“The Man in the Morgue”
Written by: Elizabeth Benjamin & Noah Hawley
Directed by: James Whitmore, Jr.
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.
WOMAN #1: Sir, sir, you can’t go in there.
BOOTH: Bones, you okay?
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.
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?
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: 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.)
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?
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.
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.
BOOTH: Voodoo probably.
ZACK: That makes no sense.
BOOTH: Voodoo. It’s probably voodoo.
BRENNAN: Okay, quit saying voodoo.
BOOTH: Yeah, because, you know, it’s not a factor.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
JULIAN: I walk in on something?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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?
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.
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.