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Murray, did you just litter?

Here's the way
I figure it.

The more trash out there,
the more job security

in here, right?
10-4 on that.

Yo, yo, look out, look
out, look out, look out!

Ah, it's just a
stupid raccoon.

All right, get out there
and pick up the trash.

Are you
kidding me?!

You go out there!

First of all,
that trash looks ripe.

Second, raccoons
have rabies, man.

Your mother has rabies.

Your mother has rabies.

Your mother has
the rabies.

Sal, just drive
around the thing.

I got a better idea.

Let's see
what this thing can do.

Yeah, there you go!

So much for
job security.

Relax, it's probably nothing.

Let's check it out.

This is one of your stupid
practical jokes, right?

Did Joan Q put you up to this?

Dude...

This is nice work.
This is your best prank yet.

How'd you make the blood?
Is it corn syrup?

Don't-don't...

Tastes like metal.

Hurling. Nice touch.

That's a good prank.

Booth, I just got a text
from Cam about a potential...

Wh-What are you doing?

Oh, sorry about that.

I was gonna surprise you,
but you know what, hey.

I'm getting us a new TV.

What, in the bedroom?
Yeah, so when the kids are watching

The Octopods and the-- I don't
know what that show is--

The Spudnuts,
I'll tell you what,

I'll sit right here,
I can watch the game.

Are you aware that couples with
a television in their bedroom

have sex half as often

as couples without
one in their bedroom?

Yeah, well, did you know 73%
of people make up statistics?

I haven't read that study.
Don't worry about it, Bones.

Gonna be great.

Watching the Philadelphia
Whosits play ice hockey

is not a sexual
stimulant.

And after games,
you're often exhausted

from shouting at the umpire.
It's a referee.

Well, not to mention your
bad mood when they lose.

Yeah, but when
the Philadelphia Flyers win,

when they score
and they win, okay,

that puts me
in a very good mood,

and that makes what I do there
that much better.

Boom! Go, Flyers.

What if the Whosits
have a losing season?

N-N-N-Nuh. Don't even
put it out there.

Don't even put it
out in the atmosphere.

I'll tell you what.

Tell you what I'm gonna do.

I promise I'll make some,
uh, extra time for us.

How much extra time?

Hmm. As much as it takes.

Oh, I suggest you
prove it right now.

Oh, we got to get going.
Cam is...

Oh, actually research has
shown that sexual activity

increases neurogenesis
in the hippocampus.

Wow, so sex is gonna
make us smarter

and help us solve
the crime.

Hello.

Hey, I just got
a text from Brennan.

She and Booth are gonna be
delayed by about 15 minutes.

Oh, or possibly another hour.

Oh, it's just as well.

It's gonna take us
at least that long

to floss the remains
out of these brushes.

Speaking of floss,
our victim had

some super-high-quality veneers.

Seeing almost
no insect activity,

which means he was killed
less than 12 hours ago.

And it looks like
our victim had hair plugs.

And based on the quality
of the skin grafting,

I'm guessing he paid
a pretty penny for them.

Huh, you're lucky you
found that scalp still intact.

I mean, this body is
seriously frakked up.

"Frakked up"?

Jessica's been
binge-watching BSG 2003.

Not to sound
like Dr. Brennan,

but I don't know
what that means.

BSG. Battlestar Galactica.

What, you haven't
seen it?

Wow, I'm surprised,
'cause it's totally old school,

just like you.

And also frakking enlightening.

"Frak" is the curse
word they use on the show,

but what's really
frakking interesting

is that Aubrey told me he's been
watching Battlestar as well.

Well, that's because
we're watching together.

Oh, well, that is

definitely interesting.

Sounds to me like there's
a little something going on

with you and Aubrey.

Yes, television-watching.
And nothing else.

Methinks the lady
doth protest too much.

And methinks the victim
was a U.S. senator.

Are you serious?

Can I see that?

Yeah, Cam is right.

This pin is meant to be worn
only by members of the Senate.

Angela, we're gonna need
a facial reconstruction, ASAP.

Okay, I'm way ahead of you.

So we know there's a hundred
U.S. senators, right?

Now we just
have to narrow it down.

We know the victim was
a Caucasian male.

Based on clothing size, he can't
be taller than five-eight.

And based on the granularity
of the auricular surfaces,

he was between
40 and 50 years old.

Also, he had blue eyes.

with corrective lenses.

How'd you know that, Curly?

Ugh.

We've narrowed
it down-- three matches.

And just one guy has
those picture-perfect veneers.

Well, looks like
our victim is Rick O'Malley.

He's a first-term senator
from Virginia.

I'd better call Booth.

I have a bad feeling

this case is gonna be
a frakking nightmare.

♪ Bones 11x06 ♪
The Senator in the Street Sweeper
Original Air Date on November 5, 2015

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method

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@elder_man

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You are 100,000% certain the
victim is a member of Congress?

Was a member
of Congress.

The use of the present
tense is inaccurate

now that Senator O'Malley
has been killed, dismembered,

scavenged by a raccoon

and shredded by a three-ton
industrial street sweeper.

Under no circumstances

is she going with you
to notify the family.

Okay, I'll tell you what,
I'll make this easy.

I'll go, and I-I'll take Aubrey,
all right?

What? No, no,
no, no, no, no.

I've been present
for hundreds of notifications.

Dr. Brennan, do you have any
idea how delicate this case is?

And to be perfectly frank, you
lack a certain Je ne sais quoi.

Well, "Je ne sais quoi" is by
definition an ineffable quality.

If you could provide

a more clear criticism,

I'm sure I could make
the appropriate change.

Oh, come on, Bones, you know
what she's talking about.

Well, not always,
you have a tendency to say

the exact wrong thing
at the worst possible moment.

And then other times,

I say exactly what is needed.

Like this morning when
I skillfully negotiated sex,

not just once

but twice.

God bless you, child.

I couldn't have proven
my point better myself.

Know what,
it was three times.

I can't believe
the victim is Rick O'Malley.

Oh, you know him?

I don't know him know him,
but I follow the news.

O'Malley was different.

Before his time in the Senate,

he worked mostly
blue-collar jobs.

Yeah, he was the
general manager

for a coal mining company.

Look, you're not the only one
who reads the file, you know.

I-I'm just saying
that he wasn't

one of these
career politicians.

He was a throwback.

A Mr. Smith Goes to Washington,
if you will.

And I kind of dig that.

I mean, aren't you sick
of these politicians

who are just
out for themselves?

Clearly not as sick as you.

Well, I just think
it's inspiring that the guy

actually cared
about his constituents.

Oh. Sounds like maybe Mr. Aubrey
should go to Washington.

That's the plan.

Not this election cycle,
of course,

but there's a seat
opening in 2020.

Wow, wow, okay.

You're... you're serious.

So you got, like, what,
a five-year plan?

It's more like ten years.

But something I've been
eyeing for a while.

"Congressman Aubrey."

Senator.
Oh.

Yeah, don't
shortchange me, man.

Right, Mr. Senator.

Good news is,
at a minimum,

I'll be able to run
a tox screen

and check for his last meal,
'cause the stomach is...

more or less intact.

I'd say less, not more.

Here.

It appears to be
the right femur.

This case is
a first for me.

I've never actually worked
on someone that I voted for.

- You voted for a Democrat?
- You sound surprised.

I thought
Dr. Hodgins was a member of

- the Green Party like myself.
- Yeah, I used to be,

but then I figured
why not vote for a candidate

who at least has
a shot at winning.

I myself am a proud member
of the Peace and Freedom Party.

Yeah, there's
a vote that counts.

Miss Warren,
uh, please take a look

at the V-shaped cleft on

the right proximal femur.

The kerf mark suggests

that it was an ax or hatchet
rather than a saw.

I concur.

The dismemberment cuts
I've found on the flesh

were definitely caused by an ax,
albeit one with a dull edge.

Well, great.

We have our motive.

The killer had an ax to grind.

Great. Press
is already here.

Remind me to tell Caroline
there's a leak at the Bureau.

Are you the FBI?
Was Senator O'Malley murdered?

Was this some kind of a
political retribution?

All right, you want to back off?

This is official FBI business.

No, damn it, I told you before.

No press statements
without prior approval.

I don't care
if Diane Sawyer is calling.

No.

Mrs. O'Malley?

I'm Special Agent Booth.
This here is Agent Aubrey.

We're sorry
that the news got out

before we could come
tell you in person.

Oh, it's not
your fault.

Nothing in our lives
has been private

ever since Rick took office.

Why should his death
be any different?

So living in the public eye
was pretty difficult?

It has been.

Uh, but public service was
very important to both of us.

Rick and I grew up
in Buchanan County.

And the whole reason he
went into politics was

to try to save as many
local jobs as possible.

You mean coal mining.

That's right.
Yeah, most of the folks we knew

had at least one family member
in the tunnels.

Judging by all these awards,

it looks like your husband's
fighting spirit

was appreciated.

Rick was nothing short
of a revelation.

Eric Morales, Rick's
chief of staff.

We'll have to ask
both of you--

when was the last time
you, uh, saw the senator?

Wednesday afternoon at the office.
Yesterday morning.

Uh, I had to go to UVA
to deliver a speech.

I stayed the night
in Charlottesville.

And then when I got
home this morning,

I just figured
he was at work.

I never would
have thought...

What about enemies?

I imagine even the most beloved
politicians receive threats.

Generally
speaking, Rick was

one of the more popular
of the freshman senators.

He had his choice of committees.

But you're right, there were
some unhappy constituents.

I'd be more than willing to
turn over any e-mails or letters

that we got at the office.

So have you noticed anything
out of the ordinary?

What was the senator's,
I don't know, state of mind

in the past few days?

I hate to say it,
but recently Rick has been...

aloof, at least with me.

He's been receiving phone calls
at all hours

from the party's whip.

And by party's whip,
you mean Senator Hayley Winters?

That's right.

Look, I love my husband,

and I would not want
to make accusations,

especially now, but...

But you-you were
suspicious he was

having an affair
with Senator Winters.

No.

No, of course they weren't.
He was always with her.

Even last night.

They were supposedly
at some fund-raiser together.

Seeley Booth, I never thought
the day would come

when even glancing at those
chiseled features of yours

would set me off.
Come on.

The whip may have been
the last person who has seen

Senator O'Malley alive.

I have to talk to her.

Cher, there is no way

in H-E-double-hockey-sticks

I am allowing you to haul
the Senate majority whip

into the FBI without
any evidence of her involvement.

Look, Caroline...
No, no, no, no.

Don't try to convince me
with those sweet dulcet tones.

We call in the whip,

and the Justice Department
becomes fodder

for Sunday Morning talk shows,
and, cher,

that is not
how I plan to make

my first appearance
on Meet the Press.

Good news.
You brought me an antacid.

I just got off the phone
with the whip's office.

Senator Winters wants Booth

down on Capitol Hill ASAP
to brief her on the case.

I swear you are blessed
by the Almighty himself.

Okay, great.
You ready to saddle up?

Actually, uh,
Winters requested Dr. Brennan.

I guess she used
to be a doctor,

wants to hear the forensic
side of the case.

Holy mother of pearl,

just bring me the whole bottle

of antacids right now.

Your wife doesn't know
the meaning

- of "playing politics."
- Relax, okay?

I will handle Bones.
Bones will be fine, okay?

And if you have a whole bottle
of antacids,

your stomach's gonna blow up,
all right?

"H-E-double-hockey-sticks"?
What the hell is that?

Now, just what are you doing

while those two mess up
in Congress?

Why do I sense

that you're about to tell me?

That ginger-haired
squintern girl in the lab.

Jessica? What about her?

Justice wants you to run
a background check on her

to make sure she's clear to work
on such a high-profile case.

I'm on it, but don't worry.

I know Jessica.
I'm not gonna find anything.

My thought is the victim tried
to fend off his attacker.

Please tell me this isn't
just one of your vibes talking.

Oh, no, instinct
and evidence.

They are singing
in perfect harmony.

Note the spider-web
fractures on the ulna.

Ouch.

Looks like the senator

was trying to defend himself,
and the killer hit him

with a long, flat,
blunt force weapon.

Any idea what it was?
Not yet,

but I also found
hemorrhagic staining

on the right side
of the maxilla.

So a blow to the head.

I haven't pieced the skull
together yet, but hopefully

that'll tell us more.

Well, then work quickly.

You should try to find
cause of death

before Dr. Brennan gets back.

Aye-aye, captain.

Booth, I know
Caroline is concerned

because I don't play politics,
so I want to assure you

that I will be
on my best behavior.

I hope not.

Excuse me?

Look, I just want
you to be you.

You know, you,
your usual, wonderful,

but very direct self.

And what if I say something

that could be misconstrued
as offensive?

Yeah, you will.

And that's exactly
what I'm counting on.

You see,
because then Winters will react,

and I'll get a read on her.

Oh, very clever.

So I should think of this
as an undercover assignment,

but you want me to play myself.

You're overthinking this.

I could play
a slight variation on myself.

I could be saucy.

Or I could
speak with an accent.

No, Bones.

Don't-don't do that.

Just-just be you.
That's all I need.

I just want you to be you.
That's all I need.

Oh, okay. I'm just saying.

This could be the start

of a beautiful friendship.

Really? You're gonna go
with Bogart?

Well, I got over-excited,
but you have to admit,

that's an excellent
impersonation.

This is such a tragic day.

Rick was a dear, dear man.

I want you to know you have
the full power of my office

behind you
during the investigation.

Well, that is very
sensible of you,

particularly if we
discover that the crime

involved any other
members of your party.

I think what my
partner here is trying to say

is that politicians like
to get ahead of the problem,

before it kind of blows up
in their faces.

Indeed.

Naturally, it also behooves you

to prepare the necessary lie
for the public.

Speaking of
which, is that

the, uh, damage control room
in there?

No, actually,
my aides are rushing

to prepare a bill
to increase the debt ceiling.

Last thing we need
is another government shutdown.

It must be quite difficult
for your staff to put

all that into their work,
knowing it is unlikely

for any senator to actually
read it before a vote.

I must ask if we could return
to the investigation.

Sure, let's back it up a bit,
Bones, you know.

I find myself
quite curious

as to how you plan
to spin the fact

that Senator O'Malley
was hacked to pieces.

So you're saying

Rick was dismembered?
What's interesting

is the placement
of the hack marks.

As a former surgeon,

you know it is ideal to
cut along the joints.

Killer didn't do that.
He chopped all over the place.

So whoever did this is likely
ignorant of human anatomy.

Or the killer is cunning

and is trying to mislead
the investigation.

Perhaps we should bring
this discussion into my office.

Great idea.

Good job, Bones.

Hey.

Oh, hey.

Is that for me?
Oh, yes.

I sure as hell am not drinking
any catnip tea.

Wow, you remembered my drink.

It's definitely
an acquired taste,

but I guess that sums me up
in a nutshell, too.

So... uh, so what's up?

Oh, um, well, Caroline asked me
to clear you for the case,

so I had to run
a background check.

Is this about the time
I peed at the Lincoln Memorial?

Because I had a terrible UTI
that day.

Um, no.

Somehow that detail
was left out.

But...

were you involved with
Greenpeace in college?

Yeah, so?

So you were engaged
with an activist group

known for its
aggressive tactics.

Now, is that you in the crowd?

Mm-hmm.

Look, brillo-head,

you're getting me
kind of nervous here.

So were you present five minutes
after this photo was taken

when a pipe bomb exploded
outside of the building?

Greenpeace had nothing
to do with that,

and neither did I.

We were the victims.

Just check the police reports.

Okay. And then
what about

when you were on the road
with the band Phish?

There were no bombs there.

Yeah, there were drugs.

I know. I had a great time.

Um...

but that was then.

What are you saying?

That my past is gonna
ruin my future?

Okay, so just to be clear,
you-you don't do drugs anymore?

I haven't in a while,

but that doesn't mean
I'm never gonna do them again.

Uh, I never say never.

Everything okay?
Yeah.

Yeah, no, I'm just
trying to figure out

how to report this
back to Caroline.

You could just... not.

I mean, everything in that file
is in the before.

I am who I am
because of my past,

but I'm not
the same person anymore.

Are you the same kid

who watched his dad
being hauled off to jail?

No.

So?

Hey, stop that.

You don't get to look at me
all disappointed like that.

No, I'm not,

I'm not disappointed.

I'm-I'm just, um...

Can we just forget
this conversation ever happened?

I don't know.

Can you?

So, O'Malley's chief
of staff said that you had

frequent meetings
with the senator.

His wife also said
that you called him

at all hours of
the day and night.

That's right. I like to maintain

a close working relationship
with freshman senators.

"Working" relationship?

What are you implying?

As you undoubtedly know,

political figures often use
their positions of power

to circumvent
conventional mores

and engage
in extramarital affairs.

Well, I'm flattered
that you think

that I have the stamina
for an affair,

but I assure you,
there was nothing between us.

Right, and yet you were
at the fund-raiser

with him last night, correct?

I mean, that was the last place

he was seen.
You don't think someone

from the fund-raiser
murdered him?

I don't know,
why don't you tell me.

I mean, this is politics.

Somebody must have
a grudge against him.

Not within the party.

Still, I'm happy to provide you

with the guest list.

Actually, now that
I think about it,

there was an incident.

This handful
of protestors.

The security had
them removed,

but I remember
Rick seeming unnerved.

He left shortly after.

You think the two events
are connected?

It's possible.

What were the protests against?

An amendment to the
debt ceiling bill.

One that hit Rick
pretty close to home.

It's an order
to reduce coal emissions.

O'Malley's platform

was in support
of coal miners.

So why would the protestors
make him a target?

Because Rick was going to vote
in favor of the bill,

despite the
added measure.

And let me guess,
you're the one

who persuaded him
to vote against his conscience.

Sometimes, Agent Booth,

we all have to make sacrifices
for the sake of the party.

Hey.

Wanted to see me?

Yeah, Booth called.

Apparently, Senator O'Malley
left the fund-raising dinner

before the actual meal
was served.

You want me to do
some digestive diving,

figure out what he ate?

Yeah, maybe we
can figure out

where he dined on his last meal.

Looks like some kind of poultry.

It's gamier than chicken.

I don't know, possibly quail?

Okay, whatever you guys
are working on,

I do not want
to know about it.

What do you got?
So I was able

to get surveillance video
from outside the building

where the fund-raising
event was held.

Is that Senator
O'Malley?

Pixilation is terrible.

Like an '80s video game.

Yeah, and here
comes Donkey Kong.

Whoa.

Kong looks pissed.

It's hard to see his face.

Yeah, the quality is bad,
but I think it's safe to say

that this guy is
angry enough to kill.

So, did you do your homework

on that Jessica
Warren creature,

or do I need to
rap your knuckles?

I did it.

She's got some skeletons
in her closet,

but then again, she is
a forensic anthropologist.

Cute.

You know how much I love cute.

She's good to go.

Uh, nothing serious enough
to warrant a mistrial.

But I think
you already knew that.

Look, cher,
I'm just trying to make sure

you've got both eyes wide open.

You have a bright future
ahead of you.

But first you need
to find yourself

the right kind
of woman.

You asking me out?

Cher, you couldn't handle me.

Look, I appreciate
everything you're doing,

but I promise you
there's nothing going on

between me and Jessica.

Good. Now, where are we at?

Angela found footage
of this behemoth

arguing with the senator
last night.

Problem is,
the quality is so bad,

she can't run it
through facial recognition.

No need.

I'd recognize that man
in the dark

with my pretty little eyes
blindfolded.

You got a name?
Frankie Cesari.

Wait, why does that
sound familiar?

Cesari's the
unofficial president

of the coal mining
lobby in Virginia.

You watch out for yourself.

I wouldn't put
anything past that man.

Not after he evaded
my embezzling charges

by disappearing
his accuser.

"Disappearing"?

Body was never found.

Good chance the fellow
has cement feet.

Disposing of the victim
fits our killer's M.O.

Exactly.

So, you do me a favor.

Make sure you nail
the slimeball to the wall.

I'll tell you what.

I'll let you do it with me.

Well, look what
the trash dragged in.

What-what the hell?

This is entrapment.

Entrapment?

Oh.

It is a damn
shame, Frankie,

that a dictionary doesn't
come with that mouth.

Sit down, please.

Thank you.

So, we've got
some video of you

getting into
a pretty heated argument

with Senator O'Malley
last night.

So what?

It's a free country.

And I got the right
to petition my legislators.

But what you don't have
is the right to kill him.

Oh, come on.

You guys think I killed him?

I'm a businessman.
All we ever did was talk!

Okay, so what did you
talk about last night?

The debt ceiling bill.

I just asked him
how he was planning to vote.

Looked to
me like you were

none too pleased
with his answer.

What did you do?

Followed him
after the fund-raiser?

Beat on him until
he saw things your way?

Wow. You guys should be writers

the way you come up
with these stories.

None of the above, actually.

O'Malley said

he was undecided.

And you believed him?

Ah, Frankie,
you are even dumber

than you are ugly.

Of course I didn't believe him.

That's why I went home

and started working
on a picket line.

I got phone records
and everything

to prove it.

So what?

So you gonna admit you were
wrong? You gonna let me go?

Soon as your alibi
checks out, yeah.

Of course, that
could take a while.

I were you,
I'd get cozy.

Hey, hey, hey,
you can't keep me in here.

That's illegal.
Come on, Frankie.

You never let
the law get in your way.

Why start now?

Hey.

I've reassembled the skull, and
it is ready for its close-up.

Impressive.
Given the damage inflicted,

I thought this would've
taken you much longer.

Yeah, well, I find that

when I'm feeling
emotionally unstable,

concentrating on my work
helps me to cope.

Like I said,
this is very good work.

Okay, if she's not gonna
take that bait, I will.

What's the problem?

Uh, well, technically,
there is no actual problem,

because there's nothing
actually going on.

But there is potential.

And I don't think
you just squash potential

until there is
an actual problem.

I did not understand

a word you just said.

Don't worry, I'm with you.

I mean, just because something

is unlikely to be successful--

like, say a relationship--

doesn't mean
you don't try, right?

I disagree.

If you know
the likelihood of an outcome

is statistically unfavorable,
that thing should be avoided.

Like a TV in the bedroom.

Okay, now I don't know
what you're saying.

Oh, um,

Booth wants a TV in the bedroom,
but Brennan doesn't

because she heard
that statistically

it's less likely
she'll have sex.

I find it is safer to adhere
to the percentages.

Yeah, but it's
also boring.

I mean, sometimes
the best things in life

happen against the odds.

Think about anything
you've ever really wanted.

Right?
Like a perfect job or-or...

finding the love of your life.

Those are one-in-a-million
chances, right?

But for you,

the odds don't even apply

until you're both clear
about what you want.

Thank you, Angela.

That was, like,
the best talk/monologue

I've ever been part of.

As to the injuries
to the victim's skull?

Oh, yes.

Check out the damage

on the right zygomatic,
mandible and maxilla.

These fractures
are perimortem.

The damage is
suggestive of

a blunt force weapon
with an uneven surface,

at least 12 centimeters
in diameter.

What, like a big rock?

Which is not at all like
the straight-edge weapon

used to fracture
the ulna.

So, multiple weapons.

Perhaps multiple killers.

Hey, so I just finished
my analysis of the food

in Senator O'Malley's stomach.

Turns out, the guy's
last meal was pigeon.

Ew!

Was he hanging out with hobos?

Either that or Granny Clampett
picked up some roadkill.

I-I don't know what that means.

But several
Far Eastern cultures

consider pigeon--
particularly pigeon heads--

to be delicacies.

But how many Far Eastern
restaurants in the D.C. area

actually serve pigeon?

I do not know.

However, I believe Agent Aubrey
is quite knowledgeable

when it comes to
local cuisine.

Perhaps you could
call him and ask.

I figured out
who you were talking about.

How you doing,
chickadee?

For an Internet-based society,

D.C. sure seems to be stuck
in the trees-killing era.

That all O'Malley's?
Yep.

Guy is clean as a whistle.

Except... this.

It's a copy of his personal
financial statements

dating back three years.

Now, you see that
withdrawal for two G's?

Staring me right in the face.

That's a recurring
withdrawal.

Always for $2,000.

Always the same time
of the month.

Sounds like drugs,
you ask me.

Well, according to Cam,

his tox report was negative,

so I'm leaning towards
prostitutes.

So maybe the wife was right

and her husband
was having an affair.

Just not with
Senator Winters.

My thoughts exactly.
So I tracked down the cab driver

that picked O'Malley up
from the fund-raising dinner.

He said that he, uh,

dropped O'Malley off at some
Indonesian restaurant downtown.

Where he met his lover.

Cabbie remembers seeing

a young woman embracing O'Malley
outside of the restaurant,

which incidentally serves
the best pigeon in town.

Ew.

Oh, what's that smell?

Oh, that would be durian,

referred to in Indonesia
as the king of fruit,

frequently added to sayur.

Remind me to get
some to take home.

So our home can
smell like a foot.

I mean, who needs a TV to get
in the way of our sex life

when we have foot smell, right?

Table for two?
No.

FBI.
We have A-rating for clean.

You could see!
That's great.

You know what?
I'm not interested.

You know him?
Ah, Rick.

Kind man.
He have big appetite.

Good tipper.
Why? He in trouble?

When was the last time you saw him?
Yesterday.

Nighttime.
He good friend with waitress.

Well, that could be
his lover, Booth.

Great, okay.
Is she working here tonight?

You not hurt her?

I just want
to talk to her, okay?

Anissa!

- Booth?
- Yeah?

I don't think
Senator O'Malley

was having an affair
with that woman.

Why's that?

Based on the
pronounced zygomatics,

the high orbital
ridge of her face,

I'm quite confident
that this is

Senator O'Malley's
daughter.

Rick O'Malley is
my biological father.

Is something wrong?
Is he in trouble?

Biological father?
So, you were adopted?

Him and my mom
had a one-night stand.

I didn't know who he was
until four years ago.

And when you turned 18,

you could legally obtain
your birth record.

- Yeah.
- I imagine

that you would be upset
that your father abandoned you

for your entire
childhood.

That would be hard
on any child,

no matter what their age.
No.

I mean, sure,
I-I wondered about him.

But, I don't know,
it was never a thing.

And when you found out

he was a senator,
you saw there was opportunity.

- Excuse me?
- We know Senator O'Malley

withdrew $2,000 monthly
from his bank account.

We can only assume he
made those same deposits

into your account.

So, I mean, what happened?

Did you threaten to tell
the press that he had

an illegitimate daughter
if he didn't pay?

No, no. He was just helping me
with college like a dad does.

I don't buy it.
I mean, if he really

supported you, why didn't
you make a public statement?

Because I asked him
not to.

The first time
that he ran for Senate,

he asked me to be
a part of the campaign,

but I didn't want to be
some D.C. scandal.

Didn't he tell you all of this?
Why are you here?

I take it you haven't been
watching the news?

No, I've been
in class all day. Why?

I'm sorry to tell you,

but your-your father
was killed last night.

No, no, no, no.

He-he couldn't have been.

I just, I was with...
I just saw...

Last night,
you were with him,

and as far as we know,
from what we can gather,

you were the last person
who saw him alive.

So, what?
You think I killed him?

No. No, no, no, no.

He-he came here all the time.

It wasn't out of the ordinary.

We would

sit and-and eat
and talk.

And what about
last night?

Um...

He was upset.

He-he said something about
a vote, that the party

was making him vote
a way he didn't want to.

Did he say what he was
intending to do?

No, just...

I-I told him
to follow his heart.

Okay, and what time
did he leave?

Um, I-I drove him home,
around 11:00.

The last time I saw him,
he was...

he was headed inside.

See this abrasion
on the left temporal?

Here?

That is directly behind
where the ear would be.

I took a measurement.

It has the same radius
as a 31-gauge needle.

Makes sense-- an ideal
place to poison someone

is behind the ear because
a coroner seldom looks there.

But the tox screen
came back negative.

Well, I have
a thought on that.

What if the killer first
tried to poison O'Malley,

make it look like he died
of natural causes?

But then he fought back,

causing the needle
to scrape along the skull

before being torn out.

Exactly. Her first method
of murder failing,

the killer
turned to a more

brutal means to end things.

"Her"?

Poison is a murder weapon

most often used by women.

Although, I think I'm more of
a flamethrower kind of gal.

Well, it's important
to have flair.

You know it.

Have Hodgins swab the abrasion;
maybe he can

figure out what type of poison
was being used.

Statistically, women are
five times more likely

than men to use poison
as a murder weapon.

So, playing the odds,
leaves us the wife,

the illegitimate child
and the majority whip.

If this case isn't D.C.,
I don't know what is.

I had my money on the whip.

She was a doctor
before she came to politics.

She'd have the easiest access
to poison and needles.

If you ask me,

I'd guess the wife, except for
that pesky alibi of hers.

Except... she doesn't have one.

I talked to the manager
of the hotel

where she stayed near UVA.

No one saw her or heard from her
between 10:00 p.m. and 7:00 a.m.

Plenty of time
to drive home,

kill the senator,
then return to the hotel.

Also, Lynette O'Malley
is a diabetic.

And guess what size needle
her pharmacy says she uses?

31-gauge?
Bingo.

Same size that the squints found
on the victim's skull.

Okay, I'm convinced.

I'll get a warrant
for the house.

You get Booth and
get over there now.

Once we get to the house,

just let me do all the
talking, you understand?

Gee, thanks, Dad,
but I can handle myself.

All right, look, Aubrey,
I know you know what to do.

But I'm just saying, if
you're serious about getting

into politics one day, you
just, you have to be careful

about what you say, Aubrey.
Okay.

I'll hang back.
Good, all right.

Bones, what is it?

Hodgins found traces of a poison
called Succinylcholine

on the abrasion to the skull.

I think I've heard
of that stuff.

It is often considered

an ideal homicidal poison

because its half-life
is exceptionally short,

meaning the body
metabolizes it so rapidly,

it would be untraceable
in the blood.

Well, that's why the tox screen
came back negative.

Precisely.

Maybe I'm being hopeful,
but the ideal homicidal poison--

I'm guessing that stuff isn't
sold in the local drugstore.

No. However, it is
common to hospitals

because of its use
as a paralytic.

You know who has
admitting privileges

at D.C. West Hospital?

Majority whip. Senator Winters.

Okay, great. Is it me or
does it just look like

there's more of them
here than before?

Looks like a press conference.
I'm telling you, right?

Agent Booth, can we ask you
some questions?

Does the FBI have
a suspect in custody?

Is that the announcement
you're gonna be making today?

Agent Booth, has there been
some sort of development

in my husband's case?
Sorry, what's going on here?

Looks like you're about to make
a statement to the press.

I'd remind you this is
an ongoing investigation,

and there is information
that we are not yet

releasing to the public.
No, I promise

the announcement has nothing
to do with the investigation.

Governor Doland will be

arriving shortly
to announce his invocation

of the Widow's Mandate.
What are you talking about?

When a senator dies
while in office,

it falls to the governor
to appoint a replacement

for the remainder
of the term.

Historically,
governors have

selected a
lawmaker's widow,

as she's most likely to share
his political ideology.

So, what? He's gonna
appoint her now? Today?

- That is his intention.
- No. No.

Th-That's motive, okay?
Cancel the press conference.

Aubrey, just back down.
I got this.

We need to ask you
a few questions, Mrs. O'Malley.

No.

Lynette, don't say a word.

You're out of line.

Have a seat, Senator.

I got a couple questions
for you, as well.

Uh. I've been back and forth
over these remains like

a kabillion times,
and I'm not seeing anything new.

Ms. Warren,
you need to calm yourself.

I know, but
Booth and Aubrey

are holding
Senator Winters

and Lynette O'Malley
until we find something.

I thought you were
more focused

when feeling
emotionally unstable.

What can I say?

Angela's pep talk worked.

Emotionally,
I'm as fit as a fiddle,

which means my focus

is a little fidgety.

What about this nick
near the coracoid process

inside the glenoid cavity?
It's in my notes.

It's a hack mark
from the dismemberment.

I don't think so.

Note the hemorrhagic staining
inside the wound.

Its location suggests

the subclavian artery
was likely penetrated,

causing the victim
to bleed out.

So sharp force trauma--

on top of the two distinct

blunt force injuries
we found earlier.

That's three weapons in all.

Note the blue staining
deep inside the nick.

Uh, so, what?

Most of the bones were stained

when they went through
the street sweeper.

True. However, the blue
inside this wound

is too deep to have been left
by the street sweeper.

So he was killed
with a paintbrush?

I need to talk
to Angela.

My gut tells me

we're not looking at
three separate weapons.

Your gut?

Well, it's a vibe.

There's a time and a place,
Ms. Warren.

Agent Aubrey,
so far I've heard no evidence

that should stop
the governor

moving forward with
his appointment.

I need to know,

was there anyone,
anyone at all,

that can corroborate that
you were at the hotel?

No.

I was exhausted and I passed out
the minute I got to the room.

You don't even have proof the
the senator was killed at home.

Ah, look what I found
in the garage, huh?

Same size that was used
to chop up the body.

Looks like we found your proof.

We know the victim was struck

by three seemingly
disparate objects.

The first is a sharp

V-shaped cleft.

The second injury

was the result of
a long, hard, flat surface

striking the ulna.
Yeah. Well, whatever it is,

it measures at least
20 centimeters.

The third injury was caused
by an uneven, rocky surface.

The blow
to the side of the face.

The perimortem damage

was just under
eight centimeters.

I don't see it.

Each of these shapes
is completely distinct.

Angela,

position the rocky surface
on top,

rotating it 180 degrees.

Now position the flat edge

several inches below
that, horizontally,

with the sharp force trauma
outline to the left of that.

Wait a second.

Why does that look familiar?
Because you live in it.

That is the great
Commonwealth of Virginia.

Oh.

Well, how can a state
be a murder weapon?

Well, unless the state
of Virginia is composed of coal, it's not.

What did you find?
The blue you saw in the stab wound

is the result
of petrified coal.

It can turn organic
tissue blue.

I need to call Booth.

This is ridiculous.

The press is literally
on our doorstep.

Relax. Like
Agent Aubrey said,

this is an ongoing
investigation.

They can't release any
information to the public.

Bones, what do you got?

The murder weapon is

a statue or an award
or something

in the shape of Virginia.

It's made of petrified coal.

Hold on.

Hold on.

Booth, what are you looking for?

This.

Okay.

Bones, I got it.

There's only one problem.
It smells like bleach.

We're not gonna be able to find
any blood evidence on it.

We don't need it.

You see the rough edge
of the statue?

The northernmost part
of the state?

Bones, just tell me what
I'm looking for here, okay?

The killer must have used

extreme force when
striking the victim.

If the murder weapon

was held by that side,

it is likely
she cut herself on it.

Okay, so you're saying
there was a cut

on the killer's hand?

There's a very good chance

that the coal stained the tissue

at the site of the cut.

Look for blue discoloration.

Got it. Thanks.

Okay, break it up, let's go.

I need to see the palms
of both your hands.

Why? I demand to know
what you're looking for.

Put your palms out.

No blue.

No blue.

Mr. Morales.

Let's see the palms
of your hands, please.

I don't even know
what this is about.

It's about you following
simple directions.

Now do what the man said.

Look at that.

Blue.

Eric?

You two were having an affair.

I'm sorry, Lynette.

I swear to you,
she had nothing to do with this.

Rick was gonna vote
against the party.

I tried to tell him, but no.
He's just so damn stubborn.

He was gonna ruin
our future, for what?

A handful of jobs?
I couldn't let that happen.

You knew about
the Widow's Mandate.

Eric, how could you?

I did it because I knew.

You and me, working together--

we could have made
a real difference.

You understand
how to make sacrifices

for the greater good.

And I figured that once you were
done grieving, that...

Don't you love me?

Doesn't matter now.

You are under arrest

for the murder of
a United States senator.

Let's go.
Lynette...

♪

So she's officially not
taking the senator's seat?

The governor withdrew his offer,
which is understandable.

The whole thing's been a huge
P.R. scandal for the party.

Do they know
who they're going to appoint?

Nope.

And to tell you the truth,
I don't think it really matters.

As far as I can tell,

one politician is
just as bad the next.

You don't believe that.

Well, don't you?

No.

'Cause for every
slime bag out there,

there's also somebody like you.

And as long as there's
yous around, then I know

that there's somebody who is
looking out for this country.

And me.

Except when I'm holding
your past against you.

Yeah. No one's perfect.

Especially not the guy
who is forcing me to eat pigeon.

Come on.
I'm doing you a favor.

I'm trying to teach you
about the finer things in life.

Ah, yes,
the finer things.

Do you know the hours
I have to work

so that I can eat something
better than roadkill?

Look, just trust me on this one.

If I vomit...

You're not gonna vomit.

Well, you seem very certain of yourself.
I am.

I'm also pretty certain
about you.

Keep your eyes closed.

Ow.
Don't run into the wall, Booth.

I'm not running, you're steering me.
No, I'm not...

I can't see.
You can't...

Where's the bed?
You're too strong to steer.

Okay. Now, uh... no!

Don't.
It's right here.

Okay.
Ow.

You just stepped on my boot.
You can open.

Oh, wow. Wow!

What's this?

It is quite clearly
a television.

I know that.
But you know what?

But you said no.
This has got to be

at least 50 inches.
Fifty-six.

I was told
the ideal size for a television

was half the distance
from the viewing area.

This is great! I... Thank you
so much for buying this.

I didn't buy it. We're leasing.

Huh?
Think of this as an experiment.

If our intimacy level falls
below a certain threshold,

then the TV
gets returned.

What's the threshold?

A number of my choosing.

But I'm sure you can
rise to the challenge.

Really?

Rising...

But not tonight,
'cause I want to watch the news.

Hey, what do you mean?
Wait, what news?

I'm being interviewed for
my participation in the case.

Also, there's a documentary
I've been meaning to watch.

Have you seen James Cagney's
White Heat?

"Look at me, Ma!
Top of the world!"

My Bogart was
much better than that.

Are you kidding me?

Your Bogart sounded like Zoolander.
No. Booth...

Give me that.
I don't watch...

I don't watch
science fiction.

All right!

We'll get the game on!
No, not the game.

The Flyers! Put it on!
They play tonight!

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