All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S06E07 - The Babe in the Bar (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

Welcome,
ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls.

Is there anyone
here today...

who happens
to like chocolate?

- [ Children Shouting ]
Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!
- [ Man Chuckling ]

Of course you do!

Then as your purveyor
of pleasure,

your dean of delight,

I have something
very special for you today.

But first,
everybody close your eyes.

- [ Children Gasping,
Chattering ]
- Today, Walpert Chocolate...

is proud and pleased
to bring you...

the world's largest
chocolate bar!
Wow!

- [ Child Gasps ]
- [ Cheering, Applause ]

Yes! It's official!

This is the biggest,
best-tasting chocolate bar
in the world.

Six feet wide,
15 feet long.

And you are all going to get
a gigantic taste of it.

[ Cheering ]

Named
"The Best in the Bunch"
by Chocolatier Monthly,

our new gigantically good
chocolate bars...

are the latest in
a long-standing Walpert
Chocolate tradition...

of award-winning
confections.

Since 1948, we've--
[ Grinding ]

[ Grunting ]
The saw's stuck.

[ Crowd Murmuring ]
[ Child ]
Is it all right?

- Something's wrong.
- Let me give you a hand there.

[ Boy ]
Oh, whoa!

- [ Grunts Loudly ]
- [ Crowd Screaming ]

- [ Screaming ]
- [ Gasping ]

[ Gagging, Coughing ]

- What is that?
- [ Gasps ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Police Radio Chatter ]
[ Saroyan ]
Decomposition's almost complete.

I don't know how I can
separate the organic
material from the chocolate.

Os coxae suggests female.

The earliest stages
of spondylosis indicate
an age range in the late 20s.

Hey, maybe
it's an Oompa Loompa.

I don't know
what that is.
Oompa Loompa!

Oompa Loompa.

[ Stammering ]
Oh, gases
that would normally...

be released into the air
during decomposition...

were trapped
in the hard chocolate,

reducing the soft tissue
to a putrid fluid.

Agent Booth,
I'm, uh, Jimmy Walpert.

I'm sorry
that I wasn't here,
but I-I got a bit sick.

Well, that's
no surprise there.

This is Scott.
Scott Kimper.

K-I-M-P-E-R.
Chief Chocolate Engineer.

I didn't know chocolate
required engineering.

Making chocolate
is a science unto itself.

No, it's not.
It's a technique...

which requires various
scientific disciplines--
physics, chemistry--

So, you guys
were both present when
the body was discovered?

- It was awful.
- It didn't make any sense.
I was there the day we poured.

So was I, and there
certainly wasn't any--
[ Whispers ] dead body.

Really?
Well, it's not a secret now,
is it, Mr. Walpert?

This is an awful lot
of chocolate to pour.

I tempered our new formula
to withstand additional humidity
and loaded up a cement mixer.

- When was that?
- Tuesday morning, 10:00.

How long did it take
to set?

I confirmed solidity on
Thursday, 3:30 that afternoon.

- I can give you my notes.
- I personally monitored it
every eight hours.

- I saw nothing strange.
- Do you have any
security cameras here?

Any surveillance I can
take a look at, footage?

Just a temporary fence
with a padlock
for insurance purposes.

You don't think that
a child saw the chocolate
and fell in?

No, the victim appears
to be an adult.

Judging from this section
of pelvis--
[ Choking ]

female, late 20s.

I'll tell you one thing
I've noticed--

that I'm sort of
off chocolate.

You know, it was widely rumored
that Pope Clement XIV...

was killed with a cup
of poisoned chocolate.

Was he a good pope
or a bad pope?

He was no Urban VI.

Oh, no. Of course not.

Oh, who, by the way,
was the answer...

to my record-breaking
Daily Double win on Jeopardy!.

The category, of course,
"Torture."

Was that the game that
you played while I was away?

It was more than just a game.
Mr. Nigel-Murray won
almost a million dollars.

Which after travel, uh,

an overindulgent lifestyle,
the occasional game of chance...

and a little stint in rehab,
I, uh-- I no longer possess.

But I do--
I still have my memories.

[ Whispers ]
Thailand.

[ Brennan ]
Reassembling the chocolate...

made it easier to scan,

but the condition of these
remains is far from ideal.

That's an understatement.

Hey, rugal folds.
Found a piece of stomach.

Is this a slight depression
on the occipital?

Yes. Perhaps she struck her head
on the mold as someone
held her down in the chocolate.

Which would mean
that she was drowned.

Certainly a possibility.

Cam, can you
analyze the lungs?
Lungs.

[ Chuckles ]
There are no lungs.

Definitely
looks like murder.

There's nothing definite here,
Mr. Nigel-Murray.

It's possible the victim
had a grand mal seizure...

while voluntarily lying
in the chocolate.

But let's call it murder
just for fun.
[ Device Beeps ]

Why is it so cold in here?
[ Motor Engages ]

Holy crap.

Look at the size
of that thing.

We turned the thermostat down
so no chocolate
would melt on the C.T.

It's on loan
from Johns Hopkins.

Johns Hopkins.
Almost forgot that. Another one
for Michelle's short list.

I cannot believe she's already
applying to colleges.

- Does Michelle know
what she wants to study?
- Marine biology.

Art history.
Russian literature.

She's kind of
all over the place.

She's actually gonna be here in
a few minutes so we can go over
our application strategies.

Don't you mean her
application strategies?

Didn't I say that?

What's this here,
on the right radius?

Looks like it may be perimortem
sharp force trauma--

an injury sustained
in the attack.

But we'll know more
when the bones are clean.

- Just don't lose the chocolate.
- Dr. Hodgins can help you.

I sense a mess
in our future.

Uh, speaking of which,
I need to get cleaned up
for Michelle.

Oh, you know, there are
many fine universities
in England.

Uh, Oxford and Cambridge,
of course.

But th-there's also--

You so much as mention leaving
the country to my daughter,

and I will choke you
on your own trivia...

and stuff your lifeless body
in a locker.

Then again,
Georgetown is lovely.

Mm-hmm.

It's closer.
Closer.

I know I promised that
the decision was yours
and yours alone,

but I did send away
for a few catalogs...

just to
give you a sense
of your options.

A few?

Now, with your grades and S.A.T.
scores plus extracurriculars,

I truly think
you have a shot...

at getting
into any one
of these schools.

The trick is gonna be
the essay question.

And then talk
about personal
interviews later.

Cam, I think I've already
decided where I wanna go.

Your top choice? That's great!
Why don't we do this in tiers.

Top choice,
reach schools, safeties.

Uh, no. I mean, I only
want to apply to one school.
Early decision.

Wellesley?
Central Maine
State University.

Excu-- Central... Maine?
That-That's a--

State University.
Pittsfield Campus.

I am not familiar
with that university.

But, um, then again,
I don't know much about
the center of Maine.

It's a small school,
but it's got a great
general studies department.

That way, I won't have to
narrow down my interests.

General studies?
Mm-hmm.

Derrick's already in because
he got a football scholarship.

Ah. Derrick.

Cam, don't say his name
like that.

I like Derrick, Michelle.
I do.

But this is your future.
It's important.

You said this was my decision.
You told me you'd support me.

Yes, but when I see that you
might be making a mistake--
So you're not supporting me?

Unconditionally?

[ Sighs ]

You're right, Cam.
This is my future.

I'm sorry.
Let's talk about the--

No. I've gotta go.
I'll see you later.

[ Sighs ]

I gotta tell you, I don't
think I've ever quite
seen anything like this.

Anthropologically speaking,

chocolate and violence
often intersect.

Take the ancient Aztecs.

Cocoa pods were used in ritual
to represent the human heart,

while the seeds inside
represented blood.

So, what's the deal
with the body?
Any news?

Mr. Nigel-Murray's
cleaning the bones as we speak.

Some fractures appear
to indicate a struggle.

But we can't get a clear look
until Hodgins and Mr.
Nigel-Murray clean the bones.

Lick 'em.
Lick 'em clean.

Licking would contaminate
the osseous surface.
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

Joke, Bones. All right?
It's just a joke.
All right? Sarcastic--

Hello, Angela.
Hey.

I just sent you the victim's
facial reconstruction.

Oh. Convenient.
Yeah.

Well, I ran it
through Missing Persons,
and nothing came up.

All right. I'll--
I'll show Booth.
Thanks, Angela.

Yowza.

"Yowza" was an early
20th-century exclamation
you used to indicate...

that you are
responding sexually.

[ Sighs ]

The victim's nasal bridge
reminds me of Hannah.

Her nose looks
a little bit like Hannah.
Is she away again?

Is that why you're making
sexually suggestive
exclamations?

She's traveling
with the president
of the United States.

She's in Munich
until the weekend.

I love Munich.
Ich liebe Bayern.
Und Sie?

So, Angela find
any missing persons?

Ja. Aber sie fand keine--

No match.
No match.

Let's just do this
the old-fashioned way.

Hey, Booth.
Yowza.

[ Laughs ]
That was very funny.
Yeah.

It was objectively very amusing.
I'm laughing
all the way out the door.

[ Beeps ]
[ Chuckles ]
Yowza.

[ Beeping ]

How's my sweet thing
and her precious cargo?

Oh, we're fine.
[ Chuckles ]
Yeah?

We're just cleaning up
the 3-D images
of the remains.

I think
he really likes 3-D.
[ Chuckles ]

If, by cargo, you're implying
that I already resemble
a container ship,

let me warn you,
you ain't seen nothin' yet.

I can't wait until
we start to tell people.

I think we should
tell people now. Okay?

Yeah. Sure. Yeah.

Um, I'll tell Cam
when I see her.
No!

This is a big deal.
We need to throw a party.

I mean, like, tomorrow night,
Founding Fathers.
Oh.

We'll get food,
some drinks.

I mean, everyone will be
so excited for us.

I can't wait
to see their faces.
Me neither.

How about
if I invite everybody?

I'm afraid that
you're gonna give it away.

Yes. Good point.

Yeah.
Sure. Good.

Uh--
[ Clears Throat ]

Angela's got something
to ask you.

Hodgins wants to make
a big announcement and tell
everybody that I am pregnant.

But everyone
already knows.
I know.

But Hodgins doesn't know that,
because he wants it
to be his surprise.

You didn't say anything,
did you?

No. No one did.
Okay. Good.

Well, everybody's just
gonna have to act surprised.

And if they can't pull it off,
then they-- they just
have to not come.

They have to
make up an excuse.
Sounds like a plan.

Okay. Can you do it?

Founding Fathers.
Tomorrow night.

Wait.
Founding Fathers?

I love Founding Fathers!

How was that?
Convincing?

Yes. That was-- That was--

Thank you, Cam.

Oh, my God.
This is Harriet Soloway.

Does she work here?
Yes. In R & D.

Scott!

Did you find out
what happened?

The dead body
is Harriet Soloway.
Harriet?

My God!

- I thought she was at the cocoa
bean symposium in Baltimore.
- So did I.

Right. So when was
the last time you saw her?

Uh, Monday morning
staff meeting.

You said that the chocolate
was poured on Tuesday...

and that it was hard
by Thursday?
That's right.

I'm gonna need to know all
the people who had access to the
chocolate during that period.

I know my employees,
Agent Booth.

Nobody would ever
just dump her body
in the chocolate bar.

There's no evidence
to indicate...

the body was placed
in the chocolate
as a means of disposal.

The evidence suggests
she was killed there.

Death by chocolate?
Oh, the press will have
a field day with that.

Do you guys have
any personnel files?

We're gonna have to
notify next of kin.

I think she has
a sister in Virginia.
Um, I'll get you her file.

I'd like to offer a reward.

$50,000 to anyone who
helps us catch the murderer.

That's very generous of you.

Payable in a lifetime supply
of Walpert chocolate.

Right. I'm guessing the ones
with the gooey center.

Right?
[ Chuckles ]

Your thesis is wrong,
Dr. Hodgins.

We should use
the blow dryers.
It's a more gentle process.

I'm the lead on this, Vincent,
as well as the king of this lab.

Now, the lights will melt
the chocolate evenly...

and won't damage
any evidence trapped inside.

Yes, yes, but with the
hair dryers, we can localize
the heat distribution.

Tests supporting this
have been conducted
in Michoacán, Mexico.

I'm gonna turn the lamps on now
to melt the chocolate
and to stop you from talking.

[ Electricity Humming ]
[ Cam ]
Ooh, stop!

[ Device Beeps ]
Turn the lamps off.
Turn the lamps off.

What is going on?

I was going over Angela's
3-D images of the remains,

and I found something.

Okay.

- See these circles?
- It looks like intestinal gas.

It's bubbles
in the chocolate.

Two big bubbles
trapped right here,

25 and 39 millimeters
above the victim's mandible.

Are you saying
the chocolate trapped
the victim's final breath?

- Well, I'm no expert
in viscosity, but--
- I am.

I am. In fact, on--
on Jeopardy!--

Oh, make your point.

In any
endothermic reaction,

the surface molecules are always
the first to become stable.

Therefore, it's possible
that a gaseous bubble could
form in the warmer liquid...

but become trapped
against the solid surface.

I couldn't get any useful data
from the soft tissue,
so the bubbles are all I've got.

- If they melt away--
- But we have to
melt the chocolate...

in order to get
any information
from the bones.

Yeah, but first we can
cut out these sections
and freeze them...

until we discover a way
to extract the gas
trapped in the bubbles.

Excellent. Do it.

Mr. Nigel-Murray,
if I didn't have self-control,
I would kiss you.

No interesting facts
off that?

Hmm?
Y-Yeah, yeah.

In fact, the--
the satisfaction...

that human beings take
from fantasizing is--

It's directly
related to--

Uh, no, I don't-- Mm-mmm.
There's no facts on--

Yes, that's my sister.

I wondered why she
wasn't calling me back.

When was the last time
you guys spoke?
I don't know.

A few months ago? We, uh--
We should've talked more.
We're both so busy.

We just let our lives
get away from us.

Are you sure
it's Harriet?

Well, according to
the Jeffersonian, yeah.

Um, are you aware
of any... problems
she may have had?

Any enemies
at the chocolate factory?

No.

Chocolate what?

Are you familiar
with Walpert Chocolate?

Walpert Chocolate?
No.

According to the company,
she'd been working there
for several months...

right after she graduated
from culinary school.

Culinary school?

Harriet went to Penn State.
This is a mistake.

According to her résumé,
she went to
the Arrow Culinary Academy,

followed by an internship
at a prestigious chocolatier
in New York.

Can I see that?
Sure.

These are all lies.

They are all lies.

That is her picture
and that's her name,
but this résumé--

this isn't her.

- So she lied to get her job?
- Extensively.

It's bold, but it doesn't
necessarily mean
she's pathological.

Maybe she just
loved chocolate.

You have to eat that?

I'm imagining you chomping down
on her cheek or something.

Can you just--
Put it away.

If we don't face and overcome
unsettling events in life,
we are ruled by them.

I'm not gonna let
some ruthless killer destroy
my enjoyment of chocolate.

It's not gonna happen.
I love chocolate too much.

- Give me this thing.
- Come on! I was about
to get to the nuts.

Her sister, Geneva,
said that Harriet
didn't even like chocolate.

She said that she'd lied
about getting this job
and every other job.

So I basically
tracked down her actual
employment records...

through her
Social Security number,

and she not only
changed jobs every year,
she hopped industries.

It looks like
she created a new résumé
for each position.

Here she says she's
a world-renowned expert in
the field of couture bustiers.

Lingerie. Like a bra,
only pretty great.

Actually, they're very sexy.

Sort of s-squeeze the--

Uh, so you're saying that
all the résumés are filled
with false information?

Cosmetic rep.
Toy company.

Outreach specialist,
whatever that is.

It's fascinating.
I mean, obviously
our victim is intelligent.

These résumés
are perfectly tailored to
make her an ideal candidate.

Geneva said that Harriet
was probably lying
just for the fun of it.

When someone lies
with this sort of ease in their
professional relationships,

chances are they lie
at least as much in
their personal relationships.

Maybe she just lied
to the wrong person.

I should be able
to use the syringe...

to extract the gas
and any aerated fluid.

Ooh! Bubbles!

Now, the trick
is jabbing them.

Yeah, sometimes I use
this thing on myself...

to check on the baby,

just say hi.

Totally unethical.
I know.

Extremely,
but so cool.

My daughter wants to be
a Fighting Hagfish.

For what, a costume party?

No. It's the mascot
of Central Maine
State University...

where Michelle says
she's going next year.

Oh.

Good for her.
I love Maine.

She's following a boy,
Angela.

I mean,
you're a hedonistic,
free-spirit, artist type,

and even you
didn't do that.

[ Chuckles ]
Thank you for
the personality assessment.

Yeah, I went to a good school
because I chose to.

Nobody made me.

You should let Michelle
make her own decisions, Cam.

I mean, she is
almost an adult.

"Almost."
That's the key word here.

I need to guide her,
but she hates me
for doing it.

- Maybe you should
talk to Sweets.
- Sweets? Why would I do that?

He might be able to help you
deal with Michelle.

I don't wanna talk
to a child about a child.

Okay.

[ Device Beeps ]

I measured the contusion
we found on the skull.

It matches the width of the edge
of the mold that they used
to form the chocolate bar.

Very good work.

That reinforces the theory...

that the victim was held down
with some degree of force.

And suffocated.

The cartilage of the septum
has been crushed,

and there's another hairline
fracture on the frontal
process of the maxilla.

Pressure fractures
on the margins of the orbits.

Their directionality
definitely suggests Harriet
was suffocated while submerged,

which is in keeping with Cam's
postulation that the chocolate
captured her last breath.

Oh.

- This is odd.
- The radial trauma?

I originally believed it
to be perimortem, but look.

The remodeling was obscured
by pseudarthrosis.

This injury happened
about five or six months
before she died. See?

Remodeling on each edge.

The limb must not have
been properly immobilized
after injury.

So the bone
didn't fully calcify,

leaving the appearance
of a fresh wound.

But that wouldn't have happened
to anyone who had access
to modern medical treatment.

Well, maybe six months ago,
she didn't have access
to treatment.

Or she chose to deny it
for some reason.

Ooh! Are those the bubbles?

.72 c.c.'s and 1.33 c.c.'s.
Wow.

- How's the chocolate coming?
- Done.

I sifted through
all 1,873 gallons of it.

Nothin' but the usual.

Ant torsos, spider legs,
rodent hairs.

Whoa.
That's the usual?
Yeah.

F.D.A. permits
60 insect fragments and
one rodent hair per 100 grams.

Lovely.
Yeah.

Uh, hey, so, are you--
Are you, uh--
Are you coming tomorrow night?

- Yes.
- Angela asked you?

Yes, she did.
And, yes, I am coming.

- Good.
- It's just a fun night.

- Yeah.
- With friends.

Mm-hmm.

Sounds good.

Let me know as soon
as you get the results.
Yes.

O-On those. Okay?

Yes.

Yes.

Great. Thanks.

So, that was the human resources
department at the bra place.

Turns out wherever
Harriet Soloway went,

she had
quite the reputation.

What, for lying?
No, for seducing men.

Yowza.
Okay.

You know, that whole "yowza"?
That's really not necessary.

So you're implying that Harriet
might've been sexually involved
with a Walpert employee?

I looked through
her phone records.
I didn't see any evidence of it.

But the last place she worked,
Bellomo Sparkling Wines--

[ Exhales ]
What?

I had a very bad experience
drinking Bellomo sparkling wine.

Who hasn't, right?

Anyways, Harriet
had a relationship with
the owner, Lawrence Bellomo,

and apparently
it didn't end very well.

What happened?
Well, six months ago, she filed
a complaint with her carrier.

She was receiving
harassing phone calls
from a private number.

Turns out they were
coming from Bellomo.
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]
Brennan.

We have the results
from the first bubble.

There's an extremely
high concentration
of carbon dioxide.

So she did exhale
while submerged.

There are also traces
of oxygen, nitrogen,
hydrochloric acid, acetic acid,

oenanthic acid, decanoic acid,
glycerin, glucose,

ethanol--
It was a postmortem
eructation.

Oh, God.
That sounds bad.

- It's a burp.
- Burp?

- Corpses burp?
- Yeah. Isn't that awesome?

Well, the combination
of acids and sugar
sounds like ingredients.

It's champagne.

So I went to the
liquor store and bought
every brand available.

We ran it through the
G.C. mass spec to compare
their volatile composition.

Ah-ah-ah.
Bellomo sparkling wine.

- Damn.
- How did you know?

It could just be
a coincidence.

It could be, but we should
still ask Lawrence Bellomo
a few questions.

Just because she was
drinking Bellomo...

does not mean
I was drinking Bellomo with her.

Everybody drinks Bellomo.

Everybody
drinks Bellomo once,
Mr. Bellomo.

Phone records show
that you were calling
Harriet repeatedly.

I just wanted to talk to her,
all right?

- I was having a hard time.
- Why? Because she
broke up with you?

That, and my business.

Everything was going wrong
at the same time.

You know what I'm saying?
A perfect storm.

- Yeah? What happened?
- Well, I hired Harriet
about a year ago.

We started seeing each other
and, uh, I thought
we were gonna get married.

Six months later,
out of the blue, she dumps me.

Quits.
Says she needs her space.

- What the hell
does that even mean?
- Nothing.

Space being neutral--
or in some cases negative--
can't be acquired.

- Therefore--
- Just, uh, go on. Continue.

Well, because
having a broken heart's
not bad enough,

a month later
I lost a contract
with my biggest distributor.

How much do you know
about her personal life
or history?

What she told me.

And her sister.
I know her sister too.

K-Knew her.

You slept
with her sister?
[ Murmurs ]

We had a little fling.
That's how I met Harriet.

She was staying at Geneva's
for a couple of days,
and she needed a job.

And... she had
an impressive résumé.

You dumped Geneva.

Yeah, well, good thing too.
Geneva was nuts.

When she heard
I was with Harriet,
she went insane.

You know, that woman
waited for me in a tree
outside my house.

She almost took out my eye.

Those girls
hate each other's guts.

Why didn't you tell us
about Lawrence Bellomo?

Lawrence... is--
is ancient history.

- Did he kill Harriet?
- I'll ask the questions.

You were jealous
of your sister,
weren't you?

What are you getting at,
Agent Booth? Because
I don't think I like it.

Well, Harriet was beautiful,
led more of an exciting life.

You, in comparison,
led a more--

Boring? Are you saying
my life is boring?

So-- So I whacked my sister?

I'm just thinking,
you know, Harriet stole
your boyfriend last year.

She probably
stole your boyfriend
last week.

- So you got upset
and you whacked her.
- Okay.

I got a little crazy
when Lawrence dumped me.

But I just couldn't believe
he fell for her act.

Her act?

Harriet was a phony.

Ever since we were little,
she would manipulate people
to get whatever she wanted.

No one knew.
Everyone loved her.

So-- So, yeah, you're right.
I was jealous.

But I would never hurt her.

She was stabbed in the arm
six months ago. Do you know
who may have done that?

Her arm? I don't know.
She probably deserved it.

But it wasn't me.

I hated her, sure,
but I didn't kill her.

Interestingly,
the cacao tree is a species
of the genus Theobroma,

which translates from the Latin
as the "food of the gods."

What would actually
be interesting...

is an explanation of
the perimortem fractures,
Mr. Nigel-Murray.

Of course.

They support our scenario
of the attack.

With one hand, the killer
held the victim down,

fracturing the clavicle
and the sternum,

while suffocating her
with the other hand.

Anything else?
Oh, yes.

I took a closer look
at the antemortem trauma that
somehow escaped medical care.

There is a very small
proliferative lesion...

on the distal edge
of the fracture.

It's an adventitious cyst.

The compromised bone
formed a callus around
a foreign object...

that was embedded
in the open wound.

Do you have this
on X-ray?
Yes.

Looks like a small rock.
Oh!

Rock was the subject
of my only disputed
Jeopardy! answer.

Is this relevant,
Mr. Nigel-Murray?

The category was
"Famous Jameses."

The question: "He is
widely considered the best
rock guitarist of all time."

So, obviously, my answer--
"Who is Jimmy Page?"

No. That's not the response.
The response they're looking
for-- "Who is Jimi Hendrix?"

Mr. Nigel-Murray--

I know, I know!
Jimi Hendrix!

Okay, first of all,
Jimmy Page is a better musician.
That's a fact.

Also, Jimi Hendrix--
his original birth name
is Johnny.

So he doesn't-- doesn't
even belong in the category.

That wasn't relevant at all,
Mr. Nigel-Murray.

Take a microslice of the cyst
and have Dr. Hodgins identify
the foreign object.

Jimmy Page
is always relevant.

Well, you're here,
so you must want
my honest opinion.

I guess so.

I think you're overreacting,
Dr. Saroyan.

Overreacting? Do-Do--
Are shrinks even allowed
to use that word?

Okay, so, why am I
overreacting?

I have a friend, Tim Swift,
who was the golden boy
in my high school.

Got into Harvard,
but dropped out
after the first semester.

Wound up
in some community college
where he majored in weed.

Today, he manages
a $5 billion charitable trust
that saved thousands of lives.

I'm sorry. You lost me
at majoring in weed.

The late teens and early 20s...

are a time for experimentation
and growth...

and, you know,
making a few mistakes
is just part of that process.

Oh, you're
making it worse.

It's not that I don't think
that college isn't a big deal.
Of course it is.

But, come on, this is Michelle
we're talking about.

She's an exceptional
young woman.
She is.

Which is why she deserves to
go to an exceptional school.
This decision--

It's probably
gonna change anyway.

She and Derrick
will have a fight,

or she'll start
to feel left out
when her friends visit schools.

I don't think
this is a done deal.

Applications are due
in a few months.

What if she realizes
too late?

I'm responsible for her,
Dr. Sweets.

Well, you know,
it may not unfold...

the way you'd like it to,

but Michelle is a smart
and wonderful young woman,
worthy of your trust.

Let this play itself out.

I don't know
if I can do that.

I do.

You've been
a great mother to her.

Remind me again why I should
listen to someone who doesn't
even take care of a pet.

Right.

I sponsor a water buffalo
in the Philippines.

And I suppose you wouldn't get
in the way of her decisions.

Oh, I wouldn't get
in her way, period.

You made my day, Vincent.
Thank you.

Was it the vivid recounting
of my debauched weekend in Rio?

Or was it that,
uh, juicy little morsel
regarding Signor Trebek?

Both entertaining.

But what really does it for me
is that foreign object
you gave me to I.D.

It's a bug.

Helopeltis theobromae.

The object we found lodged
inside the bone was an insect?
Most of one.

It's part of
the Miridae family.

It's found primarily
in Indonesia.

I'll go and tell
Dr. Brennan.

Well, when you do, make sure
you tell her the best part.

One of the little guy's
favorite snacks--
cocoa plants.

The evidence shows that
Harriet was in Indonesia
six months ago,

probably on
a cocoa plantation,

which would explain
the insect.

Wait a second.
Here we go.
Indonesia. Cocoa.

Yes?
Aha!
Ambrosia Chocolates.

Remember them?
Yes! They're expensive.

Yeah.
And delicious.

I love the cream center,
although not that much anymore.

Every Ambrosia employee
is sent down to Indonesia...

to take part
in this immersion program
to study about cocoa.

But Harriet didn't work
for Ambrosia Chocolates.

But look at
all the companies, okay,

that she worked for
after she quit.

They all took a hit.

Remember Bellomo Wines?
Yes.

Lawrence Bellomo said that
he lost a major distributor
of his wine.

Every company that Harriet
worked for was a victim
of corporate espionage.

Walpert was developing
a new line of chocolate.

Ambrosia sends Harriet
to Indonesia--

Because Ambrosia
is her real employer.

Harriet...

was a spy.

Yowza.

Yowza.

So, Gail Slevin, is it?

Right. As president
of Ambrosia Chocolates,

you have been trying to
buy out Walpert for years.

Is that right?
We made some overtures.
It's not really a priority.

Uh, from my count,
six overtures.

Walpert has not bitten.

That must have been
frustrating, right?

Not really.
It's just business.
"Just business."

Right.

Are you familiar with
the Economic Espionage Act?

No. Why would I be?

Well, if I find proof
that you illegally obtained
a competitor's trade secrets,

you're lookin'
at least 10 years' prison.

I agreed to come down here
to discuss the accident
at Walpert's factory.

Suddenly I need a lawyer.
Well, it wasn't
an accident.

You see, it was murder,

and we have proof
that the victim
worked for you...

and has been since
she entered your immersion
program six months ago.

You see,
Harriet was a spy.

Am I here because you think
I killed her, Agent Booth?

Well, if you didn't,
you might want to cooperate.

It might make negotiating a plea
on that espionage charge
a little easier.

Harriet entered
the immersion program
just like everybody else,

so that she seemed
just like any other employee.

How'd she hurt her arm?
It happened during the
harvesting part of the program.

Go hand machetes
to 16 Ivy League graduates,
see what happens.

She sliced herself.
It got infected.

The plantation's
in a remote area,

so it was impossible to get
sophisticated medical care.

All in the name
of chocolate.

This is a competitive business,
Agent Booth.

Billions of dollars
are at stake.

Harriet was hired
at Walpert to find
the company's weaknesses.

And maybe steal
some trade secrets
along the way.

She called me last week,
whispering into the phone,
saying she was gonna quit.

Did she say why?
She thought Jimmy Walpert
was onto her.

I told her to be careful.
Jimmy has a temper.

Cam?

Oh. Hey.

I'm just, uh, working on
some disgusting stuff here.

Uh, Derrick flew up
to Maine this week to sign
his letter of intent.

[ Laughs ]
He brought this back
for me.

He's actually
a much cuter mascot
than I imagined.

I was hoping
you'd take it.

Maybe even wear it
once in a while.

I just--
I still want you
to be proud of me.

Oh, Michelle.

I-I'm extremely
proud of you.

And I'm so sorry
I haven't been supportive.

This is your decision,
and you have my support 100%.

Thank you.

Go, Hagfish!

[ Laughs ]
I'll see you at home.

Okay.

[ Clears Throat ]

Dr. Saroyan,
have you a minute?

Interestingly, English Quakers
believed that violence among
the poor would be ameliorated...

if they could be persuaded
to give up alcohol
in favor of chocolate.

I thought you had
something to show me.

Oh, yes, yes.

I found another
perimortem injury.

The fourth finger
on the left hand.

An asymmetry
in the articular condyle...

with damage to
the corresponding facet.

What does that mean--
a dislocated finger?

Twisted and dislocated.

Very near
the time of death, yes.

Huh.

That's not a typical
defensive wound.

Nor does it seem to factor into
our suffocation scenario.

I'll make sure
to tell Dr. Brennan.
Very good work.

- Also, very, very--
- Last one, Mr. Nigel-Murray.
Make it good.

Right.

Milton Hershey,
who had great success...

spreading chocolate
amongst the masses,

was also a--
drumroll, please.

You're not gonna--
I'll do it myself.
[ Imitates Drumroll ]

- A Quaker.
- Huh.

That's actually
sort of interesting.

[ Whispers ]
Thank you.

Gail Slevin admitted
Harriet was a spy.

And she was scared.
Of what?

[ Walpert Shouting ]
[ Chuckles ]
Him.

It's your job to keep a lid
on this, Melissa!

I mean, look at this article!
And what about
the other chocolate blogs?

- Mr. Walpert?
- Not now!

Excuse me?

You and your investigation
are costing me big-time!

Now get the hell
off my property
before I call the dogs!

What is he
talking about?
I don't know.

Are you threatening
a federal officer?
Oh, back off!

I mean it.
Okay,
you're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent,
and if I were you I would, pal.

Believe this guy?

You knew what
Harriet was doing,

so you drowned her
and left her for dead.

- Suffocated her.
His hand was over her mouth.
- Right. I got it, Bones.

So when did you, uh,
discover that Harriet
was working for Gail Slevin?

What?
That little bitch!

- What did she tell them?
- Calm down!

Don't tell me to calm down!
This business is my life!
Get Scott in here.

If he showed her anything,
if he showed her
one damn slip of paper--

- What does Scott
have to do with this?
- He's the chocolatier.

I handle the business,
but he oversees
all of the new formulations.

I'm-- I'm just a face,
like the Colonel.

But my suit is way nicer--
no string tie or anything.

- Listen, did Harriet spend
a lot of time with Mr. Kimper?
- You think I give a crap?

I hope so.

Scott's wife was...
a horse.

You could actually
put a saddle on her.

And Harriet was,
uh, quite a tease.

Well, Scott doesn't hold back
on the credit card charges.

Take a look
at that charge.

"MinuteDivorce.com."

Filed online
last Sunday.

The same day
that he spent 12.99
at the liquor store--

Bellomo sparkling wine,
I imagine.

And $2,000
for an engagement ring.

Which he yanked off her finger,
dislocating it.

I'm telling you,
all the evidence points
back to Scott Kimper.

Unfortunately,
it's just circumstantial.

Got the analysis
of the remaining air bubble.
It's good news.

Let's see.

Is this Michelle's essay
to Johns Hopkins?

Yes.
It's very good.

It is.

I thought she wasn't
applying to any other
schools except--

Oh. Oh!

You're writing Michelle's--
Oh, that's bad!

I mean, that--
That's just wrong.

No, Dr. Hodgins,
that is being a mother.

And I assume
I can trust your discretion.

Of course, Mom.

[ Chuckles ]

Tsk, tsk, tsk.
[ Chuckles ]

We just got the results back
from the second bubble we found
trapped in the chocolate.

You mean the eructation.

This one wasn't a burp.
It was her final exhalation.

It contained oxygen,
nitrogen, carbon dioxide
and a trace amount of blood.

Harriet's blood?

Not Harriet's blood.
Someone else's.

If it was her
final exhalation,

then the blood must belong
to the person who was
with her when she died.

Yes.

We have the killer.

She said she loved me.
I trusted her.

Well, you weren't the first.

She worked
for Ambrosia Chocolate.

I shared everything
with her.

My recipes, everything.

If she hadn't been inside,
that would have been the best
chocolate bar you ever had.

He killed her
because he loved her?

No. He fell in love
with a fake. He found out,
he couldn't handle it.

Love is an idiot.
What?

I was personifying
a concept.
It's poetic.

But how does someone
fall in love with something
that isn't even real?

Oh, that's a big question.

You're just gonna say that it's
your brain releasing chemicals
that just drive you crazy.

I'm not even gonna go there.
I'm not gonna have
this conversation.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]
But you admit that love
is an idiot, right?

Yep. Oh, look at that.
Uh, Hannah's back.

Um, you know,
this whole thing that
we're goin' to here--

The official announcement
that Angela is pregnant?

Yeah, I-I feel, um--
I feel pretty stupid
pretending.

You're trying to find
a justification...

so you can go home
and have sex
with Hannah, right?

Yeah.

Plus, we already
all know anyway.

But Hodgins
doesn't know we know.

Yeah, but Angela says if you
can't pretend not knowing,
then you shouldn't go,

so I shouldn't go.

If you want, I can lie
to all of our friends...

and say that you
had pressing F.B.I. business.

I don't like the idea
of lying to our friends,
but I'm gonna go with it.

Thanks.

Uh, tell Hannah
welcome home.

Right.

[ Chattering ]

Do you think
everyone's here?

[ Chattering ]

Yes, I do.

Just go ahead.

Okay.

Um-- [ Clears Throat ]

Hello, everyone, uh--
All four of you.

Our friends.

Um, thank you so much
for coming out tonight...

to hear our big announcement.

Maybe you've already guessed?

Nope!
No.
No!

Okay.

Well, what we'd like to
share with all of you
is that I'm--

Yes, our best friends.
Good. Um--

Vincent, what's the matter?

I beg of you
not to look at me directly.

Please, just say
what you've come to say.

Okay. Yeah.

Um, ready?
Yes.

- Angela and I
are gonna have a baby!
- A baby! Congratulations!

[ Brennan ]
Yay!

- Wonderful! A baby!
- That is so awesome!

- [ Brennan ] A baby!
- [ Saroyan ] That's so good!

[ Saroyan ]
Wonderful!
Stop.

You knew, didn't you?

- No. We didn't.
- No!

- Know what?
- No, I was surprised.

Mm-hmm.

They knew.

No, no.

They didn't--

They didn't know.
Did you know?

Nope.
Mm-mmm.

That's why no one else
is here.

Because you told them if
they couldn't fake surprise,
not to show up.

I-- I think
we were very convincing.

I actually felt like
I was hearing it
for the first time.

I can't believe
you told them without me.

I didn't tell them, honey.
They guessed.

Didn't you guys
guess on your own?

- Yeah.
- Yes.
- Yeah.

It was the glow
or the vomiting or something.

The point is we're all
together and you guys are
all very happy for us, right?

- That part is true.
- To the Hodgins family.

To the Hodgins family.
To the Montenegro-Hodgins
family.

Oh, my--
[ Sweets ]
And the wee one.

To our family. Yay!
To our family!

Yay! Okay!

[ Excited Chattering ]
Oh, I'm so glad
that's over!

Thank you so much!

What's that mean?