I'm trying to understand how you can get
such enjoyment from doing nothing.
Come on, it's a beautiful day, I'm on my honeymoon.
I'm with the woman that I love.
I've got a cold beer in my hand.
I mean, you tell me.
What could be more perfect?
You get bit by something?
I'm just trying to achieve the same state of enjoyment you are.
Here, let me help you out with that, okay?
Just take the brim of your hat,
just pull it down over your eyes
like that, get the beer,
take a sip.
Mmm, and go...
Ah!
Relaxation.
Relaxing makes me tense.
The last time I was in Buenos Aires,
I was always doing something.
Okay, I'll tell you what, um...
why don't we go to those, um,
waterfall pools, huh?
That the hotel guy was recommending.
Those pools are contaminated
with fecal matter from wild boar.
I did see something amazing
the last time I was here that I would love to show you.
All right.
Anything for my bride.
You got to be kidding me, Bones.
This is your idea of a honeymoon outing?
Don't you find this fascinating?
These remains are the Desaparecidos--
"the Disappeared."
They were political dissidents that were tortured
and then executed by their own government
during Argentina's Dirty War.
Dr. Brennan?
I'm Letitia Perez.
I run the Buenos Aires Morgue.
It's an honor to have you visit.
Yes, I imagine it is.
Dr. Perez, I would like you to meet
my husband, Seeley Booth.
- We're on our honeymoon. - Yeah.
Oh. And you came here?
See? I wanted to go to the waterfall pools.
Oh, I wouldn't.
There's fecal matter from the boars.
I was here ten years ago assisting Dr. Herrera.
Oh, he passed away last year.
I hope to live up to his memory.
This is where the remains are from.
The victims were shot,
then burned.
It is a part of our past
we are not proud of.
My work is for the victims.
I understand.
I only wish you had the technology
we enjoy at the Jeffersonian instead of this.
We might not have machines to do our work for us, like you,
but we are proud of what we can accomplish here.
I assure you, I have done extraordinary work
without the benefit of technology.
Hmm.
Okay, great.
Thank you so much for showing us
your lovely place here, Doc.
See, we have a windsurfing appointment we have to get to.
No, we don't. We do now.
Enjoy your honeymoon, Dr. Brennan.
I must get back to work.
Wait.
ans)
These bones couldn't have been found
in the same pit as the others.
They were.
I supervised the excavation myself.
Come on, Bones, let's go. Come on.
This victim was killed recently, Booth.
We have a responsibility.
She never would've seen this. Well, I'm sorry,
but you are wrong.
These bones were discovered
under several layers of remains that are 30 years old.
They have black char on the underside.
All of the others
are uniformly gray and white.
This body was burned recently.
Oh, my God.
You're right.
No better place to hide a body than a mass grave.
Okay, Bones, this is what we're gonna do.
We just tell the cop what we discovered.
We go back to the pool, we relax, okay?
There's a beer with your name on it.
That's an excellent idea. This is my jurisdiction.
I have a standing offer from your government to act
as a forensic anthropologist whenever my services are needed.
Just ask Deputy Minister Ortiz.
But Dr. Perez-- she can handle this.
I've seen no evidence of that so far.
This is his office?
The inspector likes his espresso.
Dr. Brennan, this is an honor.
I am Inspector Raphael Valenza.
This is my new husband, Seeley Booth.
Agent Andy, I can't believe I'm meeting you.
You've read my books? Every one.
Agent Andy is one of the best characters in literature.
Well, he merely supports Dr. Reichs.
That's what he wants her to think, because he's a real man.
Got a good point there, Bones.
My car.
The same one Agent Andy drives.
Hey! Hola, time-out, okay?
Can someone please tell me what's going on here?
Someone was murdered, and Dr. Brennan has
graciously offered to assist
in the investigation. Right, of course she did.
Bones, it's our honeymoon!
I can't believe the real Agent Andy will be assisting me.
What? Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Well, then it's settled.
Let me give you a ride back.
Oh, okay.
Dr. Perez will welcome you into her morgue
with an open heart and open mind.
Oh-ho, wait a second there.
Okay, everybody just...
Slow down there, Inspector, because this is our honeymoon.
Well, what better way to honeymoon
than with intrigue and adventure?
He has a point, Booth.
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Hey, how's the honeymoon going?
Very well, thank you.
We've been enjoying sex very much.
Good, good, I'm glad you're taking some time off.
Don't worry about Christine, either, by the way.
Her and Michael Vincent are getting along great.
Thank you for taking care of her, Angela.
Yeah, anything to help you... take a vacation
in what looks like
a morgue?
This is Dr. Letitia Perez,
the coroner here at the Buenos Aires Morgue.
She will be assisting me in this investigation.
Hi, hi, it's nice to meet you.
Help!
I am not assisting Dr. Brennan.
She is consulting for me.
Mm, good luck with that.
Wha... what is wrong?
Look at this.
Dr. Brennan.
You're on your honeymoon.
Why are you in a morgue?
Morgues are not romantic.
Booth and I got tired of lying in the sun, drinking beer.
Well, you know what? We're gonna get back to the fun in the sun
and drinking, but, you know what, to be honest, Bones and I,
we just... we love working together.
It's what we do best.
I've tried to explain that I'm fine on my own.
Well, how did they wind up asking you guys for help?
Look, I don't want to brag, but I'm kind of
a national hero here. Ah, yes.
Agent Andy Lister is the epitome
of the ideal police officer.
Based on me, you know-- I mean, whatever,
you know, makes Bones happy.
So, you guys go on a honeymoon
and we wind up solving an Argentinean murder?
Hopefully.
Awesome.
I have the missing person files.
Good.
The victim is elderly...
The notably textured sternal rib ends
indicate that the victim was
approximately 90 years old.
And the long narrow nasal aperture suggests Caucasian.
You are the worst vacation taker in the world.
I concur.
You should be receiving evidence in the next few hours.
I'm sure you will impress Dr. Perez.
I'm a national hero.
The Argentine murder victim's X-rays are being sent now.
Angela is working
on a facial reconstruction based on photos
and detailed measurements.
They did a good job of packing this clothing.
No contamination. Oh.
Dr. Brennan sent bone samples for a histological profile.
They aren't completely clean.
That's right.
So I'm to clean these bones?
And give me the leftovers.
I retrieved these insects from the remains.
The mass grave is 30 years old, but these insects suggest
the time of death is within one month.
We'll see if our entomologist concurs.
I send my most difficult samples to the university,
but I am confident I am correct.
I find it's best not to be overly confident.
I was not aware you knew any other way to be.
Oh! Wow, good.
It's got bite. What is this?
It's local.
La cola del Diablo-- "the devil's tail."
That is some tail, huh?
Excuse me. Oh.
Honeymoon stuff.
Booth.
Why are you working on your honeymoon?
It's not healthy.
Look, I have been deputized, okay, Sweets?
I'm a national hero.
I don't really believe that.
Come on, be happy for me, all right?
Bones and me-- we're having a great honeymoon, okay?
Okay, I'm happy.
Okay, that's better now, so listen to me.
I need you to run a check
on an Inspector Comissario Raphael Valenza.
Go to my computer.
Use it access the OAI
records in Argentina.
Okay. Why?
I don't want to end up helping someone
who ends up being corrupt.
That's why.
Guy dresses really well,
he sips coffee at a café, he's got a pocket watch,
and he drives a fancy car.
Oh, well, if that's the case, then...
It is.
All right.
To the, uh... Hey.
snake tail or whatever that is, huh?
Mm-hmm.
Security video from the mass grave site
shows only government cars
entering and exiting.
Well, time of death was a month ago,
so we should concentrate around that area.
As you say, definitely.
I'm telling you, there is a lot of missing people.
Well, I expect Agent Andy's famous instincts
will narrow the search.
Right, right, so let's, uh, look for 90-year-olds, right?
There are none, but why would anyone murder a 90-year-old man?
Why not just wait for nature to take its course?
Well, once Bones finds out the cause of death,
we'll have that answer.
"Bones"? Yeah.
That's what Agent Andy calls Dr. Kathy Reichs...
to make her uncomfortable.
Well, you know, in real life, she likes it.
Oh, really? Yeah.
Wait, this Mercedes is not a government vehicle.
How far back is this?
Three weeks, four days, and 11 hours.
How long between when it went in and came out?
Almost two hours.
That's enough time to bury a body.
Yeah, too bad we can't see the plates.
♪ The wheels on the bus go round and round... ♪
It still feels weird being in
Booth and Brennan's house without them.
Yeah. Well, be even weirder to be living here with them.
The kids play really well together.
I know, right? Man, two kids.
They entertain each other,
you know?
Cuts the parenting time in half.
I'm making an observation.
You are making a sale, mister.
Oh, am I?
Yeah, you think you are.
It's kind of quiet.
Yeah, it's a little too quiet.
Hey, Michael?
Kiddos?
Hey. Over here.
For a second there,
I thought they'd made a break for it.
You start every workday like this? Wow.
Yes. It clears my mind and puts life into...
Perspective.
Mm-hmm.
What, you don't approve?
Oh, hey, I approve big-time.
Look at this spread you got.
Oh. Look at this.
It's a facial reconstruction of our victim.
Amazing.
You send it to me, I can run it through
our SIBIOS System for a match.
You know, I'm curious.
Who's your favorite fictional policeman?
From who do you draw inspiration?
Superman.
With respect, Superman is not police.
Ah, he still catches the bad guys. That's right.
Hey, got it.
Miguel Eduardo Silva.
He looks scary, don't you agree?
It's scary that he's driving at 90. That's what's scary.
So, what's next?
What's next is we go talk to Miguel's family, right?
Immediately after our breakfast, yes?
Okay, let's do it the American way--
immediately and with a great deal of noise.
Door is open.
Yeah.
Right.
The wife-- look at her.
They were probably together their whole lives.
Buenos dias, señora. Buenos dias.
Señora Silva! La buscan!
Ah. No wife.
Ah, yeah. That's the wife?
I have a pretty good idea how he died, huh?
Please, do not make me laugh
at such a serious moment.
¿Si?
Gracias.
I can't believe Miguel is gone.
I'm very sorry for your loss.
That's very sweet of you.
So is it true?
Are you the real Agent Andy?
Yes, he is, señora.
I would choose my words very carefully.
Everyone reads those books?
Of course.
We are a nation of readers, Agent Booth.
Right. So why is it that
you didn't report your husband missing?
It wasn't unusual for Miguel to be away.
Sometimes he was gone for weeks.
Doing what?
I have no idea. He never told me.
And you didn't care?
A woman with so much free time,
waiting around for a 90-year-old man?
What are you accusing me of here?
I don't understand.
What, being married to an older man?
Being beautiful?
These are not crimes.
No, the crime that we're investigating is murder.
Did your husband have any enemies?
I don't know.
Miguel was a very private man.
Oh, and a volatile one.
So why'd you stay with him?
You obviously don't understand Buenos Aires,
Agent Booth.
I was born in Ciudad Evita.
It's, uh...
it's bad.
It's... very bad.
Miguel took me off the streets.
He gave me a new life.
A strange life, but a better life than the one I had.
So why would I kill the man who gave me that?
Well, you have a lot to gain from-from his death.
You know, a beautiful home, bank accounts...
There was no bank account.
Everything was cash with Miguel.
I receive an allowance every month in cash.
With him gone, I don't have the money to keep the house.
I don't even have a car.
The Mercedes was his,
and it disappeared with Miguel.
An s550?
Yes.
I'm starting all over again now.
As poor as I was when Miguel found me.
I thought Agent Andy would understand.
So you think the killer
ed the victim's car to dump the body?
Well, it makes sense, right?
We have to find the car.
After three and a half weeks?
Come on, you must know people who have spare parts, right?
Isn't that what you used to restore your old car?
This is why you are an icon.
I'll call a friend I know
who trades in spare parts.
Okay, h-hold on.
I'll catch up with you; I gotta take this call.
Will you get your feet off my desk?
How did you know that?
You had the forward-facing camera on.
I saw your feet.
Oh.
All right.
Well, I looked into, uh, your friend Valenza.
He worked with our guys on a Joint Task Force
against the cartels in the late '90s,
and busted some corrupt local judges in 2006.
Since then, he's gone head-to-head against corruption
in Buenos Aires. He's squeaky clean.
All right, so he's one of the good guys.
On paper.
But police corruption
has been a problem in Buenos Aires.
The cops either need the support of the community
or their fellow officers, which this guy has neither.
So I wouldn't be surprised
if his sense of loyalty is colored...
Look, look, unless you have something solid
on this guy, all right, I'm gonna give him
the benefit of the doubt, you know?
And don't touch my bobblehead.
I didn't.
Well, it was bouncing.
I have the fracture map
you constructed from the X-rays, Dr. Edison.
Unfortunately, Dr. Perez
doesn't have the capability to do that here.
Well, I couldn't determine which ones
were caused by the heat of the fire
and which, if any, are perimortem or antemortem.
Even with all that equipment?
We can make those determinations here,
now that we know where to look.
Can't we, Dr. Perez?
With ease.
Well, good luck.
There are a lot of them.
We've determined that some of the bones
were calcined by the fire,
but most of them remain intact.
That means the fire burned
somewhere between 300 and 700 degrees.
Very impressive.
Yeah, a wood fire.
Macrobotanical charcoal found on the bones
and clothing samples confirm that gasoline was used
as an accelerant to ignite the wood
and thus burn the body.
Burning a body is not easy.
Right.
I'm still working on
the type of wood that was used,
so I'll get back to you on that.
My friend said the Mercedes was abandoned near here.
Someone tried to sell him the parts.
Well, if somebody's gonna strip and dump a car,
this definitely looks like the place to do it.
Ciudad Evita is a zona liberada.
The cops won't come here.
It's run by the bad guys.
Well, we're in here.
Which is why you'd better take this.
Right.
Isn't this where Silva's wife said she was from?
It is.
I know many like her
who would do anything to get out.
And anything not to go back.
All right.
Ready?
Oh, there it is.
What's left of it, huh?
When the thieves strip a car here,
they take everything.
Well, I'm gonna take a look anyway.
Maybe we can get
some fabric off the seats.
Maybe pull some, uh, particulates...
Take an evidence bag. Mm-hmm.
Well, they didn't take everything.
Look at this.
That's not a car key.
Hey.
I finally got Christine to sleep.
Oh, this is just... this is unbelievable.
I mean... put one kid down,
the other one starts crying.
This-this isn't babysitting,
it's a sleep deprivation study.
Maybe it was something they ate.
Well, we had the same SpaghettiOs.
We're not crying.
Okay, it's your turn.
Oh, no, that did not count as your turn.
Yes, it did.
I got up. No, no.
It only counts if you go in
and you pick them up and you rock them.
No. Wait, no.
We go on crying.
Christine cried, you went.
Michael Vincent cried, I went.
So next time, it's your turn.
No way. That's not fair.
That doesn't even... That's the way it goes, babe.
It's your turn.
Dr. Brennan should be back soon.
I can have her contact you...
No. I can tell you.
Your work has been very impressive so far.
I thought you would credit Dr. Brennan for the work here.
No, Dr. Brennan does that on her own.
Take it from one who's been there.
The tougher she is, the more respect she has for you.
I appreciate that, Dr. Edison.
No problem.
Now, when you do see her,
let her know that the plane grating spectrograph
of the bone sample
turned up some interesting histological results.
It seems that the victim had prolonged exposure
to hydrogen cyanide ethyl bromoacetate.
That's Zyklon-B.
Yeah.
Bianca said that no one comes down here.
Well, you know what?
Someone needed this key, all right?
It was made by the same locksmith
that made the others for the house.
Hey, what's up, Bones?
Where are you? I went to the cafe, but you weren't there.
Well, you know the key
that we found in, uh, Silva's car?
We think it might fit...
in his basement.
I saw Dr. Edison's histological analysis.
The victim showed evidence of prolonged exposure
to a gas called Zyklon-B.
Nazi gas?
Yes.
I think Silva might have been a prisoner
in a concentration camp.
Oh, I don't think he was a prisoner.
Looks like he was a Nazi.
Whoa, look at that, huh?
It's a Van Gogh.
Oh, you know about art, too?
He signed it.
Blood on the wall.
And on the floor.
Blood spattered all over the place.
Okay, someone dragged something
right through the bloodstains there.
Wood.
The scoring marks
suggest that it was heavy,
but the blood was dry when it was dragged
because there are no streak marks.
As a coroner, my area of expertise
must include much more than bones.
So the bad man killed Silva,
dumps the body, returns and drags something out.
I'll send these photos to Cam for confirmation,
but I'd say this happened
So, the killer returns to the scene the next day?
That's pretty risky.
Whoa, wait a second.
Look over here.
Meter by half meter.
What do you think, it was a trunk? A desk?
What's that?
Let me see.
"Melmer"?
You find out what Melmer is, and I'll get blood samples
and particulates back to the morgue. Okay.
Listen, Bones, you sure you want to continue doing this?
I mean, look, we can just call it quits
and go back to the pool.
We're doing what we love with the person we love.
I actually find it highly romantic.
A feeling we can explore further when we're alone.
Mmm... all right.
I ran these photos
from the cellar through the Israeli government
and the Simon Wiesenthal Center.
Guess what.
They discovered Silva was not who he said he was.
Correct.
Are you guys in a cafe?
Yeah. It's a very civilized way to work.
Right?
But your new wife is in the morgue?
Okay, really?
You know her; she loves it, okay?
So just tell me about the old guy.
Miguel Silva was actually
Sturmbannfuhrer Herman Haupt.
Haupt was known as the Monster of Majdanek,
a concentration camp near Lublin, Poland.
He personally sent thousands
of Poles and Jews to the gas chambers.
So a war criminal.
Good luck.
So we're looking for a killer of a Nazi war criminal.
That just opens up a whole world of suspects.
In 1945, President Peron sent
10,000 blank passports to the Nazis offering citizenship.
It's our shame.
So, Haupt got one of those Argentine passports?
Yes. I got to say,
if somebody tracked down this old Nazi and killed him...
It's our job to catch murderers, correct?
I must do my job no matter who the victim is.
Well, that's right,
but what if the killer just wanted to rob Silva?
There's a man, an expert in Nazi war criminals.
We should talk to him.
After our cafe.
Yeah, immediately after.
I found fractures on the ulna and the radius
that are perimortem. Where?
Here where the burn line crosses the fracture margin,
indicating that the fire had access to the part of the bone
that was broken.
Similar fractures here on the metacarpal
and here on the phalanges.
Excellent finding.
These are defensive wounds, indicating a struggle.
Yes, buthese injuries wouldn't kill him.
So we still don't have the cause of death.
Correct. Let's take a closer look at the skull.
Oh, God.
Wow.
I'll put it back together. No, I'll do it.
I apologize.
Of course, I was in the wrong.
You know, perhaps it would go quicker
if we worked on it together.
We've all dropped human remains before.
Of course we knew about Haupt.
We were trying to extradite him.
And who are you, Mossad?
No, I'm a retired man.
I try to help out where I can.
Forgive me,
but if you were unable to extradite Haupt, perhaps you...
We were trying to bring Nazis to justice,
not become murderers ourselves.
Why couldn't he be extradited?
Haupt was rich and he had friends in high places.
I was thinking Haupt was
an old man with every hope of escaping justice.
I just don't like the idea of him dying in his own bed.
In the arms of a beautiful young wife.
Agent Booth, we do not expect justice in the world,
but we take great pride in seeking it out.
Is it true that this is the man
upon whom Agent Andy Lister is based in the novels?
It's true. In the flesh.
Yeah. Ah.
You will sign my book?
Oh.
Right. Yeah. Sure.
David. Ah.
Like David who slew Goliath.
The very same.
Right.
So, the wood sample that you sent
to me from the scrapings from the wine cellar floor
came from a deciduous conifer
called the larch tree.
Hey.
Why is Christine in the lab, Dr. Hodgins?
Yeah.
Day care called because Christine and Michael Vincent
wanted to see us, and-and since you're away, we thought...
Yes! No, it's great, right?
How cute.
Whoa. Okay, wait a second. Is Cam okay with that?
Cam? Oh, yeah, yeah.
Okay, okay. That's it.
I am taking them back to day care.
You know what I said about the children being in the lab.
Yes, we do, yes.
Why don't you say hello to Booth and Brennan,
who are on their honeymoon and are so happy that
we're taking such good care of Christine.
Hey there, newlyweds.
I was just saying that we are so delighted
to have the kids with us here at the lab.
So sad that they have to go back to day care now.
Okay, see you later.
It's great that you all are having so much fun.
Tons.
Yes, it's a piece of cake.
You know, two is easier than one, actually.
Much.
Where's my...?
Oh, my... Okay, we're gonna go.
We're gonna go.
Can we just get on with what we were talking about here?
Yes. Good. Murder. Right.
So, the wood sample that you sent me-- it predates 1945
because it lacks the isotopes cesium-134 and strontium-90.
Those were in everything after the first
nuclear bomb explosions in the mid-1940's.
Everything in the wine cellar was Nazi stuff predating 1945.
Well, according to documents from World War Two,
Haupt was assigned to the Merkers Keiselbach Salt Mine--
the infamous storehouse of the stolen Nazi treasure.
Now, when the U.S. found the mine,
there were hundreds of paintings, uh, bags of cash,
and wooden crates filled with bars of gold.
Let me guess.
The crates were made out of larch trees.
Amazing. What deductive instincts.
And the, uh...
the Melmer packing slip, according to records,
each of the crates filled with gold in the Merkers mine
bore a packing slip marked "Melmer,"
named after the original courier who delivered
the crates of gold bars.
So what was dragged across the cellar...
Was a crate of Nazi gold.
While we were reconstructing the skull,
I discovered subtle discoloration on
the coronal suture interdigitations.
This indicates a subdural hematoma caused by a direct blow
to the coronal suture was cause of death.
So, dropping the skull
turned out to be a good thing.
Everything has a silver lining.
True.
In this case, there is no silver lining.
Sweetie, try to be nice; you're a guest.
I know. I only meant that here the lining is gold, not silver.
You see the gold flakes in the fracture?
So Haupt was beaten to death with a bar of gold?
That's my conclusion.
We finally found our cause of death.
Oh, great.
By the way, uh,
you don't have to worry about Christine.
Hodgins and I have everything under control.
I wasn't worried.
Okay. All right, well, um, I'm gonna go talk to Hodgins,
and tell him about the gold,
and he can search for any matching particulates.
So, I'll talk to you later.
Forgive me, but I find it difficult
to imagine you as a mother.
It's been the most wonderful experience I've ever had.
Don't you want children, Dr. Perez?
I thought so, at one point.
But I've seen so much cruelty and evil in this world
that I couldn't bring a child into that.
It's our job to make the world a better place for our children.
Don't you believe that's possible?
I envy you your optimism, Dr. Brennan.
¿Un cafécito?
Uh, yeah, yeah. Cup of coffee's great.
Booth! Yeah?
The killer didn't bring
the weapon to the scene of the crime.
He used one of the gold bars in the room.
So it wasn't premeditated; it was probably a crime of passion.
You know, to see the two of you work together, it's magical.
Dr. Reichs should be highly respected.
She is. She's the focus of the books.
Aw, come on, Bones, just admit it, okay?
Argentina's my domain.
I should get back to Dr. Perez.
It feels like there's something we're still missing.
Dr. Brennan, are you enjoying your honeymoon?
As a matter of fact, I am.
Aren't we, Booth?
Yeah, we-we are. I mean, I know it's hard
for people to understand, but we are.
Although I am starting to miss our hotel room.
Wow.
She's more wonderful than Dr. Reichs.
Yeah, tell me about it, huh?
Okay, Dr. Reichs doesn't have
the same sensual quality that...
"Tell me about it" is just a phrase.
Oh. Yeah.
Uh, there's something about this case that makes no sense.
What's that?
This isn't something that you can take
into a bank and trade for cash.
Right.
Well, do you know anybody who would buy Nazi gold?
What's all this about, Inspector?
I run an honest business.
We both know that's not true, Ramon.
Allow me to introduce you
to Agent Booth from Washington, D.C.
Agent Andy? The guy...?
I swear, I have done nothing wrong.
You're awfully defensive for an innocent man.
I will answer anything. Anything I ask you?
Okay, where do I start?
Um, oh, I got it.
What about the bars of Nazi gold that you've been fencing?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Do you know the book where Agent Andy dangles the man
from the top of the tall building?
But that's not true.
It's a book, right?
Oh, look at this, Agent Booth.
The federales have been searching your office,
and they found the gold.
Where'd you buy the gold from?
I tell my customers
that our business will remain... confidential.
Right, okay. Let me just hit him once.
There's no need.
My men told me that they found blood on one of the bars.
Probably the victim's.
How would you say "accessory to murder" again?
Cómplice de asesinato.
Murder?
Okay, I get it.
You don't have to play the hard balls with me.
I make a deal.
Two gold bars for Agent Andy
and two gold bars for my good friend, Inspector Valenza.
He does. He reads the book, right?
I mean, you do read the books.
I mean, do you really think that Agent Andy would accept a bribe?
Maybe I'll let Agent Andy spend a little time with you.
That's a good idea.
I... bought the gold from a woman.
What woman?
Very beautiful.
Too beautiful to kill, I'm convinced.
Is this her?
Yes.
She's much prettier in person.
Oh-ho, Bianca,
we going on a little trip?
I'm sorry.
I'm in a rush. I'm late.
I will call you as soon... No, no! Look at that!
She's getting away, huh?!
...I promise, but I'm so very late.
Whoa! What, are you kidding me?
No disparen!
Slow down! I was just kidding, okay?
Wow!
What do we got here, huh?
Look at this, huh? Look at all that cash.
Wow, looks like someone got a good price for the Nazi gold.
Bianca Silva, you are under arrest
for the murder of your husband.
Why could we not do this at the cafe?
Because we think you are a murderer, señora.
And murderers do not get fine espresso.
I have killed no one! Alvarez told us
he bought the gold from you, he paid cash.
The same cash we found in your bag.
Maldito mentiroso!
It's my gold, found in
my wine cellar.
I mean, where is the crime?
Well, the gold was yours because he died.
Maybe you just got tired of waiting
for that to happen naturally.
You know what? I did not kill Miguel.
And yet you were in the wine cellar where your husband was
beaten to death with a gold bar.
Yeah, my wine cellar, my gold!
You know what? I find this conversation tedious!
How'd you get the gold out of the cellar?
My maid-- she's very old but very strong.
We find any of your fingerprints
on any of the gold covered in your husband's blood...
We will bounce. "Pounce."
What's the word? Pounce. Pounce, pounce.
The door to the wine cellar was open.
That's the end of the story.
Pounce on that.
Dr. Brennan, they have arrested Bianca Silva.
Say again, please.
I said they have arrested Bianca Silva.
Really?
So you can stop now.
Go back to your... honeymoon holiday.
There's still a lot of work to do for the trial.
Yes, Dr. Brennan.
My work.
It's... it's been my pleasure working with you.
Really? Yes.
You reminded me how important it is
not to rely on technology.
The Jeffersonian makes that difficult.
Thank you for saying that.
Oh.
What?
Nothing.
I think you've arrested the wrong person.
But how can that be?
Do either of you have an alternate theory of this murder?
I believe Letitia Perez is related to the victim.
And your reasoning is?
When we shook hands to say good-bye,
I felt a small avulsion on the metacarpal of her thumb.
You could tell that from shaking her hand?
What can I say, huh?
She's amazing.
What's this? I have nothing new to tell you.
Well, we know you're a pterodactyl. Polydactyly.
Right.
Is it true that you were born with an extra thumb?
You had it surgically removed as a child.
So what?
Haupt had the same genetic abnormality.
Are you related to Herman Haupt?
She's his granddaughter.
So what? It's meaningless.
It's suspicious.
A man gets murdered, and you don't tell anyone
he's your grandfather?
Letitia, as a friend,
I suggest you call a lawyer.
And tell a story which explains why you killed
a Nazi war criminal who was your grandfather.
I devoted my life to identifying
the 10,000 victims of the Dirty War.
It was my way of fighting back.
You understand.
Then to find out that my own grandfather killed
many more times that number of innocent people.
And he thought I was like him.
You didn't know he was a Nazi?
Not until he took me down to his wine cellar and showed me.
He told to me,
"This will all be yours when I die."
That I will be wealthy.
And you killed him?
You didn't want the blood money, did you?
He laughed at me.
He said I was weak.
He called me mestiza.
"Mixed-breed."
"A mongrel."
So I grabbed the closest thing and I hit him.
And I hit him until he stopped laughing.
I'm sorry.
You know I have to arrest you, right?
I know.
I have no regrets.
I'm kind of glad this babysitting thing happened.
Yeah, one kid, right?
Whoa, I mean, listen.
Other people can have four or five kids,
but that-that is just not us.
It's not our style.
No, no, we like our sleep.
We like fine dining.
Alone time.
Like now.
Yeah, this.
This is nice.
Yeah.
Where are the kids?
Oh, no.
Kiddos?
Okay, here we go again.
Michael?
Okay.
Hey, hey.
Found them.
I want another one.
Yeah, me too.
What you reading there, Bones?
Oh, the identification of human remains
that have been scavenged by sharks.
I borrowed it from the mortuary library.
Ooh, it's a page turner.
It's actually quite fascinating. Mm-hmm.
What do you have hidden behind your back?
These?
These here? Oh, I'm just trying to come up with a way
to, uh, keep the honeymoon afloat.
By getting me drunk?
No. It's so hot out here, know what?
We have to hydrate, hydrate.
Cheers. Cheers.
Hydration.
Mmm. Ah! Mmm.
Ah!
There it is! You know what?
This has been a pretty good honeymoon
when you really think about it-- I mean, look.
We've been able to taste the local cuisine,
see the sights, the local music.
♪ Chacka-chacka-ah ♪
♪ Chacka-ah. ♪ Right?
Catch a Nazi-killer.
We didn't catch a Nazi killer.
We caught a killer of a Nazi.
That's, uh, that's what I meant.
It was ambiguous. Well, okay.
It was ambiguous. Hydrate!
Hydrate.
For our second honeymoon,
we could go somewhere with a prominent sports team.
Wow, I like that. Okay.
You really do love me, don't you?
I think for my next book, Agent Andy Lister could die.
No, they would just, you know, make him a saint, that's all.
Hydrate, hydrate. Hydration, yeah? Hold it, hold it.
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