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[ Children Chattering ]

Aaron, where's Joey?
Taking a leak.

Buddy system. Come on.

Which way did he go?

I don't know. Geez.
Joey's gotta whiz
every 10 minutes, and I--

[ Boy Screaming ]

[ Saroyan ]
Trauma to the forehead.

[ Booth ] Eyes full of maggots,
and all you see is the boo-boo
on the forehead.

Hands bound in front of him.

Definitely not execution style.

What's the shiny stuff
on the nose?

Some kind of emollient.
It's around his lips too.

- You get anything out of
the boy who found him?
- [ Booth ] Only vomit.

[ Brennan ] That would explain
the pervasive smell.

- Why am I here?
- Dead guy. Foul play.
It's your main function.

With bones.

This is... very meaty.

No, there's a bit of bone
here and there.

- And look at all the maggots.
- Bones, I said. Not bugs.

- Lividity looks fixed.
- So it's not a body dump.
He was killed here.

This is all flesh.
Why'd you call me in on this?

- Wasn't me!
- It was me.

Why? Because you're trying to
think of excuses to put Booth
and me together on cases?

- I wouldn't do that.
- Because we worked things out,
and we're fine.

- Right?
- Yeah. Hundred percent.

That's-- That's not
why I called you in.

- Then why?
- [ Inhales ]

Feet are missing.

Because his feet are missing,
which suggests bone trauma,

which immediately suggested you.

Oh, look at that. Blood.

Do you think that's from
the wound on the forehead?

No. Too much.

All right, it looks like
the blood trail stops here.

Do you want the honor?

The honor is all yours.

[ Man ] Can I get a close-up?

I got a foot.

Me too.

Find a third one
and I'll be impressed.

I estimate time of death
at or around four days.

Hodgins took a look
at the maggots and agrees.

Trauma to the frontal bone
would've been fatal.

- Tissue damage indicates
some kind of blade.
- So does bone damage.

Dr. Brennan, you aren't
being competitive between
flesh and bone, are you?

It's possible.

Absence of pronounced ecchymosis
on the wrists indicates
the hands were bound postmortem.

Inconsistent with the feet.
No hemorrhagic tissue.

They were removed postmortem.
Was that competitive?

No, I'm hearing a tone,
but could be my imagination.

- Angela's going
to be hypnotized.
- Why?

She's going deep
into her subconscious to
remember her husband's name...

so we can find him, divorce him,
get married ourselves and live
happily for all eternity.

You won't live for eternity.

I thought you had a name.
Name for what?

- Angela's husband.
- Birimbau.

But our private investigator
says it's a nickname.

- You can't get much
off a nickname.
- Birimbau is "little flute."

Brazilian.

- What?
- A little flute?

I'm suddenly filled
with a sense of well-being.

The jury is out
on the efficacy and validity
of recovered memories.

That's great. Speaking of names,
I ran the vic's prints.

I got a hit.
Ed Milner from Maryland.

The shiny substance you found
on the victim's nose and mouth--
it's sunscreen.

Per the manufacturer,
it protects and maintains...

the natural color of coats,
manes and tails.

Coats, manes and tails. Oh, my.

- Formulated for horses.
- Any human applications?

Manufacturer recommends
against use on human skin.

Guys? Contents of
the victim's stomach are corn,
raw oats and dried molasses.

- Horse food?
- F.Y.I., there's such a thing
as too much fiber.

All right. I can draw
inferences from multiple
equine implications.

- What?
- She's going along
with the horsey theme.

Incised wounds extending into
the periosteum of the maxilla...

between the molars
and premolars.

- Ahh.
- What?

His teeth and jaw
show evidence of a bit.

[ Laughing ]

His name is Ed.

- Oh!
- Why is that funny?

- As in "A horse is a horse"--
- [ All ]
"Of course, of course."

The famous Mr. Ed?

[ Brennan ] Mr. Ed?

[ Woman ] He was supposed
to be on a corporate retreat
in Orlando, Florida.

He's in marketing.

Are you able to identify
your husband's body
from that photograph?

Yes, that's Ed.

I don't understand.

Who could've done that?

We found your husband's body
just outside
Harrisonburg, Virginia.

Virginia?

Did he mention
any recent disagreements?

Friends, coworkers,
family members?

No. Ed was one of those guys.

When we got married,
we owned an apartment building.

If a tenant couldn't
afford the rent, Ed
would cut '‘em a break.

That's how he was with everyone.

Do you have a ranch?
Own a race horse? A pony ride?

Anything like that? No, why?

Did Ed ever
go to the racetrack? Rodeos?

I'm not sure Ed
even ever saw a real horse
up close and in person.

- Why?
- We don't have anything
concrete right now.

But when I do,
I'll let you know.

[ Computer Beeps ]

- Hey.
- "Hay" is for horses.

Hey, that's funny, Bones.
I found it on this Web site
about horses.

Yeah? Where do horses
stay in a hotel?

"Bridle" suite.

That's correct.
Mm-hmm. So did you
find out anything useful?

The hooves of champion
thoroughbreds...

are buried separately
from the corpses.

The hooves represent power
and are given
their own resting spot.

Our victim's feet were
separated from his body.

The victim's wife said
he was at a corporate retreat,

and his boss said he took time
off to spend with his family.

- He lied.
- Yeah. They could all be lying.

How did you know the answer
to the bridle suite joke?

I have a five-year-old son.

Hey. Have you seen Brennan?
You just missed her.

Booth tracked down the victim's
last credit card purchase
to a country inn in Virginia.

Why? Do you need her?

No, I was sort of hoping
that she needed me.
I admire your work ethic.

But she didn't say
anything to me.

What about you?
You need anything?

I am weighing human organs.

Not really your thing.

Right. Okay.

Are you passing the time
until you're hypnotized?

- Did Hodgins tell everybody?
- Oh, he's excited. We all are.

Delving into the subconscious...

to find the name
of the mystery husband?

Very romantic.

Well, it won't be so romantic
when I divorce him.

Romantic for you and Hodgins
when you can get married.
You nervous?

No. No, I'm annoyed.

I know
about this hypnotism thing.

I was a magician's assistant
at a little Gypsy carnival
in Brazil.

Now, that's an opening line.

Mysterio was really cute.
And I was younger then.

And the whole
"being sawed in half" thing
was actually kinda hot.

We were talking about hypnotism.

Right.

This guy could rub an
alligator's stomach so I could
stick my head inside its mouth.

But every time
he hypnotized people,
it was always a scam.

Angela, therapeutic hypnosis
is a proven technique.

Electroencephalography shows
an increase in activity
in the cerebral cortex,

which opens the subconscious.

Really? Yeah. It alters
the alpha and theta waves.

Read the Stanford
University study.
It's not a party trick.

- You read that?
- And I've been
hypnotized myself.

Wow. Why?

Well, I was in Vegas.

I got called up onstage,

and apparently
I clucked like a chicken
in front of 3,000 people.

But I have absolutely
no memory of it.

Was this little episode
in the Stanford study?
No. It should've been.

For the next three days,
every time someone said
"coffee," I'd cluck. Awkward.

Okay. Why am I not
feeling better about this?

Trust me. No crazier
than you drinking kava and
marrying a giant in Fiji.

And Hodgins seems to be
pretty cool with that,

so if he wants you
to try hypnosis,
I'd say get drowsy.

I guess you're right.

I've done crazier stuff
than this. Yeah.

What can happen, right?
There you go.

- Coffee?
- [ Clucks ]

Kidding. It's been two years.

[ Clucks ]

So you say
you're with the F.B.I.?

That is the third time
he's shown you his I.D.

Why would I know this man?

Because we have
his credit card history,
and you're a part of it.

- Sir, why are you
being so difficult?
- Not difficult.

[ Women Chattering ] Discreet.

What do you do? Run a service
for cheating husbands?

- Call in the SWAT team.
They're anything but discreet.
- Uh, okay. Okay.

That's Mr. Ed.

"A horse is a horse,
of course, of course"?

That's the general idea, yes.

Come with me, please.

The Ambassadora is a place...

where people come to indulge
in pony play fantasy
24 hours a day...

without fear of judgment.

Mr. Ed is a pony.

Is this some kind
of a sex thing?
How'd you get there so quickly?

- The man said "fantasy."
I just made the leap.
- Ed took off a couple days ago.

Which was odd, since he prepaid.

Prepaid for what?

Oh. We're in the middle
of what you might call
our convention.

So unless this is really
important, I'd rather not
disturb our guests.

Well, two miles from here
in the woods,

Mr. Ed was found dead.

[ People Whinnying ] [ Man ]
Ho. Whoa!

Wow. What's going on here?

[ Brennan ] It's a fetish.

So the idea here is that
one of them is the horse
and the other one is the rider?

Basically. [ Brennan ]
This isn't about the horses.

It's about a dominant versus
submissive balance of power.

A variation on sadomasochism.

Those people are eating
from troughs.

[ Booth ]
Do you think that's sexy?

Fetishism is a way of indulging
in sexual activity...

without engaging emotionally
with the other person
as a fully-formed human being.

Okay, sex is all about engaging.

You don't want to engage,
you just stay home
and, you know--

Well, they have masturbation
fetishes often involving
women's shoes or other--

Uh, can we just talk
to Mr. Ed's mistress,
dominatrix, whatever?

I'm gonna have to talk
to a few people and ask
permission to out them.

- We have three lawyers,
half a dozen doctors--
- Excuse me.

- You can't--
- We need to speak with
Mr. Ed's groom.

- Whoever rode him last.
- That's a great way to cut
to the chase there, Bones.

All right, F.B.I.

And, sir, could you
turn your behind around
so it's behind?

[ Snorts ]

My name in the world
is Anne Marie Ostenbach.

Here, I'm Annie Oakley.

Naturally.

So, Mr. Ed is dead?
How well did you
actually know him?

Well, obviously
she knew him very well.

Sexual fetishes
are all about role-playing.

She probably never
knew his real name.

We met online over a year ago.

We were a match.
I mean, compatible in every way.

You have no idea how hard it is
to find the perfect pony.

- Don't look at me.
- Mr. Ed was easy to handle, but
he wasn't mindlessly obedient.

Okay.

And yes, we had sex, if that's
your next question.

When did you first meet
in person so that you could,
you know, um, ride him?

Six months ago.

- I fell in love with him.
- Meaning what?

A little light whipping?

When I say "love,"
I don't mean romantically.

I mean, the way a young girl
feels about her first pony.

Have you ever heard of anything
like one pony fighting another?

No. No, pony play
is not like that.

Mr. Ed's body was found
only a few miles from here.

Evidence on the body
suggested an equine fetish.

So you understand why we might
think that someone from your
sex game community killed him.

- You should talk to his wife.
- [ Booth, Brennan ] His wife?

Yeah. She showed up here,
and the next morning
Ed was gone.

Oh, well, he didn't just
run off and join a band
of wild mustangs now, did he?

You know,
I'm speaking to you willingly,
without a lawyer present.

- You could at least pretend
to show me some respect.
- Yeah, I'll try.

The night Ed took off,
I was in the stables with him.

I'd worked him hard that day
and was rubbing him down.

Which is when she caught us.

Did you know he was married?
I didn't want to marry the man.

I just wanted to play
with the pony.

- How did he react
when he saw his wife?
- He never broke character.

- What?
- He remained a pony.

I finished rubbing him down,
and I went to bed, alone.

Next morning, he was gone.
I assumed he went
back to his wife.

Okay. I'd appreciate it if you
kept the fact that Ed Milner
was murdered to yourself.

What's worse--

finding out that your spouse
is having an affair,

or finding out that
he has a secret life as a pony?

Pony fetishism has been
around since the Greeks.

Had to have been
the wife, right?

Aristotle extolled the joys
of being ridden like a horse.

Aristotle also thought that
the purpose of the human heart
was to solve math problems.

I'm surprised you know that.

Well, it turns out I'm
smarter than a fifth grader.
[ Chuckling ]

In Victorian England,
scantily clad women put on
erotic shows dressed as ponies.

I'm just saying, wife sees
some woman in a harness...

rubbing her husband down
while he's nibbling
on oats-- that's harsh.

In 16th-century Turkey, the king
kept stables of pony girls
and pony boys for his pleasure.

Okay, the king of Turkey
was a freak.
Why are you being so judgmental?

When you turn someone into
an object of sexual pleasure,
it's wrong.

- How do you know?
- It says in the Bible.

- It does not.
- Then it got left out
by mistake.

We are all hardwired
differently.

If someone needs to shout
"giddyap" to heighten arousal,
what's wrong with that?

Maybe if Ed lived like a man,
he wouldn't have died
like a horse. That's all.

[ Brennan ]
You knew your husband
wasn't in Florida.

- Yes. I lied.
- Why?

I was married to Ed
for nine years. We have kids.

My first concern was to make
sure that they didn't find out
their father was a pervert.

- So his fetish
was a surprise to you?
- Try a complete shock.

Why would Ed do that?
We had a good sex life.

More likely, there was a part
of your husband...

that could never have been
satisfied by love alone.

Bones, that's one
of those-- We--

- How did you track him down?
- What?

Well, I mean,
you didn't just, you know,
wander into his, uh--

his stable or paddock
or whatever.

No. I really did think he was
in Orlando on a business trip.

I got a call. From whom?

A man.

He said that Ed was
with another woman and told me
where I could find them.

He didn't mention
the pony stuff.

- Did you recognize his voice?
- No.

Anything distinctive at all?

An accent.
Um, Australian maybe. English.

So you walked in
on Ed and his, um--

- Rider.
- Rider.

Is that what they call it?

- What happened next?
- I got the hell out of there.
I drove home.

- Did you hear from him again?
- No.

I engaged a divorce attorney
right away...

who said all communications
should go through her.

- Did anyone see you
come home that night?
- Why is that important?

I think you know why
that's important, Mrs. Milner.

Agent Booth,
if I had killed my husband,

then I wouldn't need
a divorce lawyer, would I?

No. But you would need an alibi.

So you don't think
she did it, hmm? No.

You want to put that down?
Why? Because of the whole
"lawyer alibi" thing?

No. Because of
the "feet cut off" thing.
It was ritualistic.

The killer knew about horses.

Or maybe she started cutting him
into little bits to scatter
across the countryside...

and it was
too much work for her.

Or maybe it made her sick.
Or he wouldn't fit in the trunk.

Booth, we are immersed
in a culture here.

Pony play is a culture?
Anthropologically speaking.

And not just
because of the feet.

Ed's hands were tied together.

Historically, ranchers bound
the front two legs of horses
to prevent them from straying.

Not to mention all
the other equine attributes
associated with this case.

Yes, this is a culture,
and we need to investigate
accordingly.

Do you still think she did it?
No, not now.

We need to find
the mystery caller.

If he had a reason
to contact Ed's wife,
he had a motive to murder him.

Right. So, what?
Back to the Ambassadora?

Giddyap. [ Clicks Tongue ]
Yeah, um--

Don't-- Don't say that.

There were
radiating fractures along
the edges of the wound...

which suggest the tip
of the blade was blunt.

I'm trying to determine
the type of weapon.

Fill the negative space
with Mikrosil,

thus determining
the approximate shape
of the blade's tip.

Yes. Hmm.

You know this guy
got his rocks off
pretending to be a horse?

Yes. I've never tried that.

I pretended to be a horse
a lot as a child.

But there was
no sexual component.
What melon is in season?

W-Why?

Once I've I.D.'d
a possible murder weapon,

we'll want to
compare an exemplar
to the entry wound.

Cantaloupe.

[ People Whinnying ]

Okay.

What is this? The sicko rodeo?

[ Brennan ]
Stylized movements. Posturing
as a kind of sexual signal.

- Who are these people?
- In real life,
they tend to be very orthodox.

You heard what Lucky said.
They're lawyers, judges,
F.B.I. guys--

[ Laughs ]
This is not normal, okay? It's--

It's what, Booth?

You're not interested in, uh--
Pony play?

No. But I'm the first to admit
that in sexual situations,
I have indulged in role-playing.

- It's getting warm out here.
What do you say we go back--
- Hey there. Any, uh, leads?

We're wondering if any
of the riders or ponies
has an accent.

Uh, Thor. That's it.
You're doing good.

[ Whinnying ]
He grew up in England.

With Annie Oakley? That's right.

I'm gonna need Thor's
actual normal human name.
Calvin Johnson.

Calvin Johnson. That's great.
Come on. Thanks.

[ Woman ] Come on! Higher!

We all indulge in role-playing
in sexual situations.

Oh, not me.
Completely normal here.

Booth, any time you look at
a woman and make the judgment
that she's beautiful,

you're objectifying her.

Any time I put on lipstick
and nice clothes,
I'm objectifying myself.

It's more subtle than
what these people are doing,
but it's the same dynamic.

Yeah, you wearing lipstick,
Bones, it's not like this.

Uh, Calvin Johnson.

Calvin. Johnson.

He's wearing a bit gag.

- Could I help you
take that off?
- Not until I say so.

Well, we either
talk to him here,
or we all go downtown...

and he misses a whole day
of horsing around.

How do you release him
from his pony persona?
Is there a word, a motion?

Oh, just tap him
on the forehead.

So what's up then?

Hardly even knew Ed.
Never even spoke to the guy.
Then why'd you call his wife?

Well, I'm fairly certain
you can't prove that was me.
She recorded the call.

We can do voice analysis.
And if you lie, we'll charge you
with obstruction of justice.

And public display
of sexual paraphernalia.

Okay, then yes.
I called her. So what?

Why'd you call her, Calvin?
To swap recipes.

[ Brennan ]
He did it so he could have
Annie Oakley as his groom.

Come on.
Ratting on a guy to his wife
is hardly a federal crime.

How'd you get his home number?
It was under "home" on his cell
phone. Ed Milner's an idiot.

- Was an idiot.
- Now he's a murder victim.

So what happened there, Thor?
Ed's wife showed up, but to your
chagrin she left without him?

So you did what you had to do
in order to get your groom back.

Annie's one hell of a jockey.

She's not worth killing for.
I did not kill Mr. Ed.

I may enjoy being dominated
by the ladies from time to time.
That doesn't make me crazy.

Might want to take
a look in the mirror there,
My Friend Flicka.

Whoa. Ho, no.

I went to Stanford Law.
Clerked for a federal judge.

Might want to rethink your
actions there, Agent Booth.

Thank you.

- Yeah, he's got motive.
- He knows about horses.

What's with all the lying?

We got voice tapes
and public display
of sexual paraphernalia?

It was role-playing.
I was being all lard-ass
and good cop.

Hard-ass and bad cop, Bones.

Hard-ass and bad cop.

What's going on?

You first.

Cantaloupes.

Zack and I need 'em
for an experiment.
Of course you do.

I talked to Dr. Jasper,
that hypnotist. Yeah?

She asked me to bring in photos,
but all I could find are these.

I'm not sure
those'll be any help.

Which is why I'm looking
for the wedding photo.

You were married
on the beach at dawn
in the middle of nowhere.

When I got off the phone
with Dr. Jasper,

I remembered that somebody
snapped a Polaroid of me
right after I said "I do."

And I stuck it in a book
as a bookmark,
but I can't find it.

You know, I really hate
going through this story
of marrying a guy.

I didn't even know his name.

People are looking at me
like I'm nuts.

You are. Thanks a lot.

Come on, Angie.
Embrace the irony.

It's what makes you you.

You married him.
Then you're gonna marry me.
None of it makes any sense.

I'm supposed to take advice
from a guy who's walking around
with honeydew melons?

They're cantaloupes.
It's a common mistake.

And, hey, you need to relax.

[ Sighs ]

You want me there
when you go under?

I can hold your hand
or something.

I'm not going under.
I'm being hypnotized.

Okay. [ Clears Throat ]

This is me walking away
with my melons so you can relax.

I love you, psycho.

Ta-da!

The weapon was blunt,
an inch wide and curved.

That's unusual.
Not if you're a horse.

I'm not a horse.
But the victim was.

At least he pretended to be one.

What is that? A hoof knife.

They're curved to conform
with the natural shape
of a horse's foot.

Could I have
one of those honeydews?
It's a cantaloupe.

My research shows that
horses are slaughtered by
a single blow to the forehead.

All right, now, I'm thinking
that we should place the melons
at exactly 5'11",

which was the victim's height.

We should pull the cantaloupe
away, because he most likely
saw the knife coming--

Okay, fine.

You know, we used to think
things through together.

I-I apologize.

It's possible that my time
in Iraq transformed me
into a man of action.

[ Scoffs ]
I'll watch out for that.

Looks like we found
the right weapon.

Mr. Ed wasn't just
playing like a horse
and having sex like a horse.

He was slaughtered like one too.

The victim's hands
were tied together like this
with baler's twine.

"Bales of hay" baler's twine?
Yep.

It's embedded with UV-protective
filament that prolongs the life
of the twine in sunlight.

The technology is patented,
and they sell directly
to the consumer.

They had only 228 sales
last year.

Booth can get a warrant to
identify all the pony players
and cross-reference.

I'm on it.

Hodgins? Hodgins!

[ Footsteps ]

Is somebody there?

Hodgins?

Why don't you
just open your eyes?
Ah, sweetie.

It'll break the spell.

What spell?
Are you still hypnotized?

[ Sighs ] No.

It never took. Why?

Because that doctor said
that I wasn't relaxed enough.

Can you believe that?

I mean, how would she know
if I'm relaxed or not?

You're twisting your bracelet,
your voice is half an octave
higher than usual,

and you smell
like nervous sweats.

Oh, don't say that. Really?

I'm going back there at 6:00.

She says that if my pulse rate
is still above 60, she's gonna
push me off till next week.

Rapid pulse rate,
high blood pressure--

they're indicators
of emotional distress.

What? You think I don't
want to be hypnotized?

I simply made
a factual observation.

Ah. You think I'm afraid
of disturbing old memories.

You think that somehow
I-- I like this idea...

of Birimbau as some sort of
untouchable fantasy figure, hmm?

That somehow finding
his real name will just
bring him down to earth...

and make this whole meshugaas
banal and uninteresting.

I don't know
what "meshugaas" means.

I'm not sure I know
what any of that meant.

Why do I feel like I need
to apologize for something?

I'll be ready next time. Okay?

You'll see.

Could you excuse me, sweetie?

Hey, shut that door behind you.

You recognize that?

Yeah. That'd be twine.

Uh-huh.
Fairly specialized stuff, hmm?

Doesn't deteriorate in the sun.

Only the best
for your pony clients.

Get it off one of my hay bales?

Got it off the corpse
of Ed Milner.

- Do I need a lawyer?
- That's your call.

- I didn't kill Ed.
- We traced the owner of that
twine to the Ambassadora.

Any of my guests
could've taken this twine
off my hay bales.

Your company used to be
co-owned by your ex-wife?
I paid her off in the divorce.

Your ex-wife being
Anne Marie Ostenbach?

Rider named Annie Oakley?

Ed Milner's sex partner.

You can see how things
are starting to line up
against you here, Lucky.

We aren't married anymore.

You're gonna tell me
that it doesn't bother you
to see your ex-wife...

playing sex games
with other men?

What's that? It's a warrant.

I already told you
I've got that twine
all over the ranch.

We'll be looking
for a hoof knife.
I've got a hoof knife.

Great.
It was stolen four days ago
from my truck.

Did you report the theft?
Like the cops are gonna care
about a $10 knife?

I think I know
who did it though.
I'm listening.

I have a rider client
named Tom Mularz.

A couple days ago, he starts
passing out flyers...

advocating the consumption
of horse meat.

- He's a butcher.
- Why did he
break into your truck?

I took the flyers from him,
tossed them in the truck,
and I kicked him out.

So he took back the flyers
and the hoof knife?
I don't know.

All I know is, next morning
the flyers were gone.
So was the knife.

That is the same morning
that Ed Milner was missing.

Wow. You just figured that out.

Oh, I found something
very interesting.

The victim's feet
were severed from the body
with remarkable skill.

Excellent insight, Zack.

But the polite response is,
"Really, Hodgins?
What did you find?"

There's a sharp-force
disarticulation from
the distal tibia and fibula...

passing cleanly above the talus.

No. I wasn't asking you.
I was telling you
you should ask me.

Really, Hodgins?
What did you find?

The feet were severed
with a hoof knife.

I know. Because I told you.

No. Because I examined the cuts
under the confocal
laser-scanning microscope.

How did you find out?

Traces of steel left
on the skull match traces
of steel left on the feet.

Same weapon. Same weapon.

You suck all the fun
out of every moment
of personal triumph!

[ Sighs ]

♪ [ Door Alarm Chimes ]

I hate the smell
of a butcher shop.

Oh, maggots and rotting faces
and burst guts don't bother you,

but the smell
of a butcher shop does?

It's a very small step
between selling dead meat
and making meat dead.

I'm considering
becoming a vegetarian. [ Dings ]

Not me. That's why I said "I,"
not "we."

Zack said
that the killer was adept
at cutting through bone.

Like a butcher. [ Bell Dings ]

Yeah. Horse meat.

"Sweet, rich, lean and soft."

Can I help you?

Yeah. We're looking to
score some horse meat.

Right now there's only two
slaughterhouses in the U.S., and
they don't export to Virginia.

Aw, that's a shame.
You Tom Mularz?

- Why?
- I'm Special Agent
Seeley Booth.

This-- Oh!

Go around. Cut him off.

Stop, or I'll kick you
in the testicles!

[ Groans ]

Oh! You are strong! You know,
I try and stay in shape.

"Stop, or I'll kick you
in the testicles?" It worked.

I tell you what.
You and me, we're gonna
work on the cop talk.

[ Mularz ]
What'd you hit me with?
A building.

You know what?
I've been thinking about
the psychology of all this.

[ Sighs ]

I know that you hate that,
but just go with me here, okay?

Tom is a butcher.
He advocates the consumption
of horse meat.

Ed Milner was horse meat.

I can see that, symbolically.

- Who's Ed Milner?
- Mr. Ed? Ring a bell?

- He's dead?
- Yeah.

Oh, man.

He was a good pony.

Okay.

Did you ride Mr. Ed?
No. No.

No. I-I'm a rider, but I--
I prefer female horses.

I just-- I just admired his--
his style.

-Why'd you throw me into a wall?
-Why'd you run?

-Well, you're F.B.I.
-I need a little more than that.

I'm a deserter.

They send the F.B.I.
after deserters.
A deserter from what?

The National Guard.

I signed up
to save people from floods
and earthquakes and stuff,

but not to kill 'em.

We found your fingerprints
on Lucky's truck.

Well, I broke into it
to get my flyers back.
They're mine.

Your horse meat flyers.

Why can't they see that
if we revere horses sexually,

then eating their flesh
is an act of Holy Communion?

You know what?
There's crazy pony players,

- and there's really whacked-out
crazy pony players.
- Yeah.

What'd you do after
you got your flyers back?

- I drove straight
to my folks in Jersey.
- When did you get there?

Before midnight.
They can vouch for me.

Plus, I got credit card
receipts from gas.

- You deserted
the National Guard.
- I'm not a killer.

- You're a butcher.
- Well, not a people butcher.

I'm innocent.

How am I doing?

Because the pressure
I'm having to have a low pulse
could be driving my pulse up,

and I in no way want
to be penalized for that.

58 beats per minute.
Very nice, Angela.

I did some deep breathing.

You're not gonna make me cluck
like a chicken, are you?

Sorry. Bombs away.

Let's begin.

Angela, close your eyes.

Take a deep,
cleansing breath in...

[ Inhales ]

and out. [ Exhales ]

Very good.

Take in another breath.

[ Inhales ]

[ Echoing ] And out.
[ Exhales ]

Focus on your arms.
They're very heavy.

[ Voice Distorting ]
Imagine them
sinking into your chair.

Got your page. What's up?

When you washed the maggots
from the eye sockets,

were there any remaining
ocular tissue at all?

No. Little buggers ate the eyes
clean through to the bone.

I have an alternate explanation.
For the eyes missing?

Check out the nicks around
the supra-orbital process,
the lachrymal bone, sphenoid.

You think the killer
gouged out the eyeballs?

I think gouged is a good
description, using some
kind of curved instrument.

Probably the hoof knife.

The murderer cutting off
the feet, gouging out the eyes.

This was a bloody,
violent killing.

Killers are often
driven by fury.

No, Dr. Brennan.
The feet weren't lopped off.
They were removed carefully.

The eyes were gouged out.

This was done by someone who
was not squeamish about flesh.

The butcher's alibi checked out.

Booth said some of those
pony people were lawyers,
judges and doctors.

You think a doctor did this?

Someone who's good with a knife
and not afraid of blood?
Sounds like a doctor to me.

Annie Oakley is a doctor,
and she was the victim's groom.

But she wasn't the only doctor
at the convention.

I found evidence of sperm
in Ed Milner's urogenital tract.
Why is that relevant?

Annie Oakley claims
that she rubbed down her pony
and then went to sleep.

You think she had one last romp
with the decedent?

Well, if she lied about that,
what else is she lying about?

[ Doctor ] Very good.

We're ready now
to begin the journey.

If you can hear me, Angela,
nod your head.

Very good.

You're on the island
of "Vatulolo" in Fiji,

in the village of "Nakavala."

[ Angela ] I'm pretty sure
I'm on the Rialto Bridge
in Venice.

[ Doctor ] No.
You're on the beach in Fiji.

In front of you is a red door.

No. There's not.

I need for you
not to fight me, Angela.

Do you see the door? [ Angela ]
I see the door.

When you pull the door open,

your husband will be
standing in front of you.

When you see him, you will
greet him by his proper name.

I'm going to pull it open.

Pull the knob.

[ Buzzing ]

[ Screaming ]

Angela,
I'm gonna count to three.
[ Buzzing Continues ]

And when I reach three, you're
going to open up your eyes,

you're going to feel relaxed
and refreshed.

You're gonna remember
everything, but you're
not going to be scared.

One, two, three.

Did it work?

Angela, you need to tell me
your husband's name.

[ Sighs ]

I opened the door...
and I saw a wasp.

A white Anglo-Saxon Protestant?

No. A-A-A big, flying,
stinging insect.

Buzzing around
your husband's head?

No, it-- No, it was
the size of a--
of a human being.

It was a very large human being.

I see.

What does that mean to you?

Nothing.

- It must.
- I'm sorry.

I have no idea.

Well, you're not
what I would call
a compliant personality.

This is my fault?

Well, perhaps another session,
we'll explore this wasp.

Yeah.

A-And next time
I'll open the door to what?
A giant snake?

I don't think so, Doc.

[ Brennan ]
You're an eye surgeon,
Dr. Ostenbach.

Ed Milner's eyes
were cut out of his head.

Whoa. Don't you have to wait
till I call my lawyer?

We have the right to execute
the warrant. You have the right
to call your lawyer.

Lucky, Sparkles
is a litigation lawyer.

Oh, a lawyer named Sparkles.

[ Booth ]
Now I'm-- I'm shivering.

Look, you're making a mistake.
I did not kill Ed Milner.

She actually
killed her pony, Mr. Ed.

- Look, I loved Mr. Ed.
- But he didn't love you back.

- I mean, not enough
to leave his wife.
- What happened, Annie?

Did he talk to you before you
slapped him in the forehead and
turned him into a human being?

You don't know anything.

Well, I'm pretty sure
he told you he was
going back to his wife...

and you convinced him
to engage in one last
session of pony play.

You took Lucky's truck
out to the pasture,
you had sex with him...

and you finished him off.

Hiding in plain sight.

Thanks for
making this part easy.

That's a hoof knife. So what?

Your D.N.A.
will be on the handle...

and Ed Milner's blood
on the blade.

- Mr. Ed's blood.
- Your pony misbehaved,

so you stabbed him
in the forehead.

You cut off his feet,
you bound his wrists,

but his human eyes
were staring back at you,
so you gouged them out.

I left my husband for him.

I left Thor for him.

And he was gonna leave me?

What was I supposed to do?

Hey. Hey.

So I, uh-- I looked up "wasp"
in dream theory.

I love dream theory.
I know you do.

And guess what I found?

A wasp signifies anger and envy.

Bees are good.
Any chance it was a bee?

No, Jack.

A book about nuclear radiation
creating a giant wasp.

I was reading it in Fiji.

I mean, between
all the snorkeling and the--

Sightseeing. Let's go with that.

What's it mean? Look inside.

- That's Birimbau.
- Mm-hmm.

His face is turned,
so there's still
not much to go on.

God, that guy is a giant.

Flip the picture.

"Angie and Grayson."
His name was Grayson.

Grayson Barasa.

Once I say the first name,
the rest of it just flows out.

Grayson Barasa.

You did it, Angie. You really do
want to find him.

I really, really do.

To divorce him?

I want a divorce.

And then I want a wedding.

How's that salad?

There are many health benefits
to being vegetarian.

It's a rational choice
in a world...

where food supplies
are affected by
global warming issues.

What about global taste issues?

Is that meat sweet,
rich, super lean and soft?

What? Does it taste
like horse meat?

Maybe you should consider
going vegetarian too.

I didn't lose my appetite
because you mentioned
horse meat.

I lost my appetite because
you made me think about all
those people parading around...

pretending to be
something they aren't...

just so they could
have crappy sex.

How do you know it's crappy?
Gotta be, Bones.

Come on. It's gotta be. Why?

Why?

I'll tell you why.

Here we are, all of us,
basically alone,

separate creatures
just circling each other,

all searching
for that slightest hint
of a real connection.

Some look in the wrong places.

Some, they just give up hope
because, in their mind,
they're thinking,

"Oh, there's nobody
out there for me."

But all of us, we keep
trying over and over again.

Why?

Because every once in a while,
every once in a while,

two people meet
and there's that spark.

And yes, Bones, he's handsome
and she's beautiful,

and maybe that's all
they see at first.

But making love?

Making love.

That's when
two people become one.

It is scientifically
impossible...

for two objects
to occupy the same space.

Yeah, but what's
important is we try.

And when we do it right,
we get close.

To what? Breaking
the laws of physics?

Yeah, Bones. A miracle.

Those people role-playing,
and their fetishes,
and their little sex games--

it's crappy sex.

Well, at least compared
to the real thing.

You're right. Yeah, but I--

[ Chuckles ] Wait a second.
I just won that argument?

Yep.

What's that mean?