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No, look,
just tell all the dudes

that Rachel will be here,
dressed as a sexy nurse.

Because, look,
if Rachel shows up,

all the guys will show up.
If all the guys show up

all the girls show up--
it's simple math.

Dude...

seriously, is this where you
think the keg should go?

I mean, where else
would I put it?

You put it up top,
so it's hard to get to.

Makes the beer
last longer.

Yeah, but I saw a rat

come out of the floor
over there, earlier.

It's a Halloween party.

Just think of the rats
as decoration, you know?

See? It's perfect.

Preston! Are you okay?

What?

Oh! Ow!

Okay, we are not running
out of candy this year.

I got about 15 pounds.

Booth!

You know how I feel
about candy!

Do you know how bad it is

for children's
endocrine systems?

Come on! It's Halloween,
all bets are off.

Besides, I mean, look at this

as, uh,
an insurance policy, right?

I mean, last year,
we ran out of candy,

you started passing out raisins,

and then we ended up getting
our house egged.

Whoa! What is that?

Is that a brain?

I am making edible props

for Christine's
Halloween party at school.

Last year, Olivia's mom
brought plastic eyeballs,

which were completely
unrealistic, so...

I concocted some brains

out of agar gelatin
and food dye.

Oh, so that's, like, edible!

Look at that,
it's like Jell-O! Mmm!

Oh! Booth!
Huh?

That was a model!
That's an actual brain

I brought back from the lab!

Aah! Oh! God!

Got ya.

What do you mean, got me?

I was pranking you.

As is the tradition
for this time of year.

Aha, right, okay.
So that's how it is.

Yes, and you fell for it.

You really believed
that was a brain?

Ugh! Okay, all right.
This does not end here.

Oh.

Actually...

I'm afraid it does.

Who throws a kegger
in a church?

That's sacrilegious.

No, quite the opposite.

All Hallow's Eve is a
religious festival

that employs humor

and ridicule to...

confront the power of death.

What about the body
under the floorboards?

Murder is never humorous.

Unlike my prank, which
was objectively hilarious.

Okay, laugh it up there,
okay, squint girl, huh?

Okay, so what
do we got here?

Oh, I found no fluids
surrounding the corpse.

So the body must've
exsanguinated

before being brought here.

"Sang-uin-ated." Okay.

Any idea when?

Well, these are Staphylinidae.

They're punctual little fellas.

Means the victim's been dead

for two to three days.

Oh! Whoa, whoa!

What's with the demon eyes?

Michael Vincent,
he flushed my lenses,

so these are all I had.

Right, I mean, of course you
have demon prescription lenses.

Right?
You don't?

Just change them up as soon
as you can, okay, Beelzebub?

The small mastoid processes
and the less-pronounced

supraorbital ridge
indicate the victim was female.

And based on the elasticity
of the epidermis,

she couldn't have been over 30.

What I want to know is why

the killer dumped her
in this church.

Well, the killing
could be ritualistic.

You guys are gonna want
to look at this.

What do we have over here?

Check this out.

Is this a door?

Looks like a mortsafe.

What's that?

A mortsafe was an iron coffin.

They used it
in order to try

and prevent grave-robbing.

Does anyone know
what that symbol means?

Could be initials.

Possibly corresponding
to a family name.

We'll need to bring this
to the lab for further analysis.

Someone
opened it recently.

Okay, what do you say
we open that up there?

Ooh!

Oh!

Judging from the style

and condition
of the uniform,

this body likely dates
from the 18th century.

Judging from the movies I've
seen, this is a British Redcoat.

Your methodology is imperfect,

but I'm inclined to agree.

And what happened to his head?

It's definitely not in here.

One mystery at
a time, here, okay?

My question is what do
these two bodies

have to do with each other?

Whoa!

Oops.

Happy Halloween.

♪ Bones 11x05 ♪
The Resurrection in the Remains
Original Air Date on October 29, 2015

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I pulled the most amusing prank

on Booth this morning.

You pulled a prank?

Yes, and he fell for it.

I convinced him that
a gelatinous brain mold

I made for Christine's school
was an actual human brain

after he'd taken a bite.

Well, I would've
loved to see his face.

Based on the subpubic angle,
this victim was male.

Length of femur indicates
he was close to six feet.

Oh, that is unusual
for a man of his era.

His redcoat uniform

is the real deal.

It's made from genuine
wool broadcloth.

Check out the warp and the weft.

Two of my all-time
favorite words.

Yeah, with good reason.

They tell me that

this fabric was made
on a preindustrial loom.

Deterioration
to the sternal rib ends

indicate he was close to 50.

I see no conclusive
cause of death.

Other than having
his head cut off?

Well, preliminary tox says
that there were significant

traces of mercury and arsenic
on our headless victim.

He was poisoned?

Not necessarily.

Both those substances
were commonly

used for embalming.

These remains are

admittedly fascinating,

but I must remind everyone

that we are examining them

in order to shed light

on a more recent
set of remains.

There's significant trauma

to the sphenoid, nasal bones,
and both zygomatics.

Looks like she paid a lot
of attention to her appearance.

Pink belt, pink shoes.

The nails are intact.

The manicure is still perfect.

Looks like a real junior miss.

Which begs
the age-old question.

What's a girl like her
doing with a guy like him?

Hey, I did a facial
reconstruction of the victim,

but the skull was so damaged,

that I-I couldn't
find a match.

Maybe it's 'cause we made
some incorrect assumptions.

Oh...

Is that an ear?

An ear with a lot
of holes in it.

I sent you the file.

Oh.

That's a lot of piercings

for somebody who dressed
like Mary Sunshine.

Exactly, and that's not the
only thing that doesn't fit.

Pull up the next picture.

Her hair

was recently stripped
and then dyed blond,

but you can still see some
of the magenta underneath.

Okay, so magenta hair,
plus a bunch of piercings?

Not exactly what we thought
we were looking for.

Let me change
the hair color,

and add some studs.

Look at that.

Sarah Lippman.

26. She was a medical student.

Reported missing yesterday.

Tremendous loss
for the program.

Sarah's gonna be
hard to replace.

She was third-year,
and she was quite good.

Right, a loss
to the program.

It's tragic.

Obviously, it was
a personal loss as well.

Goes without saying.

So, do you remember anything,

uh, different
about her recently?

In what way?

Well, her appearance for one.

She'd gotten rid
of her facial piercings.

Changed her hair color.
Oh, that.

I see that all the time

when the residents are
applying for fellowships.

If they want people
to call them Doctor,

they'd better look the part.

That's her boyfriend Joel Brown
or so I understand.

We can go in there?
Yeah.

Thanks.

Okay, class,

what do you say-- whoa!

Great, a lot of bodies
here-- Joel Brown?

Uh, do you mind?

We're closing a patient.

Lot of bodies here.
He can wait.

What do you say we step
away from the cadaver there.

We need to talk to you
about Sarah Lippman.

Oh, God.

Yeah, she was found, uh,
dead late last night.

Oh, God,
I'm sorry, Joel.

What can I do?

You can give us a minute.

We need to speak
with your friend.

Let's step outside.
Come on.

You continue...
with the bodies.

When was the last time
you saw Sarah?

A few days ago.

Right, but you didn't you report
her missing till yesterday?

Yeah, our schedules
right now are insane.

Um, 48 on, 48 off.

She wasn't answering
my calls but I,

I thought she was just
catching up on some sleep,

just like we all do.

But then she didn't
show up for class.

And you two were doing okay?

We know that she'd just gone
through a big change recently.

You mean her look, um...

Yeah, I think I was finally
starting to rub off on her.

What do you mean?

People always thought
we were kind of an odd couple.

Um, she was kind of dark.

And I'm the good Catholic boy.

But... it worked.

So, you know of nothing
that would've led to this?

Uh, nothing.

And over the last few weeks,

Sarah was happier
than she'd ever been.

Take heed,
young Squintern.

The bugs know best.

Okay, I'll bite-- how?

Well, I ran some threads
from our headless friend's

uniform through
the mass spec.

It turns out
that the dye came

from Cochineal beetles.

They had to crush
thousands of these guys

in order to make enough dye
for a single coat.

That sounds pretty
labor intensive.

Yeah, it is,
and therefore, expensive.

Which means that
this headless corpse

was a high-ranking
British officer.

Why was this one buried under a
church in the middle of nowhere?

Okay, this is
Sarah Lippman's locker.

We got, uh, change of clothes,
some textbooks--

- Whoa.
- What?

Wait a second.

What is this--
a book of witchcraft?

Yeah.

I recognize that symbol--
that was on the iron coffin.

The mortsafe?

That is not a coincidence.

I now recognize this symbol
is the Nordic rune, Uruz.

Its presence on both the coffin
and our victim's book

suggests some sort of link.

Exactly-- pagan symbols, a
headless corpse, Halloween?

Is it just me, or is something
otherworldly going on here?

That sounds
like our department.

Who are you?

And what are you doing
in my laboratory?

Is there a cosplay
competition going on

that I wasn't
invited to?

Do I look as though I have just
beamed from the planet Vulcan?

No, I wear these clothes
to honor the men

who fought so this country
could be born.

Mm-hmm, okay.

Dude, I like it.

I'm Agent Abbie Mills of the
Westchester field office FBI,

and this is...

My name is Ichabod Crane,

of the Hudson Valley
Historical Society.

We hear you have a headless
body on your hands.

It may be connected with a
series of unsolved homicides.

That body is
material evidence

in our ongoing murder
investigation.

It's not going anywhere.

This is about solving a
case in Sleepy Hollow.

We're not leaving
without those bones.

So get a load of this.

I've been going through the
Sleepy Hollow case files--

dozens of missing persons,
multiple decapitations.

Bastards even got the sheriff.

I thought small town living
was supposed to be safe.

So we gonna help 'em?
Well, you know, we kind of have to.

Look, Bones is
not gonna like this.

Besides, have you taken a look
at Agent Mills' case?

Oh, yeah. Ex-cop.
Great conviction rate.

But, I mean, what is with
that partner of hers?

What kind of parent gives their
kid a weird name like Ichabod?

It probably scarred him
for life.

It's a little unusual.

But most names are.
You got a problem with that?

Oh, right. I forgot. Nothing
weird about the name Seeley.

Kid next door was named Seeley.
Of course, he didn't turn out

too well.
That's got nothing to do...

It's okay, all right?

Just drop it.

Thank you.

- Fascinating.
- Oh!

I'm glad you appreciate this.

The Jeffersonian
is the most advanced

forensic science
lab in the world.

One might say
it represents

the realized dream
of its namesake.

These remains

are at least
200 years old.

Why are they

of such concern to you?

The question is not "why?"

The question is "who?"

Agent Mills
and I believe this

to be Abraham Van Brunt,
an Englishman born in 1749

and decapitated
on the battlefield in 1781

by a patriot

wielding
a Fishkill-Bailey cutlass.

Age and ancestry of the remains
are consistent with Van Brunt.

However,
in terms of decapitation,

you are off by 234 years.

The striae on
the victim's neck

indicate
a modern fine-tooth saw.

I'll grant
that is an inconsistency.

We are trying to determine
identity as we speak.

My colleague, Ms. Montenegro,

is working on a facial
reconstruction.

Oh. Here she is now.

Angela, this is Ichabod Crane.

I await
your marvels

with bated breath,
Ms. Montenegro.

Oh. Uh, it's a pleasure
to meet you, too.

I like the... like the jacket.

Uh, I used the
bone structure

of the corpse and DNA evidence
of coloring and hair

to recreate this approximation
of the victim's facial features.

And if I run this

through the historical
portrait database,

hopefully we'll
get a match.

You and Agent Mills
are exceedingly persistent,

which I find

both irritating and impressive.

We are a partnership
of opposites.

Yet our affinity for one another
bears the ripest of fruit.

Oh. I was unaware

that you and your colleague
were sexual partners.

I can assure you, we are not.

Then I would suggest
you consider it.

I have found taking
my professional life with Booth

into the personal realm
has been...

quite rewarding.

Saved by the bell.
Is this

the man you were expecting
to find?

Actually, no.

Oh, well, then that's
a good thing, right?

No.

It is of the utmost consequence,
far worse than I thought.

This...

is General William Howe,
commander of the British forces

during the War for Independence.

A blackguard, a man
as famed for his cruelty

as his strategic mind.

Okay. Uh, well,
according to this,

he was buried
in Twickenham, England.

And yet the facts
say otherwise.

Dr. Brennan, we have stumbled

upon a mystery of the
highest magnitude,

and I shall not rest
until it is solved.

Thanks for letting me
ride shotgun on your case.

So, you applied
to the Bureau

three years ago and then
you retracted. Why is that?

You quit last year,
and now you're back. How come?

I guess
we both have timing issues.

Place seems a lot more... med
student than devil worshiper.

Oh, how 'bout this?
"Last night was insane. XX."

She has a boyfriend, right?
You want to take

another crack at him?
Doesn't make sense.

No, they've been dating
for over a year.

Weren't there nails pried out
of the floorboards

at that old church?

Look at that, huh?

Mm-hmm.
Uh-oh.

This just keeps getting better.

Fine-tooth saw.

I'm assuming that isn't sawdust.

Looks like a piece of fabric.

Bones said
this is the same type of saw

that was used on General Howe.

I believe this to be

the infamous Librum Sub Umbras.

That is Latin for "A Treatise
on the Subject of Shadows."

First published
in the early Middle Ages.

Alchemical recipes,

blood rituals, druidic rites,

necromancy.

Dude, that is
so Evil Dead.

Well, the pages
are parchment.

The decorative edging has
a different chemical makeup

altogether...

Thank you.
What would

a medical student be doing
with a book of nonsense?

This is a book
of spells.

But how to unlock it
would remain hidden to all

but the most
learned scholars.

These are replicas
of an illuminated manuscript

first painted by Bavarian
monastic scholars.

Illuminated.

Oh, that's it.

Illuminated!

Guys, we have
to illuminate the text.

We need, like,
candlelight.

I'm on it.

"This text shall be the guide

"by which the witness
shall procure the skull

which will grant him the power
to raise the dead."

That explains why
Sarah dug up the skull.

Very well played, sir.

Back at you, brother.

Now, if only I had the resources
to delve a little deeper.

Oh, please. This is
the Jeffersonian.

It's like Archive City.

We've got
Columbus's logbooks,

Washington's laundry lists...

Use anything you need,
Mr. Crane.

As I'm here, I might
as well make myself useful.

I've looked for ligature marks,
burns, symmetrical scarring.

So far, no indicators
of ritualistic murder.

May I?

I did find
what appears to be

a perimortem depression
fracture on the frontal bone.

That doesn't look severe enough
to have killed her.

It wasn't, but the description
of the wound suggests

that it was caused
by a curved object.

There appears
to be ischemic damage

to the victim's brain.

It's consistent with the brain
having lacked oxygen

in a series
of short bursts.

The oxygen supply to the brain
could have been cut off

if the victim
had been strangled.

I'll double-check the
hyoid for microfracturing.

I don't think
that's the cause.

The resulting web of
dead neurons in the hippocampus

is consistent
with clinical death.

Which makes sense,
because our victim is dead.

However, it looks like
these neurons have been dead

for about two weeks.

Meaning?

Sarah died before she died?

Maybe the person Sarah
brought back from the dead

was herself.

She made you think

that you were
eating human brains,

so the only appropriate
prank back would be

to make her think that she's
eating something worse.

Like what?

I'm thinking...
I hate soy cheese.

She already eats that stuff.
Oh.

Well, then she's in her
own personal hell.

There's nothing I can do.

Don't worry about it,
okay?

I got something brewing.
I'm working on it, okay?

I got it all set up.

Okay.

So, supposedly, Sarah died and
was resuscitated two weeks ago.

But I checked out her
health insurance, and there's

no record of her visiting a hospital.
Our victim

was a med student.
My guess is that she OD'd

and one of her friends
had to revive her.

Well, maybe. But there's nothing
in her financials

that suggests a drug problem.

What'd you find out?
Pretty normal stuff.

I mean, online shopping,

takeout,
but there was

this one night, two weeks ago.

$250 on a bottle of champagne

on a Monday night?
Right? I mean,

if it was a Tuesday,
I'd understand.

The point is
she was celebrating, all right?

She probably was out partying,

was drinking too much,
you know, right?

It was an accident,
and she had to be revived.

Oh. So the question is:
who was she celebrating with?

The depression fracture
on the frontal bone

is evidence of
blunt force trauma.

Within the injury
is a deep linear fracture.

It contains bone
from another body

that was laced with arsenic
and mercury.

Like General Howe's remains.

But his bones were undisturbed.

So Sarah may have been beaten
to death with his skull?

The general's skull would have
caused the depression fracture

upon initial impact.

Then once the killer
struck multiple times...

The skull shattered,
and a jagged piece of it

severed the anterior sphenopalatine.
The sphenopalatine

is the terminal branch
of the maxillary artery.

Sarah's nose would have burst
like a pipe.

So Howe's skull giveth life
and taketh it away.

Oh, come on.
You don't actually believe

the skull
has supernatural power.

Please.
I'm a conspiracy theorist,

not a supernatural nut.

I also found a slight
fracture to the victim's

left inferior
scapular apex.

That suggests Sarah fell
into something sharp.

All right, I'll run it for trace
and see what I can find.

So, I just got back
from the bar

where Sarah drank
that expensive champagne.

Oh, wait a second. You went
to the bar without telling me?

Was I supposed to wait on you
to fill out a permission slip?

Corbin was right about you--
not one for following the rules.

You knew August Corbin?
Yeah. You know what?

He mentioned you
last time that we spoke.

He said that, um, you were
a lot like me back in the day.

I cannot believe it.

He thought you
and I were alike.

That is high praise.

He said that you would have
made a great agent.

But...?

Just don't think

that you have to save the world,
all in one day.

What did you find out
at the bar?

I spoke to a waitress who
remembered seeing Sarah

celebrating with a dark-haired
guy, slight build.

Wait a second. That doesn't
sound like her boyfriend.

And so, if Sarah wasn't
with Joel on the night

that her entire life
changed, who was she with?

I wasn't having an affair
with Sarah Lippman.

You were seen drinking champagne
with Sarah.

Plus, handwriting analysis says
that you wrote this.

Well, there's a problem
with your theory.

I'm gay.

Sarah and I were friends,
colleagues.

That's it.

Okay, then. What were
you celebrating, hmm?

What happened
that was "insane"?

Hey, you know what?
I don't even have time for this.

I already got enough
to indict you.

Wait.

Sarah and I became friends

because we both had close calls
with death.

I was really sick
as a kid,

and Sarah had a sister
that died young.

She was desperate
to find out

what happens after.

As in, after life?

I mean, we're doctors, right?

We're taught how to bring people
back from the brink.

So Sarah asked me to...

To kill her.
I induced

her heart to stop,
and then I restarted it.

I brought her back.

And you did this
two weeks ago?

She said it was transformative.

You know, she saw
her sister,

and her sister told her
to let go of all her fear.

That... is what
we were celebrating.

It was science...

at its most powerful.

Science? And was it science that
made you dig up the skull of

a Redcoat general
to help you?

I didn't dig anything up.

Sarah had this weird idea

that thing had power,
but I didn't buy it.

You know, I just thought
it was...

like a rabbit's foot...
for good luck.

Where is that rabbit's foot now?

I have no idea.

The last time I saw it was...

in the lab when we... did it,

but after Sarah crossed over,

we weren't thinking
about the skull.

You just admitted to
stopping someone's heart.

That's attempted murder
of someone who's now dead.

Yeah.

I swabbed Sarah's
scapular injury.

Hopefully the Mass Spec will
give us something useful.

Hey, do Abbie and Ichabod

remind you of any other couples?

Oh, my God,
you're totally right!

They're us!

I mean, she's beautiful, he has
an incredible head of hair.

I was actually talking
about Brennan and Booth.

Mm, I don't see it.

That's interesting.
Hexachloride

is common
in industrial cleaners.

Well, that's not gonna help you very much.
Well, it does

when it's combined with
vermin-proof bitumastic.

Why does that sound familiar?

It's sprayed on the
underside of morgue tables.

Same as you'd find
in an anatomy room.

Isn't it kind of pointless

to ALS for blood
in a place like this?

It's like looking
for a needle in a needle stack.

Well, we're not looking
for pools of blood.

We're looking
for spatter.

Like the kind made
from a live body.

Oh. So, I'm guessing

that cadavers don't spout blood
like Old Yeller.

Old Yeller is a dog.

You're thinking of Old
Faithful, the geyser.

You sure about that?
Yeah, pretty sure.

I can't imagine taking a chance
with life like Sarah did.

You're not curious what happens?

I know what happens.
The heart stops,

brain functions cease,
the body quits.

Yeah, I know, but
you know, after that.

Are you talking
about Heaven?

Yeah. Maybe.

Look, I hate to say it,
but I do not think

that the victim died here.

I don't see any evidence
of arterial spray.

Uh, that's because

you're not looking
in the right places.

Oh, wow.

Of course. Her heart
was still pumping.

So, Sarah's sphenopalatine
artery was severed.

Her blood shot all the
way up to the ceiling.

Looks like
we found our crime scene.

Oh, Mr. Crane, have
you made valuable

use of your time
in our archives?

Impressive,
to say the very least.

Jefferson would have
certainly approved.

More secrets revealed?

These...

are remodeled puncture marks
on Sarah's ilium.

Consistent
with bone marrow donation.

A procedure more suited
to family members,

if I'm not mistaken?

You are not.

Sarah's sister died
of cancer. These marks

indicate Sarah may have given

bone marrow in an
effort to save her.

Perhaps the untimely death
of her sister

compelled Miss Lippmann
to seek out the hereafter.

The hereafter
doesn't exist.

It's nothing but a
fiction we created

to fight the biological
inevitability of death.

Some inevitabilities take
longer than others.

I see your search in the
archives was fruitful?

Oh, yes, a most
fascinating find.

One which, hopefully,

will assist Agent Mills
and me in our endeavors.

Hmm.

This is convenient.

An edict

from George Washington ordering

the remains of General
Howe to be entombed,

not in England, but
in the Colonies.

Hmm. Preferably
in Sleepy Hollow,

where his headstone will be
a magnificent addition

to our Founding Fathers
burial site.

The signature

clearly doesn't match
the handwriting.

However, General
Washington's diaries--

also readily available
in your archives--

will corroborate
that this missive was dictated

to a trusted captain.

The intent

and legal weight of its contents
should be fairly self-evident.

If this letter does
prove authentic,

you can have
your body back.

Until then, it stays
at the Jeffersonian.

All right, well, this is
all the medical waste

from the anatomy room.

It's a good place for a killer

to dump any evidence.

Now we have to go through all of
it to find General Howe's skull.

Yeah, that's where the fun is!

I'm as excited as a little boy
on Christmas morning.

That makes me feel just a little
bad for Michael Vincent.

Oh.

These bones shards appear to be

the same age as General Howe's skull.
Nice work, Mr. Bray.

You may have found a portion
of our murder weapon.

Let's see if it's
in this grab bag.

This looks promising.

Okay. Band-Aids.

Oof! Blood-soaked towels.

Used gauze.

Hey, check this out.

Oh. Hmm.
Broken porcelain.

Probably a coffee mug.

These are

injection vials.

Hmm. Looks like they're empty.

I guess that's not unusual

when you're going
through medical waste.

They're from
an anatomy lab.

There are no patients
there, just cadavers.

And these labels are illegible.

- The writing must have rubbed off.
- There's probably

still some trace in the vials.
I'll see what I can find.

Found it.

General William Howe.

I cannot say that
it's an honor.

Slow down, Bones. Okay, look,
I know that Crane is annoying,

but what would you like me
to do, huh? Deport him?

Relax. Okay,
I will take care of it.

Don't worry. I got it.

Just go look
at a dead body or something.

Ichabod causing trouble?

The guy--
he wants General Howe's body,

and Bones-- she's really not hip
to that right now.

So, I just got
word from Hodgins.

He found drugs in the vials

where the victim did her
little death experiment.

Calcium chloride and Verapamil.

Yeah. Turns out,

the prescriptions were filled
at St. Francis Medical Center

the night the victim was killed.

Any idea who wrote the prescription?
Yeah.

The chief resident of
Sarah Lippman's medical program,

Dr. John Cruz.

It's a simple question:
Is Mr. Crane a liar or not?

Well, I'm saying
it's not a simple answer.

Is the document real?

Well, the paper is Dutch hemp,

and its degradation dates
it to the late 1700s.

So Crane found old paper,
but the ink is fake.

No, the ink is iron gall

from iron salts

and tannic acids.

Which was the standard in Europe

from the fifth
to the 19th century.

But the signature is fake?

No. I compared it pixel by pixel

to Washington's signature
on the Constitution.

The slant and spacing show
that it's a perfect match.

Looks like I owe
Mr. Crane an apology.

Not yet.

I also examined the handwriting

of the officer that Washington
was dictating to.

And?

It's an exact match to the notes

that Ichabod Crane took

when he was deciphering
The Book of Shadows,

here in the lab.

The stops and lifts

of his cursive lettering
are unmistakable.

But this letter

has been in our archives
for half a century.

I can't explain this,

unless he went back in time and
forged it in the Revolution.

Well, that would
be impossible.

I know.
But there's no question.

The handwriting belongs
to Ichabod Crane.

I'm hoping you can help me with
a little problem I'm having.

I can't seem
to figure out

what these two people
have in common.

They're both my patients.

But oddly enough,
neither one of them

got the meds that you ordered
for them three days ago.

Then maybe you should talking
to the nursing staff.

They never got
the order because

the patients didn't need
the meds.

Sarah Lippman did.

Why would Sarah Lippman need
verapamil and calcium chloride?

I think you know why.

To stop her heart,
and then start it again.

Same thing she did
two weeks before

when you prescribed
the same two medications

for two other patients,
who also never got them.

I told her it was crazy.

I tried to talk her out of it.

But you just couldn't say no

because you were sleeping
with her.

I wasn't sleeping with her.

Well...

if that isn't it, then...

why did you kill her,
Dr. Cruz?

I didn't kill her.

Why else would we find
the murder weapon

next to the drugs
that you ordered?

Okay.

My wife did leave me,

but Sarah had nothing
to do with that.

I was a wreck,
I was drinking too much,

and once-- once--

I was scrubbing
out of surgery and...

Sarah smelled it on my breath.

She blackmailed you
to get the drugs?

I'd already lost my wife.

I couldn't lose anything else.

So instead of risking
your career,

you let two students
risk their lives

trying to kill each other.

Congratulations.

It looks like
one of them succeeded.

I understand you have
authenticated the letter.

Please, no need to apologize
for doubting its veracity.

Actually,
I was wondering

if you can resolve
a paradox for me.

Do tell.

A document on
200-year-old paper,

written in
200-year-old ink

found to have been
written by a man

who was born 200 years after
the document was created.

Mm, clearly an impossibility.

And yet...

...the handwriting is a match.

Wh... um...

I knew of this letter

because it was written by
an officer in the Patriot Army

named Ichabod Crane.

Your ancestor.

Not being a scientist
of your expertise,

I cannot say
whether handwriting

is an inherited trait.

Well, I have never known that
to be a possibility.

Hence, your paradox.

Clearly I could not have
been there to have written it.

"If you eliminate all
other possibilities,

whatever remains
must be the truth."

Sherlock Holmes.

So I take it this means you'll
allow me to take the body?

When the case is solved.

As it turns out,

Howe's skull is
the murder weapon.

We found it in the waste
from the anatomy lab.

Based on the
fractured occipital,

it appears the killer
held the skull like so.

Our best bet would
have been to find

trace evidence in
General Howe's canine.

However, it was knocked
out during the murder

and we can't find it.

Because it came loose.

He was thrown by a wild
stallion he was trying to tame

after he took control
of the British forces.

Wouldn't a man of his stature
have used false teeth?

Iron, or ivory,

or animal teeth?

Oh, he tried those.

Then he learned the French
had developed porcelain teeth.

If Howe's canine
was porcelain,

it would have shattered
on impact,

possibly injuring
the killer's hand.

Mr. Crane brought
to my attention

that we made
a faulty assumption.

We didn't account for the
magical powers of the skull?

No, we didn't account
for the fact

that the missing tooth
isn't a tooth.

So, he had a false tooth?
Yes.

Made of porcelain.
If the tooth

scraped the killer's hand...

There's a significant
possibility

of recovering epithelial cells.

But if Howe had a porcelain
tooth, where is it now?

Porcelain.

The coffee cup.

I-I have all of these pieces

of a broken coffee cup.

The porcelain could have
easily gotten mixed in there.

Dr. Hodgins,
go over that piece again here.

Its hue doesn't match
the others.

You're right.

And it's got a pointed cusp
and single root like a canine.

Bet it was nice and shiny,
back in the day.

And if it wasn't with
the skull, maybe the killer

didn't clean it off.

We found your skin cells

on the skull that you slammed
into Sarah's head.

I touched the thing.

I-I went with her to
dig it up. So what?

You sure a jury's
going to buy that?

I think I need to
talk to a lawyer.

Just relax.
Slow down, Joel, okay?

Why don't you tell us
what happened that night.

What night are you
talking about?

The night that Sarah died,

she got two vials of drugs,

enough to match
your body weight.

You lied to us.

Sarah didn't change because

you rubbed off on her--
she changed

after she saw the other side.

Whatever she saw
changed her life,

and she wanted you
to experience the same thing.

Okay, okay, I lied.

All right, but not
because I killed her.

I didn't want to get kicked
out of the program.

I have a close friend who went
through something similar.

He died...

came back.

Everything changed for him.

He was never the same.

Is that what happened
to you, Joel?

It's not like I really died.

I was only out
for a few seconds.

It wasn't that big a deal.

Okay, we found this picture

of you and her.

You're wearing your cross
in that picture,

and now you're not
wearing that.

You stop believing,
or something?

What did you see?

What did you see
on the other side?

Nothing.

Nothing happened.

She said it would be amazing.

I always had faith,

but there was nothing.

I mean, how are you supposed
to live with that,

knowing that
there's nothing after?

She took your faith away,
didn't she?

And you killed her.

I didn't mean to.

She was holding
that stupid skull

and I just...

I snapped.

Before I knew it, she was gone.

♪ ♪

Cheers.

To new friends. Mm.
New friends.

Together we accomplished
the impossible.

Uh, no,
there's nothing impossible

about solving a murder.

It's merely a matter
of proper application

of the scientific method.

I was referring to the
four of us getting along.

I... thought that
it would happen eventually.

I must return
to the Jeffersonian

to prepare General Howe's
remains for transport.

You know, I gotta
get going, too.

I got some work
I got to do.

It was a pleasure
meeting you, Agent Mills,

and working with you.

If you need anything,
you call me.

I can't replace August,
but I'll do my best.

Agent Booth, I hope we get
a chance to do it again.

You know, you never know.

Stranger things
have... happened.

Mm.

Right.

Okay.

Well...

Oh, that is potent.

I believe Franklin once
gave me a similar concoction.

Benjamin Franklin invented
"Sex on the Beach"?

He called it
"Fondled in the Forest," but...

Now you're just
making things up.

You'll never know.

♪ ♪

Dr. Brennan.

Uh, General Howe's remains are
ready for your final signature

before being transported
back to Sleepy Hollow.

That is unacceptable.

I signed off on Howe's remains
a short while ago.

They were to be shipped by now.

Um, well, what should I do?

It's better if I take care
of this myself, Mr. Bray.

I'm sorry.

I got you.

I got you. I got you!

You did not "get me."

I got you, I got you.

You were scared.
I told you I'd get you back.

I was not scared,
I was surprised.

Oh, is there a difference?

Of course there's a difference.

The amygdala is wired to

activate a flow
of adrenaline

at the sight of
something unexpected.

That is quite different
than being afraid.

You can't science your way
out of this, Bones.

Well, if you were
on the gurney,

where are General Howe's
remains?

Wendell sent them back
to Sleepy Hollow.

Well, good.
Oh.

But I think I will
fire Mr. Bray.

Fire him?
Yes.

As a prank.

I... He assisted
in your prank,

so it's only appropriate
that I prank him back.

That's not a good prank.

I'll tell him...

eventually.
Eventually?

A year.
Whoa, wait a second.

Wendell's going to think
that the doesn't have a job

for a whole year?

Got you, Booth.

Ah, that's not funny.

You did not.

I think we should go
get a beer.

I'm not surprised or scared.

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