"No, honey, I'm fine." "Never better." "You just, uh, you told me to call after the jump, so here I am." "See?" "You worried for nothing." "Not sure when I'm gonna be home exactly." "Um, things are a little bit up in the air right now." "I'm just, I'm waiting on the other guys." "Nothing!" "Nothing!" "Just, uh, still stoked from the jump is all." "Honey, don't worry, okay?" "I'm fine." "I'm just..." "Peek-a-boo!" "Christine, look." "Mommy's gone." "Peek-a-boo!" "Peek-a-boo!" "What are you doing?" "I don't understand." "She was lunging forward at six months, waving good-bye at seven months." "She routinely masters tasks several months beyond her age group." "Ah, she's brilliant." "Very smart just like her dad." "Mom." "Then she should be able to grasp the conceptual elements of peek-a-boo before the others in daycare." "Is that some kind of, like, baby Mensa requirement or something?" "It demonstrates an infant's ability to understand object permanence." "Peek-a-boo!" "Peek-a-boo!" "Morning." "How is everyone?" "Christine-- she doesn't understand peek-a-boo." "Beg your pardon?" "Peek-a-boo." "Her cognitive recognition skills belie her inability to engage in the game." "Peek-a-boo." "You're scaring her." "Peek-a-boo." "Now you're both scaring her." "Peek-a-boo!" "Peek-a-boo!" "Peek-a-boo!" "Bones, it really is a ridiculous game." "I agree." "It's no hide-and-seek." "The Kazurinsky child loves peek-a-boo and she's one month younger than Christine." "Kazurinsky?" "What does that have to do with anything?" "Booth." "Peek-a-boo!" "Peek-a-boo!" "Right, right." "Okay." "On our way." "So, Mommy and Daddy got to go catch bad guys." "Boom-boom- boom-boom!" "Okay, Uncle Sweets here, right here, this guy?" "He's gonna take you to daycare." "Uncle Sweets?" "I love you even if you can't..." "Peek-a-boo." "Peek-a-boo!" "Okay, Bones?" "Bones, okay, let's go." "Bones, she'll probably be playing poker when we get back." "I'll make sure she plays with the Kazurinsky kid." "Good idea." "Peek-a-boo!" "Nothing?" "Nothing." "What the hell happened here?" "It's quite intriguing." "Well, you're not kidding." "Okay, what the hell is that thing?" "I'm thinking it's Mothman." "Of course you would, bug boy." "All right, Bones, just be careful on that thing." "Take it up!" "So, what do we got here?" "Blood on the passenger seat's been wiped clean." "From more than a cut finger, that's for sure." "Somebody drove a bleeding cocoon here and just took off?" "Yeah." "It makes you long for a simple stabbing, doesn't it?" "Not really." "You know what I'm thinking?" "Reports indicate that Mothman is a flying creature with a ten-foot wingspan and red eyes." "Those witnesses saw what was most likely a sandhill crane, which can grow to be as tall as a man and has red feathers around its eyes." "How do you explain this, huh?" "We could be witnessing the birth of a new species." "Mothman?" "You are a scientist, Dr. Hodgins." "And these remains are undeniably human." "The prominent brow ridge and the slanted frontal bone indicate the victim is a Caucasian male." "It does look human-y." "Sorry to disappoint you." "So perhaps you can find a reasonable, scientific explanation for the cocoon." "What are you gonna do, cut the seats open?" "Someone thought they wiped the blood away from the seat." "Look at this." "Blood." "This is no accident." "You know what?" "The gear shifter's in neutral." "Somebody pushed this car down here." "The car slammed into the boulder, catapulted the whatever-that-is into the tree." "Whoever drove this car really went through a lot of trouble to make it look like an accident, that's for sure." "Whoa!" "What are you doing?" "!" "We have to cut into the cocoon to get to the remains." "We don't even know what we're dealing with yet." "I don't want to hear about Mothman anymore, Dr. Hodgins." "Something spun this cocoon around our victim, okay?" "I'm not saying it's Mothman... yet." "But, you know, until I determine exactly what did do it..." "I won't disturb it." "I'll just cut a small opening to see if I can determine cause of death or any other markers that might be of immediate value." "Just be careful." "Oh, my God." "Dr. Hodgins, can you please get the bugs off my eyes?" "Yeah." "It's difficult to see." "Huh." "Could you, please?" "Right, yes." "I'm sorry." "I think there's a couple more." "Yeah." "Okay, hold on." "♪ Bones 8x11 ♪ The Archaeologist in the Cocoon Original Air Date on January 14, 2013" "♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method == sync, corrected by elderman ==" "♪" "The crashed vehicle was registered to a James Sutton." "James Sutton?" "You know him?" "Yeah." "Adventurer, archaeologist, book-writer," "Temple of Doom guy." "I read his work on the Mayan calendar and end of the world." "Guess what?" "Didn't happen?" "Plus, he misspelled "Mayan" and "calendar," so..." "Well, Sutton's physician provided us with his medical records." "Sutton suffered from chronic sinusitis." "Note the distinctive scalloping." "Now these are the X-rays from our victim's sinuses." "They match." "Why is he wrapped in a shroud?" "Hyphantria cunea-- webworms." "The larvae spin webs over the branches to support them while they consume the foliage." "Ah." "And since Sutton was caught in the leaves, he was encased." "Yeah." "Can you estimate how long ago they started on him?" "Five days, give or take." "Dr. Hodgins?" "Yeah?" "How long is this gonna take?" "Yeah, it's gonna be a while." "Is there an alternative?" "Actually, there is." "Will I be sorry I asked?" "Oh." "I'm sorry I asked if I'll be sorry I asked." "Carry on." "So, I was working up a psych profile on our victim using these." "He likes to read cheesy books." "No, no, no, he likes to write 'em." "Stuff on dinosaurs, Atlantis, magnetic vortexes, the bride of Jesus." "Adventurous type, huh?" "Adventurous types get killed all the time." "Usually by jealous husbands or cannibals in New Guinea." "At what age does a kid master peek-a-boo?" "Okay." "Gear change." "Um..." "If you're asking about Christine..." "Why the hesitation?" "Mmm, it's not about Christine." "Why is it when I ask you something, it's never about what I'm asking you about?" "It's about Dr. Brennan." "Ah, no, Sweets..." "Listen to me:" "she is very competitive, extraordinarily competitive." "If I were her parent, I would be a little concerned about the kind of pressure that that places on a growing child." "Thank you." "You're welcome." "Um, okay, so what Sutton does is he writes these books, and then he tries to sell the artifacts that are front and center, like dinosaur eggs, manuscripts, ancient tools and weapons, fossils, etc." "So, competition is contagious?" "Yeah." "You asked." "Okay, I need a list of people who bought this guy's bogus artifacts." "That's my cue to get the hell out of here." "Why are there still creepy-crawlies on our victim?" "Wait till you see this." "This is gonna be fun." "What is this?" "Crows." "I know what they are." "Why are they here?" "They happen to have a voracious appetite for webworms." "They're fun, right?" "Let me know when I can have my tissue." "Feed, my children, feed." "Okay, that's not funny when you're alone." "Yeah." "No, that was just creepy." "Okay, all right, what is she saying?" "She misunderstood." "She thought James died in motor vehicle accident." "I told her it was not an accident." "Our records show that you only came to the U.S. about a month ago." "Marina and James met in Chechen Republic in village outside of Grozny." "In the mountains." "Lake Kezenoyam." "They got married in Grozny, then came back here to live." "How about you?" "I been in U.S. five years." "First on student visa, then I graduate, find work," "I live in Cleveland." "I came here when" "James is disappeared." "So, what do you do?" "Engineering." "This matters?" "It matters, yeah." "Did your husband say or do anything differently in the past few weeks?" "We brought things back with us from Russia." "James was..." "Anxiety." "Also, um..." "Excited." "It sounds like someone taking a big risk for a big reward." "What did he bring into the country?" "I don't know." "Old things." "My sister is very sad that the man she loved will never know his child." "This is the nicest storage facility I've ever seen." "Well, it's climate controlled, 24-hour security." "You store something here, you care about it." "Whatever Sutton brought back from Russia must have been very valuable." "Let's go find out." "Okay..." "It looks like he worked here, Booth." "Mm." "Hey, Bones-- bones." "Ha." "Get it?" "What are you doing?" "You don't know where that's been." "It's been..." "It's been in Russia." "It's human." "You can tell by licking the bone?" "Because of its porosity, human bone sticks to the tongue while animal bone doesn't." "No, no, no, no." "There's got to be another test." "You don't lick bones." "Who licks bones?" "This place is starting to look like a serial killer's lair." "This must be the manifesto." "No..." "These bones are not the victims of a serial killer." "Oh, what, you can tell that by licking them, too?" "If this documentation is correct, these remains date back to Paleolithic times." "What do you mean, like, dinosaur times?" "No, Booth." "Homo sapiens and dinosaurs never co-existed, but... these remains are thousands of years old." "Thousands?" "This is an amazing find." "According to the victim's notes, all the remains were found at the same dig site near Lake Kezanoi in Chechnya." "So, Dr. Sutton might not have been such a hack after all." "Just because he had them, doesn't mean he knew their importance." "All of his notes are well organized." "I think he knew exactly how valuable they are." "Why are you even here, Dr. Edison?" "He's the resident anthropologist in charge of ancient remains." "I told him to take the remains back to his lab." "But this could be a very important find." "And since I have written extensively on ancient remains and was recognized by the Cambridge Archaeological Society for my work on the Lagar Velho finds," "I should be examining these." "But we have a murder to solve, Dr. Brennan." "Crime: you;" "ancient history: me-- remember?" "Yes, but I would think you would want nothing more than my expertise." "And I'm well aware you would think that." "But I don't want to take you away from your murder." "Could you please pack these up and take them down to 407 in the Anthropology suite, please." "No, I don't believe this." "I taught you." "And I'm very grateful." "I promise, you'll be thanked when I publish." "The tests on the remaining tissue showed no signs of contusions." "Excuse me?" "Our murder victim." "From this millennium." "Fine." "But I just I hope that I'm available when Dr. Edison needs help." "Hey." "Hi." "I'm almost done." "Just removing the last of the particulates that I found." "Where's Dr. B?" "Oh, in her office, trying to accept that Dr. Edison is in charge of the old bones." "Oh." "Yeah." "She'll be okay." "Yeah, that's not true." "I know." "She's very competitive." "You think?" "Clark has no idea what he's getting himself into." "Now, Dr. Brennan knows the boundaries." "Do you really believe that?" "Absolutely." "Not." "Can we get back to the murder?" "It's so much easier to deal with." "Right, so, I found some particulates embedded in the scraping wound on the back of the ribs." "Any idea what it is?" "Well, no." "Dr. Brennan thought that there was evidence that animals might have gotten to the remains, so maybe they left them." "I'll run it through the mass spec and..." "Oh, man." "Clark says that he needs me." "I don't want to get in between him and Dr. Brennan." "And you also have particulates to analyze, don't you?" "Right." "Yes." "Good." "Thank you." "I'm on it." "The last appointment that Sutton had before he died was with his publisher." "Hey, look, maybe she can give us something." "Dr. Edison is going to make a fool of himself without my help." "Right, okay, are you even listening to me?" "What?" "Oh, wow, okay." "I guess not." "Look, it's Clark's job." "It's Clark's job, not yours." "Just let it go." "Do you think it's right not to have the best person analyze the remains?" "Maybe you're afraid that he'll do just fine without you?" "Excuse me?" "I'm just saying, it's, you know, is this about the bones or is this about you?" "I believe they are one and the same." "Does that apply to Christine, too?" "What, are you saying that I use Christine to make myself look good?" "Oh, your words, not mine." "I am just saying that Clark might do things his own way and the same holds true for Christine." "Shouldn't we be focusing on the case?" "That's a good idea." "These books Sutton wrote are dreadful." "What publisher would allow such inaccuracies?" "Well, I'm thinking one that wanted to make money off a modern-day Indiana Jones, huh?" "It's all about the cash." "I still can't believe" "Jim's dead." "We fixed time of death at three days ago." "When was the last time you spoke to him?" "Um, about a month ago." "He called from Grozny, said that he had made an important find." "We were supposed to talk about it last Friday." "Did he say exactly what it was that he found in Chechnya?" "No." "But he was very excited, and he said that he was finally going to be able to publish something of real scientific merit." "So he knew that his previous books were sensationalistic nonsense." "Bones." "We preferred to view them as an accessible way for the public to get introduced to archaeology." "But an entire book on fossilized dinosaur eggs?" "It was quite successful in the youth market." "The profits from these books, did they pay for his expeditions?" "Not exactly." "What he would do is feature an artifact in the book and then sell it." "Tell you the truth-- it was almost always to the same guy." "Who was this man?" "All I know is he's a businessman in Texas." "I never got his name." "And these artifacts were legal?" "I don't know." "I have absolutely nothing to do with that part of the business." "25,000 years, you'd think that they'd just have a fire pit." "Homo sapiens already had tens of thousands of years of working with fire." "The stones found at the site indicate a domed hearth." "This is all just becoming so real." "I just want to put faces on them all." "Well, the skulls are there for you." "My paper would definitely be enhanced with illustrations." "Hi, Angie." "I got your text." "What are you doing here?" "Making history live, and you are gonna help." "Oh, um..." "I'd rather not get between Clark and Dr. Brennan." "Hodgins, we just need to know the plant and insect life in the Northern Caucasus 25,000 years ago." "Wait a minute." "Wait." "Are you actually afraid of Brennan?" "Yeah." "More than you are of me?" "Epigaea gaultheroides was common, as was Betula medwedewii." "Could you put that in the binder?" "Mm-hmm." "We tracked down the guy that Sutton sold his artifacts to." "Wayne Wilson." "Texas oil money, spends a lot of time in D.C." "Wilson is a fundamentalist;" "he's the sole support of the country's largest Creationist museum." "So, what, are you saying he's one of those guys who believes that the world is, what, 6,000 years old?" "And yet he routinely bought artifacts from Sutton that were way older." "Why would a true believer buy artifacts that he refuses to believe even exist?" "Perhaps he suffered a crisis of faith." "The psychological stability of the true believer rests entirely on a superior posited authority." "Now, if that authority is removed or questioned..." "The guy goes wacky." "I was gonna use a more technical term." "That's why I interrupted you." "All right, look." "According to Sutton's e-mails," "Wilson funded his entire trip and was getting angry 'cause Sutton wouldn't turn over the bones." "All right, I tell you what." "You to talk to Wilson, do your shrinky thing." "See if he, you know, flipped out." "Gonna do my shrinky thing." "Go." "These conifers would have provided cover so that the fire wouldn't be seen by predators." "Width of distal epiphyses is 3.74 centimeters." "Dr. Brennan." "Hi." "You know, I was just leaving." "There would be a shelter next to the hearth made from branches and animal skins with a ground cover made of leaves." "I know." "We were just getting that stuff..." "And moss should be used in the fire as well as wood." "I was told that you found particulates in the scraping wound on the rib, Dr. Hodgins?" "Yes, yeah." "Dried tissue." "Some kind of hide." "Um, I'm assembling a list of potential objects that could be made from it." "Seems to me you're gardening." "We are in the middle of a murder investigation, Dr. Hodgins." "It's my fault." "I'm sorry." "I begged him." "Look, this is becoming an extraordinary find." "I've discovered the remains of four..." "No need to explain to me, Dr. Edison." "Crime is my domain;" "this is yours." "I know, but as a fellow anthropologist," "I thought you would be interested to know that these remains are both Neanderthal and Homo sapien." "In the same site?" "No, I don't think so." "These pieces are from a skull of a Homo sapien male." "And we have the os coxae and various metacarpals and phalanges of a Homo sapien female." "And the rib and femur of a Neanderthal male." "This is remarkable." "And I have the femur, mandible, humerus, and skull of a female child, approximately three years old." "Yeah, it's very sad." "She was only a toddler." "Do you know what this means?" "Homo sapiens and Neanderthals living together in the same cave, using the same resources." "Look at you two, sharing." "It's beautiful." "Mixed tribe cohabitating." "This is unprecedented." "Oh, and I do plan on crediting you, Dr. Brennan." "In a secondary capacity, of course." "I believe it is I who will be crediting you in a secondary capacity, Dr. Edison." "Excuse me?" "The injury to the parietal was caused by a blow with a sharp weapon." "This Homo sapien was murdered, which is a crime." "So these bones are now mine." "Virus has plagued the human race from the very beginning, before language, before fire." "It is the source of the Cain and Abel myth." "Yes, violence sucks, but what sucks even more is that the most fascinating thing that's ever happened to me in my career turns out to be a mere crime." "So you agree the investigation of this crime should fall to me." "Oh, you would like that, wouldn't you?" "Yes!" "That's why I suggested it." "The crimes you solve are just mere current events." "This is history." "Are you able to define the exact moment at which current events become history?" "Yes. 100 years." "You just made that up on the spot." "This happened over 25 millennia ago, Dr. Brennan!" "Even you can't count that as "current events."" "It does in geologic terms." "Well, luckily, neither one of us is a geologist." "Well, as it happens, I had a paper published" " by the Geological Society of America." " And I've had two published by Geophysical Systems." "Which is for dilettantes and amateurs." "Oh, really?" "Whoa, whoa, stop, stop." "What is going on here?" "Well, Dr. Brennan here feels that because these ancient individuals died in a violent manner, that somehow it's a forensic concern." "And Dr. Edison feels that history began 100 years ago." "What?" "That's not even an accurate representation of my meaning!" "You can stop all this by simply declaring this a homicide." "Oh, no, she can't." "Yes, I can." "It's a technicality, but we live in a world of technicalities." "World of technicalities." "But..." "I'm not gonna do that." "Clark can keep the bones here." "Dr. Brennan can have access, No." "and if either one of you says another word," "I'm gonna rule in favor of the other." "Now drop the egos and figure out what happened to this poor caveman." "Could you believe she just called him a caveman?" "Unforgivable, but I'm not saying anything else until I'm completely certain she's gone." "I can hear you." "Damn." "Mr. Wilson, how long ago was the earth created?" "I believe you're asking me if I believe in the Book of Genesis, which I do." "Mm-hmm, so 6,000 years?" "According to the Bible." "Scientists tell us that the universe is 13 billion years old and the earth four and a half billion years old." "Who you gonna believe?" "God or a bunch of scientists?" "You own an oil company?" "Does God tell you where to dig or do you count on a bunch of scientists to tell you?" "Oh." "I get what's happening here." "What's happening here?" "The FBI sent a psychologist to ask me questions because they want to know if I'm a religious fanatic." "Well, I know that you're religious, sir." "What I'm trying to figure out is if your religious convictions led you to kill James Sutton." ""Fear them not therefore:" ""for there is nothing covered" ""that shall not be revealed, and hid that shall not be known."" "Book of Matthew." ""Thou shalt not murder."" "Deuteronomy." "I keep the commandments, Dr. Sweets, all ten of them." "You bought these fossilized dinosaur eggs from Sutton." "Correction:" "I bought those rocks from Mr. Sutton." "You also bought this figurine that Sutton found in northern Germany dated at approximately 32,000 years." "Who doesn't like a pretty girl?" "Plus, I love history." "I own a museum." "None of the artifacts you bought from Sutton made it in your museum." "It's my museum, Dr. Sweets." "I decide what does and does not get into it." "Do you destroy the items that contradict your creationist views, or do you simply lock them away where they can't do any harm?" "We all do what we can do to make the world a better place." "You fronted Sutton money to go to Chechnya because he was after bones that were 25,000 years old." "They call it the Chechen Republic now." "Right, now Sutton refused to sell you what he found and for which you'd already paid, probably because he knew that you'd destroy them or lock them away." "He stole from me." "That's a fact." "The Bible calls lying" ""bearing false witness," right?" "So I have to ask, did God tell you to kill James Sutton?" "You know what God is telling me right now?" "To get a lawyer?" "See there?" "The word of God is audible to all of those who listen." "Why are you so depressed?" "You run out of your marshmallows?" "Well, my happy tribe theory is kaput." "The Homo sapien male was clearly murdered by a Neanderthal axe." "What have you got there?" "My sketches of people who lived 25,000 years ago." "Wow, these are good." "You can see us in them." "Yeah." "We could be looking at our own family, right?" "No." "Because this family stopped here?" "Yes." "You don't know that." "There could have been a brother out hunting that day or a sister gathering nuts and..." "I don't actually know what people did for a living back then, so..." "This is wrong." "No, I don't think so." "This child is way too short for a Homo sapien three-year-old, especially compared to the height of the two Homo sapien parents." "Well, I got the measurement from you, Clark, so if anybody's wrong, I think it was you." "The only way a Homo sapien child could be this short and stocky is if she inherited traits from..." "Oh, my God." "Wh-What?" "The shorter, thicker tibia is more suited to a Neanderthal than a human, which can only mean that..." "That the child is Neanderthal." "Half Neanderthal." "Well, yeah, but then her father isn't her father." "This is her father." "See, that's not..." "I mean, I don't think that..." "I'm freaking out right now." "Is this a new thing?" "Yeah, Angela." "This is a new thing." "Dr. Brennan?" "Yes?" "You seem to be looking at both Sutton's remains and his notes." "That's accurate." "Those are two different cases." "One's a murder from a few days ago." "The other is a murder from 25,000 years ago." "Yes." "Dr. Brennan, I know the Neanderthal case is historic and exciting, but this man was murdered, and he left behind a widow and a fatherless child." "I think we should find out who did it." "I've catalogued the injuries to the ribs and spine." "Yes, there are traces of animal tissue in the bone." "When I was in the Maldives," "I examined the remains of a woman who'd been tied to a tree and whipped for cheating on her husband." "You think the animal tissue is leather?" "Yes, I believe that approximately two months before he was killed, Dr. Sutton was flogged." "I think I found it." "Ouch." "Yeah, I got this from the Russian history room." "It's called a knout in English, pronounced "ka-noot" in Russian." "Here's an interesting fact." "Most Germanic languages still pronounce the silent K." "So knight is "ka-night," knife is "ka-nife."" "Fascinating." "So you think this is what Sutton was beaten with?" "Flogged." "Oh, yeah." "The tissue was a tanned hide." "Leather?" "Um, yeah, it was from a Siberian musk-ox." "Now, I ran it through the isotopic mass spec and was able to isolate the geographic origin to the Chechen Republic in Russia." "That's the area where his dig was." "Yeah, what did you find?" "Well, I have tissue samples from his back." "There's scarring on them that indicates that the flogging took place about two months ago." "Which would definitely place him in Chechnya." "The areas of impact on the flesh are pale with abrasions, bruising along both sides." "It's amazing that he survived a beating like this." "His wife was pregnant." "He had something to live for." "I'm surprised your brother didn't come with you this time." "He's working." "Mrs. Sutton, I know this is difficult, but telling us what happened to your husband might help us find who killed him." "Are you in danger?" "No, no, no." "You know, he was flogged." "He was whipped, you understand?" "Who did that to him?" "Our son will be named Valentine." "Is that name significant in some way?" "Yes, it is a family name." "My family is, um..." "I'm sorry." "I don't understand." "Do things the old way." "Oh, traditional." "Okay, your family didn't want you to marry a foreigner, but you're pregnant." "Your father had Sutton whipped." "We got to Grozny." "Hide." "James, when he gets better, we come here, to America." "Now, is it possible that your father followed you here?" "No." "I have dishonored my family." "I am dead to him, and now I can't go home." "And James is gone." "May I help you, Dr. Brennan?" "Dr. Edison, no." "I knocked, but I haven't touched anything." "It's okay." "You can examine anything you want." "I should have spotted it earlier, but apparently I was too busy competing with you to really see anything." "The child's large, pronounced brow ridge is characteristically Neanderthal while the radius and ulna appear to be Homo sapien." "I was stunned myself." "I thought Angela made a mistake." "Not Angela." "This was an inter-species family, the first of its kind, and I didn't take the time to notice." "Yeah, but you trained me to..." "Congratulations belong to you, deservedly so, Dr. Edison." "Thank you." "It's no wonder Sutton didn't want to give these up." "I know." "I never thought I'd be part of a discovery like this." "Well, you probably wouldn't if you hadn't been trained so well." "I'll let you get back to work." "Okay." "Initially, I thought all of these markings came from predators, but look at this." "The nick on the coracoid process." "That's not from a predator?" "The teeth would have to be very small." "And young predators don't usually feed with adults." "The adults bring the food back to them." "This injury had to have been caused by a weapon of some kind." "The coracoid process could only be exposed if the arm was raised." "As if the victim were warding off an attack." "The first blow must have been to the scapula." "Which caused this indentation here." "Then the victim turns to face the assailant, raises his arm in a defensive posture..." "The murder weapon nicks the coracoid process, then travels downward into the armpit, slicing the axillary artery." "He died of exsanguination." "Exsanguination." "A completely severed axillary would pump about 100ccs of blood per heartbeat." "At that rate, the victim would have lost consciousness in less than 30 seconds." "And died in under a minute." "Dr. Brennan, I do believe we found cause of death." "Yes." "Together." "So, you were VDV in the Russian Army?" "I'm a patriot." "So?" "That's like our Special Forces." "I'm sure you were taught how to target major arteries in hand-to-hand combat?" "I know how to defend myself." "Right." "According to your bank account, there's some major withdrawals in the past three months." "One bigger than the other." "You like to gamble?" "I play the horses once in a while." "Yeah, I know." "I've been there." "When you bet, you lose, you get desperate." "You bet more just to get that rush." "I don't know what you're talking about." "No?" "I mean, you were broke two weeks ago." "Then you get this." "Electronic transfer from a Russian bank for $20,000." "Someone paid off an old debt." "It's possible." "I could see that, but do you want to hear my theory?" "I'm thinking you come here and you want to make it big." "But you fall into debt, so what do you do?" "You go to Daddy to bail you out, and he agrees on one condition." "To restore the family honor, you had to take out your sister's husband." "You shouldn't talk about my family like that." "I can see that family means a lot to you." "You would do anything to protect their honor, am I right?" "I know my rights." "And I don't have to talk to you anymore." "So the nick to the coracoid process revealed microscopic fibers of a dyed and coated linen." "Parts of the victim's clothing?" "No, because... the linen has been suffused with polyurethane." "I don't know what that means." "Well, it's..." "I know what it means, obviously." "What I don't understand is its significance." "Bookbinding." "How could a book cut through the muscle tissue and sever a major artery?" "I guess we're looking for something that's covered in bookbinder's linen that's sharper than a book." "That is correct." "I know what killed James Sutton." "Wh-wha..." "Would you care to share it with me?" "I have to get Booth." "Nope, yeah, okay." "I'll just find out later." "Just because I don't have an alibi does not mean that I killed Jim." "Doesn't exactly clear you either." "These books." "What about them?" "They cover a wide range of topics that would've been useful" " in this killing." " Really, like what?" "This book is about how to commit the perfect murder." "Why would you publish something like that?" "It's written by a man on death row." "How could he possibly be an expert on the perfect murder?" "Hmm." "What else we got here?" "Oh, oh, look at this." "You missed one, Bones." "How to Remove Stains." "There's blood on the floor here." "I bet it says to use bleach on blood." "That doesn't work." "You publish trash." "I cut my foot on a rock in the garden." "It bled a lot." "I estimate about two liters." "Two liters-- I'm surprised you didn't pass out." "Okay, I'm sorry." "The bookends-- they come in pairs?" "I only ever had one." "Really?" "Not in this picture you didn't" "I see two." "This is a likely match for the indentation on the posterior surface of Sutton's scapula." "So you're saying that I killed Jim with a bookend?" "That's ludicrous." "DNA will tell us if the blood on the floor matches Sutton's." "It's only a matter of time." "You come clean with us," "I'll tell the judge you cooperated." "When he called me from Russia, I could hear it in his voice." "Something changed." "He'd fallen in love." "Oh, no." "It was never about her." "We were a team." "Until he decided to publish in some ridiculous journal for no pay." "and leave me out of it." "He betrayed me." "He wanted to be taken seriously as an archeologist, which is a very high calling." "You should've let him have that." "Well, you're under arrest for the murder of Dr. James Sutton." "Hello, everybody." "We are extremely gratified that there are so many people who are interested in what happened 25,000 years ago." "Even the FBI is interested." "It was a crime." "Well, FBI's all about crime, so can we get going here?" "But I think this is Clark's story to tell." "Dr. Edison." "Okay, all right, yes, uh..." "Are you gonna let Clark have all this glory?" "He put it together." "I only helped." "Dr. Hodgins, would you stand in for the Neanderthal father?" "Yes." "Dr. Saroyan," "Would you be the Homo sapien mother?" "And, um..." "No." "No?" "Don't even think about it." "Okay, Dr. Sweets, would you be our interloper?" "Okay." "All right, gentlemen," "Could you go this way and I'll call you when I need you." "It was a warmish morning in the late fall in the foothills of the Caucasus Mountains." "Excuse me..." "if I may?" "Oh, boy." "How do you know it was a warmish morning?" "Uh, spores and fungi tell us that it was a very warm autumn." "Ha, bug boy." "Mom was grinding acorns into paste between rocks." "The grinding rocks were a part of Sutton's find, as were some acorn husks." "A very warm autumn." "Yes." "Now, there was a little girl, only three years old who was sleeping under some skins here in the shelter." "Which is our cue for Dad to come in with dinner." "Right, good." "Hark, I bring thee meat with we thus shall feast upon and..." "Hey, honey, it's not Shakespeare." "Right, yes, good, sorry." "Um, um, rah, caveman." "Please don't say "caveman." Please don't say "caveman."" "This is not a family like others." "They were outcasts." "This family lived apart because they were not accepted." "Time for the interlope." "What do I do?" "Throw your spear at Dad." "Why?" "We found a greenstick fracture on the father's left ninth rib that is consistent with the ballistic trajectory of a thrown weapon." "Homo sapiens were the first to throw a spear at their prey rather than simply jab at it." "Well, Homo sapiens can go straight to hell then." "Oh, everyone in this room's Homo sapien." "Not me-- I'm Neanderthal." "Mom then attacked the interloper with her grinding stone." "fracturing his left humerus." "He then retaliated by striking her in the face, and down Mom went with a broken jaw and very likely a crushed larynx, but her actions gave Dad time to pick up his stone hatchet and strike the interloper." "Dude, lie down." "You're dead." "I'm not gonna lie down." "Well, you should." "I just split your skull wide open." "Okay, all right, we got it." "The bad guy is dead." "What happened next?" "As I was saying, the interloper was killed instantly." "The father bled out in less than three minutes." "What happened to the mother?" "Her larynx was crushed." "She suffocated to death." "Okay, but the little girl-- she was okay, right?" "No, actually, she was only three years old, and..." "She was all alone." "What the hell?" "Why didn't the other villagers take her in?" "Because she was half-Homo sapien and half-Neanderthal." "No one wanted her." "The lines of arrest on the child's teeth indicate that she starved to death." "Wow, so you're saying the world's first hate crime ended with the starvation of a little girl?" "No, Booth, it doesn't end in hate." "No, before he died, Dad crawled over to the mom where they died together, and then..." "The little girl's last action was to come over... and lie down with her parents." "Which is how" "Sutton found the bones." "Together." "You know that was really nice of you to let" "Clark have his moment, Bones." "Well, I'm a very nice person." "Yes, you are, but you know what?" "You're very nice." "You're gonna work on your modesty now." "Well, I am being modest because I actually did something even nicer." "Oh, really?" "What was that?" "I told Clark to replace my authorship credit with Dr. James Sutton-- that way, one day" "Sutton's son will see what a great discovery he made." "You're right: it was very nice." "I don't want to pass my failings onto Christine, Booth." "What failings?" "Hyper-competitiveness, arrogance, insensitivity to the feelings of others." "You know what?" "Thumbs-up for self-realization there, Bones." "Actually, two thumbs up." "You should make a similar effort." "What?" "Not to pass on your failings." "Whoa, whoa, whoa." "What do you mean?" "What failings?" "Oh, it's time for bed." "Now, wh-what failings?" "You know." "We're gonna have a bath." "We'll get your jammies on." "What, is this because I won't walk under ladders?" "We'll have some milk, wash your hair." "Oh." "What is it, my sweet tooth?" "Yeah." "So I like to have a beer every once in a while in the bathtub." "What's so bad about that?" "What failings?" "== sync, corrected by elderman ==" "What's that mean?"