All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S05E05 - A Night at the Bones Museum (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[ Footsteps ]

[ Electricity Sparks ]

[ Coins Jingling ]

Hey!

[ Screams ]

[ Screams ]

[ Gasping ]

These are all the approvals
that you asked for, Agent Booth.
I think they're all in order.

Right. You, uh, usually
just e-mail me these, sir.

Yeah, well, since I heard
Dr. Brennan was here,
I thought I would say hello...

and ask her if there
was anything she needed
from us suits upstairs?

Oh, no. Thank you. But it--
it's nice to see you again,
Agent Hacker.

It's Assistant Director
Hacker, Bones.

"Andrew" is fine.

Andrew. Cool.For Dr. Brennan.

I'm still your boss,
Agent Booth.
And since we're at work--

Sure.

I just want you to know
I realize how busy you are,
being an author and scientist.

Loved the last book.
Not everyone could make crushing
someone to death charming.

[ Laughs ] Thank you.Well, the Bureau is grateful
for all of your help.

And I hope that you're
pleased with Agent Booth.
He's the best we've got.

- Oh, I don't know about that.
- I agree. That statement is
impossible to quantify,

since there are no other agents
partnered with forensic
anthropologists,

let alone one
with my abilities.

You know what, Bones?
You're raining on my parade.

Agent Booth, would you mind if
I had a quick word in private
with Dr. Brennan?

Sure. No problem.
He probably wants
a signed copy of your book.

Happens all the time.
No need to be embarrassed.

[ Siren Bleeps ]

Director Hacker wants
to have sex with me.Oh! He said that? Wait.

And it's AssistantDirector.

Well, he said "dinner,"
but the implication was clear.

Okay, all you gotta do is just
turn him down, you know. Be very
polite, and nobody gets hurt.

Well, he's charming,
good-looking.
Why would I turn him down?

Why? Because he's
my boss, okay? I mean,
it would just be awkward.

I'm the guy who's
gotta report to him, Bones.

The victim seems to have fried.
Local cops think a radical
environmental group did it.

Last week, apparently,
they torched a Hummer.

Sign was the same: "Big energy's
killing the planet."[ Camera Shutter Clicks ]

Well, it seems to be a poor way
to get sympathy for your cause.

- You think?
- Yes.

- The plant have security tapes?
- Your people
are getting them now.

First responders said the vic
looks like a beef jerky.Ah.

Dr. Brennan,
do you have a moment?

- No, I'm at a crime scene.
- Uh, I called, but I guess
you didn't get my messages.

You know what, Sweets?
This better be important.

Daisy and I
have been talking.

And she'd like another chance
to prove herself
as your intern.

And good-bye.
I'm gonna focus on Mr. Jerky.

[ Sweets ]
I'm aware of your concerns. And
I'll be the first to admit...

that Daisy's very unique. [ Booth ] Okay, let me guess.

No sex until you give her
what she wants, right?
Am I right?

I realize she has
impulse-control issues.She can't stop talking.

She has no sense
of personal space.

But I've been teaching her
some breathing techniques.

And I'm confident--Guys, I got a dead body
over there.

Yes. I have to work, Sweets.

[ Saroyan ]
I've never seen a burn
like this before.

Small stature. I estimate
late teens, early 20s.

If anyone's interested.

I'd consider it
a personal favor,
Dr. Brennan.

Ouch. Personal favors
are kind of like penalty shots.
You kind of have to take 'em.

Unlike dinner requests
from your boss, which you are
totally open to declining.

I will give Ms. Wick a 24-hour
probationary period.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Breathes Deeply ]

[ Breathing Deeply ]

[ Police Radio Chatter ][ Sniffs ]

This victim wasn't electrocuted.

That's what I thought.
But the plant engineer said
if there was a power surge--

- [ Sniffs ] Smell.
- [ Sniffing ]

[ Sniffs ]
Wow. It smells like Christmas.

It's frankincense and myrrh.
This victim died over
3,000 years ago.

This is an Egyptian mummy.

Like a mummy?
Like a real mummy?

Well, a real mummy that appears
to be covered in fresh blood.

And given the trajectory,
it's an arterial spurt,
most likely from a stabbing.

And this is a lot of blood.
I doubt whether whoever
it was survived.

Well, if it were a stabbing,
the mummy had to be directly
in front of the victim.

So what are you saying?
The mummy killed someone?

Booth hasn't found any victims
who were stabbed.

No hospital
or emergency room admissions.

Okay, well, he also
checked the National
Stolen Art File.

And there were no reports
on missing mummies.

But he's checking
with individual museums
and curators now.

If this mummy wasn't stolen
from a known collection,

it means that it might be the
product of an illegal tomb raid.

That makes it a priceless
anthropological find.

Yeah, but is that worth
killing for?[ Beeps ]

Well, it's a motive
I can easily understand.

We have to identify
the mummy to determine
why someone would kill for it.

You are so brilliant,
Dr. Brennan!
Thank you for giving me--

[ Breathing Deeply ]

[ Speaking Slowly ]
Another chance.
And I swear,

I will speak
in a more modulated tone.

And then, only when asked.

That's wise.

Cam's running D.N.A. and
tox screen on the blood.

Booth questioned
those ecoterrorist
freaks.

They said they found the mummy
when they went Dumpster diving.

Apparently, they thought
it would be a good symbol.

- He said their story holds.
- Identified flakes of natron.

It's a naturally occurring
sodium carbonate decahydrate.

It was used
as a drying agent...

during the mummification process
in the second century B.C.

Permission to speak?Wow, that lasted 10 seconds.

Tissue condition confirms
the mummy's a daddy-- male.

They let the females putrefy
prior to mummification
to discourage necrophilia.

- Ew. And good.
- Thank you.

Weave pattern of the linen
suggests this was
a top-notch embalming.

I mean, we may be talking about
a pharaoh or a prince here.

Someone cracked open his chest
cavity.

[ Daisy ]
An area of compaction in
the mummified tissue suggests...

something was stored in here.

I forgot to raise my hand.
I am sorry.

And judging by the margins
of the fractures,

the thoracic area was
opened quite recently.

Perhaps to remove
whatever was stored inside.

- Buried treasure
inside the mummy's chest?
- Pretty good motive to kill.

I love ancient remains.
I really do.

[ Clears Throat ]
There are particulates
embedded in the compaction.

Yep, I'm on it.

This could be
a groundbreaking find.

We could be honored by
the American Anthropological
Association!

Most definitely. Our picture
on the front of the journal.

Oh, I would love to see
my mother's face then.[ Squeals ]

[ Both Laughing ]

[ Clears Throat ]
There seems to be a separation
between the C6 and C5 vertebrae.

Some kind of wooden shaft
is connecting the head
to the spine.

Oh, let me see.

Hi. This is Special Agent
Seeley Booth with the F.B.I.

Dr. uh, Malloy, this may sound
a little strange,

but we recovered a mummy...

that may be evidence in
a homicide investigation and--

Okay, um, and you're sure
that one hasn't disappeared?

Okay. Great. Thanks. [ Handset Settles In Cradle ]

Agent Booth.Assistant Director Hacker.

I just got a call from
a Nobel laureate...

who claims you dragged
him out of bed...

to ask if he's missing
a mummy.

- I assumed it was a crank call.
- No, no.

Investigating
a potential homicide, sir.

- And there's a mummy involved?
- Preliminary report.

Huh.

So there is a potential
mummy-related victim out there.

Yeah. Bones is looking
at the old guy for clues.

A mummy. Damn.

You field agents
have all the fun.
Good luck.

Okay.Oh, by the way.

Did Temperance mention
that I asked her out?

Uh, yeah, yeah. I think she may
have said something like that.

I just wanted to make sure
there's nothing going on
between the two of you.

I wouldn't want to get
in the middle.

No, nothing whatsoever, sir.
Strictly professional.

You sure?Yeah, positive.

All right then. I'll let you
get back to pissing off
Nobel laureates.

[ Punching Phone Pad ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Screams ]

Okay, so you're spying
on Daisy.No, no, no, no.

I'm just staying close in case
an intervention is required.

This screen is so awesome.

[ Angela ]
I know. Isn't it? Yeah.

I thought you fixed her.I-- [ Murmurs ]
It's a process.

Karloff was a genius.
You could feel
the mummy's pain, you know.

He was dead, Sweets.
He felt no pain.

Emotional pain.
That never dies.

Cheery thought. Thank you.It's true.

Database has no match
on the blood.

Hodgins found some
3,000-year-old bug,
so he's all weepy.

Hope Dr. B. can get
the mummy to talk.

Research, I assume?

Yes. Uh, sure.

Imhotep is looking
for the reincarnation
of his ancient lover.

This could be a motive.What are you doing here,
Sweets?

He's Daisy's trainer.[ Sighs ]

If she attacks,
he can put her down.

[ Clears Throat ]
He was decapitated.

Can you do
a facial reconstruction?
Perhaps we can match...

his face to an Egyptian
coffin painting.

Oh, The Mummy,1932.

You don't know
who Britney Spears is,
but you know this movie.

[ Brennan ]
It's the film that made me
want to be an anthropologist.

Although I prefer
Chaney's mummy to Karloff's.

There's an extra metacarpal
on the ulnar side,

likely caused by the high
incidence of inbreeding...

among Egyptian royals.

It could just be
a single gene mutation.

Or it could be
one feature of a syndrome
of congenital anomalies.

Bring up the X-rays
of the forearm.

There. The ulna is bowed.

Antley-Bixler syndrome.
A recessive
congenital disorder,

characterized by malformations
of the skeleton...

and the skull.

Flat forehead.
Elongation of the parietal
and occipital regions.

Oh, my God!
He is 18th dynasty.

Excellent, Ms. Wick.
Excellent.

I try. I do.
[ Breathing Deeply ]

Dr. Brennan,
are you okay?

I know who the mummy is.

Yours... and mine.

I identified the mummy.I helped!

[ Brennan ]
It is a find that is certainly
valuable enough to kill for.

[ Karloff ] You will not
remember what I show you now.Oh, I love this part.

[ With Movie Dialogue ]
And yet I shall
awaken memories...

of love and crime
and death.

- Dr. Brennan?
- Uh, of course. Sorry.

His name is Anok,
the Boy with
the Bleeding Heart.

He was the second son
of the pharaoh.

And according to legend,
Anok's older brother, Meti,
fell off his horse,

and Anok trampled him to death
to ensure that he would ascend
to the throne.

Anok insisted
that his brother's injuries
were the result of the fall,

but the pharaoh didn't believe
him and he went into a rage
and he cut off Anok's head.

He became known as the Boy
with the Bleeding Heart
because his grief was two-fold--

grief for the death of his
brother and grief for the loss
of his father's love.

And what does this have to do
with the murder?

Anok is supposed to be here
at the Jeffersonian on loan
from the Egyptian government.

He's going on exhibit Friday.[ Breathing Deeply ]

But I should have let
Dr. Brennan tell you that.

[ Saroyan ]
Why wasn't he reported missing?[ Brennan ] I don't know.

I've called Booth.
We have to talk to the curator.

Why are you here?Movie. I'm just
watching the movie.

So I'm like
some kind of experiment
that you need to supervise?

No, I just thought
if you needed me--Do I look stupid?

Because I'm not, Lance.

In fact, there's lots of people
who think I'm scarysmart.

[ Muttering ]
Not about men apparently.

[ Man ]
Her lab is upstairs,
on the right.

Now, the Anok exhibit
opens on Friday.

So there's very little chance
Dr. Kaswell just let Anok get up
and walk out of her lab.

Well, of course not.
Reanimation, while extremely
entertaining, is impossible.

A cellular death
is cellular death.

When was the last time
you saw Dr. Kaswell?

Um, I guess
a day or so.

She's just been behind closed
doors with Anok while I've been
helping out with the dioramas,

which have been a nightmare.

In one scene, they painted
a group of female musicians,
and they have toes.

Toe differentiation
in Egyptian art didn't happen
until much later.

Particularly in women.I know, right?

It's fascinating.

[ Knocks ]Dr. Kaswell?

She hates to be disturbed.

[ Knocks ]

Dr. Kaswell?Just try the--

[ Doorknob Rattles ]Well, it's locked.

She's always here
at this hour. Always.

And she would never
lock herself in.We should get the key.

Of course.[ Nervous Laugh ]

Ow.

Whoo, look at that.
It's a mummy's coffin.

Yes. Beautiful, isn't it?

I can't believe
she's not here.Booth.

Yeah?Look.

[ Booth ]
It's blood.

Get this thing open.

[ Grunting ]
I got it.

[ Man ] Oh, please.
Be careful with that.
It's priceless.

- [ Booth ] Geez!
- Oh! Dr. Kaswell!

Yeah, that would
have been my guess.

[ Saroyan ] The F.B.I.'s
locked down the Egyptian wing
looking for evidence.

I can't believe
Dr. Kaswell is dead.

I just met her a couple
of months ago at a party.
She seemed nice.

She was pleasant,
but an unexceptional
anthropologist,

and obviously
quite careless.

Perhaps, but it's sad
nonetheless, Dr. Brennan,

to lose one of our own here
at the Jeffersonian.

Of course.Truth be told, we kind of
flirted with each other.

Not appropriate,
Dr. Hodgins.

Dr. Kaswell's blood's
a match for the spray
we found on the mummy.

There's some metal flakes
at the injury site. You say
the word, I'll take 'em.

One moment.

The weapon appears to have
penetrated the eye and then
entered the frontal lobe.

There's damage to
the superior orbital fissure
and sphenoid.

It must have lacerated
the internal carotid artery.

That would be consistent
with the arterial spurt.

Given the injuries, the killer
must have used a narrow,
blunt-edged instrument.

The metal shavings might help us
identify the murder weapon.

[ Clears Throat ]Speak, Ms. Wick.

I used phenolphthalein
and hydrogen peroxide
in Anok's open chest cavity.

You can see blood traces
in the compaction and evidence
of a blunt-edged instrument...

used to gouge out whatever
was hidden in his chest.

I extracted some metal shavings
for Dr. Hodgins.

Perhaps the murderer
used the same weapon
that killed Dr. Kaswell...

to open Anok's chest.

Dr. Kaswell had been studying
this mummy for weeks.

She must have known
what was inside his chest.

The Egyptian government
wouldn't allow any invasive
examination of Anok.

- And there was nothing
in her notes?
- Her notes were missing.

[ Booth ] So you were overseeing
the exhibit, Mr. Turnbull? [ Man ] Uh, administrating.

I was the, uh, go-between
coordinating things...

with Dr. Kaswell and, of course,
the Egyptian National Museum.

The Egyptians lent Anok
to the Jeffersonian.

He survived 3,000 years
in the Egyptian desert,

but he couldn't make it
two weeks in D.C.

- Hmm.
- Dr. Kaswell's notes
were missing.

I assume she took notes.

Of course. She had to turn
them all over to me...

so that I could give them
to the Egyptians.

That was part of the deal.Well, we're gonna need all
the notes that she gave you.

Of course.

Did she mention finding
anything in Anok's chest?

Chest? No.

No invasive examinations
were approved by the Egyptians.

It's not uncommon for different
departments to vie for funds for
exhibits, is it, Mr. Turnbull?

Uh, no. But as you can attest,
Dr. Brennan, scientists
usually don't kill for them.

Sure. I'm just curious.
Was anyone angry at Kaswell
because she did get the funds?

Uh--
[ Clears Throat ]

I know that
Dr. Wheaton was upset.

He's head of Ancient Rome
Culture and Artifacts.

Why was he upset?

He wanted the funds
to exhibit some new finds
in Roman portraiture.

But Alex is a good man--
a friend.

I mean,
he's a Little League coach,
for God's sake.

Did he and Dr. Kaswell
ever have words?

[ Sighs ]

Everyone has disagreements.

Well, not everyone
winds up dead.

Heart like a marathon runner.

She probably
would have made it to 90
if this didn't happen.

This poor woman. You know,
she gave me a lift last month
when my car broke down.

Maybe there really is a curse.
Messing with mummies,
clearly not a good idea.

Yeah. When I was in Rio,
some kid graffitied a mummy
in the National Museum.

The next day,
choked on his own tongue.

Seriously?"Death shall come on
swift wings...

to he who disturbs the peace
of the mummy."

I'd be angry, too,
if someone pulled my brain
out through my nose...

and stuck it
in a canopic jar.

The urine of a redheaded boy.

We need so much more
than that.

From the swab
of Dr. Kaswell's eye.

A redheaded boy
peed on her eye?

Well, not exactly.

See this? The tool used to stab
Dr. Kaswell left traces
of iron and carbon.

And to a lesser extent,
silicon, manganese
and phosphorous.

Any of those things
scream "pee"?Not that I'm aware.

Ancient metalworkers turned
iron into steel by accident.

They accidentally carburized
the iron while heating it
over charcoal,

thus turning it
into low-grade steel.

But they thought
that it was the mode...

of quenchingthe molten metal
that hardened it.

- The redheaded boy pees
on the molten metal.
- The iron turns to steel.

And our ancient metalworker
figured that the little redhead
did the trick.

- It's an instant
old wives' tale.
- Wait.

I didn't know they had
redheads in ancient Egypt.They didn't.

It was ancient Rome.
Our murder weapon
was forged in ancient Rome.

Dr. Wheaton's department has
a very extensive collection
of Roman tools:

chisels, lathes,
planes, files.

Eggheads killing
each other over exhibits
no one really wants to see.

The King Tut exhibit
was immensely popular.But, Bones,

only thing that regular people
learn from going to a museum
is how to sleep standing up.

All right?
Pretty simple.

So, I did a little checking
on Hacker, by the way.

Forty-two, never been married.
Just in case you're interested.

Late marriage is often
an indicator of a discerning,

goal-oriented individual.[ Clears Throat ]

Why is this a problem
for you, Booth?

Because he's my boss.
That's all.

And if you're gonna go out
with Hacker, then you guys
are gonna talk about me.

Why would I talk about you?Because I'm what
you've got in common.

If you're concerned that
I'd discuss any perceived
shortcomings--

Shortcomings?
What shortcomings?Honestly, Booth,

Andrew and I are
attracted to each other.

I'm sure neither of us
will think of you
for a second.

Trust me, Agent Booth,
I had no quarrel
with Dr. Kaswell.

Really? Because according
to witnesses,

you were arguing with her
in the middle
of the Titan exhibit.

He means Titian. Titian was a
16th-century Renaissance painter
from the Italian school, Booth.

- Titans were
ancient Greek gods--
- Okay.

I yelled at Dr. Kaswell.

Leslie was gloating because she
got the funding and I didn't.
I'm human. I got angry.

So stealing her beef-jerky man
was just some way of wrecking
her exhibit and seeking revenge.

But things,
they just got out of hand.
And before you know it--

A gouge is missing,
Dr. Wheaton.
An early steel scalprum.

I, um-- I don't know
where that went.

I've been asking the doctoral
candidates. They have access
to these tools for research.

Twenty-five centimeters long.
Blunt end. Two centimeters wide.

- That could definitely
be the murder weapon.
- Where were you Monday night?

Here, working.

I don't have to say
any more.

If you have evidence, arrest me.
I have work to do.

Isn't it weird
that 3,000 years ago,
Anok was a real guy?

Twenty-four years old,
like Sweets.

Living his life
and falling in love.

Yeah. Bet he didn't know his
afterlife was gonna consist of
being dissected and analyzed...

like what he really is--
just a mere mass
of chemicals.

Yeah, that was
the romantic notion
I was going for. Thank you.

Dr. Brennan wanted me to check
on those particulate swabs
from the mummy's chest cavity.

Not that I'm trying
to rush you or anything.

Is everything okay, Daisy?[ Groans ]
I can't believe you asked that.

Lance and I had
a little disagreement.

He's overbearing and untrusting.
And I'm evaluating the future
of our relationship.

You're so good to ask.
We're close, aren't we?

Hey, look what I found.
Three different particulates
within the chest cavity.

We got crushed mammal bone,
kermes insect and woad legume.

Animal, vegetable
and mineral.Yep.

Actually, that would be two
animals and a vegetable because
bone is organic, not a mineral.

Oh, my God.

The three particulates are
totally different, but they're
actually the exact same thing.

[ Angela ]
Woad, kermes insect and bone...

were all used by
the ancient Egyptians
to make paint.

I learned this
when I was in art school.

Bone for white,
kermes insect for red,
and woad for indigo.

So we just can't make out colors
anymore because of decomp.Right.

Dr. Brennan thought perhaps
the compaction was left
by a canopic jar.

No. They didn't paint those.
They weren't important.

It would have been like
painting Tupperware.

Yeah, but something was painted.
What would have been painted?

[ Daisy ]
And why did somebody hide it
inside his body?

Well, it must have
been important.
And it needed to last forever.

So if I can scan the cavity and
find out where the paint seeped
into the different tissues,

- I might be able to reconstruct
what was in Anok's chest.
- [ Device Beeps ]

This is Azita Jabbari from
the Egyptian National Museum.

- Turn off that light.
- What? Wait a minute.
We just discovered--

We have not authorized
any invasive or investigative
procedures on Anok.

Ms. Jabbari
wants her mummy back.

The Boy With the Bleeding Heart
goes back to Cairo today.

Unless you would like
to start a feud between
our two governments.

Anok is a national treasure
on loan to your country.

According to our agreement,
we can revoke the permit
at any time.

I understand your government's
concern, but he's safe
in our Medico-Legal Lab.

The low humidity
and temperature in the lab
are optimum conditions.

Dr. Brennan, with
all due respect, you have
no legal grounds to keep him.

Yes, we do. Anok is evidence
in a murder investigation.

Whoever killed Dr. Kaswell
stole something
from inside the mummy.

Any idea what was inside
that was worth killing for?

Have you examined
the CAT scans?

What CAT scans?

A few days ago, I granted
Dr. Kaswell's request...

to perform CAT scans
on Anok.

The films should be
in Dr. Kaswell's files.

Dr. Kaswell's lab was searched.
The files are missing.

Then ask the young man
who worked for Dr. Kaswell.
He sent the request.

"I work for Dr. Kaswell at
the Jeffersonian Institution,

"and I am writing to request
autobiographical information
on the man...

who funded the exhumation
of Anok's tomb."

I checked with the museum.
You never worked
for Dr. Kaswell.

That's why I'm here?Well, that
and other reasons.

She was murdered.
So, start talking.

Okay. Technically,
I did not work forher,

but Dr. Kaswell did agree
to be my doctoral adviser...

at the antiquities
graduate program
at Georgetown.

Very impressive.Thank you. I'm very bright.

Okay, bright boy, let's just
stay on point, shall we?

As soon as I got to D.C.,

Dr. Kaswell said that
she did not have the time
for me anymore--

that she was too busy
prepping the Anok exhibit.

But I knew all about Anok.

I even wrote a paper on him
as an undergrad.

Pissed you off, didn't it--
that she wouldn't let you help?

No.Mmm, no.

Okay, yes.
But not enough to kill her.

I signed up as a museum intern
so I could prove
my value to her.

You thought if you helped her
with her work, she might change
her mind about advising you.

It was my idea to do the
CAT scans on Anok. She thought
it was an excellent suggestion.

So, you saw the films?

No. I didn't even know
she followed through.

- But I would have killed
to see those images.
- Excuse me?

But I didn't.

- [ Patrons Chattering ]
- [ Man, Woman Laughing ]

Usually all you find
in a mummy's torso
are pounded perfumes.

Yeah, that's all I've
ever found. Once a sandwich,
but of course it was stale.

You found a sand-- Oh.
[ Laughs ]

You're joking.

That's funny--
a sandwich.

Because it's highly unlikely
to find one in a mummy.

[ Both Laughing ]

Did I tell you that
Anok has six fingers?

Also highly unlikely.

So, perhaps there is
a sandwich in him.

[ Laughs ]
You know, no joke,
I have an uncle with four toes.

Frostbite or lawn mower?

You are good.
Lawn-mowing accident.

He was watching a play-off game
while cutting the lawn.

He had no regrets though.
Said it was a great game.Okay.

So, uh, what do you
wanna eat after this, uh,
appetizing conversation?

Uh, Booth likes
to get the meat loaf.

He has them take out
the hard-boiled egg...

because his mother
used to tell him
it was a human eyeball.

I gotta say, you and Booth--
it's an unlikely partnership.

I'd prefer not
to talk about Booth,
if you don't mind.

It's fine by me. You're
a far more interesting topic.

I'd like to know the story
behind your guitar.

Not many F.B.I. directors have
a Stratocaster in their office.

I'm impressed.
You know the Stratocaster.

Yes. I had a victim who was
beaten to death with one.

[ Chuckles ]But it still played.
It is an excellent instrument.

- [ Cell Phone Chimes ]
- Oh, sorry.

[ Beeps ]

I am so sorry. They need me
back at the lab.

You're investigating a murder.
That tends to take precedence
over meat loaf.

[ Chuckles ]
Well, Friday night
dinner-- on me?

Sure. And I will then reveal
the secret of the Stratocaster.

All right.

Bye.Bye.

Hey. How could you not
tell me that you were
on a date when I texted you?

It was just drinks.Celibate, seeking crumbs.
Spill.

He's Booth's boss's boss.
His name is Andrew.

Wait, this is his boss's boss?
Was Booth upset?

Yes. I don't know why.Brennan, this could screw up
the natural order of things.

And Booth wishes that
you were going out
with him.

I drink with him all the time.
But with Andrew,
there's the potential for sex.

And not with Booth?

You said there was something
important you wanted me to see?

Yes.Mm-hmm.

The paint residue was found
inside the compacted area
in Anok's chest.

Now, I laid a grid
over that area.

Next, Hodgins inspected
each section of the grid
for chemical residue,

assigning values based on
our color differential.

It was kind of
like paint by numbers.

Okay. Anyway.

Bone for white,
kermes insect for red,

and woad for indigo.

Okay, now I reshaped, refined
and cropped the edges.

And finally,
I removed the grid.Hieroglyphs.

Yeah. A negative impression.

Because they were left
by the object that was
hidden inside the chest.

Ange-- [ Stammers ]
Very good!

I know, right?

Next, we take the object out
and we look on the bottom.

And we have
the positive image
of the hieroglyphs.

Amazing. But many of these
characters are incomplete.Yeah.

Well, some of the paint residue
had faded too much
and couldn't be retrieved.

But if we can decipher this,
it could tell us
what was inside.

I know.

[ Clears Throat ]

Sex?

Print this out and send
it to Dr. Babajanian
in Ancient Languages.

Oh, come on, Brennan!

Be a pal.
I need a vicarious thrill.

Please.

Dr. Sweets.I was looking for Daisy.

I haven't seen her.Looks like
you're making carpaccio.

This is Dr. Kaswell's brain.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

Oh, okay. Uh--

Dr. Saroyan, I'm having some
serious problems with Daisy.

- Can I ask your advice?
- No.

No, really.Really.

I have a 16-year-old,
and believe me,

when it comes to dating advice,
I am batting a red-hot zero.

But you've been through this,
like, a million times yourself.

Did you just call me old?

Is that what it felt like?Yeah.

You see, I can't help it.
I alienate every woman
I talk to,

no matter how pure
my motives.

All right, give me
a ballpark. No specifics.
I don't want specifics.

The woman I love
won't speak to me.

You are an excellent shrink.
You know you can help people.

But Daisy's not people.
She's the person you love and
the person you have to trust.

If Daisy's gonna screw up,
you have to let her. It'll
show you have faith in her.

Yeah.
That's superb advice.

It was kind of good,
wasn't it?

I thought I was
taking care of her.
But you're absolutely right.

I-I was just insulting her.
Thank you.

No problem.
And now we're done.Aw.

Done. Ooh. Dr. Sweets,
you're crushing me.

And I think
you're getting brain
on your suit. Brain.

Well, this just gets more
and more interesting,
doesn't it?

- Oh, no.
It was a friendship hug.
- And an uncomfortable one.

- You need something, Ms. Wick?
- Um, a courier just
dropped off the memory chip...

from the CAT scan machine
Dr. Kaswell used to image Anok.

- Angela's looking at it now.
- Oh, thank you.

You don't need to spy. I'm fine.
And I don't need those stupid
breathing exercises.

Okay. I'm sorry.
You know, I never meant--

I'm-- I'm quite busy, Lance.
I have a murder to solve.

And I'm sure you have
ink blots to show somebody.

[ Angela ]
There's the embedded object.

Based on
the density of the image,
it's most likely Nile stone.

What's that
in the center?Can you enhance it?

[ Hodgins ]
It's crystalline in structure.

It's a corundum in
the trigonal crystal system...

in the hexagonal
scalenohedral class.

A mineral of some sort?If the CAT scan
were in color,

it'd be red
and really expensive.

A ruby.Yeah. A giantruby.

[ Saroyan ]
It's right where
Anok's heart would be.

Anok's bleeding heart
must refer to the ruby.

A stone that size
would be worth a fortune.

Only someone
who saw the CAT scan
would have known about this.

Dr. Kaswell's grad student.
I mean, he's the one
that requested the scans.

Booth cleared him.
He was working on dioramas
at time of death.

But Azita Jabbari, she knew
about them too. She gave
permission to have them done.

Yeah, and she tried to get
Anok taken away from us before
we could finish investigating.

This is insane. I have devoted
my life to preserving
my country's antiquities.

You knew about the CAT scan.
You had access to the mummy.

I didn't know about the ruby.
And if I did, I would have
insisted on additional security.

That ruby is a national
treasure. I am holding you
responsible for losing it.

-Where were you three nights ago
when Dr. Kaswell was murdered?
-In Los Angeles.

There was a fund-raiser
at the Egyptian Theatre.

I know it's tacky,
but the ambassador
wanted me there.

I am sure that counts
as an alibi.

[ Exhales ]

You said you found
hieroglyphs in his chest.
I would like to see them.

An expert from the Jeffersonian
is studying them.

I am one
of the foremost scholars
on ancient hieroglyphs.

These are incomplete.We know.

They are remnants from
the paintings on the box
that contained the ruby.

This is a signature.
This is a message from
the pharaoh's wife.

- Ah, a note from his mom.
- Yes. Exactly.

"My heart bleeds
for my guiltlessson."

Guiltless? She didn't think that
Anok killed his brother, Meti.

No mother wants to believe
her son is guilty of murder.

- That hasn't changed
in 3,000 years.
- This could change history.

We now have the ability
to determine Meti's
cause of death.

I can have his remains brought
from the Natural History Museum
in New York.

- I would like to assist.
- Of course.

How's that gonna help us
catch Kaswell's killer?It won't.

But it could exonerate Anok.
There can be no time limit
for justice, Booth.

Bones, Dr. Kaswell's
killer is out there now.
We're running out of suspects.

You'll do it, Booth.
You always do.[ Patting Arm ]

-[ Brennan ] I'll call New York.
-[ Door Opens ]

Hey, boss.How's the case going?

Not solved yet.

But, uh, you're not here
for that, are you?

I just wanted to say
you're doing a great job
and truly exceptional work.

Sir, if we would just
kill the compliments...

and just say
what's on your mind,
I'd appreciate that.

Right. Let's drop
the agent-boss thing
for a minute.

Sure.

It's been a while
since I've met someone,
you know, special.

And, uh, oh, hell--
I just don't wanna make
a fool out of myself...

if Temperance is only going
out with me 'cause I'm the boss.

Right. Listen, sir.

Bones doesn't feel the pressure
to act or do or say anything
that she doesn't want to.

And no one--
no one can make her.

That's what makes her...
Bones.

Okay. Thanks, really.

- No problem.
- Listen, next time you're
at the Founding Fathers,

you should try
the meat loaf withthe egg.

You'll like it. It tastes
nothing like a human eye.

[ Sighs ]

Maybe we missed
particulates from the killer
on the mummy's linen wrapping.

Well, he was found in
a Dumpster, so he'd be
covered in particulates.

Yes, but we're looking for
something non-Dumpster related.

Of course.
Never give up.

[ Sighs ]
Was I too hard on Lance?

Focus, Daisy.Okay. But you're a man.

Lance is so cute, isn't he?

Yeah, that'd be
a question for a woman.

I mean, someone that cute
isn't malicious. He can't be.

You really don't need me
for this conversation, do you?

Oh, wait, wait. I think
I found something here.A probative particulate?

No, grease spot.

Most likely a fingerprint.

Oh, what's this?What does it look like?

An egg.

And when was the last time
that you recently talked
about an egg?

Oh.Oh.

Well, he asked me what was
good to eat. And I mentioned
that you liked the meat loaf.

Stop, right there. You said
you weren't gonna talk about me,
and you talked about me.

But I-I didn't mean
to talk about you.

I told him I didn't want to,
but, you know,
I like that story.

And I guess it just...
popped out.

Popped out?
I don't need Hacker knowing
about my mother's meat loaf.

Why are you so upset?

Because... what goes on
between us is ours.

Come on, Booth. You must
have told a lot of people
the meat loaf story, right?

So, I got a print off the linen.
Had your people run it
through the database.

- You got a name?
- Yeah. Alexander Wheaton.

The director
of Roman Antiquities.

You want evidence?
We found you evidence.

This is ridiculous.
I didn't kill Dr. Kaswell.

You were in the building, Doc.
Your fingerprint was
on the priceless mummy.

Then there's been some mistake.
I would never have touched
something that valuable...

without being gloved,
and Leslie would never
have allowed it.

Wait a minute.

I know what happened.

Okay. So, what happened, Doc?
I'm waiting. I'm all ears.

I did go to see her
that night. Uh--

I'd been a jerk--
jealous about her
getting the grant money.

We'd been friends for years.
I wanted to apologize.

We made up, and she wanted
to show me Anok, you know,
scientist to scientist.

She opened Anok's coffin,
and the mummy slipped.

I-I-I reached out to stop it.
It was just a reflex.

-Did she show you the CAT scans?
-Yes.

[ Chuckles ]But she swore me to secrecy.

It was such an important find,
I wasn't going
to betray her trust.

Right, then after you saw them,
the mummy vanishes
with your fingerprint.

Your friend dies, and these
scans-- they just disappear.

No, the scans were in her notes.
She showed them to me
before she submitted them.

The scans that were
supposed to be submitted
to Dr. Steven Turnbull?

He was the administrator.
Yes, they'd be in the notes
he turned over to you.

He deliberately
withheld the scans.Destroyed them is more likely.

Okay? Turnbull's spot
is number 10.

So if he did it, he probably
put the mummy in his car
and he took off with it.

I can't imagine anyone
destroying an artifact
like that.

Especially a scholar
like Turnbull.

I was going to call him to talk
to him about my work with Meti.

[ Vacuum Whirring ]Steven Turnbull's
vehicle here?

- Yeah, that's right.
- Shut that off there,
will you, Bones?

All right,
step out of the car. F.B.I.

- You could be
destroying evidence.
- Oh, man! Another drug dealer?

It's not my fault.
I do a good job.
Word of mouth, it gets around.

And people--Is he a regular customer
of yours?

No, he saw my ad
at the Laundromat.

At the Laund--
No wonder you have nothing
but drug dealers coming to you.

- Booth?
- Yeah.

Stand over there.
Stand over there, Rodney.

Take a whiff.[ Sniffs ]

It smells like Christmas.

I saw the CAT scans.

I was gonna sneak in,
take the ruby
and close him up again.

But Leslie came back.

We argued.

You know, I-I lost my retirement
in the market.

No one even knew that ruby
was in there.

She shouldn't have gotten
in the way.

Yeah. It was her fault.

Hey, whatcha doin'?

My work.
Dr. Brennan and I found
cause of death for Meti.

He's actually--Look, Daisy, I should
have had more faith in you.

I just-- I knew
how important this was.

And I always want you to get
everything that you want.

And any time you don't,
it kills me.Really?

By looking over your shoulder,
it only makes people think
that you can't do things.

And you can.
You're-- You're brilliant.

Certainly
well above average.

Okay, brilliant.

You know, Dr. Brennan
was very impressed by you.

She said that?Unsolicited.

You're so beautiful, Daisy.

And I promise that if
you ever fail in the future,

I will do absolutely nothing
but just give you a hug.

That's the nicest thing
you ever said to me.

And I really do love
the breathing exercises.

So, do you wanna be
my Lancelot again?

[ Growls ]

You know that
drives me crazy.

[ Growls ]

[ Roars ]

[ People Chattering
In Distance ]

Bones, we're not supposed
to be down here yet.

You're with me, Booth.
This is my find.

You're not gonna
get into trouble.
Don't-- Don't step on that.

God, this is so cool.[ Laughs ]

Wow. So, he wasn't
trampled by his brother?

No. Meti suffered from
osteogenesis imperfecta,

otherwise known as
brittle bone disease.

Meti's fall from his horse
killed him.

Anok was innocent.
His mother was right.

So it only took 3,000 years
for someone to hear her.

You know, I'll tell you what.
If I was Egypt,
I'd throw you a party too.

[ Laughs ]

[ Exhales Sharply ]
I have to speak.

I hate these things.

What are you
talking about, Bones?

You're great
at these things.

Listen, you changed history.
How many people can say that?

You can. Every arrest
you make changes history.

You make the world safer.

With your help.

So, Andrew-- I thought
you were gonna take him
to this thing.

That's what he told me.

I was, yes, but--

You and I,
this was our case.

And I guess...

what goes on between us,
that should just be ours.

Isn't that what you said?

Yeah.

[ People Laughing,
Chattering ]

Come on, you two.
The ambassador's
about to speak.

Do you want to be
my Lancelot?[ Growls ]

[ Laughing, Chattering ]

Thanks.

[ Clears Throat ]

What's that mean?