Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls.
Is there anyone here today...
who happens to like chocolate?
Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!
Of course you do!
Then as your purveyor of pleasure...
your dean of delight...
I have something very special for you today.
But first, everybody close your eyes.
Today, Walpert Chocolate...
is proud and pleased to bring you...
- the world's largest chocolate bar! - Wow!
Yes! It's official!
This is the biggest, best-tasting chocolate bar in the world.
Six feet wide, 15 feet long.
And you are all going to get a gigantic taste of it.
Named "The Best in the Bunch" by Chocolatier Monthly...
our new gigantically good chocolate bars...
are the latest in a long-standing Walpert Chocolate tradition...
of award-winning confections.
Since 1948, we've-
The saw's stuck.
Is it all right?
- Something's wrong. - Let me give you a hand there.
Oh, whoa!
What is that?
Decomposition's almost complete.
I don't know how I can separate the organic material from the chocolate.
Os coxae suggests female.
The earliest stages of spondylosis indicate an age range in the late 20s.
Hey, maybe it's an Oompa Loompa.
- I don't know what that is. - Oompa Loompa!
Oompa Loompa.
The, uh, gases that would normally...
be released into the air during decomposition...
were trapped in the hard chocolate...
reducing the soft tissue to a putrid fluid.
Agent Booth, I'm, uh, Jimmy Walpert.
I'm sorry that I wasn't here, but I-I got a bit sick.
Well, that's no surprise there.
- This is Scott. - Scott Kimper.
K-l-M-P-E-R. Chief Chocolate Engineer.
I didn't know chocolate required engineering.
Making chocolate is a science unto itself.
No, it's not. It's a technique...
which requires various scientific disciplines- physics, chemistry-
So, you guys were both present when the body was discovered?
- It was awful. - It didn't make any sense. I was there the day we poured.
So was I, and there certainly wasn't any- dead body.
Really? Well, it's not a secret now, is it, Mr. Walpert?
This is an awful lot of chocolate to pour.
I tempered our new formula to withstand additional humidity and loaded up a cement mixer.
- When was that? - Tuesday morning, 10:00.
How long did it take to set?
I confirmed solidity on Thursday, 3:30 that afternoon.
- I can give you my notes. - I personally monitored it every eight hours.
- I saw nothing strange. - Do you have any security cameras here?
Any surveillance I can take a look at, footage?
Just a temporary fence with a padlock for insurance purposes.
You don't think that a child saw the chocolate and fell in?
No, the victim appears to be an adult.
Judging from this section of pelvis-
female, late 20s.
I'll tell you one thing I've noticed-
that I'm sort of off chocolate.
You know, it was widely rumored that Pope Clement XIV...
was killed with a cup of poisoned chocolate.
Was he a good pope or a bad pope?
He was no Urban VI.
Oh, no. Of course not.
Oh, who, by the way, was the answer...
to my record-breaking Daily Double win on Jeopardy!
The category, of course, "Torture."
Was that the game that you played while I was away?
It was more than just a game. Mr. Nigel-Murray won almost a million dollars.
Which after travel, uh...
an overindulgent lifestyle, the occasional game of chance...
and a little stint in rehab, I, uh- I no longer possess.
But I do- I still have my memories.
Thailand.
Reassembling the chocolate...
made it easier to scan...
but the condition of these remains is far from ideal.
That's an understatement.
Hey, rugal folds. Found a piece of stomach.
Is this a slight depression on the occipital?
Yes. Perhaps she struck her head on the mold as someone held her down in the chocolate.
Which would mean that she was drowned.
Certainly a possibility.
- Cam, can you analyze the lungs? - Lungs.
There are no lungs.
Definitely looks like murder.
There's nothing definite here, Mr. Nigel-Murray.
It's possible the victim had a grand mal seizure...
while voluntarily lying in the chocolate.
But let's call it murder just for fun.
Why is it so cold in here?
Holy crap.
Look at the size of that thing.
We turned the thermostat down so no chocolate would melt on the C.T.
It's on loan from Johns Hopkins.
Johns Hopkins. Almost forgot that. Another one for Michelle's short list.
I cannot believe she's already applying to colleges.
- Does Michelle know what she wants to study? - Marine biology.
Art history. Russian literature.
She's kind of all over the place.
She's actually gonna be here in a few minutes so we can go over our application strategies.
Don't you mean her application strategies?
Didn't I say that?
What's this here, on the right radius?
Looks like it may be perimortem sharp force trauma-
an injury sustained in the attack.
But we'll know more when the bones are clean.
- Just don't lose the chocolate. - Dr. Hodgins can help you.
I sense a mess in our future.
Uh, speaking of which, I need to get cleaned up for Michelle.
Oh, you know, there are many fine universities in England.
Uh, Oxford and Cambridge, of course.
But th-there's also-
You so much as mention leaving the country to my daughter...
and I will choke you on your own trivia...
and stuff your lifeless body in a locker.
Then again, Georgetown is lovely.
Mm-hmm.
- It's closer. - Closer.
I know I promised that the decision was yours and yours alone...
but I did send away for a few catalogs...
just to give you a sense of your options.
A few?
Now, with your grades and S.A.T. scores plus extracurriculars...
I truly think you have a shot...
at getting into any one of these schools.
The trick is gonna be the essay question.
And then talk about personal interviews later.
Cam, I think I've already decided where I wanna go.
Your top choice? That's great! Why don't we do this in tiers.
Top choice, reach schools, safeties.
Uh, no. I mean, I only want to apply to one school. Early decision.
- Wellesley? - Central Maine State University.
Excu- Central... Maine? That-That's a-
State University. Pittsfield Campus.
I am not familiar with that university.
But, um, then again, I don't know much about the center of Maine.
It's a small school, but it's got a great general studies department.
That way, I won't have to narrow down my interests.
- General studies? - Mm-hmm.
Derrick's already in because he got a football scholarship.
Ah. Derrick.
Cam, don't say his name like that.
I like Derrick, Michelle. I do.
But this is your future. It's important.
You said this was my decision. You told me you'd support me.
- Yes, but when I see that you might be making a mistake- - So you're not supporting me?
Unconditionally?
You're right, Cam. This is my future.
I'm sorry. Let's talk about the-
No. I've gotta go. I'll see you later.
I gotta tell you, I don't think I've ever quite seen anything like this.
Anthropologically speaking...
chocolate and violence often intersect.
Take the ancient Aztecs.
Cocoa pods were used in ritual to represent the human heart...
while the seeds inside represented blood.
So, what's the deal with the body? Any news?
Mr. Nigel-Murray's cleaning the bones as we speak.
Some fractures appear to indicate a struggle.
But we can't get a clear look until Hodgins and Mr. Nigel-Murray clean the bones.
Lick 'em. Lick 'em clean.
- Licking would contaminate the osseous surface.
Joke, Bones. All right? It's just a joke. All right? Sarcastic-
- Hello, Angela. - Hey.
I just sent you the victim's facial reconstruction.
- Oh. Convenient. - Yeah.
Well, I ran it through Missing Persons, and nothing came up.
All right. I'll- I'll show Booth. Thanks, Angela.
Yowza.
"Yowza" was an early 20th-century exclamation you used to indicate...
that you are responding sexually.
The victim's nasal bridge reminds me of Hannah.
- Her nose looks a little bit like Hannah. - Is she away again?
Is that why you're making sexually suggestive exclamations?
She's traveling with the president of the United States.
She's in Munich until the weekend.
I love Munich. Ich liebe Bayern. Und Sie?
So, Angela find any missing persons?
Ja. Aber sie fand keine-
- No match. - No match.
Let's just do this the old-fashioned way.
Hey, Booth. Yowza.
- That was very funny. - Yeah.
- It was objectively very amusing. - I'm laughing all the way out the door.
Yowza.
How's my sweet thing and her precious cargo?
- Oh, we're fine. - Yeah?
We're just cleaning up the 3-D images of the remains.
I think he really likes 3-D.
If, by cargo, you're implying that I already resemble a container ship...
let me warn you, you ain't seen nothin' yet.
I can't wait until we start to tell people.
I think we should tell people now. Okay?
Yeah. Sure. Yeah.
- Um, I'll tell Cam when I see her. - No!
This is a big deal. We need to throw a party.
- I mean, like, tomorrow night, Founding Fathers. - Oh.
We'll get food, some drinks.
I mean, everyone will be so excited for us.
- I can't wait to see their faces. - Me neither.
How about if I invite everybody?
I'm afraid that you're gonna give it away.
Yes. Good point.
- Yeah. - Sure. Good.
Uh-
Angela's got something to ask you.
Hodgins wants to make a big announcement and tell everybody that I am pregnant.
- But everyone already knows. - I know.
But Hodgins doesn't know that, because he wants it to be his surprise.
You didn't say anything, did you?
- No. No one did. - Okay. Good.
Well, everybody's just gonna have to act surprised.
And if they can't pull it off, then they- they just have to not come.
- They have to make up an excuse. - Sounds like a plan.
Okay. Can you do it?
Founding Fathers. Tomorrow night.
Wait. Founding Fathers?
I love Founding Fathers!
How was that? Convincing?
Yes. That was- That was-
Thank you, Cam.
Oh, my God. This is Harriet Soloway.
- Does she work here? - Yes. In R & D.
Scott!
Did you find out what happened?
- The dead body is Harriet Soloway. - Harriet?
My God!
- I thought she was at the cocoa bean symposium in Baltimore. - So did I.
Right. So when was the last time you saw her?
Uh, Monday morning staff meeting.
You said that the chocolate was poured on Tuesday...
- and that it was hard by Thursday? - That's right.
I'm gonna need to know all the people who had access to the chocolate during that period.
I know my employees, Agent Booth.
Nobody would ever just dump her body in the chocolate bar.
There's no evidence to indicate...
the body was placed in the chocolate as a means of disposal.
The evidence suggests she was killed there.
Death by chocolate? Oh, the press will have a field day with that.
Do you guys have any personnel files?
We're gonna have to notify next of kin.
I think she has a sister in Virginia. Um, I'll get you her file.
I'd like to offer a reward.
$50,000 to anyone who helps us catch the murderer.
That's very generous of you.
Payable in a lifetime supply of Walpert chocolate.
Right. I'm guessing the ones with the gooey center.
Right?
Your thesis is wrong, Dr. Hodgins.
We should use the blow dryers. It's a more gentle process.
I'm the lead on this, Vincent, as well as the king of this lab.
Now, the lights will melt the chocolate evenly...
and won't damage any evidence trapped inside.
Yes, yes, but with the hair dryers, we can localize the heat distribution.
Tests supporting this have been conducted in Michoacán, Mexico.
I'm gonna turn the lamps on now to melt the chocolate and to stop you from talking.
Ooh, stop!
Turn the lamps off. Turn the lamps off.
What is going on?
I was going over Angela's 3-D images of the remains...
and I found something.
Okay.
- See these circles? - It looks like intestinal gas.
It's bubbles in the chocolate.
Two big bubbles trapped right here...
25 and 39 millimeters above the victim's mandible.
Are you saying the chocolate trapped the victim's final breath?
- Well, I'm no expert in viscosity, but- - I am.
I am. In fact, on- on Jeopardy!-
Oh, make your point.
In any endothermic reaction...
the surface molecules are always the first to become stable.
Therefore, it's possible that a gaseous bubble could form in the warmer liquid...
but become trapped against the solid surface.
I couldn't get any useful data from the soft tissue, so the bubbles are all I've got.
- If they melt away- - But we have to melt the chocolate...
in order to get any information from the bones.
Yeah, but first we can cut out these sections and freeze them...
until we discover a way to extract the gas trapped in the bubbles.
Excellent. Do it.
Mr. Nigel-Murray, if I didn't have self-control, I would kiss you.
No interesting facts off that?
Hmm? Y-Yeah, yeah.
In fact, the- the satisfaction...
that human beings take from fantasizing is-
It's directly related to-
Uh, no, I don't- Mm-mmm. There's no facts on-
Yes, that's my sister.
I wondered why she wasn't calling me back.
- When was the last time you guys spoke? - I don't know.
A few months ago? We, uh- We should've talked more. We're both so busy.
We just let our lives get away from us.
Are you sure it's Harriet?
Well, according to the Jeffersonian, yeah.
Um, are you aware of any... problems she may have had?
Any enemies at the chocolate factory?
No.
Chocolate what?
Are you familiar with Walpert Chocolate?
Walpert Chocolate? No.
According to the company, she'd been working there for several months...
right after she graduated from culinary school.
Culinary school?
Harriet went to Penn State. This is a mistake.
According to her résumé, she went to the Arrow Culinary Academy...
followed by an internship at a prestigious chocolatier in New York.
- Can I see that? - Sure.
These are all lies.
They are all lies.
That is her picture and that's her name, but this résumé-
this isn't her.
- So she lied to get her job? - Extensively.
It's bold, but it doesn't necessarily mean she's pathological.
Maybe she just loved chocolate.
You have to eat that?
I'm imagining you chomping down on her cheek or something.
Can you just- Put it away.
If we don't face and overcome unsettling events in life, we are ruled by them.
I'm not gonna let some ruthless killer destroy my enjoyment of chocolate.
It's not gonna happen. I love chocolate too much.
- Give me this thing. - Come on! I was about to get to the nuts.
Her sister, Geneva, said that Harriet didn't even like chocolate.
She said that she'd lied about getting this job and every other job.
So I basically tracked down her actual employment records...
through her Social Security number...
and she not only changed jobs every year, she hopped industries.
It looks like she created a new résumé for each position.
Here she says she's a world-renowned expert in the field of couture bustiers.
Lingerie. Like a bra, only pretty great.
Actually, they're very sexy.
Sort of s-squeeze the-
Uh, so you're saying that all the resumes are filled with false information?
Cosmetic rep. Toy company.
Outreach specialist, whatever that is.
It's fascinating. I mean, obviously our victim is intelligent.
These resumes are perfectly tailored to make her an ideal candidate.
Geneva said that Harriet was probably lying just for the fun of it.
When someone lies with this sort of ease in their professional relationships...
chances are they lie at least as much in their personal relationships.
Maybe she just lied to the wrong person.
I should be able to use the syringe...
to extract the gas and any aerated fluid.
Ooh! Bubbles!
Now, the trick is jabbing them.
Yeah, sometimes I use this thing on myself...
to check on the baby...
just say hi.
Totally unethical. I know.
Extremely, but so cool.
My daughter wants to be a Fighting Hagfish.
For what, a costume party?
No. It's the mascot of Central Maine State University...
where Michelle says she's going next year.
Oh.
Good for her. I love Maine.
She's following a boy, Angela.
I mean, you're a hedonistic, free-spirit, artist type...
and even you didn't do that.
Thank you for the personality assessment.
Yeah, I went to a good school because I chose to.
Nobody made me.
You should let Michelle make her own decisions, Cam.
I mean, she is almost an adult.
"Almost." That's the key word here.
I need to guide her, but she hates me for doing it.
- Maybe you should talk to Sweets. - Sweets? Why would I do that?
He might be able to help you deal with Michelle.
I don't wanna talk to a child about a child.
Okay.
I measured the contusion we found on the skull.
It matches the width of the edge of the mold that they used to form the chocolate bar.
Very good work.
That reinforces the theory...
that the victim was held down with some degree of force.
And suffocated.
The cartilage of the septum has been crushed...
and there's another hairline fracture on the frontal process of the maxilla.
Pressure fractures on the margins of the orbits.
Their directionality definitely suggests Harriet was suffocated while submerged...
which is in keeping with Cam's postulation that the chocolate captured her last breath.
Oh.
- This is odd. - The radial trauma?
I originally believed it to be perimortem, but look.
The remodeling was obscured by pseudarthrosis.
This injury happened about five or six months before she died. See?
Remodeling on each edge.
The limb must not have been properly immobilized after injury.
So the bone didn't fully calcify...
leaving the appearance of a fresh wound.
But that wouldn't have happened to anyone who had access to modern medical treatment.
Well, maybe six months ago, she didn't have access to treatment.
Or she chose to deny it for some reason.
Ooh! Are those the bubbles?
- .72 c.c.'s and 1.33 c.c.'s. - Wow.
- How's the chocolate coming? - Done.
I sifted through all 1,873 gallons of it.
Nothin' but the usual.
Ant torsos, spider legs, rodent hairs.
- Whoa. That's the usual? - Yeah.
F.D.A. permits 60 insect fragments and one rodent hair per 100 grams.
- Lovely. - Yeah.
Uh, hey, so, are you- Are you, uh- Are you coming tomorrow night?
- Yes. - Angela asked you?
Yes, she did. And, yes, I am coming.
- Good. - It's just a fun night.
- Yeah. - With friends.
Mm-hmm.
Sounds good.
- Let me know as soon as you get the results. - Yes.
O-On those. Okay?
Yes.
Great. Thanks.
So, that was the human resources department at the bra place.
Turns out wherever Harriet Soloway went...
she had quite the reputation.
- What, for lying? - No, for seducing men.
- Yowza. - Okay.
You know, that whole "yowza"? That's really not necessary.
So you're implying that Harriet might've been sexually involved with a Walpert employee?
I looked through her phone records. I didn't see any evidence of it.
But the last place she worked, Bellomo Sparkling Wines-
What?
I had a very bad experience drinking Bellomo sparkling wine.
Who hasn't, right?
Anyways, Harriet had a relationship with the owner, Lawrence Bellomo...
and apparently it didn't end very well.
- What happened? - Well, six months ago, she filed a complaint with her carrier.
She was receiving harassing phone calls from a private number.
- Turns out they were coming from Bellomo.
Brennan.
We have the results from the first bubble.
There's an extremely high concentration of carbon dioxide.
So she did exhale while submerged.
There are also traces of oxygen, nitrogen, hydrochloric acid, acetic acid...
oenanthic acid, decanoic acid, glycerin, glucose...
- ethanol- - It was a postmortem eructation.
Oh, God. That sounds bad.
- It's a burp. - Burp?
- Corpses burp? - Yeah. Isn't that awesome?
Well, the combination of acids and sugar sounds like ingredients.
It's champagne.
So I went to the liquor store and bought every brand available.
We ran it through the G.C. mass spec to compare their volatile composition.
Ah-ah-ah. Bellomo sparkling wine.
- Damn. - How did you know?
It could just be a coincidence.
It could be, but we should still ask Lawrence Bellomo a few questions.
Just because she was drinking Bellomo...
does not mean I was drinking Bellomo with her.
Everybody drinks Bellomo.
Everybody drinks Bellomo once, Mr. Bellomo.
Phone records show that you were calling Harriet repeatedly.
I just wanted to talk to her, all right?
- I was having a hard time. - Why? Because she broke up with you?
That, and my business.
Everything was going wrong at the same time.
You know what I'm saying? A perfect storm.
- Yeah? What happened? - Well, I hired Harriet about a year ago.
We started seeing each other and, uh, I thought we were gonna get married.
Six months later, out of the blue, she dumps me.
Quits. Says she needs her space.
- What the hell does that even mean? - Nothing.
Space being neutral- or in some cases negative- can't be acquired.
- Therefore- - Just, uh, go on. Continue.
Well, because having a broken heart's not bad enough...
a month later I lost a contract with my biggest distributor.
How much do you know about her personal life or history?
What she told me.
And her sister. I know her sister too.
K-Knew her.
You slept with her sister?
We had a little fling. That's how I met Harriet.
She was staying at Geneva's for a couple of days, and she needed a job.
And... she had an impressive résumé.
You dumped Geneva.
Yeah, well, good thing too. Geneva was nuts.
When she heard I was with Harriet, she went insane.
You know, that woman waited for me in a tree outside my house.
She almost took out my eye.
Those girls hate each other's guts.
Why didn't you tell us about Lawrence Bellomo?
Lawrence... is- is ancient history.
- Did he kill Harriet? - I'll ask the questions.
You were jealous of your sister, weren't you?
What are you getting at, Agent Booth? Because I don't think I like it.
Well, Harriet was beautiful, led more of an exciting life.
You, in comparison, led a more-
Boring? Are you saying my life is boring?
So- So I whacked my sister?
I'm just thinking, you know, Harriet stole your boyfriend last year.
She probably stole your boyfriend last week.
- So you got upset and you whacked her. - Okay.
I got a little crazy when Lawrence dumped me.
But I just couldn't believe he fell for her act.
Her act?
Harriet was a phony.
Ever since we were little, she would manipulate people to get whatever she wanted.
No one knew. Everyone loved her.
So- So, yeah, you're right. I was jealous.
But I would never hurt her.
She was stabbed in the arm six months ago. Do you know who may have done that?
Her arm? I don't know. She probably deserved it.
But it wasn't me.
I hated her, sure, but I didn't kill her.
Interestingly, the cacao tree is a species of the genus Theobroma...
which translates from the Latin as the "food of the gods."
What would actually be interesting...
is an explanation of the perimortem fractures, Mr. Nigel-Murray.
Of course.
They support our scenario of the attack.
With one hand, the killer held the victim down...
fracturing the clavicle and the sternum...
while suffocating her with the other hand.
- Anything else? - Oh, yes.
I took a closer look at the antemortem trauma that somehow escaped medical care.
There is a very small proliferative lesion...
on the distal edge of the fracture.
It's an adventitious cyst.
The compromised bone formed a callus around a foreign object...
that was embedded in the open wound.
- Do you have this on X-ray? - Yes.
- Looks like a small rock. - Oh!
Rock was the subject of my only disputed Jeopardy! answer.
Is this relevant, Mr. Nigel-Murray?
The category was "Famous Jameses."
The question: "He is widely considered the best rock guitarist of all time."
So, obviously, my answer- "Who is Jimmy Page?"
No. That's not the response. The response they're looking for- "Who is Jimi Hendrix?"
Mr. Nigel-Murray-
I know, I know! Jimi Hendrix!
Okay, first of all, Jimmy Page is a better musician. That's a fact.
Also, Jimi Hendrix- his original birth name is Johnny.
So he doesn't- doesn't even belong in the category.
That wasn't relevant at all, Mr. Nigel-Murray.
Take a microslice of the cyst and have Dr. Hodgins identify the foreign object.
Jimmy Page is always relevant.
Well, you're here, so you must want my honest opinion.
I guess so.
I think you're overreacting, Dr. Saroyan.
Overreacting? Do-Do- Are shrinks even allowed to use that word?
Okay, so, why am I overreacting?
I have a friend, Tim Swift, who was the golden boy in my high school.
Got into Harvard, but dropped out after the first semester.
Wound up in some community college where he majored in weed.
Today, he manages a $5 billion charitable trust that saved thousands of lives.
I'm sorry. You lost me at majoring in weed.
The late teens and early 20s...
are a time for experimentation and growth...
and, you know, making a few mistakes is just part of that process.
Oh, you're making it worse.
It's not that I don't think that college isn't a big deal. Of course it is.
But, come on, this is Michelle we're talking about.
- She's an exceptional young woman. - She is.
Which is why she deserves to go to an exceptional school. This decision-
It's probably gonna change anyway.
She and Derrick will have a fight...
or she'll start to feel left out when her friends visit schools.
I don't think this is a done deal.
Applications are due in a few months.
What if she realizes too late?
I'm responsible for her, Dr. Sweets.
Well, you know, it may not unfold...
the way you'd like it to...
but Michelle is a smart and wonderful young woman, worthy of your trust.
Let this play itself out.
I don't know if I can do that.
I do.
You've been a great mother to her.
Remind me again why I should listen to someone who doesn't even take care of a pet.
Right.
I sponsor a water buffalo in the Philippines.
And I suppose you wouldn't get in the way of her decisions.
Oh, I wouldn't get in her way, period.
You made my day, Vincent. Thank you.
Was it the vivid recounting of my debauched weekend in Rio?
Or was it that, uh, juicy little morsel regarding Signor Trebek?
Both entertaining.
But what really does it for me is that foreign object you gave me to I.D.
It's a bug.
Helopeltis theobromae.
- The object we found lodged inside the bone was an insect? - Most of one.
It's part of the Miridae family.
It's found primarily in Indonesia.
I'll go and tell Dr. Brennan.
Well, when you do, make sure you tell her the best part.
One of the little guy's favorite snacks- cocoa plants.
The evidence shows that Harriet was in Indonesia six months ago...
probably on a cocoa plantation...
which would explain the insect.
Wait a second. Here we go. Indonesia. Cocoa.
- Yes? - Aha! Ambrosia Chocolates.
- Remember them? - Yes! They're expensive.
- Yeah. - And delicious.
I love the cream center, although not that much anymore.
Every Ambrosia employee is sent down to Indonesia...
to take part in this immersion program to study about cocoa.
But Harriet didn't work for Ambrosia Chocolates.
But look at all the companies, okay...
that she worked for after she quit.
They all took a hit.
- Remember Bellomo Wines? - Yes.
Lawrence Bellomo said that he lost a major distributor of his wine.
Every company that Harriet worked for was a victim of corporate espionage.
Walpert was developing a new line of chocolate.
Ambrosia sends Harriet to Indonesia-
Because Ambrosia is her real employer.
Harriet...
was a spy.
Yowza.
So, Gail Slevin, is it?
Right. As president of Ambrosia Chocolates...
you have been trying to buy out Walpert for years.
- Is that right? - We made some overtures. It's not really a priority.
Uh, from my count, six overtures.
Walpert has not bitten.
That must have been frustrating, right?
- Not really. It's just business. - "Just business."
Right.
Are you familiar with the Economic Espionage Act?
No. Why would I be?
Well, if I find proof that you illegally obtained a competitor's trade secrets...
you're lookin' at least 10 years' prison.
I agreed to come down here to discuss the accident at Walpert's factory.
- Suddenly I need a lawyer. - Well, it wasn't an accident.
You see, it was murder...
and we have proof that the victim worked for you...
and has been since she entered your immersion program six months ago.
You see, Harriet was a spy.
Am I here because you think I killed her, Agent Booth?
Well, if you didn't, you might want to cooperate.
It might make negotiating a plea on that espionage charge a little easier.
Harriet entered the immersion program just like everybody else...
so that she seemed just like any other employee.
- How'd she hurt her arm? - It happened during the harvesting part of the program.
Go hand machetes to 16 Ivy League graduates, see what happens.
She sliced herself. It got infected.
The plantation's in a remote area...
so it was impossible to get sophisticated medical care.
All in the name of chocolate.
This is a competitive business, Agent Booth.
Billions of dollars are at stake.
Harriet was hired at Walpert to find the company's weaknesses.
And maybe steal some trade secrets along the way.
She called me last week, whispering into the phone, saying she was gonna quit.
- Did she say why? - She thought Jimmy Walpert was onto her.
I told her to be careful. Jimmy has a temper.
Cam?
Oh. Hey.
I'm just, uh, working on some disgusting stuff here.
Uh, Derrick flew up to Maine this week to sign his letter of intent.
He brought this back for me.
He's actually a much cuter mascot than I imagined.
I was hoping you'd take it.
Maybe even wear it once in a while.
I just- I still want you to be proud of me.
Oh, Michelle.
I-I'm extremely proud of you.
And I'm so sorry I haven't been supportive.
This is your decision, and you have my support 100% .
Thank you.
Go, Hagfish!
I'll see you at home.
Okay.
Dr. Saroyan, have you a minute?
Interestingly, English Quakers believed that violence among the poor would be ameliorated...
if they could be persuaded to give up alcohol in favor of chocolate.
I thought you had something to show me.
Oh, yes, yes.
I found another perimortem injury.
The fourth finger on the left hand.
An asymmetry in the articular condyle...
with damage to the corresponding facet.
What does that mean- a dislocated finger?
Twisted and dislocated.
Very near the time of death, yes.
Huh.
That's not a typical defensive wound.
Nor does it seem to factor into our suffocation scenario.
I'll make sure to tell Dr. Brennan. Very good work.
- Also, very, very- - Last one, Mr. Nigel-Murray. Make it good.
Right.
Milton Hershey, who had great success...
spreading chocolate amongst the masses...
was also a- drumroll, please.
You're not gonna- I'll do it myself.
- A Quaker. - Huh.
That's actually sort of interesting.
Thank you.
Gail Slevin admitted Harriet was a spy.
- And she was scared. - Of what?
Him.
It's your job to keep a lid on this, Melissa!
I mean, look at this article! And what about the other chocolate blogs?
- Mr. Walpert? - Not now!
Excuse me?
You and your investigation are costing me big-time!
Now get the hell off my property before I call the dogs!
- What is he talking about? - I don't know.
- Are you threatening a federal officer? - Oh, back off!
- I mean it. - Okay, you're under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent, and if I were you I would, pal.
Believe this guy?
You knew what Harriet was doing...
so you drowned her and left her for dead.
- Suffocated her. His hand was over her mouth. - Right. I got it, Bones.
So when did you, uh, discover that Harriet was working for Gail Slevin?
What? That little bitch!
- What did she tell them? - Calm down!
Don't tell me to calm down! This business is my life! Get Scott in here.
If he showed her anything, if he showed her one damn slip of paper-
- What does Scott have to do with this? - He's the chocolatier.
I handle the business, but he oversees all of the new formulations.
I'm- I'm just a face, like the Colonel.
But my suit is way nicer- no string tie or anything.
- Listen, did Harriet spend a lot of time with Mr. Kimper? - You think I give a crap?
I hope so.
Scott's wife was... a horse.
You could actually put a saddle on her.
And Harriet was, uh, quite a tease.
Well, Scott doesn't hold back on the credit card charges.
Take a look at that charge.
"MinuteDivorce. com."
Filed online last Sunday.
The same day that he spent 12.99 at the liquor store-
Bellomo sparkling wine, I imagine.
And $2,000 for an engagement ring.
Which he yanked off her finger, dislocating it.
I'm telling you, all the evidence points back to Scott Kimper.
Unfortunately, it's just circumstantial.
Got the analysis of the remaining air bubble. It's good news.
Let's see.
Is this Michelle's essay to Johns Hopkins?
- Yes. - It's very good.
It is.
I thought she wasn't applying to any other schools except-
Oh. Oh!
You're writing Michelle's- Oh, that's bad!
I mean, that- That's just wrong.
No, Dr. Hodgins, that is being a mother.
And I assume I can trust your discretion.
Of course, Mom.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
We just got the results back from the second bubble we found trapped in the chocolate.
You mean the eructation.
This one wasn't a burp. It was her final exhalation.
It contained oxygen, nitrogen, carbon dioxide and a trace amount of blood.
Harriet's blood?
Not Harriet's blood. Someone else's.
If it was her final exhalation...
then the blood must belong to the person who was with her when she died.
Yes.
We have the killer.
She said she loved me. I trusted her.
Well, you weren't the first.
She worked for Ambrosia Chocolate.
I shared everything with her.
My recipes, everything.
If she hadn't been inside, that would have been the best chocolate bar you ever had.
He killed her because he loved her?
No. He fell in love with a fake. He found out, he couldn't handle it.
- Love is an idiot. - What?
I was personifying a concept. It's poetic.
But how does someone fall in love with something that isn't even real?
Oh, that's a big question.
You're just gonna say that it's your brain releasing chemicals that just drive you crazy.
I'm not even gonna go there. I'm not gonna have this conversation.
But you admit that love is an idiot, right?
Yep. Oh, look at that. Uh, Hannah's back.
Um, you know, this whole thing that we're goin' to here-
The official announcement that Angela is pregnant?
Yeah, I-I feel, um- I feel pretty stupid pretending.
You're trying to find a justification...
so you can go home and have sex with Hannah, right?
Yeah.
Plus, we already all know anyway.
But Hodgins doesn't know we know.
Yeah, but Angela says if you can't pretend not knowing, then you shouldn't go...
so I shouldn't go.
If you want, I can lie to all of our friends...
and say that you had pressing F.B.I. business.
I don't like the idea of lying to our friends, but I'm gonna go with it.
Thanks.
Uh, tell Hannah welcome home.
Right.
Do you think everyone's here?
Yes, I do.
Just go ahead.
Okay.
Um-
Hello, everyone, uh- All four of you.
Our friends.
Um, thank you so much for coming out tonight...
to hear our big announcement.
Maybe you've already guessed?
- Nope! - No. - No!
Okay.
Well, what we'd like to share with all of you is that I'm-
Yes, our best friends. Good. Um-
Vincent, what's the matter?
I beg of you not to look at me directly.
Please, just say what you've come to say.
Okay. Yeah.
- Um, ready? - Yes.
- Angela and I are gonna have a baby! - A baby! Congratulations!
Yay!
- Wonderful! A baby! - That is so awesome!
- A baby! - That's so good!
- Wonderful! - Stop.
You knew, didn't you?
- No. We didn't. - No!
- Know what? - No, I was surprised.
Mm-hmm.
They knew.
No, no.
They didn't-
They didn't know. Did you know?
- Nope. - Mm-mmm.
That's why no one else is here.
Because you told them if they couldn't fake surprise, not to show up.
I- I think we were very convincing.
I actually felt like I was hearing it for the first time.
I can't believe you told them without me.
I didn't tell them, honey. They guessed.
Didn't you guys guess on your own?
- Yeah. - Yes. - Yeah.
It was the glow or the vomiting or something.
The point is we're all together and you guys are all very happy for us, right?
- That part is true. - To the Hodgins family.
- To the Montenegro-Hodgins family.
- Oh, my- - And the wee one.
To our family. Yay! To our family!
Yay! Okay!
Oh, I'm so glad that's over!
Thank you so much!
What's that mean?
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