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GOODMAN: These remains,
dating from the Iron Age,

were found at the bottom
of shaft three at the site.

There were five sets
of human remains found.

This is the only one
found whole.

He's in good shape.

1,500 years old:
he shouldn't look this good.

Which is why we're here.

We're either going
to authenticate the finest set

of human remains
from the Iron Age ever found,

or dash the hopes
of a thousand scholars.

Let me know how it turns out.

But, Dr. Goodman,
this is extremely prestigious.

Aren't you going to be
a part of the team?

I have an institution to run.

Didn't you used to be
an archaeologist?

Yes, Mr. Addy.

Thanks for reminding me.

X-rays. Pictures.

We're gonna do this
without touching

the actual skeleton
as much as possible.

Kid gloves?
Latex should be all right.

Zack,

were you being
metaphoric?

I decided to give it a shot.

Which is also metaphoric.

( sighs)
I need a receptionist.

I can't have just anybody
waltzing in here.

Take a look at this.

A bunch
of red circles?

Each circle shows
where a body part was found.

What is this, an airport?
Los Angeles International.

Local pathologist says the
remains are in pretty bad shape.

So he punted to the FBI.

Airports, they fall
under federal jurisdiction.

Excellent use
of the word "punt."

I can't go to Los Angeles.

I have an Iron Age warrior
to authenticate.

Iron Age warrior?

Okay, when was
the Iron Age?

1,500 years ago.

No. Fresh body bits, just
a little bit more urgent.

You do realize there are
lot more fresh bodies

than there are perfect specimens
from the Iron Age?

And when you say
things like that,

it's just to bug me, right?

Do we have to go through this
every time?
Exactly.

Booth can't just
walk in and say,

"Pack your bags,
we're going to L.A."

Oh, yeah, yeah.
The whole Ice Age warrior thing.

BOTH: Iron Age.
And that's not the only thing.

Homeland Security has
just asked Dr. Brennan

to identify three
bodies found in...

I'm not allowed to say.
The point is, Agent Booth,

Dr. Brennan is in great demand
on several very pressing cases

and she's needed
here at the museum.

Why should I send her
to California?

Sexy case in Hollywood?

How much more good press
could the Jeffersonian get?

But, Dr. Goodman?

You said
the Iron Age warrior

was of
the highest priority.

I can step in on that case.

You pack your bags.

This car doesn't feel
very FBI-ey.

Hey, Bones, this is
a 1966 Mustang.

It's a classic.

What goes better than that
with the FBI?

How come on the
rental agreement
under "model"

you made the guy
write "sedan"?

Come on.

We're in California.

Look, palm trees.

Yeah, I'd like
to drive sometime.

Look, our contact out here
is Special Agent Tricia Finn.

I'm an excellent driver.
Okay, Rainman.

I don't know what that means.
Well, I'm always going to drive.

You know that, right?

Me behind the wheel,
and you over there

on the grandma side.

I'm not above telling
Deputy Director Cullen

what kind of car
you rented.

HODGINS:
Do you want us to do something,

or just stand here
and watch?

I'm getting a feel
for the fellow.

A feel?
Well, there's no bugs on him,

haven't been for
over a thousand years.

There may be spores
and pollens, correct?

Probably not.

Dozens of species of pollens
have been discovered

from the Cretaceous Era--
how long ago was that?

65 million years.

That was
a pretty good comeback.

When authenticating
a find like this,

we have to be
at the top of our game.

Yeah, well, we all know
that you're gonna say,

"I am unable to authenticate
with confidence."

Why would he do that?

When you declare
something authentic,

you run the risk
of being proven wrong.

That doesn't happen
if you equivocate.

As head of the Jeffersonian,
Dr. Goodman will place

the reputation
of the institution

over everything else.

I'm an archaeologist.

My findings will be congruent
with the facts.

All due respect,
you used to be an archaeologist.

I... have no idea what's going
on between you two right now.

Agent Finn, why was the body
removed from the crime scene?

FINN:
Call me Tricia, Dr. Brennan.

The body was removed

because parts were visible
to arriving flights.

Here's a map of the crime scene
with a legend.

Now, there's
a marked cone

at the location
of each body part,

and each photograph
corresponds to a cone.

That's how they did it
in your book.

She got that from me.

This is not a dismemberment.
Are you sure, Bones?

I mean, this is
Los Angeles, you know?

They're showy.

Is it possible
that the body parts were

ground up in a landing gear
and then dumped

when the airplane
landed?

The dispersal rate is wrong.

It looks to me like the body

was pulled apart by...
a pack of dogs.

More likely, coyotes.

Coyotes at the airport?

We've got coyotes everywhere.

Did you know that?

No, I thought coyotes were,

you know, a cowboy thing.

I'd like to see the remains now.

BRENNAN:
I need all the dirt, silt,

bits and pieces collected
with the body parts,

sent back to the Jeffersonian
immediately.

BOOTH:
You know what I like?

When there's no flesh
on the bones.

Just a personal preference.

There's not much left, anyway.

You know, Dr. Brennan,

as a screenplay
writer myself,

I'd be happy to help you
in any way I can

with regard to your movie.
Excuse me?

Someone told me
they're thinking of making

your book into a movie.
Say something, Bones.

Well, all I know is
I'm supposed to meet

some big movie producer
while I'm here--

if I have time,
which I probably won't.

Does the pathologist need
any further access

to the remaining
soft tissue?

No. He got everything
out of it he could.

So my own screenplay is

about this FBI agent who
finds herself on the trail

of a former
boyfriend, and...

Oh... um... God.

It's okay if
you have to leave.

This is not good.

Yeah, thanks for that insight.

No.

I mean the architecture
of the skull

has been radically altered.

You mean rotting
and being eaten by coyotes,

and having the face
ripped off by you?

No, by surgery.

Lots of surgery.

I'm not sure I'll be able
to tell who this was.

BRENNAN:
Are you getting the feed, Zack?

Yes, Dr. Brennan, I'm looking
at the X-rays you beamed me.

I'm going to have
the bones cleaned,

but there's still
vestiges of flesh.

ADDY:
remnants and silt this morning.

Are you there, Ange?

Hey! Is it sunny, sweetie?

Tell me it's sunny.

It's sunny.

I sent you the entire skull.

You want a reconstruction?
If you can.

If I can?
Have I ever failed you?

This one's different;
you'll see what I mean

when you get it.
Zack?

Here, Dr. Brennan.

I make this a young woman.

ADDY:
the look of the X-rays.

Cause of death?
I see evidence of stabbing.

One hit to the sternum,
two to the costal cartilages.

Estimated time of death?

Degradation of remains suggests

the body was
left out in the open

between a week and ten days.

And the marks on the bones
suggest carnivorous feeding

beyond insects,
birds and rodents.

Coyotes.
They have coyotes?

Yes.

That would explain
the dispersal of remains.

A pack of coyotes finds
the body,

pulls it apart,

and spreads out to eat
in solitude.

The teeth are veneered.

The jaw has been broken
and reset.

Same with the right leg.

Have you seen
any movie stars yet?

No, why?

Apparently, it's a contest
when you go to L.A.,

in which the winner is
the person

who sees the most celebrities.

You have a whole skull, right?
Yes.

So, why is this going to be
so difficult?

You'll see.
Ange, on the Iron Age project,

Goodman does this thing.

Hodgins isn't going to like it.

What thing?

He theorizes, in a way.

It sounds like
he's making stuff up.

It's hard to explain, but
it's going to irritate Hodgins.

Honey, you're in California.

Forget the Iron Age.

Say these words: "Sky Bar."

Go there tonight.

Tell me everything.

Dr. Brennan,
one of these X-rays shows

two dark clumps near the pelvis.

Behind what's left
of the spleen?

I've got a list
of missing persons:

Women in their
early 20s.

Oh, do I really
for this part?e

You think she swallowed that?

Could be because
she was a drug mule.

It's an implant.

Breast implant.

Those come with serial numbers?

We should be able to identify
our victim in a couple of hours.

Unlike other burials
of the time

in which the remains were found
in a semi-fetal position,

this fellow was found
on his back,

arms at his sides,

with a piece of decorated antler
on his chest.

Do you actually need me here?

The antler honors him
as a hunter,

although his weapons tell us
he was a warrior.

ADDY:
He was in his mid-30s
when he died.

He was 1.88 meters tall.

You know, there's all
the detritus from Brennan's

Hollywood crime
to sift through.
6'1"?

A big man for his time.

Feared by his foes,

respected by
his neighbors.

They encourage that much
conjecture in archaeology?

His bones bear the marks
of battle.

His weapons are of good quality,
well-used.

He was old for a warrior.

Yet, how did he die, Mr. Addy?

Looks like
tuberculosis.

A proud man.

It was not the ending
he would've wanted.

Yet he was surrounded by family

and friends.

A good death.
Oh, please.

Now you're describing a scene

from Lord of the Rings.

I liked
that movie.

He was buried
with respect.

Weapons, jewelry.

His family did not stint
or pilfer.

Have you found any spores
or fungi, Dr. Hodgins?

Yes.

They correspond both
with the time he lived

and the geography
in which he was found.

What?

I'd like details.

You mean like a written report?

Yes. Our findings

will have to bear scholarly
scrutiny from our peers.

What's his problem?

( music playing )

My hotel doesn't even
have a pool.

Well, you're welcome
to use mine.

FINN:
Well, the breast implant lead
went nowhere.

Well, what about
the serial numbers?

The implants were reported
stolen six months ago.

Our victim must've gotten them
off the black market.

There's a black market
in breast implants?

Yeah, we have the name
of the doctor

from whom the implants
were stolen.

What use is a black market
breast implant?

Back-alley plastic surgeons
use them.

They're not even real doctors.

Are you gonna write
the screenplay?

What screenplay?

The one based on your book.

Well, I guess, maybe

the producer I'm meeting
will tell me.

BOOTH:
Okay, guys let's turn

our attention back
to the murder victim.

I'd like to go pay a visit
to Dr. Boobs.

Why? If implants were stolen
from him,

he won't know anything.

Because it's the only lead
that we've got, Finn.

And leads are great for
screenplays,

or even, say, if you're working
a real case.

( Booth whistles )

I have something
for you.

Is it chocolate?

No.

Then I find my interest
has flagged.

Nice.

Who is it?

It's the Hollywood
murder victim.

Oh, my God.

I see what Brennan means.

This woman has had a lot
of surgery.

What's with Goodman and Hodgins?

They're guys.

They should just lay 'em out on
the table and measure.

Lay what out on the table
and measure?

Okay. Awkward moment.

Let's just say

they have different approaches.

And they're guys, okay?

I'm a guy.

You're more highly evolved.

This girl didn't
just change

her face,
she changed her skull.

This is gonna make Brennan nuts.

You know one thing.
What's that?

She's gonna be beautiful.

Why would anyone go through
all this pain

and not end
up beautiful?

Do the names Michael Jackson
or Joan Rivers

mean anything to you?

One of them.

The other I'll look up.

Every culture nurtures
ideals of beauty

toward which people strive.

Fine, but in the future people
will look back

upon the surgical
alterations of the nose

or breasts or buttocks

with the same horror that we
regard the binding of feet

or the use of bronze coils
to extend the neck.

You want to speak up?

Because it's really hard
to hear every word

in this very, very
quiet waiting room.

It's barbaric. It's painful.

It's wrong.

This murder victim may never
be identified because

some glorified barber
with a medical degree

had the arrogance to think
that he could do better

than millennia
of evolution.

Do you know what producer you're
meeting with, Dr. Brennan?

No, my publisher didn't
give me a name.

I don't know what a producer
does specifically.

Nobody does.
But it's really important.

Dr. Kostov will see you now.

You can remain here, Agent Finn.

Yes, sir.

You recognize this, Dr. Kostov?

That'd be your high-profile
double-lumen full "C" saline.

Yeah, it's from a
shipment of implants

you reported stolen
six months ago.

I have a hard time believing

you're returning
one implant to me.

I found it in the remains
of a murdered girl.

Have any more of those stolen
implants been recovered?

Yeah, approximately
three weeks ago.

There was a faulty one
that had to be removed

by a surgeon out in the Valley.

From whom?

A Heidi.

I don't know what that means.

L.A. speak for call girl.

LAPD was investigating.

They can tell you what agency
the girl was working for.

You have the most beautiful

bone structure.

I can't take credit.
It's genetic.

How old are you?

Why do you want to know?

Well, it's never too early
to watch problem areas.

The jaw, little pouches
beneath the eyes.

Do you mind?
You touch her,

she'll break your arm.

She thinks what
you do is...

Barbaric.

Don't look at me.
I like my face the way it is.

MONTENEGRO:
Sweetie, I'm having a hard time
with this skull.

Did you try filling in
the surgical scoring?

I can't be definitive.

All the usual indicators
have been modified.

I made three variations
of facial reconstructions.

She had her cheekbones shaved,

her chin changed,
her jaw reconstructed.

That's just what she did
to her bones.

We don't have a clue what she
did to the soft tissue.

Her nose, her brows, her cheeks.

Just start with her basic
architecture.

We'll go from there.

The basic architecture is
what I can't find.

You're gonna have to make
a best estimate.

Did you just tell me to guess?

No, I said make a best estimate

based upon
your experience and expertise.

Okay, well, dress it up
however you want,

but it's still a guess.

Look, my experience and my
expertise don't extend to this.

A facial reconstruction might
not be helpful in this case.

Angela, I told you it'd be hard.

Just do what you can.

Okay, Brenn,

you're being a little edgy
and tart with me.

And all I'm trying to do is
tell you the truth.

What this young woman did
to herself--

it's as if she completely
removed her own identity.

Who hates herself so much that
she not only changes her looks,

but her core architecture?

If we don't know who she is

then how will we be able
to catch

the person who murdered her?

Is that your way of apologizing?

Yes, Angela.

I accept.

I love your guts, sweetie.

BRENNAN:
According to LAPD, a black
market breast implant

from the same shipment showed up
in another girl

from Aphrodite Escorts.

FINN:
Are you missing anyone?

We're not looking into your
business, Ms. Bardu.

We're just trying
to solve a murder.

I haven't heard from Rachel
in two weeks.

Is that unusual?

I prefer to ask the questions
my own way, Agent Finn.

Thanks.

Rachel booked out
at a one-week rate.

She knows to check in with me

if the client wants
to extend the contract.

It's time to worry.

Do any of these women
resemble Rachel?

If I had to pick one,

this is the closest,
but not really.

Rachel have a last name?

Rachel wasn't even
her real first name.

She goes by

Rachel LaChance.

Rachel went to Vegas with
a long-time customer.

I need his name.

Ms. Bardu, it's
always the same story--

a beautiful young woman.

Somebody wants to meet her.

Somebody can't
have her.

Somebody dies.

Dr. Anton Kostov.

An assembly-line
nip/tucker

in town.

If that's all...

Do you have a card,
Ms. Bardu?

We provide

a law enforcement
discount.

Ms. Bardu, do you have
any idea

what Rachel looked like
before her plastic surgery?

Which time?

The skull is in
extremely good shape.

ADDY:
Cranial measurements
are congruent

with ancient Saxons,
Celts and pre-Aryans.

GOODMAN:
Which matches the location
of the find.

I used Saxon tissue depth
for the markers.

However, every skull requires
its own unique demands.

Are you certain of your
calculations, Ms. Montenegro?

A lot more certain than I am

on Brennan's Hollywood hooker
case.

This is a Pict.

Picti actually means
"painted ones" in Latin.

The Romans feared them.

Very little was written
about them or by them.

Fierce warriors,
falsely reported

to be small in stature.

HODGINS:
He's a Pict.
So what?

The Picts are from

the far, far north
of the British Isles,

far above Hadrian's Wall.

The remains
were found

at an archaeological site

in Southern England,
near Wales.

A Pict can't go for a walk?

These remains represent
an archaeological anomaly.

This is unique in that
no Pict has ever been
found in this far south before.

If we can remove
the clothing

and take a closer
look at the bones...

It's a face. Maybe
Angela got it wrong.

Hey!
Or Zack screwed up
the measurements.

Hey!
This whole Pict
business sounds

like one
of your stories.

Enough.

Are you trying to get fired?

Science is no country
for storytellers, baby.

Kostov knew Rachel
as a patient,

and she knew him
as a client.

Kostov wasn't the victim's
only plastic surgeon.

These are ten-times
magnifications

of the victim's jawbone surgery.

Kostov doesn't do work
this sophisticated.

Meaning she had more
than one plastic surgeon.

Zack Addy.

I live to serve.

Zack, this
facial surgery--

the edges of the bone
are almost scalloped,

as if the blade simultaneously
cut and applied torsion.

You need to know
if this procedure

is recognized and sanctioned

by the American Medical
Association.

You think Kostov is performing
illegal surgical procedures?

It won't help us to discover
the identity of our victim,

but it might help us
catch her killer.

That's the point, Bones.

What?
To catch the murderer.

I'm sending you a catalogue
of all the stuff they sent me.

Soil samples, pollen,
particulates, etc.,

that were on the body parts.

Nothing too surprising
except for e-glass fibers.

She didn't pick that up
in a field.

No, it's marine fiberglass.

The victim was on a boat
shortly before she died.

Also, look at this:
a fingernail-- probably her own.

I sent it to the FBI crime lab
so they could run DNA tests.

That's zirconium, by the way,
not a diamond, so I'm guessing

she wasn't your top-drawer,
high-class prostitute.

ADDY:
All the osteological
perturbations

are consistent with
recent elective surgeries,

except for compound fractures
in the right tibia

and fibula, which indicate
traumatic compression

ante-adrenarche.

The victim had
her leg crushed.

Probably in a car
accident around age 13...

Excuse me, that's my cell phone!
I analyzed the molars.

Oxygen and strontium isotopes
in the enamel

indicate early childhood
in New England,

while the dentin suggests
six to ten years

in Southern California.

Hey, Ms. Bardu, hi.
Special Agent Booth.

I reconsidered your offer.
I was wondering if I could have

one of your ladies
visit me today.

You're ordering a prostitute
from my cell phone?

I was wondering if
Rachel ever took part

in any of those
two-on-one specials.

Hey, the old two-on-one
special-- classic.

What's a classic?
That's great.
Just send me

whoever she worked
with the most.

You're ordering a hooker
to my hotel?

Did I hear you
say hooker?

How come I never get to go
on these out-of-town trips?

'Cause you have much looser
daily allowances than I do.

Well, have fun.

I have to get up early tomorrow.

Why?
I'm meeting the producer.

Oh, you're one
of those guys.

What guys?

One of those guys who say
they just want to talk.

I do just want to talk.

I'm an FBI agent.

Okay, I get the drill.

What am I playing?

No, really, Leslie, I...

I really am
an FBI agent.

I just want to ask you
some questions, that's all.

About what?

About your friend Rachel.

Look, I'm sorry, but I think...
I think she's been murdered.

This can't
be happening.

Oh, God.

Rachel was so nice.

She was really an actress.

You know, the way
I'm really a singer.

We all say we're
something different
than what we are.

None of us want to be
what we are.

You know Rachel's real name?

Candice.

Candice Hayden.

But I doubt that
was her real name.

She said she was
from Stockton,

but I told her I was

from Coeur d'Alene,
and I was lying.

Do you know why anyone
would want Candice dead?

We see things we
shouldn't all the time.

We know things

about powerful people they
don't want us to know.

Candice have
anyone in her life?

Nick.

For a while.

I forget his last
name, but he played

some kind of
terrorist on 24.

He got killed in
like four seconds.

Nick know that Candice
was a call girl?

No, not at first.

And when he found out,
he was really mad.

He smashed out all the
windows of her car.

I'm sorry, miss,

but you're
going to have to leave.

BOOTH: Listen, buddy,
I don't know what your

problem is, but this
is my little sister,

okay? I'm visiting

from C'oeur d'Alene,
and I asked her

here for a drink, which
is taking a hell of a

long time, by the way.

I'm sorry, sir, but
we have strict rules...

You might want to have
a little respect.

And check on those drinks
for us, okay, pal?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Thank you.

So... we're just

gonna sit here
and have a drink?

That's all?

That's all, Leslie.

Have a drink,
enjoy the view,

pretend we belong,

and, later,
catch a murderer.

Agent Booth,
can I have a moment, please?

Um...

Have I done
something to offend you?

Look, I'm not
really into this

whole West Coast,
in-touch-with-your
feelings-thing, so...

Um... I'm really good
at my job,

and I've been nothing but
cooperative and helpful to you,

but you just freeze me out.

Mm-hmm.

And I know you have nothing
against working with women

because you're partners
with Dr. Brennan, so...

your problem must be with me.

Look, I don't have anything
against you, Agent Finn.

I just don't like the
way you view the FBI.

What do you mean?

This is a proud and noble job,

but you're using it
to get to something else.

My advice:

Write you script, get an agent--

hell, have a little
plastic surgery--

but quit using my Federal
Bureau of Investigation as

a stepping-stone into something
that you think is better.

Because in my book,
there is nothing better.

I'm here with Penny Marshall,

one of the most prolific
hyphenates in Hollywood,

actress, producer
and director

of such hits as A League
of Their Own and Big.

Her latest project

is Bred in the Bone.

It's a thriller based

on the novel by crime-
fighting anthropologist

Dr. Temperance Brennan.

Okay. So,

how did this all
come together?

I have no idea.

Well, my brother Gary

gave me the book
and I liked it,

and then this whole
bidding war started,

and I don't usually
get into that kind

of thing,
but in this case...

A bidding war?

That's got to be a thrill

for a first-time author.

I wasn't actually there.

You must be a big fan

of Penny's films.

So, which one's your favorite?

Well, I enjoyed
her humorous treatment

of the time-space paradox.

Big!

Ah.

That's very funny.
Time-space paradox.

Penny, who is going
to write the script?

BRENNAN:
Don't...

I get to do that?

We'll talk.

( phone ringing )

Cut. Stop.
Whatever you say.

Brennan.

Well, I want
to come with you.

I have to go 'cause
we have a suspect and...

I have to go.

Would you look at that...
passion.

Pretty good chance
that one of these

leaping losers
is our killer.

You always think
it's a boyfriend.

Well, he loved her, found out
that she was a prostitute.

I'd say anyone who plays
this stupid game

is capable of murder.

Well, then, you got
this case sewed up.

Why don't you just go
and arrest them all?

BOOTH:
Excuse me, guys.

Ladies.

Ladies, gentlemen.

Excuse me. Please.

Hey, everyone
who isn't Nick Harbison

go get the ball.

BRENNAN:
Go fetch.

God, she was so sweet.

I actually thought about

getting back together with her,
even though...

You broke all the
windows in her car?

Well, what would you do
if you found out your girlfriend

was a prostitute?

When did you
last see Rachel?

Sandra.

Her name was
Sandra Kane, at least

as far as I knew.

When did you last see Sandra?

About a month ago.

I was tending bar

at a function at the Colony.

Did you speak to her?

No.

No, I was working.

So was she.

I didn't kill her.

How could you
not know what

she was doing
for money?

Did you even know her at all?

She said she was modeling.

The thing about Sandra is that,

and as pretty as she was,

she was just never
pretty enough.

She'd be all
black and blue,

and then she
would heal

and she would look beautiful.

I mean really, really beautiful,

and we'd be sure that something
was gonna break for her,

and, of course,
it wouldn't.

And then she would be back
in front of that mirror,

and no matter what I said...

Look, look.

I-I never knew her,
I never understood her.

I'm probably the last guy
you should be asking about her.

He's an actor;
of course he's convincing.

I don't know.
Doesn't seem to work very much.

He's playing volleyball
in the middle of the day.

Just an observation.

GOODMAN:
I have an announcement.

You are unable to positively
authenticate the skeleton.

That is correct.

Told you.

Given the inconsistencies

between the specimen's
geographic location,

physiognomy and artifacts,
I cannot in good faith

authenticate the find.

Is this because
of how I made him look?

'Cause there's a certain amount
of subjectivity involved

in recreating a face.

A certain amount, yes, but,

the fact is,
he displays Pictish features.

For all we know, this skull
doesn't belong to this body.

Even though on X-rays
it looks as though the head

is properly attached
to the spinal cord,

we could actually
go in and look,

confirm the
authenticity.

I decline to continue
the investigation at this time.

We will store the remains
in the interim.

I knew this
was gonna happen.

MONTENEGRO:
Hodgins...

Because we have been

colleagues on this,
more than superior

and subordinate, I have allowed
you to be insubordinate,

but I warn you, Dr. Hodgins,

that is over.

Do you want my letter
of resignation?

You know what would be better?

Put them on the table
and measure.

Right?

Okay, look, everybody
just turn and walk away.

If you want me to resign,
just say so.

Ms. Montenegro is right.

You think you
just won something.

I'm telling you,
Goodman was the bigger man.

Isn't it against
your ethical code

to have sexual relations
with a patient,

or do you guys even
have an ethical code?

Sex with patients
is frowned upon.

That's why he said
the implants were stolen.

No way to prove
that he was

the one who
installed them.

I did not know Rachel was dead
when you last visited,

and I did not
kill Rachel.

I made her beautiful.

You mean you took
what was unique

and particular about her
and destroyed it.

You have a serious
neurosis on the subject.

Do you have
a boat?

I do four boob jobs a day,
20 grand a pop.

Of course I have a boat.

That's all you get
without a lawyer.

So what do
you do, huh?

Pay him in
hair plugs?

HODGINS:
Still working on
the murder weapon?

Maybe it's not a knife,

maybe it's some kind
of sharpened screwdriver.

Why are you being so mean
to Dr. Goodman?

I'm not being mean.
I'm being critical
of his process.

Why are you being so
critical of his process?

Goodman should be
looking at the facts.

Is this skeleton
authentic or not? That's all.

Instead, it's all
a mishmash of conjecture.

What I think is, he's forgotten
how to do the science

and doesn't want to admit it.

Why a screwdriver?

Because there's more
torsion in the cut

than a flat-bladed knife
could bear without snapping.

It twists without breaking.

The killer would have
to be incredibly strong,

and even then,
the blade would snap.

That's what Brennan said
about the jaw surgery thing.

What?
I don't know.

I do bugs and silt,
but she said the words

"torsion" and "twist" and "cut."

This is the type of situation
where people say, "Oh, my God."

Pretend you're a person
and say it.

Oh, my God.

Scenario number one:
Prostitute gets

breast augmentation from plastic
surgeon in return for sex.

She threatens to tell on him.

Plausible.
Scenario number two.

Jealous boyfriend.
Well, yada yada.

You know the rest.
Which do you like?

Neither.
Because there's
no real evidence.

Unless you count
a volleyball.

It sounds like you're
getting ready to quit.

Quit? No.

The deputy director wants me

to hand the case over
to L.A. field office.

We're supposed to give Agent
Finn what we got and... go home.

What? Forget it.
You don't even like

Agent Finn. You think
she's an idiot.

Bones, the whole case
is a bust, it's a blank.

We don't have anything.
We checked her apartment.

Nothing. There are
no pictures, nothing.

We don't know what
she looks like.

We don't know her name...

It's like she lived on
the world instead of in it.

Cullen is calling you back
because he thinks

I'm at a dead end. You...

You have to tell
him he's wrong.

Is he wrong?

We know we're looking
for someone

who grew up in New England,

moved here
about eight years ago.

Her leg was crushed in
a car accident when she was 13.

She was on a boat shortly
before she was murdered.

We know some of her names
and some of her faces.

That's all your stuff.

Usually, by now,
we know more about my stuff.

We have separate stuff?

Yeah. By now, I usually have
a feel for the person.

What they wanted,
how they felt...

what was going on
in their lives--

with this girl, nothing.

She thought she was ugly.

She did everything she could
to make herself beautiful,

and all she did was make
herself more invisible.

Everybody in this city
thinks they're ugly,

and nobody is.

I'm starting to get why you
hate anonymous death so much.

We're born unique.

Our experiences mold
and change us.

We become someone, all of us,

and to have that
taken away by murder,

to be erased from existence
against our will, it's just...

Evil?
Unacceptable.

These bones you bring me--

I give them a face,
I say their names out loud,

I return them
to their loved ones, and you

arrest the bad guy.
I like that.

So do I.

I feel like we should
be arresting these...

doctors, because whether
they killed her or not,

they... they still erased her.

Well, maybe I could hold
Cullen off for a day.

That's not good enough.

You're welcome.

( phone ringing )

Brennan.

The murder weapon
is a larger version

of the surgical implement
used on the victim's jaw.

You compared the wounds
to the marks left on her jaw?

That's brilliant, Zack.

It was Hodgins-- well,
Hodgins quoting you, so...

it was us. Go team.
But get this.

According to the National
Plastic Surgery Association,

There's only one surgeon
who does this procedure.

Tell me he's in L.A.

He's in L.A.

Dr. Henry Atlas, Rodeo Drive,
Beverly Hills.

Go.

I'm ethically bound to ask you
for a warrant

before revealing the identity
of any of my patients.

Let me try this then.

The jaw procedure which
Dr. Brennan described to you...

Was my innovation, yes.

There's an adage
in my business:

"You can't alter
the bone."

I've proven it incorrect,

given the right patients.

How many have you done?

Perhaps half a dozen.
And if you get a warrant,

I will release the names
of my patients; otherwise...

Do you use special
operating instruments?

Yes. I designed them myself,
specially for the procedure.

Have you patented them, or
shared the design with anyone?

Not yet.

He's waiting till he has
enough success stories
to cash in.

He's going to be short
one success story.

That's right.
Let's see what we got here:

Sandra Kane?
Rachel LaChance? Candice Hayden?

Any of these women--
they ring a bell?

As I have reiterated...

I have a search warrant here...

to collect your
surgical instruments.

You'll... you'll shut me down.

You will cost me a fortune.

The only ones we require,
Dr. Atlas,

are the ones you've
designed yourself.

She told me her name
was Susan Shepherd.

( latches clicking )

Brilliant.

( knocking at door )

You wanted to see me?

You are a very difficult
and stubborn man, Dr. Hodgins.

Right now, I'd like nothing
more than to fire you.

In my position, very few
people... ( sighs )

tell me the truth anymore.

I find I enjoy it...
in some... perverse way.

You willing to admit you bailed
on the authentication?

Yes.
Seriously?

But not for the reasons
you think.

True, we might be able to
authenticate the skeleton

by taking him apart,
destroying him.

If he's a fake, that would
be fine, nothing lost.

But I think...
he's the real thing.

You do know he's been dead
for 1,500 years, right?

I am an archaeologist.

This is what we do.

We step outside the facts
and tell ourselves

the story of an individual
or a culture.

And if the story I tell
myself about this man

who lived 1,500 years
ago is true,

if he was laid to rest by people
who respect and loved him...

don't I owe it to
them not to let

the pure scientist
desecrate his remains?

Or...

you could be
totally rational

and say you were waiting for
imaging technology to improve

to the point where it wasn't
necessary to disassemble him.

Ah... yes.

I suppose I could say that;
it's less, uh...

Sentimental.

For the pure scientists.

*

I've got the murder weapon.

We have the murder weapon.

We have trace evidence
from your boat.

BOOTH:
We have testimony
from your staff

that you argued with
a woman you knew

as Susan Shepherd,
shortly before she died.

So what you need now
is a confession.

Your patient list is what's
known as "A-List," right?

Oscar winners, supermodels,
super-agents... moguls.

So how is it that a call girl
makes the grade?

You can answer that, Henry.

I did Susan's procedure
pro bono.

Why?
Because she volunteered.

( scoffs )
She was a guinea pig.

How'd you meet her?

Aw, come on.

Susan didn't just walk
into your office, did she?

Oh, just tell them, Henry.

Through another call girl--
one I used regularly.

Sometimes, these girls from
the high-class establishments

start to have expectations
beyond the professional.

She thought you were
gonna marry her?

Something along
those lines, yes.

So I made a change.
I started requesting Susan.

Did you trade plastic surgery
for sexual favors?

Obfuscate, Henry.

We did each other favors.

Went fine for a few months.

Until Susan wanted you
to marry her, too.

No. In my opinion, Susan
had become addicted
to plastic surgery.

I refused to do
any more procedures.

That's what my staff
heard us arguing about.

What was Susan like?

( quiet sigh )

She was the girl next door.

Simple, healthy...

The girl before Susan
was the opposite.

She was very flashy.

She had diamonds in
her incisors, diamonds
in her fingernails.

Bones, didn't Hodgins
find a fingernail?

Yes, with a fake diamond in it.

But Susan was the
girl-next-door type.

It wasn't her fingernail.

Jealousy. Like I said.

So, what was the name
of the escort before Susan?

The flashy one, the one
who thought you were
gonna marry her?

Tell the man what
he needs to know, Henry.

( dance music playing )

( dance music continues )

*

*

*

She thought Atlas was gonna
take her out of the life.

He wanted
the girl next door.

You were right: jealousy.

Ah, it's an old story.

Bet your 1,500-year-old
friend back home heard
a version.

Leslie thought Rachel
was stealing her man.

So she killed her.

What did she ask you?

What?

She asked you something

after she was arrested--
what was it?

She asked me...

if I thought
she was beautiful.

I got one more thing:

I had the Bureau search
for adolescent girls

that were injured
in car crashes

in the upper northeast,

ten to 12 years ago.

Daughter's right
leg was crushed.

Alison...

Her name was Alison Holmes.

Her father and her brother
are still alive

somewhere in Bangor, Maine.

We'll return
the remains.

Thanks, Booth.

Well, Bones...
you do your thing, I do mine.

Look at her.

BOOTH:
Yeah; pretty little thing.

( dance music playing )

What's that mean?