All language subtitles for Bones S08E13 The Twist in the Plot

Do you have a
good shot of me?

I want the kids to see.

Well,
it's a little jiggly,

but then again, so is...

Don't you dare, Marty.

Oh.

If we cut across the field,

we can beat the others

to the river!

It's a tour, Ruth.

It's not a competition.

Whoo-hoo!
This is fun!

Come on, you slowpoke!

Oh, Ruthy!

Ruthy!

- Ruthy! Ruthy!
- I can't feel my face!

Now it's tingling.

Bugs! Ruthy, you're
covered in bugs!

Bugs?! Well,
get 'em off me!

Oh! Marty, I'm getting bit!

Just calm down, Ruthy!
Just calm down!

Oh, my God! M-Marty!

The kids are not
gonna believe this.

They're all over me!
Look at that!

Bones, uh, tells me

that Daisy's gonna be back
working in the lab.

You gonna be okay with that?

Of course. Come on.
Why wouldn't he be?

Daisy is an excellent intern.
They just broke up.

Well, that was over a month ago.
Right,

and yet he's still
staying here with us.

You believe he hasn't yet
recovered emotionally

because he's incapable
of finding of an apartment?

Doesn't take a shrink
to know that one.

I'm standing right here,
you know.

We see that.

I just hope
he doesn't leave

before we find out
the secret

to his coffee;
it is truly

excellent.
It is good coffee.

Yep, delicious.
Well, thank you.

The housing market
in DC's very tight, okay?

I just don't
want to make

a choice that I'll regret.

Like Daisy?

Okay, come on. It's over.

I'm over it. I'm fine.

Really?
Yeah.

Have you had sex
with another woman yet?

Bones, we don't have
to really discuss...

It's a valid question.

I'm staying in Parker's room.

It's kind of hard
to bring home a woman

when you're sleeping
on Wolverine sheets.

Booth.

So, no.

Great.

Okay, on our way.

Saddle up. We got a case.

Listen, stay away from Daisy.

Do you
understand?

Parker's gonna want
to come home someday.

Oh, I got to tell you,
kind of hard to feel bad

for anybody who'd ride around
on a glorified scooter.

Whoa!
There are signs

of rodent predation--
squirrels and rats.

First rodents,
then maggots,

then the magnificent
rove beetles.

It's the Circle of Life;
nothing is more beautiful.

Okay, wow,
I'm all choked up here.

Not much tissue left,

but enough for a tox screen

and analysis.
Brow ridge suggests

female Caucasian.

The wear on the mandibular teeth
puts her in her early 30s.

Kind of...

in the middle
of nowhere.

I'm thinking sexual assault.
Well, hard to tell until we get her

back to the lab,
but I am seeing lacerations

and avulsions to the tissue
on the radius and the ulna.

Maybe she was killed someplace
else and brought here to be buried.

It's a shallow grave; it's
a perfect place for a body dump.

Whoa, what's that?

Someone must have thought

it was an excellent place.

There's another body
in this grave.

The chest cavity
on the first body we found

shows massive trauma

to the body
of the sternum and...

the bilateral fourth, fifth
and sixth sternal ribs.

Including areas where
the periosteum is absent,

having abraded away...
Very good, Ms. Wick.

crushing fractures at
the pot of impact,

on both the right and
left radii and ulnas.

Defensive wounds.

Yes.
Yes.

Great minds.

I beg your pardon?
It's like we're

operating as
one organism.

Perhaps, if you view us
as a quantum physicist might.

That would be fine.

Are you all right, Ms. Wick?

Of course. Why?

I just thought
that you

may be a little anxious
that Dr. Sweets

might be dropping by the lab.
Absolutely not.

I'm an emotional rock,
just like Dr. Brennan.

Well, I hope so.

Well, let's get the
crime scene photos

and preliminary findings
to your... ex and see if

he can put this burial

in a psychological context.

Hmm.
Hmm.

♪ Bones 8x13 ♪
The Twist in the Plot
Original Air Date on January 28, 2013

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method
== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

I don't get it.

No, it's...

it's like Ophelia
in the brook.

What, like Shakespeare?
Yeah, Hamlet.

Aw, don't Hamlet
me, okay?

That's too...
Don't do that.

All right, all right.
What I mean to say is,

the body was arranged.

Right.
Staged,

if you will.
Now, the scarf

was placed under her chin,
tied at the top of her head

to keep her jaw closed.

Also, Hodgins confirmed

that the body wa
anointed with sandalwood,

frankincense and cloves.
You know,

you ever hear of green burials?

Is that the, um,
alternative death movement--

no embalming, no coffin,

no cemetery?
There it is.

This company called
Green Passages.

What they did is, they
leased this burial site

from the national park

for a woman by the name
of Monica Craig.

"Recycling your loved ones'
remains back into nature."

Da-da-da. "...more natural
and involved grieving process."

Yeah, this totally
explains it.

There should only be
one body there, not two.

The funeral.
Yep. So what we have to do

is we got to get all the names

of everybody who knew
where Monica Craig was buried.

Got it, Hamlet?
Oh, I'm doing that.

Yep.

The victim's name
is Monica Craig.

33 years old.
Cancer victim.

"Monica Craig,
loving wife, beautiful spirit.

"Taken from us too soon
after a brave battle

with lung cancer."

But... how do you know
that Monica Craig was

the person that we found in the grave?
Well, the FBI

traced the land to a
company that buries people

without embalming
or coffins,

because it's
more natural.

That's true,
it is more natural.

Yeah, well, fine by me, but I
wouldn't tell Hodgins that.

He wants to be launched into
the sun because he says

that all life came
from the sun.

That's true--
all life does come from the sun.

You know, you're
very agreeable today,

just so you know.
Thank you.

♪

Dr. Craig.

I'm Dr. Lance Sweets.

I'm a psychologist
with the FBI.

This has to do with my wife?
Yeah, and first, let me

pass on my condolences
for your recent loss.

Thank you.
But why am I here?

Well, I'm
sorry to have

to tell you that
your wife's grave

has been recently
desecrated.

What? What does
"desecrated" mean?

Like, by Satanists or something?
Someone used your wife's burial site

to bury a body.

You found another body?

In Monica's grave?

A murder victim.

Where's Monica now?

In the ensuing
investigation,

her remains have been moved
to the Jeffersonian Institution.

This is the opposite
of what Monica wanted.

She just wanted to...

go back into the universe
without any fuss.

Well, we're hoping

that you could
provide us a list

of everyone who knew

the location of
your wife's grave.

Yeah.

It's not a lot of people;
it's just...

friends and family.

None of them
is a murderer.

None of them would...

would dig--
who would do that?

Who would do that
to another person?

We're gonna catch
whoever did this.

Is there anything else?

Yeah.

Do you know
this woman?

Is this the...

the body you found
in Monica's grave?

Yeah, that's a reconstruction
of the face of the second woman.

Do you recognize her?
Yes.

That's Rachel.

Rachel Knox.

How do you know her?
She was

Monica's death doula.
D...

Um, excuse me?
Um...

Monica's death consultant

at Green Passages.

They were very close
before Monica died.

You know, I thought that doulas
were for birth, not death.

Doula is the feminine version

of the ancient
Greek word "doulos,"

which means servant
or caregiver.

Right. Well, anyway,
Rachel Knox was the one

who helped Monica Craig
through her last days.

You know, after death
she washed her body,

dressed her, laid her
out for three days.

Until the early 1800s,
it was unheard of

for most religions

to let a stranger
prepare and bury a loved one.

When my time comes,
don't do that.

When your time comes,
what should I do?

My last will and testament,
everything is all

written out in the locked
drawer of my desk at work.

My last will and testament
is 312 pages long.

Whoa, geez.

Mine's written
on a sticky note.

"Everything goes to Bones."

But don't worry,
don't worry,

I used your real name
to make it legal.

What-what about Parker?
Parker? You'll be fair to Parker.

On a sticky note?
It's like Gramps always says, you know,

if you tell God that things
are all wrapped up down here,

he may feel free to take you.

There.

All right, 312 pages?

As you know, I have a lot
of money and investments.

Also, I have a complicated
family, and...

various income streams

that will continue
after I die.

But don't worry,
you get some of it.

Okay. Thanks.

Most of it is set aside
for Christine.

Right.
What about your funeral?

Tell you what, you just give
me a coffin and a priest,

boom, I'll be good to go.

Okay.

As you opened
your hearts to us daily,

so we shall carry you
in our hearts.

Go for refuge,
Aaron.

Buddha, Dharma, Sangha.

Your soul is part
of the air and light, Aaron,

the unknowable greatness
that is the universe.

Go for refuge.

Buddha, Dharma, Sangha.

As you opened your hearts
to us daily, so we...

What?
This is modeled after a...

traditional prayer.

Part of the Buddhist
funeral rites.

Well, that's pretty...

Hey, look at that--

it's our victim.
Booth!

Sorry.

Uh, no disrespect.

What are you doing?

I made a mistake.
Just go...

back to your
chanting or your...

I have approximately
two weeks to live.

My friends and I are
practicing my internment rite.

Aaron, it's okay.

Practicing... to be dead?
This is, um,

you know, death is a difficult
topic in our culture,

and practice
and preparation demystifies

the process, so...

You must be the director
of Green Passages.

Akshay Mirza, yes.
Is he, like,

the death doula?
No, I-I prefer

"end-of-life consultant."

Okay. Well, we're also here

about the end of a life.

Your associate,
Rachel Knox, is dead.

I can't believe
that Rachel is gone.

Uh, she was your
business partner?

Uh, yeah, yeah. We'd been
doing this for about two years.

She was found dead yesterday
in one of your grave sites.

One of our sites?
Are you sure?

Yes.
Monica Craig's.

Oh. God.

Uh, wait.
Are you sure it was Rachel?

You're positive?

The mandible and
dental evidence

confirm her identity.

Okay.

Okay.

I don't know what
I'm going to do without...

I got to sit.

You okay?

Thought you, uh...

dealt with death
all the time.

Not for someone
I know.

This is a
first for me.

Take deep breaths
through your nose

to avoid
hyperventilation.

You know, we are told

that existence
is impermanent

and conditional,
and that the pain

that we feel is just
a natural product of that.

Right. Okay.

She was, uh, murdered,
uh, three weeks ago.

Why didn't you report her missing?
Oh, no, no.

No, Rachel disappeared
all the time.

It's who she was.

That must have
made you angry, huh?

Her being away
all the time,

it must have been bad
for business.

No, no.
It allowed Rachel

to connect more fully
to her clients.

And business was growing--
it was up 60%

from last year
to this.

Her death appears
to have been extremely violent.

Can you think of anyone

who'd want to hurt her?

Hurt her? No. God, no.

No, no. Rachel was loved.

She wouldn't take on a client
unless she could

give herself over
completely to them.

Okay, well,
if you can think of anyone

who wanted to hurt her--

ex-boyfriend,
a client-- you can

just give me a call.
There's my card.

Special Agent Seeley Booth.
Sure.

Let's go, Bones.

We have to go now,
Mr. Mirza.

Can I have my hand back?

I don't know how I'm going to
get through this without Rae.

Dr. Hodgins, I'd like you
to take a look at this.

See the comminuted
fracture

at the distal end
of the sternal body,

just superior to the
xiphisternal joint?

She was really crushed.

A blow this hard is likely
the cause of death.

It would push the sternum
back into the heart.

And if, in that second,
the ventricle was filled

to maximum capacity, the
bone would pop the heart.

The bone is like a pin
in a balloon.

More like a stick of
dynamite in a balloon.

Given the amount of jagged
edges on the fracturing,

I thought...
There might be some particulates in there.

Yeah, okay.
I'll take a look.

I'm hoping that this
is more productive

than pulverizing
the rove beetles,

because the mass spec
showed nothing.

You seem good,
like you're totally okay

after breaking up with Sweets.
I am.

Now that I'm focusing
solely on my career

and science, I believe
my life is together.

Well, thank God, because there
is nothing more painful

than watching an ex-couple
do the awkward dance.

I assure you, I'll handle seeing
Lance in a professional way.

Or you'll want to stab him.
I mean, he did dump you

on the night you were
going to move in together.

I'm not a child,
Dr. Hodgins.

No, I just thought...
I'm sure you did.

But idle
gossip is not

going to help us
solve this murder.

Perhaps a bone scraping
would provide

more detailed analysis
than a swab.

You could analyze
your findings using...

not only under stereo,

compound and
polarizing microscopes,

but also using
an energy dispersive X ray.

That's what Dr. Brennan
would do, as well.

Wow.

You really have pulled
yourself together.

You're welcome, Dr. Hodgins.

Well, Sweets said
that Dr. Craig

just filed a lawsuit
against Green Passages

for desecration of
his wife's grave,

which I cannot say
that I blame him for.

Booth is checking
with their other clients

to see if anyone else
had a problem with them.

Hmm. None of the other
burial sites were disturbed.

He thinks
that maybe Rachel

wasn't quite as saintly
as Akshay said.

Looks like this death
business can be lethal, huh?

That is amusing.

Because we're
investigating a murder.

Right.

The juxtaposition
of funerals and a killing...

Most people would
just laugh, sweetie.

I'm sorry.

Checked out all lawsuits

that were filed
against Green Passages.

There's Dr. Craig's...
Understandable.

And three other suits
that were filed

by this guy, Mick Warren.
Three?

Did he have a burial
site desecrated, too?

No. He owns
two cemeteries.

And all the suits
named Rachel Knox individually.

Fraud, breach of promise.

Angry stuff.

Yeah, he was trying
to put her out of business.

But you're thinking,
if that didn't work...

Bingo.

Thanks for waiting there,
Mr. Warren.

This here is Dr. Sweets.

He's going to
be joining us.

Dr. Sweets.

Have a seat.

I sure am sorry
to hear about Rachel.

Yeah.

She was a sweet thing.

Little loony with all
the New Age stuff, but sweet.

You and Rachel Knox
were business competitors?

Nothing wrong with that.

Competition is what makes
this country great.

According to this
suit you filed,

Rachel reneged on a promise
to go into business together?

Yes, she did.

She had the land that was
licensed for green burials,

and I have a strong brand.

I thought we'd do well together.

Even though she was loony?

The boomers are dying,
you know?

There's a fortune to be made
on all these bozos

driving around
in their electric cars,

wanting to know the names
of the chickens they're eating.

You do understand
her backing out

gives you a strong motive
to kill her.

Yeah, I wanted
to wipe her out.

In court.

We had a deal.

She takes up with this Mirza,

and she reneges
on the whole thing.

When you say "takes up with..."

What do you think?

They started
sleeping together.

I guess he gave her
what she wanted,

and she gave him
what I wanted.

Oh, wait a minute.

You guys didn't know
that they were an item, did you?

Well...

I wonder why Mr. Mirza

would hide something like that.

Hello, Lance.

Don't hover.

You can come in.
Oh.

I wasn't...
I wasn't hovering.

I just... I didn't
want to interrupt you

if you were in the
middle of something.

Too late.
How can I help you?

Uh, I... well, you know...

I-I was in the lab.

We haven't seen
each other since...

since, you know... since we
last saw each other, and...

How are you?
Good. I'm good. How you doing?

I'm reexamining
Rachel Knox's X rays,

hoping to find leads
toward a murder weapon.

Actually, I meant...
In doing so, I realized the fracture

to the right side
of her nasal bone is remodeled.

And that means that about
six months before her death,

Rachel Knox sustained
a blow to the face.

Cool. Actually, when I asked
how you were doing,

I meant you personally,
not you in the case.

I don't think there's any real
need for that conversation.

Sure, there is.

We were part
of each other's lives

for a long time.

What, are we supposed
to just stop?

I don't know.

This is my first serious breakup.
Yeah, me, too,

but I don't think we...

we have to stop
talking to each other.

I mean, I don't know.

Have you found
a place to live yet?

I'm staying in the apartment
you found for us.

Nice.
It's working out very well.

I hear you're still living

with Dr. Brennan
and Agent Booth.

Mmm... little bit,
temporarily.

Also, I'm writing a paper
on asymmetrical bilateral

fracturing of
pubic tubercles

in late surgical
separation of postmedieval

conjoined twins in
Sighisoara, Romania.

Wow. Nice. Well done.

I, uh... hey, I had a paper
on body symmetry and cognition

published in the Annual Review
of Psychology, so...

I know. Congratulations.

How did you know?

You credited me,
which was very nice.

Everything I learned
about body symmetry,

I learned... from you.

Very generous of you, Lance.

Now, I must get these
details to Dr. Brennan.

It was good seeing you.

Yeah, it's nice to...

nice to be working
with you again.

I didn't tell you
about me and Rachel

because it's... it's practically
ancient history.

I doubt that.

Ancient history began
over 5,000 years ago,

stops at the beginning
of the Middle Ages.

Rachel and I broke up
nearly a year ago.

It doesn't mean
anything anymore,

and it has nothing to do
with what happened to her.

Only thing is, you don't
get to decide any of that.

By "nearly a year ago,"
do you mean seven months?

Yeah, yeah, seven months
sounds about right.

That's around the time

someone smashed her
in the face.

I would never do that.

Not on purpose.

Right, so you accidentally
smashed her in the face.

This is embarrassing.
Embarrassing?

I'm thinking more
"incriminating,"

so spit it out.

Rachel is...
was a Tantric master.

Tantric sex?

Bones, there's got to be
other kinds of...

Yes, Tantric sex.
Okay, carry on.

During one of our...
sessions,

I fell.

I got tired, I slipped,

I was shifting my position,
and my elbow hit her.

It's the stupidest
thing I've ever heard.

It's understandable.

A successful Tantric session
lasts seven, eight hours

and can cause extreme,

sometimes painful,
muscle fatigue.

Or she wanted out, he didn't,
then something snapped.

No, I knew Rachel's policy
up front.

What kind of policy?

Rachel had a three-month maximum

with a guy,
and then she moved on.

She wanted fabulous sex,
spiritual connection,

no strings.

So, you were only with her
for three months?

Best three months of my life.

Then what, you went back
to business as usual?

That was the arrangement.

It's often
quite difficult

for a man to accord
to a woman's rules,

especially when rather
exquisite sex is involved.

Look, I had my time with Rachel.

We were something, then she
moved on and we went back

to being what
we always were:

good friends
and business partners.

Death business.

Look, do you mind?

I have to get back to work.

Losing Rachel
has left me shorthanded.

Dr. Saroyan.

I've made
a startling discovery.

Let's hear it.

Monica Craig died
of lung cancer, correct?

Yes.

It metastasized to her brain

and to her spine,
amongst other areas.

May I commandeer your computer?

This shows bone metastasis
in the femur.

Why don't we
just jump

to the startling discovery?

I don't think
Monica Craig's cancer

was advanced enough
to cause actual death.

What?
I believe she had

weeks left to live at
the time of her death,

perhaps even months.

That is a startling discovery.

We have no apparent
cause of death for Monica Craig.

Because we blamed it
on the cancer.

Good job, Ms. Wick.

I know.

So, using the info

that Daisy gave us,
Hodgins and I

have been working together
to try to narrow down

the weapon that was used to
create the kill-shot wound.

So I took a 3-D impression
of the wound to the sternum

to create an image,
which gives us...

That's a very
distinctive pattern.

Scrapings contained

particulates of amazonite.

It's a stone
indigenous to this area.

I checked the database to see
if there were any stone weapons

that could create
a similar wound pattern.

All ancient weapons.

Yes, but do not despair, because

the stone contained
microscopic particles

of diamonds, which means...

Saws.
Yeah, I also

found cutting oil.

So, the weapon was a cut rock,
sourced locally.

A stone, a-a
burial marker.

And Mirza makes all
of the burial markers

for Green Passages.
Well done.

Now we know
the victim was crushed

by a stone burial marker.

And we know who made it.

You know, everything just keeps
coming back to you.

You forget
to mention something,

we find out about it,
we dig a little bit more,

and then, hey, boom,
there's something else.

I lost my partner, Agent Booth.

I'm sorry
if my thoughts are muddled.

Memory loss
from grief is quite common.

And convenient.

In your catalog,

it says that
you hand-carve

all of the grave markers
for your clients.

Yes. That is part
of our service.

Including Mrs. Craig's?

Yes. That was a
beautiful marker.

I carved the symbol Qi.

The Chinese symbol for life force.
It meant

a lot to her. It was carved

from a local stone slab.
I can give you

its dimensions
and its weight.

I don't want to leave
anything out this time.

Grief really makes you
a smart-ass, too.

No, no, no no.

That comes
from being repeatedly accused

of a crime I did not commit.

We might not have been intimate
anymore,

but I loved Rachel.

Oh, I believe you loved her,
but she ended the affair,

which made you really angry.

You should know that

the marker you
placed on the grave

is headed for the lab
at the Jeffersonian.

What?

Wait. You think someone used
the marker to kill Rachel?

When a killer bludgeons someone
that violently,

he usually leaves behind
some DNA.

Oh, okay,
so I can expect

you guys again asking
for a DNA sample.

Oh, but

that shouldn't matter to you,
'cause you're innocent, right?

Yeah, that is right,
actually, but you know what?

Just to be on the safe side,
I'm gonna consult an attorney.

Dr. Hodgins.

Everything all right?

You're not mad at your beetles,
are you?

No. Maybe a little disappointed.

But no, I was just thinking
about what Daisy said--

that Monica Craig's cancer
wouldn't have killed her yet.

Cancer metastasizes differently
in every person.

We'll be running
more tests, though.

I want to be shot into the sun.

Uh... what?
When I die.

I want to be loaded
into a spacecraft

and shot into the sun.
Return to the source.

You're not expecting me
to arrange that, though, yeah?

No, I got it covered, thank you.
Okay.

How about you?
How do you want to go out?

I'm not going in the ground,
that's for damn sure.

Ooh.

I've hit a chord.
Why is that?

Eleanor Marks. New York.
May 1994.

Is that one of your cases?
It wasn't my fault,

thank goodness. She was
pronounced dead by a colleague.

But when the
pallbearers were carrying

her coffin to her grave,
they heard scratching.

She was alive?
It turns out, she'd been in a coma,

which is why I'm going
cremation all the way.

I get it. Although you might
want to think about the sun.

Oh, my God!

Look at this!

At what, specifically?

Here. Look at this.

They're different sizes.
See these guys? They're growing

at a rate that's considered
normal for beetles, right?

But the others...
Oh, their gross, wormy

bellies are swollen.
Exactly.

They're obese, which is
entomologically impossible.

See, beetles have
protein receptors

that prevent them
from overeating,

but something
interfered with that.

They might be able
to tell us how she died.

Hey, do you know
where the coffee grinder is?

Why is that?

Well, the blender's broken.
I'm gonna have to grind up these

little blimps, find out what
gave 'em an eating disorder.

You'll be replacing the coffee
grinder with a new one, yes?

You know what?
I don't like this guy Akshay.

I just don't
like him.

I think we should bring in
Dr. Craig and talk to him again.

When his wife was dying,
he dealt with both Akshay Mirza

and Rachel before
she was murdered.

Okay, so you're thinking
that he may have noticed

some friction between them?

Oh, definitely. You know,
small things he saw

that might appear
to be meaningless

could have great meaning.

All right, tell you what.
I will give him a call.

Booth, I have a question.

You know what? Am I
going to regret this?

Well, when I saw Daisy today...
No! No, no.

No!
You didn't let me finish.

I don't have to.
The answer is no.

It's not about us getting
back together, okay?

It's about me.
No. Whatever you're thinking

right now-- just...
just get it out of your mind.

If you just... hear-hear me out.
I realized...

No.

Make no decisions based
on seeing Daisy, understand? No.

Getting an apartment?
No, 'cause you'd just end up

getting the wrong place
for all the wrong reasons,

right?
Well, if you'd just let me talk.

No, I'm not gonna let you talk.

Just get it out of your mind.

You understand?

You need two weeks, and one
good night of getting drunk.

All right? Look,
that's what you need

so you can think straight.
But...

These are scientific facts.

No. The answer is no.
But...

This conversation is over.

I'm gonna go
call the husband.

Bye-bye. No.
Out of your mind.

So, I hope it wasn't

too weird before
at the lab.

Not at all.

It was actually really
nice to see you again.

And I'm glad
we're mature enough

to have a cup of
coffee together.

So, I've missed you.
I've missed you.

Um, you know, 'cause you were

such a big part of my life.

Me, too.

The other night, I woke up
in the middle of the night.

3:20?

Of course. When else?

And I reached
out to touch you.

But I wasn't there.

But I don't want you to think
I've been alone this whole time.

So, you're seeing someone?

A pathologist on and off.

He also does stand-up
on the weekends.

That's nice. Sounds nice.

I, um...

I've been... I've been
sort of seeing someone, too.

Uh, from the Bureau.
It's, uh, nothing serious.

I'm glad for you.
I'll bet she's great.

I want to say something.

Since we split,
I've been thinking.

And... I wanted
to see you again

because I wanted to see...

See if it was a mistake?

Yes.

Me, too.

I mean, we had so much...

But it was a mistake.

We don't belong together.

I know.

Now we don't have
to question that anymore.

Sorry.

I got to go.
I have an interrogation.

Oh, no problem.

But this was good, right?

This was good, Lance. Thanks.

So I'll see you.

See you.

I heard

that Rachel and Akshay
had been involved,

but it didn't seem to me
like they were that close.

They were never physical
around you?

Sometimes, I guess.

They were just
different.

Akshay tried to seem spiritual

like Rachel, but I never
really believed it.

That's probably one
of the reasons you're suing him.

Definitely.

Rachel wasn't like that?
Oh, God, no.

No, Rachel was with us in the
early stages of Monica's cancer,

talking to her and
arranging her funeral wishes,

choreographing
the memorial service.

Akshay just seemed like
he wanted to rush things along,

move on to the
next client.

I hope they weren't a couple,

because Rachel deserved
a lot more than Akshay.

My beetles are bingers.

I don't know
what that means.

Like Dr. Brennan,
I need clarity.

Right. Pretty
much the only thing

that can disturb a
beetle's feeding pattern

and make them chunky
is something toxic.

But I thought the tox
screens on the flesh samples

of both victims came back
negative for any drugs.

Because the beetles were all the
same size when I collected them,

but being ground up together--
it hid the results.

Oh, so this time
you only used the fat beetles

to run through
the GC Mass Spec.

Exactly, and in the beetles
that were on Monica Craig,

I discovered the presence
of methylone.

Bath salts. That's a
recreational drug.

Particularly nasty.

Last year, the DEA issued
an emergency ban on it.

I can't imagine a cancer patient

in her condition
using recreational drugs.

Are you thinking
she was poisoned?

If she overdosed of methylone,
using that would explain

why Mrs. Craig died

before her cancer reached
its most advanced stage.

Methylone doesn't
just present in tissue.

It would also be
evident in bone marrow.

If I take samples, and I
find excessive lels, then...

Then we're dealing
with two murders.

I was hoping that you would
redo your will today.

Why?

Because, Booth, you can't just
leave it to me how to bury you.

Well, look,
I told you, I trust you.

But your funeral
is your last message

to your loved ones.

Especially Christine,
if she's a child.

Really? What's your last message
look like?

I've planned
for a Celestial Funeral.

Also known as a
Tibetan Sky Funeral.

The deceased is carried
to a mountain plateau

where a lama burial
master breaks the body.

Breaks the body?

Dismembers.

Then pulverizes with a hammer,
which allows for optimum

scavenging by vultures.

You're messing with me.

Come on.

My instructions
are very explicit.

To give yourself
to the air.

It's-it's a
beautiful ceremony.

Vultures and hammers?

That's your-your last message
to the world? To me?

To Christine?

Vultures and hammers?

I'm gonna go get the car.

My wife died

of cancer.

And I'm trying to figure out
if you really believe that.

What's that?

It's a banned substance
called methylone.

You know it?

No.

Sir, you're gonna have
to stop lying to me.

You used methylone
to treat depression

in your practice
before it was banned.

No, no, no. No. No.

Your wife died
of a methylone overdose.

I did not murder my wife.

Well, what some people
call murder,

others might call mercy.

Monica begged me.

Okay?

She was in terrible pain.

My wife-- she loved life,

but this was not life.

She kept telling me

if I loved her...

You helped her.
No,

I did not help her.

But I did not stop her.

What happens to me now?

What do you mean?
Well,

I just confessed to allowing
my wife to kill herself.

Well,

we're looking for a murderer.

What happens
now is...

you go home.

...Seeley Joseph Booth,
of Washington D.C.,

revoke my former Will
and Codicils...

written on a sticky note.

This is...

Thing sucks.

So, I wrote up my
findings on Wes Craig.

His grief is very real.

The guilt he feels is
attached to the fact

that he provided Monica Craig
with the drug

she used to kill herself.

And he has guilt?
Oh, yeah.

One might even say he displays
more signifiers of guilt

than he does of grief, though
the two are inextricably linked.

Sometimes when a loved one dies,
we feel survivor's guilt.

You probably felt it

yourself in
the military.

So you're saying
all the phone calls

that Craig made to Rachel Knox

indicate his state of mind?
Yes.

The number of calls he made
per day increased

as the day of his wife's suicide
drew nearer.

What?
He starts out calling,

say, what, once a week
for a while. Then...

several times a day.

Right.
Right.

Take a look.

I don't know
what I'm looking for.

The timeline. There's a pattern.

Wow.

Yeah.
The period of time

he made all these phone calls.

Just over three months
and then they stop.

Two days before

his wife's death.

Three months.
That's the period

of time Rachel Knox
would sleep with any one man.

You want me to talk
to him again?

No.

I have this one.

This room's even scarier
than the last one.

And you're scarier
than the psychologist.

You know what?
According to our records,

you made 405 phone calls
to Rachel Knox in three months.

No. These-these calls,

they were all
about Monica.

You know what I'm thinking?

I'm thinking,
why would a man use

a wife's tombstone
to kill someone.

Why? You had an affair
with Rachel Knox.

I did not admit to that.

Rachel Knox advised you
to euthanize your wife.

My wife killed herself.

Our shrink says that she didn't.

I mean, if she
did, then...

you wouldn't be
feeling guilty.

What else did he say?

He says that only
a guilty husband

would put the special
grave marker back

exactly where it was.

After I killed Rachel with it?

Exactly.

That's a lot of guilt.

He says you loved your wife
but you cheated on her.

With Rachel Knox.

Three months.

Three months.

I was supposed to think
that was a real thing?

You know, three months
fell exactly

two days before Monica died.

Then, I'm-I'm placing
the stone, and...

she shows up to plant the tree.

And she tells me...

She hits me
with that yoga babble,

like I wasn't even
a real person anymore.

"Our time is over."

I mean, I couldn't...

I couldn't lose somebody else.

Not after Monica.

♪

♪ Is that the old man walking

♪ In the dark?

♪ Is that the old man

♪ Walking in the

♪ Dark?

♪ Is that the old man walking

♪ In the dark?

♪ Is that the old man?

So, I can pretend

you don't have smeared mascara
on your cheek from crying.

I'm fine.

Okay.

Actually...

I'm feeling quite sad.

About Sweets?

I know I shouldn't.

I'm so stable, and...

we agreed that we shouldn't
get back together.

But what if we're wrong?

You're grieving.

You two had something
alive and vibrant, and...

now it's gone.
But

what if we can
bring it back to life?

You're a scientist,

Ms. Wick. A very good scientist.

Thank you.
As a scientist,

have you ever seen anything
come back to life

and be as good as it ever was?

No.

So feel sad.

Cry.

You lost something wonderful,

but keep moving forward.

It'll get better.

I promise.

And, uh...

stop copying Dr. Brennan.

It's a little creepy.

On here.

Okay.

Hey there, Christine.

It's me, your father.

Dad. Dada. Daddy.

If...

you're watching this
right now, I'm dead.

Um...

if I was a good
father to you,

you're... sad right now.

If we had some sort of,
like, falling out,

let's just forget about it
and move on.

It's just... It's not worth it.

You know,
personally,

I'm doing everything I can
to get into Heaven...

right now. Um...

but your mother believes...

Well, she thinks that it's a...

I tell you what...

why don't you ask her?

It's...
complicated.

These are the last... words

that I'm going to-to speak
in this world,

so here goes. Okay.

I like...

God, I really like God, and I...

and I think that he likes me.

You know, I, um...

I love Canadian beer.
And hockey.

They kind of go hand in hand.

I really love loud music
and really sad music.

I love this country.

And I am proud to have served
in the military.

I'm the luckiest man...

in the world because I got
to spend time with your mother.

And with you.

And that's true, you know?
It's true whether I...

I die today or 50 years
from now. It's true.

Okay?

I love you.

And I want you to...

to love life.

Dive into life. Be...

be courageous.

Question things.

And... and be happy.

And don't forget to laugh.

Oh, one last...
favor. Um,

help your mom to be happy.

Because if she's alone,

she's gonna forget.

That's it. That's...

from me to you.

Whoa!

Okay. All right.

I'm still alive, Bones.
And you know what?

You shouldn't be eavesdropping.

And you messed the end up here.

Now I have to change it.

I'm sorry.
Well...

I-I listened to
you, too, Booth.

Huh?
Look.

Hey.

Ta-da!

You changed your will.
Yes.

I find that despite
my best efforts,

you exert undue influence
on my behavior.

Wait, I got to read
this whole thing?

No, no.

It's 306 pages...

306 pages?

It's less than 312.
Oh, wow.

But look. Here.

I changed the nature of my funeral.
Hmm.

Take a look.

A volcano?

Yes. I remember you telling me

that you'd very much like
to visit an active volcano.

Okay, you want us to sprinkle
your ashes over a volcano?

Yes.

That way, at least if I'm dead,

you can have a nice trip
together

and foolishly risk your lives.

Which will bring us
closer together.

Yes.
Yeah?

You're welcome.

But wait a second,
how am I gonna get

to the top of the volcano?
Not my problem.

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