The Graft in the Girl (1×20)

Written by: Greg Ball and Laura Wolner

Directed by: Sanford Bookstaver

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BRENNAN: Why are we meeting Cullen here?

BOOTH: Because he’s the deputy director of the FBI and this is where he wants us to show it to him. OK, listen. About a month ago his daughter Amy was diagnosed with cancer. Meso…

BRENNAN: Mesothelioma. Lung cancer.

BOOTH: Exactly. So she’s not doing so well, so it’s a lot easier for us to come to him right now.

BRENNAN: Huh.

BOOTH: Huh, what?

BRENNAN: Nothing. It’s just that’s an extremely rare form of lung cancer—odd for someone Amy’s age to contract.

BOOTH: No, no, no. No probing, OK? Not to Cullen, not to his family. This will take five minutes. We go in, do the show and tell relating to the case and then we’re out of there. Is that clear?

BRENNAN: I think it’s peculiar.

BOOTH: No.

BRENNAN: But I…

BOOTH: No.

BRENNAN: You have to admit…

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CULLEN: Booth. Dr. Brennan. How appropriate, you two bickering in an adolescent wing.

BOOTH: Uh, sir, yes. Um, is it OK if we come in, sir?

CULLEN: What do you think, sweetheart?

AMY: Booth’s cool, most of the time.

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ANGELA: Can I see your drawings? Wow. These are beautiful.

MRS. CULLEN: Our artist in the making.

AMY: Right now I’m doing landscapes. I’m really into this French dude Rousseau.

BRENNAN: She’s amazing.

MRS. CULLEN: Mm-hmmm. Amy’s been very brave this week. They’re trying an experimental viral chemotherapy, and we’re very optimistic.

BRENNAN: Since asbestos exposure is the primary way people contract mesothelioma…how do you think…How do you think Amy got it?

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Booth is like, “I just told you no questions!!”

 

CULLEN: Oh, we don’t know, Dr. Brennan. The first place we looked after she was diagnosed was all her previous schools, the house we lived in…nothing.

BRENNAN: Has there been a history of illness?

MRS. CULLEN: Hardly. Apart from breaking her leg snowboarding a year ago I can’t remember the last time she was sick.

BRENNAN: How bad was the break?

CULLEN: Compound fracture, left tibia.

AMY: I was boarding with some friends and I…I hit a tree. Pretty dumb, huh?

BRENNAN: And that required surgery?

MRS. CULLEN: A bone graft.

BOOTH: I hate to drag these lovely squints back to the lab, but, you see, we have another case.

They go back to the lab, where something appears off in Amy’s scans.

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ZACK: Amy Cullen’s file states the donor of the bone was 25 years old.

BRENNAN: Well, I don’t buy it.

ZACK: How old do you think the donor really was?

BRENNAN: Judging from the reduction in bone mass…at least sixty.

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BRENNAN: Doctor, you performed Amy Cullen’s graft, correct?

DOCTOR: Yes, But I just do the procedure, Ms. Brennan.

BOOTH: Dr. Brennan.

DOCTOR: MD?

BRENNAN: PhD.

DOCTOR: Well, those who can’t do, do research.

BOOTH: OK…

BRENNAN: Booth…

The squints realize the graft gave Amy Cullen cancer. 

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BOOTH: But how do we know that it’s the bone that gave Amy cancer?

BRENNAN: Because of this. Magnify. The graft is riddled with cancer.

ZACK: Cancer consistent with morphology origin in the pleura, most likely mesothelioma.

BRENNAN: Whoever this is had terminal cancer. And no so does Amy.

ZACK: She went in for a broken leg and was poisoned.

ANGELA: She never even had a chance.

BRENNAN: Someone knew that bone was infected and they gave it to her anyway.

ZACK: This will kill Amy Cullen.

BOOTH: Well, in that case, it’s murder.

B&B brief Cullen on their findings.

BOOTH: The next step would be to find out where the graft came from and how it slipped through the system.

CULLEN: This is not FBI jurisdiction.

BOOTH: It’s a question of justice.

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Brennan, Booth, America, Justice

 

CULLEN: Does this, in any way, change my daughter’s prognosis?

BRENNAN: No.

CULLEN: So she’s still gonna die of this cancer?

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BRENNAN: Barring spontaneous remission the likelihood is significant.

CULLEN: The FBI’s not my personal police force. I appreciate what you discovered. Call Charlie Hammond, CDC. Tell him what happened…he’ll continue the investigation.

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BRENNAN: So that’s it? Whoever did this to Amy Cullen just gets away.

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BOOTH: No. What we do now is we find out a way to make this a legitimate FBI case.

BRENNAN: If one graft is infected, there’s no telling how many others are out there.

BOOTH: Geez, you know, I feel like I’m on a serial killer case just waiting for another victim to surface.

BRENNAN: You’re not far off. What if BioTech makes a habit of selling diseased parts?

BOOTH: Well, then it becomes FBI business if one of those tainted grafts is sold across state line…first we gotta find out if this tissue lab is servicing any other hospitals.

BRENNAN: See if they’ve killed anyone else.

BOOTH: Amy Cullen is not dead, Bones.

BRENNAN: I’m afraid there’s a degree of inevitability. Sorry.

At the hospital, Angela bonds with Amy over art.

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AMY: How’d you do that?

ANGELA: Most of the time I restore and enhance old bones, so this is a lot more fun.

AMY: It’s hard, you know? One second I’m at school and I’m gonna be an artist and the next…My friends don’t know what to say. My parents are scared. Things change, I guess.

ANGELA: Yeah. Yeah, sometimes they do.

AMY: Angela? Is the Louvre just unbelievable?

ANGELA: It’s the most beautiful place you’ll ever see.

AMY: Maybe you can tell me about it sometime.

ANGELA: You’ll go there yourself. I know you will.

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BOOTH: All right. Building manager says BioTech went belly-up two years ago. They couldn’t even pay their last month’s rent.

BRENNAN: What? Two years ago?

BOOTH: Exactly. I mean, Amy Cullen’s graft was sold to Washington General twelve months ago.

BRENNAN: If BioTech doesn’t exist, who sold the diseased bone to the hospital?

They find out someone was using the name BioTech after it had gone under. They find other possible victims.

ZACK: Kelly DeMarco, age 32, dead of lung cancer two months ago.

BRENNAN: Take a biopsy of this ulna graft from Ms. DeMarco and compare it with the core sample from Amy’s leg.

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BOOTH: Look, I spoke to DeMarco‘s husband. She, uh, had the accident, she had all the operations. You know, she never smoked a cigarette in her whole life only to die of lung cancer eight months ago.

ZACK: When your number’s up, I guess, right? I never understood that saying ‘when your number’s up.’ Numbers and equations are quantitative and predictable. Everyone knows when a number’s up.

BOOTH: How do you listen to this all day?

BRENNAN: I find intelligence soothing.

 They find out there was a victim in another state. This is good news for Booth.

HODGINS: Yeah. Why?

BOOTH: Cause it means that this fraud just crossed state lines and became a legitimate case for the FBI. Looks like I don’t have to use my sick days anymore, huh?

 Booth reports in to his boss.

BOOTH: …that makes it a multiple homicide case and since it’s not isolated to the district and the recipients are in multiple states…

CULLEN: This falls under FBI jurisdiction.

BOOTH: Yes, sir.

CULLEN: I should kick your ass.

BOOTH: Yeah.

CULLEN: What’d you do? Take sick time to work on this?

BOOTH: Yeah. Migraine.

CULLEN: Thanks, Booth. Catch the son of a bitch that did this to my daughter.

BOOTH: That’s absolutely my intention sir.

Brennan catches Amy up on the investigation.

AMY: Who would do a thing like that? If they knew they were sick, why make other people sick too?

BRENNAN: I don’t know. It’s terrible, but that’s what we’re trying to figure out.

AMY: So, if you take the bad grafts out will they be ok?

BRENNAN: Some of them.

AMY: But not me.

BRENNAN: No.

AMY: I want this out of me.

 Back in the field, B&B find out the mortician was involved in the graft scam.

BRENNAN: So I looked it up on the internet…you can get $10,000 for grafts on the black market these days.

BOOTH: Ten grand. Geez, my bones are worth more than that.

BRENNAN: What makes you so special?

BOOTH: Three glasses of milk a day, I work out and I eat right.

 Back in the lab, Booth is impatient.

BOOTH: Today, Zack, I need something today.

BRENNAN: Hey, don’t harass my assistant.

HODGINS: That’s right, that’s our job.

 They find out the assistant was in on the bone graft crime.

HODGINS: So the transplant assistant fancied herself a doctor?

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BRENNAN: Not a doctor exactly but qualified enough to extricate bone grafts from a cadaver.

HODGINS: And what about BioTech Tissue Labs?

BRENNAN: Once it was a legitimate company…Combs kept it alive on the web and funneled the money into her own well-disguised bank account.

ANGELA: So where does that leave Amy?

BRENNAN: Same as where she started, just with answers…that’s all.

 Hodgins consoles Angela and gives her an idea of how she can help Amy.

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ANGELA: Welcome to the Louvre.

AMY: I’m really there.

BOOTH: That’s amazing.

CULLEN: Is this your doing, Dr. Brennan?

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BRENNAN: No, sir. It’s all Ms. Montenegro.

MRS. CULLEN: Thank you Angela.

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*I love how Booth uses sick days to help his boss until he can find a legitimate reason for the FBI to be involved!

*It’s very nice how the squints , including Brennan, jump on the case without complaint.

*I love how Hodgins has always been the wind underneath Angela’s wings. He consoles her, advises her, is proud of her skills, encourages her to pursue her passions.

*Too bad we never got any more development on the Cullen side of things. But this was a very good episode. Showed how Bones is a crime procedural with heart.

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The Man in the Morgue (1×19)

“The Man in the Morgue”

Episode 1×19

Written by: Elizabeth Benjamin & Noah Hawley

Directed by: James Whitmore, Jr.

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Brennan finds herself in trouble after helping out post-hurricane Katrina. She is unsure of what happened to her as she speaks to the doctor and detective.

DOCTOR: Looks like someone stole your earring.  Ripped it right out of the lobe.

BRENNAN: I don’t know what happened to me. Detective Harding, I didn’t know who else to call.

DETECTIVE HARDING: I need blood samples on this clothing. Maybe we’ll get lucky and they won’t all come from you.  Still hazy on the details?

BRENNAN: I’m not hazy on the details.  I…I don’t remember anything.

DETECTIVE HARDING: Nothing?

BRENNAN: Um, Dr. Legiere knocking over a tray of instruments at the morgue.  Then…mm…nothing.

DETECTIVE HARDING: That was the day before yesterday.

BRENNAN: I requested a rape kit.

DOCTOR: No sign of sexual activity forced or otherwise.

Booth charges in, all his focus on Brennan.

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WOMAN #1: Sir, sir, you can’t go in there.

BOOTH: Bones, you okay?

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BRENNAN: Booth, I told you not to come.

DETECTIVE HARDING: Who’s this?

BRENNAN: He’s FBI.  We’re sort of partners.

DETECTIVE HARDING: Guy flies down from D.C.?  You’re more than “sort of.”

Brennan shows Booth her missing earring.

BOOTH: You’re worried about an earring?  You should really be worried about losing a whole day.

BRENNAN: I know.  It’s stupid.  But these earrings were my mother’s.

DOCTOR: Amnesia caused by any traumatic event, injury or drug, can erase memories before the event, not just after.

BOOTH: Great, we’ll just wait for a tox screen.

DOCTOR: It’s gonna be at least 24 hours.

BOOTH: (getting upset) 24 hours?

DOCTOR: Well, most of the labs in the area were destroyed by the hurricane.

DETECTIVE HARDING: We’ll find out what happened.  You just take care of your…uh…partner.

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Oh, he will.

 

 

The lab has been working on x-rays that Brennan doesn’t remember sending them.

BRENNAN: I sent you the X-rays of a murder victim?

BOOTH: How’d he die?

ANGELA: Is that Booth?

BRENNAN: Yes.

ANGELA: You’re hopping the Streetcar Named Desire with Booth?  Oh, I love this.

ZACK: Obviously, they’re working the murder of John Doe 361 together.

BRENNAN: Precisely.

LOL

BRENNAN: No.  And it’s a murder. Oh, I’m hungry.

BOOTH: Well, when was the last time you ate?

BOOTH: Oh, my bad.  You have amnesia.

(This appears to be the same set used for the Royal Diner in Washington, D.C., used in season 2.)

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Brennan has memories of a voodoo connection. They investigate.

SAM POTTER: It’s a gris-gris bag.  It’s a mojo.  This one is meant to silence the dead so they can’t speak.

BOOTH: Well, usually dead people are pretty much silent on their own.

BRENNAN: Voodoo embraces the premise that spirits can speak to us from beyond the grave.

 

SAM POTTER: Voodoo is all about the balance of the forces.  That wind, the flood, this death – it’s all out of balance now.  Katrina was Armageddon for the ones who love balance.

SAM POTTER: Dr. Brennan, a lost day?  Perhaps a spell was cast on you as well.

BRENNAN: No disrespect, Sam, but it’s not my religion.

Then they discuss in the car…

BOOTH: Voodoo.  Who’s going to believe that stuff?

BRENNAN: It’s a religion.  No crazier than – well, what are you?

BOOTH: Catholic.

BRENNAN: They believe in the same saints you do, and prayer. What they call spells, you call miracles.  They have priests.

BOOTH:   We don’t make zombies.

BRENNAN:   Jesus rose from the dead after three days.

BOOTH:   Jesus is not a zombie.  All right?  Man.  I shouldn’t have to tell you that.

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Back home, Angela is getting concerned.

ANGELA:   Why haven’t you come home?

BRENNAN: Pretty soon, Ange.

ANGELA:   Is Booth there socially?

BRENNAN:   No, of course, not.

ANGELA: All right, what’s going on?

BOOTH:   Okay, Bones has amnesia because a voodoo murderer put a spell on her to keep her from solving the murder of John Doe 361.

BRENNAN: That’s a huge supposition.

ANGELA: That’s fine if you don’t want to tell me.

A doctor Brennan worked with turns up dead. Booth spots her earring at the scene and swipes it. On their way out, the detective threatens them.

DETECTIVE HARDING:   I’m gonna tear this place apart.  If I find one piece of evidence that ties you to this scene, I will take you into custody.

Later, they talk.

BOOTH:   Can I make a lifestyle suggestion?

BRENNAN:   Go ahead.

BOOTH:   You know, vacation.  It’s from the Latin, “vacatio.”  It means, you know, “freedom” or “release.”  You might want to consider that next time.

(Booth displaying that hidden intelligence!)

BRENNAN:   Learning Latin?

BOOTH:   This is the opposite of vacation.  No wonder you snapped, went insane and totally lost your mind.

They conference with the Jeffersonian to chat about clues. Booth is feeling sassy.

ANGELA:   Uh, I tried to make a digital positive, but it didn’t work.

BRENNAN: Why?

BOOTH:   Voodoo probably.

ZACK: That makes no sense.

BOOTH: Voodoo.  It’s probably voodoo.

ANGELA:   Voodoo?

BRENNAN: Okay, quit saying voodoo.

BOOTH:   Yeah, because, you know, it’s not a factor.

LOL.

HODGINS:   There’s evidence of particles on the bones, but there is no way for me to know what they are.

ZACK:   Probably dirt.

HODGINS:   Yes, thank you, Zack.  But dirt is a meaningless word.

Say it with me guys “diatomaceous earth!!” haha

HODGINS:   Is it sandy?  Hm?  Silty, “humusey”?  Is it clay?  Is it more organic than mineral?  Is it soil?  Is it pulverized gravel?  What minerals are in it?  Are the minerals crystalline?  See, these are all details a person cannot get off an X-ray no matter how long he stares at it.

B&B are discussing the case.

BRENNAN: It could have been me.

BOOTH:   Do you remember that?

BRENNAN:   Look at it objectively.  Graham Legiere was killed between 11:00 p.m. Tuesday and 3:00 a.m. Wednesday.  Not only do I not have an alibi, I…I can’t even explain to myself where I was.  It could’ve been me.

BOOTH: No, it couldn’t.

BRENNAN:   Yes.  Wha…how do you know?

BOOTH:   I just know, okay?  I’d bet my professional career on it.  I already did.

BRENNAN:   What?

BOOTH:   Nothing.

BRENNAN:   What did you do?

BOOTH:   Bones!  Stop.  This is the last time and place that you want to be rational, okay?  Let’s just be wildly emotional and assume that you didn’t psychotically murder a coworker who invited you over for dinner.

The door bursts open and Detective Harding rushes in with several other policemen behind her also with guns. Booth instantly pulls his own weapon out.

DETECTIVE HARDING:   Put down your weapon, Agent Booth.

BOOTH: Put down your weapon.  There’s no threat from us.

DETECTIVE HARDING:   You’re holding a gun on me.

BOOTH:   Yeah, well, you know, my finger here is not on the trigger.  It’s the best I can do under the circumstances.

DETECTIVE HARDING: Holster your weapons.

Don’t mess with Booth when he’s feeling all fierce!

The detective wants to arrest Brennan.

DETECTIVE HARDING:   Now, please.  Step away from my collar.

BOOTH:   I’m afraid I can’t let that happen.

Brennan gives herself up.

BOOTH:   Bones!  Geez!

BRENNAN:   It’s better if nobody else dies while we get to the bottom of this.

BOOTH:   Well, you know what, I wasn’t planning on dying.

BRENNAN: It’s not you I worry about.  Ow.  You’re welcome to the room.  It’s paid for.

ENTER CAROLINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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JULIAN: I hope you’ve kept your mouth shut.

BOOTH:   Hey, Temperance Brennan, Carolyn Julian.  She’s your lawyer.  She’s from the U.S. Attorney’s Office.  She’s the best there is.

BRENNAN:   I’ve told Detective Harding everything I know so far.

JULIAN:   She’s a fool.  You didn’t tell me she’s a fool.

BOOTH:   Look, she’s a brilliant forensic anthropologist.

BRENNAN:   Well, I have three degrees.  I’ve pioneered research in…

JULIAN:   Three degrees and still a fool. This interview is over, Rose.  I need to speak with my client alone before she gives herself a lethal injection.

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BOOTH: Okay, Bones, what the hell where you talking to her for?

BRENNAN:   I was just trying to help.

JULIAN:   You sew those lips together, girl, because there is no such thing as “help” in the New Orleans Police.  They just want to close the case as quickly and easily as they can.  And you are making it Christmas time for them.

BOOTH:   Okay, listen, there’s no way that Bones could’ve killed Legiere.  I mean sh…it’s…it’s just not her.  I mean look at her.

JULIAN:   I am doing you a favor taking this case, Booth.  But as the lady cop says, I’m a prosecutor.  And as it stands now, I could try this case in my p.j.’s and still get a conviction.

BRENNAN:   Well, shouldn’t you get to know your clients before you make snap judgments.

BOOTH:   Bones!

JULIAN:   Fine.  Stop me when I get something wrong.  Trained in three types of martial arts, two assault charges, registered marksman with the N.R.A., hunting licenses in four states…

BOOTH:   You hunt?

BRENNAN:   Well, only for food.

JULIAN:   Shot an unarmed man.

BRENNAN:   Well, he was trying to set me on fire.

BOOTH:   All right, just…just arrange bail for us, Carolyn, so we can get out of here.

JULIAN:   Sure.  Sure.  Don’t want to get this one mad at me.

I’d watch a spin off with just Caroline and Booth.

Later…

BRENNAN:   How’d I get away?  You know, Graham got killed.  I got away.  How’d I do that?

BOOTH:   You know, Bones, all those things that Carolyn mentioned, you know, the…the martial arts, the shooting, the…uh…the assaults…  It’s just…you’re the type of woman that fights.  Maybe they didn’t expect it.  Maybe they thought some kind of magic could hold you.

BRENNAN:   I don’t believe in magic.

BOOTH:   Exactly.  You’re a surprising woman.  Sometimes that’s enough for getting away.

BRENNAN:   Why are you nice to me?

BOOTH: Because.  Because they think they get away with it.

BRENNAN:   What?

BOOTH:   They burn their victim, they blow ’em up, they toss ’em in the ocean, they bury them in the desert, they…they throw ’em to wood chippers.  Sometimes, you know, years go by.  They relax.  And they start living their lives like they didn’t do anything wrong.  Like they didn’t spend somebody else’s life in order to get what they got.  They think they’re safe from retribution.  But, you make those bastards unsafe.  That’s why I’m nice to you.

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BRENNAN:   I couldn’t do that without you, Booth.

BOOTH:   Yeah.  So…uh, you should be a little nicer to me, huh?

BRENNAN: I really should.

BOOTH:   Yeah.

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JULIAN: I walk in on something?

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BOOTH:   Nah, I don’t care what it looks like or how you’re reading the evidence, Carolyn.  She didn’t do it.

JULIAN:   Could be that’s true, Seeley.  You vouch for her, that’s good enough for me.  But, chéri, this looks bad.

Brennan calls into the lab, and ends up scaring the squints with her update.

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ANGELA: You know what?  This whole state of affairs where Brennan just runs around fighting crime?  It’s stupid.  It’s nuts.  Don’t you agree?

HODGINS:   Brennan will be fine, Angela.  She got bail and the murder charge won’t stick.

ANGELA:   What is going on with her?

HODGINS:   Angela. She started to change the day she met you.

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ANGELA:   What?

HODGINS:   She sees how you do it.  All fun and involvement and pizzazz.  Big, you know?  Big life.  Booth came along and gave her the opportunity, but she got the idea from you.  Brennan wants a big life like yours. That’s how it looks to me anyway.  But what do I know?  I’m a bug guy.  Bug and slime.  And, you know…dirt.

ANGELA:   Yeah.

HODGINS:   So…okay.

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ANGELA:   Hmm.

It’s the beginning, y’all. Should we tell them about MSVH??!?!??!?!

B&B find out the twisted voodoo connections and killer.

BRENNAN:   There’s your killer.  I’d really like to go home now.

BOOTH:   Yeah, me, too.

RICHARD BENOIT: Dr. Temperance Brennan, you leave here, you go home, it does not matter.  There are powers, dark powers to whom distance makes no difference.

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He starts to chant a spell at her but she pokes him in the eyes.

BRENNAN: I’ve noticed that very few people are scary once they’ve been poked in the eye.

They head home.

BRENNAN:   Benoit used Hurricane Katrina as a diversion to take the soul of a voodoo priest.

ANGELA:   And he killed his own daughter.

HODGINS:   Dark sorcerers suck, man.

BOOTH:   Oh, but, you know, he intended to bring her back to life.

ZACK:   There’s not really any such thing as spells and magic.

HODGINS:   What are you talking about?  He put a forgetting hex on Dr. Brennan.

BRENNAN:   But it wasn’t the spell that made me forget.  It was the drugs.  Rohypnol.

BOOTH:   Blood test didn’t find any.

BRENNAN:   Gamma hydroxybutyrate?

BOOTH:   Not a trace.

BRENNAN:   Sodium pentothal?

BOOTH:   Nope.

BRENNAN:   Severe emotional trauma.

ANGELA:   Honey, even I think you’re too strong-minded for that.

BRENNAN:   There were too many delays in doing my blood test.  That, plus the adrenaline of my escape.  The drugs were out of my system.

HODGINS: They put the voodoo on you, baby….I didn’t really mean to call you “baby.”

BRENNAN:   You guys, stop, now.  I mean it.

ZACK:   Do you believe in voodoo?  Because even if a small part of you believes in it, then it has a grip.

BRENNAN:   I do not believe.

BOOTH: Maybe just a little?

BRENNAN:   No.

BOOTH:   Good.  Because, you know, if you have any doubts, we’ll just have Benoit send you back one of those little satanic mojo pouches from prison.

BRENNAN:   Booth, objects have no intrinsic power.  A person’s future does not depend on some…thing.  Things are just things.  They do not have magical meaning or powers.

Booth reveals the earring.

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BRENNAN:   Where’d you get that?

BOOTH:   What does it matter?  It’s just a thing, right?

BRENNAN:   My mothers’ earring.

BOOTH:   No, uh, magical power over your future.

ANGELA:   Does that prove something?

BRENNAN:   Yeah.  It proves something.

 

Something. 🙂

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The Man with the Bone (1×18)

 

 **Had a hard time finding pics for this one!**

 

Episode 1×18

Written By: Craig Silverstein

Directed By: Jesús Salvador Trevino

 

BOOTH: Welcome to the dungeon.

BRENNAN: Why do the F.B.I. always stick their morgues in the most depressing basement they can find?

BOOTH: Don’t be such a snob, Bones, okay? Not everyone gets to play in a multimillion-dollar lab, you know, with skylights.

BRENNAN: It’s because as a society we feel the need to hide death away. The people who deal with the dead are … viewed as freaks.

BOOTH: I don’t know if it’s the basement thing but this guy you’re about to meet, Harry, he’s a little twisted.

BRENNAN: You probably think I get some kind of rush when I work, that I’m somehow titillated.

BOOTH: Ah, choice of words, Bones. Choice of words.

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HARRY: Agent Booth.

BOOTH: Harry Tepper, meet Doctor Temperance Brennan from the Jeffersonian.

HARRY: I’ve read her.

BRENNAN: Hello.

HARRY: She’s good. Read your novel too. The heroine’s very aggressive.

They bring Bones in to figure out what a body is holding in it’s hand. It’s sent to the lab.

BOOTH: Tertiary syphilis. Whoa… Wow, that’s the worst.

HODGINS: It was a common ailment in the seventeenth century.

BRENNAN: Which is where the bone dates from.

BOOTH: Say what?

ZACK: We ran a radiocarbon dating test. The finger’s over three hundred years old.

When he finds out where the body was found, Hodgins is all over it.

HODGINS: That’s where the money pit is.

BRENNAN: Money pit?

HODGINS: Legend is … Assateague Island is where Blackbeard buried his treasure.

He thinks he has figured out where the old bone is from…

HODGINS: Pirate.

BOOTH: Pirate?

ZACK: Pirate?

HODGINS: It’s a pirate.

The guys get all excited about the possibilities…

BRENNAN: Why are you guys smiling?

BOOTH, ZACK and HODGINS: Pirates!

ANGELA: It’s a guy thing, sweetie.

Brennan tries to understand the treasure hunters.

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BRENNAN: Wha – people would do that? Sane people? Look for treasure?

BOOTH: Well, isn’t that what archaeologists do?

BRENNAN: Archaeologists are scientists who use evidence on which to base their explorations … not some pirate movie they saw when they were ten.

BOOTH: Yeah well, that, uh, 300-year-old bone that we just found sort of, uh changes things now, doesn’t it there, matey?

Bones interrupts the treasure hunters at the scene.

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BRENNAN: F.B.I.! You’re all under arrest!

BOOTH: Come on, Bones, you don’t get to say that. I’m the one with the badge.

HARDEWICKE: The F.B.I.’s involved now?

BOOTH: Oh yeah, you know, murder on federal land. We like to, uh, poke around a little.

ROSE: Murder?

BRENNAN: *acting tough* Yeah. Murder.

Back at the lab, Hodgins is squeeing with joy at the prospects.

HODGINS: Blackbeard’s curse, man.

ZACK: A curse? We’re scientists.

HODGINS: Look at this. 1902. Two men disappeared while digging. Never found their bodies. Ho-ohhh, that’s very “curse-y”!

ZACK: So you believe in pirates.

HODGINS: Pirates aren’t Santa, Zack. They did exist, they did have treasures, and they did bury it.

ZACK: You know, I had an eye patch when I was six.

Hodgins offers to help them look for evidence.

HODGINS: I am a certified cave diver, which means I can go deeper than two hundred feet. I dove Mayan Blue, Dos Ojos, Tortuga …

BRENNAN: Ever dive Naharon?

HODGINS: Once.

BRENNAN: I named Naharon.

Drop the mic.

HODGINS: Well, then how can you say no to me?

Pick the mic back up. lol

 

BOOTH: You dive too?

BRENNAN: Yeah. I have the time because I don’t own a TV.

Drop that mic again and leave it!

Bones and Angela ponder the case.

ANGELA: So you believe there’s treasure?

BRENNAN: I believe there’s greed. That’s the real curse.

Hodgins dives and finds a complete skeleton.

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BRENNAN: He suffered from scurvy as well as tertiary syphilis.

BOOTH: What’s with the “tertiary”? Isn’t plain old syphilis bad enough?

ZACK: Scurvy, syphilis…pirate.

HODGINS: There is anthropological evidence which supports the claim that Blackbeard executed his burial crews after they were done digging.

BRENNAN: Okay. Let’s … say it’s a pirate.

HODGINS: Yes!

BRENNAN: This would be an extraordinary find.

The millionaire involved in the search is giving Goodman trouble about the investigation.

GOODMAN: This is going to be a headache. He has some very important friends.

BRENNAN: You know, I don’t understand why he’s so upset. It’s not like he needs the money.

BOOTH: But he has partners that do. Macy and Hardewicke were gonna split what they found.

BRENNAN: But Macy is dead.

BOOTH: Exactly. Leaving Hardewicke with a bigger piece of the pie.

Meanwhile, the bones go missing, leaving a furious Brennan.

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BRENNAN: Bones don’t just disappear. I thought this was a secure facility. YOU assured me this was a secure facility. I could be working at Stanford, you know. This never would’ve happened at Stanford!

GOODMAN: We spend three-quarters of a million dollars annually on security.

BRENNAN: Obviously that’s not enough. I want my bones! (To Booth) Did you find my bones?

BOOTH: Oooh, maybe you just wanna, you know, chill a little?

BRENNAN: Chill??

BOOTH: Yeah, you know, take a pill?

BRENNAN: Listen, duuude … my lab was violated, my bones are stolen, so I think I’ll remain warm for a little while longer.

They find out the bones recovered from the water were not original to the site, but stolen and placed there.

CULLEN: Okay, let me see if I get this straight. The pirate bones you recovered came from the Jeffersonian to start with.

BRENNAN: Correct.

GOODMAN: 300-year-old bones stolen from our own pirate exhibit.

CULLEN: And then recovered by one of your own people?

BOOTH: Doctor Hodgins.

CULLEN: – who brought them back to the Jeffersonian … where they were stolen again?

BOOTH: Re-stolen … sir.

CULLEN: You got a security problem, Doctor Goodman.

GOODMAN: And when I find out who did this, you may have a murder problem.

Angela looks at the security tapes and finds a gap.

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GOODMAN: Is there any way to tell if those tapes have been doctored?

ANGELA: Yeah. Since they’re physical magnetic tapes, not stored digitally.

GOODMAN: I always did like analog better. Now I know why.

ANGELA: My point is, is that I’m only an amateur at this, and I’m sure the security department is better equipped and trained –

What? She’s not an expert?! lol

The crew figure out one of the divers was the killer. But he has Hodgins back down in the cave.

BOOTH: Hey, Dane.

DANE: Oh hey … what’s up?

BRENNAN: We know it was you.

BOOTH: Bones, please.

BRENNAN: Why? You have a gun. What’s he got?

BOOTH: He’s got somebody in the shaft.

HODGINS: How far down am I?

DANE: You good enough to take that shot before I cut this air hose, ranger?

BOOTH: Pretty good.

BRENNAN: What? Just pretty good?

BOOTH: Please. I’m working.

HODGINS: (still underwater) Oh, my God. Can you see this, Dane?

DANE: What is it?

BOOTH: Why don’t you take a look?

DANE: Yeah. I do and you’ll shoot me.

HODGINS: Dane! Can you see this, man?

BRENNAN: It’s a gold coin.

DANE: Yeah. It’s, uh, probably something else they stole from the museum and threw in there.

HODGINS: This is real! It’s a big –

Booth shoots the monitor.

BRENNAN: You want to see it, you’re going to have to bring Hodgins up. Please. He’s down there because he believes. He’s no different than you, no different than your brother.

BOOTH: Bring him up.

BRENNAN: Do it for your brother.

Back at the lab, they wrap up the case and the boys go past to playing pirate.

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ZACK and BOOTH: Arrgh!

HODGINS: Arrrgh, matey!

 

Not an epic episode as far as character development or major changes, but we get to see Hodgins’ obsessions in a cute and fun way, not so much angry conspiracy ways. We get to see everyone gel as a team. B&B are still feeling each other up–I mean, out–when they are out in the field.  I think is a pretty solid ep overall.

 

 

 

Happy Labor Day!

I hope you all had a delightful weekend with your family!!

As I have been out and about doing family things as well as starting a new job (!!!) I think I’ll push Bones Tuesday to Bones Wednesday this week! 🙂

However, I will leave you with one picture that always makes me think of America!

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Much love and Bones memories to you all 🙂

The Skull in the Desert (1×17)

Written By: Jeff Rake

Directed by: Donna Deitch

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HODGINS: Who vacations in the desert? It’s like lunching at the dump.

The team has a body in the lab but get distracted by Angela’s vacation pictures.

ZACK: Who’s the guy?

HODGINS: Her boyfriend Kirk.

ZACK: Angela has a boyfriend?

BRENNAN: Every year for three weeks, Angela has a boyfriend and a vacation.

HODGINS: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Playing house in a post-boho rustic artist’s cabin in the desert with her overpaid pseudo-celebrity photographer boyfriend—that is not a vacation.

ANGELA: Hey, Brennan, could I talk to you in private, please?

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ANGELA: You’re gonna think I’m crazy.

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BRENNAN: What’s up? Boyfriend trouble?

ANGLEA: No, I, I’d just send it to you, but the sheriff won’t let me.

BRENNAN: Send what?

ANGELA: Somebody left a human skull in a box on the sheriff’s porch. He says it was probably a Navajo who respects the dead, but doesn’t want to get pulled into the whole white justice system. The thing is is that Kirk went out into the desert five days ago on a photo shoot, and he hasn’t come back. Nobody can find him or his guide.

BRENNAN: You think the skull’s Kirk’s?

ANGELA: No, no. Kirk’s always going out into the desert for days at a time.

BRENNAN: You’re really sending me mixed messages, Ange.

ANGELA: Yeah, well, I’m freaking out, I guess. I’m sorry. Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called. Pretend I didn’t call. I’ll just, I’ll talk to you when Kirk gets back. Sorry.

Of course, Brennan rushes out to help her bestie anyway.

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GOODMAN: You’re taking a vacation in the desert with no notice?

HODGINS: I don’t get the attraction. I really don’t. Snakes, scorpions—

BRENNAN: It should only be for a few days.

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ANGELA: I mean, it’s not like I actually think that the skull is Kirk’s. But, I mean, if you could just look at it and just tell me it isn’t, then I could stop worrying about him being dead and just be mad at him for being a flaky artist.

ANGELA: You won’t get anything out here. We’re about a hundred miles past where Jesus lost his sandals.

BRENNAN: I assume that’s a way of saying we’re extremely isolated.

ANGELA: Yeah. That’s why we come out here every year. It’s like you stand still, and the whole universe just comes at you.

BRENNAN: At 110 degrees.

ANGELA: You know, Kirk was out with a good guide. Our friend Dahni. I mean, he said he’d be back. He said we’d go out for nachos and beer. And this is a man who’s serious about his beer.

ANGELA: Brennan, if you hug me and you be all caring it’s because you think Kirk is dead or because he was sleeping with Dahni.

BRENNAN: No, it’s because…I’m sorry that my friend is upset because someone she loves is missing.

ANGELA: All right. I can buy that.

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Brennan realizes its time to get help from her partner.

BOOTH: Okay. Booth.

BRENNAN: How far are you from Dulles?

BOOTH: As far as your office is from Dulles.

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BRENNAN: Why are you in my office?

BOOTH: I need your findings on the Richmond case. Listen, Zack, he won’t tell me where they are unless you give him permission.

BRENNAN: There’s a 9:15 flight to Denver. Then there’s an 11:35 flight to Santa Fe. You’ll have to run to make the connection.

BOOTH: Forget it.

BRENNAN: Booth, please. Angela’s boyfriend is missing, maybe dead. It—it took all of my charm—

BOOTH: All of your charm? Oh, boy.

BRENNAN: Just to get the sheriff to let me look at the skull. When I asked him to let me send the skull to the Jeffersonian he told me that I am not a cop and that I don’t have any jurisdiction.

BOOTH: Which is true. Okay, what, what do you want me to do?

BRENNAN: I want you to get federal on his ass.

Enter the tough FBI Agent:

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LOL

 

BRENNAN: What tougher questions can we ask without Angela being here?

BOOTH: Well, you know, things like, did her boyfriend run off with the model, guide, whatever.

BRENNAN: Angela and I discussed this. She said it couldn’t happen.

BOOTH: Okay, no offense to Angela, but she doesn’t even really know this guy. She’s only with him what, only three weeks out of the year?

BRENNAN: No offense to you, but you are a stodgy traditionalist when it comes to relationships, buddy.

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BOOTH: Stodgy? Stodgy? Okay, okay, here’s the deal—

BRENNAN: Yes, stodgy.

HODGINS: DNA results are in. The skull is definitely Kirk Persinger.

BRENNAN: Poor Angela.

BOOTH: I will call the F.B.I. office in Albuquerque and I will officially take over the investigation.

BRENNAN: I wouldn’t do that.

BOOTH: Why?

BRENNAN: Desert dwellers are very insular. Mongolians, Bedouins of the Sahara, the Himloa of Kanana. Good hosts, but extremely distrustful of outsiders.

BOOTH: Bones, this is the United State of America. It’s not Outer Mongolia.

BRENNAN: The only reason Sheriff Dawes talks to us at all is because we know Angela. Alex Joseph held a gun on us.

BOOTH: I admit I’ve met friendlier people.

BRENNAN: If a bunch of outsiders come in from Albuquerque, led by an outsider from D.C. I promise you, the people here will close ranks and shut up until we go away. Then they’ll take care of it in their own way.

BOOTH: Okay, who are you, Dr. Phil?

BRENNAN: Who’s Dr. Phil? Some kind of expert?

BOOTH: He likes to think so. Okay, look. I’ll take what you say under advisement. In the meantime, we need to go find out who supplied Kirk with his peyote.

BRENNAN: Well, how are we gonna do that?

BOOTH: Talk to his girlfriend.

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BRENNAN: I’m so sorry, Angela. We both are.

ANGELA: I knew it was Kirk. That’s why I called you. We have to find out what happened to Dahni.

ANGELA: Three weeks a year. I mean, fifteen weeks in total. You think that’s crazy.

BRENNAN: No. It’s not typical, that’s for sure. And if he was yours, 100% yours for three weeks a year, that’s, that’s more than I’ve ever had.

ANGELA: Kirk’s photographs show the world is a more beautiful place than it is. A better place. He made me feel like it was my real home, that I belonged there with him. He’s the guy I compare all other guys to. Now he’s gone and I feel like I can’t even breathe, sweetie. I can’t even take a breath. You think it’s possible that Dahni’s still out there? Could she still be alive?

BRENNAN: I don’t know. There’s no crime scene and we’re not even sure where the rest of Kirk’s remains are.

ANGELA: Well, I wanna help you look for her tomorrow.

BRENNAN: You sure?

ANGELA: Yeah: Dahni was our friend. I have to help find her. Please.

ANGELA: I love the desert. Or I used to.

BRENNAN: Nothing looks the way it should. Stuff that’s far away looks near, stuff that’s near looks far away.

ANGELA: Yeah, well, you can’t trust you eyes out here. Not your eyes alone. You know, Kirk said that if you stood still long enough, that the desert would actually speak to you. Show you some kind of truth.

BRENNAN: That ever happen to you?

ANGELA: No. But, he really believed that.

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BOOTH: Either of you two bring any water?

BRENNAN: Why? You worried?

BOOTH: Yeah.

ANGELA: About what?

BRENNAN: Because we are way past where Jesus lost his sandals.

BOOTH: And I don’t hear the truck anymore. Great.

BRENNAN: No cell phone service, no water. How long do you think we’ll survive out here if the sheriff doesn’t come back?

BOOTH: Three days max.

ANGELA: How far are we from the highway?

BOOTH: Five days minimum.

BRENNAN: I don’t like that math.

Say it with me guys, “But he likes watching her do the math”

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They go out again later, and Angela senses something.

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BRENNAN: You all right?

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ANGELA: Dahni went that way.

BRENNAN: Okay.

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BRENNAN: Ready to go home?

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ANGELA: Yeah.

BRENNAN: You’re not coming back again, are you?

ANGELA: No. Never. He loved me.

BRENNAN: For three weeks a year.

ANGELA: No. He loved me all the time. I was the one who could only manage three weeks a year. I’m afraid that I—I’m just afraid that I don’t have a generous heart. I’m afraid that I won’t have the chance that I had with Kirk ever again.

BRENNAN: You will.

ANGELA: How can you be so sure?

BRENNAN: Because nothing in this universe happens just once, Angela. Nothing. Infinity goes in both directions. There is no unique event, no singular moment.

ANGELA: I don’t know what that means.

BRENNAN: It means you will get another chance.

ANGELA: You promise? From your heart?

BRENNAN: Better. From my head. And yes, Ange. I promise—

BRENNAN: From my heart. You will get another chance.

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BOOTH: Well, Dawes and his deputies, they caught the counterfeiters. Dahni gave a statement saying that it was Kellogg who pulled the trigger on Kirk. Dahni knows that you saved her life. You pointed that helicopter in the right direction.

BRENNAN: Obviously, you subconsciously sifted through the rational facts of the case and processed the most likely scenario.

ANGELA: I’m sure that’s it.

BOOTH: Yeah, what else could it be?

ANGELA: Well it’s the only rational explanation.

BRENNAN: Are you guys making fun of me?

BOOTH: You know, let’s go back home, where there’s water, shelter, and living things. Come on!

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One of my favorite songs on Bones played while Angela looked for her friend in the desert:

‘Rain’ by Patty Griffin

It’s hard to listen to a hard, hard heart/

Beating close to mine/

Pounding up against the stone and steel/

Walls that I won’t climb