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[Ext Open:  A gold sign that says Arab-American Friendship League…Established in 1971.  Camera pans over top of sign and we see a man coming out of the building.  He has dark hair and is dressed in a grey suit with a blue shirt.  He is carrying a brief case and he looks very ill.  He gets into his S.U.V. and guns the gas a few times then takes off squealing his tires. He races through D.C. and wipes sweat that is trickling down his face off with his hand.  He reaches down and turns up the A.C.  The cell phone in his pocket rings and the display reads Sahar.  He yells into the phone agitated and hangs it up.  He continues to drive recklessly and the phone starts to ring again.  He slows down to a stop in front of a café with round tables outside.  There are several people sitting at the tables as well as a couple walking down the street.  The S.U.V. blows up.  The drivers’ side door hits a man walking in the back.]
 
[Cut to exterior shot of same café.  There are ambulances and fire trucks.  Booth walks through the area.]
 
Booth:  Bones!  Bones! Over here.
 
(We see Angela and Bones look over at him)
 
Bones:  Where have you been? You said you would meet us on the corner.
 
Booth:  There is a lot going on here in case you haven’t noticed. (walks up to a security guard)  These girls they’re with me Dr. Temperance Brennan and Angela Montenegro from the Jeffersonian.
 
Security Guard:  I need ID.
 
Booth:  Okay, check the RI5 list, homeland security.  She’s the forensic anthropologist.
 
(Security guy checks his list while Booth is pointing out where they are listed.)
 
Security guy:  They’re clear.
 
Booth:  Thanks. C’mon.
 
(The three of them make their way through the ambulances and emergency work crew to what’s left of the S.U.V. Bones puts her hair up in a ponytail)
 
Angela:  God, What’s that smell?
 
Bones:  Burnt flesh.  Are there a lot of injuries?
 
Booth:  Four known dead.  Fifteen injured.
 
(Angela notices the bodies under the tarps around the burnt out S.U.V.)
 
Angela:  Oh my God.
 
Bones:  Details, whatever you have.
 
Booth:  Not much.  Witnesses said they saw a Middle Eastern man mid thirties pull up to the café and the car just blew.  The vehicle is registered to a Hamid Masruk, head of the American-Arab friendship league.
 
Bones:  If you know who it is, why do you need me?
 
(Bones steps closer to the burnt out S.U.V. and looks in the driver’s side window.)
 
Agent Gibson:  Because we’re hoping we’re wrong. Masruk is a White House consultant for Arab relations.  Had lunch with the President just last week.
 
Booth:  Remember Agent Gibson, Homeland Security.  (points to Bones) Dr. Temperance Brennan. (point to Angela)  Angela Montenegro. If Masruk was involved in a terrorist attack it means we have a huge national security problem.
 
(Bones makes her way to the other side of the S.U.V. looking in the passenger window.)
 
Agent Gibson: Not to mention a very humiliated president.  The press is already running with this.
 
Bones:  If you think I’m going to alter my findings…
 
Gibson:  Look, not at all but maybe it’s not Masruk.  We need to be sure.  Booth says you’re the best.
 
Bones: (to Booth) I need surgical gloves and masks for the retrieval team.  Sterile medical bags and vegetable oil.
 
Booth:  Vegetable oil?
 
(Booth walks over to Bones.)
 
Bones:  The oil will loosen the seared body parts stuck to the metal. It’s no different then stake on a grill that sticks.
 
(Zach runs up with a bottle of oil and hands it too Booth while he hands Bones some surgical gloves.)
 
Booth:  It’s okay I trust you.
 
Zach:  Should I photograph the scene?
 
Bones:  Focus on a 30 meter radius from the blast.
 
(Zach hands Bones a red medical bag.  Angela looks queasy.  Bones steps over to a body part lying on the ground.)
 
Bones: (to Booth) Okay to pick up?
 
Booth: (to Bones) You know it’s okay to be upset.
 
Bones:  I wish this is the worst thing I’d seen.
 
(Bones hands Angela the red bag.)
 
Angela:  You know…uh… I don’t think I can…Sorry.
 
(Angela hands the bag back to Bones and then Bones hands it to Booth.)
 
Bones: (to Booth) Well if you can’t either.
 
Booth: No, I’m cool.
 
Bones: Zach, I need two more evidence bags.
 
[Cut to: Med lab. Bones, Zach, and Hodgins are standing around what’s left of Masruk’s body.  They begin to examine it.]
 
Bones: Facial epidermis and the fingertips are completely decimated.  We’re not going to be able to ID anything from the flesh.  It’s basically carbon.
 
Zach:  We are missing the lower left leg and the lumbar spine.
 
Bones:  Here’s the C2 and the right issuum.
 
Zach:  Smokey here had access to the President.  Why would he attack a café?
 
Bones:  Smokey?
 
Zach:  It’s how I deal with the stress.
 
Hodgins:  Targeting everyday places causes panic. People stay home.  The economy is crippled.  It’s terrorism 101 man.
 
Bones:  Take samples from the clothes.  See whatever you can find.  Traces of cologne, laundry detergent, anything that we can link to Masruk’s home.
 
Hodgins:   I will grab any particulates that I can identify the type of bomb.
 
Zach:  Isn’t that the FBI’s job?
 
Hodgins:  What you trust the FBI?  You realize those guys are going to suppress whatever they need to cover their asses.
 
Zach:  I found a portion of the clavicle.
 
Hodgins:  Are you even listening?
 
Zach: No.
 
Hodgins:  They have a separate division you know that way their hands are always clean.  In nineteen seventy…
 
Bones: (to Hodgins) Jack!  We’re trying to work.
 
(Booth comes walking up the stairs to the center platform behind Hodgins.  Hodgins doesn’t notice he is coming.)
 
Hodgins:  Someone seems really defensive about the FBI lately.  You realize Booth is just another Government stooge.
 
Bones:  This has nothing to do with Booth.
 
Booth:  You know I don’t enjoy having squints on my team anymore then you like me on yours but you know we’re supposed to be working together.  Okay?
 
(Hodgins turns around to face Booth)
 
Hodgins:  Sure.  So what do we do, group hug?
 
Booth:  Agent Gibson here will be over seeing things for Homeland Security.
 
Gibson:  I’ll try not to be in the way.
 
Bones:  No, ut …we don’t need to be overseen.
 
Booth:  That’s really not your call Bones. Okay how soon can we get the DNA match?
 
Bones:  That will take days.  I can get a match much sooner then that I have all we need.
 
Gibson: You’re going to be able to ID him from that?
 
Zach:  Asking stuff like that is in the way.
 
Bones:  Remove any flesh and particulates you can and then macerate him. (to Gibson)  If that’s alright with you?
 
(Bones walks off and Booth leaves to follow her. Gibson places both hands on the end of the table.)
 
Hodgins: (irritated) Don’t touch the table.  Don’t touch the table.
 
[Cut to:  Booth and Bones walking down the hallway to her office.]
 
Bones:  This is my lab. I’m a scientist.  A doctor.
 
Booth:  Yeah, so I’ve heard.
 
Bones:  Look, would you be able to do your job if someone is looking over your shoulder all the time.
 
Booth:  You do, okay I’ve developed a tolerance.
 
Bones:  I’m sorry but I don’t understand the advantage of compromise.
 
Booth:  It’s a terrorist attack Bones.  It’s bigger then you and It’s bigger then me.
 
Bones: The job is the same.
 
(Bones reaches her office and stops in the doorway turning to face Booth.)
 
Booth:  No, it’s not!  We’re dealing with someone here who devalues an entire culture.  Terrorizing people by using God to justify mass murder.
 
Bones:  You’re making it personal.  That doesn’t help.
 
Booth:  It is personal Bones.  All of us die a little bit on one like this.
 
[Cut to: the lab.  Gibson is looking at a big glass box over the parts of Masruk’s body.  Zach is writing down data on a clipboard.  Bones and Booth enter.]
 
Zach:  All the trace evidence has been stripped.  Hodgins scavenged as much as he could.
 
Bones:  Okay, let’s get started.
 
(Zach grabs two jars of beetles and places them on top of the glass box.  He then lifts the lid to the case and dumps them in covering the body parts.)
 
Booth:  What the hell are those?
 
Zach: Dermestid  Maculatus. 
 
Bones:  Flesh eating beetles.  That’s how we clean the flesh off of burn victims.
 
(Bones stares at the beetles covering the body parts and Gibson’s phone rings.  He steps away from the box a little bit to take the call)
 
Gibson: (into phone) Gibson.  Yes sir.  Yes sir. (to Bones)  The President wants to know how long the ID is going to take. (looks at the beetles) Why don’t you ask them?
 
[Intro Rolls.]
 
[Cut to:  Questioning room.  Bones and Booth are seated on one side of a table while Masruk’s wife and brother are seated on the other side.]
 
Wife:  You’ve made a mistake.  It can’t be my husband.
 
Brother:  My brother was no terrorist.  He hated those people.  You can read his speeches.  Talk to anyone.
 
Booth:  We’re not making any accusations.
 
Brother:  It’s all over the news.  It’s all anyone is talking about.
 
Booth:  We cannot control the press, Mr. Masruk.
 
Wife:  How bout your men?  They’ve searched our house.  They’ve talked to our friends.
 
Booth:  Till we can identify the body we have to conduct a thorough investigation.
 
Wife:  So identify the body.  The longer you wait.  Do you know what it is like for us?
 
Bones:  His body was fragmented by the blast.  We’re still retrieving pieces. (Booth puts a hand on her forearm to caution her) I understand how difficult this is not knowing.  I’ll work as quickly as I can to get you what you need.  That’s why I asked for his history.  Where he grew up?  Any injuries from his youth?  Medical records?
 
Wife:  Of course. I brought you what you asked for. (Hands Bones a manila envelope)
 
Booth:  Thank you.
 
Wife: (tears coming down her face.)  We lived just like you.  We came to this country because we love it.  We are Americans.  It can’t be Hamid.  It can’t.  My husband was not a terrorist.
 
[Cut to: Med lab.  Zach and Hodgins are looking at a computer screen at the breakdown of chemicals they found.  Gibson is walking through.]
 
Zach:  It could be a chlorite.  Would that be used in a bomb?
 
Hodgins:  Yeah but this is a crystalline structure.  Aluminum based.
 
{Gibson leans over the back side of the computer trying to get a glimpse of what they are doing.  Hodgins is annoyed and tries to pull the computer screen so he can’t see it.  Bones comes walking up to them.)
 
Bones:  Okay, I’m back. How are we doing?
 
Zach:  I have his detergent brand, cologne, shampoo.  He died a well groomed man.
 
(Zach hands her the paperwork.)
 
Bones:  Thanks.
 
Gibson:  Dr. Brennan?
 
(Bones turns away from Gibson trying to ignore him.)
 
Bones:  Are the bones done yet?
 
Zach:  Yeah, I will check the beetles.
 
Gibson:  (annoyed) Dr. Brennan, whatever you have there.
 
Bones:  It’s a piece of paper that’s all with some writing on it.
 
(Bones goes into her office without him.)
 
[Cut to:  Bones’ office.  She is on the floor with papers spread out in front of her.  Angela appears in the doorway.]
 
Angela: Hard at work?
 
(Bones looks up at her. Angela notices all the files and photos on the floor)
 
Angela: There’s a stalker.
 
Bones:  I just saw his wife.  She gave me his medical records…photographs.  Apparently he was ill.  They were testing for Lupus which would explain the face.  It must have been painful.
 
Angela:  Look I … I know that you need help out there.  At the crime scene and I wanted to but…
 
Bones:  It’s okay.  You see it.  I don’t anymore.  I don’t know what’s worse.
 
(Bones gets up off the floor and sits on the couch.)
 
Angela:  You holding up okay?
 
(Angela joins her on the couch.)
 
Bones:  His wife doesn’t believe it was him.  I’ve got to give her an ID.
 
Angela:  Whatever I can do.
 
Bones:  Yeah I know.
 
Angela:  And about this weekend.
 
Bones:  Angela I don’t know.
 
Angela:  Oh come on.
 
Bones: I don’t know.
 
Angela: Brennan I know this great club they play trip hop and trance.
 
Bones:  I don’t know what that means.
 
Angela:  It doesn’t matter.  We’ll grab Booth.
 
Bones:  No.
 
Angela:  I think he likes you.  God if I were you I’d buy a ticket on that ride.
 
Bones:  Look, I’m going to be very busy this weekend even after the Id I have these.(points to buckets of bones in her office.)
 
Angela:  Remains from WWI.
 
Bones:  That’s what the institution pays me for.  I’ve got hundreds of these waiting.
 
Angela:  And they can’t wait one more weekend?
 
Bones:  They’ve got relatives.  They’ve waited long enough.
 
Angela:  You know it’s not that scary Brennan. You have a few drinks.  You move to the music.  You might even smile.
 
Zach:  (knocks on outside wall near door and peeks his head in.) The bones are clean.
 
Bones: (to Angela) I’ve gotta run.  You hang around.  I may need you.
 
[Cut to: Another part of lab.  There is a table with a computer screen on the wall.  Bones and Zach are looking over the bones.  Angela and Gibson look on.]
 
Bones: (talking into recorder) Comparing remains to details provided of Hamid Masruk, age 37, of Afghani origin.  Texture of pubic synthesis indicates age of bone consistent with Masruk as is height.
 
Zach: (Bones puts recorder over to Zach’s mouth) Complexity of the cranial vault sutures matches the statistical probability of your age and decent.
 
Bones:  Good.
 
Angela:  Too bad we can’t tell why he did it.  Isn’t what we all really want to know?
 
Bones:  Uneven growth patterns in the vertebrae indicate mal nourishment as a child.
 
Zach:  Consistent with the diet where Masruk was from. Probably evidence on the calvarium?
 
Bones:  Why don’t you reconstruct the skull and check it out? 
 
Zach:  My first cranial reconstruction.
 
Bones:  Evidence of multiple fractures to the bottoms of the feet consistent with methods of torture used in Afghanistan and consistent with Masruk’s history.  I’m convinced we have a statistical match. (clicks recorder off)
 
Gibson:  So Masruk is the bomber.
 
Bones:  Yes.
 
Gibson:  What about the skull?  You’re having the kid reconstruct it…
 
Bones:  This is an educational institute.  He wants to learn.  Is that okay with you?  For forensic ID we have all we need.  Now I would like to get this data to Booth as soon as I can.
 
(She grabs the file and goes to leave.  Gibson steps in front of her.)
 
Gibson:  I’ll take it.
 
Bones:  No, I don’t think so.  I work with Booth.  That’s my deal.
 
Gibson:  Dr. Brennan, I have jurisdiction.
 
Bones:  Then why don’t I destroy my notes and let you guarantee the identity of the remains. (she leaves)
 
Angela: (to Gibson) It’s best to just ride it out like an earthquake.
 
[Cut to: Booths apartment.  Bones knocks on the door.  Booth is inside.  He throws on his white dress shirt while he goes to answer the door.)
 
Booth:   Bones?
 
Bones: Yeah
 
Booth:  Did we have an appointment?
 
Bones:  No, uh…it’s him. (Hands Booth folder) Masruk is the bomber.
 
Booth: (flips through papers) I guess the wife didn’t know the husband very well.
 
(A blonde woman enters the room.  She is also in a white dress shirt of Booths. The shirt is unbuttoned at the top and she has a black bra underneath.  She is not wearing pants.)
 
Tessa: Hey.
 
Bones: Hi, sorry.
 
Booth:  Tessa, this is Brennan.  Tessa Jankow, Dr. Temperance Brennan.

 

Tessa:  Oh, hi. I’ve heard a lot about you.
 
(Tessa shakes hands with Bones.)
 
Bones:  Really?
 
Booth:  Tessa’s an attorney.
 
Tessa: mmm, corporate, keeping the fat cats fat.
 
Bones:  I was just studying a cranial fissure on a corporate attorney last week.  Of course he was dead so…
 
Tessa:  Interesting.
 
Bones:  Thanks.
 
(Booth finishes buttoning his shirt and tucking it in.  He then reaches down and zips his pants zipper. Bones looks away.)
 
Booth: (to Tessa) Well the Bureau…I was just heading to the Bureau. Santana called and said something about a bombing and I thought you were at the lab.  Maybe, uh you should come.
 
Bones: Sure.
 
Booth: (to Tessa) See you later.
 
(Tessa and Booth kiss. He grabs his keys and folder off the stand by the door and leaves with Bones.)
 
[Cut to: Bones and Booth step off an elevator into an FBI office area.  There are quite a few desks with computers at them.]
 
Booth: Okay, what is so funny?
 
Bones:  I just never figured you being in a relationship (laughs).
 
Booth:  Why do you think something’s wrong with me?
 
Bones:  Not wrong. You just have alpha male attributes usually associated with a solitary existence.
 
Booth: What me?  You’re solitary.
 
Bones: No, no I’m private. It’s different and we weren’t talking about me.
 
Booth:  Well I was.
 
Bones:  Well I wasn’t. Look, I’m happy for you. Relationships have anthropological meaning. No society can survive if sexual bonds aren’t formed bet…
 
Booth:  What the hell are you talking about?
 
(Santana comes out of his office.)
 
Santana:  Booth.
 
Booth: Yeah?
 
Santana:  You got that ID?
 
Booth: Yeah it was Masruk.
 
Santana:  Oh, that’s too bad.
 
Bones:  He killed four people and injured another fifteen.
 
Santana:  The report came back from ballistics.  Now the explosives were placed under the care with the trigger connected to the odometer.  Masruk was murdered.
 
(Santana hands report to Booth who looks at it.  Bones looks over to see it too.)
 
Bones:  So Masruk wasn’t a terrorist.
 
Booth:  Somebody tried to make him look like one. Any leads on who did it?
 
Santana:  That’s why we’re paying you Booth.
 
[Cut to:  Questioning room.  Masruk’s wife is in there with Bones and Booth.  They all are standing.  Booth slides a box of his things across the table towards her.]
 
Booth:  We’re very very sorry Mrs. Masruk.
 
Wife:  I told you Hamid was the victim but you wouldn’t listen. You couldn’t imagine an Arab who’s a peace loving man.
 
Booth:  That’s not true.
 
Wife: No? We must investigate everything Mrs. Masruk.  We must turn your house upside down because we believe your husband was a good man.  Is that the truth?
 
Bones: No!  They searched your house because Muslim extremist have declared war on the United States.  Preliminary findings made your husband a suspect which we are required…
 
Booth:  It’s not Bureau policy to target or profile any ethnic group.  It wasn’t our intention.  I can understand why you may feel offended.
 
Bones:  I can’t.
 
Booth: Bones!
 
Bones:  What?  She’s been a part of a criminal investigation that’s all.  Her rights haven’t been violated. It’s unfortunate that her husbands’ ethnicity is a factor but to say that it isn’t would be disingenuous.
 
Booth:  I’m going to have to apologize for Dr. Brennan.
 
Wife:  It’s fine, Mr. Booth.  Honesty is always a welcome relief. So when can I bury him?  When can I give him peace?
 
Bones:  There are certain body parts that I’m still examining.  Others are still seared to the surface of the wreckage…
 
Booth: (lowering his voice) I’m sure Mrs. Masruk doesn’t really need to know the details.
 
Bones:  If I can retrieve more remains of her husband, Muslim law requires that I do. I spent some time in Iraq identifying bodies.  I’ll give you whatever I can so that he can be purified for burial.
 
Wife:  Thank you. Is that all?
 
Booth: One last thing.  A few calls were made to uh, his cell phone from your house minutes before the blast.
 
Wife: Yes, we argued. It was a family matter.  My final words to him were words of anger. (looks at a picture of her and her husband.)
 
Booth:  I’m very sorry.  It must be very painful.
 
Bones: You looked very happy in that picture.
 
Wife:  Yes.
 
(The wife grabs the box of belongings and goes to leave.)
 
Booth:  Thank you.  If there’s anything else that you know that you can think of, just give us a call. (to Bones after the wife leaves the room) I think she’s having an affair.  Personally.
 
[Cut to:  A restaurant with an Asian theme to it.  There are lights strung up and white table clothes covering the tables.  There is also a bar that stretches along one side of the restaurant.  Bones and Booth are sitting at the bar.]
 
Booth:  She was having an affair!
 
Bones:  I’m sorry but that’s an offensive assumption!
 
Booth:  Well all the signs are there.
 
Bones:  You can’t make wild accusations about somebody’s personal life based on a feeling.
 
Booth:  It’s more then a feeling.  Okay, that photograph is evidence just as solid as the markers you squints pick up looking at your little bones.
 
Bones:  The evidence that I find isn’t empirical.  What you consider evidence is merely conviction.
 
Booth:  She dyed her hair.  She lost weight.  You know she shoved a little Botox in her forehead.  She’s still feeling guilty over the last fight she had with her husband.
 
(Angela has been sitting at a table and hears them arguing.  She gets up and goes to the bar to join them.)
 
Bones: Ugh! You are insufferable, arrogant, man.
 
Booth: Oh so only a woman could know a woman.  I thought woman wanted us to understand them.
 
Angela:  Not really.  A magician never wants to reveal her tricks.
 
Booth:  We’re having a private conversation.
 
Angela:  I’m not here.
 
Bones:  So you think you know woman just because you live with some sexy lawyer? Unbelievable.
 
Booth: (laughs)
 
Angela:  You live with a sexy lawyer?
 
Booth: She has her own place okay.
 
Bones:  He thinks just because Masruk’s wife started working out and had a little make over, she’s having an affair.
 
Angela:  Hmm, and how long were they married?
 
Booth: eleven years.
 
Angela:  I’m with him.
 
Bones:  There is no concrete proof.
 
Angela:  Boobs perkier?
 
Booth:  Mmm Hmm.
 
Bones:  I don’t believe this if you’re so sure then why didn’t you confront her.
 
Angela:  Because if she or her boyfriend were involved, she would warn him.
 
Booth:  Very good.
 
Angela:  I’m a constant surprise.
 
Bones:  Alright. Great.  I will be in the lab getting us some real data.
 
Booth: (sighs.)
 
(Bones grabs her purse and leaves.)
 
Angela:  So, how many nights a week does sexy sleep over?
 
Booth:  Ha, ha, ha.
 
[Cut to: Med lab.  Zach is piecing the skull together still at a table.  Hodgins is looking in a microscope.]
 
Bones:  How’s it coming?
 
Zach:  The F Moines Femoid fragments won’t piece together.
 
Bones:  Zach, I would like to return the remains to the widow before her demise.
 
Zach:  I’m doing my best, Dr. Brennan.  The integrity of the bone seems to be compromised.  I don’t know if it’s the metal fragments from the blast.
 
Hodgins:  I examined the chemicals used in the explosives.  The perchlorates I found can have a degenerative effect.
 
Bones:  Not this quickly.  Excuse me. (she looks in the microscope)  Unusually soft bones tissue.  You know this has nothing to do with the blast.  I owe you an apology Zach.  Do you have his medicals?  Stiff joints, facial disfigurement.  There’s a disorganized tribecula pattern here that his doctors wouldn’t have been able to see.  Could have been a degenerative disease.
 
Hodgins:  I don’t get it.  How does his medical condition figure into the murder?
 
Bones:  Now it’s a murder.  Before it was terrorism because we didn’t have all the facts.  You don’t overlook anything when you’re looking for the truth. (to Hodgins) Check for Lupus and Pagets.  Do you have enough tissue?
 
Hodgins:  Yeah, I can manage it.
 
Bones: If those come back negative, he might have been exposed to a toxin which would mean his brother was too.  He’s exhibiting similar symptoms.  I’ll get the brother’s medicals.
 
Hodgins:  (sighs) I graduated top of my class, rode scholar, youngest member inducted into the academy of physical sciences but she still makes me feel like a cretin.
 
Zach:  She apologized to me.
 
[Cut to:  The Brother, Farid’s apartment.  He is setting down some drinks for Bones and Booth.]
 
Farid:  Yes, I am a Christian.
 
Booth: And Hamid is Muslim and Sahar?
 
Farid:  I converted.  Hamid could never accept it.  Religious differences caused too many problems.
 
Bones:  Seems to be a consistent fact throughout history.
 
Farid: Please. (Gestures to Booth to sit down)  I tried to make peace with my brother but it was difficult.  There was more then religion between us.
 
Booth: Sahar mentioned that there was some…uh… family problems?
 
Farid: Yes.
 
Booth: I can understand how delicate it can be.
 
Farid:  Did she tell you anymore then that?
 
Booth: No but if you have any other information that could help us in the investigation?
 
Farid: It’s not my place.
 
Booth:  We’re just trying to find out who killed your brother.
 
Farid: Sahar was seeing another man but I can’t believe she would hurt my brother.
 
Bones:  Do you know who this other man is or is it just a feeling you have?
 
Farid:  I’ve met him.  Ali Ladjavardi. He worked with Hamid at the friendship league.  I wanted Hamid to confront Ladjavardi.
 
Bones:  Did both you and Hamid have contact with Ladjavardi?
 
Farid:  Yes, once.  Amir, my brother brought me to meet him.  Sharing a meal is a gesture of peace.  I was trying to save there marriage but Sahar and Ladjavardi were not going to stop their affair so I told Hamid to repudiate her.
 
Booth:  Sorry?
 
Bones: In Muslim law it’s a method of divorce. It’s called Talak.
 
Farid:  I still respected his traditions.
 
Bones:  You and your brother seem to share a medical condition.
 
Farid: Uh, yes.  Why is that important?
 
Booth:  We don’t mean to embarrass you but Dr. Brennan is just trying to figure out the condition. That’s routine. Part of the investigation.
 
Bones:  Have you seen a doctor?
 
Farid: Yes.  He believes it’s a genetic disorder we shared.  He was going to call Hamid physician to discuss it.
 
Bones:  Would you mind if we saw your medical records?
 
Farid:  Of course not. Da.  If I could be helped, I welcome it.
 
[Cut to: Med lab.  Zach is still piecing together the skull and Hodgins is analyzing some material.  Angela is leaning on a counter talking to them.]
 
Angela:  Apparently, the live together a few days a week but he was very clear that she has her own place.
 
Zach:  Should you be intruding into their lives like this?
 
Angela:  Oh yeah.  Absolutely.
 
Hodgins:  We’re negative for Lupus and Pagets.  When you’re done, I will do a scraping for environmental contaminates.
 
Zach:  I found these. (hands a dish of flakes to Hodgins) Shiny flakes that caught onto the torn patches of bone.
 
Angela:  Bottom line, I still think Brennan has a shot with Booth.
 
Hodgins:  But she says she’s not interested.
 
Angela:  Me thinks the lady doth protests too much.
 
Zach:  Maybe she protested just enough.
 
Angela:  Puh lease.  She’s been sleeping alone for months.  She has enough pent up sexual energy to power a small mid-western city.
 
Hodgins:  This looks like Jimson.  That wouldn’t cause any organic damage.  It’s probably used to insulate the explosives, bet the FBI doesn’t know that yet.
 
Angela:  I’m going to go check out this girlfriend.
 
[Cut to: Questioning room.  Booth paces back and forth questioning Ladjavardi who is seated.  Bones looks on from an outside room that has a monitor displaying Booth and Ladjavardi on it.]
 
Ladjavardi:  I’m not proud of the affair.  I admired Hamid but Sahar and I were in love and I can’t change that.
 
Booth:  You worked with Hamid.  You had access to his car.
 
Ladjavardi:  That’s ridiculous.
 
Booth:  You also had contact with his brother Farid who said you were less then friendly with Hamid.
 
Ladjavardi:  Have you ever been in the middle of a messy relationship Agent Booth, or are you a perfect man?
 
Booth:  You know I prefer to ask the questions Mr. Ladjavardi.
 
Ladjavardi:  And I have the right for an attorney.  Have you called the number I gave you?
 
Booth:  Of course.  You know I would never deny anyone his rights.
 
(The door to the room opens and Special Agent Santana walks in.)
 
Santana:  Mr. Ladjavardi, I’m special agent in charge Santana.  We’re sorry for the inconvenience, you’re free to go.
 
Ladjavardi:  Thank you.
 
Santana:  You’re finished.
 
Booth:  What the hell was that all about?  He was a prime suspect.
 
Santana:  He’s a mole for Homeland Security.  They planted him in the Arab-American Friendship League.
 
Booth:  He admitted the affair.
 
Santana:  Maybe but Homeland Security says he’s clean.  They do not want his cover blown.
 
Booth:  But sir.
 
Santana: (angry) Do I look like I’m discussing this?
 
(Santana leaves and Booth punches the wall.)
 
[Cut to:  Booths SUV driving erratically down the streets.  Bones is inside with him.]
 
Booth: (hits horn angry) C’mon.
 
Bones:  You want me to drive?
 
Booth:  No.  Why?
 
Bones:  You’re angry.
 
Booth:  I’m (laughs) not angry.
 
Bones:  Yeah, you’re furious.  You’re going to kill somebody.
 
Booth:  I’m not angry.  Believe me; you do not want to see me angry.  That’s the last thing you want to see.
 
Bones: Okay.
 
Booth:  This is me accepting reality.
 
Bones:  Okay, my mistake.
 
Booth:  My superiors they make the decisions Bones.  Alright.  They don’t think them through that’s really not my problem.
 
Bones:  If I were you, I’d be mad.  Homeland Security is preventing you from doing a proper investigation of a murder case.
 
Booth:  I’m a grownup. I’ll deal. You know that thing where you ask for the strength to change the things that you can and the wisdom to know the difference?
 
Bones:  Not really.
 
Booth:  Well it’s a good thing.
 
Bones:  Who do you ask?
 
Booth:  For what?
 
Bones:  For the strength and the wisdom?
 
Booth:  God.
 
Bones:  And that works?
 
Booth:  Can we talk about something else?
 
Bones:  Sure.  Tessa?
 
Booth:  Tessa!? No.  Why do you want to talk about Tessa?
 
Bones:  What? Why?  Why not?  I’m sorry.  We won’t talk about Tessa.
 
Booth:  I prefer if we would just stay on point and talk about things that you like to talk about like dead people.  Dead bodies?
 
Bones:  Sure, sure.  You’ve killed a lot of people, right?  When you were a sniper?
 
Booth:  Maybe we shouldn’t talk at all.
 
Bones:  Right cause you’re angry.
 
Booth:  Not angry.  I’m not.
 
Bones:  We’ll find out who killed him, Booth.  We’ve got Hamid’s body. You can always count on the dead.
 
[Cut to: Med Lab.  Bones enters.  Zach is finished piecing together the skull and Hodgins is standing at a table.]
 
Bones:  When Booth sends over the brothers medicals, I want them matched to Hamids.
 
(Hodgins hands a paper to Bones and she looks it over.)
 
Hodgins:  I’m starting on a tox screen.
 
Bones: Farid said his doctor suspected a genetic condition. Maybe we are over looking something.
 
(Bones notices something pieced together with wires going to it on the table next to Zach.  She walks over to it and leans down to get a better look.)
 
Bones:  What is that?
 
Zach:  We used the trace elements we recovered to try and build the bomb.  It might give you another link.
 
(Hodgins comes over to Bones and leans down next to her looking at it also.)
 
Bones:  Isn’t the FBI working on that?
 
Hodgins:  Yes, It’s just for fun.
 
Bones:  To see who’s better?
 
Hodgins:  Maybe, a little. Yeah.
 
Bones:  Good luck.
 
(Zach gets up and brings the skull he has pieced together over to Bones.)
 
Zach:  Ta-da. (hands  the skull to her on a tray.)
 
Bones:  Nice job.
 
(She carries the skull over to a lit magnifying glass and places it underneath to study it.)
 
Bones: No wonder you had such trouble with reconstruction look at the spread of the tribecular pattern in the bone.
 
Zach: Microscopic fissures, like cracks.
 
Hodgins:  I knew that.
 
Zach:  I don’t think so.
 
Bones:  Can you focus?  The spread is too rapid for any organic bones disease or genetic condition.  It’s definitely a toxin.  Is there any surviving marrow to test?
 
Zach:  Uh, I will try and find some.
 
Bones:  Let’s do it.
 
[Cut to: An indoor café of sorts.  Tessa is sitting at a table snacking on a muffin and reading a book.  Angela enters the café.  Angela looks around and holds up a paper in her hand that has a picture of Tessa on it and some personal information.  She smiles when she sees Tessa sitting at one of the tables.  Angela walks over near her and drops her purse spilling the contents on purpose.  Tessa looks down from her book and goes to help Angela.  Angela starts talking to her from the floor.  There is no sound but music during this whole scene.]
 
[Cut to: Med Lab.  Zach is sitting at a table next to a microscope that Hodgins is looking into. Bones is standing at the end of the table leaning on it.]
 
Hodgins:  Marrow degraded.  I can give you basics but that’s it.
 
Zach:  According to these tests the liver function was impaired.
 
Bones:  His body was trying to get rid of whatever was poisoning him.
 
(Angela walks up.)
 
Angela:  There is trouble in paradise.
 
Bones:  (straightens) I beg your pardon?
 
Angela:  Tessa does not feel secure in that relationship.  I think she’s threatened by you.
 
Bones:  You talked to her.
 
Angela:  She didn’t say much but even though she has a phenomenal figure she was chowing down on a fat free muffin and she was reading a book about unsolved FBI cases. Ugh, she’s obviously feeling insecure.
 
Hodgins: (to Bones) She’s spying for you?
 
Bones:  No! No!
 
Zach:  Even if you have nothing in common it’s difficult to sublimate intense sexual attraction and we hear it’s been awhile.
 
Bones: Okay, Stop!
 
Angela:  He is there for the taking, honey.
 
(Booth comes up the steps to the platform.)
 
Booth:  Okay, I couldn’t get his medical records. What?
 
(They all turn and look at him like they have been caught doing something wrong.)
 
Bones:  Oh nothing. (clear throat)
 
(Bones turns and starts to look at a computer screen.)
 
Booth:  Trying to track down the doctor?
 
Bones:  Don’t need him.  It’s definitely a toxin but we can’t determine what kind.
 
Zach:  Too bad the liver is cooked that could tell us everything.
 
Booth:  You know I need subtitles walking in here.
 
Bones:  The liver is like a filter.  It would contain evidence of any toxins in the system but we don’t have the liver or any of the flesh left.
 
Hodgins:  But we do have the beetles.
 
[Cut to: Med lab.  They are all in the room where the beetles were eating the flesh off the bones under the glass.]
 
Hodgins:  They ate Hamids flesh and whatever organs remained and we all know you are what we eat.
 
Booth:  So you can ID the poison from the beetles.
 
Zach:  You can’t kill them.  They have names.
 
Bones:  We have to Zach. Some.
 
(Bones grabs some beetles out of a jar Zach is holding and puts them into another jar in front of Hodgins.)
 
Hodgins:  In Thailand, they are sautéed in peanut oil. Mmm.
 
Booth:  Whoa.
 
(Booth reaches out to pat Zach on the shoulder but stops and leaves with the rest of the group.)
 
[Cut to: Med lab.  Zach is looking over the recreation of the bomb.  Angela is at a table.  Bones walks up behind her.]
 
Bones:  We’re going to have to run a simulation.  I need you to input this skull and give me a face.
 
Angela:  You’ve got it.
 
Bones:  And no more talk about Booth.  You shouldn’t have gotten involved.
 
Angela:  That’s what friends are for.
 
Bones:  Please, Angela.
 
(Booth walks up behind them again.  He sees what Zach is working on.)
 
Booth:  Hey, Wha…Where’d you get this?
 
Zach:  I’m building it.  Theoretical construct of the bomb based on the particulates we gathered.
 
Booth:  This isn’t your job.  The Bureaus doing this.
 
Hodgins:  Got it!  They were poisoned by dioxin of very pure form.  It would stay in the system for years cause cancer, diabetes, heart attack, and the facial system bone degeneration we saw.
 
(Hodgins hands Bones a clipboard with the data.)
 
Bones:  Give me the saturation levels.  Angela can use it in simulation to give us approximate date of ingestion.
 
Booth:  How much would it take to poison them?
 
Bones:  Just a little slipped into their food.  Like at that lunch they had with Sahars lover.  Impressed?
 
[Cut to:  Holograph lab.  Bones is walking around looking at her clip board reading off figures to Angela.  Angela has her computer like notebook entering the values and Booth is waiting to see what they come up with.)
 
Bones:  Dioxin levels were 5600 parts per trillion.  Speed of bone degeneration was an 88% increase over base line osteoporosis.  Date of death was.
 
Angela:  I remember that one thanks.
 
Bones:  Run the scenario.
 
(Angela enters the data into her holograph machine and a hologram of Hamid shows up.)
 
Booth:  I will never get used to this.
 
Angela:  Yeah? Chicks with toys?
 
(Angela highlights a square on Hamid’s cheek.  It moves out from the holographic face so Bones can see the skin close up)
 
Booth:  Poor bastard.
 
Bones: Match it to his INS photograph.  See how accurate you are.
 
(The INS photograph appears in the holograph with Hamid.)
 
Bones:  Good work, Angela. Probable date of exposure, about four months ago, I’d say first week in June.
 
Booth:  Let’s go pay a visit to Mr. Ladjavardi.
 
[Cut to: Bones and Booth getting out of his SUV.  Ladjavardi is walking down the sidewalk.  His back is to them.]
 
Bones: (getting out of SUV) I thought you were told to stay away from him?
 
Booth:  Yeah and as an FBI agent I cannot disobey my superior but you’re not an FBI agent.
 
Bones: (claps to get Ladjavardi’s attention) Hey! Hi!  How ya doing?
 
Ladjavardi:  What the hell are you doing here?  You had orders.
 
Bones: No.  Not me.  I just have a couple of quick questions for you.
 
A:  Look, I’m not involved in this.  Sahar won’t even talk to me anymore.
 
Bones:  Yeah, I wonder why?
 
A:  I’m calling Santana.
 
(A pulls out his cell phone, turns away, and starts to dial.  Bones steps around in front of him.)
 
Bones: Yeah, I don’t think so.
 
A:  I’m warning you.
 
Booth:  I wouldn’t threaten her if I were you.
 
Bones:  Look, I just want to know where you were in June, first week, to see if you poisoned Hamid and Farid.
 
A: So, I’m leaving that’s it.
 
(A goes to push her in the shoulder to move her out of the way.  Bones swings her arm around and grabs his. She pulls his arm around and flips him over on the sidewalk.  He lands flat on his back.  She walks over and  puts her foot on his throat.)
 
Booth:  Told ya. She doesn’t like to be touched.
 
A: I didn’t poison anybody.
 
Bones:  Then tell me where you were in June.
 
A:  In Utah for training with Homeland Security.  I didn’t get to the city until August 12^th.  Check with the department.
 
Bones:  Alright, thanks.
 
[Cut to: Med lab.  Hodgins is looking at the recreation of the bomb and Zach is sitting at a table looking at a computer.]
 
Hodgins:  The insulation they used is gypsum based with plaster and lead mixed with asbestos.
 
Zach: Pyro-bar, It’s a fire proof tile developed in 1903 by the United States gypsum company.  It was only used for a few years.
 
Hodgins:  So probably came from the building where the bomb was constructed in.
 
Zach:  We find the building and we find the bomber.
 
[Cut to: Bones and Booth in his SUV.]
 
Booth:  What about this?  Sahar wants out of the marriage.  Hamid refuses so Sahar poisons him so that she can run off with uh A.
 
Bones:  Doesn’t make sense.
 
Booth:  When someone dies the first suspect is the spouse.
 
Bones:  Well what about Hamid’s brother?  Did she poison him too?
 
Booth:  Why not?  You know he’s pushing his nose into the marriage.  I mean suddenly Sahar is facing you know a devote Muslim and a fundamentalist Christian and you know and nobody allows divorce and she’s pushed to murder.
 
Bones:  That’s issued logic.
 
Booth: Ah, C’mon Bones.  Just work with me here.  Alright.  It’s what we in the law enforcement call positing a scenario.  Don’t use the word issue.
 
Bones:  What if you and Tessa were going to break up and you didn’t want to?
 
Booth:  Interesting Bones.
 
Bones:  Well I’m positing a scenario.  Tessa wants to break up and you don’t want to so she poisons you.
 
Booth:  No, no, no.
 
Bones:  And then just to make sure she blows you up with a bomb.
 
Booth:  Why would Tessa do that?
 
Bones:  Exactly. Thank you.
 
Booth:  See cause Tessa and I, that’s a bad example.
 
Bones:  Well you’re a couple in love, right?
 
Booth:  Why do you keep bringing up Tessa? I mean why?  What’s the big deal?  Is it so odd for you that I have someone in my life?
 
Bones:  We were talking about couples.  It’s a natural segway.
 
Booth:  Alright, you know, you have to quit using the word segway and issue.  They sound French.
 
Bones:  Keep changing the subject.  I get it. You’re sensitive about you and Tessa.
 
Booth:  Why aren’t we talking about you and your boyfriend?
 
Bones:  I don’t have a boyfriend.
 
Booth:  You just said that as though it’s a good thing and you know what?  It’s a very very sad comment on your personal life.
 
Bones:  Look, you’re angry again. (her cell phone rings and she picks it up) Brennan.
 
Zach: (on the other end) The bomb insulation was made from Pryo-bar which was used by an architect named William Allard.  He was known for developing the Woodley Park neighborhood around 1910.
 
Bones:  Hang on a second Zach. (To Booth)  The bomb was made in Woodley Park.
 
Booth:  That’s were Farid lives. Okay,  Hold on. (he makes a quick U-turn in the road.) No wonder we couldn’t get his medicals.  He already knew what was poisoning him. Alright, just stay in contact with your boys and tell them we’re going to need them.  Alright, Listen Bones, we’re heading into a very unknown situation.  I think it’s best if you just stay in the car. (she gives him a dirty look)  Okay, then. You know, if you have to come in with me you just stay behind me. (still giving him a bad look) Fine, just be careful, Alright.
 
[Cut to: Farid’s apartment.  Booth breaks in the door and is holding a gun.  Bones enters behind him.]
 
Booth:  Okay, Anybody asks that door was open. (whispers to Bones) Stay right here. (yells out) FBI Farid. Show yourself. (to Bones) okay, Clear!
 
Bones: (in phone) Okay, give me Hodgins.
 
Hodgins:  Yeah?
 
Bones:  Farid was making something here.  Okay I got uh, melted plastic, bottles of chlorine.
 
Hodgins:  Dioxin that’s how you would make it.
 
Booth:  Bones!
 
(Bones still has her cell phone up against her ear while talking to Booth.)
 
Bones: (to Booth) Yes.
 
(She goes into the room where Booth is.  They see a section of walk that has been ripped away so that someone could get the insulation out of it.)
 
Booth: Insulation.  Farid definitely made the bomb. He killed his brother.
 
Bones: (in phone) Alright, Stay with me Hodgins.
 
Hodgins: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
 
(Bones and Booth search the living room for more evidence.)
 
Booth:  Hamid must have been killed because he found his brother makin dioxin, alright, and that’s probably how they got contaminated. C’mon, A mechanics guide for Hamid’s SUV. Page for the odometer dog-eared.
 
(Bones finds a little trunk covered by a rug filled with papers and books.)
 
Bones: He wasn’t a Christian. (she looks in a book.) The seed and the service of Allah is holy.
 
Booth:  The Koran?
 
Bones: No, Eddie Mum’s twisted interpretation of the Koran so that mass murderers don’t have to feel guilt.
 
(Booth finds more bomb supplies.)
 
Booth:  He’s made another bomb.  It’s out there, Right now.
 
Bones:  I’m convinced. (into phone) What’s the dispersal rate for a bomb packed with say… two liters of dioxin?
 
Hodgins:  Ahh, homemade device similar to the car bomb that could be …three to five hundred meters if the victims weren’t killed they’d develop cancer, blindness, lesions, diabetes..
 
(Booth finds a date book on the mantel. He picks it up and leafs through it.)
 
Booth:  Ah, no.  Today’s day is marked. (to Bones) Call Homeland Security they’ll secure the apartment.
 
[Cut to: Bones and Booth in his SUV with sirens blaring.  Bones is on her cell phone and Booth is on his too.]
 
Booth: (in phone) There is a convenience store across the street from Farid’s apartment.  The owner saw him get into a bus and head downtown.
 
Bones: (in phone) We’re not sure what bus.  Booth is checking with the FBI now if you find anything…
 
Angela: (on the other end of Bones cell phone) I know.  It’s just these bus schedules are totally confusing.
 
Booth: (in phone)  Yeah we saw his date book he had 5:30 circled so just check anything that has anything to do with 5:30 that begins, ends, whatever. Yeah.  I’m not going anywhere.
 
Bones: (to Booth) Angela is checking too.  I still don’t understand why Farid would kill his brother?
 
Booth:  Because both of them were developing symptoms and then people would start asking questions then Farid would have been exposed.  He had a mission to accomplish.
 
Bones:  How the hell does he think he’s bringing about a better world by blowing people up?
 
Booth:  Y’know fanaticism and logic don’t go hand in hand.
 
Bones: (in phone) It’s almost 5:30.  C’mon Angela anything between Woodley Park and downtown?
 
Angela:  Okay, okay, uh…three movies start a six.  There’s a lecture at Fuller hall on Birds.  I can’t imagine that will be crowded and a peace conference at the Hamilton Cultural Center.  There will be speeches by Arab moderates and Congressman.  That looks like the one.
 
Bones: (to Booth) Peace Conference.  Hamilton Cultural Center.
 
Booth:  That’s…
 
Bones:  That’s it.
 
Booth:  That’s gotta be it.( in phone) Okay Gibson, just get your boys over to the Hamilton Cultural Center and just keep them back when you get there.  You understand me? If you spook this guy he will blow himself up before we can take him out.  Bye… Bye.
 
Bones:  Thanks Angela.
 
(They both hang up their phones.)
 
Booth:  You know you don’t have to come.
 
Bones:  You’ve got to be kidding me.
 
[Cut to: Hamilton Cultural Center.  There are a lot of people walking about.  There are two floors to the center and they have escalators leading up to the second floor.  It’s an open area so you can look down to the first floor from the second one.  It has glass ceilings.]
 
Booth: (to Bones) We’ll start down here and make our way upstairs.
 
Man’s voice over loudspeaker:  Welcome to the Hamilton Center Peace Conference.  We would ask that all delegates check in at the orientation located at the east entry before convening for the keynote speaker address…
 
(Bones and Booth walk around downstairs looking for Farid.)
 
Bones:  There are too many ways in.  Where are the reinforcements?  Aren’t there always reinforcements?
 
(Bones gets on the escalator and Booth follows.)
 
Booth:  Sure, they’re downstairs tying up the horses.
 
Bones:  Sarcasm doesn’t help.
 
Booth:  Okay, they are mobilizing swat teams and additional agents but it takes time and if Farid has the bomb and spots them, it could be bad.
 
(They get off the escalator and look around. They look over the balcony as the walk along it.)
 
Bones:  If you see him will you shoot?
 
Booth:  Well, he might not have the bomb.
 
Bones:  You don’t believe that?
 
Booth:  I’m not taking out a target Bones unless I’m sure.
 
Bones:  Is that how you make it easier?  Calling him a target?
 
Booth:  You know you really picked an odd time to have this conversation.
 
(Gibson on the lower level pulls out a gun and is searching too.  He has an earpiece in his ear and sunglasses on.)
 
Bones: Booth!
 
(Bones spots Farid on the lower level walking with his back to them.)
 
Booth:  Farid.
 
(The camera shows Farid walking with the bomb.  The camera then goes back to Bones and Booth on the upper level.  They are walking to another part of the balcony to get a better view of him.  Booth has his gun pulled out and pointed at the man.)
 
Bones:  There!  That’s Farid.
 
Booth:  I’m not sure.
 
Bones:  Look his walk is labored from the dioxin poisoning and the parietal bones in his skull match his picture.
 
Booth:  It’s dexterous.  What if you’re wrong?
 
Bones:  This is what I do Booth.  Do you really want to wait? (she points to Farid.) He’s carrying something heavy in his camera bag see the extra weight is causing his shoulder to…
 
Booth:  No, I can’t!
 
Bones:  He has all the markers, Booth.
 
Booth:  I need a face.  I need a face.
 
Bones: (yells out to him) Farid!
 
(Farid turns around and looks up at them.)
 
Booth:  On the ground!
 
(He reaches into his bag and grabs a switch placing his thumb on top of it.)


Bones:  He’s going for the bomb.
 
(Booth shoots him in the head and he falls onto his back.  People scream and move away from him. Gibson comes over and checks him.  He takes the switch out of his hand and opens the bomb pack.  Booth is uneasy.  Gibson takes off his sunglasses and looks up at Booth nodding his head that he got the right guy.)
 
[Cut to: The restaurant bar.  Bones and Booth are seated at the bar with drinks.]
 
Booth:  You know I told them to tell the press is was an undercover operation.
 
Bones: But it would be a rose garden ceremony.  That’s an honor, Right?  I thought you FBI guys loved your medals?
 
Booth:  There’s no pleasure in taking someone’s life. (he takes a drink) Nothing to celebrate.
 
Bones:  You saved so many people, Booth.  Don’t forget that.
 
(Bones smiles at him and he smiles back.)
 
Booth:  You want to get another drink?
 
Bones:  Shouldn’t you be getting home?  Tessa will be worried about you.
 
Booth:  Yeah.  I guess I should.
 
(Booth gets up and takes his coat.  He puts some money on the counter for the drinks.)
 
Booth:  Thanks for your help Bones.
 
Bones:  Sure.
 
(She watches him leave and takes a sip of her drink.)
 
[Alternately cut from scenes of Bones working in her office and Booth having dinner with Tessa.
 
[Cut to: Bones office.  She is working on her boxes of bones and cataloging them.]
[Cut to: Booth having dinner in his apartment with Tessa.]
[Cut to: Bones putting pieces of a skeleton from WWI together on a table.]
[Cut to: Booth eating with Tessa again.]
[Cut to: Bones writing some data down and discovering the ID of her Bones.  They show a draw with William Donahue in it. The date is labeled 1900-1918.  She walks out of her office smiling.]
 
Fade to Black.

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