OK, Dr Brennan, Agent Booth.
Together. A little closer.
OK. Yeah. That's perfect. Beautiful.
Now, keeping your back straight, I want you each to lean forward...
- No. - Excuse me?
Come on. I'm sure this is just a meaningless exercise
to illustrate the importance of supporting each other.
We agreed to see another therapist, not be action figures for a 12-year-old.
I'm 22, Agent Booth.
I have a doctorate in psychology from Pennsylvania.
My dissertation on the effects of job stress was published...
I'm sure Mom's really proud of you, Sweets.
Dr Sweets. Or Lance, you know, if you're more comfortable with informality.
I'd prefer out of respect for each other and the process of psychotherapy that we at least...
Sign the forms so I can get out of this suit and I can have a Saturday night.
I don't care how young you are. I've never believed in psychotherapy.
Agent Booth, Dr Brennan, this isn't a game. The FBI may be severing your partnership.
- What? - Why?
"Why?" Dude, you arrested her father.
- He was just doing his job. - Yeah, but come on.
He, like... He arrested your father. He's gonna have to be a witness against him.
Circumstances like these tend to stir up scary feelings.
I don't have scary feelings. Maybe you need a night light to sleep...
Agent Booth, you've been trying to intimidate me since the moment you stepped in here.
- You've succeeded. - Don't scare the boy, Booth.
Now, I need you both to fill out these questionnaires and get 'em back to me.
Don't share your answers.
It'll help me evaluate whether Dr Brennan should be assigned to a new agent.
That's not gonna happen.
Like it or not, Agent Booth, I'm the therapist in charge of this case,
so I suggest that we work in cooperation rather than conflict.
- I can cooperate. - Good.
Agent Booth?
I'm still gonna call you Sweets.
Yeah.
It's some kind of personality test.
I can't believe he gave us homework.
Probably his. What kid works on a Saturday night?
It's my fault. I said I wasn't available in the week.
Why did you go and do that? I had seats right behind the dugout.
Booth.
- Ah, don't look at my paper! - OK. Yeah. Got it.
Well, there's only one thing more fun than therapy on a Saturday night,
and that's a dead body.
Look at all the cars. I thought the VA hospital was closed.
It is, Bones, but come on. It's the weekend, right?
An abandoned building surrounded by acres of secluded land, huh?
Use your imagination.
Teenagers, hormones...
- You're saying they're here to fornicate. - Yes. Nice image. Very, uh... biblical.
These two were on their way to a romantic encounter and tripped over the remains.
- Ha, I'm guessing that killed the mood. - I've got patchy tissue.
But this level of decomp pushes things into your territory. I haven't touched it yet.
Definitely not homeless. Nice watch, good shoes, at least what's left of 'em.
Male, middle-aged.
Level of decomp would suggest he's been out here a few weeks, but...
I don't get it. Kids come in here every night and they're just noticing him now.
- Dumped at the top of the hill? - Rolled down.
Would explain the fresh mud and leaves.
These bones are still greasy. Did you take an internal temperature?
With this decomp, why would it matter?
Maybe he hasn't been dead as long as he looks.
- The body is still radiating a lot of heat. - Wow, you're not kidding.
We used to use the local golf course.
I remember taking Marianne Molano to the ninth-hole sand trap. She had long hair all...
- You are so gonna regret telling this story.
OK. Now, what have you got?
127 degrees?
- Wow, that's really not normal. - No, that's way past really not normal.
You're saying that before the body was dumped it was?
- Cooked. - Cooked?
Cooked.
You realise this might be another victim in the Widow's Son case?
- Based on what? - Cos the victim is cooked like an entrée.
Same as that guy in Germany.
There's no evidence of cannibalism. No bite marks...
- No condiments. - Bullet hole in the sternum.
What guy in Germany?
He ran an ad online. He said he was looking for someone to eat.
There's an excessive amount of mud and debris from the dump site.
- It's difficult to get a clear view of the injury. - Tell me about it.
I have to distinguish particulates and insects from the body's original location.
- People actually replied to the ad? - Yeah.
Guy ended up feasting on a computer engineer.
- That's extremely disturbing. - Well, hello, my exotic princess.
- What a charmingly inappropriate greeting. - I think he's talking to a bug.
Well, now I feel a bit rejected.
Looks like something from the Nitidulidae family.
Where did you come from, you gorgeous creature?
And do you have any friends?
Boy, he melted like ice cream on a hot summer day. When do I get my turn?
- Oh, we should be finished in 20 minutes. - Excellent.
Wow.
I'm finding a concentration of bristletails and harvester ants dead by the victim's feet.
That is odd.
The guy was cooked, Hodgins. Odd is kind of a relative term.
Hey. Angela called. She wanted me to...
- Hey, is that the test from Dr Sweets? - Yes.
What did you put for number seven? I put 12 to 15 times a day.
- Now I think I misunderstood the question. - We're not supposed to discuss it.
- Come on. The teacher's not in the room. - Is this how you got through school, Booth?
No. Well, maybe algebra, but...
Hey, Booth, I got your ID.
Franklin Curtis, age 54. His wife Margie reported him missing yesterday.
Augusta County. He was rich.
Founder of the Natural Sun organic supermarket chain.
There's one near my apartment. Excellent local produce.
Totally overpriced. A carrot is a carrot.
Hey, it's worth it. Organic, there's no pesticides, it's from sustainable farms.
Every time I buy something there, I feel so virtuous.
The guy started off with a single roadside produce stand
which he grew into a nationwide chain.
- An organic capitalist. - Ambition like that creates enemies.
I tested fabric samples from the victim's pants. They were covered with chloropicrin.
Why the pinchy face, Bones?
Franklin Curtis built his career on organic produce, and chloropicrin...
Is a pesticide.
I was at a yoga retreat with my daughter.
When Frank didn't answer the phone I got worried.
Here, Mom. Ignatia amara.
It's a homeopathic remedy for grief.
When we came home, there was a cup of herbal tea on the counter as if he'd just...
stepped out for a moment.
We noticed the fields. You still operate the farm?
No matter how big the business got, Dad always wanted to remember how it all started.
Your farm, it's certified organic, correct?
- No pesticides beside natural predators? - Of course.
Your husband, was he having personal problems, recent arguments?
- No. Everybody loved Frank. - Mom...
- Your dad was a wonderful man. - My dad was kind of obsessed.
He'd pressure conventional farmers to go organic.
"Pressure" makes it sound so... He was an extremely generous man.
He offered to support them financially while they made the transition.
- What if a farmer didn't wanna switch? - Dad would turn things over to his lawyers.
They'd find some legal loophole - property taxes, zoning, who knows?
Eventually, Dad would just buy them out.
And he'd force people off their land?
I see.
Any farmers he was trying to convert?
- Mr Harding? - Something I can help you with?
FBI. Special Agent Booth. This is my partner, Dr Temperance Brennan.
I'd like to ask you a few questions about Franklin Curtis.
You can tell that son of a bitch that the only crop that'll ever grow on this land is tobacco.
I don't give a crap how many suits he sends to scare me.
He didn't send us, Mr Harding. Franklin Curtis is dead.
Well, I wish I could muster up some remorse.
No love lost between the two of you, I see.
The man was trying to kick me off of my own land.
My family's been on this farm for over 150 years.
Tobacco built this country,
yet the self-righteous eco-hippies have the nerve to look down their nose at us.
- Did you see Frank last Thursday? - Not that I can recall.
Really? Virginia Pesticide Control Board reports
you registered an application of chloropicrin to your field last Thursday.
- Same day Frank disappeared. - So? It's an insecticide. Perfectly legal.
- It was all over Frank's clothing. - All... over.
OK, he did come over. He said he was giving me one last chance before he played dirty.
I was spraying fields. I may have accidentally aimed the chem hose at him.
- "Accidentally"? - I swear I wasn't trying to hurt him.
I just wanted him off my property. You understand?
Who the hell was he to take my land from me?
I'm just saying, he had a point.
If pesticides are so bad for us, how come people live longer now
than they did before they used pesticides?
- You're oversimplifying a complex issue. - Meaning you don't have a good answer.
The arguments in favour of organic farming aren’t just about food safety.
They're about prevention of soil erosion, protection of water quality,
carbon emissions from shipping...
Whatever. You're not gonna see me paying four dollars for a tomato.
You know, a researcher at the University of Florida
proved that alligators who swim in pesticide-contaminated waters
have smaller genitalia than their clean-water counterparts.
- No way. - Way.
See? Right there.
There's some kind of pattern on what's left of the skin tissue.
I'm hoping a more artistic eye than mine can make sense of it.
Regular circular shapes, crosshatching... I'd say button marks.
Like buttons from the victim's shirt were pressed into his flesh while he decomposed.
- Yes, that's exactly what they are. - Glad to help.
Here's the thing, though...
Our victim's clothing doesn't have any buttons.
Yeah, and this whole environmental-footprint thing, right?
Why shouldn't I leave a footprint? I'm here, right?
Hey, why should I have fewer rights than any other species?
Hey, Bones, we're having a lively discussion here.
- Tobacco has to be cured. - And it kills. We're on the same side there.
Curing at tobacco farms is done in curing barns using indirect-fired burners.
So if Frank's body were in Harding's curing barn, that would explain how it got cooked.
Brennan.
- That should be enough to get a warrant. - There's what?
Skin slippage. Our victim was pressed against another body,
and during whatever heating process the two went through
the second corpse's tissue basically melted onto our victim.
- Thanks. - Got big news from the nerd posse?
When we search the tobacco farm, we'll be looking for more than the murder site.
We'll be looking for a second victim.
- I'm making lemonade! - Lemonade?
- It's awful hot today. - It's an intrusion, Lizbeth, not a garden party.
- Agent Booth, ma'am. - Lizbeth Harding.
- We won't be longer than we have to. - Shame about Mr Curtis.
- We don't have to talk to them, Lizbeth. - Don't mind Mr Grouchy.
- Did you know Mr Curtis personally? - Of course.
Although maybe not as personally as he might've liked.
- Lizbeth. - How's that?
Andy didn't tell you? Oh, he gets so jealous. No reason.
Looks aren't everything.
Mr Curtis was a big flirt, always making passes at me.
- It didn't seem relevant. - And right under his poor wife's nose.
Fool thought he could get me to convince Andy to sell the farm.
- Lizbeth! - Oh, don't you start again.
When I told Andy, I don't think I have ever seen him so mad.
What a temper you have.
Thank you, Mrs Harding. You have been very helpful.
Tell Andy. He doesn't think I can do anything right.
- So, how many lemonades? - How many lemonades?
Make a pitcher. Great.
I put solar panels on my house, compact fluorescents in every socket,
and still feel guilty when I use a paper napkin.
I'm looking at low-impact housing. I saw a freestanding house that was 118 square feet.
This injury to the sternum might not be a bullet.
Wait, wait. 118 square feet? Dude, that's smaller than the janitor's closet.
There's room for a bed, kitchen, and a small bathroom. I don't see why we need more.
Isn't the goal to reduce impact on the environment?
Life isn't only about function. We are allowed to enjoy ourselves occasionally.
- That's why I work. - Yes! Finally, I identified my mystery bug.
Carpophilus Nitidulidae. King of the lab!
It's an agricultural pest found on pineapple plants.
Agent Booth, there's nothing. The curing shed is clean.
- The body was cooked. There's another, too. - Not here.
- More lemonade? - Yes, please.
No, no, no. Just go back inside and check.
I'll take half a glass. Thanks.
- Booth. - He was around pineapple plants.
Pineapples?
Hodgins found an insect only found on pineapple plants.
The closest place they're grown commercially is Florida.
You're saying the body was moved from Florida?
I don't have an explanation, just the facts.
I found this article about the environmental impact of transporting crops long distances.
It mentions this farmer in Virginia who is trying to grow tropical crops in a hothouse.
- Like pineapples? - Like pineapples.
Thanks.
Boy, sorry to hear about Frank. He was a good man.
- Big supporter of what I'm doing. - Mr Page...
Please, call me Lyndon. You ever eat a pineapple the same day it was picked?
- Actually, no... - Let me make a smoothie.
- That's OK. - I'd love one.
- Frank Curtis ever visit your hothouse? - Once, back when I first built it.
He had some advice on how to maximise my sun exposure.
- What's he doing? - He's powering the blender.
The wheel is attached to a generator. This is rather ingenious.
Stay fit and save energy. Everyone should do this.
It'll catch on. You and Frank have problems?
No, never. It probably helped that I didn't have a wife for him to flirt with.
Seems Frank had a habit of hitting on other people's wives.
All great men have their foibles. Go ahead and check out the hothouse.
I'll bring these out as soon as they're done.
Frank's wife stood to gain the most from his death. If she found he was cheating...
- But you said her alibi's solid. - That doesn't mean we can't double check.
I bet Sweets was picked on all through school.
- And that's relevant now why? - You're kidding me.
Scrawny kid like that sees me, a former jock, and he's thinking:
"Time for a little payback, make him fill out all those stupid forms."
Threatens to take my partner away.
These tubs are too small to fit anything. We're not gonna find the second victim here.
- Yeah, you're right. - So what do you say we go check?
Oh!
Bones.
- Was that you? - Was what me?
- That smell. - I don't know what you mean.
Why don't girls just admit it? It's a natural bodily function, you're a scientist.
I don't... That had to be you.
- It wasn't me! - He who smelt it, dealt it.
- How do you even know that phrase? - Oof! Sorry about the smell.
Guess I left the vents open. Composting facility's about a mile away,
but when the winds blow, it smells like it's round the corner.
Do you take agricultural waste to the facility?
Sure. Almost every organic farmer in the county does. It's great.
You give them your waste and in return they give you organic compost at a low cost.
- I wasn't done with that. - I have an idea.
Thanks, Lyndon. Your smoothies are excellent.
Do you have any to-go cups?
The road to the apocalypse is paved with disposable containers.
Compost. Of course.
The identifying organisms would've died when the body was removed.
- How high do temperatures get? - Inside a large compost heap? 170 degrees.
That's hot enough to cook a body.
If Lyndon contributes his waste, that could explain why the pineapple beetle was there.
Hey, you guys going to check out a large compost pile?
That's wrong how excited he sounds.
Wrong.
If you have any more problems, let me know. All right?
We got five people on staff full time,
but there's 43 farmers with keys to the gates.
- Are you all right? - Yeah, just the smell.
We've probably got masks in the office.
I'm fine. Agent Booth tends to be squeamish.
I'm fine, OK? So, you were saying 43 farmers?
They're welcome to dump their own waste or we schedule pick up with our truck.
- Wow, it's ripe. - Hey, Gavin.
Oh, Tim Peck, Clay Ansley, a couple of our local farmers.
This is Agent Booth, Dr Brennan. They're here about Frank.
- Truck's stopped. It needs a new fuel filter. - I just replaced it two weeks ago.
When I switched to biodiesel I went through four filters. The conversion loosens deposits.
- You work here? - Yes, sir. Charlie Rogan.
- Do you know Frank Curtis? - Very well. I only just heard what happened.
I dated his daughter all through high school. Gavin introduced us.
If there's anything I can do... Mr Curtis was a great man.
- Yeah. - You disagree?
He was in it for the money, not the cause.
Then why did he donate his estate to environmental groups? Millions.
- Even our co-op could see some. - You been to his house? 4,000 square feet.
Brand-new everything, air conditioning on. Fat lot he cared about the environment.
Don't mind him. The smell out here always puts him in a foul mood.
I need names and addresses of every employee and a list of participating farmers.
And the facility has to be closed until all the compost is searched.
We can get a warrant if you want.
I do.
Two independent people often find themselves...
- Agent Booth, are you listening? - What?
The judge will call when the warrant is issued.
I'm in the middle of an investigation.
- It's not my investigation too? - It's too early for this.
Let's talk conflict. When you argue, how do you come to a resolution?
- We don't argue. - Come on. Remember, zone of truth here.
Fine. We might bicker a little bit, but that's not arguing.
Bicker? I don't bicker.
- The environmentalism thing? - A discussion.
You pretty much said my penis would shrink if I didn't eat organic food.
- That's not bickering, that's being a friend. - My penis is just fine.
Now we're getting to that truth zone.
Stop the truth-zone thing. We're trying to catch a guy who cooked a tree hugger.
So just score the test so we can get back to crime-fighting.
Yeah, that's good, Agent Booth. Now let the anger lead you to the fear.
You can't do your job to its fullest unless you get in touch with the fear you feel.
Dr Brennan and I are gonna close our eyes.
Follow the anger, all right?
Feel it. Feel it softening. You feel that?
Very mature, guys.
Gotta run, Sweets. Got the call. Let's boogie, Bones.
And, um, next time you really should tell me if there's gonna be an essay on the test.
I spoke to Hodgins. He's knee-deep in compost.
- He must be happy. - Happy as a pig in... what pigs like to be in.
- A sty? - You said you had things to show me.
From the injuries, it appears there was a struggle.
You can see the bruising and fresh hairline fractures on the femurs and left ulna.
- Consistent with defensive wounds? - That's my assessment.
- So there was a fight before he was shot. - He wasn't shot.
- I thought you said it was a bullet hole? - I was mistaken. It occasionally happens.
The hole is actually a congenital abnormality. A sternal foramen.
- Back to no known cause of death. - Not quite.
I found multiple puncture wounds with hinge fracturing
on the scapula and posterior aspects of several ribs.
He was stabbed? By what?
- I'm working on it. - OK, then. Enjoy.
Oh, God! I'm never gonna get over that smell.
This place is awesome! The thermophilic bacteria content is off the charts.
No security cameras. Too hi-tech for the granola crowd.
That means we have about 100 suspects.
- Are you coming in? - No. That's your thing.
I'd just mess things up if I come up there.
Whoa. Oh.
I just heard a crunch. Definitely not plant life.
Hello, detritus-feeding fungi.
- It's adipocere. - Is that good or bad?
Good for us, bad for the victim.
Female, probably in her early 20s.
If we attribute rapid decomposition to the microbial activity of the compost pile, then...
She's been dead about the same time as Curtis.
Even dead, Frank was lying with another woman.
These three phalanges still have some tissue.
And fingernails.
I may be able to get some scrapings, maybe even a print.
Calliphoridae didn't have a chance to oviposit.
She must've been buried in compost just after she died.
Can you pinpoint how long it would take to reach this decomp?
Given the carbon-to-nitrogen ratio of the compost I sampled...
- she's been in there since Wednesday. - She died the day before Frank?
Who catches people cheating but kills them a day apart?
My sketch isn't matching any missing women on file.
- Maybe no one's missed her yet. - Poor thing. Everybody should be missed.
- Oh, you are such an angel. - I will get a bucket of cold water, I swear.
There's perimortem trauma to the skull, but it's not severe enough to cause death.
I also found broken ribs and the sternum is severely fractured.
- Somebody tried to crush her? - No.
The injuries are consistent with inexpert cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
Somebody tried to save her.
The woman you found, who was she?
- We were hoping you might know. - I told you, I was out of town. I have no idea.
But you were aware that your husband wasn't always faithful?
- Yes, I was. - Yet you stayed with him.
I get it. Big house, comfortable lifestyle...
I stayed with Frank because I loved him. I accepted his faults.
- I'm sure you'll accept the life insurance, too. - I'm not thinking of money. How can you?
My husband hasn't even been dead for a week.
I'm aware of that. Since you were so forgiving of your husband's infidelity,
why didn't you mention that before?
Kat. I couldn't do that to our daughter.
She idolised Frank. I can't ruin that, especially now.
Mom.
Mrs Curtis, I came over to tell you and Kat how sorry I am.
Gavin said he'd try to stop over later. I didn't mean to interrupt.
No, Charlie, it's OK. Stay.
Mom, I knew. Since high school.
- Charlie knew, all my classmates knew. - God.
Come on, Kat, not now.
I pretended that I didn't.
For you.
OK, so Margie said Frank kept an office in town.
- Turns out that office was an apartment. - Where he took his women.
Yeah, OK, Bones. That's right. Let's go to the apartment.
You know, I used that device once in one of my novels and my editor thought it was trite.
Frank's take on being environmentally friendly - making a friendly environment.
- Get it? - Apparently not.
You know, I really hate these gloves.
No, no sign of forced entry.
- His sunglass frames are made of bamboo. - Is that weird?
Most frames are made of metal or plastic, sometimes vinyl.
Maybe they belong to the eco avenger.
- Who? - Frank.
Toiletries in the bathroom, bra hanging on the shower rod... Definitely a woman living here.
- Dried blood on the coffee table. - I'll call Forensics and have the place swept.
- Send everything to... - The Jeffersonian. Got it.
- Including the whole... - The entire coffee table.
Here we go. Take-out receipt from two weeks ago.
Hop Lee's Chinese Kitchen. Name on the credit card - Emma Billings.
- Booth? - Yeah?
I think we've found our second victim.
Emma Billings.
She has an interior superior margin fracture to the C5 vertebra.
What about the posterior half of the vertebral body? Any linked sagittal fractures?
Yes.
So...
if she fell...
and hit her head on the table at this angle, that could account for the broken vertebrae.
It's a rare possibility, but one that would've killed her instantly.
FBI sent over some info on our latest victim.
She was a cashier at one of Franklin Curtis's Natural Sun markets in New Jersey.
- How did she end up in Virginia? - She was hiding.
Earlier this year she accused one of her coworkers of stalking her. Check him out.
- Wouldn't want him following me. - I know, right? Guy's name is Noel Liftin.
He was fired, Emma filed a restraining order. Booth's trying to find him.
- Any progress on time of death? - It seems to have been accidental.
- That would explain the CPR. - But Frank was stabbed multiple times.
Right. Not so accidental.
- Hey, Booth. - What about the weapon? Find anything yet?
These puncture wounds... I still can't find anything this small and curved.
They're close together. He didn't seem to move.
- Which is odd cos the wounds appear deep. - Call me after.
Booth found Emma's stalker. He's staying at a motel across from where Emma was killed.
Don't look at me like that. You can't arrest me for renting a motel room.
I didn't break any laws. I followed her, OK?
The motel room is over 150 feet from Emma's apartment. I measured.
And I got no reason to suspect you. You were just keeping an eye on her.
- I was. - Yeah.
- Frank Curtis. - Who?
Frank Curtis. He's the one. You should talk to him, OK?
He treated Emma like he owned her. It was so messed up.
Wow. The reflections on this table... the patterns are beautiful.
Noel. Focus.
- Frank Curtis. - Oh. Sure.
Frank comes in from one of his regional visits and has the manager hire Emma.
Next time he comes in, he sees that Emma's falling for me.
So he has me fired and then tells Emma to take out a restraining order.
The fact you called her 20 times a day and slept in her drive had nothing to do with it?
I guess you've never been in love.
Where were you last Wednesday and Thursday?
Mostly I stay in my motel room, keep an eye on Emma's building.
The only times I ever leave is to go out and sell my products.
- Your products? - Hemp-oil-based body products. I make 'em.
There's a surprise. Guess you're telling me you don't have an alibi.
I reviewed samples from the apartment.
Traces of triglycerides, diglycerides and free fatty acids on the carpeting and furniture.
- Looks like some vegetable oil. - Could it be hemp oil?
Booth said the person stalking Emma Billings sells hemp-based body products.
- Yeah, that's one possibility. - Re-examine any clothing from the bodies.
See if you can find additional traces of oil.
- OK. - Dr Brennan, I need you to see something.
Fracturing to Emma's sternum hid a malformation
that became apparent once I finished reconstruction - a sternal foramen.
Emma Billings and Frank Curtis both shared a congenital abnormality?
When Zack told me his findings, I decided to run DNA tests on tissue from both victims.
Multiple matching RFLPs. Our victims were related.
If our murderer thought he killed Emma and her lover, he was very wrong.
He killed Emma and her father.
I've tested over 40 knives, ice picks, leather awls. I couldn't find a weapon to match.
With decomp and postmortem trauma from being rolled down the hill, it's very difficult.
This'll help you visualise the pattern of wounds.
Usually I can determine the weapon. This is a frustrating murderer.
I'm sure he'll apologise when we catch him. There are five wounds to Frank's chest.
The result of repeated stabs by an unknown and very frustrating object.
Perhaps not. What if Frank Curtis had broader shoulders?
Angela, move the scapulae apart. Slowly.
- A little more. - The wounds become equidistant.
You're probably looking for an instrument with multiple sharp points projecting from it.
- A pitchfork. - How did you get pitchfork?
These three wounds mark the termination of a three-tine pitchfork's penetration.
- Makes sense. - I'll go match the exact type and make.
I've got results from the clothes. You were right.
Same vegetable oil on Frank and Emma's clothing.
But I found a high concentration of methanol and sodium hydroxide mixed in.
- So the oil isn't from body products? - No. It's from biodiesel fuel.
So your suspect is going to give me a description of your suspect?
- I'm not following. - The stoned hippy guy.
He'll tell you what the guy looks like who went into Emma's place, and you draw him.
I've never really found stoned guys that dependable.
Except for cookies. They always have good cookies.
You're grasping at straws. We should wait for more information.
It's someone at the compost facility. They have pitchforks to turn the heaps.
Pitchforks are used on every farm in the area.
But not biodiesel. The owner said he replaced a fuel pump when he switched to biodiesel.
One of the other farmers also said he switched.
He has a key. He could've dumped the body at night.
Sorry, whose side are you on? Don't say "the facts" because that annoys me.
You want us to base our actions on your gut again?
Yes. You have your shiny machines, I have my gut.
Is it always like this when you two are together?
- Yes. - No.
It's kinda hot.
What the hell is he doing?
It's a Vedic chant.
All right, Noel. Let's go.
Our bass player taught it to me. I'm trying to calm myself.
Emma's dead and I'm innocent. How many times do I have to tell you that?
Noel, I just wanna ask you some more questions, that's all.
- Who are the chicks? - Hey! Be respectful. Up, up, up.
- Ow! - Come on. There you go.
That's it. OK. This here is Dr Brennan. Angela Montenegro. She's an artist.
- Cool. - Yeah, groovy.
Did you see a truck parked outside Emma's apartment building last Wednesday?
How would I know? It's not like I kept a log of everyone going in and out.
You're the primary suspect in Emma's murder.
If you do not cooperate, you're looking at 20 solid years keeping tabs on your cellmate.
All right, fine.
I remember a truck. It had a cool logo from some organic composting place.
We need to know who was driving the truck and if he went into Emma's building.
- You think I have bionic vision? - Binoculars are in every starter stalker kit.
Give Angela something to draw.
I like artists.
I'll crush you like a bug, dude.
- Describe the guy. - Uh, he's a young dude, maybe 26.
About my height, average. Kind of buff.
Caucasian, brown hair. He was wearing sunglasses.
Kinda looked like they were made out of wood or something.
Far out, huh? Wood.
Hey, do you guys have medical marijuana in DC?
Because I get anxiety attacks.
Give Angela something to draw.
Um... OK.
He had a, uh... square jaw, straight nose.
Uh... cute ears.
Charlie Rogan got 'em from Frank Curtis. What's going on?
- Why did Frank give Charlie sunglasses? - No real reason.
Frank wore 'em to pick up compost. Charlie admired them so Frank gave them to him.
- He was like that. - Any reason Charlie would want Frank dead?
Of course not. He's a good kid. He loved Frank.
- This is the murder weapon. - There you go.
- Bag it. - Charlie and Frank wanted the same girl.
Charlie gets jealous, gets into a fight with the girl, kills her, then he goes after Frank.
- Story as old as time, my compost friend. - Need something, Gavin?
Yeah, you're under arrest for the murder of Frank Curtis and Emma Billings.
God, no. This isn't what you think!
- I swear I didn't... - Don't. Don't say a word, Charlie.
Gavin...
Cam, we've got the weapon, plus evidence Charlie was at the scene of Emma's murder.
Yeah, well, I hate to throw ants in your picnic, but I recovered DNA from Emma's fingernails.
Charlie Rogan didn't attack Emma.
- Her assailant was female. - What is it?
- Charlie didn't kill Emma. - He was there.
There's more. I noticed odd similarities so I compared Emma's DNA to that of her attacker.
- There was a 25% commonality. - Half-sisters.
It was Kat Curtis. She killed Emma.
My father promised he'd stopped fooling around.
My mother was so humiliated.
So you went to Emma?
I had the key.
I was waiting for her. I scared her, I guess.
- And you fought. - She fell.
I never meant to hurt her. I just wanted my dad to end things.
- It just looked like she bumped her head. - But she was dead.
Kat called. We were still friends.
I knew she'd never hurt anyone. It was an accident.
You told Kat you'd get rid of Emma's body while her and her mother went out of town.
- You leave your sunglasses. - It's not like I've done this before.
- Frank sees them the next time he visits. - He came at me, man. One night at work.
Frank went nuts. Wanted to know why I was at his place, where Emma was.
- You had a pitchfork. - I was turning compost while he yelled.
You knew what would happen to you and Kat if he found out.
He came at me. I didn't even know I'd done it.
It was like someone else jabbed him with it.
But the body, Charlie. Why did you move Frank's body?
- For my mom. For the insurance. - Of course. No payout without a body.
So I tossed him where we knew he'd be found.
Dad left everything to non-profits. That money was all Mom would have.
- You did it for your mother. - I never meant for this to happen.
I never meant to hurt anyone. I just... I wanted my mom to be happy.
Kat, your father wasn't having an affair with Emma.
He'd had a relationship with her mother a long time ago.
Emma Billings was his daughter.
She was... your half-sister.
What? Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, no. Oh, my God, no!
So? Case finished?
- Yes. - Congratulations.
- Yeah. - You don't seem too happy.
Cos sometimes if you win, you end up with somebody else's pain and screwed-up life.
You work for the FBI, you should know that.
It must be a challenge for you to access those feelings.
OK, stop. You don't know Booth. You don't know me.
You have a limited view based on superficial data
from a standardised questionnaire
and a subjective analysis from talking to us that is not scientific.
So back off.
- I'm just trying to help. - By questioning his humanity?
OK, Bones, now you're going a bit overboard. He's just a kid, right?
The worst thing that's ever happened to him was he lost at Mortal Kombat.
Are you normally this protective of him, Dr Brennan?
We are partners. Our lives depend on being protective of each other.
You feel the same, Agent Booth?
Sweets, I can only hope that one day you know what a real partnership is.
You two are very close. That was evident in your superficial standardised questionnaire
and my unscientific observations.
- Yeah? - You complement each other.
She never compliments me. Did you compliment me in the questionnaire?
Complement, not compliment.
"Ple".
He means that we complete each other... uh, as a team.
- Yeah. Right. - Now, we've got a lot to work on.
Meaning we get to stay together?
- Yes. - I'm sensing a "but".
- However... - Same as a "but".
...I have observed some underlying issues that need to be addressed.
- Issues? - Yes.
There's clearly a very deep emotional attachment between you two.
We're just partners.
And why do you think I would've thought otherwise?
- Cos you're 12. - Don't read into anything that Booth said.
We're professionals. There's a line... that doesn't even need to be there.
Not at all. I mean, if there were no more murders, I...
would probably not even see her.
- That's very true. - We might have coffee.
- Probably not. - What?
What?
- You wouldn't even have coffee with me? - Well...
In your scenario we wouldn't know each other because there are no murders.
"Were".
I said no more murders.
Then fine. We could have a coffee.
So that's clear, then? I mean, we'd have coffee and that's our relationship? Coffee?
Yeah. Let's move on.
What's that mean?
ENGLISH SDH