[Booth] It's clear as a photograph. You don't see anything In the cheese?
- Nothing. You don't see anything? - Seeing patterns where none exist is a symptom of schizophrenia.
- Why? What do you see? - Michael Jackson doing his-
I don't know what that is.
Come on, you don't see anything? It's like when a kid...
- he looks up at the sky and he sees the clouds- - Oh, I get it.
Yes. Your mind forms patterns from random information.
- Um, Booth, I have a lot of work. - Right.
No. I-I just wanted to bring by the pizza so you could eat.
It's Important that you eat. I will, uh-
? Hooh ?
Dooh, dooh. See you Monday?
Nothing? Come on, King of Pop. This Is lt. Thriller. No?
All right, I'll see you Monday.
- Bye, Booth. - Yep.
Strange question, I know, but I got to ask.
- Are you, by any chance, pregnant? - No.
I haven't had sexual intercourse in quite some time.
Do you want to know why I'm asking?
You're holding a home pregnancy test. I assume It's positive...
and you're worried about losing the most important person in this lab.
No. Very modest.
Uh, I'm asking because Michelle was here earlier this afternoon...
and the only other two people...
besides me that use that bathroom are you and Angela.
- Well, Angela is currently sexually active. - Very true.
- With Wendell. - Very, very active.
And even If they use condoms, Wendell Is young.
His sperm is likely to be extremely motile.
You are so cheering me up right now.
Dr. Saroyan, I was hoping I could pick up...
- those strength deployment inventory results from you. - Oh.
- You didn't hand them out. - I was going to.
But there was... real work that needed doing. Next week for sure.
Okay, but these aptitude tests will help you as an administrator...
to put the right people in key positions to- You're not listening to me.
No offense intended.
Angela, quick question.
Uh, is this your home pregnancy test?
[Chuckles] I beg your pardon?
Are you pregnant? Please say yes.
[Sighs]
- Oh. - Hey, don't look at me.
I'm so sorry. I thought we were alone.
Hey, you know, you don't have to keep it a secret from me.
Lf, you know, you're pregnant, I mean, I can be happy for you and Wendell.
Walt a minute, why are you asking me?
Well, it isn't mine, and Dr. Brennan doesn't make life choices...
without a Boolean flowchart, so I hoped it might be you.
I'm not crazy. I'm not... crazy.
- [Footsteps Receding] - What was that all about?
- Yeah, well, what makes Cam crazy? - When I do experiments.
- And? - Michelle?
- Michelle. - Ooh.
Sixteen. Ouch.
Really? Cam, these guys won't let me leave.
What's going on?
Everyone in this facility is confined to this facility.
[Saroyan] I'm In charge of this facility.
Not tonight, Dr. Saroyan.
Please secure the exits.
Who are you guys?
I am Mr. White from the General Services Administration.
The people we order our paper cups and pencils from?
[Beeping, Whirring, Clanking]
What's going on?
Ah, Dr. Brennan. Hello.
Your government requires you to figure out...
how this person died.
Until you do, we're all locked in here together...
- as a matter of national security. - Even me?
He's just an F.B. I. Psychologist.
No one in, no one out- by order of the federal government.
Now, you have till dawn tomorrow to fulfill this task.
What possible Incentive do these people have to comply with your orders?
Perhaps the fact that you're all paid by the federal government?
- Threats are not really gonna work for you tonight. - Okay, fine.
How about patriotism? Professionalism?
Scientific curiosity? Take your pick.
But the sooner you people figure out what killed this individual...
the sooner life gets back to normal.
[Booth, Chewing] What do you want, Sweets?
- I'm working out. Building up a sweat. - [Whispering] I'm at the lab.
- Why are you whispering? - Bunch of government guys came in.
They sealed the place up. They brought in a body.
They won't let anyone come or leave.
Slow-Slow down. What government guys?
They said they're from the General Services Administration.
- Uh, whoa. - They're supposed to be in charge of promoting...
efficient government operations, like leasing office space and buying paper in bulk.
- It doesn't make any sense. - Who else is there?
Uh, Drs. Brennan, Saroyan, Hodgins...
- Angela and me. - So they knew to come when the techs were gone for the weekend.
- Why won't they let me leave? I'm a psychologist. - I'll look into it.
What should I do? Booth? No.
[White] No destructive testing Is allowed.
Not even the smallest sample.
These remains will leave In exactly the condition In which they arrived.
My men and I will observe...
and no one enters or leaves the premises.
Now that you've kidnapped my lab and my people, maybe you could tell me why.
You have not been kidnapped, Doctor.
You've been seconded by your government to do your patriotic duty.
Your no-samples restriction will severely Limit our Insights.
We require only cause of death.
There are a number of samples in here which you may examine.
- But they, too, must not be harmed. - [Beeps]
Identification of these remains is priority zero.
Excuse me.
Is there any way I could just...
persuade you to look at these and guess cause of death?
- Guess? - I need to get home to kill Michelle.
[Sighs]
So any of you guys, you like hockey? No?
Ah, knitting. Modern dance?
Ultimate fighting? Huh?
Saw a flicker from you, pal. I got you pegged.
Mr. Ultimate Fighter here.
Look at this. It's the chief.
F.B. I. Special Agent Seeley Booth.
Yeah. That's right. I showed you mine. Want to show me yours?
- You can call me Mr. White. - Right.
From the General Service Administration. So...
- why'd you lock up my people? - That information's classified.
And they're not actually your people.
- I want to go inside. - That's not gonna happen.
You timed this, didn't you, so I wasn't in there?
Do you need help getting home?
This guy. Look at him, huh?
Definitely water polo. [Clicks Tongue]
Thanks for that.
- [Sweets Sighs] - [Rings]
- [Beeps] - Booth, you find out anything?
- Listen, can you talk? Is anyone else there? - Only the good guys.
- All right, put me on speaker. - [Beeps]
- Hey, uh, this is weird, Booth. - How do we know these guys aren't terrorists?
All right, look, they're not terrorists, okay?
They're standard federal issue agents.
Why would the General Services Administration bring in a body?
A standard federal issue cover-up.
This is the first time I have ever been as paranoid as Hodgins.
You're F.B. I. Property. If anyone's gonna lock you up, it's gonna be me.
Why are these guys letting us use cell phones?
Why? Because whatever they're doing, these guys think they're untouchable.
[Beeps]
[Sighs]
Male from the subpubic angle.
Last phase development at costochondral junctions.
Older than 39 at time of death.
This L4 vertebra shows evidence of having been badly compressed.
Ouch! Not even two-thirds normal size. Poor guy was in agony.
Spinal degeneration. Osteoporosis.
[Saroyan] Disease, steroids.
Hard to tell what caused it without doing a bone sample.
Bone graft. Looks like a- a repair to a screw hole.
Huh.
- I count three metal plates. - Indicating multiple corrective surgeries.
Which could help us positively identify these remains.
No, Mr. White told us to regard identification as a zero priority.
I'm not as good as you are at doing what I'm told.
Thank you. We can't check D.N. A...
or take bone scrapings for mass spec.
Samples, particulates- these should go to Hodgins.
Fire in the hole. Hodgins!
Oh. You said "fire in the hole"...
to warn me that you Intended on startling those men.
Like I said, I'm not really the good-soldier type.
Calcification on the left radius.
Could I suggest that cause of death probably won't be found In the extremities?
- Check out this skull. - Well, that would certainly be fatal.
- Blunt-force trauma? - Or high-velocity gunshot.
Was that you? Ah, who knew you could yell Like that?
- Well, she scared the guards. - I find that so hot.
That's all for you.
There are very distinctive marks on the remaining frontal bone.
Like a metal grid scratched across it postmortem.
No tests that degrade the samples.
I'm too young to be a grandmother.
In some cultures, you're old enough to be a great-grandmother.
- But not this one. - I've been cogitating...
on the problem of how to date these bones without compromising them.
I'll take one and compare It to dated bones.
Dr. Brennan, where are you going?
To bone storage. It's in the basement.
[Hacker] So this guy's Government Services Administration I. D...
- said Mr. White. - That's it.
- You recognize him? - No.
- God, I hate these covert guys. - Right. I'm going in.
- No. No, no, you aren't. - Why?
- It's unprofessional in terms of interagency cooperation. - Huh?
- I said it like that so you'd know I wasn't serious. - Right. So you're gonna help me?
- What? Are you serious? No. - Yeah.
- Why? - Not stopping you is not the same as helping you.
But I will help after when you're in some nonexistent C. I.A. Prison, whatever.
Yeah, okay, thanks for the support.
There's a reason I'm the boss when you're plainly the better F.B. I. Agent.
- I'll note that. - I'll poke around for some answers.
- See if I can muddy the waters a little bit. - Great. Okay, thanks, boss.
Yeah. Hey, Booth. You mind telling me why it's so important you get in there?
- They're my people. - Oh, God.
You're gonna prove that you're a better man than I am too? That you care more about your people?
[Sighs] How am I gonna get anywhere with Temperance...
if you keep making me look bad in comparison?
Hey, Sweets.
Hodgins says they're listening to everything we say to each other. Is that true?
- Forget about that. - What, just ignore it? Talk normally?
- Yeah, go ahead. Give your best shot. - Okay.
Well, I made some observations. The big guys barely glance at each other...
but they're ready to respond as a unit easily.
They've either been partnered up for years...
or they've been through some pretty hairy situations together.
Right. Right. So it's an active unit.
Also, they don't respect Mr. White.
When he's not looking, they flick their eyes toward each other.
- Right, they don't like working for him. - Yes. Exactly.
But they treat the body on the gurney with great deference.
- Fallen comrade. - That was my first thought.
Attaboy, Sweets. Attaboy.
[Beeps]
[Door Closes]
Who do you think we've got here- Jimmy Hoffa?
Here, another cloth fiber.
- Wool. - It could be, like, D.B. Cooper, that hijacker.
We're not supposed to conjecture about the identity of the victim.
No, we're not supposed to Investigate.
This is America, baby. We can conjecture all we want.
He does has a good brow line and nice, strong jaw.
I mean, whoever he was he was good-looking.
You should do a reconstruction.
Hair- It's probably human.
- Don't you think they're gonna know what I'm doing? - So what?
Just tell them we need to see what the victim's skull looked like before the damage.
- Did you find anything? - The victim died within months of the Limited Test Ban Treaty.
[Voice Quavering] That was in 1963.
You look like you're about to explode.
Is there, by any chance...
a nick on the right rib somewhere near the third thoracic vertebra?
- Yes. Uh, most likely caused by a transiting bullet. - [Sighs]
Hodgins, you're vibrating.
- [Typing] - One of the fiber samples...
turned out to be pink wool.
The bad back.
A nick from a transiting bullet.
1963.
Walt. Pink wool, as In Chanel?
She never left his side.
Severe head wound.
Oh, my God.
This... is President John F. Kennedy.
Why would they bring us J.F.K.'s remains after all these years?
Because people have a thirst for the truth.
And other people want to make sure that truth is never proclaimed.
- Which are these? - [Brennan] Well, I've been considering-
in what kind of casket was the president buried?
- Mahogany. - That's a good casket.
How could his remains be completely skeletonized?
If the casket was compromised and allowed in oxygen and moisture...
skeletonization could have occurred.
That's naive of us to imagine that Kennedy's remains were ever actually interred at Arlington.
The hair I found? No cuticle or cortex. It's synthetic.
As it happens, after J.F.K. Was shot...
the funeral home tried a cosmetic fix with wig hair, wax...
and a metal mesh holding it in place.
Ahh.
The mesh would explain the crisscross patterns in the skull.
I can't confront Michelle about something this big over the telephone, right?
The fact that you may be investigating the murder of the president of the United States?
- [Knocks] - [Beeping]
No. The fact that she's pregnant.
Oh!
- Booth. - Hiya, Bones.
[Agent Grunts]
Booth?
- Bones? - [Sighs]
- You all right? - Yeah. I can tell you those are a couple of big guys.
[Exhales] Did you figure out who the dead guy is yet?
Hodgins and Cam are convinced that it's John F. Kennedy.
The 35th president of the United States...
who was assassinated on November 22, 1963.
- I know who J.F.K. Is. - Also, Cam is certain that Michelle is pregnant.
Usually, that would be big news, but right now it's not so much. It's J.F. K?
Wait. Was Hodgins the first to say that it was J.F. K?
- Yes. - Then It's not J.F.K.
- Hodgins is an excellent scientist. - Hey, hey, Mr. White.
- How'd you get past the guards? - Uh, sniper training.
They trained me how to walk really, really quietly.
You're now restricted to the building, of course.
Damn. Who saw that coming?
Awkward. Awkward.
- Very awkward. - What's awkward?
- About Michelle. - Oh, I'm gonna call her right now...
and tell her that I need to talk to her as soon as I get out of here.
- About-About the pregnancy test? - She lied to me.
She told me to my face that she wasn't having sex with that boy. She lied to my face.
It's my pregnancy test.
I'm -I'm sorry, Cam. I-I would have told you sooner...
but Hodgins was in the room and-
- Oh, thank God. No, I mean- - It's okay. [Chuckles]
- You all right? - Um...
I'm a- I'm a bit in shock.
- Does Wendell know? - No. [Chuckles] No. No, only you and I know.
And, I mean, really, shouldn't Wendell be the first to know?
But I figured that you- you need to know.
- Because I was freaking out about Michelle. Thank you. - Yeah.
Any luck finding out what's going on?
Nobody knows anything.
Whatever this is, it's locked down pretty tight. Any idea who these guys are?
[Booth] Oh, they took me down in classic Secret Service protocol.
[Hacker] Secret Service? Do yourself a favor.
Don't tell any Reagan jokes or mention the Bush shoe incident. They get really mad.
Right. You have any contacts inside the White House?
Of course I do. I'm extremely well connected. I'm insulted you even asked that question.
Do I have any contacts in the White House?
Great.
Oh.
- Wow. - [Angela] So Wendell should be the first to know.
But you should be the second, and since I told Cam, I-I-I should tell you.
Do I say congratulations?
I don't know. [Chuckles]
I mean, it's not the right time.
- It's not the right guy. - Well, you know, Wendell, uh, he-
- He might rise to the occasion. He's a good guy. - No, I didn't mean that. I mean-
A baby, I mean, you're linked to that person for the rest of your life.
Like way more than if you're married. I mean, you're linked through another human being.
A soul.
Okay, I'm - I'm gonna say congratulations.
Um... not for today...
but for how you're gonna feel about this later on.
Well, I might not even keep it.
You're gonna keep it, Angela.
You always wanted kids.
Lots of them.
[Beeping]
I'm gonna go get the others.
Okay.
[Booth] That Is not J.F.K.
Kennedy was on steroids to treat Addison's Disease.
That's what wrecked his back and adrenals.
Well, that would create a more Cushingold appearance.
You are not permitted to identify the victim.
In order to recreate what happened to the skull, we need to encase it in flesh.
It's totally nondescript, as you can see.
You know who I kinda see?
- Ricky Martin. - Alex Trebek.
- [Saroyan] James Garner. - I see Booth.
- You think that looks like me? - Yes, I do.
I'll be in the bone room looking at the actual skull.
Hey, so, if it was J.F. K...
Angela's facial reconstruction would have shown us this, right?
Facial reconstructions are not photographs, Booth.
There's a wide latitude for interpretation.
There, this could be the point of entry.
The semicircle is beveled. Wider on the inside than on the outside.
- That was the entry? - If- If the victim was shot from the rear, yes.
The beveling is usually like an arrow pointing towards the shooter.
As to the exit, we're missing some skull fragments.
- Maybe they were held back on purpose? - Possibly.
But it's much more likely that they were pulverized...
and scattered by the bullet impact.
Forensic techniques in the early '60s were relatively primitive.
Check above the right temple on the skull or a fragment from there.
Huh. So suddenly you're an expert in ballistics forensics?
That's where J.F.K.'s exit wound was.
Why do you know so much about the Kennedy assassination?
Bones, I'm a trained sniper. How quickly you forget.
Oh, well, you were right about the exit.
Whew. Right. Well, it doesn't mean it's the president.
- People get shot in the head all the time, right? - That's true.
Perhaps Angela can recreate the situation under which this wound occurred.
Or she could recreate J.F.K.'s shooting so we can rule him out, right?
- Oh. - Yeah.
I requested this animation from the Justice Department.
I found a right rear entry with an exit in the right parietal region.
- Kennedy wounds exactly. - Right.
So his head went back and to the left.
Look, heads do all sorts of crazy things when you shoot 'em.
Since this was based on the official record, we can't believe It.
Here we go.
You think there's no way the president of the United States gets murdered...
In public In broad daylight and-and the truth gets covered up?
That's right. It doesn't happen. This is America.
The highest form of patriotism Is to be skeptical of the official truth.
That is why the First Amendment, free speech...
is first in the Constitution you would die to protect.
The lone gunman version is impossible.
The guy in front, John Connally, gets shot 1.6 seconds after Kennedy.
- It's a piece of cake. - With a World War II Italian rifle...
that was older than Lee Harvey Oswald? Come on.
I'm sorry, but have you ever shot a rifle?
- If I had one of those guns right now, I'd show you right now. - You're on.
No one is allowed to leave the Jeffersonian.
No, we don't have to leave.
I know exactly where to find an exact replica of the rifle here at the Jeffersonian.
Great.
- [Sweets] Lee Harvey Oswald's rifle Is In the Jeffersonian? - No. No.
But the F.B. I. Used an exact replica to recreate the assassination.
We've got that down in storage.
They said we have to stay In the lab area.
The janitor's closet is in the lab area. All right.
A couple of years ago, right, I check out the claims of this conspiracy group...
that says that the Jeffersonian was a Masonic construction.
They said that there was a passageway.
Well, it turns out to be true. Check this out.
There's a fake wall in the janitor's closet, covers a ladder.
So, what? We just sneak In one by one, hope they don't see us?
- Yeah. You got a better idea? - [Booth] Sounds good to me.
So I, uh, used the fact that, uh, Mr. White was eavesdropping on us...
- to sow the seeds of discord. - What?
You know, I lodged in his subconscious that his men don't respect him.
Sweets, these guys are pros. You didn't lodge anything or sow any seeds.
[Exhales] Wow. Hope Hodgins's map is accurate.
Okay, so the J.F.K. Investigation stuff is over there.
Okay, I'm gonna say something that's gonna make you think that I'm as paranoid as Hodgins.
Okay.
- This feels like a test to me. - Who's being tested?
I don't know, the men in black suits? Dr. Brennan? Dr. Saroyan? You?
- Me? - Yeah. Maybe even me.
I don't know. It just feels like a test.
Listen, I can't be more specific. Is that it?
01033. This is it.
- There it is. - Is that the actual weapon?
No, it's a perfect replica made by the F.B. I.
- Perhaps the most hated weapon in United States history. - [Gun Cocks]
Uh, Mr. White, yeah, I've done all I can do. So I'm gonna leave the premises.
- I'm sorry. That's impossible. - Well, you can't stop me, because I'm an American.
- So, I've got rights. - [White] I'd rather not hurt you.
Hey, uh, nice job with Bush and the whole flying shoe Incident, by the way.
I want to compliment you on that one. Ohh!
Hey, you want to try me instead of some bigmouth scientist? Huh?
Yeah. I thought so. Come on.
That Bush comment to him, you're lucky he didn't paralyze you for life.
- [Groans] - Easy.
Here's the entry wound close up.
[Brennan] A little circumcircular geometry.
Perpendicular bisectors reveal the center.
And our diameter is-
[Brennan] 6.5 millimeters.
Same caliber as Oswald's rifle.
Hey, guys. Guys, Listen...
I'm gonna need some science, uh, jibber jabber to distract these guys.
- Oh, you know who can do jibber jabber? - Who?
- Me. - Perfect. My lucky day. Come on. All right.
- You want my permission to shoot a cantaloupe? - [Brennan] Yes.
- With my sidearm? - You took away Agent Booth's firearm.
You want our best work? This Is what we do.
And this experiment is essential to cause of death?
Because you have forbidden us from taking samples...
in order to estimate the osteoconductivity...
of the oblique taphonomic remodeling...
pertaining to the midsagittal plane...
a cephalometric transaction, or translation, if you will...
of the intramatrix can be deduced...
by correlating the force displacement values with the osteogenic-
and geogenic- hydrogel nanocomposite we place inside the surrogate.
Which is the cantaloupe?
You understand me perfectly.
- How many bullets? - Just one.
[Slider Clicking]
- We'll be watching. - Bring your popcorn.
[Mouthing Words]
I placed the rifle where Booth could get It.
The president's limo was traveling at approximately 4.5 meters per second.
- How fast is that? - Ten, 11 miles per hour.
Okay, so...
when the lights flash green, it'll be the correct speed, and Booth can fire.
- Ready? - Go!
[White] Twenty minutes after this operation ends...
your career in the Federal Law Enforcement is over.
- Hey, Mr. White, enough. - None of your results will survive.
All this was for nothing.
1.6 seconds exactly.
Case closed. Oswald could have made the shot.
Booth, Oswald was a lousy shot. You're one of the best.
With none of the nerves that an actual assassin would have experienced.
In the lab, no wind, no distractions, aiming at fruit.
Come on, you barely made the shot.
Yeah, I hate to admit this, Booth, but Hodgins Is making a pretty good point.
All he's proving is he made up his mind.
Oswald shot Kennedy. We just proved that.
- Okay? - Booth.
- Yeah? - Simple entry wound here.
If you look closer. There are microfractures radiating from the exit wound...
which suggests It wasn't an exit but an entrance.
- Reverse beveling. - [Brennan] I'm sorry. It's true.
If this is another entry...
from a completely different angle...
then, logically, there was a second gunman.
Two shooters. You know what that proves to me?
Only that there were two shooters.
No, that those remains are not John F. Kennedy.
Why is it so important to you that this not be President Kennedy?
- If it was him, he was killed by two gunmen. - Yes.
And if he was killed by two gunmen, then the government lied. They covered it up.
Throughout history, governments have lied with impunity...
to other governments and to their own citizens.
Booth, does this- does this have anything to do with the fact...
that your ancestor was a famous assassin?
- Bones. - John Wilkes Booth who killed President Lincoln-
You promised you would never mention that. You said that.
- No, you told me not to. I never promised. - [Cell Phone Rings]
- But I promise now. I promise now. - [Beeps]
- So did you find anything? - Did you hear about this congressional committee...
that's trying to get permission to exhume J.F. K?
Why the hell would anybody want to do that?
See if modern forensic methods can tell us anything about the circumstances of his death.
Teddy Kennedy believed in the Warren Commission all the way up to the day he died.
Yeah, and Bobby Kennedy was suspicious right up until the day he was assassinated.
What does that have to do with our friends here in the black suits?
All I was able to find out Is that there are parties...
very interested in the outcome of that congressional hearing.
Booth, are you being held against your will?
- Come on, I can get out if I wanted to. - That's not the question I asked.
I asked you, is an agent of the F.B. I. Being held by persons unknown against his will?
- Yeah, we all are. - Then I find, on behalf of the F.B. I...
- I'm annoyed by their arrogance. - [Beeps]
[Tapping Key]
Hey, uh, I'll have Brennan's analysis of the entry angles up in one second.
- Ange. - Yeah?
- You're gonna have this baby. - I don't know that yet.
Yeah, well, when you do, I've been thinking.
You're gonna try to raise this kid on your own.
Wendell is a very decent guy.
- He's a great guy. - I know.
But he's a struggling grad student...
and you're gonna minimize his responsibilities for his own good.
Geez. Regular Nostradamus there, huh, Hodgins, with predicting the future?
Says the woman who consults a psychic.
My point is, I'm your guy.
What?
I'm your guy.
I love you. I love you.
And I want to help you in whatever way I can.
If-lf you want to move in together...
if-if you want to get married, I'm here for you-
and for the baby-
in whatever role you need.
Okay.
There's calcification on the left radius.
You keep returning to the victim's arm.
The victim didn't die from a little calcification.
Yeah. Even I can tell that two bullets to the head probably did him in.
You two don't understand. Booth is a very patriotic man.
He believes this is the greatest country ever.
Being the best doesn't mean being perfect.
It's naive to think that a country the size and influence of the U. S...
doesn't pursue secret agendas.
The Kennedy assassination wasn't a secret agenda.
It was a black stain, a dark moment in history.
Do you know how many people Booth has shot for his country?
- Well, approximately 50. - Wow. That's a lot of blood to have on your hands.
It's the kind of thing that would keep a person awake at night.
And Booth did that...
because he trusted that it was right, and who did he trust?
The government.
Oh.
If they lied about the murder of a president, they can lie about anything.
Dr. Brennan, Dr. Saroyan, your work Is done. Thank you.
- No, but we're not finished. - The good news is you all get to go home.
Our results are inconclusive at best.
No. There's still unexplained calcification on a radius bone.
In an hour, you'll find that this never happened.
No, but If you didn't want the truth, then what was this all for?
- I have no idea. - No, wait.
Wait. One more piece of analysis and we get the whole truth.
The whole truth is not the point.
Please, pack the remains up for transportation.
Mr. White.
For future reference, you might want to inform your bosses...
that we don't do half-truth here.
Hey. What is this?
You aren't pregnant. When I thought it was Michelle, I re-tested the sample.
I just got the results. It's a false positive.
Uh, well, thank you for this.
So, you found cause of death. You think it's Kennedy. What's left?
- There are loose ends. - How long is it gonna take you to tidy up your loose ends?
The big man always comes through.
Always.
- Those remains ready for transport? - Yeah, there's a problem.
- What are you gonna do? - Give you the time you need in order to find out the truth.
- Ah, Mr. White, how are you? - [Grunting]
- What are you doing, Agent Booth? - You know what?
Your job is to protect the president. My job is to solve murders.
- [Screams] - [Loud Clatter]
- Huh. - What do you got, feeb?
- [Groaning] - Good old American classic on that one, pal.
- Oh, my God. - Man, you Butch Cassidy'd him.
Oh, that was totally ninja. Maybe some anger issues there, but you kicked ass.
[Hacker On Bullhorn] Stand down and drop your weapons!
This facility is officially...
under the jurisdiction of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Oh, man.
Ten seconds earlier I would have been the hero, right?
Booth.
Is that pudding?
Yes. I adjusted the specific gravity...
with a thickening agent to assure the test's efficacy.
But pudding?
- Whoa. Something happened? - Yes.
Uh, one of these bones sank and the other one floated.
- In the pudding? - Yes. The heavy bone is healthy.
The one that's still floating is riddled with osteomylitis.
President John F. Kennedy never had osteomylitis.
Come here.
Wow. You really didn't want this to be J.F.K.
[Chuckles] I know you kept looking because of me.
Thanks, Bones.
Um, I've been speaking with Mr. White here...
from the General Services Administration.
And we've come to the conclusion that any reports we all write should be carefully worded...
as in there shouldn't be any words in it.
No words.
Hiya, Temperance. You look great.
Thank you, Andrew. It's nice to see you again.
Did Booth describe to you how I came crashing in through the front doors to rescue you?
No. I would have liked to have seen that.
You know, I was able to take those guys down because they were not working as a team.
You want to know why? Because Sweets was able to put a worm of a doubt in Mr. White's brain.
Thank you, Booth. But I'm pretty sure that the whole thing was part of some kind of test.
- Who was being tested? - It wasn't a test.
It was the government trying to figure out if modern forensic analysis...
could solve the greatest mystery of all time.
Yeah, but the victim turned out not to be Kennedy.
What if the only part of Kennedy that wasn't Kennedy was that floating arm bone?
Maybe I was being tested, you know...
- after my brain surgery. - Or me.
Come on, guys, if they were testing anybody, it's me.
They think I'm a paranoid conspiracy theorist.
Maybe they were testing me to see if I could run a lab in a professional manner.
Well, you do realize that- all these tests- everybody failed.
Not me. I-I figured out the truth.
There's a congressional committee suggesting that Kennedy be exhumed.
[Saroyan] You mean, we were some sort of dry run?
And that's why we couldn't mark the bones.
Except they weren't Kennedy's bones.
No, they weren't Kennedy's bones.
So, can I get you a cab?
I'm not pregnant.
It was a false positive.
[Chuckles]
Oh. Well, that must be a big relief.
- Yeah. - Everything goes back to normal.
How it was before.
Yeah. Yeah, but, um...
- I-I want to- I want to thank you for- - No. Hey.
Forget it.
I'll never forget it.
Were you aware that J.F.K. Had scarlet fever in childhood?
Hodgins informed me of that fact, yes.
Scarlet fever can cause osteomylitis.
It's very rare.
It can- It can happen in approximately one in a hundred cases.
It's statistically unlikely that it was Kennedy.
You're a good person.
I will never forget what you did for him.
Ooh. I'm oddly energized.
I-I-I should be exhausted, physically and emotionally...
but I-I feel like I could work all day.
Right. You should get home and get to sleep before you fall over, okay, Sweets?
- Okay. - Yeah, head to the pillow.
- I forgot where I parked my car. - Shall we?
[Chuckles] We shall.
You know, you must think I'm crazy for being so happy that it wasn't J.F.K.
I'm very impressed.
You wanted the truth, even if it was going to hurt you.
I learned that from you.
- Really? - Yeah.
I mean, sometimes you have to go with your brain over your gut.
That's nice.
But I'd prefer that you always go with your brain over your gut.
Because your gut cannot think.
Your brain can't digest a breakfast burrito.
- Just the same. To each their own. - [Chuckles]
- To each their own. - Yep.
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