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- You like this song? - Nobody likes this song.

You're dancing to it.

Maybe swaying a little.

- And humming. - It's just something you do in the elevator.

Buddhists say that if we can lose ourselves in the moment

without distraction or desire, we experience truth.

Why can't you just hum like a normal, happy person?

Not really in the mood.

OK. Here we go.

Special Agent Booth. And I'm going to assume this is Dr Brennan.

Bones, Alex Radswell. He's, uh, you know, from the State Department.

Why'd you say it like that?

Booth believes the State Department protects bad guys from the FBI.

I count three dead?

Four. There's one behind the bar. ID'd as the bartender.

This was a party after a conference on drug trafficking in South America.

The speaker was Colombian Judicial Attach� Dolores Ramos.

- Did she survive? - Minor burns, smoke inhalation.

She'll be fine. Luck of the draw.

You seem uncomfortable. Does his size make you self-conscious?

- Bones! - It's a condition. Skeletal dysplasia.

- Pseudo achondroplasia or SED congenita? - Bones!

You're a straightforward person.

And as much as I appreciate that, what you're asking is neither your business nor relevant.

It's my business because I'm a forensic anthropologist. But it's not relevant.

So what happened here? Bomb?

The blast came from next door. Your people are working on the cause.

I'm betting Colombian drug types. They just love blowing people up.

Before she was attached to the embassy, Ramos was a prosecutor in Bogot�.

She had plenty of enemies in the cartels.

- You ID anyone else besides the bartender? - H�ctor Madure. Chief of police from Quito.

I need you to confirm the identity of his wife. She's the extra-crispy one.

Father Gabriel Ruiz. He ran a drug programme for kids in Bogot�.

Well, it's a big score for the drug cartels. Any one of these people makes a good target.

I'm gonna check on the survivors. You need anything, just holler.

Will do.

What do you got, Bones?

Female, mid-40s.

The bone structure fits this picture of Constanza Madure pretty closely.

Dental work will confirm.

The debris embedded in the remains suggests an explosion.

So does that giant hole in the wall there.

Part of the navicular. Top of the left foot.

Not hers. There are other bone shards scattered here.

- You mean like extra bits? - Yes. These are fragmented from the blast.

There's... bone fragments here in the wall.

I think someone was standing in this room very close to the bomb when it went off.

It had to be the bomber. Instant karma.

The question is where are the rest of his remains?

Vaporised, maybe.

Unlikely.

Oh. Huh.

- What do you got? - An external occipital protuberance.

Fissures indicate thermal detachment. It's the back of a human skull.

Cam! Any of your bodies missing a protuberance?

- No. All of these remains are fully intact. - Fully intact.

Aha.

Not all of them.

Oh!

Investigators say that the explosion definitely originated in the room next to the party.

- Who was checked in there? - Nobody. It was being renovated.

Paint and combustibles would've added to the force of the fire and explosion.

So maybe the bomber got caught by his own explosion.

- Her own explosion. - The bomber was a female?

- Sciatic notch doesn't lie. - Neither does the vagina.

Whoa. Uh...

Wait a minute. Whoa, wait a minute.

You're saying this skull was so hot that it explodes but the girlie parts are still intact?

She was thrown into that chandelier. The deep tissue remained intact.

Thank you for that...

Particulates in the remains are a combination of glass, wood splinters, plaster, and dry wall.

The bomber is Caucasian, 5' 4",

late teens, early 20s. Still no ID.

- Hair sample makes her a bottle blonde. - Ankylosis in the right trochlea

- and capitulum and scaphoid. - Occupational markers from carrying a tray.

Mad-bomber teenage-assassin waitress?

- She might've had no choice. - I don't understand.

The cartels force people to do what they want. She refuses, the cartel wipes out her family.

I'm running tests now to get a chemical fingerprint,

and then chromatography to see what triggered the blast.

I scanned the skull and reconstructed a face.

Send it over to Booth. If drugs are involved, maybe she has a record.

- I already did that. - People, please.

- Don't send stuff without informing me first. - But you wanted her to send it.

But not without first...

Just run everything by me first, OK?

Every circus needs a ringmaster. In this circus, it's me.

Yeah.

The State Department asks that you treat this woman with the respect she's due

- as a friend of this country. - I can question a witness.

I am here at the request of the Colombian Ambassador,

Judge Ramos, and the State Department.

That's disingenuous. What are the chances that all three would ask you separately?

Why are you so confrontational?

People defer to you because of your size. It's a normal response that you take advantage of.

- I don't like it. - Here we go.

See? Even you don't want to hurt his tiny feelings.

I don't mean your feelings are tiny. I mean you have feelings about being tiny.

The ramifications and repercussions of impeded access

will comprise accommodative responses detrimental to your unabated participation

in our shared endeavours.

State Department speak. We don't do it his way, we get fired.

If a regular-size man tried to intimidate you, you'd threaten to kick him out the window.

But because in his case it's a physical possibility...

Let's just question the judge.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

That was a nice moment, you know? Me translating for you.

I was speaking with Father Ruiz when the bomb went off.

I believe his body protected me from the blast.

I was barely touched. Father Ruiz was a very close friend of ours.

Did you see this woman at the hospitality suite at the time of the explosion?

- No. - You're sure?

She wasn't serving drinks or anything?

The serving staff were all from the embassy. Who is she?

- She may have been the bomber. - Mr Radswell.

The State Department recognises Judge Ramos as a great friend to this country,

and has charged me with keeping her apprised.

Did you or anyone receive any threats at the embassy before the conference?

We are always receiving threats. It's a fact of life for us.

The government provides our family with bodyguards.

We have lost loved ones in the past.

A daughter, eight years ago.

Our condolences.

- Is this woman connected to the cartels? - We haven't identified her yet.

Perhaps your friends in Colombian law enforcement could help.

Yes, of course. Anything to aid the investigation.

Thank you, Judge Ramos. That's all for now.

Can you upload the pictures from this camera?

- Will I regret it? - What kind of guy do you think I am?

It's just that men sometimes think things are funny that women merely find gross.

They're pictures of the hotel room. I went there to collect some samples.

Now, see. The heat blast deposited the first layer of residue on the walls. Hydrocarbons.

- The first layer? - Yep. Layer two,

I had to use an electron capture detector to identify.

It was toluene and benzene, oxidised paint which exploded from the cans.

- The explosion was a two-parter? - A fire, then an explosion. But get this.

I found a patch of wall with only oxidised paint on it. Basically a shadow.

Something was between the wall and the fire then was gone when the explosion occurred.

- Think you can figure out what it was? - I can try.

Cool.

I also found these blobs of melted something.

Not my department. You're just trying to prolong this conversation.

- What do you want to know? - Everything.

The explosion shifted the placement of the teeth.

I've repositioned them so we can match the dentals.

The computer is looking now.

Why do you suddenly want to know everything?

I think there's a tendency here for each of us to work too independently.

My closest acquaintance outside work is a woman who's a performance artist.

Last month she enclosed herself in a plastic box with six rabbits.

It went over quite well. Perhaps you've heard of her?

Zack, when I said everything, I meant just the case.

- Lisa Winnaker. - Never heard of her.

- Me neither. - Isn't she the rabbit woman?

No. Lisa Winnaker's the woman in the chandelier.

Oh. Good. I'll let Booth know you ID'd the victim.

- If you'd like to know anything else? - I think I'm up to speed for now. But thanks.

I saw about the explosion on the news.

But Lisa wasn't supposed to be working at the hotel last night.

So I never thought she'd be one of the casualties.

How long had your daughter been working there?

Off and on a couple of years, waitressing when she needed money.

Tomorrow's her birthday.

I ordered the cake.

I thought she was spending the night out with friends, that's why she didn't come home.

She spend many nights away from home?

My daughter was a very attractive young woman living with her mother.

She had boyfriends and, yeah, sometimes she didn't come home.

Did she have, uh... I don't know, anyone special in her life lately?

Yeah, but I... I never met him. I don't know his name.

Is there anything you can tell me about him?

He was foreign. Puerto Rican maybe.

She called him Se�or Hot Stuff.

As a joke.

She said he was rich.

Lisa was a really... sweet girl.

The fire started approximately here.

Which means that whatever cast your reverse shadow was positioned here.

What cast the shadow?

I manipulated the images you gave to figure out the shape of the silhouette.

The dark areas are where there was both blowback residue from the fire

and the deposits of oxidised paint left by the explosion.

By going in as far as individual pixels,

I was able to find the area where there was only paint residue.

- That's a person. - Yeah.

Given the angles and the distance from the wall, I'd say it's somebody about six feet tall.

Lisa Winnaker was only 5' 4".

Which means whoever this was got out before the actual explosion occurred.

I could kiss you.

That would require permission... which I deny.

I'll tell Booth the bomber is alive and is six feet tall.

You'll tell who what? There's a loop, people. And I'm in it.

Not only am I in it, I'm the big curvy part.

Lisa wasn't working last night. She came in on her own as a customer.

- Picked up a guy. - You know anything about him?

Looked Hispanic. That's not PC to say but you want details, right?

Mm-hm.

And it looked like he had money, too.

- How tall was he? - I don't know. He was sitting when I saw him.

Look, Lisa was a good kid. But she used to scope the place for rich guys.

- So she was a prostitute. - What? No. No. She was just like any of us.

Looking for a husband, right?

This guy last night, she zoned in on him real hard.

- Took him upstairs, you know, for privacy. - Upstairs where?

The room being renovated. The one that caught on fire.

I mean, it's against the rules, but we've all done it.

Right.

I mean, why else work in a high-class place like this, right?

Yeah.

- Someone's trying to flag you down. - Denise! Denise!

Excuse me.

Looks like Lisa went upstairs for a little quickie

and wandered into a nightmare.

She was trying to get you to go upstairs for a little...

Hey, that's the guy that Lisa was with.

- He could be six feet tall. - What do you say we pay him a visit?

You mind if we ask you a few questions?

Well, lose your friend, and maybe.

It's about Lisa Winnaker.

Oh!

OK. It's cool, man.

It's all good.

I am Antonio Ramos! Call the Colombian Embassy. I have diplomatic immunity.

Musculature of the neck preserved the trachea.

- A swab shows no trace of carbon. - Lisa was not breathing when the fire started.

I found semen.

- Where? - The usual place.

- No... I mean no condom? - Well, the sex may not have been consensual.

If she was already dead when the fire started, what killed her?

Too much tissue damage for me. Now it's time for the boneyard.

You, Zack. Do your thing.

I'll have to ascertain if these fractures were the result of heat, explosion, or trauma.

Which means I need to know the exact nature of the explosion.

How do you do that?

The usual way.

My embassy has been informed of my whereabouts. I have nothing to say.

Antonio Ramos.

- Any relationship to Judge Dolores Ramos? - She's my mother.

- This seriously calls genetics into question. - You know, your mother... is a great woman.

Have some water. Why'd you run, Antonio?

In my experience, there are two reasons why people run. One, danger.

What's wrong with your arm?

- What? - Your arm. How did you hurt it?

The second reason is they got something to hide. You got something to hide, Tony?

Compound fracture. Three or five pins in there. Say... six months old?

- Did you have sex with her last night? - Is she what this is about?

- Because it was her idea, not mine. - How well do you know her?

Very well and not so well, if you know what I mean.

- I don't know what he means. - He had sex with her and forgot her name.

You say that, not me.

It's not like you have a record, because you have, you know, diplomatic immunity.

More like a list of complaints.

Let's see here. OK, speeding, DUI, riding a motorcycle on the mall,

- urinating on a monument. - Good one.

Substance abuse charges, every one. My guess is you got drunk and fell off a bicycle.

It was a motorcycle.

You know Antonio Ramos has diplomatic immunity, yet you insist on questioning him.

That doesn't mean I can't question him. It means I can't throw him in jail.

- Are you all right, Antonio? - Mm-hm.

Mr Ramos, you are free to leave.

- The FBI will not bother you. - Can he promise that?

No. Do you have any other higher aspirations than just baby-sitting drunken playboys?

She's dead.

Who?

Lisa.

Lisa Winnaker.

- That was her name. - How did she die?

In the same explosion that nearly killed your mother.

- Did Lisa mention your parents? - Agent Booth.

- She knew who they were. - Antonio, answer no more questions.

That's enough.

You have something to say to me, Dr Brennan?

Little people have a long history of being close to power.

As clowns and court jesters. I see you've been to the art museum.

Yes, but as clowns and court jesters,

they were the only ones allowed to mock the king, to give him perspective.

You don't do that, Mr Radswell. You just do what the king says

without putting anything into perspective.

Good thing I'm neither a clown nor a court jester.

Whoa... Don't do that. It's DNA evidence.

- There's no evidence of an explosive charge. - Then what blew up?

There was liquor in the room, paint, turpentine.

Paint, turpentine, and liquor blew down a wall, torched four people,

and deposited a corpse in a chandelier 12 feet high.

There was also petroleum distillate and six HVLP canisters hidden under tarps.

High volume, low pressure. So you can see where this is going.

- No, we can't. - A fire was set.

So, given these ingredients, would there be a secondary explosion?

I did the math carefully. This experiment should generate an explosion

approximately 1/1000th the magnitude of the explosion at the hotel.

- Excuse me? - 1/1000th.

I think she meant the explosion part.

Relax. A little pop. This blast wall Zack built, it's merely a precaution.

We can watch through this porthole.

- OK, I'm gonna wait outside. - I hear that.

Did they not hear me say I did the math carefully?

All right, I'll ignite the alcohol.

The math says there will be a 10 to 12 second gap before the HVLP container explodes.

Fine. You ready?

Igniting the alcohol.

10...

9... 8...

Argh! Oh! Argh!

- Are you all right? Can you breathe? - Hey.

- How many fingers am I holding up? - I'm OK. I'm all right. Come on.

- I don't understand what happened. - You know what that proves?

- That you guys are idiots? - A blast that strong isn't necessarily a bomb.

Most likely, somebody killed Lisa Winnaker then started a fire to cover it up.

Without knowing there would be a huge explosion. That's good, guys. Nice job.

Your theory is Antonio Ramos started a fire to cover up a rape and murder.

- DNA matches the sperm in Lisa. - What do you want?

I want the kid declared persona non grata. That gets rid of diplomatic immunity.

- And you can arrest him? - Exactly.

- Never gonna happen. - Cos Judge Ramos is such a good friend.

You can't calculate just how many American lives she's saved

by taking a hard line on the cartels.

You have orders from the State Department to have this mess

booted out of the US and back into Colombia. Don't say anything.

Just, you know, if I'm right, just keep breathing.

Bogot�, 1998. The Ramos family is leaving the city for their country home.

Their convoy is attacked. End to a long ugly story,

13-year-old Antonio is running away carrying his little sister.

Only trouble is he has to keep picking up pieces of her brain.

That's a sad story. But it doesn't mean the guy can get drunk and kill five people.

Including an American citizen.

- Yeah? - Booth, it's Cam.

We know how Lisa Winnaker died.

- She was strangled? - The hyoid is cracked but not burned.

Something was around her neck.

Hodgins found burned fibres. He's analysing them.

I also noticed a broken finger. I'm using those words especially for you, Booth.

Thanks.

Also, disjunct of acromion and curacoid with damage to the glenoid. Dislocated shoulder.

Typical of a victim on the ground straining against someone strangling her from behind.

There was a split in the cartilage between the T3 and T4 vertebrae.

Excuse me.

I thought that might be from the fire or explosion.

But why only those two vertebrae?

You make a good point. I'll take another look.

Cam. Cam.

Has anyone said anything to you about, um...

- you know? - Us sleeping together?

You gotta be more careful about blurting it out like that. Voices carry, building like this.

- No one's around and you brought it up. - Angela is psychic about this kind of stuff.

You can't think about me when she's around. Especially not naked.

- I'll do my best. - Onyx, peridot, and Peruvian opal.

Probably jewellery. It's an unusual combination. Very expensive.

Lisa Winnaker was a waitress. I highly doubt that her tips would cover expensive jewellery.

A waitress having sex with a Colombian princeling.

You don't buy expensive jewellery for a one-night stand.

- Maybe Antonio lied about not knowing Lisa. - Exactly.

Yeah.

Angela found a jeweller named Lawrence Melvoy who works in this stuff.

- OK. - I'll start...

- All right, great. - Yeah.

- Take that? - Yeah, yeah.

- What happened? - Is this yours?

- Definitely. - Are these pieces expensive?

This piece was worth 8,000.

- Dollars? - My work is all original.

This one went to a young woman.

- Cheap shoes, expensive watch, you know? - No. I'm sorry. I don't know.

That combination means that someone else purchased this piece for the young woman.

Could... this be the woman?

- That's her. - Yeah.

- I need to know who made the purchase. - I don't know the buyer.

- You know how it was paid? - I have a bank routing number.

That'll do.

Hey, I've had a realisation. Oh, I've never seen you on the computer before.

I'm, uh, just trying to find out who bought Lisa Winnaker expensive jewellery.

Is me being on the computer your realisation?

No. Antonio Ramos could not have been Lisa Winnaker's attacker.

Why couldn't our prime suspect be the murderer?

- Antonio's arm has pins in it. - Pins?

Yeah. So he's maybe 30% of his normal strength.

Not enough to dislocate our victim's shoulder.

- So how? - How what?

How can you find the jewellery thing on the computer?

I have a bank routing number that dead-ends at an offshore account

belonging to a shell corporation in the Netherlands Antilles.

- Isn't that impossible to trace? - No. Since 9/11, all foreign wires

have to register an individual's name with the State Department.

So... I simply access the State Department database...

- Oh, hell. - What?

That little bastard is protecting someone.

If the computer says confidential, then it's confidential. I find it best not to argue.

Were you the one who authorised the block or did it come from higher up on the food chain?

Go through channels. Make a request.

- Go to hell. - Why are you being so mean?

"Go through channels" is just diplomatic double talk for "get lost".

- Can I talk to him? - Hello! Dr Brennan!

I'm just small, not invisible.

Under what circumstances in general would the State Department block a name like this?

Come on, Alex. Hey. Don't be one of them. Go on a limb, huh?

Fine. Might be an intelligence asset or someone under investigation.

It could be a request from Homeland Security. They do what they want.

Could be a CIA shell company masquerading as a bad guy.

Or a compromised bad guy. The IRS could be working offshore shelters.

- It could be someone with... - Ha! Ha!

- He didn't say anything. - He was about to say "diplomatic immunity".

So he bought her some jewellery. It doesn't mean he killed her.

It means he was lying when he said he met her for the first time that night.

Come on, Alex. This isn't evidence for court. I'm just collecting names.

Please. Like that's gonna work on me.

Whoever killed Lisa Winnaker is responsible for the deaths of four other people.

Don't you have to assure the families you're working to apprehend the responsible party?

- Are you threatening the State Department? - No.

- Yes. - What?

- That's a great idea. - What is?

FBI blackmailing the State Department.

He has diplomatic immunity. There's nothing you can do.

Come on, Alex. Baby steps.

No offence.

I just got that. It's baby steps because... you're so small.

It's probably offensive.

Sorry. I can't help you.

Sorry.

Brought you some coffee. It's late.

You said you found burned silk fibres on Lisa Winnaker's throat, right?

Yeah. The good stuff. Unwound filament. Probably Chinese.

None of this carded, combed, or spun stuff. And definitely not nubbly.

- What? - You are a man of odd enthusiasms.

I'm checking for silk neckties on the men at the party. Look at this.

Antonio two hours before the explosion.

All the evidence points towards him.

But Brennan says with his bad arm, there's no way he could've killed Lisa Winnaker.

I know something. And when you know it, you should know that I know.

But I don't feel we can discuss it until you know it independently from me.

- Are you sniffing my hair? - You called it. Man of odd enthusiasms.

Lisa Winnaker's finger is broken.

Almost every bone in her body was broken.

This break was professionally set.

It had started healing, I'd say around two weeks ago.

And before I cleaned the bones, I noticed this metallic sheen.

I thought it was a cheap ring, but it's aluminium. I think it was a splint.

- Do you draw a conclusion from that? - I don't really do that. That's why I called you.

I don't see how health insurance forms can help.

I'm gonna have these photocopied, OK?

Sure.

Anthropologically speaking, a man gives a woman a gift as a way of laying claim.

As a way of marking her as his to the other males in the community.

All I know is he gave her nice things.

When he started talking about breaking up, we were both surprised.

They were breaking up?

I told her not to give up that easy.

I told her that when it comes down to it,

a man like this, who's rich and sophisticated,

he'll do the right thing by you.

- You advised your daughter to get pregnant? - It sounds bad.

But there was no reason for Lisa to live the life I led.

Please tell me my daughter wasn't murdered because I told her to get pregnant.

Excuse me. Bones, can I talk to you for a moment?

Uh...

Excuse me.

- What did you do to her? - I don't know.

- Hospital admission forms. - What?

Look who dropped Lisa off at the emergency room.

Juan Vasco Ramos. That's Antonio's father.

Lisa was having an affair with the judge's husband, not her son.

- And he was leaving her. - How do you know that?

She told her daughter to get pregnant when it looked like Juan was about to dump her.

Lisa sees the boy drunk, decides to seduce him.

Has unprotected sex in an effort to get pregnant.

Dad finds out and suddenly the troublesome girlfriend is worth killing.

- She's worried her advice got Lisa killed. - She's probably right.

I'll call Radswell and have him bring Dad in for questioning.

Oh, you know what? I should leave you alone more often.

- Good morning. - Where's Juan Ramos?

He declined your invitation. He's gone home to Colombia.

- What airline? - Why? You can't do anything anyway.

- He killed five people! - Let's not go through the mortality list again.

I need to know what airline.

Private jet out of Kent Island Airport.

Even if we get there in time, how are we gonna stop them from taking off?

- Call Hodgins. - What can he do? This isn't about evidence.

Just give him a call.

Bugs, slime, particles. What's your poison?

Hodgins, just listen. Don't say anything. Just do as I ask.

- You there? - You told me not to say anything.

OK, listen to me. I need you in your craziest, most paranoid conspiracy mode

to call the FAA and tell them that a private flight to Bogot�

is about to leave Kent Island Private Airport and is carrying aliens, or terrorists, or...

You know what to do. Got any questions?

Just one. Full corps press, no holds barred, maximum effort?

Just stop the plane taking off.

- FBI! - Everybody out of the plane!

What happens to Hodgins if the State Department finds out?

Know what? Better they don't find out.

The FAA got a call saying Judge Ramos' plane

had been targeted by the National Liberation Army, a terrorist organisation in Colombia.

And you took it seriously?

Caller used a code phrase establishing the threat as authentic.

- Really? - A highly classified code phrase

known only to a gold-plated asset inside the terrorist organisation.

If it weren't, I might suspect you had something to do with it... Booth.

You seem to have trouble accepting that there is nothing you can do in these circumstances.

Well, Juan Ramos just flying out of here,

this whole diplomatic-immunity thing, the whole thing just stinks.

You should think it stinks too, Mr Radswell.

Put together your evidence. Submit it to State.

We present it to the Colombian authorities. They decide whether to levy charges.

That's our only option? Hope that a foreign government will lay charges

based on a forensics-heavy investigation done by American law enforcement?

Unless you can persuade him to give up diplomatic immunity, yes.

How long have we got?

As long as it takes to take apart a plane and put it back together again. Maybe 24 hours.

You said you have to be kept up to date on everything.

I might have been a bit too... You tend to be very literal.

Thermal dislocation can be very deceptive.

Typically, heat causes short bones to move at the ends. These were split in the middle.

What?

- Brennan! - Whoa. What'd I do?

T3 and T4 are behind the lungs. This is why we have to communicate more...

I have a cellphone, Dr Saroyan.

I found evidence of a perforation in the membrane of her lungs.

That could be connected to the T3 and T4 vertebrae damage.

Exactly. Could it have been pierced by a rib during the attack?

The ribs were not broken pre-explosion.

The vertebrae were pushed apart so they'd slide across the lung surface.

- That would cause a tear. - This is definitely a puncture.

Whatever it was was forced through the vertebrae.

- A knife? - Zack?

No cuts on the bone. Something softer than a blade.

To reach the lung from the back means moving through

the epidermis, dermis, hypodermis, subcutaneous fat,

and three layers of thoracic muscle fibre and connective tissue.

- Not to mention splitting those vertebrae. - That requires a lot of pressure,

suggesting the force of a leg, not an arm.

It's as though Juan Ramos drove something into Lisa Winnaker's back with his foot.

Like a golf tee?

- A golf tee? That makes no sense. - I'm not sure what we're looking for.

- A sharp implement. - He has a pen in his pocket.

Wait. How would he force a pen through her back with his foot?

- Judge Ramos is 5' 9"? - Yeah.

Why is she the same height as her husband?

Three-inch stiletto heels.

We assumed the killer was six feet tall and a he.

But what if it was a 5' 9" woman wearing three-inch heels?

Could Judge Ramos have driven her heel into Lisa Winnaker's back as she strangled her?

She finds out the waitress is having sex with both her husband and her son,

- trying to get pregnant. That's motive. - Also, before the fire,

she has a beautiful silk wrap on.

Afterwards, it's gone.

That's what she used to strangle Lisa Winnaker.

Great. It was Judge Ramos. She did it. Very compelling evidence. Excellent.

But you know what? Too bad. It's useless.

Unless we can find a way to make Judge Ramos waive her diplomatic immunity.

How are we gonna do that?

Go grab a cup of coffee.

- I'll figure it out. - Bones, let's get some pie.

Pie? Why are we having pie?

Cherry pie. Not too tart, not too sweet.

Oh, yeah, baby. That's what I'm talking about.

Wow.

Hey, love is in the purified and ionised lab air.

Why should we resist?

Go.

A woman like Judge Ramos, who stood up to drug cartels, did the right thing,

it's hard to imagine her killing another human being.

She's strong. That's why she stood up to the cartels who live on after her daughter died.

Look, her point of view, Lisa Winnaker was threatening her family. So she snapped.

- Will she get away with it? - Yeah.

I think she will.

OK. We all got together...

Well, Zack wouldn't help until I threatened him. But the rest of us.

The blowback pattern shows that Lisa Winnaker's killer was six feet tall.

Antonio Ramos is six feet tall.

Lisa Winnaker had sex immediately before her demise.

DNA tests show it was with Antonio Ramos.

Lisa Winnaker was strangled with a silk ligature. Antonio Ramos favours silk ties.

Why are you manipulating the facts to sound like Antonio was the killer?

It's OK, Bones. Let her... let her continue.

Because of his broken arm,

Antonio was forced to place his foot on Lisa Winnaker's back, damaging her vertebrae.

You're misrepresenting the evidence and omitting key facts.

It's a bluff. Cops do it all the time.

So you think if we frame Antonio, Judge Ramos will confess to save her own son.

What mother wouldn't?

- Bones? - No. No.

It's no different than lying to get a confession.

Or having Hodgins call the FAA with a fake terrorism tip.

- He did what? - Now suddenly there's a line?

- You can't allow this. - I'm 100% against it.

You hate diplomatic immunity.

When it's interfering with my investigation.

- But the world's bigger than that. - What do you mean?

We cheat diplomatic immunity here in DC, we catch a murderer. That's great.

They do it in Upper Kamikazistan and our boys end up on a red-hot spit over a slow fire.

There's no such place as Kamikazistan.

We ignore diplomatic immunity and the world finds out, it's open season on Americans.

So you know what?

Thanks for the effort and the fake file.

But let's just remember, all right? We're the good guys.

- I'm gonna need that real evidence file too. - OK.

- Even if this were true... - It's true.

...my family and I have diplomatic immunity. - That's politics.

A woman like you, a judge, a prosecutor, has given up their whole life for justice.

You can't live with what you did to Lisa Winnaker.

- What next? - The FBI formally hands this evidence to me.

I give it to the ambassador, he gives it to the attorney general.

And the State Department gets what you've been working for all along.

This mess in another country.

All parties play it by the rules. That's diplomacy.

Still, speaking outside of my role as a member of the State Department,

- the attorney general is not a friend to you. - No. He is not.

This evidence is political ammunition. There'll almost certainly be a trial.

And he would certainly want you in jail. Which would mean...

The cartels have been trying to kill me for years.

In prison, they would succeed on the first day.

They would torture and kill you.

Might I make a suggestion?

Waive your diplomatic immunity and be tried fairly here in the United States.

What's it gonna be, Judge?

I turn this evidence over to an American prosecutor or to Mr Radswell?

I waive diplomatic immunity.

Well, look at 'em down there, huh?

Probably falsifying evidence.

I'm not sure I can totally trust Dr Saroyan after that.

You know, Bones, Cam's a cop at heart.

She...

She just wants to catch the bad guys. There are a lot of grey areas.

Not for you. You did the right thing.

Yeah. It worked out is all.

You did the right thing.

Uh-oh.

Shouldn't we do something?

Are you kidding?

Hodgins being abducted by Men in Black?

That's a dream come true.

What's that mean?

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