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[Ext. Open:  Plane lands on a runway strip at Dulles International Airport in Washington, D.C.  The capital building can be seen in the background.]

[Cut to:  Inside airport with people going about their business.[

Overhead Announcement:  This is the final boarding call for flight 416 with service from Dallas to Fort Worth.  Final boarding call for flight 416 with service from Dallas to Fort Worth.

Angela: (running up to flight arrival board) I’m late..ugh. (weaves through some people to get closer to the board. She sees the screens are all scrambled) This board is broken. (she turns around looking for anyone who can help) The arrivals board is not…working. Ahh…Did anyone meet the flight from Guatemala?  Obiateki Airlines?  Front Gate?  Yeah.(she looks around seeing no one is going to answer her and takes off to go to the help desk) I’m late.

(Angela approaches the help desk to find a young dark haired man in a blue vest and a light blue shirt with red tie typing on his computer.)

Angela: Excuse me…ahh… you have a computer glitch at the arrivals board. (the man holds up his first to fingers in front o her to tell her to wait a minute) Hello?  Sir?  Excuse me? Yoohoo?  (she gets no response as the man keeps typing)  Great.

(She grabs her shirt and pulls it open displaying a pink bustier.  She now has his attention.)

Angela:  Yeah.  Hi.  The flight from Guatemala?

(She is shocked and relieved when she hears Bones voice from behind her.)

Bones:  Tell me you tried excuse me first? (She is carrying her suitcase with a carry on bag on her shoulder.)

Angela:  (gasps) Sweetie. (Bones smiles at her while she gives Angela a hug) Yes I did.  Welcome home. Oooh.  Are you exhausted? (They turn and walk away) Was Guatemala awful?  Was it horribly backward?

Bones:  And yet I was never reduced to flashing my boobs for information.

Angela:  (Gasps) Flash em for any fun reasons?

Bones:  I was literally neck deep in a mass grave.  Not romantic.

Angela: Y’know diving head first in a pit of cadavers is no way to handle a messy breakup.

Bones:  Angela, nothing Pete and I ever did was messy.

Angela: (laughs) Then you were not doing the right thing.

(Bones suddenly drops her bag and spins around to face a man in a black suit and white shirt)

Bones:  Sir, Why are you following us?

(He grabs her by the arm and she pulls back twisting her arm over the top of his loosing his grip.  She then punches him in the stomach making him crouch over. She kicks him in the chest.)

Angela:  (yelling) Attack!  Security! Hello?  Who runs this Airport?

(Bones kicks him in the chest again and twists his arm up behind him so he can’t get up.)

Bones: (to Angela) Kick his ass!

(Angela hits him with his purse twice.  A man dressed in blue who is airport security draws his gun as other security officers join him and do the same.)

Security Officer: (draws his gun and points it at Bones) We need you to step back now!

Bones: (Still holding the guys hand so he can’t get up) He attacked me!

Homeland Security Guy: (yells up to Bones from his position on the floor) I’m Homeland Security!

Angela: Ohh…a little misunderstanding here.

Bones: (with her hands raised up) You can put away your guns.

H.S.G.:(getting up off the floor) What is she in charge now?  No!  I’ll tell you when you can lower your weapons.

(H.S.G. points to Bones’s carry on bag.)

H.S.G.:  Hand over your bag.

Bones: Oh?  Is that what this is about?

(She leans over and picks up her bag and tosses it to him.  He opens it up to see a skull.)

Bones:  Boo.

(H.S.G. drops the bag and Bones raises her eyebrows at him smiling)

[Cut to: Bones sitting at a table in what looks like a big questioning room.  The skull is sitting on the table in front of her. ]

Bones: (annoyed) I’m Dr. Temperance Brennan.  I’ve been in Guatemala for two months identifying victims of genocide including him. (she nods towards the skull)

H.S.G.:  Most people in this situation…what they do is they sweat it.

Bones:  Guatemala?  Genocide?  How are you scary after that?

(There is a security lady now next to the H.S.G. guy)

H.S.G:  You know who doesn’t sweat it?

Security Woman:  Sociopaths.

Bones: (agitated) I’m not a Sociopath!  I’m an anthropologist at the Jeffersonian.

H.S.G.:  Who works for the F.B.I. which I maybe believed if you had an I.D. that did more then allowed you access to the cafeteria.

(The door to the room opens behind Bones and Booth walks in leaning up against the door that he just walked through listening to the H.S.G. guy.)

H.S.G:  You were illegally transporting human remains Ma’am AND you assaulted a Homeland Security Agent.

Bones:  Look I’m sorry if I embarrassed you in front of your friends but next time you should identify yourself before attacking me. (She whips her head around in Booths direction.) (to Booth)  What are you doing here?

Booth:  (steps forward to table pulling out his ID) FBI, Special Agent, Seeley Booth, Major Crime Investigation, D.C.  Bones identifies bodies for us.

Bones:  Don’t call me Bones. (to H.S.G.) And I do more then identify.

Booth: She also writes books. (pulls out book and slides it across the table to the H.S.G.)

(H.S.G. looks at the book on the table.  It has a black cover with Temperance Brennan in white letters at the top and the title, Bred in the Bone, is in blood red.)

H.S.G.: (looks up at Booth) Fine she’s all yours.

Booth:  Great. Let’s grab your skull and let’s vamoose.

Bones:  (to H.S.G. angry) What?  That’s it?  She’s all yours?  Why did you stop me?

Booth:  What does it matter?  You’re free to go.  Let’s just grab your bags. Click, Click, kling, kling.

(he picks up her bags off the table)

Bones:  You set me up. (To H.S.G.) You got a hold for questioning request from the F.B.I. didn’t you?

(H.S.G. looks behind her at Booth.  She turns to look at Booth and he shifts his eyes downward.  The H.S.G. smiles and taps the book)

H.S.G.: I love this book. (he hands it to her)

(She takes the book from him and her skull off the table and walks out of the room)

Bones:  C’mon.

 (She walks behind him and he leans his butt in avoiding her.)

[Cut to: Booths S.U.V.  He is driving.]

Bones:  That’s the best you can do?

Booth:  What?

Bones:  Getting Homeland Security to snatch me so you can stage a fake rescue.

Booth:  Well at least I picked you up at the airport…huh?  Alright c’mon. I mean I went through the appropriate channels but your assistant there he stonewalled me.

Bones: (Angry) Yeah, well after the last case I told Zach never ever to put you through.  He’s a good assistant. (looks out her window) You can let me out anywhere along here.

Booth:  Alright listen.  A decomposed corpse was found this morning at Arlington National Cemetery.

Bones: (Cuts him off) Arlington National Cemetery if full of decomposed corpses.  It’s…a cemetery.

Booth:  Yeah but this one is your type of corpse.  It wasn’t in a casket.

Bones:  If you drive one more block, I’m screaming kidnap out the window.

Booth:  You know what I’m trying to mend bridges here.

Bones:  Alright, pull over.

(Booth pulls to the curb squealing his tires.  Bones jumps out with her bags and he jumps out of his side.)

Bones:   I’m going home.

Booth: (to himself) Great...could we?

(Bones walks off quickly with him following behind her.)

Booth:  Look could we just skip this part?

Bones:  I find you very condescending

Booth:  Me?  I’m condescending?  I’m not the one who’s gotta mention that she’s got a doctorate every five…

Bones:  I am the one with the doctorate.

Booth:  Yeah, well you know what.  I’m the one with the badge and the gun.  Huh?  You know you’re not the only forensic anthropologist in town.

Bones: (laughs) Yes I am.  The next university is in Montreal.  Parle vous frances?

Booth:  (stops walking) What’s it going to take?

Bones: (stops walking and turns) Full participation in the case.

Booth:  Fine.

Bones:  Not just lab work…everything.

Booth:  What do you want me to do?  Spit in my hand?  We’re Scully and Molder.

Bones:  I don’t know what that means.

Booth:  It’s an olive branch.  Just…get back in the car.

[Cut to:  S.U.V. driving down the road.]

[Cut to:  Arlington National Cemetery.]

(Booth and Bones are walking through rows of white headstones)

Bones:  What’s the context of the find?

Booth:  Routine landscaping.  Dropped a load over by the pond.  One of the workman thought he saw something.

[Cut to: Close up of a case that says Medico-Legal in red and Jeffersonian Anthropology Unit in black below it.]

[Cut to:  Zach closing a door to a Medico-Legal truck and turning back to look at Bones and Booth.]

Bones:  Hi, Zach.

Zach:  This eco warrior look works for you.

Bones:  Thanks.

Zach:  Very action oriented.

Bones:  Agent Booth, you remember my assistant Zach Addy?

Booth:  Oh, yeah.

Zach:  How was Guatemala?  Dig up lots of massacre victims?  Learn a thing or two about machete strikes?

Bones:  Zach, I need water samples and temperature readings from the pond.

Zach: Right away Dr. Brennan. (walks off)

Booth:  (approaching pond where there is a boat waiting) He’s got no sense of discretion.  That kid.  Typical squint.

Bones:  I don’t know what that means.

Booth:  Well when the cops get stuck we bring in people like you.  You know squints.  You know to squint at things.

Bones: (stops walking and faces him) Oh you mean people with very high IQs and basic reasoning skills. (tosses her bag at Booth who catches it)

Booth:  Yeah.

[Cut to:  Booth and Bones on the boat]

(Booth opens an orange case to pull out a camera on a cord.  He holds it up over the water and lets the cord slide through his hand so it goes into the water.  He continues to hold it while scanning the bottom of the water to make sure it doesn’t get caught up on something. They look at a computer screen on the boat.)

Bones: (looking at screen) What exactly am I supposed to be squinting at?

Booth:  Ahh, you know it’s like pornography.  You will know it when you see it.

(Booth moves the camera along the bottom of the pond more.  Bones notices a skeleton on the screen.)

Bones:  Yeah.  Okay.  This is a crime scene.

[Intro. Rolls]

[Ext Open:  Outside near pond.  Bones is looking over the remains on a tarp.  Zach is moving around the skeleton taking pictures.]

Bones: (to Zach) The remains were wrapped in formula flat poly construction sheeting.

Zach: PVC coated chicken wire.

Bones:  Weighted.  That’s why the body didn’t surface during decomposition.  The skeleton is complete but the skull is in fragments.

Booth: (Walks up to Bones and Zach) What can you tell me?

Bones:  Not much. She was a young woman probably between 18 and 22 approximately five foot three. Race unknown.  Delicate features.

Booth:  That’s all?

Bones:  Tennis player.

Booth:  Now how do you get a pretty tennis player out of that yuck?

Zach:  Hip diffusion gives age.  Pelvic bone shape gives sex.

Bones: Bursitis in the shoulder.  In somebody this young must be an athletic injury.

Booth:   When did she die?

Bones: ehh

Zach: ehh

Booth: What does that even mean?

Zach:  It means wait until our bug and slime guy takes a look.

Bones:  No clothing.

Booth:  You know in my line of work no clothes usually means a sex crime.

Bones:  In my line of work it could also mean the victim favored natural fibers.

Zach:  Your suit for example will outlast your bones by decades.

Bones:  Click silt 3 meters radius to a depth of 10 cm. Your FBI forensics team can take the plastic and the chicken wire.  We’ll take the rest.

[Cut to: Round dome building with red roses out front.  White text on screen:  Jeffersonian Institute Natural History Museum.]

[Cut to:  Inside dome building.  Bones is walking side by side with Dr. Goodman and Zach is following behind them.]

Bones:  Dr. Goodman, I wish you wouldn’t just give me to the FBI.

Dr. Goodman:  As a federally funded institution the Jeffersonian must seize every opportunity to prove our worth to our friend in congress which means I loan you out as I see fit.  Especially to federal agencies.

Bones:  Loan out implies property, Dr. Goodman. The FBI will never respect me properly.

Dr. Goodman:  I do not view you as property, Dr. Brennan.  You are one of the Jeffersonians’ most valuable assets.

Zach:  Can I just ask you this by definition, property?

Dr. Goodman:  What’s the rule Mr. Addy?

Zach:  You only converse with PhD’s. You realize I’m halfway through two doctorates. Two halves make a whole so mathematically speaking.

Dr. Goodman:  Go polish a bone, Mr. Addy.

(Zach stops walking defeated.  Bones and Dr. Goodman continue on walking.)

Bones:  Dr. Goodman, F.B.I. agents will never respect any of us as long as you simply dole out scientists like office temps.

(Dr. Goodman stops walking and faces Bones who also stops.)

Dr. Goodman:  Dr. Brennan, Are you playing me?

Bones:  You know I’m no good at that.

Dr. Goodman:  hmm, thus far… but you have a disturbingly steep learning curve.

(Dr. Goodman walks off.)

[Cut to:  ext shot of a square rectangle building.  White text on screen reads:  Jeffersonian Institute, Medico-Legal Lab in white letters.]

[ Cut to: Inside lab.  It has a glass ceiling and there is a raise center platform.  On the platform there is all sorts of computers, tables, and lab equipment. Hodgins, Angela, Zach, and Bones are up on the platform discussing the case.]

Hodgins:  The pond is not only warm and teaming with microbes which accelerated decomposition but it houses black carp and coy which fed on the body.

(They all surround the skeleton which is on a table.)

Angela:  Can I, as the only normal person in this room, say…eww?

Hodgins:  I got three larval stages of trichoptera, cara nibidae…

Bones:  As we cut to the chase?

Hodgins:  The body was in the pond one winter and two summers.

Bones:  Spring before last.

Hodgins:  You really think I’m listening?

(Bones looks at him confused.)

Angela:  (to Bones) The book.

(Bones looks at Angela and Angela is nodding her head and smiling.)

Bones:  No, no, no, you’re not in the book.

Zach:  Sure he is. We all are.

Bones:  No, none of you are in the book.  Those are fictitious characters based on…

Hodgins: (cuts her off)  I found some small bone fragments in the silt.

(A computer screen comes up with images of the skeleton in greater detail.)

Angela:  We’re out of the book now and we are back in real life.

Hodgins:  I guess were on a temporaria.

Bones:  Frog bones.

Hodgins:  Also some tiny gold links as from a fine chain. (He enhances the gold links on the computer screen)

Zach:  Point of clarification.  I’m not a virgin.  No where near in fact.

Bones: ugh.

Angela: (to Bones)  Who you captured perfectly…is Booth.  Buttoned-down but buckets of sexual confidence which …ugh…I for one would love to tap.

Zach:  It’s not right to discuss tapping asses in front of a soaker.

Bones:  I can’t bounce back and forth between my book and real life.  Since we are stuck with real life let’s just forget the book

Hodgins: I haven’t analyzed whatever it was the victim was holding in her hand.  (magnifies the image of the hands on the screen)  It looks like cellulose.

Angela:  Paper?

Hodgins:  Hmm. Possibly.

Bones:  I found microscopic grit embedded in the skull fragments.  I need you to identify those too. (to Zach) Remove the remaining tissue.  I will debris the skull fragments myself. Reassemble it so Angela can put a face on the victim.

Angela:  Good.  I prefer holographs.  They don’t stink.

Bones: Zach, I don’t like those terms for human remains.  Soaker…crispy critter.

Zach:  I know Dr. Brennan.

[Cut to:  Lab at night.  It’s dark.  Bones is up on the platform looking down at a table with tons of skull fragments.  She studies them like a puzzle and puts them together all night.  She is asleep in the morning with the skull fully glued together and tagged with markers.  Zach comes up and places a cup of coffee on the table next to where she is sleeping.  She slowly wakes up and looks at the skull and coffee.]

[Cut to:  Outside shot of Bones walking away from the lab carrying her suitcases.]

[Cut to: Interior shot of an office.  The white text on screen reads:  Washington Field Office, Federal Bureau of Investigation.  Booth is seated on the opposite side of a desk from an older bald man.  He is the Director of the FBI.]

Director:  So you guaranteed a squint a field roll in an active murder investigation?

Booth:  Yes sir.

Director:  The one that wrote the book?

Booth:  Yes sir.

Director:  I thought you said she wouldn’t work with you anymore?

Booth:  Well the last case we worked she provided a description of the murder weapon and the murderer but I didn’t give her much credence.

Director:  Why not?

Booth:  Because she did it by looking at the victims autopsy x-rays.

Director: (laughs) Well I wouldn’t have given it much credence either.

Booth:  Turns out she was right on both plus the pond victim (stands and hands file to Director) Brennan gives me the victims’ age, sex, and favorite sport.

Director: heh, which is?

Booth:  Tennis.

Director:  She’s good.

Booth:  No, she’s amazing. If the only way I can get her back on my side is to bring her out in the field I’m willing.

Director:  Fine.  She’s on you.  Take a squint out in the field she’s your responsibility.

(Hands Booth his folders.)

Booth:  Yes Sir.

[Cut to: Interior shot of Bones apartment.  She hears a noise and gets up out of bed grabbing a baseball bat.  She walks slowly through her apartment to see who is there. We see somebody carrying her T.V. and she waits until the guy is right up on her.  She swings the bat breaking the T.V. screen out.  The guy holding moans and falls backwards through a beaded curtain.  Bones steps up over the guy and looks down at him still holding the bat.]

Bones: (surprised) Peter?

[Cut to:  Bones living room.  Peter is seated in a chair and Bones sits on the couch across from him]

Bones:  It’s not rational for you to choose the first day I’m back to reclaim your television.

Peter:  While you were away I thought a lot about why we broke up.

Bones:  We fought all the time and don’t like each other anymore.

Peter:  We fought because you were emotionally distant and cold but sexually speaking, I think you will agree..

Bones: (laughs) You didn’t come for your T.V.  You timed this for a booty call.  (She stands up and grabs him by the arm)  Okay, you’re leaving.

Peter: You’re intimacy issues are probably due to  being orphaned so young.

Bones:  (annoyed) Ugh, I hate Psychology when you’re just horny.

Peter:  Brennan do you want to spend the rest of your life alone?

Bones: (Angry) Okay, I don’t know about the rest of my life but I sure as hell wish I was alone right now.

(She opens her front door and lets go of his arm.  Peter steps out the door, turns around, and faces her.)

Peter:  So what?  We split the cost of the T.V.?

Bones:  Ugh.  Goodbye.

(she closes door in his face and the phone starts to ring.  She walks over and picks it up.)

Bones:  What?

[Cut to:  Interior of lab.  White text on screen reads:  Imaging Unit, Medico-Legal Lab.  Everyone including Booth is waiting in the room for Bones.  There is a computer that Angela is seated at where she enters in data about the victim.  There is also a raise small platform in the middle of the room where holographic images will appear based on the data Angela enters into the computer]

Booth: (looks around the room) This is interesting Angela.

Bones: (steps into the room) Good Morning. Does Booth know how this works?

Angela:  This computer program which I designed, patent pending, (laughs a little bit) accepts a full array of digital input, processes it, and then projects it as a three dimensional holographic image.

Booth:  Okay.

Bones:  Did you get that?

Booth:  Yeah ,that patent pending part.

Angela: (typing into the computer while she speaks) Brennan reassembled the skull and applied tissue markers.

Bones:  Her skull was badly damaged but racial indicators, cheekbone dimensions, nasal arch, occipital measurements suggests African-American.

Angela:  And we have our victim.

(A hologram appears on the small raised platform of a woman’s upper body.  The skin is translucent showing the skeleton underneath)

Booth:  Whoa.

(Booth steps closer to the hologram and places his right hand into the face of it.  He moves his fingers around in the hologram.)

Booth:  I have to admit that’s pretty cool

Bones: (grabs his hand back from the hologram) Ang, rerun the program substituting Caucasian values.

(Angela enters the new data into the computer system and the girl changes into a Caucasian girl)

Bones:  Does she look familiar to anyone?

Booth: No.

Bones: (to Angela) Split the difference.  Mixed race.

Angela:  Lenny Kravitz or Vanessa Williams?

Bones:  I don’t know what that means.

(Angela types some more data into the computer and now a mixed race girl shows up in the hologram.)

Bones:  Angela reduce tissue depth over the cheek bones to the jaw line.

(Angela types that data into computer. Booth looks at the skull on a small platform rotating. Hologram morphs once again.)

Bones:  Does anyone recognize her?

Zach:  Not me.

Angela:  Wait.  Is that who I think it is?

Zach:  The girl who had the affair with the Senator.

Booth:  Her name is Cleo Louise Eller.  The only daughter to Ted and Sharon Eller.  Last seen approximately nine p.m., April 6^th, 2003 leaving the cardio-deluxe gym on Kay Street.  She didn’t even make it to her car.

Bones:  Pretty good memory.

Booth:  Yeah well it’s my job to find her.

Hodgins:  Well in that case congratulations on your success.

Booth:  This isn’t exactly the way I wanted it to end.

[Cut to: Exterior of Jeffersonian.]

(Zach, Angela, and Hodgins are eating their lunches on the steps.  Booth and Bones are walking down the steps towards them.)

Booth:  Cleo Eller is not just some missing girl.

Hodgins:  Yeah, she’s the senate intern who was boinking Senator Alan Bethlehem.

Booth:  I was secondary in the investigation to the disappearance of that girl and we couldn’t confirm that.

(Booth looks at pictures of Cleo in a folder in his hand.)

Booth:  (to Bones) How did you recognize her before she even had her own face?

Bones: I recognized the underlying architecture of her features the rest is just window dressing.

Zach:  I’m not an expert but shouldn’t he be happier?

Booth:  Oh no believe me I ‘m happy.

Angela:  You seem happy to me.

Booth: (walks down steps with Bones following him) I need this kept quiet.

Hodgins:  Ha! Cover up.

Booth:  Paranoid conspiracy theory.

Hodgins: (yells after him) Is it paranoia conspiracy that Monica Lewinski was a K.G.B. trained sex agent mole?

Bones: (follows Booth across the yard) So what do we do next?  Confront the Senator?

Booth:  Listen Bones.

Bones:  Don’t call me Bones.

Booth:  I know we talked about you coming out in the field…

Bones:  Oh, you rat bastard.

Booth:  A case this big.  The director is going to create a special investigation unit and if I line all my ducks up in a row, I can maybe, I can head it up.

Bones:  I don’t know what that means but I think maybe I can be a duck.

Booth:  You’re not a duck okay.  On this one we stick to the book.  Cops on the streets.  Squints in the lab.

Bones:  Well in that case the Jeffersonian will be issuing a press release identifying the girl in the pond.

(Bones stops walking and Booth stops and turns to face her.)

Booth:  You do that and I’m a dead duck.  (walks closer to her)  What are you trying to do?

Bones:  Blackmail you.

Booth:  Blackmail a Federal Agent?

Bones:  Yes.

Booth:  I don’t like it.

Bones:  I’m fairly certain you’re not supposed to.

Booth:  Fine.  You’re in.

[Cut to:  Interior shot of Booth in the Directors office again.  This time Bones is seated with them.]

Director:  You’re certain it’s Cleo Eller?

Bones:  The profile is dead on.  Age. Race. Height.

Booth:  Plus the timeline fits.  I mean Cleo Eller did play tennis in college,

Director:  Talk to me about the Senator.

Booth: Uh, Cleo Eller, the victim worked for senator Bethlehem. (Booth hands him a picture of the Senator)

Bones: It was reported that they were involved sexually.

Booth:  We can’t confirm that.

Director:  Bethlehem is a hound everybody knows that.

Booth: Ken Thompson, uh, (hands his Director a picture of Ken) Cleo’s boyfriend.

Director:  Thompson’s still Bethlehem’s aid.  Thompson keeps Bethlehem’s calendar.  No way the senator has an affair that Thompson doesn’t know about.  No sexual relationship.  No motive.  What about the uh nutcase?

Booth: (hands Director another picture) Oliver Lauriea.

Director: You like him for this?

Booth: Well he’s a stalker.

Director:  What’s your first move?

Booth:  I would like to inform the Eller’s that we’ve found their daughter.

Director:  It’s better to keep this quiet.  It’s been what?  Two years.  What’s another few days.

Booth:  With all due respect Sir. I’ve come to know the family pretty well especially the Major and two years is a hell of a long time in limbo.

Bones: I’ll have details of cause of death by this afternoon.

Booth:  And that’s where we will get started.

[Cut to:  Bones and Booth inside his S.U.V.  Bones is looking at a file and holding a lab bottle of white power in her hand.]

Bones:  Hodgins identified the particulates embedded in Cleo Eller’s skull as rolled steel most likely from a sledge-type hammer.  Also there’s cement and diatomaceous earth.

(Bones hands Booth the white powder in the lab bottle. He looks at it for a moment.)

Booth:  What’s that?

Bones: Looks like that.  It’s made up of prehistoric sea creatures.  It’s used as an insecticide, filtering agent, cleaning abrasives, ceramics.  It’s very common.

Booth:  Diatomaceous earth.  Common or not, it’s a clue.

[Cut to interior shot of Eller’s house.  The major and his wife are sitting on a couch.  Bones is seated in a chair next to Booth who is in a chair of his own across from them.]

Major Eller:  You’re positive it’s our Cleo?

Bones:  We established twenty-two matching points of comparison…

Booth: (cuts her off) Yes.  We’re certain.

Major Eller: Did he do it?  The Senator?  One military man to another.

Booth:  Major Eller, we can’t discuss the investigation in any way.

Major’s Wife:  Can you at least tell us if our daugher suffered?

Bones:  Given the state of her skull…

Booth: (cuts her off again) Cleo never saw it coming.

Major Eller:  Thank you.

Bones:  Mrs. Eller, could you tell us what Cleo wore around her neck?

Major’s Wife:  Her fathers Bronze star.  Ted won it in the first gulf war and he gave it to her for luck.

(Mrs. Eller leans over into her husband and he puts his arm around her.  She begins to cry.)

[Cut to exterior shot of the house.  Bones and Booth are walking away from the house towards his S.U.V.]

Bones:  Those people deserved the truth.

Booth:  Their daughter was murdered they deserved the kindness of a lie.

Bones:  There will be an inquest report.

Booth:  Which they won’t read because they don’t want to, especially because towards the end Cleo and her parents weren’t even speaking.

Bones:  They told you that?

Booth:  You know getting information out of live people is a lot different then getting information out of a pile of bones.  You have to offer up something of yourself first.

Bones:  What exactly did you do in the military?

Booth:  You see.  You see what you did right there Bones?  You asked a personal question without offering anything personal in return and since I’m not a skeleton, you get zilch. Sorry.

[Cut to interior of lab.  Zach and Bones are looking at the skeletal remains on a lighted table.]

Bones:  There are stab marks here. (points to the finger bones) and odd markings on the distal phalanges. Nothing I’ve seen before.

Hodgins: (approaching them) In a nutshell.  Anxious, depressed, and nauseous.

Bones:  Take a sick day.

Hodgins:  Not me.  Cleo Eller.  Pupil casings show she was on Lorazepam, chlorodiazepam epoxide, and mechlazine hydrochloride.

(Hodgins hands file to Bones.)

Bones:  Nausea. Show me those bone fragments. 

(close up of screen with bones magnified on it.)

Bones:  These aren’t frog bones.  Cleo Eller was pregnant.

Zach:  Fetal remains?

Bonus: malleus, incus, stapes.  These are fetal ear bones.

Hodgins: (sighs) The girl was pregnant.

Bones:  Not very far along.

Zach:  You want me to try to get a DNA reading?  See if we can prove paternity?

Bones:  You can try.  Let’s just hope there is enough genetic material to test.

Hodgins:  This Senator, ah, he is smart.  He gets an intern pregnant then murders her when it threatens his career and he has the connections to get away with it.

Bones: (laughs) I hate it when you make paranoia plausible.  It’s like sliding off a cliff.

Hodgins:  A special unit.  No way your FBI pal heads it up unless the dark powers in charge are convinced he knows where his political bread is buttered.  Either way.  That’s where this investigation ends.

(Bones looks at the skeletal remains on the table as Hodgins walks away.  Flash to the hologram room and Bones is now staring at Cleo Eller’s hologram. Flash to: Exterior shot of the lab.  Bones is out on a porch leaning over the edge starring off.  Angela walks up behind her.)

Angela:  You wanna get a drink? Non-topical application?  Glug, glug, woohoo.

(Bones looks upset)

Angela: C’mon sweetie.

 

(Bones and Angela walk down a hallway to the lab.)

Bones:  What if Booth is right? What if I’m only good with bones and lousy with people?

Angela: People like you.

Bones:  I don’t care if men like me.

Angela:  Okay interestingly from people to men but I’m sure it means nothing.

Bones:  I hate psychology. My most meaningful relationships are with (laughs) dead people.

Angela:  Who said that?

Bones:  It’s true.  I understand Cleo and her bones are all I have ever seen.

(Bones and Angela come to a bench and sit down facing each other.)

Bones:  When she was seven she broke her wrist probably falling off a bike and two weeks later before the cast was even removed she got right back  on that bike and broke it all over again.  And when she was being murdered she fought back hard even though she was so depressed she could hardly get up in the morning.  She didn’t welcome death.  Cleo wanted to live.

Angela:  Honey, Do you ever think that maybe you come off a little distant because you connect too much.

Bones:  I hate Psychology.  It’s a soft science.

Angela:  I know. (Takes Bones hand) but people are mostly soft.

Bones:  Except for their bones.

Angela: Yeah.  You want some advice?

Bones: Glug, glug, woohoo.

Angela:  Offer up a little bit of yourself every once and awhile.  Just tell somebody something you’re not completely certain you want them to know.

Bones:   Oh God.  That’s the second time I have received that advice.

Angela:  Well, you know I give great advice.

Bones:  I’m going to have to push this to the next level.

[Cut to:  exterior shot of an old white brick building.  Text on screen reads:  U.S. Senate, Hart Office Building.]

[Cut to: interior shot of building. Bones, the Senator, and Ken Thompson walk down a hall leading to a round open area. They all stop to face each other and talk.  The Senator is chewing gum]

Thompson:  I’m a little confused as to why the Director of the FBI would send you to speak to the Senator instead of coming himself?

Bones:  Probably because I’m the one who that found that Cleo Eller was pregnant.

Senator:  You could tell the girl was pregnant from her skeleton?

Bones:  We found fetal bones.  The only question Senator, is which one of you is the father?  Are you willing to submit to a DNA test?

Thompson:  You know what given the sensitivity don’t say anything on the subject without your attorney present.  That’s my advice.

Senator: Advice I intend to take.  Ken we have a vote to get to.

(The Senator and Thompson start to leave the lobby as the Senator throws his gum in the trash.  Bones runs over to the trash can and picks it up with a tissue she gets out of her pocket)

Thompson: (laughs) Ahh, what are you doing?

Bones: (holding up the gum) Saliva?  Say from chewing gum is an excellent source of DNA.  I intend to compare it to the DNA in the fetal bones.

Senator:  You need a warrant for that.  Ken she needs a warrant.

(Thompson goes and grabs her arm to try and stop her.  Bones swings back with her free hand and elbows him in the stomach.  Thompson groans and falls to the floor.)

Bones: If you have any further questions we will be in touch.

(Bones walks out the doors.  The Senator walks over to Thompson who is still hunched over on the floor groaning)

Senator:  Ken?

[Cut to: interior shot of Director’s office. Bones, Booth, and the Director are all in the office.]

Director:  I could place you under arrest on a federal charge right now for uttering threats against a United States Senator.

Bones: What?

Booth: (leans over and whispers gruffly) Bones!

Director: (to Booth) I own her but she was your responsibility.

Booth:  Yes sir.

Director: (into speaker phone) Send in Special Agent First. I warned you about taking squints out to the field but you vouched for her.  Said she wouldn’t screw up.

Booth:  Yes sir.

Bones: No, no. Booth didn’t know I was going to see the Senator.  I wanted to get a sample of his DNA.

Director:  Exactly.

Booth: Not helping.

(Agent first enters the room.)

Director:  Tomorrow morning I’m announcing the formation of a special unit to investigate the murder of Cleo Eller at which time your investigation will be officially terminated.  You will not head the new unit.

Booth: (to Special Agent First) Congratulations Patrick.

First: No hard feelings.

Booth:  Right

First:  I need the complete case filings in the morning.

Booth: Of course. They will be ready.

Director:  Thank you Agent First.

(Agent first leaves the room and Booth gets up to leave behind him.)

Booth:  At least Dr. Brennan found out that Senator Bethlehem was having sex with Cleo.

Bones:  I did?

Director:  The report said there wasn’t enough DNA in the fetal bones to determine paternity.

Booth:  Senator Bethlehem didn’t want Dr. Brennan to take that gum.  He was hiding something.

Bones:  He didn’t know there wasn’t enough DNA.

Director:  Well I suggest that  you  umm go back to your lab Dr. Brennan and get used to being there.

Booth:  C’mon Bones.

(They step out of the office and into the lobby)

Booth:  You okay?

Bones:  Don’t be nice to me after I got you in trouble.

Booth:  Your heart was in the right place.

Bones: No. I’m not a heart person you’re a heart person.  I’m a brain person. You vouched for me.

Booth:   Ahh, Forget it.

Bones:  No I won’t.  Do you think it was the Senator?

Booth:  The Senator has sex with a dozen of these interns and he hasn’t killed any of them. Our best bet is still the stalker.

Bones:  You wanna check him out?  We can. I don’t know what do you call it? Roost him?

Booth:  Roust.

Bones: Roust.  Well the murderer snatched the Bronze Star from Cleo’s neck so…

Booth:  I’ve got twelve hours before this case is over and I’m off it so let’s go roust. C’mon.

[Cut to interior of an apartment. Bones is peeking through a crack in the door and a man is in the apartment staring at her on the opposite side. The chain lock is still hooked.]

Bones:  (knocks) Mr. Lauriea we have a warrant to search your apartment.

(Lauriea slams the door closed and heads towards the back of his apartment almost running into Booth)

Booth:  Don’t run Oliver.

Oliver: Uh

(Booth grabs his hand as he turns and twists it.  Oliver hollers out and falls down.)

[Cut to: Bones, Booth, and Oliver standing in his apartment.]

Bones:  Agent Booth is under the impression that you might have something pertinent to a case he’s working on.

Oliver: (looking at a warrant in his hand) You’re looking for a Bronze Star like the one Cleo wore?

Bones:  Exactly like that one Mr. Lauriea.

Oliver: (handing warrant back to Bones) I don’t have it.

Bones:  Sometimes stalkers retain keepsakes.

(Booth goes over to a shelf with little books on it.)

Booth:  What the hell are these things? Huh?

Oliver:  Miniature lives of the Saints. Okay. I hand them out…

Booth: (throws one to Bones) Heads up Bones.

Oliver:  I hand them out for donations. I’m not a pan handler.  Help yourself.  I never stalked Cleo.

Bones:  Then why did she get a restraining order?

Oliver:  Okay. Okay. No. First of all, No.  Ken Thompson her supposed boyfriend got the restraining order with his boss the Senator but Ken is only concerned with his job and his tropical fish.  They colluded to ruin my reputation with this specious stalker label when in actuality I was Cleo’s close friend.

Bones:  Then why did you run from the warrant?

Oliver:  My fight or flight response is heavily weighted towards flight.  If there’s anything I can do to help you catch Cleo’s killer just tell me.

Booth:  Oh?  Full confession.  That would be great.

Oliver:  I loved Cleo.  Why would I hurt her?

Bones:  If you don’t mind, I’m going to keep one of these little books?

Oliver:  Whatever you need, Dr. Brennan.

[Cut to interior of lab. Bones, Angela, and Booth are in the holographic lab looking at Cleo’s hologram.]

Angela:  This is a rough composite but you get the idea.

Bones:  Skull trauma was not the cause of death.  Cleo was stabbed first. She was stabbed five to eight times with a military issue caber knife.

Angela:  And I just completed this rendering. (Hologram shows a reenactment of the murder) The defensive wounds to the bones of her hands suggest that it wasn’t until the third or the fourth penetration…

Bones:  (pointing to one of the stabs in the hologram) That’s likely the fatal stab right there.

Angela:  That Cleo stopped fighting back.

Bones:  I believe that the distinctive damage to the distal phalanges the tips of the finger bones was caused by the murderer using the knife to remove her finger pads.  Cranial fragmentation suggests a 20 lb hammer striking four to five times while the victim’s head rested on a cement floor containing traces of diatomaceous earth.  That’s the best explanation for the particulates found in her skull.  This was not a crime of passion.

Angela:  Cleo never saw the first stab coming.  It didn’t arise out of an argument.  Why smash Cleo’s face?  Why whittle away her fingertips?  Remove her clothing and her jewelry?

Zach:  Sink her body?

Bones:  The murderer put more effort into hiding the victim’s identity then he did into the murder itself.

Hodgins:  In case Cleo was identified, the murderer planted evidence.  The little book Brennan got from the stalker matches the cellulose found in Cleo’s hand.

Angela:  Military cemetery.  Military knife. Implicates her own father. More misdirection.

Hodgins:  Sound like any conniving son-of-a bitch Senators you know?

Booth:  You expect me to declare war on a United States Senator based on your little holographic crystal ball?

Bones:  It’s not magic.  It’s a logical recreation of events based on evidence.

Booth:  No more valid then my gut.

Zach:  A good hypothesis withstands testing.  That’s what makes it a good hypothesis.

Booth:  It’s not a hypothesis.  You have a dead girl and a United States Senator.  This is exactly why squints belong in the lab.  You guys don’t know anything about the real world.

(Hodgins shakes his head side to side pissed.  Bones, Zach, and Angela are upset as well.)

Bones: C’mon we’re done here.

(They all leave except Booth who is last with Angela who trailed behind.)

Booth:  Wow.  Touchy.

Angela:  You must know about her family?  Both parents vanish when she’s fifteen.  Probably counts as the real world.

Booth:  Yeah, I know the story.  I read the file.  The cops never found out anything.

Angela: (leaning against desk) Brennan figures that maybe somebody like her had been there.

Booth:  Well for somebody who hates Psychology, she sure has a lot of it.

[Cut to:  Interior shot of shooting range.  Bones has ear protectors and safety glasses on and is shooting a pistol at a target. Booth walks up behind her after she finishes shooting.  She removes her ear protectors and turns to talk to him.]

Booth:  Thought I would find you here. Y’know you being a good shot and doing marshal arts.  It’s all your way of dealing.  I mean who knows better then you how fragile life can be.

Bones: (turns back to him) Maybe an Army Ranger Sniper who became an FBI homicide investigator.

Booth:  Awe, you looked me up? Huh?

(Booth steps forward next to her.)

Booth: Do you mind?

Bones: (slides gun over to him) Be my guest.

Booth:  Thank you.

(Booth shoots one shot and is very wide on the target.)

Bones: (laughs) Were you any good at being a sniper?

Booth:  A sniper gets to know a little something about killers.  Senator Bethlehem he’s no killer.

Bones: (faces him) Oh and Oliver Lauriea is?

 (Booth steps even closer to her so their faces are just inches apart)

Booth: The way I read Lauriea, he’s unhinged.  (whispers) That makes him dangerous.

Bones: That would be your gut telling you that, correct?

Booth:  You know homicides.  They are not solved by scientists.  They’re solved by guys like me asking a thousand questions a thousand times. Catching people telling lies every time. (he places his hand on the wall next to her head) You’re great at what you do Bones but you don’t solve murders.  Cops do.

Bones: (moves even closer to his face) Cleo Eller was killed on a cement floor sprinkled with diatomaceous earth.  Traces of her blood will still be in that cement.  One of us is wrong.  Maybe both of us. But if Bethlehem wasn’t a Senator you would be right there in his basement looking for that killing floor. You’re afraid of him.  Your hypothesis is that squints don’t solver murders and Cops do.  Prove it. (Smiles cocky)  Be a cop.

(Bones walks away from him.  He starts to turn away and then turns back towards the target real quick pulling his gun.  He shoots three times and all three shots are in the head of the target. Each hole is right on top of the other.  He looks at the target and then holsters his gun.)

[Cut to:  Interior of Booth’s office.  He has paper clippings of Cleo’s murder spread out on his desk.  He is watching a video of Cleo’s graduation.  Bones appears in his doorway and sees him watching the tape.  She knocks a few times.]

Bones:  Booth?

Booth:  They look pretty happy, don’t they?  Otherwise they wouldn’t have turned on the camera I guess.

(Bones steps closer to where he is sitting and stands beside him looking at the tape.)

Bones:  Zach said you wanted to see me?

Booth:  Is that something that you don’t like to talk about, Families?

(Bones turns to leave.)

Booth:  Temperance, partners share things. Builds trust.

Bones:  Since when are we partners?

Booth:  I apologize for the assumption.

(Booth hands her a warrant)

Bones:  You got a warrant to search Bethlehem’s place?

Booth: You’re right. If Bethlehem wasn’t a Senator I would be in that basement looking for that killing floor.  But you’re wrong, I was never afraid of that guy and I’m not doing this because you are a genius.  I’m doing this for Cleo.

 

[Cut to: Exterior shot of Senator Bethlehem’s house.  There are tons of reporters out front yelling questions. Bones is standing on the sidewalk leading up to the front steps staring at the people on the porch in front of an open doorway.  She sees Bethlehem, his wife and Thompson talking.]

Thompson:  The warrant says they are searching for blood traces, a sledge hammer, and diatomaceous earth.

Senator:  What the hell is that?

(Thompson walks down the steps towards Bones.)

Thompson:  You’re making a big mistake.

(He walks away from her.  She looks over at Booth who is talking to someone.)

Reporter 1:  Are you going to make a statement Senator?

Reporter 2: Who gave you this warrant?  When was it delivered?

(Bones turns around and looks at the crowd on the other side of the gate.  She sees Oliver Lauriea and he waves to her.  She walks over to him.)

Bones:  What are you doing here?

Oliver:  Look at him.  For all his politics he’s got nothing. He should of loved Cleo properly like I would have.

 (Oliver goes to hand Bones a copy of her book through the wrought iron fence.)

Oliver:  Will you sign my book?

Bones: (annoyed) Stalk me Oliver and I will kick your ass.

(Bones turns and walks back to her spot. The FBI team carries out a baggy with a sledge hammer in it.)

Senator:  I don’t recognize that.  That is not mine. That is not mine!

(Booth walks over to Bones)

Bones:  At least we got the hammer.

Booth:  Yeah but that’s all we got.

Bones:  Cement floor in the basement?

Booth:  Yeah, but no blood. No diatomaceous earth.  We needed a trifecta Bones.  Physical evidence. Murder weapon. Crime scene.

(Booth looks disappointed and walks away.)

[Cut to Interior shot of the lab with the glass ceiling and the raise platform in the middle.  Bones, Hodgins, Zach, and Angela are all sitting in a lounge area drinking.]

Zach:  They wouldn’t even arrest him?

Hodgins:  Don’t worry. If that’s the hammer used on Cleo Eller, he’ll get arrested. A toast (he raises his glass and clinks it to everyone else’s) to getting the murderous bastard.

(Bones takes a sip of her drink and makes a face.)

Bones:  The hammer is not enough.  He’s gonna get away with it.  Y’know maybe Booth is right. Maybe outside the lab I’m useless.

(Hodgins picks up the miniature book Booth found at Olivers.)

Hodgins:  Let us take guidance from the lives of the Saints.

Angela:  Albertus Magnus. Patron Saint of Scientists.

Zach:  I thought Magnus was the Patron Saint of fish mongers.

Hodgins:  Two separate entities.  Albertus Magnus was a thirteenth century philosopher.  The fish monger Saint was a…

Bones:  Fish!

(They all stare at her obviously confused.)

Bones:  You said that diatomaceous earth could be used as a filtering agent. 

Hodgins:  Yeah, for swimming pools…water filters.

Bones: (excitedly) Or tropical fish?  Oliver Lauriea said that Ken Thompson kept fish.

(Bones puts her drink down and grabs her coat.  She jumps up from the couch.)

Angela:  What’s your hurry?

Bones:  Thompson read the warrant he knows we are looking for diatomaceous earth.  Get in touch with Booth.  Tell him where I’m going okay?

(Bones runs off and the group looks at each other.)

Angela:  She didn’t actually say where she was going, did she?

[Cut to exterior shot of Thompson’s house.  Bones comes to a squealing stop in front of the house.  She jumps out of her S.U.V. leaving her headlights running.  She runs up to the front window and sees Ken Thompson pouring gasoline all over everything.  Bones knocks on the window to get his attention.]

Bones:  Stop! You can’t just destroy evidence.

(She runs to the front door and uses a vase outside to break the glass windows in the door.  She reaches her hand through the broken window and opens the door.  She walks in hurriedly glancing around.

Thompson:  This is a private residence.  I don’t suppose you have a warrant?

Bones:  I’ve been working with the FBI.  If I have reasonable suspicion of a crime being committed I don’t need a warrant.

Thompson:  What crime?

(Bones finally enters the room he is in.  She sees him with the gasoline and he’s dumping it around his collection of fish tanks.)

Bones:  Destruction of evidence pertinent to a federal investigation.

(Thompson stops what he’s doing and steps a little closer to her.)

Thompson:  I’m just cleaning up.  Is that alcohol I smell on your breath?

(Bones gives him a strange look and then looks down at the floor.  Thompson goes back to dumping gasoline on the floor.)

Bones:  This linoleum looks fairly new. What’s underneath?  Cement?  The same cement that was embedded in Cleo’s skull when you bashed her head in?

Thompson: You might want to get out of here.

Bones:  I can’t let you destroy evidence.

Thompson:  How are you gonna stop me?

Bones:  I’ll stop you.

Thompson: (laughs) Not before I burn this place down with you in it.

(Thompson pulls out a lighter and flicks it open.  Bones pulls a gun out of the back of her pants.  She pulls it quickly and shoots him in the left leg.  He yells and falls down dropping the gas can and clutching his leg.

Bones:  (upset)  I don’t get it.  It wasn’t jealously. It wasn’t passion.  Cleo wouldn’t get rid of your boss’s baby and so you got rid of her.  What kind of Psychology is that?  What kind of person are you?

Oliver:  Temperance.

(Bones is surprised to hear Oliver behind her.  She turns around and faces him pointing the gun at him. He raises his arms up.)

Oliver:  Are you alright?

Bones: (speaks rapidly)  Oliver, I understand you’re here out of a misguided concern for my safety but I apparently don’t read people very well and  you could be in some kind of  psychotic collusion  with Ken so I am going to ask to you go over there and apply pressure to his wound until the police get here.  Do you understand?

(Booth walks up behind Oliver with his gun raised.)

Oliver: Okay.  Okay.  Did he kill Cleo?

Booth: (lowers his gun) Yeah, he killed Cleo.

Oliver:  Okay then I’m down with him bleeding to death.

Booth: If that guy bleeds to death, Bones will go on trial for attempted murder.  You don’t want that now do you?

Oliver: I wouldn’t want that.

Booth:  Besides applying pressure that can be very painful.

(Oliver lowers his hands and goes to apply pressure to Thompson’s wound. Bones continues to follow Oliver with her gun.)

Bones:  The evidence said he did it but…I don’t know why. You know what?  It doesn’t matter. Motive does not matter.

Booth:  He did it to save his job.

Bones:  His job?

Booth:  Yeah.  Senator in a scandal he’ll loose his beltway to the fast track. It’s that simple.  It’s a tough town.

(Booth reaches over and takes Bones gun.)

Bones: (sighs) Yeah it is a tough town.

(Booth puts his arm on her back and guides her out of the room.)

Booth:  Yeah, in the future maybe I should do the shooting.

Bones:  Why?  I’m a good shot.

[Cut to exterior shot of Cleo’s funeral. Booth, Bones, and her team stand in a row watching the funeral behind the other guests.]

Priest:  Lord make me an instrument of your peace….

(Bones walks up to a vase of roses and takes one.  She then steps up to Cleo’s casket placing it on the top and looks at Cleo’s picture.)

[Cut to Booth still standing in row with the team.]

Angela: (to Booth)  Is the FBI gonna to lay charges against Brennan?

Hodgins:  She only shot him in the leg…once.

Booth:  She didn’t give him a warning.  She just shot him… with alcohol on her breath.

Dr. Goodman:  It was her first shooting you can’t expect her to perfect right out of the gate.

Zach:  How much warning did you give people before you sniped them?

(Booth and Dr. Goodman both look at Zach.  Booth walks over to Brennan who is now walking away form the funeral.)

Booth: (sighs)

Bones:  What?

Booth:  Told you it wasn’t the Senator.

Bones:  And I told you who it was so we’re even.

Booth: ‘Cept we work on the same cases and you end up on the New York Times best sellers list.

Bones: I didn’t know that.

Booth: Mmm Hmm. Number three with a bullet.

Bones: That’s good, right? The New York Times with a bullet.

Booth:  It means you’re rich call your accountant.

Bones: (laughs) I don’t have an accountant.

Booth:  Well get one.

Bones: Okay, how does that work?

Booth: Ugh, you need to get out of the lab. Y’know watch TV.  Turn on the radio.  Anything.  Pick up the phone and…

(The turn and watch Cleo’s parents putting roses on Cleo’s casket.)

Booth:  You know if it weren’t for you those people would never have known what happened to their daughter.

It’s gotta be worse then the truth.

Bones:  I knew exactly how the Eller’s felt about Cleo. My parents disappeared when I was fifteen and nobody knows what happened to them.

Booth:  Me being a sniper…I… I took a lot of lives.  What I would like to do before I’m done… is try to catch at least that many murderers.

Bones: (laughs) Please you don’t think there is some kind of …cosmic balance sheet?

(Booth looks down and she stops smiling)

Bones:  I’d like to help you with that.

Booth:  Ehhh?

Bones: (laughs)

(The both walk down a road in the cemetery as the camera pans out.)

Fade to Black.

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