All language subtitles for Bones S05E20 The Witch In The Wardrobe

- Sanders, Dubovich.
- Yeah.

Check these hot spots
and we're good to go.

- You got it.
- What's up, Conner?

- Hey, pop this wardrobe.
- Yeah.

Don't want a flare-up
dragging us back out here this weekend.

Whoa!

That's a new one on me.

Order in successful societies
depends upon enforced rules.

People can do the right thing
left on their own.

No, history shows otherwise.

A weak government will always
spawn mutiny and rebellion.

You don't believe in human decency
under any circumstances.

Not as a means
of controlling a population, no.

The result would be anarchy.

Have to say I agree with the pretty lady
on this one.

Without the strong arm of the law,
we're animals.

Sheriff Gus Abrams.
Thank you for coming out here.

- What caused the fire?
- It could be arson.

The fire boys say
they didn't find any sign of accelerant.

The source of the flame
looks like a lit candle.

Was someone killed?

That's why we asked for you people.

Whoa!

Okay. Is that real, Bones?

- Yes.
- I was hoping "no."

The bones were already dry and defleshed
prior to the fire.

The victim was elderly, female.

- Oh!
- "Oh"? Wait, you usually don't say, "Oh."

It's an indication of my surprise.

I know that. But why?

- The bones have been rearticulated.
- Is that bad?

The skeleton has been reassembled,
quite amateurishly.

See how the right ulna
has been placed with the left radius?

Yeah, shoddy. That's shoddy work.

- Hey, guys?
- Yeah.

Hodgins noticed that there's a path
all the way around the house.

And Angela noticed
that it was a circle.

Looks like it acted as a fire break.

Also dusted with some fine powder.

Those are crows.
You city people may not be familiar.

Crows are carrion birds, Sheriff.
They scavenge for fresh kill.

Uh-oh. When she starts
flopping her elbows like that,

that's when she's hot on the trail
for something.

I don't wanna think about what she's after.

- Booth?
- Yeah.

Okay. Let me get this.

Oh!

- Oh, God.
- Oh!

- Don't say it.
- Oh, I've got to.

We aren't in Kansas anymore.

Whoa, okay. I don't like it
when dead things move.

Did you see that? It was moving there.

Who do you want to start with?
The Wicked Witch of the East over here?

- East, right?
- Right. She wore the red shoes.

We should start
with the more recent remains.

Which are sealed up.

What is it with this job
and corpses encased in mystery wrap?

Dr. Hodgins says it's most likely
polystyrene ceiling insulation

that melted in the fire
and coated the body.

Could he explain the sparkle?

Fluorescent bulbs exploded afterward,
shattering over the polystyrene.

Perhaps you and Dr. Hodgins
can find a way to unseal the remains.

Let me see if I can get in here.

Wire ligatures around the wrist
indicate foul play.

No evidence of smoke inhalation.
She was dead before the fire.

Now, that one is just weird.

These bones were found
in a steel wardrobe.

It preserved her in the fire.

Female, also Caucasian, 40 to 50 years old.

There's evidence of spinal kyphosis,

which would've given her
a hunched posture.

This stain here on the forehead
is the result of contact with copper.

I've seen this before in disinterred bodies
because of the copper hardware on coffins.

So someone robbed a grave,

strung together a skeleton
and stuck it in a wedding dress?

That's a reasonable conclusion.

These are greenstick fractures.
Extreme force was applied to the chest.

And there's a clean-edged indentation
of the spinous processes, L2 and L3.

Thoracic crushing
combined with the puncture wound.

This woman was subjected
to a kind of torture

that was used in the 17th century.

- Torture?
- These injuries are consistent

with a form of punishment
used during the Salem witch trials.

She was a witch?

You know what I think?

I think Cam sent us both
to the crime scene

because of the tension between us.

Tension? There's no tension between us.

Yeah, at first I thought it was because
I'm suddenly, I don't know, available again.

And then I thought maybe it was because
you think that I treated Wendell badly.

Hold on. Wendell said
that it was totally mutual.

He said that you were wonderful.

I'm not sure how I feel
about you two discussing me.

Not discussing you, complimenting you.

Okay, fine. No more compliments.

You don't look good today.
Your smile is ordinary at best.

And it is not cool that we finally
get to work together again in the field.

Okay, that's fine. I can live with that.

You know, this symbol is very creepy
on this chimney.

All right, let me see.

- See?
- Oh, yeah. It could be a lot of things.

What is that?

The Prius helps you stay in your lane.

- That's kind of cool.
- It is cool. Let's do that again.

That is not cool.

I didn't even see him there.
That's pretty sneaky.

Pull over. I'll pour on the charm.

It's Sheriff Abrams
from the crime scene. Perfect.

Good afternoon, sir.
I observed you crossing the double yellow.

- How much have you had to drink today?
- Sheriff Abrams, it's us.

Hodgins and Angela?
We just left the crime scene?

We're heading up north
to drop off our stuff at the lab.

I know, Dr. Hodgins.
I'm just following the law.

Have you had anything to drink today?

Hi, Sheriff.

Listen, I really do like a man in uniform
who loves his job.

So, neither one of us
has had anything to drink. No.

Hello, Miss Montenegro.

But I'm afraid I need the driver to respond.

Yeah, yeah. I've had several martinis,
some absinthe, and a barrel of mead.

License and registration, please.

He was kidding.
I mean, he's just being an idiot.

You, too, please.

- A real Salem witch? That's awesome.
- Relax, simmer down.

The strontium isotope results
verify Massachusetts.

- Can I see it?
- What's the big deal?

My first published work

concerned the collective sociopathology
behind the Salem witch trials.

I'm a leading expert.

Shrinkery meets witchery.

Now your head's probably
about ready to explode, huh?

It's a completely acceptable
arena of study, even for a psychologist.

Thank you. At last I feel validated.

Most cultures believe
that some sort of supernatural power

can be elicited through ritual,
like you going to church.

Right. At least I don't ride there
on my broomstick.

Most witches align themselves
with the Wiccans.

But witchcraft is
an extremely heterogeneous subject

which encompasses the dark arts,
like evil spells, sacrifices.

So you're saying this creepy old witch

came back from the dead
to kill this victim?

- No.
- No, of course not.

But we are talking
about a three-century-old body

that was rearticulated and costumed
as a virgin, are we not, Dr. Brennan?

Given that women in those times

were expected to be virgins
on their wedding days, that's reasonable.

I wanna work on the case.

What are you gonna do, cast a spell?

I wanna see if I can find a link
between the old witch and the new witch.

All right. You know what? Go for it.
It's all yours.

There's no evidence
that the other victim was a witch.

Aside from the fact
that she was wearing red slippers

and her feet curled up after she was dead.

- Booth.
- What?

There's a completely scientific
explanation for it.

B-Y-R-D. Cheri Byrd.

So that creepy house belonged
to a woman by the name of Cheri Byrd,

and she has a surviving brother.

Are you sure it's Cheri?

Dental records confirm her identity.

When was the last time
you spoke to your sister?

Two, three months ago.
Someone made an offer on the house.

Our grandfather left it to us both.
I wanted to sell. She refused.

We haven't spoken since.

You don't seem too surprised
that she's dead.

Cheri and I used to be really close.

But last ten years,
she got into some really weird stuff.

Witchcraft?

Yeah.

Started ordering us to call her Zephyra.

I told her I wouldn't, thought it was stupid.

So the fact that she didn't sell the house,
that didn't get you upset or angry?

No. No, I didn't care about the money.

I wanted her to move to the city.

You know, I thought her mind
might go back to normal

if she saw more people.

Who wanted to buy the house?

Guy named Mario Trivisini, Trivisonno,

making some big development,
said Cheri's place was the key.

- The key? Why?
- Lake access.

When Cheri said no,
he had to give up on the whole project.

Oh. You're not Hodgins.

He's not here. And I can't wait any longer.

Wait for what?

Dr. Brennan wants me
to identify the best solvent

to remove polystyrene from the bones.

So I put myself
in the mindset of Dr. Hodgins

and came up with this experiment.

I have a new appreciation for Dr. Hodgins.

Okay.

This device slowly fills
each polystyrene cup up

with kerosene, propylene,
turpentine, hydrochloric acid,

and acetone.

Oh.

Acetone.

It's not like Hodgins to be late.

Can you come get me
as soon as he shows up?

And I think the acetone
is eating through your shoes.

What?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, man, I love these shoes.

We live in a fascist state.

If you know that, then why
did you taunt the guy with the gun?

You expect me to just roll over?

No. I'm praying that you do, though.

Okay, here he comes. Listen, Hodgins,
be nice or I will cause you great pain.

- So, uh, have we cleared this up, Officer?
- Not quite.

Now the problem is
that Miss Montenegro here is a criminal.

I found an outstanding bench warrant
on you, young lady.

- What?
- For what?

For defying a Notice to Appear
on a speeding charge.

Oh. Yeah, well, that... I didn't speed.

But you did defy a bench warrant,
which is worse than speeding.

And, Dr. Hodgins, you have a warrant
for escaping police custody

during a Freedom of Information protest
eight years ago.

People have a right to know.

But not a right to run away.

Okay, all right, listen.

I will appear and Hodgins will surrender
as soon as we get back.

Okay? Word of honor.

It's not up to me.

I can't let you go
until a judge rules on your warrants.

When will that be?

Whenever one shows up.

In the meantime,
I suggest you two make the best of things.

The best you can.

Hey... No. Hey!

Speeding?

Don't you dare.

Thanks so much for coming in, Mr...
Trivisi?

- Trivisonno. Trivisonno Properties.
- Right.

So, hey, this is something new for me,
to be called in by the FBI.

What's this all about?

Yeah, I know this house.

Bet you'd get a good deal
on that now, huh?

Yeah? Why's that?

You don't know
where I'm going with this, pal?

Maybe it was your aunt that lived there?

You're thinking
I wanna buy the place now?

No way! I learned my lesson.

What do you mean,
you learned your lesson?

You see me now?

You see me there?

See the difference?

- Yeah, you shaved your head.
- No, I did not shave my head.

Your aunt put a curse on me
and all the hairs fell off my body.

All the important ones.

First of all, Cheri Byrd is not my aunt.
And secondly,

she's dead.

Well, here's hoping a curse loses
its oomph after the voodoo lady dies.

Apparently she was murdered.
So, you wanna know what I'm thinking?

Guy thinks he's cursed, he loses his hair,

and he wants her dead.

No, you couldn't have got me
anywhere near that lady.

Not to kill her, not for anything.

She painted this symbol
on the bricks on the chimney,

and inside there was all this spooky stuff,
black candles.

The day she cursed me,

there was a dead cat
laid out on the dining room table.

- So you ditched the project?
- A month ago.

I'm a professional. You think I needed
to get around an evil witch

who lived on a development?

I know when to cut and run.

Just wish I'd done it a week earlier.

Hodgins isn't back yet?

No. But I've made some progress.
I found this.

Sharp instrument trauma
on the xiphoid process of the sternum

and anterior-medial aspect
of ribs one and four bilaterally.

She was stabbed repeatedly.

Make casts to analyze the striations
and kerf characteristics

to determine the weapon.

I also found this on the manubrium.

- What is it?
- That's a Dr. Hodgins job.

If we had him, which we don't.

And you haven't heard from him at all?

He and Angela never came back last night.

And since they used to be intimates,
I decided not to push it.

'Cause that's none of my concern.
Not at all.

It's a little icky, actually.

It's not like them to just disappear.
Something could be wrong.

It's ringing.

Just tell them we've got
all the evidence from the crime scene,

- they'll get us out.
- Okay.

Angela.

Angela?

- Yeah, hi.
- And Hodgins. Help!

- Where are you?
- We're in Berryville, Maryland.

We're in jail.

What? Why are you in jail?

It goes a little like this.

Hodgins got pulled over
for driving like an old lady, and...

Yeah, and Angela
had an outstanding bench warrant.

You have a warrant too, Mr. Clean.

Where is the evidence
you collected yesterday?

- It's in jail with us.
- We're stuck here

until the judge shows up to set our bail,
and who knows when that's gonna be?

We need that evidence.
I'll tell Cam to come and get you.

Okay. Also, will you tell Clark

to throw a blanket over my molting
swallowtail caterpillars at 4:30

or they will die.

Okay.

- Yes!
- Yes!

I'm afraid we might have to check out
a little early there, pal.

I hope that's okay.

No, that sheriff out in podunk
was a decent guy.

I'm sure Hodgins getting arrested,
really good reason.

So I've been thinking about dead cats.

That doesn't seem
like a good use of your time.

Witches, the bad kind,
use animal sacrifices in their spells

and black cats are particularly meaningful.

I told Sweets
that the developer saw a dead cat

on the victim's dining room table
before he went bald.

- What's the connection?
- He thinks that she put a spell on him.

You should talk to their local coven.

- Wait a second. There's a local coven?
- Uh-huh. The Circle of Moonwick.

You said that Wiccans were good
whereas the victim was bad.

Yeah, they're probably competing
for the same eye of newt.

No, Wiccan ceremonies honor nature
and the sanctity of life above all else.

They don't use eye of newt.

Okay. Tonight is
their Waning Moon ceremony.

Now, I logged into their Web site
using the name Lilith82,

and I got directions.

Witches have Web sites?
Gotta love the Internet, huh?

- So, witch hunt tonight?
- All right.

You bring the candles,
I'll bring the broomstick.

This is the hardest bench
that I have ever sat on in my life.

Sat on? Slept on.

- My shoulders are killing me.
- Tell me about it.

Come here.

Why?

I'll give you a little rub,
you know, work out the kinks.

Are you really that mad at me
that you don't want a little massage?

Okay. Only because I hurt.

Yeah.

Yes! Yes! Down, down.
A little lower. Lower.

Oh, yeah! Yeah.

Oh. Thank you, God.

"God" is a little formal. "Hodgins" is fine.

Oh, yes. Harder right there, right there.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Looks to me
like you two are doing just fine in here.

Oh!

Cam! Hey!

So? Did you spring us?

These two aren't exactly
Bonnie and Clyde. Can't you let them go?

Not until the judge gets here.

I'll post bail, pay the fine, whatever.
We need them to solve this murder.

You have the evidence,

and they can be reached here anytime
to assist.

Don't you think you're being a little rigid?

You are a law enforcement professional,
are you not, ma'am?

Yes, but...

Then you know that the law
can't be twisted to our will

or chaos will ensue.
I mean, where does it end?

Today a seemingly minor bench warrant,

tomorrow we overlook
another piece of paper

and a murderer goes free.

Wow.

You are, like,
the last upright man in America.

Well, I wouldn't say that.

But I am a good sheriff, and I love the law.

That's very impressive, Sheriff.

Oh, my God. He's getting to her.

I'm sure the judge will be coming soon.

No, no, no, no. You're kidding, right?

Sorry. It was like arguing
with one of the Founding Fathers.

I've got the evidence. We'll talk, okay?

- Oh, my God.
- No!

- Cam? Cam!
- No!

- See you guys later.
- Hey!

Could you not walk so loudly?

Come on. Don't tell me
that you're afraid of witches?

Wiccans. No, but why waste
an opportunity to observe them

when they don't know
they're being observed?

- You wanna spy on witches?
- Wiccans.

No, I want you to spy on them
while I study them anthropologically.

Ground zero.

It's fascinating.

What are they doing
with that Blair Witch thingie?

It's a miniature effigy.

Okay, why is it
when things like this happen

it always happens to people
you don't wanna see naked?

Okay, so we have
Rowan and Eden, right?

- Ember.
- Ember. Exactly. Ember.

We'll give you the names
society assigned to us,

but not while in the Sacred Grove.

Oh, okay. Dancing naked is okay,
but Christian names are forbidden. Got it.

We weren't doing anything wrong.
Why are you disrupting a religious service?

You know what happened
to your friend Zephyra?

Is this by any chance
a totem representing her?

We were marking the end
of Zephyra's corporeal life.

Celebrating the reunification of her spirit
with the elements.

Why would you do that?
Unless she was a member of your coven.

She was not one of us.

A bad witch?

Sadly, Zephyra performed magic for profit.
She was known to use human relics.

Such as the body of a Salem witch?

I don't know where she would get
something like that,

but that would be
an immensely powerful relic, yes.

So she has other clients?
We're gonna have to talk to them.

The dark arts are fragile, Agent Booth.

Zephyra's clients employed her to do evil.

Bad people getting other bad people
to do bad things.

What's that?

Fragments of the hyoid
and throat cartilage.

Some of the smaller bones were broken
when the house collapsed in.

Very difficult to clean.
I may need to go back in with the acetone.

Well, it's time to multitask.

I have the evidence Angela and Hodgins
gathered from the scene.

I thought your intention
was to bring back Hodgins and Angela.

They have to wait for the judge.

And you can't bend the law
to help your friends.

So, we're gonna do this without them.

They can coach us and consult,
but, yeah, it's you and me.

So, you expect me to deal with dirt.

Great.

Close, but now I'm up 18 cents.

Yeah. For now.

- Nice! Wow.
- Yes!

Only 17.

Do you realize how long it's been since
we've spent this much time together?

Outside the lab, I mean.

Yeah, I know. God.

I keep thinking about that crappy cabin
that we stayed in in the mountains.

Do you remember that?
It was 30 degrees, there was no heat.

Yeah.

Man, this jail's way better than that cabin.

- That was a good weekend, though.
- Mmm-hmm.

- Keeping warm.
- Yeah.

Your lab called.

This computer may not be state-of-the-art,
but we got the internets.

Sure! Let's throw some coal in that thing
and fire it up.

Cheri Byrd was a Dark Witch.
Perhaps even a Satanist.

Yeah, well, the Wiccans really seemed
afraid of her. What is all this?

Well, I found the transcripts
of the Salem witch trials.

I thought maybe we could identify
the remains that Cheri Byrd

dressed up in the wedding dress.

"Prudence Sullivan.
Female, 48 years of age, small stature,

"with back bent as though burdened
by great weight of guilt."

Yeah. It sort of matches
Dr. Brennan's description, right?

Old, short, hunched over?
Sounds like every other witch.

No, no, no. That's a stereotype.
Forty-eight is old?

It was back then.
I can't believe you got all this stuff.

Okay, trust me. A Salem witch
doesn't just show up in Maryland.

Her grave was robbed for a reason.

- I know my witches, all right?
- Sorry.

Just put it down. Relax. Slow down.

- I just...
- Sit.

- I just...
- Shh.

So much reading.

- Nice cell.
- It's not much, but we call it home.

Yeah, we're thinking
of redoing the kitchen.

Okay, it's amber.

It melts at 400 to 700 degrees Fahrenheit,
temperatures easily reached in the fire.

Is that a bug in there?

Oh, yeah, baby!
Check out those tibial bristles.

There's plenty of room in here, Sheriff,
if you wanna join us.

No, it's against regulations.

Okay, you can verify
with the entomology department,

but I'm fairly certain
we're looking at Nedocosia naiba.

It's a fungus gnat.

Okay, does that help with time of death?

No. And this gnat
would've had his last fungus

about a hundred million years ago
in the lower Cretaceous.

So if we removed the DNA,
we could recreate dinosaurs, right?

It was probably an amber pendant
from an ordinary piece of jewelry.

What's with the hair?

What hair?

Yeah, she's right.
Hey, check out that speck at three o'clock.

The amber probably picked up
a piece of hair when it melted in the fire.

But our victim's hair was gray and wavy.

Yeah, but this one is dark.

If the root bulb is present

it could be an indicator
that the hair was forcibly removed.

So it could be from the perp.

Sorry, caught up in the thrill of the chase.

I'll run DNA.

So, how are you guys doing?

Uh... I mean, we'd like to get out of here,
if that's what you mean.

I'm sure you will. Thanks, guys.

The hair in the amber gave us a hit.

CODIS says it belongs
to one Murray Huddler,

convicted of assault in 2008,
paroled last October.

Now this may possibly go
towards a motive.

It certainly goes toward
creepy coincidence.

"Dumped Hubby Decks Attorney"?

So this man was incarcerated
for assaulting his ex-wife's attorney?

Huddler's wife dumped him,
hosed him in a divorce,

then married the lawyer
that represented her.

But look at this.

Anything look familiar to you?

She's wearing this dress.

- Murray Huddler.
- Yeah.

Do you know a woman
by the name of Cheri Byrd?

- No.
- How about a witch named Zephyra?

- No.
- Oh, yeah, I'll take that as a yes.

- I hired her.
- Hired her for...

To put a hex on my bitch ex-wife, okay?
Is that illegal?

Zephyra's dead.
She was murdered. House torched.

You think I did it.

I don't know. Did you?

I mean, it depends on
how much you paid for the hex.

Two grand up front, three if it took.

- Did it take?
- No, it did not take.

Well, you know what I'm thinking?
I'm thinking you killed Zephyra,

and in the struggle
she yanked out some of your hair.

No, I gave her my hair. For the spell.

That and my ex-wife's wedding dress.

I found that in your truck.

That's not what you think it is.

I went fishing on Friday.

Fishing? Okay, right. But you do know,

if this blade matches the stab marks
on Cheri Byrd's bones,

that could spell trouble for you.

Huddler's fishing knife is thin,
very sharp on one edge

and has a slight curve at the tip.

The blade that made these cuts

is thicker, evenly tapered,
and sharp on both edges, like a dagger.

Definitely not a match.

What's this?

Fragments of the hyoid
and throat cartilage

damaged by a fire and crushed by a house.
The acetone probably didn't help.

These bones certainly resemble the hyoid
and surrounding cartilage.

But not all of these are human.

What?

Okay, is this whole witchy thing
about to get creepier?

This looks like
part of a tiny joint.

I believe these bones are
the incomplete skeleton of a small animal.

What do you think?

It's a little outside my expertise,
but they look like bat bones to me.

You missed that, Clark?

Clark's error is completely understandable
given the condition of these remains

and the bizarre nature
of their circumstances.

- Thank you, Dr. Brennan.
- Yeah, but I made the call

on a piece-of-crap cathode ray tube
while in jail.

Oh, that's right, you're a criminal.

Are we thinking a woman had a bat
shoved down her throat?

Yes, that's exactly what happened.

Well! Then... Thank you, Dr. Hodgins.

- Another round?
- Really? You sure?

You're down 31 cents.

Yes! 32.

What?

Do you ever wonder what happened to us

on the day we broke up?

Yeah, every day.

I run through that conversation
word for word.

Me, too.

You said, "All you had to do was trust me."

And you said,
"Hey, you're the one who's leaving."

And then you said,
"You're the one who isn't stopping me."

- And I left.
- Yeah.

Right. I wish I hadn't.

The biggest regret of my life is
I didn't stop you.

- Yeah, what was up with that?
- I panicked.

I lost faith
that I could sustain that kind of happiness.

- You talked to Sweets?
- Kid's got the goods.

Yeah. It was like we were both
playing chicken and then we both swerved.

Yeah, what we should've done
was crash right into each other.

At the speed of light.

The judge is here.

- The judge is a barber.
- Keeps me grounded.

And it's against the rules for prisoners
to fraternize sexually while in custody.

Maybe give it a rest, huh, Gus?
Let's get you two out of here.

- Bat bones?
- Myotis albescens.

Not indigenous to the United States,
but the bones are available online.

Like everything else. I'll look into it.

So I think I've identified
our skeleton bride.

- Nice!
- You identified human remains?

Dr. Brennan, you mentioned
that the woman was subjected

to a form of torture
known as pressing, right?

Yes, that's how I surmised we were
dealing with the remains of a Salem witch.

In fact, only one Salem witch
died as a result of pressing.

Well, one female.
There was a 80-year-old man.

You don't care about the old man, do you?

Emily Quimby, died November, 1692.

Buried in Salem
in unconsecrated ground, of course,

but her grave was robbed six months ago.

You think the victim dug up
the old witch's bones

- to increase her own power?
- Absolutely.

Okay, this is interesting,
but not pertinent to the case.

- Wait for it.
- Wait for it. Here it is.

Upon finding Emily Quimby's grave,
I researched her family tree.

And there's a 16-generation remove,
but look.

- Mary Harden Trent.
- Direct descendant.

- Why is that name familiar?
- Mary Harden Trent

is a member
of the Circle of Moonwick coven.

Her witch name is Ember.

Digging up great-grandma

is not the worst motive for murder
I've ever heard.

All right, what I'm doing here is releasing
you two on your own recognizance.

Oh, thank you.

Yes. We will pay our fines
and make our court appearances.

I'm sure you will. Gus will come after you
if you don't follow the letter of the law.

Now, let me notarize this stuff
and get you on your way.

Thank you.

How long did he say he'd be gone?

Mary Harden Trent.
That is your signature, correct?

Yes. Though I prefer to go by "Ember."

Okay, what do you say we just
step outside your little magical forest?

Stay on point, okay?
Our credit card records show

that you purchased bat bones online.

That true?

Bat bones are an integral part
of my religion.

You shove those bat bones down
her throat before or after you stabbed her?

No! No, I swear upon the goddess
that I'm incapable of such violence.

- How tall are you?
- Five-two.

She may be too small
to inflict the injuries that killed our victim.

She may be small,
but she's filled with anger.

There. That is your great-great-something
grandmother, Emily Quimby.

She was a witch, too.

Yes. And she didn't deserve to die.

What, did you boast to Zephyra
that witchism ran in your family?

And then she dug up your ancestor's bones
to use in what you call dark rites.

What are you talking about?

How could anyone do something like that?
I had no idea!

Dr. Brennan, I finally got the results back
on the powder

Dr. Hodgins collected on the pathway
around the victim's house.

Oh, the circular pathway. Yeah, yeah.

Usually the person standing inside
the circle is safe from the dark forces,

but in this case, oddly,
everything inside the circle was destroyed.

But the powder was...

Angela isn't here for a computer
recreation, so we have to make do.

Please hold one and four
in the proper position.

Sweets, it's bilateral, do the same.

Booth believes a witch named Ember
to be the killer, but the victim

was a large, heavily muscled woman.

- But Ember wasn't strong enough.
- I observed her in the woods.

She and the other Wiccans
were standing in a circle

taking turns with their ceremonial object.

These stab marks

reflect a similar pattern.

Now, these injuries are clustered.

Five groupings of three.

So a total of 15 strikes.

In the same pattern
as the dots on the chimney.

It's a pentagram.

It's an ancient Wiccan symbol
that stands for solidarity,

some say sisterhood.

There are 15 women
in the Circle of Moonwick.

Ember alone wasn't the killer.
The entire coven took part.

No, they're Wiccans, though. They're
white witches. They stand for goodness.

What if they were stoned
out of their minds?

Look, the powder on the path
is called Secale cereale. Rye flour.

And it's infested
with the fungus Claviceps purpurea.

Formed in the ergot stage
of fungal development,

it's hallucinogenic, the natural substance
from which LSD is derived.

Yes. It was used for ceremonial purposes
centuries ago in Salem.

Some people think that the exact same
substance was responsible

for the hysteria surrounding
the witch trials in the first place.

Those naked ladies were tripping.

Add that to the rituals

and they may have thought
the demon they were slaying was real.

Wiccans do not ingest
any kind of consciousness-altering drugs.

- Not on purpose.
- We believe you were performing a ritual

meant to keep Zephyra's evil
from spreading past the circle.

A ritual using rye flour.

We use rye flour in many ceremonies.

Yeah, and it has LSD fungus in it.
That's what made you afraid of Zephyra.

You thought that her obsession
with the black arts could destroy you.

You also knew that she had
Ember's ancestor's bones on her side.

I mean, you're good witches.
You're nice people. You don't lie.

But when you make a mistake,
you wanna make that mistake right.

Right?

We were just trying to help.
We wanted Zephyra to live in harmony.

She kept cursing at us and casting spells.
We just wanted to restore the balance.

Dearly beloved,

we are gathered here today
to join in holy wedded matrimony

Angela Pearly Gates Montenegro
and Jack Stanley Hodgins IV.

Uh... There's one small problem.

Please don't change your mind.

Oh, no. That's not it. It's...

That's not my real name.

How bad could it be?

Yeah. Did you get mine? It's Stanley.

Yeah. Yeah. Well, my dad, is...

He's sort of unique. And, well, he's Texan

and other things.
So, do you mind if I just whisper it to you?

- That'll work.
- Thank you.

We're here to wed these two people.

Vows?

Vows.

Angela,

or whatever your name is,

I'm your guy.

Stanley,

we're gonna live together
and we're gonna love together.

And we're gonna have so much fun,

and a little pain,

and we're gonna live a life
that's just gonna make other people

die with jealousy wishing they were us.

- You have rings?
- Yes. Yes.

Where did you get that?

I kept this in my wallet
since our first wedding.

- What?
- No. We didn't go through with it.

- Where'd you get that?
- I'll tell you later.

Oh? Oh.

Yeah.

You may exchange the rings.

By the power vested in me
in the state of Maryland,

I now pronounce you husband and wife.
You may...

They were good people.

Good people who butchered
another human being.

Well, they were being attacked,
they weren't in their right minds.

Sometimes people,
they just get carried away.

Crazy people.

What is that?

This was given to me by the witches.
Look.

It's you. Little Bones.

- No, it's not.
- Yes, it is!

You see, the witch said
if I burn this, in your presence,

then the wish I make for you
will come true.

You think I care, but I don't.

It's just superstition.
And for superstition to work,

the person has to believe
that he or she is cursed or under a spell.

Watch you don't burn your fingers!

Want to know what I wished for?

No. It doesn't matter.
Completely irrelevant.

I wished that you could find happiness.

I don't know what that means.

Happiness.
Love, laughter, friendship, purpose,

and a dance.

Oh.

Well, then, thank you.

Why is that funny?

Because, you know,
you wouldn't have thanked me

if you didn't think that part of it was true.

No! I was thanking you for your kindness,
not because I believe in the outcome.

- I detected relief.
- No, no, you didn't.

Relief that the mojo was good and not bad.

Okay. Now you're just
mixing up belief systems.

Really? Okay.
You want me to burn another one?

No. Smoking's not allowed.
How many do you have?

I got a lot.

ENGLISH - US - SDH