will. Now, the scarf
was placed under her chin, tied at the top of her head
to keep her jaw closed.
Also, Hodgins confirmed
that the body wa anointed with sandalwood,
frankincense and cloves. You know,
you ever hear of green burials?
Is that the, um, alternative death movement--
no embalming, no coffin,
no cemetery? There it is.
This company called Green Passages.
What they did is, they leased this burial site
from the national park
for a woman by the name of Monica Craig.
"Recycling your loved ones' remains back into nature."
Da-da-da. "...more natural and involved grieving process."
Yeah, this totally explains it.
There should only be one body there, not two.
The funeral. Yep. So what we have to do
is we got to get all the names
of everybody who knew where Monica Craig was buried.
Got it, Hamlet? Oh, I'm doing that.
Yep.
The victim's name is Monica Craig.
33 years old. Cancer victim.
"Monica Craig, loving wife, beautiful spirit.
"Taken from us too soon after a brave battle
with lung cancer."
But... how do you know that Monica Craig was
the person that we found in the grave? Well, the FBI
traced the land to a company that buries people
without embalming or coffins,
because it's more natural.
That's true, it is more natural.
Yeah, well, fine by me, but I wouldn't tell Hodgins that.
He wants to be launched into the sun because he says
that all life came from the sun.
That's true-- all life does come from the sun.
You know, you're very agreeable today,
just so you know. Thank you.
♪
Dr. Craig.
I'm Dr. Lance Sweets.
I'm a psychologist with the FBI.
This has to do with my wife? Yeah, and first, let me
pass on my condolences for your recent loss.
Thank you. But why am I here?
Well, I'm sorry to have
to tell you that your wife's grave
has been recently desecrated.
What? What does "desecrated" mean?
Like, by Satanists or something? Someone used your wife's burial site
to bury a body.
You found another body?
In Monica's grave?
A murder victim.
Where's Monica now?
In the ensuing investigation,
her remains have been moved to the Jeffersonian Institution.
This is the opposite of what Monica wanted.
She just wanted to...
go back into the universe without any fuss.
Well, we're hoping
that you could provide us a list
of everyone who knew
the location of your wife's grave.
Yeah.
It's not a lot of people; it's just...
friends and family.
None of them is a murderer.
None of them would...
would dig-- who would do that?
Who would do that to another person?
We're gonna catch whoever did this.
Is there anything else?
Yeah.
Do you know this woman?
Is this the...
the body you found in Monica's grave?
Yeah, that's a reconstruction of the face of the second woman.
Do you recognize her? Yes.
That's Rachel.
Rachel Knox.
How do you know her? She was
Monica's death doula. D...
Um, excuse me? Um...
Monica's death consultant
at Green Passages.
They were very close before Monica died.
You know, I thought that doulas were for birth, not death.
Doula is the feminine version
of the ancient Greek word "doulos,"
which means servant or caregiver.
Right. Well, anyway, Rachel Knox was the one
who helped Monica Craig through her last days.
You know, after death she washed her body,
dressed her, laid her out for three days.
Until the early 1800s, it was unheard of
for most religions
to let a stranger prepare and bury a loved one.
When my time comes, don't do that.
When your time comes, what should I do?
My last will and testament, everything is all
written out in the locked drawer of my desk at work.
My last will and testament is 312 pages long.
Whoa, geez.
Mine's written on a sticky note.
"Everything goes to Bones."
But don't worry, don't worry,
I used your real name to make it legal.
What-what about Parker? Parker? You'll be fair to Parker.
On a sticky note? It's like Gramps always says, you know,
if you tell God that things are all wrapped up down here,
he may feel free to take you.
There.
All right, 312 pages?
As you know, I have a lot of money and investments.
Also, I have a complicated family, and...
various income streams
that will continue after I die.
But don't worry, you get some of it.
Okay. Thanks.
Most of it is set aside for Christine.
Right. What about your funeral?
Tell you what, you just give me a coffin and a priest,
boom, I'll be good to go.
Okay.
As you opened your hearts to us daily,
so we shall carry you in our hearts.
Go for refuge, Aaron.
Buddha, Dharma, Sangha.
Your soul is part of the air and light, Aaron,
the unknowable greatness that is the universe.
Go for refuge.
Buddha, Dharma, Sangha.
As you opened your hearts to us daily, so we...
What? This is modeled after a...
traditional prayer.
Part of the Buddhist funeral rites.
Well, that's pretty...
Hey, look at that--
it's our victim. Booth!
Sorry.
Uh, no disrespect.
What are you doing?
I made a mistake. Just go...
back to your chanting or your...
I have approximately two weeks to live.
My friends and I are practicing my internment rite.
Aaron, it's okay.
Practicing... to be dead? This is, um,
you know, death is a difficult topic in our culture,
and practice and preparation demystifies
the process, so...
You must be the director of Green Passages.
Akshay Mirza, yes. Is he, like,
the death doula? No, I-I prefer
"end-of-life consultant."
Okay. Well, we're also here
about the end of a life.
Your associate, Rachel Knox, is dead.
I can't believe that Rachel is gone.
Uh, she was your business partner?
Uh, yeah, yeah. We'd been doing this for about two years.
She was found dead yesterday in one of your grave sites.
One of our sites? Are you sure?
Yes. Monica Craig's.
Oh. God.
Uh, wait. Are you sure it was Rachel?
You're positive?
The mandible and dental evidence
confirm her identity.
Okay.
I don't know what I'm going to do without...
I got to sit.
You okay?
Thought you, uh...
dealt with death all the time.
Not for someone I know.
This is a first for me.
Take deep breaths through your nose
to avoid hyperventilation.
You know, we are told
that existence is impermanent
and conditional, and that the pain
that we feel is just a natural product of that.
Right. Okay.
She was, uh, murdered, uh, three weeks ago.
Why didn't you report her missing? Oh, no, no.
No, Rachel disappeared all the time.
It's who she was.
That must have made you angry, huh?
Her being away all the time,
it must have been bad for business.
No, no. It allowed Rachel
to connect more fully to her clients.
And business was growing-- it was up 60%
from last year to this.
Her death appears to have been extremely violent.
Can you think of anyone
who'd want to hurt her?
Hurt her? No. God, no.
No, no. Rachel was loved.
She wouldn't take on a client unless she could
give herself over completely to them.
Okay, well, if you can think of anyone
who wanted to hurt her--
ex-boyfriend, a client-- you can
just give me a call. There's my card.
Special Agent Seeley Booth. Sure.
Let's go, Bones.
We have to go now, Mr. Mirza.
Can I have my hand back?
I don't know how I'm going to get through this without Rae.
Dr. Hodgins, I'd like you to take a look at this.
See the comminuted fracture
at the distal end of the sternal body,
just superior to the xiphisternal joint?
She was really crushed.
A blow this hard is likely the cause of death.
It would push the sternum back into the heart.
And if, in that second, the ventricle was filled
to maximum capacity, the bone would pop the heart.
The bone is like a pin in a balloon.
More like a stick of dynamite in a balloon.
Given the amount of jagged edges on the fracturing,
I thought... There might be some particulates in there.
Yeah, okay. I'll take a look.
I'm hoping that this is more productive
than pulverizing the rove beetles,
because the mass spec showed nothing.
You seem good, like you're totally okay
after breaking up with Sweets. I am.
Now that I'm focusing solely on my career
and science, I believe my life is together.
Well, thank God, because there is nothing more painful
than watching an ex-couple do the awkward dance.
I assure you, I'll handle seeing Lance in a professional way.
Or you'll want to stab him. I mean, he did dump you
on the night you were going to move in together.
I'm not a child, Dr. Hodgins.
No, I just thought... I'm sure you did.
But idle gossip is not
going to help us solve this murder.
Perhaps a bone scraping would provide
more detailed analysis than a swab.
You could analyze your findings using...
not only under stereo,
compound and polarizing microscopes,
but also using an energy dispersive X ray.
That's what Dr. Brennan would do, as well.
Wow.
You really have pulled yourself together.
You're welcome, Dr. Hodgins.
Well, Sweets said that Dr. Craig
just filed a lawsuit against Green Passages
for desecration of his wife's grave,
which I cannot say that I blame him for.
Booth is checking with their other clients
to see if anyone else had a problem with them.
Hmm. None of the other burial sites were disturbed.
He thinks that maybe Rachel
wasn't quite as saintly as Akshay said.
Looks like this death business can be lethal, huh?
That is amusing.
Because we're investigating a murder.
Right.
The juxtaposition of funerals and a killing...
Most people would just laugh, sweetie.
I'm sorry.
Checked out all lawsuits
that were filed against Green Passages.
There's Dr. Craig's... Understandable.
And three other suits that were filed
by this guy, Mick Warren. Three?
Did he have a burial site desecrated, too?
No. He owns two cemeteries.
And all the suits named Rachel Knox individually.
Fraud, breach of promise.
Angry stuff.
Yeah, he was trying to put her out of business.
But you're thinking, if that didn't work...
Bingo.
Thanks for waiting there, Mr. Warren.
This here is Dr. Sweets.
He's going to be joining us.
Dr. Sweets.
Have a seat.
I sure am sorry to hear about Rachel.
Yeah.
She was a sweet thing.
Little loony with all the New Age stuff, but sweet.
You and Rachel Knox were business competitors?
Nothing wrong with that.
Competition is what makes this country great.
According to this suit you filed,
Rachel reneged on a promise to go into business together?
Yes, she did.
She had the land that was licensed for green burials,
and I have a strong brand.
I thought we'd do well together.
Even though she was loony?
The boomers are dying, you know?
There's a fortune to be made on all these bozos
driving around in their electric cars,
wanting to know the names of the chickens they're eating.
You do understand her backing out
gives you a strong motive to kill her.
Yeah, I wanted to wipe her out.
In court.
We had a deal.
She takes up with this Mirza,
and she reneges on the whole thing.
When you say "takes up with..."
What do you think?
They started sleeping together.
I guess he gave her what she wanted,
and she gave him what I wanted.
Oh, wait a minute.
You guys didn't know that they were an item, did you?
Well...
I wonder why Mr. Mirza
would hide something like that.
Hello, Lance.
Don't hover.
You can come in. Oh.
I wasn't... I wasn't hovering.
I just... I didn't want to interrupt you
if you were in the middle of something.
Too late. How can I help you?
Uh, I... well, you know...
I-I was in the lab.
We haven't seen each other since...
since, you know... since we last saw each other, and...
How are you? Good. I'm good. How you doing?
I'm reexamining Rachel Knox's X rays,
hoping to find leads toward a murder weapon.
Actually, I meant... In doing so, I realized the fracture
to the right side of her nasal bone is remodeled.
And that means that about six months before her death,
Rachel Knox sustained a blow to the face.
Cool. Actually, when I asked how you were doing,
I meant you personally, not you in the case.
I don't think there's any real need for that conversation.
Sure, there is.
We were part of each other's lives
for a long time.
What, are we supposed to just stop?
I don't know.
This is my first serious breakup. Yeah, me, too,
but I don't think we...
we have to stop talking to each other.
I mean, I don't know.
Have you found a place to live yet?
I'm staying in the apartment you found for us.
Nice. It's working out very well.
I hear you're still living
with Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth.
Mmm... little bit, temporarily.
Also, I'm writing a paper on asymmetrical bilateral
fracturing of pubic tubercles
in late surgical separation of postmedieval
conjoined twins in Sighisoara, Romania.
Wow. Nice. Well done.
I, uh... hey, I had a paper on body symmetry and cognition
published in the Annual Review of Psychology, so...
I know. Congratulations.
How did you know?
You credited me, which was very nice.
Everything I learned about body symmetry,
I learned... from you.
Very generous of you, Lance.
Now, I must get these details to Dr. Brennan.
It was good seeing you.
Yeah, it's nice to...
nice to be working with you again.
I didn't tell you about me and Rachel
because it's... it's practically ancient history.
I doubt that.
Ancient history began over 5,000 years ago,
stops at the beginning of the Middle Ages.
Rachel and I broke up nearly a year ago.
It doesn't mean anything anymore,
and it has nothing to do with what happened to her.
Only thing is, you don't get to decide any of that.
By "nearly a year ago," do you mean seven months?
Yeah, yeah, seven months sounds about right.
That's around the time
someone smashed her in the face.
I would never do that.
Not on purpose.
Right, so you accidentally smashed her in the face.
This is embarrassing. Embarrassing?
I'm thinking more "incriminating,"
so spit it out.
Rachel is... was a Tantric master.
Tantric sex?
Bones, there's got to be other kinds of...
Yes, Tantric sex. Okay, carry on.
During one of our... sessions,
I fell.
I got tired, I slipped,
I was shifting my position, and my elbow hit her.
It's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.
It's understandable.
A successful Tantric session lasts seven, eight hours
and can cause extreme,
sometimes painful, muscle fatigue.
Or she wanted out, he didn't, then something snapped.
No, I knew Rachel's policy up front.
What kind of policy?
Rachel had a three-month maximum
with a guy, and then she moved on.
She wanted fabulous sex, spiritual connection,
no strings.
So, you were only with her for three months?
Best three months of my life.
Then what, you went back to business as usual?
That was the arrangement.
It's often quite difficult
for a man to accord to a woman's rules,
especially when rather exquisite sex is involved.
Look, I had my time with Rachel.
We were something, then she moved on and we went back
to being what we always were:
good friends and business partners.
Death business.
Look, do you mind?
I have to get back to work.
Losing Rachel has left me shorthanded.
Dr. Saroyan.
I've made a startling discovery.
Let's hear it.
Monica Craig died of lung cancer, correct?
Yes.
It metastasized to her brain
and to her spine, amongst other areas.
May I commandeer your computer?
This shows bone metastasis in the femur.
Why don't we just jump
to the startling discovery?
I don't think Monica Craig's cancer
was advanced enough to cause actual death.
What? I believe she had
weeks left to live at the time of her death,
perhaps even months.
That is a startling discovery.
We have no apparent cause of death for Monica Craig.
Because we blamed it on the cancer.
Good job, Ms. Wick.
I know.
So, using the info
that Daisy gave us, Hodgins and I
have been working together to try to narrow down
the weapon that was used to create the kill-shot wound.
So I took a 3-D impression of the wound to the sternum
to create an image, which gives us...
That's a very distinctive pattern.
Scrapings contained
particulates of amazonite.
It's a stone indigenous to this area.
I checked the database to see if there were any stone weapons
that could create a similar wound pattern.
All ancient weapons.
Yes, but do not despair, because
the stone contained microscopic particles
of diamonds, which means...
Saws. Yeah, I also
found cutting oil.
So, the weapon was a cut rock, sourced locally.
A stone, a-a burial marker.
And Mirza makes all of the burial markers
for Green Passages. Well done.
Now we know the victim was crushed
by a stone burial marker.
And we know who made it.
You know, everything just keeps coming back to you.
You forget to mention something,
we find out about it, we dig a little bit more,
and then, hey, boom, there's something else.
I lost my partner, Agent Booth.
I'm sorry if my thoughts are muddled.
Memory loss from grief is quite common.
And convenient.
In your catalog,
it says that you hand-carve
all of the grave markers for your clients.
Yes. That is part of our service.
Including Mrs. Craig's?
Yes. That was a beautiful marker.
I carved the symbol Qi.
The Chinese symbol for life force. It meant
a lot to her. It was carved
from a local stone slab. I can give you
its dimensions and its weight.
I don't want to leave anything out this time.
Grief really makes you a smart-ass, too.
No, no, no no.
That comes from being repeatedly accused
of a crime I did not commit.
We might not have been intimate anymore,
but I loved Rachel.
Oh, I believe you loved her, but she ended the affair,
which made you really angry.
You should know that
the marker you placed on the grave
is headed for the lab at the Jeffersonian.
What?
Wait. You think someone used the marker to kill Rachel?
When a killer bludgeons someone that violently,
he usually leaves behind some DNA.
Oh, okay, so I can expect
you guys again asking for a DNA sample.
Oh, but
that shouldn't matter to you, 'cause you're innocent, right?
Yeah, that is right, actually, but you know what?
Just to be on the safe side, I'm gonna consult an attorney.
Dr. Hodgins.
Everything all right?
You're not mad at your beetles, are you?
No. Maybe a little disappointed.
But no, I was just thinking about what Daisy said--
that Monica Craig's cancer wouldn't have killed her yet.
Cancer metastasizes differently in every person.
We'll be running more tests, though.
I want to be shot into the sun.
Uh... what? When I die.
I want to be loaded into a spacecraft
and shot into the sun. Return to the source.
You're not expecting me to arrange that, though, yeah?
No, I got it covered, thank you. Okay.
How about you? How do you want to go out?
I'm not going in the ground, that's for damn sure.
Ooh.
I've hit a chord. Why is that?
Eleanor Marks. New York. May 1994.
Is that one of your cases? It wasn't my fault,
thank goodness. She was pronounced dead by a colleague.
But when the pallbearers were carrying
her coffin to her grave, they heard scratching.
She was alive? It turns out, she'd been in a coma,
which is why I'm going cremation all the way.
I get it. Although you might want to think about the sun.
Oh, my God!
Look at this!
At what, specifically?
Here. Look at this.
They're different sizes. See these guys? They're growing
at a rate that's considered normal for beetles, right?
But the others... Oh, their gross, wormy
bellies are swollen. Exactly.
They're obese, which is entomologically impossible.
See, beetles have protein receptors
that prevent them from overeating,
but something interfered with that.
They might be able to tell us how she died.
Hey, do you know where the coffee grinder is?
Why is that?
Well, the blender's broken. I'm gonna have to grind up these
little blimps, find out what gave 'em an eating disorder.
You'll be replacing the coffee grinder with a new one, yes?
You know what? I don't like this guy Akshay.
I just don't like him.
I think we should bring in Dr. Craig and talk to him again.
When his wife was dying, he dealt with both Akshay Mirza
and Rachel before she was murdered.
Okay, so you're thinking that he may have noticed
some friction between them?
Oh, definitely. You know, small things he saw
that might appear to be meaningless
could have great meaning.
All right, tell you what. I will give him a call.
Booth, I have a question.
You know what? Am I going to regret this?
Well, when I saw Daisy today... No! No, no.
No! You didn't let me finish.
I don't have to. The answer is no.
It's not about us getting back together, okay?
It's about me. No. Whatever you're thinking
right now-- just... just get it out of your mind.
If you just... hear-hear me out. I realized...
No.
Make no decisions based on seeing Daisy, understand? No.
Getting an apartment? No, 'cause you'd just end up
getting the wrong place for all the wrong reasons,
right? Well, if you'd just let me talk.
No, I'm not gonna let you talk.
Just get it out of your mind.
You understand?
You need two weeks, and one good night of getting drunk.
All right? Look, that's what you need
so you can think straight. But...
These are scientific facts.
No. The answer is no. But...
This conversation is over.
I'm gonna go call the husband.
Bye-bye. No. Out of your mind.
So, I hope it wasn't
too weird before at the lab.
Not at all.
It was actually really nice to see you again.
And I'm glad we're mature enough
to have a cup of coffee together.
So, I've missed you. I've missed you.
Um, you know, 'cause you were
such a big part of my life.
Me, too.
The other night, I woke up in the middle of the night.
3:20?
Of course. When else?
And I reached out to touch you.
But I wasn't there.
But I don't want you to think I've been alone this whole time.
So, you're seeing someone?
A pathologist on and off.
He also does stand-up on the weekends.
That's nice. Sounds nice.
I, um...
I've been... I've been sort of seeing someone, too.
Uh, from the Bureau. It's, uh, nothing serious.
I'm glad for you. I'll bet she's great.
I want to say something.
Since we split, I've been thinking.
And... I wanted to see you again
because I wanted to see...
See if it was a mistake?
Yes.
Me, too.
I mean, we had so much...
But it was a mistake.
We don't belong together.
I know.
Now we don't have to question that anymore.
Sorry.
I got to go. I have an interrogation.
Oh, no problem.
But this was good, right?
This was good, Lance. Thanks.
So I'll see you.
See you.
I heard
that Rachel and Akshay had been involved,
but it didn't seem to me like they were that close.
They were never physical around you?
Sometimes, I guess.
They were just different.
Akshay tried to seem spiritual
like Rachel, but I never really believed it.
That's probably one of the reasons you're suing him.
Definitely.
Rachel wasn't like that? Oh, God, no.
No, Rachel was with us in the early stages of Monica's cancer,
talking to her and arranging her funeral wishes,
choreographing the memorial service.
Akshay just seemed like he wanted to rush things along,
move on to the next client.
I hope they weren't a couple,
because Rachel deserved a lot more than Akshay.
My beetles are bingers.
I don't know what that means.
Like Dr. Brennan, I need clarity.
Right. Pretty much the only thing
that can disturb a beetle's feeding pattern
and make them chunky is something toxic.
But I thought the tox screens on the flesh samples
of both victims came back negative for any drugs.
Because the beetles were all the same size when I collected them,
but being ground up together-- it hid the results.
Oh, so this time you only used the fat beetles
to run through the GC Mass Spec.
Exactly, and in the beetles that were on Monica Craig,
I discovered the presence of methylone.
Bath salts. That's a recreational drug.
Particularly nasty.
Last year, the DEA issued an emergency ban on it.
I can't imagine a cancer patient
in her condition using recreational drugs.
Are you thinking she was poisoned?
If she overdosed of methylone, using that would explain
why Mrs. Craig died
before her cancer reached its most advanced stage.
Methylone doesn't just present in tissue.
It would also be evident in bone marrow.
If I take samples, and I find excessive lels, then...
Then we're dealing with two murders.
I was hoping that you would redo your will today.
Why?
Because, Booth, you can't just leave it to me how to bury you.
Well, look, I told you, I trust you.
But your funeral is your last message
to your loved ones.
Especially Christine, if she's a child.
Really? What's your last message look like?
I've planned for a Celestial Funeral.
Also known as a Tibetan Sky Funeral.
The deceased is carried to a mountain plateau
where a lama burial master breaks the body.
Breaks the body?
Dismembers.
Then pulverizes with a hammer, which allows for optimum
scavenging by vultures.
You're messing with me.
Come on.
My instructions are very explicit.
To give yourself to the air.
It's-it's a beautiful ceremony.
Vultures and hammers?
That's your-your last message to the world? To me?
To Christine?
Vultures and hammers?
I'm gonna go get the car.
My wife died
of cancer.
And I'm trying to figure out if you really believe that.
What's that?
It's a banned substance called methylone.
You know it?
No.
Sir, you're gonna have to stop lying to me.
You used methylone to treat depression
in your practice before it was banned.
No, no, no. No. No.
Your wife died of a methylone overdose.
I did not murder my wife.
Well, what some people call murder,
others might call mercy.
Monica begged me.
Okay?
She was in terrible pain.
My wife-- she loved life,
but this was not life.
She kept telling me
if I loved her...
You helped her. No,
I did not help her.
But I did not stop her.
What happens to me now?
What do you mean? Well,
I just confessed to allowing my wife to kill herself.
Well,
we're looking for a murderer.
What happens now is...
you go home.
...Seeley Joseph Booth, of Washington D.C.,
revoke my former Will and Codicils...
written on a sticky note.
This is...
Thing sucks.
So, I wrote up my findings on Wes Craig.
His grief is very real.
The guilt he feels is attached to the fact
that he provided Monica Craig with the drug
she used to kill herself.
And he has guilt? Oh, yeah.
One might even say he displays more signifiers of guilt
than he does of grief, though the two are inextricably linked.
Sometimes when a loved one dies, we feel survivor's guilt.
You probably felt it
yourself in the military.
So you're saying all the phone calls
that Craig made to Rachel Knox
indicate his state of mind? Yes.
The number of calls he made per day increased
as the day of his wife's suicide drew nearer.
What? He starts out calling,
say, what, once a week for a while. Then...
several times a day.
Right. Right.
Take a look.
I don't know what I'm looking for.
The timeline. There's a pattern.
Wow.
Yeah. The period of time
he made all these phone calls.
Just over three months and then they stop.
Two days before
his wife's death.
Three months. That's the period
of time Rachel Knox would sleep with any one man.
You want me to talk to him again?
No.
I have this one.
This room's even scarier than the last one.
And you're scarier than the psychologist.
You know what? According to our records,
you made 405 phone calls to Rachel Knox in three months.
No. These-these calls,
they were all about Monica.
You know what I'm thinking?
I'm thinking, why would a man use
a wife's tombstone to kill someone.
Why? You had an affair with Rachel Knox.
I did not admit to that.
Rachel Knox advised you to euthanize your wife.
My wife killed herself.
Our shrink says that she didn't.
I mean, if she did, then...
you wouldn't be feeling guilty.
What else did he say?
He says that only a guilty husband
would put the special grave marker back
exactly where it was.
After I killed Rachel with it?
Exactly.
That's a lot of guilt.
He says you loved your wife but you cheated on her.
With Rachel Knox.
Three months.
I was supposed to think that was a real thing?
You know, three months fell exactly
two days before Monica died.
Then, I'm-I'm placing the stone, and...
she shows up to plant the tree.
And she tells me...
She hits me with that yoga babble,
like I wasn't even a real person anymore.
"Our time is over."
I mean, I couldn't...
I couldn't lose somebody else.
Not after Monica.
♪
♪ Is that the old man walking
♪ In the dark?
♪ Is that the old man
♪ Walking in the
♪ Dark?
♪ Is that the old man walking
♪ In the dark?
♪ Is that the old man?
So, I can pretend
you don't have smeared mascara on your cheek from crying.
I'm fine.
Okay.
Actually...
I'm feeling quite sad.
About Sweets?
I know I shouldn't.
I'm so stable, and...
we agreed that we shouldn't get back together.
But what if we're wrong?
You're grieving.
You two had something alive and vibrant, and...
now it's gone. But
what if we can bring it back to life?
You're a scientist,
Ms. Wick. A very good scientist.
Thank you. As a scientist,
have you ever seen anything come back to life
and be as good as it ever was?
No.
So feel sad.
Cry.
You lost something wonderful,
but keep moving forward.
It'll get better.
I promise.
And, uh...
stop copying Dr. Brennan.
It's a little creepy.
On here.
Okay.
Hey there, Christine.
It's me, your father.
Dad. Dada. Daddy.
If...
you're watching this right now, I'm dead.
Um...
if I was a good father to you,
you're... sad right now.
If we had some sort of, like, falling out,
let's just forget about it and move on.
It's just... It's not worth it.
You know, personally,
I'm doing everything I can to get into Heaven...
right now. Um...
but your mother believes...
Well, she thinks that it's a...
I tell you what...
why don't you ask her?
It's... complicated.
These are the last... words
that I'm going to-to speak in this world,
so here goes. Okay.
I like...
God, I really like God, and I...
and I think that he likes me.
You know, I, um...
I love Canadian beer. And hockey.
They kind of go hand in hand.
I really love loud music and really sad music.
I love this country.
And I am proud to have served in the military.
I'm the luckiest man...
in the world because I got to spend time with your mother.
And with you.
And that's true, you know? It's true whether I...
I die today or 50 years from now. It's true.
Okay?
I love you.
And I want you to...
to love life.
Dive into life. Be...
be courageous.
Question things.
And... and be happy.
And don't forget to laugh.
Oh, one last... favor. Um,
help your mom to be happy.
Because if she's alone,
she's gonna forget.
That's it. That's...
from me to you.
Whoa!
Okay. All right.
I'm still alive, Bones. And you know what?
You shouldn't be eavesdropping.
And you messed the end up here.
Now I have to change it.
I'm sorry. Well...
I-I listened to you, too, Booth.
Huh? Look.
Hey.
Ta-da!
You changed your will. Yes.
I find that despite my best efforts,
you exert undue influence on my behavior.
Wait, I got to read this whole thing?
No, no.
It's 306 pages...
306 pages?
It's less than 312. Oh, wow.
But look. Here.
I changed the nature of my funeral. Hmm.
Take a look.
A volcano?
Yes. I remember you telling me
that you'd very much like to visit an active volcano.
Okay, you want us to sprinkle your ashes over a volcano?
Yes.
That way, at least if I'm dead,
you can have a nice trip together
and foolishly risk your lives.
Which will bring us closer together.
Yes. Yeah?
You're welcome.
But wait a second, how am I gonna get
to the top of the volcano? Not my problem.
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
What's that mean?