All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S01E19 - The Man in the Morgue (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

REPORTER:
after Katrina ravaged

the city of New Orleans,
human remains

are still being found
in devastated

neighborhoods across the city.

Cadaver dogs are being used
to search for 2,300 people

still unaccounted for.

Makeshift morgues
still exist in warehouses,

schools and churches
throughout the area.

Officials are finally
beginning to admit

what many people have know
since the levees broke long ago:

many of these people
will never be found.

You look tired, Mike.
Late night?

Oh, yeah.
Late and nasty.

Same kinky creature?

Doc, the girl carries
a serious perv swerve.

Feeling wrong
feels so good.

Hey, sorry, Dr. Brennan.

No, it's fine.

Males often bond

by exaggerating
sexual conquests.

Oh, Mike's not exaggerating.

This girl is seriously
turned on by coffins.

Mike'll take her
into the cooler in...

Doc.
ADDY:
Some libidos are enflamed

by a proximity to death.

Who's that?
My assistant, Zack.

Back in DC.

Congratulations
on your coffin sex.

I've got work to do.

Some of the information
you've sent for analysis

seems to have come from remains
that have already been embalmed.

The bodies were unearthed
by the flooding.

They have to be ID'd
and reburied.

Could fly down there to help,
Dr. Brennan.

A: tomorrow's my last day,

and B: the sex on the coffin
thing is not guaranteed.

You know, there are
reasons they call this

The Big Easy-- even after
Hurricane Katrina.

( clattering )

( chuckles )

MAN:
Dr. Brennan.

Meet John Doe 361.

We found this one
in the Ninth Ward,

sticking out of the mud.

BRENNAN:
Good afternoon,
Detective Harding.

Male, 40s.

Badly decomposed.
Looks pretty banged up.

Yep. Be nice to know
if it was hurricane,

flood or foul play
that killed him.

Detective Harding, have you
been into the cooler lately?

Apparently, some libidos

are enflamed by
the proximity to death.

God, Graham.

Thinking about sex in this place
should be illegal,

if it ain't already.

BRENNAN:
Oh, Sam, I'm going to need
X-rays on this one.

Uh, looks like there's
something lodged
behind his teeth.

GRAHAM:
You been working
48 hours straight.

You need
an evening off.

I only have one
vacation day left.

What are you,
doing penance for FEMA?

Why don't you let me
cook you dinner tonight?

I don't know.
Come on.

I'm a Southern
gentleman, ma'am.

Your honor will be
respected.

Yeah.

Tell you what, Graham.

We'll see what the X-rays
tell us about this one

and then, maybe...
we'll get a bite to eat.

All right.

( groaning )

( phone ringing )

( ringing continues )

Dr. Brennan, your airport
shuttle is here.

What?

No, um...

My flight isn't until Thursday.

Today is Thursday, Dr. Brennan.

What happened to Wednesday?

Dr. Brennan? Hello?

Looks like someone
stole your earring.

Ripped it right out
of the lobe.

I don't know
what happened to me.

It's a tough town.

We don't have that many
cops anymore, and, uh,

they were never that good
to begin with.

Shouldn't insult the ones
that stuck around.

Detective Harding,
I didn't...

know who else to call.

I need blood samples
on this clothing.

Maybe we'll get lucky

and they won't all
come from you.

Still hazy on the details?

Not "hazy" on the details, I...
I don't remember anything.

Nothing?

Dr. Legiere knocking over

a tray of instruments
at the morgue.

Then... nothing.

That was the day
before yesterday.

I requested a rape kit.

No sign of sexual activity,
forced or otherwise.

Bones, you okay?

Booth, I told you
not to come.

- Who's this?
- He's FBI.

We're sort of
partners.

Guy flies down from DC?
You're more than sort of.

Yeah, that's great.

You remember
anything?

A tray falling over.

Why can't she remember anything?

Well, it could be
the head injury.

Hairline stress fracture
on my right distal radius.

Concussion, slight fever,
torn earlobe.

I lost one
of my favorite earrings.

You're worried
about an earring?

You should really be worried
about losing a whole day.

I know, it's stupid,

but these earrings
were my mother's.

Amnesia caused by any
traumatic event, injury or drug

can erase memories before
the event, not just after.

Great, we'll just wait
for a tox screen.

It's gonna be at least 24 hours.

24 hours?

Well, most of the labs
in the area

were destroyed by the hurricane.

We'll find out what happened.

You just take care of your,
uh, partner.

Another present from the bayou.

I keep asking for a baby T
that says "The Big Easy."

Oh, we're all hoping for that.

For you, I mean.

ADDY:
allow us funding

to do Dr. Brennan's
vacation work?

Uh, we're just doing
what the Feds didn't.

It's the yin-yang
of government spending.

So we're sneaking?

That's what makes it fun.

John Doe 361.

Well, bad things happened
to Mr. Doe.

BOOTH:
It'll come back, Bones.

BRENNAN:
You don't know that.

Head injuries are extremely
unpredictable.

( phone ringing )
I'm just being reassuring.

Brennan.

Regarding the X-rays
of John Doe 361.

John Doe 361?

Yes, you sent his X-rays.

I don't remember that.

You don't remember?

What about the X-rays, Zack?

Male, late 40s, mixed race.

Anomalies on his spine,
which I'm looking into,

but the point is, his
death was not accidental.

I sent you the X-rays
of a murder victim?

BOOTH:
How'd he die?

Is that Booth?

BRENNAN:
Yes.

You're hopping the streetcar
named Desire with Booth?

Oh, I love this.

Obviously, they're working the
murder of John Doe 361 together.

BRENNAN:
Precisely.

How did 361 die?

The pelvis
shows crush fractures.

There's also
what appears to be

a bullet hole in the skull,
but there's no exit wound.

Okay, keep working on it.

You don't remember the case?

No. And it's a murder.

God, I'm hungry.

Well, when was
the last time you ate?

Oh, my bad.

You have amnesia.

Booth, I think I know a place.

All right, so what is the last
thing that you do remember?

I told you, Graham:

Dr. Legiere knocked over a tray
of surgical instruments.

I want to talk
to Legiere.

We must have been about
to examine John Doe 361.

MAN:
Dr. Brennan.

I thought
you were leaving today?

Peter, this is my
friend Seeley Booth.

My God, what happened to you?

I'm not certain,
but the...

the bruising
suggests Tuesday night.

After you left here?

I was here Tuesday?

What time?

In at 8:00, left at 9:00.

Don't you remember?

You had dinner
with Sam Potter.

BOOTH:
Bones.

We have to go back
to the morgue, talk to Sam.

Who's Sam?
He's an orderly.

He practices
voodoo.
Hey, wait up, Bones.

SAM:
You invited me to dinner.

BRENNAN:
Why?

You found this in the mouth
of a John Doe.

BOOTH:
Let me see that.

That's voodoo?

It's gris-gris bag.
It's a mojo.

This one is meant to silence
the dead so they can't speak.

Well, usually dead people are
pretty much silent on their own.

Voodoo embraces the premise

that spirits can speak to us
from beyond the grave.

Voodoo is all about

the balance
of the forces.

That wind, the flood,

this death, it's all
out of balance now.

Katrina was Armageddon
for the ones who love balance.

Some think it was Secte Rouge
that brought it on.

What's that,
some kind of a gang?

The ones who follow evil.

Some believe
that they purposely angered

the sirens who sent the flood.

This, this is Secte Rouge.

Okay, so that's
literally bad voodoo.

It's black gum root.

There's only one place
you can find it:

a voodoo shop
on Pontchartrain Avenue,

run by Richard Benoit.

He's a good man.
Maybe he can help you.

Okay, thanks.

Dr. Brennan, a lost day?

Perhaps a spell
was cast on you as well.

No disrespect, Sam,
but it's not my religion.

Come on, Booth.

BOOTH:
Voodoo-- who's gonna
believe that stuff?

BRENNAN:
It's a religion,
no crazier than...

Well, what are you?

Catholic.

They believe in the same
saints you do, in prayer...

What they call spells,
you call miracles.

They have priests.

Yeah, we don't make zombies.

Jesus rose from the dead
after three days.

( phone ringing )

Brennan.

Jesus is not
a zombie.

All right? Man.

I shouldn't have
to tell you that.

On John Doe 361,

there's a narrowing
of the disc space on L2 and L3.

Congenital?

Unclear.

Extensive injuries
consistent with a body

being thrown around
by a flood.

Cross-reference
what you know so far

with the D-Mort records
of missing Katrina victims.

MONTENEGRO:
Hey, Brennan.

Why haven't you
come home?

Pretty soon, Ange.

Is Booth there socially?

Of course not.

All right, what's going on?

Hey, Bones has
amnesia because

a voodoo murderer
put a spell on her

to keep her from solving
the murder of John Doe 361.

That's a huge supposition.

That's fine if you
don't want to tell me.

Ha. Voodoo amnesia.

It's a good one.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah. It's great.

Brennan's fighting zombies
in New Orleans,

and we're stuck here.

Oh, what's that smell?

I imagine everything
smells in here.

Oh...

Please just tell me

that that car

survived Katrina.

( whistle of appreciation )

We used it to evacuate.

Did you restore
it yourself,

or did you use, uh, voodoo?

Ah... ( chuckles )

An unbeliever.

What can I do for you?

You, uh...

You know what that is?

This is a dark spell.

Forbidden magic,
very strong.

This is Secte Rouge.

I certainly wouldn't make
anything like this.

But you have
the ingredients here.

Well, the individual
ingredients are not malignant.

It is how they are combined

and what intention
they are used for

that makes a spell good or bad.

Do you recognize me?

No. Should I?

Anyone else work here?

My daughter, Eva.

What is this about?

We're conducting
an investigation.

Eva!

What kind of investigation?

Is it true
that this is the only place

a person can buy black gum root?

Yes. Most places like this
are all gone now.

It's not a coincidence.

Yes, Daddy?

Have you ever seen
this lady before?

No. Why?

We need to know
who's bought this lately?

Don't they need a warrant?

Eva will pull up what
you need on the computer.

Eva...

What you said before.

What'd you mean
it's just a coincidence?

Most places like this

where a houngan, a priest,
can get what he needs--

they are all gone now.

Because of the hurricane
and flood.

Which occurred because
of a lack of balance.

BRENNAN:
Mr. Benoit,

are you suggesting
that Secte Rouge

somehow conjured up a hurricane?

EVA:
Secte Rouge
voodoo

is much more powerful than ours.

No, Eva.
Not more powerful.

Destruction is easier
than harmony, but not

more powerful.

There are a lot of
misunderstandings about voodoo.

Yeah, I know
that whole zombie stuff

puts a crimp
in your public relations, I bet.

These are the people who bought

black gum root
in the past month.

Graham Legiere,
the medical examiner.

BOOTH:
I tried to get
in touch with him.

BRENNAN:
He was scheduled to be
out in the field this week.

Graham?

It's Temperance.

What if he's not here?

He's probably asleep.
He's been working nights.

Graham!

Graham?

Cracker.

Hey, that's
not funny.

I think he invited me
to dinner that night,

or drinks.
Can't remember.

Mm-hmm.

You know what?

Maybe he roofied you.

I'm sure he bought
the black gum root

to look into its
medicinal qualities.

Yeah, because we all know
how effective that is.

Voodoo healing
is quite effective.

No crazier than acupuncture

or exorcism.

Hey, hey.
Easy on the Catholics.

Okay? Just easy.

Bones.

There you go again.

Bones!

BOOTH:
Are you okay?

BRENNAN:
Something bad happened here.

They got away.

Oh, yeah.

Something bad.

What exactly
were you doing here?

It's Graham, isn't it?

Tell you what, Dr. Brennan.

I'm going to ask the questions.

Oh, come on, Detective.
She was working with the guy.

How closely?

What's that supposed to mean?

Answer my question, please.

What brought
you here?

Was it a social call? Business?

Revenge killing?

Look, Legiere bought
some black gum root

from the voodoo store.
We just stopped by to ask why.

- Why?
- That's what we
came here to ask.

You want to look behind me
and remind yourselves

why I'm a little low
on sense of humor?

What? That wasn't a joke.

All right, she's
not wisecracking.

She just tends to be
a bit, you know, literal.

Day before yesterday I showed
a voodoo expert a mojo

that Graham found lodged
in the mouth of John Doe 361.

This, uh, voodoo
consultation.

Did it occur
before or after amnesia?

The amnesia's real.

Graham purchased

a rare ingredient at a voodoo
shop on Pontchartrain Ave.

So Graham made voodoo spells,

shoved them into
corpse's mouths

and pretended to be surprised
when he found them?

BOOTH:
What's that?

Split cast, huh?

More voodoo, just like
the symbol on the wall.

Bag it as evidence.

Secte Rouge?

What do you know
about Secte Rouge?

If you're done with us,
Detective, we're going to go.

I'm going to tear

this place apart,

and if I find
one piece of evidence

that ties you to the scene,
I will take you into custody.

Do you really think someone
could go into a trance,

commit a murder like that
and not remember it?

No, I don't.

But I sure as hell think
someone can fake amnesia.

That's great.
Thank you, Detective.

These files are everything
you and Graham

worked on the day
before yesterday.

James,

meet Agent
Seely Booth.

Dr. Embry is

Graham's second in command.

Condolences on your
sudden promotion.

Um... um...

Why do you think
the job had anything to do

with Graham being killed?

Bones has voodoo amnesia;
Legiere is voodoo-dead;

and the last thing they worked
on together was a voodoo

ritual murder,
so I'm thinking

there might be some kind
of a connection.

Legiere's body--

is it, uh, bad as they say?

How bad are they saying it is?

No matter how bad they're saying
it is, it's worse.

I just want to mentally
prepare myself.

I-I start his autopsy
in a few minutes.

The file I need is John Doe 361.

According to the records,
these are the only cases

you worked on
the day before yesterday.

Four sets of remains,
two were easy IDs,

drown victims processed
and booted for burial.

The other two were both males,
John Does 349 and 350.

I sent 361's X-rays
to the Jeffersonian.

Well, I'll check again.

Can I make a lifestyle
suggestion here?

Go ahead.

You know, "vacation"--
it's from the Latin, vacatio.

It means "freedom"
or "release."

You might want to
consider that next time.

Learning Latin?

This is the opposite
of vacation.

I mean, the one
that you snapped,

went insane and totally
lost your mind.

Oh, thanks
for your understanding.

EMBRY:
Uh, Dr. Brennan.

There's no John Doe 361.

Then whose X-rays
did I send to DC?

No, I mean the file is gone.

( chanting )

Oh... Okay. I'll hold that.

Zack Addy.

Zack, it's me. Anything
else on John Doe 361?

Yes, Dr. Brennan,
we found some damage

to the pubic bone,
some kind of strike marks.

Did you get Angela to
reconstruct the pattern?

MONTENEGRO:
Yeah. Hi, sweetie. I'm here.

I tried to make a digital
positive, but it didn't work.

Why?

It was voodoo, probably.

The extrapolation protocols
can't resolve

the gradient fluxes
in the bone shadings.

- What's that?
- That's mumbo jumbo.

It's scientific voodoo.

Can you do
them manually?

Off an X-ray?

Mm... not really.

Can you send the
actual remains?

They don't exist.

ADDY:
That makes no sense.

It was probably voodoo.

Voodoo?

Okay, quit saying "voodoo."

BOOTH:
Yeah, because, you know

it's not a factor.

Okay, let me know
what you find. Bye.

How do we know
this is not the guy

shoving mojo bags
into dead people?

Those spells are the work
of a sorcerer.

Priests-- houngans--
can make healing motions mojoes,

but I'm not allowed.

But snake shaking-- that's fine?

The snake pulls the evil
out of the soul,

freeing the spirit...

I must do
what small things I can.

The floods washed away too much
of what was good.

Hey, Bones,

how's about while
you're a murder suspect,

you, uh, act
more like a normal
woman and less

like Lily Munster, okay?

Bye. Good snake.
Bye-bye.

You know,
call me crazy,

but I'm suspicious
of snake man.

Oh! That's because
you've been inculcated

by the mainstream culture's

prevailing
Judeo-Christian tradition

into instinctive skepticism
of alternative mores.

Yeah. Thanks
for that explanation.

I've been over every inch
of these X-rays.

Me, too.

There's evidence
of particles on the bones,

but there is no way
for me to know what they are.

Probably dirt.

Yes, thank you, Zack,

but dirt is
a meaningless word.

It's as non-specific
as saying air.

You can't see air
on an X-ray.

What?

I never said you could.

What? I'm not even talking
about air.

You can see a space
where air might be,

like a cavity, but
not the air itself.

What I'm saying is that, yes,
there are flecks on the X-ray

that might be dirt,
but that doesn't

tell us anything.

Is it sandy, hmm?
Silty, humusy?

Is it clay?
Is it more organic than mineral?

Is it soil?
Is it pulverized gravel?

What minerals are in it?

Are the minerals crystalline?

See, these are all details
a person cannot get off an X-ray

no matter how long
he stares at it.

Sometimes a person
should look for things
that aren't there

instead of things
that are there.

You mean me?
In dirt?

No. Me.

On the X-ray.

I've been looking for anomalies
which exist

instead of anomalies
which don't exist.

Zack, if you are ever going

to successfully mimic
being human,

you have to stop
making everything about you,

and feign interest
in the other guy.

Zack!

I've noticed that you try
to look taller.

- When?
- Around Dr. Brennan.

I do not.

And Angela, because
they are both taller than you.

You know what?
I take it back.

Don't take any interest
in the other guy.

Thank you for your help.

BOOTH:
So, do you remember anything
else that could help us out?

It could have been me.

You remember that?

Look at it
objectively.

Graham Legiere was killed
between 11:00 P.M Tuesday

and 3:00 A.M. Wednesday.

Not only do I not

have an alibi, I...

I can't even explain to myself
where I was.

It could have been me.

( scoffs )

No, it couldn't.

Yes... Wha...?
How do you know?

I just know, okay?

I'd bet
my professional career on it.

- I already did.
- What?

- Nothing.
- What did you do?

Bones... stop.

This is the last
time and place

that you want to be
rational, okay?

Let's just be wildly emotional

and assume
that you didn't

psychotically murder
a co-worker

who invited you
over for dinner.

What's that?
What?

That.

Ew...

It's another voodoo dumpling?

It's some kind of flesh.

And these
are seashells.

Leather, I think.

BOOTH:
Is that a human tooth?

Yes. A canine.

( smashing )

Put down your weapon,
Agent Booth.

Put down your weapon.

There's no threat from us.

You're holding a gun on me.

Yeah, well, you know, my finger
here is not on the trigger.

It's the best I can do
under the circumstances.

Holster your weapons.

I'm here to arrest
Dr. Brennan

for the murder
of Graham Legiere.

Oh, that's not
going to happen.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure it is.

I told you,
Booth.

Bones, please!

Just once in your life
will you be quiet?

That's good
advice

because everything you say
can and will be

held against you
in a court of law.

What is that?

It's, uh... I found it
on my pillow.

Bones!
( groans )

Thank you,
Dr. Brennan.

What's the probable cause?

Traces of Dr. Brennan's blood
in Legiere's home,

Legiere's blood on her clothing.

From the clinic.
Is that it?

All I'm prepared to share
with the federal government.

Now, please,

step away from my collar.

I'm afraid I can't
let that happen.

Bones! Geez!

It's better if nobody else dies

while we get
to the bottom of this.

Uh! Well, you
know what?

I wasn't planning
on dying.

Ow! It's not you
I worry about.

Ow!

You're welcome to the room.
It's paid for.

( sighs )

( door closes )

Were you sleeping
with Graham Legiere?

I don't...
I don't think so.

You don't think so?

I don't remember

sleeping with him,
and at the clinic,

they said there was no sign
of sexual activity.

I hope you kept
your mouth shut.

Okay, Temperance Brennan,
Carolyn Julian.

She's your lawyer.
She's from the US
Attorney's office.

She's the best
there is.

You found a prosecutor
to defend her?

Interesting
tactic.

I've told Detective Harding
everything I know so far.

She's a fool? You didn't
tell me she's a fool.

No, she's a brilliant
forensic anthropologist.

BRENNAN:
Well, I have three degrees.

I've pioneered research in...

What's that?

A gris-gris bag.

I found it in
my hotel... room...

I'm assuming the person who left
it there is trying to frame me,

so the tooth is
probably Graham's.

Three degrees
and still a fool.

This interview is over, Rose.

I need to speak
with my client alone

before she gives herself
a lethal injection.

Of course.

Of course.

It's nice seeing
you again, Carolyn.

Okay, Bones,
what the hell

were you talking
to her for?

I was just trying to help.

You sew those lips
together, girl,

because there is
no such thing as helping

the New Orleans police.

They just want
to close the case

as quickly and easily
as they can,

and you are making it
Christmastime for them.

Okay, listen,
there's no way

that Bones could have
killed Legiere.

I mean, it's
just not her.

I mean, look at her.

I am doing you a favor
taking this case, Booth.

But as the
lady cop says,

I'm a prosecutor.

And as it stands now,
I could try this case in my PJs

and still
get a conviction.

Well, shouldn't you get to know
your clients

before you make snap judgments?

( softly ):
Bones...

Fine. Stop me when I
get something wrong.

Trained in three types
of martial arts,

two assault charges,

registered marksman
with the NRA,

hunting licenses
in four states...

- You hunt?
- Only for food.

Shot an unarmed man.

He was trying
to set me on fire.

BOOTH:
All right,
just...

just arrange bail for us,
Carolyn,

so we can get
out of here.
Sure, sure.

Don't want to get this one
mad at me.

Bones, you just couldn't
keep your mouth shut,

could you?

I can identify this guy.

You know, Angela isn't
that much taller than me.

Spina bifida.

He had a shunt

from his brain stem
down to his heart.

It was removed
more than a decade ago.

We both like Brussels sprouts.

You don't like Brussels sprouts.

A man can change, Zack.

( sighs )

POTTER:
What, a human tooth?

BOOTH:
Yeah, it was

some kind of...
some flesh,

some fabric; it looked
like some kind of shell.

Yeah, sounds like
to make you forget.

BOOTH:
Somebody
doesn't want you

to know what happened
to John Doe 361.

Booth, I'm not under a spell.

Well, you forgot a whole day.

POTTER:
The spirits
don't need you

to believe in them, Dr. Brennan;
they believe in you.

See you back at work, huh?

How'd I get away?

You know, Graham got killed.
I got away.

How did I do that?

You know, Bones, all those
things that Carolyn mentioned,

you know, the martial arts,
the shooting, the assaults...

it's just you're just
the type of woman that fights.

Maybe they didn't
expect it.

Maybe they thought some kind
of magic could hold you.

I don't believe in magic.

Exactly.

You're a surprising woman.

Sometimes that's enough
for getting away.

Why are you nice to me?

Because. Because they think
they get away with it.

What?

They burn their victim.
They blow him up.

They toss him in the ocean.
They bury them in the desert.

They throw 'em to wood chippers.

Sometimes, you know,

years go by,
they relax.

Then they start
living their lives

like they didn't
do anything wrong.

Like they didn't spend
somebody else's life

in order to get what they got.

They think they're safe from
retribution, but you know...

you make those
bastards unsafe.

That's why I'm nice to you.

I couldn't do that
without you, Booth.

Yeah. So, um, you should
be a little nicer to me, huh?

I really should.

I walk in
on something?
Yeah.

Beignet and a café, cher.

Hospital records.
The tox screen was negative.

What? That's impossible.

No rohypnol, no ketamine?

Nothing but a touch of alcohol,
not enough

to affect
a baby.

A jury is never
going to believe

this amnesia
story.

Well, but it's true.

Maybe this is true, too.

Legiere tried to rape you.

He was a notorious horndog.

We claim
self-defense,

cop a plea,
you're out in three years.
No, I don't care

what it looks like, or how
you're reading the evidence,

Carolyn,
she didn't do it.

Could be that's
true, Seeley.

You vouch for her,
that's good enough for me.

But, cheri, this looks bad.

All you've got on your side

is proof you got
roughed up.

These picture from
the clinic, these X-rays.

BRENNAN:
New wrist.

The doctor was wrong.

He said this was a
Colles' fracture from a fall.

This break shows
surface trauma

on the outside
of the bone.

This was either defensive,

or someone slammed my wrist
into something.

Maybe because you tried to stab
him in the heart with a knife.

No, think
about it.

If I'd already
stabbed the attacker,

he wouldn't have been able
to break my wrist.

I like this story.
What else?

There's the mojo bag.

I mean, someone was trying to
put a forgetting spell on her.

Booth.

Hey, I can work with that.
This is New Orleans, baby.

( cell phone ringing )
And where's my beignet?

Brennan.

John Doe 361 is named
Rene Mouton.

BRENNAN ( over phone ):
How can you be sure?

I looked for something
that wasn't there,

which turned out to be
a shunt channel.

Good work.

You understood
that?

All Zack had to do was
cross-check with D-Mort.

I only thought of it
because of Hodgins.

I can discern particulates
on the X-ray,

but I have no way of
telling what they are.

Some kind of dirt?

Okay, everybody,
the word "dirt" means

nothing here in the lab,
scientifically.

Any progress on the design

that was pressed
into the pelvic bone?

MONTENEGRO ( over phone ):
I've tried three different
computer programs.

I fed in
the information

into multiple
impact scenarios,

but this isn't going
to work on X-rays.

I need the
actual remains.

BRENNAN:
Booth and I are looking for them
as hard as we can.

Or, better still,
you could forget the whole thing

and come home.

Don't worry. I made bail.

- Bail?
- Bail? For what?

I told you. Don't worry.

The murder charge won't stick.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Murder charge?

Brennan, the next
plane, okay?

The next plane,
or I'm coming
down there

to get you myself.

Everything's fine.

I'm healing up satisfactorily.

Bye for now.

ADDY:
Healing up?

( sighs )

You know what?

This whole state of affairs

where Brennan just runs around
fighting crime?

It's stupid. It's nuts.

Don't you agree?

Go. Go.
I'll be... fine.

Brennan will be fine,
Angela.

She got bail and the murder
charge won't stick.

What is going on with her?

Angela...

she started to change
the day she met you.

What?
Well, she sees
how you do it.

All fun and involvement
and pizzazz.

Big, you know?

Big life.

Booth came along
and gave her the
opportunity,

but she got the idea
from you.

Brennan wants
a big life like yours.

That's how it looks
to me, anyway,

but what do I know?

I'm a bug guy.

Bug and slime.

And dirt.

Yeah.

So...

Okay.

Hmm.

BOOTH:
According to Bureau files,

Rene Mouton headed up
a small voodoo church.

By all accounts,
he was a very good man.

Now, he rescued scores of people
during Katrina.

Then he just disappeared.

Some thought he was
just swept away when
the levee broke.

Why would anyone
murder him?

You know the chaos,
during the evacuation.

Could even have been
for a bottle of water.

Or because he was
a priest.

The gris-gris box,
the murder of Dr. Legiere,

your amnesia--
this is the work of a bokor,

a Secte Rouge sorcerer.

Rene Mouton
was a houngan,

a powerful and well-loved
priest.

For Secte Rouge to claim
his soul,

this would give them influence

on all the people
that he influenced.

Like a chain letter.

Or in the real world,

somebody who wanted his shoes.

No, Booth, it makes sense.

What does?

Graham and I were on the trail
of a broker...

Bokor.

And he found out,
or Secte Rouge did.

All right,
great.

Then we just toss the ring
into the molten river

and blah, blah, right?

Look, in the meantime,
somebody here

had the ability
to hide Mouton's body

and files.

James Embry.
Me.

Mike Doyle.
Say you wanted to hide
a particular body

and you didn't want
anyone to find out--

where would you put it?

If I wanted to hide a body,

I'd change the nametag
on the coffin.

Not Mouton, too young.

He's buried and the
evidence is gone forever.

Female. You know,
I find that hard to believe

that horny little Mike Doyle
is a voodoo sorcerer.

BOOTH:
Mm.

Me, too.

BRENNAN:
Speak of the devil,
it's Mike Doyle

You said to avoid
the police.

Not cooperating is
one thing, Bones, okay?

Concealing a
double homicide?

We might as well give them
an excuse to hang us.

Dr. Embry says that you
can identify the bag of bones.

The skeletal remains belong
to a man named Rene Mouton.

His skull is missing.

Looks to me
like Mike Doyle

was drugged; a spike was driven
through his head

during or immediately following
sexual intercourse.

Well, it appears
that Dr. Brennan, Dr. Embry,

and Sam Potter here

are the three
people who could
have pulled this off.

BOOTH:
Sam Potter brought us

to the body;
we called you in.

Who does that leave?

Oh, please.

There's no security
in this place.

Anyone could have
gotten in here.

You said that Mike
was having sex when he died.

James, he must have been killed
by the coffin girl.

What?
What's her name?

Well, I never got her name.

Is there a mojo
in Doyle's mouth?

I don't feel comfortable
releasing that...

The girl
is a voodoo sorcerer.

She works for Secte Rouge.

Detective Harding,

I know this is, you know,
sounds superstitious, but...

Three ritual murders and a
world-renowned anthropologist,

who can't remember
how she ended up

smeared with the blood
of a skinned man,

crucified to a wall
with spikes.

Call me superstitious.

Excuse me.

May I scatter fwan ginea
over Mr. Mouton?

To purify his remains.
No!

No more
of this voodoo crap.

I don't want you
contaminating the body.

What is it?

Ashes from a ritual fire pit.

Ashes from a dove's feather,
salt mixed with holy water.

Okay, okay, you know,
we get the idea, just...

It should have no
effect on the bones,
Detective Harding.

Fine, fine, go ahead.

( speaking foreign language )

BOOTH:
Whoa! Did you see that?

BRENNAN:
Very interesting phenomenon.

The electrostatic charge of the
particles reacted with the bone.

Angela was unable to
recreate that pattern

from the X-rays using the
best technology in the world.

Electrostatic, my ass.

That was part of an emblem
of a 1959 Caddy Brougham...

Oh, boy.

What?
The voodoo shop guy

owns a 1959 Cadillac.

He's got a voodoo daughter.

You're taking my Caddy? Why?

BOOTH:
Why? Because we have reason

to believe that your Caddy
was used in the wrongful death

of Rene Mouton.

You think that someone
did a hit-and-run

on Rene Mouton in my Caddy?
Yes.

BOOTH:
Mr. Benoit, does your daughter
have a boyfriend?

Yeah!

( whistles )
This him?

Mike Doyle.

Yeah. Why?
We need to speak

to your daughter...
( clears throat )

by which I mean
Detective Harding

needs to speak
to your daughter.

I don't know where she is.

Mr. Benoit, right now,
she's a suspect

in the murder of Mike Doyle.

Why would Eva
kill her boyfriend?

It's hard to explain.

She was involved

in a hit-and-run.

When the body surfaced
at the morgue,

she asked her boyfriend
to help her hide it.

He refused, so she killed him.

Also, she's a member
of Secte Rouge.

No, no, no.

I bet there are
drugs in this shop

that could knock me
out, make me forget.

Eva is downstairs, praying.

Eva?

Eva, open the door.

No!

Eva.

( sobbing )

Oh, God...
no...

Booth.

( sobbing continues )

Could that be
Mouton's skull?
Yes.

And this could be the spike

that she used on Mouton
and Mike Doyle.

This is the lair of a bokor,

someone who can call
the dark spirits.

This is used for ritual

animal sacrifice.

It was heated to red-hot first,

to cauterize the wound
so it wouldn't bleed.

BOOTH:
What, she killed herself
because she knew we were coming?

No, no, not-not my Eva.

She drove the spike
through her sternum?

MAN:
Sternum, heart.

Through the chest cavity,
through the spine.

Can I open this?

What?

This one holds the soul
of Mr. Rene Mouton.

I believe this one
holds the soul of the bokor.

Why don't you just shut up?

POTTER:
I would like to release
Mr. Mouton's soul,

so no other bokor
can use it.

No, it's evidence.
Don't touch it.

I raised my Eva to be a houngan,
a healer.

How could this happen
right underneath my nose?

Rebellious adolescent?

Do you remember how much

of this spike was protruding

through her back
when we first came in?

Six, eight inches.

Would the fact that the spike
was red-hot

cause it to go through the body
more easily?

No. It might even
make it harder.

Eva Benoit
did not commit suicide.

Based on what?

BRENNAN:
This room isn't
even 12 feet wide.

Even if she ran

at full speed
and her aim was perfect,

no way the spike
would go through her spine,

unless she was pushed onto it.

He is the sorcerer.

He believes he can bring her
back to life.

Okay, everyone,
just simmer down, okay?

You're saying that he murdered
his daughter,

thinking that he could bring her
back to life?

You find her dead, you stop
looking for Mouton's murderer.

BRENNAN:
An inch or two

to the left or right,

we would have never
known it was murder.

It had to have been hard
pushing her onto the spike,

especially if she
were resisting.

You'd have some
wounds of your own.

There's your killer.

I'd really like to go home now.

Yeah, me, too-- all right,
my advice, cuff Mr. Wizard here,

before he puts a spell on you.

What, no written confession?

You want a confession?

Threaten to release
his daughter's soul,

he'll tell you everything.

BENOIT:
Dr. Temperance Brennan.

You leave here, you go home,
it does not matter.

There are powers,

dark powers
to which distance

makes no difference.

BOOTH:
Easy, buddy.
( speaking foreign language )

BOOTH:
Hey, hey, hey!

( exhaling sharply )

( yells )

I've noticed that very
few people are scary

once they've been
poked in the eye.

( laughs )

Whew!

BRENNAN:
I got in the middle of a battle
between two religious sects.

Benoit used Hurricane Katrina
as a diversion

to take the soul
of a voodoo priest.

And he killed
his own daughter.

Dark sorcerers
suck, man.

Oh, but you know,
he intended to bring
her back to life.

ADDY:
There's not really
any such thing

as spells and magic.

HODGINS:
What are you talking about?

They put a forgetting hex
on Dr. Brennan.

BRENNAN:
It wasn't the spell

that made me forget;
it was the drugs-- rohypnol.

Blood test
didn't find any.

Gamma-hydroxybutyrate?
Not a trace.

Sodium pentathol?
Nope.

Severe emotional trauma.

MONTENEGRO:
Honey, even I think

you're too strong-minded
for that.

There were
too many delays

in doing my blood test--
that, plus the adrenaline

of my escape,
the drugs were out of my system.

( chuckling ):
They put the voodoo
on you, baby.

I didn't really mean
to call you "baby."

You guys, stop.

Now. I mean it.

ADDY:
You do believe
in voodoo?

Because even if a small part
of you believes in it,

then it has a grip.

I do not believe.

Maybe just a little?

No.
Good, because,
you know,

if you have any doubts,
we'll just have Benoit

send you back one of those
little satanic mojo pouches

from prison.

Booth, objects have
no intrinsic power.

A person's future
does not depend

on some thing.

Things are just things.

They do not have magical meaning
or powers.

Where'd you get that?

What does it matter?

It's just a thing.

Right?

My mother's earring.

No, uh...

magical power

over your future.

Does that prove something?

Yeah.

It proves something.

What's that mean?