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This cemetery has been connected to our parish for almost 200 years.

3am the water main broke. It felt like an earthquake.

Coffins were bursting out of the ground.

Are you all right?

I've had some stomach problems lately. This isn't helping.

Last person was buried over 50 years ago. I don't know how you'll figure out who's who.

With burial records, identification should be pretty straightforward. Let's see.

Female. 40 to 50 years old.

Severe osteoporosis. Dress and jewellery place burial around the late 19th century.

This one's in pieces.

What's going on? You're giving them church records?

The burial records, Father, so they can identify and reinter the remains.

Those records are my responsibility. You go through me before allowing their release.

- I'm sorry, Father. I saw no harm in it. - I still run this parish.

- I understand. - I'm Father William Donlan.

- This is Dr Brennan, from the Jeffersonian... - They can't speak for themselves?

I'm Dr Addy. Are you one of those priests who smacks schoolchildren with rulers?

That's not allowed any more.

We do need those burial records, and since this is a federally protected historic site...

Fine, but I'll expect you to show respect for where you are. This is consecrated ground.

- When did you say the last burial was? - 1951.

This is a male buried no more than five years ago without a casket.

Impossible.

There's evidence of trauma. Looks like a fatal assault.

Arrange a forensic team. Hodgins will want soil for bugs and particulates. I'll call Booth.

I'm afraid your ground was consecrated as a crime scene, Father.

The priest made a complaint.

He said that you made fun of consecrated grounds.

- No, I didn't. Perhaps I was a bit colourful. - Colourful?

Writerly. I'm a bestselling author.

- The victim is 30 to 40 years old. - He's an old-school priest.

So I walk on eggshells cos someone believes a plot of earth has supernatural properties

- because somebody waved a wand over it? - The Church doesn't use wands.

- Fine. Magic water. - Magic!

- Holy water. - The terminology makes it real?

I can't work with you on this.

What? The victim was clearly murdered. We investigate murders together.

There's evidence of blood pooling on the frontal bone

and no concentric fractures - that requires investigation.

Don't attack my beliefs. You should have sailed off with your boyfriend.

A man who believes in an invisible superbeing wants to run my personal life.

Death was quick, caused by craniocerebral trauma.

By the way, 90% of the world believes in God.

Once most people were certain the sun revolved around the Earth.

I don't think that this is about religion at all.

We have issues that are affecting our working relationship, you're afraid to deal with them,

so you lash out at my religion.

Can't you be satisfied that if wrong, I'll burn in hell?

- Tempting. - Good. How about we get back to work?

I think we both still want to find out who killed this man.

So a shovel hit the water main?

The shovel was found a few feet from where the water main burst, buried in some worms.

- They say Christmas only comes once a year. - Metal shavings match the shovel.

Someone was digging, broke the water main, resurrecting the dead.

Why was someone digging up the cemetery at three in the morning?

- To dig up the victim? - Move him to another location.

Yeah, or bury someone else.

- Dark. - Yeah, and this place is always so sunny.

- Here's our victim. - Found caterpillar casings in his eye sockets.

Means he was buried about three years ago.

He has kind eyes. How do you know he had kind eyes?

- I had to make a choice, so I chose kind. - And you wonder why I love you.

Is she not fantastic?

You aren't seriously asking me to be a part of this?

Get your rendering to Booth to show the priests.

I am gonna go resaturate the dried blood, see if it's of any value.

Murder? I don't believe it was murder.

It's not a matter of faith, Father. The injuries are definitive.

You ever hear of the sin of pride, young woman? You could be wrong.

Dr Brennan here is the best in her field.

He would have been buried about three years ago.

I've been here 41 years.

I would know if someone had killed and buried a man in my cemetery.

- You seem quite proud yourself. - I don't need to be insulted.

- Knock it off. - What? The rules don't apply to him?

Have you offered your guests any tea or snacks, Father?

Isn't that why you're here?

I see someone wants his roast dry and overcooked tonight.

Hi, I'm Lorraine. I'm the parish administrator. I have some refreshments inside.

- Father Matt is there if you need him. - Nicknames for priests.

Last Sunday, he had the whole congregation holding hands.

No wonder there's no respect.

Would you mind taking a look at this sketch we have here, please?

So, do you recognise him?

- No. No, I do not. - You're sure?

I'm not senile.

I can name every child I baptised,

every person I gave the last rites to, every plant on these grounds, over 200.

That's aconite. This is Origanum vulgare.

Over there are yew trees.

The Druids first thought the yew tree was sacred. The Christians adopted the belief.

- Stop. - I'm just making conversation.

If there's nothing else, I'd like to finish pruning.

You go have tea with the hippie priest.

- Follow me. - Now.

I've been here three years. The archdiocese sent me to breathe some life into the parish.

I started a sports programme, organised singles dances.

Not easy for Father Donlan to accept.

So you don't believe in all the supernatural mythology he does.

If you mean the Holy Trinity,

transubstantiation, and the Resurrection, I certainly do.

- But you seem like an intelligent man. - You have to excuse her.

No need. God has a soft spot even for the atheists.

- This is fantastic. What is it? - She's trying to concentrate, Booth.

It's an orange-berry pound cake.

I'm sorry. I don't think I recognise him.

- How long have you been here? - I've been here 23 years next month.

My mother died when I was 12. The parish took me in.

- I've been administrator for seven years. - Father Donlan raised Lorraine.

Wait. You're not gonna eat that, are you, Father?

No. My stomach hasn't been too fond of me lately.

Then let's get out of your way.

Perhaps a nap wouldn't be a bad idea.

Is there anyone else we can show the sketch to?

Why don't you bring it to Mass on Sunday?

Some of the parishioners have been there a long time.

- Are you sure? - I'm trying to build a community here.

If we can't work together to help solve a crime like this, then I'm not doing my job.

It doesn't help for you to insult the priest. We need to gain their trust so they'll help us.

Matt wasn't threatened. You were.

- We're not working well together. - Because you're bossy and judgmental.

Problems between people, it's never just one person's fault.

What about Hitler? He did pretty well on his own.

Bones, just... come with me to go see Dr Wyatt, just once.

No. Therapy is a vague and inexact process. The man shouldn't even be called a doctor.

Well, he helped me.

Are you so threatened that you can't even do a favour for someone that you call a friend?

I will speak my mind, Booth. I will speak my mind.

OK.

It's 7:30, Hodgins.

I thought maybe the same shovel was used as the murder weapon.

The metal residue on the skull is a silver alloy.

You said you were gonna be finished in a minute. That was an hour ago.

If I can narrow down the smelting process of the silver,

maybe I can figure out what kind of weapon we're looking for.

- I love it when you talk about smelting. - You do?

- Mm-hm. - Mm-hm?

- Move in with me. - What?

We already live together. Just... just move in.

- No, we don't. - You've taken over my closet.

It's over half-full. And over half is the common-law definition of living together.

I... I have my own place, Jack.

- I need my place. - I need you.

Do I have to throw cold water on you two?

- We were just... - Just try to keep it off the internet, OK?

So, I have bad news. We've all been exposed to coccidioidomycosis,

a fungal infection from breathing graveyard dirt.

Symptoms include nausea, weakness, fever...

- I feel fine. - Yeah, me too.

...decreased libido... - I'm listening.

- We're all gonna get shots. - Sounds good.

- Very good, yeah. - Thought so.

She calls God my invisible friend.

You talk to somebody who isn't there. I'm sure the doctor questions it.

My beliefs aren't at issue here, Dr Brennan.

She's intolerant, it affects our relationship.

Yes, he is very difficult to work with. Booth said that you can fix us, so...

"What now is proved was once only imagined."

"The rat, the mouse, the fox, the rabbit watch the roots."

"The lion, the tiger, the horse, the elephant... watch the fruits."

"The cistern contains, the fountain...

overflows."

- What? - Surely you get the reference.

William Blake.

Blake is telling us that we're all at the mercy of our fundamental natures.

Which is nonsense, of course, but when we understand our natures,

we understand the resulting conflicts.

- What? - I hate psychology.

As do I. It applies a patina of science

over what is essentially a dark and complex set of roiling unknowables.

You see? What?

- You weren't fighting about religion. - But that's what Booth said.

Religion provided the flash point you needed to expose an underlying issue.

I will find out what that issue is, help you resolve it,

and set right the balance of dark and light in the universe.

Isn't he great?

O merciful Christ Jesus,

wash away our sins...

Shouldn't Brennan be here with you... instead of me?

We're dealing with a few work issues.

Trouble in paradise?

Just spending some time apart.

Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to pray. Thank you.

- Did you two sleep together? - Do you see where we are?

You don't talk like that in church.

- OK. I mean... - Don't.

What does that lab do to you people?

It's just that...

This feels like a couple's thing. And now that Sully is gone...

It's not. It's a work thing.

Mm.

So is us being here, so stay focused.

... full of joy and eternal peace. Amen.

I have a unusual request before I dismiss you today.

We have Special Agent Booth and Miss Montenegro with us.

They need our help identifying the victim found in our cemetery.

I know none of us want to get involved in something so ugly, but as Jesus said:

"Whatever you do for the least of these brothers of mine, you do for me."

So, please, if you recognise the sketch, let them know.

How about you, Enzo? Enzo never misses Mass. Right, Enzo?

Sorry, Father. I can't help you.

Um, excuse me.

Could you give him a beard and make him heavier?

Yeah, I think I can manage that.

James was an altar boy here when he was younger.

Um,

l-I think...

Does this look like Father McCourt to anyone else?

- Yeah, that could be him. - Someone killed a priest?

Thank you, James.

Father McCourt was here before me. I replaced him three years ago.

I was told he left the priesthood.

I suppose it might resemble Father McCourt.

- So much for that sharp memory. - Father McCourt wasn't here for long.

The eyes are wrong. That's how you recognise someone.

Father McCourt's eyes were hollow, cold.

- You two didn't get along. - I was his confessor.

You know I can't say anything.

Can you tell me anything?

Just... he was very secretive.

He'd disappear for hours. Some nights he wouldn't even come back to the rectory.

One day he was gone. Left a note saying he was leaving the priesthood.

All right, thanks.

I've identified some odd postmortem injuries on the old bodies.

Snapped fingers, fractured wrists, abrasions on the ligamenta flava.

- And I found traces of gold in some fractures. - I don't get it.

The person who ruptured the water main was a grave robber.

Dr Brennan told me she saw injuries like this in Tibet.

Broken bones and bone markings from yanking jewellery and valuables off remains.

Which means McCourt could have been struck by a shovel,

but also he could have been struck by a valuable the grave robber found.

So our grave robber comes to a nice quiet graveyard

next to a nice quiet church whenever he's in need of extra cash.

Only to be surprised by Father McCourt, who gets his head bashed in for his trouble.

During the 19th century, they photographed the deceased before burial.

We identified these two people.

Gertrude Waters, died 1873,

and Horace Rutledge, died 1901.

- Their valuables were missing? - Yes.

Dr Hodgins believes the grave robber is working in sections, the oldest first,

where the artefacts have the most value.

Who takes care of the cemetery? Landscaper? Janitor?

Father Donlan does all the gardening. It's his obsession.

Other than that, the occasional parishioner will rake leaves or shovel snow.

You all right?

You know, I can't quite shake this bug.

And I've got a wrestling team to coach. Do you mind?

You were in proximity with remains. You were probably exposed to a fungal infection.

Is that bad?

- No. - Yeah.

I'll have my office arrange for treatment.

Thank you.

That is serious bling.

FBI is trying to track the jewellery to pawn shops and fences.

I'm checking online auction sites. This stuff could net a fortune.

- Enough to kill a priest? - Apparently.

Hey, have you noticed anything going on between Brennan and Booth?

- This sounds good. - There is tension.

Ever since Brennan let Sully sail off into the sunset without her.

No, I didn't notice. But I didn't notice that you didn't want to live with me.

Hodgins...

- If you are getting cold feet... - Only you would feel them.

- Angela... - We'll discuss it at lunch.

- The Egyptian place? - Just got off the phone with the CDC.

The fungal infection is rare enough that they'd have records of anyone who was infected.

- But I need your samples for the strain. - You got it.

Yeah, I got no problem with this place.

It's where Bones and the squints get their answers. See?

Thumbs in the belt. That's a very aggressive stance. Very male.

Crossed arms. Defensive.

Disdain. But let's not worry about what you do with your hands.

What you must do is recognise your negative feelings

for what is, after all, Dr Brennan's domain, and verbalise them.

- Verbalise them. What, now? - Mm-hm.

This place is too, uh... It's too shiny, you know?

Bright.

- It's clean. - And clean is bad?

Death isn't clean. Especially murder, which is our business.

This place is completely fake. It's bogus.

You'd like to destroy the entire edifice.

I'd like to rip the whole edifice down with my bare hands or set it on fire.

Except there's nothing to burn. All the plastic, metal, flashing lights, arithmetic...

Where is a guy, a normal guy who believes in intuition and the soul and good and evil...

- And God. - Yes.

Where's a guy supposed to stand?

Your problem with Dr Brennan is that you don't know what will or will not catch fire

or where you stand.

- What? - That's good.

No, that's... that's very good.

The CDC shows that you contracted coccidioidomycosis three years ago.

The only case in the area.

You know, I used to do a lot of odd jobs around the parish.

I'd help Father Donlan. That's how I contracted it.

Nice try, Enzo, but your name also came up on the auction site

that was selling jewellery from the graves.

Which you might have gotten away with if you hadn't hit the water main.

- I want a lawyer. - Nice way to get him to clam up. Thanks.

What?

So why'd you kill Father McCourt?

- I didn't kill anybody. - Ah! He's talking again.

You think that I'd kill a priest?

Your record also shows you were assigned to court-appointed drug counselling.

OK, look, I had a drug problem and I needed money.

I saw these pictures in the rectory, jewellery just buried, you know.

I figured no one would miss it.

I didn't kill anybody, OK?

Father McCourt and me, we never had that problem. I wasn't his type. Too old.

- What the hell is that supposed to mean? - I think it's an implication of paedophilia.

I know, Bones. It's stress.

Who, Enzo? Who was his type?

Talk to James, OK? The kid who ID'd him.

- # Na na na - # Oh, yeah

- # Ba da na na - # Yeah, yeah

# Can we wait just a minute?

# Slow it down for a minute now, baby...

So, is this really Cleopatra's bed?

Perfect replica for the new exhibit. We're just making it a little bit more authentic.

- Your feet aren't cold any more. - Nice try.

Hey, I thought I was successful. But if you want me to try harder...

We can't keep our hands off each other.

- I think about you all the time. - Mm-hm.

Moving in is the next logical step.

I have a lease.

I have an estate. I'll buy out your lease.

- Shh. We only have 15 more minutes. - You said that we would talk.

- Yeah, well, guess what. - Hm?

I got distracted.

# Let the music make you move

# Move

I can't believe Father McCourt's dead.

I mean, I thought he just took off.

- You two were pretty close. - Yeah.

- I was an altar boy. - So was I.

I liked our priest too, but, um...

What? You think what everyone else does, don't you?

I don't know. What does everybody else think?

Because we spent so much time together, he was...

touching me and stuff.

Really? Because, you know, if he did and you got mad one day and...

And killed him?

You think I killed Father McCourt?

He never touched me, not even once. He was my best friend.

My dad bailed on us when I was three. Father McCourt came to my ball games.

He yelled at me about my grades. He was the only one who cared.

- Father Donlan didn't even believe me. - Father Donlan?

Yeah.

A month before Father McCourt disappeared, Father Donlan came to my house.

He said he knew what Father McCourt was doing to me.

He was screaming that Father McCourt was going to pay for his sins.

I'm telling you, it was scary. That old priest was crazy.

He was just crazy.

Yes, I was strict with Father McCourt.

I'm strict with all the priests who are assigned to my parish.

How strict, Father?

I'm not a New Age priest like Father Matt.

The Church should be firm and act as an immovable bulwark in the face of change.

Organised belief systems which fail to adapt to changing mores

are demoted from religions to acknowledged metaphoric myth systems.

I mean, no one worships Odin any more or Zeus.

- Thanks. I can take it from here. - You kicking me out?

Yes! All he can think about now is giving you catechism. I need him to answer.

Wyatt's psychology isn't working.

Father, I contacted the archdiocese about St Agatha's,

and they said quite a few priests have come and gone during your tenure.

- Given who they've sent me, I've done well. - Who did they send you?

Priests who need firm guidance, for the most part.

In 1997, a complaint was sworn against you for assault.

- Is that your idea of firm guidance? - It was not assault, but corporal punishment.

- An altar boy was drinking sacramental wine. - And you caned him.

The charges were dropped. I learned my lesson, and I have never struck anyone since.

In your opinion, did Father McCourt pay too much attention to James Levay?

- You should ask James. - I did.

James told us that you suspected the worst.

He was frightened at how angry you were.

I regret scaring him. He was only a child.

There are greenstick fractures on the victim's left ulna, as well as his fibula and some ribs.

- Wounds from the struggle. - There's no evidence of a struggle.

These occurred postmortem when he was dragged, probably for burial.

But even dragging shouldn't have caused those fractures.

The matrix of the bone was weakened. The cause could be genetic.

Or it could be some medicine that compromised the tissue.

I'll need samples for tox screens.

See these tiny metallic fragments embedded in the skull? It's silver.

Then I'll assume he wasn't struck by a shovel.

The silver was smelted by lead reduction.

The fluxes used indicate it's probably from the Napoleonic wars.

One of our old skeletons was ID'd as a bishop.

- Bishop Jursik, died 1889. - Yeah, his robes were worth a fortune.

Let's find out if he was buried with something silver - a sceptre, or a shepherd's crook,

or something else suitable for skull-cracking.

Booth kicked me out of here.

For you to say "kicked out" means that you've acquiesced in the idea that this is his domain.

Domain. Yes. He's good at questioning people.

He can... He can tell when they're lying.

Can you?

I've learned a lot from him about people.

But...

It's not that Booth has a sixth sense.

There is demonstrably no sixth sense to have.

Obviously he reads minutiae of body language, pupil dilation...

Yes. You don't sound very satisfied with your own argument there, do you?

Booth likes to say, "There are more things in heaven and earth, Bones,

than are dreamt of in your science."

That's, um, a bastardisation of a writer named Shakespeare, from a play called Hamlet.

Yes, yes. I was... I was, um... I was aware of that.

So, if you're so uncomfortable here, why come?

Because.

Something goes on in here. He does something.

And you want to find out what it is, dissect it, so you can do it yourself.

- Yes. - So that you can do it without Booth.

So you won't need him any more.

- No. - No?

No, I just want to observe.

Surely if you want to observe you can do that the other side of the mirror,

instead of insisting on being in this room with him, out of your element.

Observation isn�t just seeing, Dr Wyatt. It's experiencing.

Ideally, I prefer being inside Booth's head, seeing and feeling things the way he does.

Then maybe I'd understand.

Be one with him.

In a scientific sense.

Booth needs me. Hodgins has a line on the murder weapon.

Ta-ta, then. We're done here.

Thanks.

We need to know what artefacts were buried with Bishop Jursik.

There was no photograph of his burial in the paperwork we received.

I'm not allowed to pull interment records without Father Donlan's permission.

- Where is she going? - Bones, Bones.

You are approaching the altar. Very sensitive area.

OK.

You must have known Father McCourt well. Did him and Father Matt have similar tastes?

The only similarity I know of was that they were from the same seminary.

- The same seminary? - Look, Agent Booth,

there's so much suspicion and innuendo these days.

This is a good parish. The father ensures that.

- What's that? - It's the chalice.

It's the vessel in which the wine is transformed into the blood of Christ.

- Don't touch it. - It will be touched. It's silver,

and these little eagles are a common Napoleonic motif.

You're saying that it's possible that this could be a murder weapon?

Yeah. Can we take this with us, or do we need to serve a warrant on God?

It's a match. The silver fragments in Father McCourt's skull came from that chalice.

That officially looks the least like a murder weapon than any I've seen.

The green-bone response indicated the injury was inflicted perimortem.

He might have been dead when he was struck.

- So we have no cause of death. - Yes, we do.

McCourt was poisoned, an alkaloid called taxine.

- Could it be accidental? - Not at these concentrations.

I'll go compile a list of possible sources of poison at the church.

- So what if they went to the same seminary? - Why didn't Father Matt mention it?

This is intuition. You're subconsciously recalling pupil dilation or pheromones?

We're not talking the same language here.

No, no, no, that's not a butcher. Come here, Tony.

Why do you always pick me, Father? Pick Sam.

Let's go. Watch.

Now, from here, Tony can reach around to my right arm,

he uses his left knee against my left hip, and...

OK? Tony's in control. I'm helpless, and he can score some back points.

Good job, Tony. Let me up.

That's the butcher. Learn it. Love it.

Use it to smite your enemies in the name of our loving Lord.

Pair up. Get it right.

Kid took me down for real. That shot must not be working, Doc.

- So, what can I do for you today? - Father, I...

You and Father McCourt were in seminary at the same time.

Right. But I never met Father McCourt.

What? You guys never got together, compared wrestling moves?

I didn't know him there. Did you know everyone at your college?

You do know why he was sent here.

Yeah, I've heard the rumours. That's all.

Do you base all your investigations on rumours, Agent Booth?

He has a point, Booth.

St Agatha has been a dumping ground for troubled priests for some time,

so it's reasonable to suggest that you're one of them.

I told you why I was sent here.

All right, again.

I got work to do.

OK, listen up.

So you think Father Donlan is the killer?

- Matt killed McCourt and took his post. - Why?

Because McCourt was going to admit to being a paedophile, maybe accuse Matt,

if they knew each other. Of course, there's no evidence of that.

- I have no intuition. - None. Zilch.

You have no analytical skills. You're all about emotion and feeling.

They say that means you have a well-developed feminine side.

- Who says that? - Psychologists.

- It's you who believes in them. - Let's stick to the case.

We know that Father Donlan is this harsh judgmental guy,

keeps being sent these problematic priests. McCourt, Father Matt...

- No proof. - But, Bones, it happens, all right?

Anyways, Father Donlan's getting old, he can't deal, so he takes action.

- Old Testament action? - You're attacking God.

I'm not attacking God. He doesn't exist, so how can?

Quarrelling? Yes, of course you are. A cup of coffee, please, Vera darling.

I'm here to put right what has been rent asunder.

- He's figured us out. - Yes.

- From three meetings. - I knew your problem right off the bat.

If you'll forgive a cricketing metaphor. The meetings were for fun.

Booth never knows where to stand when he's in the lab.

Feels like teats on a bull whenever he's there.

Ditto Dr Brennan in the interrogation room. Simple geography, sense of belonging, etc.

- But that's not the main problem. - He can't know.

Yes, I do.

You're both afraid that the reason Dr Brennan

didn't sail off into the sunset with her boyfriend Sully

might have been because of her ties to Agent Booth.

You are both quite wrong.

- Why didn't I go with Sully? - How does he know?

Sully is perfect. We communicated well. The sex was incredible.

He invited me to sail around the South Seas in a beautiful yacht for a year.

- Why would anyone turn that down? - In my opinion,

you are unable to lead a purposeless life at this stage in your psychosocial development.

Which is an issue you should address,

because some purposelessness is necessary to lead a full life.

- I hate psychology. - Because he says this tension is your fault.

On the contrary. If anything, your issues are more pronounced,

given that your behaviour has been affected by

an irrational fear of being responsible for somebody else's destiny.

- That makes sense. - Now you like psychology.

I think you'll be able to work together fine now that your minds have been set at ease.

Thank you, Vera.

Ta-ta, then.

- You, uh, feel anything? - Feel?

Yeah. You must feel something.

I do.

You know what I feel?

- Father Matt has been sick a long time. - He got treated for the fungus.

- But he hasn't recovered. - So?

I feel that's weird. His symptoms should have cleared up by now.

I feel that since Father McCourt was poisoned...

We should have Father Matt checked for the same poison.

- What? - We're back.

We're back.

- Poisoned? - Yes, Father, by something called taxine.

- Father McCourt was poisoned? - The poison's derived from yew tree needles.

We have yew trees at St Agatha's.

Symptoms include nausea, vomiting, increased salivation,

stomachache, diarrhoea, spasms and death.

Well, I have all of those.

- Except for death. - So far.

We suspect the poison weakened him, made him unable to defend himself.

Defend himself from whom?

- Someone much weaker than himself. - Say, an old man?

- Yellow. - What does that mean?

The good news is we can make you better.

Bad news is someone's trying to kill you.

Things are all right?

The psychiatrist said we were both concerned Booth was why I didn't run off with Sully.

- It wasn't? - No.

It's because I'm unable to live a life without focus,

so sailing around paradise with a man I adore...

You believe that?

If I expect people to defer to me as an anthropologist, I have to concede to others.

- Right. - Our working relationship has improved, so...

- Maybe I should talk to this guy. - Wait. Why?

Hodgins asked me to move in with him, but I'm not sure.

I mean, what's the problem? Hodgins is perfect.

I'm nuts about him.

I'll call the doctor.

I'm certain that I'm innocent of whatever it is you think I did this time.

Can you identify this clipping, sir?

- Taxus baccata. European or common yew. - Then you're aware that it's poisonous?

Did you bring me here to test my botanical knowledge?

Both Father McCourt and Father Matt suffered yew poisoning.

- The hell you say. - Is he allowed to say that?

Dr Brennan's people can prove that the poison from the yew tree is from your yard.

- Both Fathers McCourt and Sands? - It's why Father Matt has been so sick.

Can you think of anyone else who'd want to poison these two priests, aside from you?

No. No one.

I'm going to need a lawyer. A damned Jesuit would be best.

- Are you confessing, Father? - Yes, I did it.

What?

When this goes to trial, Father,

you're gonna have to place your hand on the Holy Bible

and swear to God to tell the truth.

You gonna be able to do that?

- What's going on? - Get me my lawyer.

- See, I don't think you will. - Why?

You didn't do it. It's time to render unto Caesar.

On one condition.

I take the confession.

- I never set out to kill Father McCourt. - You poisoned him.

I saw the way he looked at James Levay.

I tried to give him just enough poison to make him too sick to want to...

But he fell and hit his head.

He wasn't breathing. I had to make sure he was dead. I...

I couldn't bury him without making sure.

- And the heaviest thing was the chalice. - And Father Matt?

Wrestling.

Boys were all over him. And I knew better this time.

Less poison.

Father McCourt was a mistake, Father. I...

Lorraine, there was no proof that Father McCourt touched anyone.

Only rumours. And Father Matt...

You were so angry at Father Matt. I see how you look at him.

Because he was sent here to replace me.

What you saw was my own pride, my own weakness.

- Father Matt is a good man. - I was trying to help.

I was just trying to help.

Do you absolve me, Father?

We're not alone with God, Lorraine.

This is not that kind of confession.

# I wait for the day

# To break me

# I look up to the sky

# The time comes

# The time comes

# The time comes

# The time comes

# The time comes

# The time comes

# And then it goes

# Then it goes away

Excuse us.

Dr Wyatt, we need you to do it with her.

Would that I could,

but unfortunately my heart belongs to another.

No, it's actually, my... boyfriend asked me to move in with him,

and I need to know if I should or not.

I told her to come talk to you.

I absolutely refuse to be relegated to the role

of some sort of advice columnist or daytime television shrink.

Brennan says you're the only psychological type who's ever made any sense to her.

Yes, well, now you're flattering me, so obviously I'm helpless.

What made you think you should move in with him in the first place?

- The closet test. - Over half his closet is filled with my things.

I see. What about your own closet? It overfloweth with his things?

Uh, no, it doth not.

Then I suggest you wait until it does, thus rendering you manifest equals,

tabling until that day the vexed question of who should move in with whom.

- He is good. - I told you.

As a stopgap, you should remove enough clothing from his closet

so as to occupy less than 30% of the space.

You know, the accent makes everything that you say sound really smart.

"Stopgap."

You're not leaving, are you, Dr Brennan?

Booth and I have to put our notes together for the prosecutor, so...

So, you and Booth, um... you making any further assumptions about each other?

No. No assumptions.

- Thanks. - Good.

Well, look at that. You fixed them too.

Mm-hm.

Listen up, Monty Python. You got it right with Hodgins and I,

but we both know that you are full of it on the other thing.

I have no idea to what you refer.

Brennan didn't run off with Sully because she cannot live a life without focus.

- She stayed because of Booth. - Now you're projecting, Ms Montenegro.

Agent Booth and Dr Brennan are not you and Dr Hodgins.

- I stand by my diagnosis. - You stand by the FBI.

Your first priority is to get agents back into the field, solving murders.

Your romanticism is endearing, but as the Bard says:

"Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,

Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend

More than cool reason ever comprehends."

He also says, "Journeys end in lovers meeting,

Every wise man's son doth know."

Ha. Excellent.

You betcha... Monty.

Mmmm.

- You are good. - Mm.

What's that mean?

English SDH