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[ Booth ] It's clear
as a photograph. You don't
see anything in the cheese?

Nothing. You don't see anything?
Seeing patterns where none exist
is a symptom of schizophrenia.

- Why? What do you see?
- Michael Jackson doing his--

I don't know
what that is.

Come on,
you don't see anything?
It's like when a kid,

he looks up at the sky
and he sees the clouds--
Oh, I get it.

Yes. Your mind forms patterns
from random information.

Um, Booth,
I have a lot of work.
Right.

No. I-I just wanted
to bring by the pizza
so you could eat.

It's important that you eat.
I will, uh--

* Hooh

Dooh, dooh.
See you Monday?

Nothing? Come on, King of Pop.
This Is It. Thriller. No?

All right,
I'll see you Monday.

Bye, Booth.
Yep.

Strange question, I know,
but I got to ask.

Are you, by any chance,
pregnant?
No.

I haven't
had sexual intercourse
in quite some time.

Do you want to know
why I'm asking?

You're holding
a home pregnancy test.
I assume it's positive,

and you're worried about
losing the most important
person in this lab.

No. Very modest.

Uh, I'm asking because
Michelle was here earlier
this afternoon...

and the only other two people,

besides me that
use that bathroom
are you and Angela.

- Well, Angela is currently
sexually active.
- Very true.

- With Wendell.
- Very, very active.

And even if they use condoms,
Wendell is young.

His sperm is likely to be
extremely motile.

You are so cheering me up
right now.

Dr. Saroyan, I was hoping
I could pick up...

those strength deployment
inventory results from you.
Oh.

You didn't
hand them out.
I was going to.

But there was... real work
that needed doing.
Next week for sure.

Okay, but these
aptitude tests will help you
as an administrator...

to put the right people
in key positions to--
You're not listening to me.

No offense intended.

Angela, quick question.

Uh, is this your
home pregnancy test?

[ Chuckles ]
I beg your pardon?

Are you pregnant?
Please say yes.

[ Sighs ]

Oh.
Hey, don't look at me.

I'm so sorry.
I thought we were alone.

Hey, you know, you
don't have to keep it
a secret from me.

If, you know, you're pregnant,
I mean, I can be happy for you
and Wendell.

Wait a minute,
why are you asking me?

Well, it isn't mine,
and Dr. Brennan doesn't
make life choices...

without a Boolean flowchart,
so I hoped it might be you.

I'm not crazy.
I'm not... crazy.

- [ Footsteps Receding ]
- What was that all about?

- Yeah, well,
what makes Cam crazy?
- When I do experiments.

- And?
- Michelle?

Michelle.
Ooh.

Sixteen. Ouch.

Really? Cam, these guys
won't let me leave.

What's going on?

Everyone in this facility
is confined to this facility.

[ Saroyan ]
I'm in charge
of this facility.

Not tonight, Dr. Saroyan.

Please secure the exits.

Who are you guys?

I am Mr. White from
the General Services
Administration.

The people
we order our paper cups
and pencils from?

[ Beeping, Whirring, Clanking ]

What's going on?

Ah, Dr. Brennan.
Hello.

Your government requires you
to figure out...

how this person died.

Until you do, we're all
locked in here together...

as a matter
of national security.
Even me?

He's just an F.B.I.
psychologist.

No one in, no one out--
by order of the federal
government.

Now, you have
till dawn tomorrow
to fulfill this task.

What possible incentive
do these people have
to comply with your orders?

Perhaps the fact
that you're all paid
by the federal government?

Threats are not really
gonna work for you tonight.
Okay, fine.

How about patriotism?
Professionalism?

Scientific curiosity?
Take your pick.

But the sooner you people figure
out what killed this individual,

the sooner life
gets back to normal.

[ Booth, Chewing ]
What do you want, Sweets?

I'm working out,
building up a sweat.
[ Whispering ] I'm at the lab.

Why are you whispering?
Bunch of government guys
came in.

They sealed the place up.
They brought in a body.

They won't let anyone
come or leave.

Slow-Slow down.
What government guys?

They said they're from
the General Services
Administration.

Uh, whoa.
They're supposed to be
in charge of promoting...

efficient government operations,
like leasing office space
and buying paper in bulk.

- It doesn't make any sense.
- Who else is there?

Uh, Drs. Brennan,
Saroyan, Hodgins,

Angela and me.
So they knew to come when the
techs were gone for the weekend.

Why won't they let me leave?
I'm a psychologist.
I'll look into it.

What should I do?
Booth? No.

[ White ]
No destructive testing
is allowed.

Not even the smallest sample.

These remains will leave
in exactly the condition
in which they arrived.

My men and I will observe,

and no one enters or leaves
the premises.

Now that you've kidnapped
my lab and my people,
maybe you could tell me why.

You have not been
kidnapped, Doctor.

You've been seconded
by your government
to do your patriotic duty.

Your no-samples restriction
will severely limit
our insights.

We require only
cause of death.

There are a number of samples
in here which you may examine.

But they, too,
must not be harmed.
[ Beeps ]

Identification of these remains
is priority zero.

Excuse me.

Is there any way I could just...

persuade you to look at these
and guess cause of death?

- Guess?
- I need to get home
to kill Michelle.

[ Sighs ]

So any of you guys,
you like hockey? No?

Ah, knitting.
Modern dance?

Ultimate fighting? Huh?

Saw a flicker from you, pal.
I got you pegged.

Mr. Ultimate Fighter here.

Look at this.
It's the chief.

F.B.I. Special Agent
Seeley Booth.

Yeah. That's right.
I showed you mine.
Want to show me yours?

You can call me Mr. White.
Right.

From the General Service
Administration. So...

why'd you lock up
my people?
That information's classified.

And they're not actually
your people.

I want to go inside.
That's not gonna happen.

You timed this, didn't you,
so I wasn't in there?

Do you need help
getting home?

This guy. Look at him, huh?

Definitely water polo.
[ Clicks Tongue ]

Thanks for that.

[ Sighs ]
[ Rings ]

[ Beeps ]
Booth,
you find out anything?

Listen, can you talk?
Is anyone else there?
Only the good guys.

- All right,
put me on speaker.
- [ Beeps ]

Hey, uh, this is weird, Booth.
How do we know these guys
aren't terrorists?

All right, look,
they're not terrorists, okay?

They're standard
federal issue agents.

Why would the General Services
Administration bring in a body?

A standard federal
issue cover-up.

This is the first time
I have ever been as
paranoid as Hodgins.

You're F.B.I. property.
If anyone's gonna lock you up,
it's gonna be me.

Why are these guys letting us
use cell phones?

Why? Because whatever they're
doing, these guys think
they're untouchable.

[ Beeps ]

[ Sighs ]

Male from the subpubic angle.

Last phase development
at costochondral junctions.

Older than 39
at time of death.

This L4 vertebra shows
evidence of having been
badly compressed.

Ouch! Not even
two-thirds normal size.
Poor guy was in agony.

Spinal degeneration.
Osteoporosis.

[ Saroyan ]
Disease, steroids.

Hard to tell what caused it
without doing a bone sample.

Bone graft. Looks like a--
a repair to a screw hole.

Huh.

- I count three metal plates.
- Indicating multiple
corrective surgeries.

Which could help us positively
identify these remains.

No, Mr. White told us
to regard identification
as a zero priority.

I'm not as good as you are
at doing what I'm told.

Thank you.
We can't check D.N.A....

or take bone scrapings
for mass spec.

Samples, particulates--
these should go to Hodgins.

Fire in the hole.
Hodgins!

Oh. You said
"fire in the hole"...

to warn me that you
intended on startling
those men.

Like I said, I'm not really
the good-soldier type.

Calcification
on the left radius.

Could I suggest that cause
of death probably won't be
found in the extremities?

- Check out this skull.
- Well, that would
certainly be fatal.

Blunt-force trauma?
Or high-velocity gunshot.

Was that you?
Ah, who knew you
could yell like that?

- Well, she scared the guards.
- I find that so hot.

That's all for you.

There are very distinctive marks
on the remaining frontal bone.

Like a metal grid scratched
across it postmortem.

No tests that degrade
the samples.

I'm too young
to be a grandmother.

In some cultures,
you're old enough
to be a great-grandmother.

- But not this one.
- I've been cogitating...

on the problem of how
to date these bones
without compromising them.

I'll take one and
compare it to dated bones.

Dr. Brennan,
where are you going?

To bone storage.
It's in the basement.

[ Hacker ]
So this guy's Government
Services Administration I.D....

said Mr. White.
That's it.

You recognize him?
No.

God, I hate these covert guys.
Right. I'm going in.

No. No, no, you aren't.
Why?

It's unprofessional in terms
of interagency cooperation.
Huh?

I said it like that
so you'd know I wasn't serious.
Right. So you're gonna help me?

What? Are you serious? No.
Yeah.

Why?
Not stopping you is
not the same as helping you.

But I will help after when
you're in some nonexistent
C.I.A. prison, whatever.

Yeah, okay,
thanks for the support.

There's a reason I'm the boss
when you're plainly
the better F.B.I. agent.

I'll note that.
I'll poke around
for some answers.

See if I can muddy the waters
a little bit.
Great. Okay, thanks, boss.

Yeah. Hey, Booth. You mind
telling me why it's so
important you get in there?

- They're my people.
- Oh, God.

You're gonna prove that you're
a better man than I am too? That
you care more about your people?

[ Sighs ]
How am I gonna get
anywhere with Temperance...

if you keep making me
look bad in comparison?

Hey, Sweets.

Hodgins says they're listening
to everything we say to each
other. Is that true?

- Forget about that.
- What, just ignore it?
Talk normally?

Yeah, go ahead.
Give your best shot.
Okay.

Well, I made some observations.
The big guys barely glance
at each other,

but they're ready to
respond as a unit easily.

They've either been
partnered up for years...

or they've been through
some pretty hairy situations
together.

Right. Right.
So it's an active unit.

Also, they don't
respect Mr. White.

When he's not looking,
they flick their eyes
toward each other.

Right, they don't like
working for him.
Yes. Exactly.

But they treat
the body on the gurney
with great deference.

- Fallen comrade.
- That was my first thought.

Attaboy, Sweets.
Attaboy.

[ Beeps ]

[ Door Closes ]

Who do you think
we've got here--
Jimmy Hoffa?

Here, another cloth fiber.

Wool.
It could be, like,
D.B. Cooper, that hijacker.

We're not supposed
to conjecture about
the identity of the victim.

No, we're not supposed
to investigate.

This is America, baby.
We can conjecture all we want.

He does has a good brow line
and nice, strong jaw.

I mean, whoever he was
he was good-looking.

You should do a reconstruction.

Hair-- it's probably human.

Don't you think they're
gonna know what I'm doing?
So what?

Just tell them we need
to see what the victim's skull
looked like before the damage.

Did you find anything?
The victim died within months
of the Limited Test Ban Treaty.

[ Voice Quavering ]
That was in 1963.

You look like you're
about to explode.

Is there, by any chance,

a nick on the right rib
somewhere near the third
thoracic vertebra?

Yes. Uh, most likely caused
by a transiting bullet.
[ Sighs ]

Hodgins, you're vibrating.

- [ Typing ]
- One of the fiber samples...

turned out to be
pink wool.

The bad back.

A nick from
a transiting bullet.

1963.

Wait. Pink wool,
as in Chanel?

She never left his side.

Severe head wound.

Oh, my God.

This... is President
John F. Kennedy.

Why would they
bring us J.F.K.'s remains
after all these years?

Because people have a thirst
for the truth.

And other people want to
make sure that truth
is never proclaimed.

- Which are these?
- [ Brennan ] Well,
I've been considering--

in what kind of casket
was the president buried?

- Mahogany.
- That's a good casket.

How could his remains
be completely skeletonized?

If the casket was compromised
and allowed in oxygen
and moisture,

skeletonization
could have occurred.

That's naive of us to imagine
that Kennedy's remains were ever
actually interred at Arlington.

The hair I found?
No cuticle or cortex.
It's synthetic.

As it happens,
after J.F.K. was shot,

the funeral home
tried a cosmetic fix
with wig hair, wax...

and a metal mesh
holding it in place.

Ahh.

The mesh would explain
the crisscross patterns
in the skull.

I can't confront Michelle
about something this big
over the telephone, right?

The fact that you may be
investigating the murder of the
president of the United States?

[ Knocks ]
[ Beeping ]

No. The fact
that she's pregnant.

Oh!

- Booth.
- Hiya, Bones.

[ Agent Grunts ]

Booth?

- Bones?
- [ Sighs ]

You all right?
Yeah. I can tell you those
are a couple of big guys.

[ Exhales ]
Did you figure out
who the dead guy is yet?

Hodgins and Cam are convinced
that it's John F. Kennedy.

The 35th president
of the United States...

who was assassinated
on November 22, 1963.

I know who J.F.K. is.
Also, Cam is certain
that Michelle is pregnant.

Usually, that would be big news,
but right now it's not so much.
It's J.F.K.?

Wait. Was Hodgins the first
to say that it was J.F.K.?

Yes.
Then it's not J.F.K.

- Hodgins is
an excellent scientist.
- Hey, hey, Mr. White.

- How'd you get past the guards?
- Uh, sniper training.

They trained me how to walk
really, really quietly.

You're now restricted
to the building, of course.

Damn.
Who saw that coming?

Awkward. Awkward.

Very awkward.
What's awkward?

About Michelle.
Oh, I'm gonna call her
right now...

and tell her that
I need to talk to her
as soon as I get out of here.

About-About
the pregnancy test?
She lied to me.

She told me to my face that
she wasn't having sex with
that boy. She lied to my face.

It's my pregnancy test.

I'm-I'm sorry, Cam.
I-I would have told you sooner,

but Hodgins
was in the room and--

Oh, thank God.
No, I mean--
It's okay. [ Chuckles ]

You all right?
Um...

I'm a--
I'm a bit in shock.

- Does Wendell know?
- No. [ Chuckles ]
No. No, only you and I know.

And, I mean, really,
shouldn't Wendell be
the first to know?

But I figured that you--
you need to know.

- Because I was freaking out
about Michelle. Thank you.
- Yeah.

Any luck finding out
what's going on?

Nobody knows anything.

Whatever this is,
it's locked down pretty tight.
Any idea who these guys are?

[ Booth ] Oh, they took me down
in classic Secret Service
protocol.

[ Hacker ]
Secret Service?
Do yourself a favor.

Don't tell any Reagan jokes or
mention the Bush shoe incident.
They get really mad.

Right. You have any contacts
inside the White House?

Of course I do. I'm extremely
well connected. I'm insulted
you even asked that question.

Do I have any contacts
in the White House?

Great.

Oh.

Wow.
[ Angela ] So Wendell
should be the first to know.

But you should be the second,
and since I told Cam,
I-I-I should tell you.

Do I say congratulations?

I don't know.
[ Chuckles ]

I mean,
it's not the right time.

It's not the right guy.
Well, you know,
Wendell, uh, he--

He might rise to the occasion.
He's a good guy.
No, I didn't mean that. I mean--

A baby, I mean,
you're linked to that person
for the rest of your life.

Like way more than if you're
married. I mean, you're linked
through another human being.

A soul.

Okay, I'm-- I'm gonna say
congratulations.

Um... not for today,

but for how you're gonna
feel about this later on.

Well, I might not
even keep it.

You're gonna keep it, Angela.

You always wanted kids.

Lots of them.

[ Beeping ]

I'm gonna go get the others.

Okay.

[ Booth ]
That is not J.F.K.

Kennedy was on steroids
to treat Addison's Disease.

That's what wrecked his back
and adrenals.

Well, that would create
a more Cushingoid appearance.

You are not permitted
to identify the victim.

In order to recreate
what happened to the skull,
we need to encase it in flesh.

It's totally nondescript,
as you can see.

You know
who I kinda see?

Ricky Martin.
Alex Trebek.

- [ Saroyan ] James Garner.
- I see Booth.

- You think that
looks like me?
- Yes, I do.

I'll be in the bone room
looking at the actual skull.

Hey, so, if it was J.F.K.,

Angela's facial reconstruction
would have shown us this,
right?

Facial reconstructions
are not photographs, Booth.

There's a wide latitude
for interpretation.

There, this could be
the point of entry.

The semicircle is beveled.
Wider on the inside
than on the outside.

That was the entry?
If-- If the victim was
shot from the rear, yes.

The beveling is usually
like an arrow pointing
towards the shooter.

As to the exit,
we're missing
some skull fragments.

Maybe they were held back
on purpose?
Possibly.

But it's much more likely
that they were pulverized...

and scattered
by the bullet impact.

Forensic techniques
in the early '60s were
relatively primitive.

Check above the right temple
on the skull
or a fragment from there.

Huh. So suddenly
you're an expert
in ballistics forensics?

That's where
J.F.K.'s exit wound was.

Why do you know so much about
the Kennedy assassination?

Bones, I'm a trained sniper.
How quickly you forget.

Oh, well, you were
right about the exit.

Whew. Right. Well, it doesn't
mean it's the president.

People get shot in the head
all the time, right?
That's true.

Perhaps Angela can recreate
the situation under which
this wound occurred.

Or she could
recreate J.F.K.'s shooting
so we can rule him out, right?

Oh.
Yeah.

I requested this animation
from the Justice Department.

I found a right rear entry
with an exit in the right
parietal region.

Kennedy wounds
exactly.
Right.

So his head went back
and to the left.

Look, heads do
all sorts of crazy things
when you shoot 'em.

Since this was based
on the official record,
we can't believe it.

Here we go.

You think there's no way
the president of the United
States gets murdered...

in public in broad daylight
and-and the truth
gets covered up?

That's right.
It doesn't happen.
This is America.

The highest form of patriotism
is to be skeptical
of the official truth.

That is why the First Amendment,
free speech,

is first in the Constitution
you would die to protect.

The lone gunman version
is impossible.

The guy in front,
John Connally, gets shot
1.6 seconds after Kennedy.

It's a piece of cake.
With a World War II
Italian rifle...

that was older
than Lee Harvey Oswald?
Come on.

I'm sorry, but have you
ever shot a rifle?

If I had one of those guns right
now, I'd show you right now.
You're on.

No one is allowed
to leave the Jeffersonian.

No, we don't have to leave.

I know exactly where to find
an exact replica of the rifle
here at the Jeffersonian.

Great.

[ Sweets ] Lee Harvey Oswald's
rifle is in the Jeffersonian?
No. No.

But the F.B.I.
used an exact replica to
recreate the assassination.

We've got that
down in storage.

They said we have to
stay in the lab area.

The janitor's closet
is in the lab area.
All right.

A couple of years ago, right,
I check out the claims of
this conspiracy group...

that says that the Jeffersonian
was a Masonic construction.

They said that there
was a passageway.

Well, it turns out
to be true.
Check this out.

There's a fake wall
in the janitor's closet,
covers a ladder.

So, what? We just
sneak in one by one,
hope they don't see us?

- Yeah. You got a better idea?
- [ Booth ] Sounds good to me.

So I, uh, used the fact
that, uh, Mr. White was
eavesdropping on us...

to sow the seeds
of discord.
What?

You know, I lodged in his
subconscious that his men
don't respect him.

Sweets, these guys are pros.
You didn't lodge anything
or sow any seeds.

[ Exhales ]
Wow. Hope Hodgins's map
is accurate.

Okay,
so the J.F.K. investigation
stuff is over there.

Okay, I'm gonna say something
that's gonna make you think
that I'm as paranoid as Hodgins.

Okay.

This feels
like a test to me.
Who's being tested?

I don't know,
the men in black suits?
Dr. Brennan? Dr. Saroyan? You?

Me?
Yeah. Maybe even me.

I don't know.
It just feels like a test.

Listen, I can't be
more specific. Is that it?

01033. This is it.

There it is.
Is that the actual weapon?

No, it's a perfect replica
made by the F.B.I.

Perhaps the most hated weapon
in United States history.
[ Gun Cocks ]

Uh, Mr. White, yeah, I've done
all I can do. So I'm gonna
leave the premises.

I'm sorry. That's impossible.
Well, you can't stop me,
because I'm an American.

So, I've got rights.
[ White ]
I'd rather not hurt you.

Hey, uh, nice job with Bush
and the whole flying shoe
incident, by the way.

I want to compliment you
on that one. Ohh!

Hey, you want to try me
instead of some bigmouth
scientist? Huh?

Yeah. I thought so.
Come on.

That Bush comment to him,
you're lucky he didn't
paralyze you for life.

[ Groans ]
Easy.

Here's the entry wound
close up.

[ Brennan ] A little
circumcircular geometry.

Perpendicular bisectors
reveal the center.

And our diameter is--

[ Brennan ]
6.5 millimeters.

Same caliber
as Oswald's rifle.

Hey, guys. Guys, listen,

I'm gonna need some science,
uh, jibber jabber to
distract these guys.

- Oh, you know who can do
jibber jabber?
- Who?

- Me.
- Perfect. My lucky day.
Come on. All right.

You want my permission
to shoot a cantaloupe?
[ Brennan ] Yes.

- With my sidearm?
- You took away
Agent Booth's firearm.

You want our best work?
This is what we do.

And this experiment is
essential to cause of death?

Because you
have forbidden us
from taking samples...

in order to estimate
the osteoconductivity...

of the oblique taphonomic
remodeling,

pertaining to
the midsagittal plane,

a cephalometric transaction,
or translation, if you will,

of the intramatrix
can be deduced...

by correlating the force
displacement values
with the osteogenic--

and geogenic--
hydrogel nanocomposite
we place inside the surrogate.

Which is the cantaloupe?

You understand me perfectly.

- How many bullets?
- Just one.

[ Slider Clicking ]

We'll be watching.
Bring your popcorn.

[ Mouthing Words ]

I placed the rifle
where Booth could get it.

The president's limo was
traveling at approximately
4.5 meters per second.

How fast is that?
Ten, 11 miles per hour.

Okay, so,

when the lights flash green,
it'll be the correct speed,
and Booth can fire.

- Ready?
- Go!

[ White ]
Twenty minutes after
this operation ends,

your career in the federal
law enforcement is over.

- Hey, Mr. White, enough.
- None of your results
will survive.

All this was for nothing.

1.6 seconds exactly.

Case closed.
Oswald could have
made the shot.

Booth,
Oswald was a lousy shot.
You're one of the best.

With none of the nerves
that an actual assassin
would have experienced.

In the lab, no wind,
no distractions,
aiming at fruit.

Come on, you barely
made the shot.

Yeah, I hate to admit this,
Booth, but Hodgins is making
a pretty good point.

All he's proving
is he made up his mind.

Oswald shot Kennedy.
We just proved that.

Okay?
Booth.

Yeah?
Simple entry wound here.

If you look closer,
there are microfractures
radiating from the exit wound,

which suggests
it wasn't an exit
but an entrance.

- Reverse beveling.
- [ Brennan ]
I'm sorry. It's true.

If this
is another entry...

from a completely
different angle,

then, logically,
there was a second gunman.

Two shooters. You know
what that proves to me?

Only that there
were two shooters.

No, that those remains
are not John F. Kennedy.

Why is it so important
to you that this not be
President Kennedy?

If it was him,
he was killed by two gunmen.
Yes.

And if he was killed by
two gunmen, then the government
lied. They covered it up.

Throughout history, governments
have lied with impunity...

to other governments
and to their own citizens.

Booth, does this-- does
this have anything to do
with the fact...

that your ancestor
was a famous assassin?

- Bones.
- John Wilkes Booth who
killed President Lincoln--

You promised you would
never mention that.
You said that.

No, you told me not to.
I never promised.
[ Cell Phone Rings ]

But I promise now.
I promise now.
[ Beeps ]

- So did you find anything?
- Did you hear about this
congressional committee...

that's trying to get permission
to exhume J.F.K.?

Why the hell would
anybody want to do that?

See if modern forensic methods
can tell us anything about
the circumstances of his death.

Teddy Kennedy believed
in the Warren Commission all
the way up to the day he died.

Yeah, and Bobby Kennedy
was suspicious right up until
the day he was assassinated.

What does that have to do
with our friends here
in the black suits?

All I was able to find out
is that there are parties...

very interested in the outcome
of that congressional hearing.

Booth, are you being
held against your will?

Come on, I can get out
if I wanted to.
That's not the question I asked.

I asked you, is an agent of
the F.B.I. being held by persons
unknown against his will?

- Yeah, we all are.
- Then I find,
on behalf of the F.B.I.,

- I'm annoyed
by their arrogance.
- [ Beeps ]

[ Tapping Key ]

Hey, uh, I'll have Brennan's
analysis of the entry angles
up in one second.

Ange.
Yeah?

You're gonna have this baby.
I don't know that yet.

Yeah, well, when you do,
I've been thinking.

You're gonna try to raise
this kid on your own.

Wendell is a very decent guy.

He's a great guy.
I know.

But he's a struggling
grad student,

and you're gonna minimize
his responsibilities
for his own good.

Geez. Regular Nostradamus
there, huh, Hodgins, with
predicting the future?

Says the woman
who consults a psychic.

My point is, I'm your guy.

What?

I'm your guy.

I love you.
I lov you.

And I want to help you
in whatever way I can.

If-If you want to
move in together,

if-if you want to get married,
I'm here for you--

and for the baby--

in whatever role you need.

Okay.

There's calcification
on the left radius.

You keep returning
to the victim's arm.

The victim didn't die
from a little calcification.

Yeah. Even I can tell that
two bullets to the head
probably did him in.

You two don't understand.
Booth is a very patriotic man.

He believes this is
the greatest country ever.

Being the best
doesn't mean being perfect.

It's naive to think that
a country the size and
influence of the U.S....

doesn't pursue
secret agendas.

The Kennedy assassination
wasn't a secret agenda.

It was a black stain,
a dark moment in history.

Do you know how many people
Booth has shot for his country?

- Well, approximately 50.
- Wow. That's a lot of blood
to have on your hands.

It's the kind of thing
that would keep a person
awake at night.

And Booth did that...

because he trusted
that it was right,
and who did he trust?

The government.

Oh.

If they lied about
the murder of a president,
they can lie about anything.

Dr. Brennan, Dr. Saroyan,
your work is done.
Thank you.

No, but we're not finished.
The good news is
you all get to go home.

Our results are
inconclusive at best.

No. There's still unexplained
calcification on a radius bone.

In an hour, you'll find
that this never happened.

No, but if you
didn't want the truth,
then what was this all for?

- I have no idea.
- No, wait.

Wait. One more piece of analysis
and we get the whole truth.

The whole truth
is not the point.

Please, pack the remains up
for transportation.

Mr. White.

For future reference, you might
want to inform your bosses...

that we don't do
half-truth here.

Hey. What is this?

You aren't pregnant.
When I thought it was Michelle,
I re-tested the sample.

I just got the results.
It's a false positive.

Uh, well,
thank you for this.

So, you found cause of death.
You think it's Kennedy.
What's left?

There are loose ends.
How long is it gonna take you
to tidy up your loose ends?

The big man
always comes through.

Always.

Those remains ready
for transport?
Yeah, there's a problem.

-What are you gonna do?
-Give you the time you need
in order to find out the truth.

- Ah, Mr. White,
how are you?
- [ Grunting ]

What are you doing,
Agent Booth?
You know what?

Your job
is to protect the president.
My job is to solve murders.

- [ Screams ]
- [ Loud Clatter ]

- Huh.
- What do you got, feeb?

[ Groaning ]
Good old American classic
on that one, pal.

Oh, my God.
Man, you
Butch Cassidy'd him.

Oh, that was totally ninja.
Maybe some anger issues there,
but you kicked ass.

[ Hacker On Bullhorn ]
Stand down
and drop your weapons!

This facility
is officially...

under the jurisdiction
of the Federal Bureau
of Investigation.

Oh, man.

Ten seconds earlier,
I would have been the hero,
right?

Booth.

Is that pudding?

Yes. I adjusted
the specific gravity...

with a thickening agent
to assure the test's efficacy.

But pudding?

Whoa. Something happened?
Yes.

Uh, one of these bones sank
and the other one floated.

In the pudding?
Yes. The heavy bone
is healthy.

The one that's still floating
is riddled with osteomylitis.

President John F. Kennedy
never had osteomylitis.

Come here.

Wow. You really didn't
want this to be J.F.K.

[ Chuckles ]
I know you kept looking
because of me.

Thanks, Bones.

Um, I've been speaking
with Mr. White here...

from the General Services
Administration.

And we've come to the conclusion
that any reports we all write
should be carefully worded,

as in there shouldn't be
any words in it.

No words.

No words.
Hiya, Temperance.
You look great.

Thank you, Andrew.
It's nice to see you again.

Did Booth describe to you
how I came crashing in through
the front doors to rescue you?

No. I would have liked
to have seen that.

You know, I was able to take
those guys down because they
were not working as a team.

You want to know why? Because
Sweets was able to put a worm
of a doubt in Mr. White's brain.

Thank you, Booth. But I'm
pretty sure that the whole thing
was part of some kind of test.

Who was being tested?
It wasn't a test.

It was the government
trying to figure out if
modern forensic analysis...

could solve the greatest
mystery of all time.

Yeah, but
the victim turned out
not to be Kennedy.

What if the only part of Kennedy
that wasn't Kennedy
was that floating arm bone?

Maybe I was being tested,
you know,

- after my brain surgery.
- Or me.

Come on, guys, if they were
testing anybody, it's me.

They think I'm a paranoid
conspiracy theorist.

Maybe they were testing me
to see if I could run a lab
in a professional manner.

Well, you do realize that--
all these tests--
everybody failed.

Not me.
I-I figured out the truth.

There's a congressional
committee suggesting
that Kennedy be exhumed.

[ Saroyan ]
You mean, we were
some sort of dry run?

And that's why we couldn't
mark the bones.

Except they weren't
Kennedy's bones.

No, they weren't
Kennedy's bones.

So, can I get you a cab?

I'm not pregnant.

It was a false positive.

[ Chuckles ]

Oh. Well, that must be
a big relief.

Yeah.
Everything
goes back to normal.

How it was before.

Yeah. Yeah, but, um,

I-I want to--
I want to thank you for--
No. Hey.

Forget it.

I'll never forget it.

Were you aware that J.F.K.
had scarlet fever in childhood?

Hodgins informed me
of that fact, yes.

Scarlet fever
can cause osteomylitis.

It's very rare.

It can-- It can happen
in approximately
one in a hundred cases.

It's statistically unlikely
that it was Kennedy.

You're a good person.

I will never forget
what you did for him.

Ooh. I'm oddly energized.

I-I-I should be exhausted,
physically and emotionally,

but I-I feel like
I could work all day.

Right. You should get home
and get to sleep before
you fall over, okay, Sweets?

- Okay.
- Yeah, head to the pillow.

I forgot where
I parked my car.
Shall we?

[ Chuckles ]
We shall.

You know, you must think
I'm crazy for being so happy
that it wasn't J.F.K.

I'm very impressed.

You wanted the truth, even
if it was going to hurt you.

I learned that from you.

Really?
Yeah.

I mean, sometimes you
have to go with your brain
over your gut.

That's nice.

But I'd prefer that you
always go with your brain
over your gut.

Because your gut cannot think.

Your brain can't digest
a breakfast burrito.

Just the same.
To each their own.
[ Chuckles ]

To each their own.
Yep.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

What's that mean?