"(crickets chirping)" "No, look, just tell all the dudes that Rachel will be here, dressed as a sexy nurse." "Because, look, if Rachel shows up, all the guys will show up." "If all the guys show up all the girls show up-- it's simple math." "Dude... seriously, is this where you think the keg should go?" "I mean, where else would I put it?" "You put it up top, so it's hard to get to." "Makes the beer last longer." "Yeah, but I saw a rat come out of the floor over there, earlier." "It's a Halloween party." "Just think of the rats as decoration, you know?" "See?" "It's perfect." "(floorboards crack, man screams, groans)" "(gasps) Preston!" "Are you okay?" "(Preston grunting with effort)" "What?" "(both guys shrieking)" "Oh!" "Ow!" "Okay, we are not running out of candy this year." "I got about 15 pounds." "BRENNAN:" "Booth!" "You know how I feel about candy!" "Do you know how bad it is for children's endocrine systems?" "Come on!" "It's Halloween, all bets are off." "Besides, I mean, look at this as, uh, an insurance policy, right?" "I mean, last year, we ran out of candy, you started passing out raisins, and then we ended up getting our house egged." "Whoa!" "What is that?" "Is that a brain?" "I am making edible props for Christine's Halloween party at school." "Last year, Olivia's mom brought plastic eyeballs, which were completely unrealistic, so..." "I concocted some brains out of agar gelatin and food dye." "Oh, so that's, like, edible!" "Look at that, it's like Jell-O!" "Mmm!" "Oh!" "Booth!" "Huh?" "That was a model!" "That's an actual brain" "I brought back from the lab!" "(retching):" "Aah!" "Oh!" "God!" "Got ya." "(laughs)" "What do you mean, got me?" "I was pranking you." "As is the tradition for this time of year." "Aha, right, okay." "So that's how it is." "Yes, and you fell for it." "You really believed that was a brain?" "Ugh!" "Okay, all right." "This does not end here." "(phone chirps) Oh." "Actually..." "I'm afraid it does." "BOOTH:" "Who throws a kegger in a church?" "That's sacrilegious." "No, quite the opposite." "All Hallow's Eve is a religious festival that employs humor and ridicule to... confront the power of death." "BOOTH:" "What about the body under the floorboards?" "BRENNAN:" "Murder is never humorous." "Unlike my prank, which was objectively hilarious." "Okay, laugh it up there, okay, squint girl, huh?" "Okay, so what do we got here?" "Oh, I found no fluids surrounding the corpse." "So the body must've exsanguinated before being brought here." ""Sang-uin-ated." Okay." "Any idea when?" "Well, these are Staphylinidae." "They're punctual little fellas." "Means the victim's been dead for two to three days." "Oh!" "Whoa, whoa!" "What's with the demon eyes?" "Michael Vincent, he flushed my lenses, so these are all I had." "Right, I mean, of course you have demon prescription lenses." "Right?" "You don't?" "Just change them up as soon as you can, okay, Beelzebub?" "BRENNAN:" "The small mastoid processes and the less-pronounced supraorbital ridge indicate the victim was female." "SAROYAN:" "And based on the elasticity of the epidermis, she couldn't have been over 30." "BOOTH:" "What I want to know is why the killer dumped her in this church." "Well, the killing could be ritualistic." "You guys are gonna want to look at this." "BOOTH:" "What do we have over here?" "HODGINS:" "Check this out." "Is this a door?" "BRENNAN:" "Looks like a mortsafe." "SAROYAN:" "What's that?" "A mortsafe was an iron coffin." "They used it in order to try and prevent grave-robbing." "Does anyone know what that symbol means?" "Could be initials." "Possibly corresponding to a family name." "We'll need to bring this to the lab for further analysis." "SAROYAN:" "Someone opened it recently." "Okay, what do you say we open that up there?" "BRENNAN:" "Ooh!" "Oh!" "BRENNAN:" "Judging from the style and condition of the uniform, this body likely dates from the 18th century." "Judging from the movies I've seen, this is a British Redcoat." "BRENNAN:" "Your methodology is imperfect, but I'm inclined to agree." "SAROYAN:" "And what happened to his head?" "HODGINS:" "It's definitely not in here." "BOOTH:" "One mystery at a time, here, okay?" "My question is what do these two bodies have to do with each other?" "HODGINS:" "Whoa!" "Oops." "Happy Halloween." "♪ Bones 11x05 ♪ The Resurrection in the Remains Original Air Date on October 29, 2015" "♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method" "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man" "♪ ♪" "BRENNAN:" "I pulled the most amusing prank on Booth this morning." "You pulled a prank?" "Yes, and he fell for it." "I convinced him that a gelatinous brain mold" "I made for Christine's school was an actual human brain after he'd taken a bite." "Well, I would've loved to see his face." "Based on the subpubic angle, this victim was male." "Length of femur indicates he was close to six feet." "Oh, that is unusual for a man of his era." "HODGINS:" "His redcoat uniform is the real deal." "It's made from genuine wool broadcloth." "Check out the warp and the weft." "Two of my all-time favorite words." "Yeah, with good reason." "They tell me that this fabric was made on a preindustrial loom." "BRENNAN:" "Deterioration to the sternal rib ends indicate he was close to 50." "I see no conclusive cause of death." "Other than having his head cut off?" "Well, preliminary tox says that there were significant traces of mercury and arsenic on our headless victim." "He was poisoned?" "Not necessarily." "Both those substances were commonly used for embalming." "These remains are admittedly fascinating, but I must remind everyone that we are examining them in order to shed light on a more recent set of remains." "There's significant trauma to the sphenoid, nasal bones, and both zygomatics." "Looks like she paid a lot of attention to her appearance." "Pink belt, pink shoes." "SAROYAN:" "The nails are intact." "The manicure is still perfect." "Looks like a real junior miss." "Which begs the age-old question." "What's a girl like her doing with a guy like him?" "Hey, I did a facial reconstruction of the victim, but the skull was so damaged, that I-I couldn't find a match." "Maybe it's 'cause we made some incorrect assumptions." "Oh..." "Is that an ear?" "An ear with a lot of holes in it." "I sent you the file." "Oh." "That's a lot of piercings for somebody who dressed like Mary Sunshine." "Exactly, and that's not the only thing that doesn't fit." "Pull up the next picture." "Her hair was recently stripped and then dyed blond, but you can still see some of the magenta underneath." "Okay, so magenta hair, plus a bunch of piercings?" "Not exactly what we thought we were looking for." "Let me change the hair color, and add some studs." "SAROYAN:" "Look at that." "Sarah Lippman." "26." "She was a medical student." "Reported missing yesterday." "Tremendous loss for the program." "Sarah's gonna be hard to replace." "She was third-year, and she was quite good." "Right, a loss to the program." "It's tragic." "Obviously, it was a personal loss as well." "Goes without saying." "So, do you remember anything, uh, different about her recently?" "In what way?" "Well, her appearance for one." "She'd gotten rid of her facial piercings." "Changed her hair color." "Oh, that." "I see that all the time when the residents are applying for fellowships." "If they want people to call them Doctor, they'd better look the part." "That's her boyfriend Joel Brown or so I understand." "We can go in there?" "Yeah." "Thanks." "Okay, class, what do you say-- whoa!" "Great, a lot of bodies here" " Joel Brown?" "Uh, do you mind?" "We're closing a patient." "Lot of bodies here." "He can wait." "BOOTH:" "What do you say we step away from the cadaver there." "We need to talk to you about Sarah Lippman." "Oh, God." "Yeah, she was found, uh, dead late last night." "Oh, God, I'm sorry, Joel." "What can I do?" "You can give us a minute." "We need to speak with your friend." "Let's step outside." "Come on." "You continue..." "with the bodies." "When was the last time you saw Sarah?" "A few days ago." "Right, but you didn't you report her missing till yesterday?" "Yeah, our schedules right now are insane." "Um, 48 on, 48 off." "She wasn't answering my calls but I," "I thought she was just catching up on some sleep, just like we all do." "But then she didn't show up for class." "And you two were doing okay?" "We know that she'd just gone through a big change recently." "You mean her look, um..." "Yeah, I think I was finally starting to rub off on her." "What do you mean?" "People always thought we were kind of an odd couple." "Um, she was kind of dark." "And I'm the good Catholic boy." "But... it worked." "So, you know of nothing that would've led to this?" "Uh, nothing." "And over the last few weeks," "Sarah was happier than she'd ever been." "Take heed, young Squintern." "The bugs know best." "Okay, I'll bite-- how?" "Well, I ran some threads from our headless friend's uniform through the mass spec." "It turns out that the dye came from Cochineal beetles." "They had to crush thousands of these guys in order to make enough dye for a single coat." "That sounds pretty labor intensive." "Yeah, it is, and therefore, expensive." "Which means that this headless corpse was a high-ranking British officer." "Why was this one buried under a church in the middle of nowhere?" "AUBREY:" "Okay, this is Sarah Lippman's locker." "We got, uh, change of clothes, some textbooks" "Whoa." "BOOTH:" "What?" "Wait a second." "What is this-- a book of witchcraft?" "BOOTH:" "Yeah." "I recognize that symbol-- that was on the iron coffin." "The mortsafe?" "That is not a coincidence." "I now recognize this symbol is the Nordic rune, Uruz." "Its presence on both the coffin and our victim's book suggests some sort of link." "Exactly-- pagan symbols, a headless corpse, Halloween?" "Is it just me, or is something otherworldly going on here?" "WOMAN:" "That sounds like our department." "Who are you?" "And what are you doing in my laboratory?" "Is there a cosplay competition going on that I wasn't invited to?" "Do I look as though I have just beamed from the planet Vulcan?" "No, I wear these clothes to honor the men who fought so this country could be born." "Mm-hmm, okay." "Dude, I like it." "I'm Agent Abbie Mills of the Westchester field office FBI, and this is..." "My name is Ichabod Crane, of the Hudson Valley Historical Society." "We hear you have a headless body on your hands." "It may be connected with a series of unsolved homicides." "That body is material evidence in our ongoing murder investigation." "It's not going anywhere." "This is about solving a case in Sleepy Hollow." "We're not leaving without those bones." "So get a load of this." "I've been going through the Sleepy Hollow case files-- dozens of missing persons, multiple decapitations." "Bastards even got the sheriff." "I thought small town living was supposed to be safe." "So we gonna help 'em?" "Well, you know, we kind of have to." "Look, Bones is not gonna like this." "Besides, have you taken a look at Agent Mills' case?" "Oh, yeah." "Ex-cop." "Great conviction rate." "But, I mean, what is with that partner of hers?" "What kind of parent gives their kid a weird name like Ichabod?" "It probably scarred him for life." "It's a little unusual." "But most names are." "You got a problem with that?" "Oh, right." "I forgot." "Nothing weird about the name Seeley." "Kid next door was named Seeley." "Of course, he didn't turn out too well." "That's got nothing to do..." "It's okay, all right?" "Just drop it." "Thank you." "CRANE:" "Fascinating." "BRENNAN:" "Oh!" "(chuckles) I'm glad you appreciate this." "The Jeffersonian is the most advanced forensic science lab in the world." "One might say it represents the realized dream of its namesake." "These remains are at least 200 years old." "Why are they of such concern to you?" "The question is not "why?"" "The question is "who?"" "Agent Mills and I believe this to be Abraham Van Brunt, an Englishman born in 1749 and decapitated on the battlefield in 1781 by a patriot wielding a Fishkill-Bailey cutlass." "Age and ancestry of the remains are consistent with Van Brunt." "However, in terms of decapitation, you are off by 234 years." "The striae on the victim's neck indicate a modern fine-tooth saw." "I'll grant that is an inconsistency." "We are trying to determine identity as we speak." "My colleague, Ms. Montenegro, is working on a facial reconstruction." "Oh." "Here she is now." "Angela, this is Ichabod Crane." "I await your marvels with bated breath, Ms. Montenegro." "Oh." "Uh, it's a pleasure to meet you, too." "I like the..." "like the jacket." "Uh, I used the bone structure of the corpse and DNA evidence of coloring and hair to recreate this approximation of the victim's facial features." "And if I run this through the historical portrait database, hopefully we'll get a match." "You and Agent Mills are exceedingly persistent, which I find both irritating and impressive." "We are a partnership of opposites." "Yet our affinity for one another bears the ripest of fruit." "Oh." "I was unaware that you and your colleague were sexual partners." "I can assure you, we are not." "Then I would suggest you consider it." "I have found taking my professional life with Booth into the personal realm has been... quite rewarding." "(chuckles)" "(computer blipping)" "Saved by the bell." "Is this the man you were expecting to find?" "Actually, no." "Oh, well, then that's a good thing, right?" "No." "It is of the utmost consequence, far worse than I thought." "This... is General William Howe, commander of the British forces during the War for Independence." "A blackguard, a man as famed for his cruelty as his strategic mind." "Okay." "Uh, well, according to this, he was buried in Twickenham, England." "And yet the facts say otherwise." "Dr. Brennan, we have stumbled upon a mystery of the highest magnitude, and I shall not rest until it is solved." "Thanks for letting me ride shotgun on your case." "So, you applied to the Bureau three years ago and then you retracted." "Why is that?" "You quit last year, and now you're back." "How come?" "(chuckles)" "I guess we both have timing issues." "Place seems a lot more... med student than devil worshiper." "Oh, how 'bout this?" ""Last night was insane." "XX."" "She has a boyfriend, right?" "You want to take another crack at him?" "Doesn't make sense." "No, they've been dating for over a year." "Weren't there nails pried out of the floorboards at that old church?" "Look at that, huh?" "Mm-hmm." "Uh-oh." "This just keeps getting better." "Fine-tooth saw." "I'm assuming that isn't sawdust." "BOOTH:" "Looks like a piece of fabric." "Bones said this is the same type of saw that was used on General Howe." "CRANE:" "I believe this to be the infamous Librum Sub Umbras." "That is Latin for "A Treatise on the Subject of Shadows."" "First published in the early Middle Ages." "Alchemical recipes, blood rituals, druidic rites, necromancy." "Dude, that is so Evil Dead." "Well, the pages are parchment." "The decorative edging has a different chemical makeup altogether..." "Thank you." "What would a medical student be doing with a book of nonsense?" "This is a book of spells." "But how to unlock it would remain hidden to all but the most learned scholars." "These are replicas of an illuminated manuscript first painted by Bavarian monastic scholars." "Illuminated." "Oh, that's it." "Illuminated!" "Guys, we have to illuminate the text." "We need, like, candlelight." "I'm on it." ""This text shall be the guide" ""by which the witness shall procure the skull which will grant him the power to raise the dead."" "HODGES:" "That explains why Sarah dug up the skull." "Very well played, sir." "Back at you, brother." "Now, if only I had the resources to delve a little deeper." "Oh, please." "This is the Jeffersonian." "It's like Archive City." "We've got Columbus's logbooks," "Washington's laundry lists..." "Use anything you need, Mr. Crane." "As I'm here, I might as well make myself useful." "(computer blipping rapidly)" "I've looked for ligature marks, burns, symmetrical scarring." "So far, no indicators of ritualistic murder." "May I?" "I did find what appears to be a perimortem depression fracture on the frontal bone." "That doesn't look severe enough to have killed her." "It wasn't, but the description of the wound suggests that it was caused by a curved object." "SAROYAN:" "There appears to be ischemic damage to the victim's brain." "It's consistent with the brain having lacked oxygen in a series of short bursts." "The oxygen supply to the brain could have been cut off if the victim had been strangled." "I'll double-check the hyoid for microfracturing." "I don't think that's the cause." "The resulting web of dead neurons in the hippocampus is consistent with clinical death." "Which makes sense, because our victim is dead." "However, it looks like these neurons have been dead for about two weeks." "Meaning?" "Sarah died before she died?" "Maybe the person Sarah brought back from the dead was herself." "AUBREY:" "She made you think that you were eating human brains, so the only appropriate prank back would be to make her think that she's eating something worse." "Like what?" "I'm thinking..." "I hate soy cheese." "She already eats that stuff." "Oh." "Well, then she's in her own personal hell." "There's nothing I can do." "Don't worry about it, okay?" "I got something brewing." "I'm working on it, okay?" "I got it all set up." "(chuckles)" "Okay." "So, supposedly, Sarah died and was resuscitated two weeks ago." "But I checked out her health insurance, and there's no record of her visiting a hospital." "Our victim was a med student." "My guess is that she OD'd and one of her friends had to revive her." "Well, maybe." "But there's nothing in her financials that suggests a drug problem." "What'd you find out?" "Pretty normal stuff." "I mean, online shopping, takeout, but there was this one night, two weeks ago." "$250 on a bottle of champagne on a Monday night?" "Right?" "I mean, if it was a Tuesday, I'd understand." "The point is she was celebrating, all right?" "She probably was out partying, was drinking too much, you know, right?" "It was an accident, and she had to be revived." "Oh." "So the question is:" "who was she celebrating with?" "The depression fracture on the frontal bone is evidence of blunt force trauma." "Within the injury is a deep linear fracture." "It contains bone from another body that was laced with arsenic and mercury." "Like General Howe's remains." "But his bones were undisturbed." "So Sarah may have been beaten to death with his skull?" "The general's skull would have caused the depression fracture upon initial impact." "Then once the killer struck multiple times..." "The skull shattered, and a jagged piece of it severed the anterior sphenopalatine." "The sphenopalatine is the terminal branch of the maxillary artery." "Sarah's nose would have burst like a pipe." "So Howe's skull giveth life and taketh it away." "Oh, come on." "You don't actually believe the skull has supernatural power." "Please." "I'm a conspiracy theorist, not a supernatural nut." "(chuckles)" "BRAY:" "I also found a slight fracture to the victim's left inferior scapular apex." "That suggests Sarah fell into something sharp." "All right, I'll run it for trace and see what I can find." "So, I just got back from the bar where Sarah drank that expensive champagne." "Oh, wait a second." "You went to the bar without telling me?" "Was I supposed to wait on you to fill out a permission slip?" "Corbin was right about you-- not one for following the rules." "You knew August Corbin?" "Yeah." "You know what?" "He mentioned you last time that we spoke." "He said that, um, you were a lot like me back in the day." "I cannot believe it." "He thought you and I were alike." "That is high praise." "He said that you would have made a great agent." "But...?" "Just don't think that you have to save the world, all in one day." "What did you find out at the bar?" "I spoke to a waitress who remembered seeing Sarah celebrating with a dark-haired guy, slight build." "Wait a second." "That doesn't sound like her boyfriend." "And so, if Sarah wasn't with Joel on the night that her entire life changed, who was she with?" "I wasn't having an affair with Sarah Lippman." "You were seen drinking champagne with Sarah." "Plus, handwriting analysis says that you wrote this." "Well, there's a problem with your theory." "I'm gay." "Sarah and I were friends, colleagues." "That's it." "Okay, then." "What were you celebrating, hmm?" "What happened that was "insane"?" "Hey, you know what?" "I don't even have time for this." "I already got enough to indict you." "Wait." "Sarah and I became friends because we both had close calls with death." "I was really sick as a kid, and Sarah had a sister that died young." "She was desperate to find out what happens after." "As in, after life?" "I mean, we're doctors, right?" "We're taught how to bring people back from the brink." "So Sarah asked me to..." "To kill her." "I induced her heart to stop, and then I restarted it." "I brought her back." "And you did this two weeks ago?" "She said it was transformative." "You know, she saw her sister, and her sister told her to let go of all her fear." "That... is what we were celebrating." "It was science... at its most powerful." "Science?" "And was it science that made you dig up the skull of a Redcoat general to help you?" "I didn't dig anything up." "Sarah had this weird idea that thing had power, but I didn't buy it." "You know, I just thought it was... like a rabbit's foot..." "for good luck." "Where is that rabbit's foot now?" "I have no idea." "The last time I saw it was... in the lab when we... did it, but after Sarah crossed over, we weren't thinking about the skull." "(laughs)" "You just admitted to stopping someone's heart." "That's attempted murder of someone who's now dead." "(quietly):" "Yeah." "I swabbed Sarah's scapular injury." "Hopefully the Mass Spec will give us something useful." "Hey, do Abbie and Ichabod remind you of any other couples?" "Oh, my God, you're totally right!" "They're us!" "I mean, she's beautiful, he has an incredible head of hair." "I was actually talking about Brennan and Booth." "Mm, I don't see it." "(computer beeping)" "That's interesting." "Hexachloride is common in industrial cleaners." "Well, that's not gonna help you very much." "Well, it does when it's combined with vermin-proof bitumastic." "Why does that sound familiar?" "It's sprayed on the underside of morgue tables." "Same as you'd find in an anatomy room." "Isn't it kind of pointless to ALS for blood in a place like this?" "It's like looking for a needle in a needle stack." "Well, we're not looking for pools of blood." "We're looking for spatter." "Like the kind made from a live body." "Oh." "So, I'm guessing that cadavers don't spout blood like Old Yeller." "Old Yeller is a dog." "You're thinking of Old Faithful, the geyser." "You sure about that?" "Yeah, pretty sure." "I can't imagine taking a chance with life like Sarah did." "You're not curious what happens?" "I know what happens." "The heart stops, brain functions cease, the body quits." "Yeah, I know, but you know, after that." "Are you talking about Heaven?" "Yeah." "Maybe." "Look, I hate to say it, but I do not think that the victim died here." "I don't see any evidence of arterial spray." "Uh, that's because you're not looking in the right places." "Oh, wow." "Of course." "Her heart was still pumping." "So, Sarah's sphenopalatine artery was severed." "Her blood shot all the way up to the ceiling." "Looks like we found our crime scene." "Oh, Mr. Crane, have you made valuable use of your time in our archives?" "Impressive, to say the very least." "Jefferson would have certainly approved." "More secrets revealed?" "These... are remodeled puncture marks on Sarah's ilium." "Consistent with bone marrow donation." "A procedure more suited to family members, if I'm not mistaken?" "You are not." "Sarah's sister died of cancer." "These marks indicate Sarah may have given bone marrow in an effort to save her." "Perhaps the untimely death of her sister compelled Miss Lippmann to seek out the hereafter." "(scoffs)" "The hereafter doesn't exist." "It's nothing but a fiction we created to fight the biological inevitability of death." "Some inevitabilities take longer than others." "I see your search in the archives was fruitful?" "Oh, yes, a most fascinating find." "One which, hopefully, will assist Agent Mills and me in our endeavors." "Hmm." "This is convenient." "An edict from George Washington ordering the remains of General Howe to be entombed, not in England, but in the Colonies." "Hmm." "Preferably in Sleepy Hollow, where his headstone will be a magnificent addition to our Founding Fathers burial site." "The signature clearly doesn't match the handwriting." "However, General Washington's diaries-- also readily available in your archives-- will corroborate that this missive was dictated to a trusted captain." "The intent and legal weight of its contents should be fairly self-evident." "If this letter does prove authentic, you can have your body back." "Until then, it stays at the Jeffersonian." "All right, well, this is all the medical waste from the anatomy room." "It's a good place for a killer to dump any evidence." "Now we have to go through all of it to find General Howe's skull." "Yeah, that's where the fun is!" "I'm as excited as a little boy on Christmas morning." "That makes me feel just a little bad for Michael Vincent." "Oh." "These bones shards appear to be the same age as General Howe's skull." "Nice work, Mr. Bray." "You may have found a portion of our murder weapon." "Let's see if it's in this grab bag." "This looks promising." "Okay." "Band-Aids." "Oof!" "Blood-soaked towels." "Used gauze." "Hey, check this out." "Oh." "Hmm." "Broken porcelain." "Probably a coffee mug." "SAROYAN:" "These are injection vials." "BRAY:" "Hmm." "Looks like they're empty." "I guess that's not unusual when you're going through medical waste." "They're from an anatomy lab." "There are no patients there, just cadavers." "And these labels are illegible." "The writing must have rubbed off." "HODGINS:" "There's probably still some trace in the vials." "I'll see what I can find." "Found it." "HODGINS:" "General William Howe." "I cannot say that it's an honor." "Slow down, Bones." "Okay, look, I know that Crane is annoying, but what would you like me to do, huh?" "Deport him?" "Relax." "Okay, I will take care of it." "Don't worry." "I got it." "Just go look at a dead body or something." "Ichabod causing trouble?" "The guy-- he wants General Howe's body, and Bones-- she's really not hip to that right now." "So, I just got word from Hodgins." "He found drugs in the vials where the victim did her little death experiment." "Calcium chloride and Verapamil." "Yeah." "Turns out, the prescriptions were filled at St. Francis Medical Center the night the victim was killed." "Any idea who wrote the prescription?" "Yeah." "The chief resident of Sarah Lippman's medical program," "Dr. John Cruz." "It's a simple question:" "Is Mr. Crane a liar or not?" "Well, I'm saying it's not a simple answer." "Is the document real?" "Well, the paper is Dutch hemp, and its degradation dates it to the late 1700s." "So Crane found old paper, but the ink is fake." "No, the ink is iron gall from iron salts and tannic acids." "Which was the standard in Europe from the fifth to the 19th century." "But the signature is fake?" "No." "I compared it pixel by pixel to Washington's signature on the Constitution." "The slant and spacing show that it's a perfect match." "Looks like I owe Mr. Crane an apology." "Not yet." "I also examined the handwriting of the officer that Washington was dictating to." "And?" "It's an exact match to the notes that Ichabod Crane took when he was deciphering The Book of Shadows, here in the lab." "The stops and lifts of his cursive lettering are unmistakable." "BRENNAN:" "But this letter has been in our archives for half a century." "I can't explain this, unless he went back in time and forged it in the Revolution." "Well, that would be impossible." "I know." "But there's no question." "The handwriting belongs to Ichabod Crane." "I'm hoping you can help me with a little problem I'm having." "I can't seem to figure out what these two people have in common." "They're both my patients." "But oddly enough, neither one of them got the meds that you ordered for them three days ago." "Then maybe you should talking to the nursing staff." "They never got the order because the patients didn't need the meds." "Sarah Lippman did." "Why would Sarah Lippman need verapamil and calcium chloride?" "I think you know why." "To stop her heart, and then start it again." "Same thing she did two weeks before when you prescribed the same two medications for two other patients, who also never got them." "I told her it was crazy." "I tried to talk her out of it." "But you just couldn't say no because you were sleeping with her." "I wasn't sleeping with her." "Well... if that isn't it, then... why did you kill her, Dr. Cruz?" "I didn't kill her." "Why else would we find the murder weapon next to the drugs that you ordered?" "(sighs) Okay." "My wife did leave me, but Sarah had nothing to do with that." "I was a wreck, I was drinking too much, and once-- once" "I was scrubbing out of surgery and..." "Sarah smelled it on my breath." "She blackmailed you to get the drugs?" "I'd already lost my wife." "I couldn't lose anything else." "So instead of risking your career, you let two students risk their lives trying to kill each other." "Congratulations." "It looks like one of them succeeded." "(knocking)" "I understand you have authenticated the letter." "Please, no need to apologize for doubting its veracity." "Actually, I was wondering if you can resolve a paradox for me." "Do tell." "A document on 200-year-old paper, written in 200-year-old ink found to have been written by a man who was born 200 years after the document was created." "Mm, clearly an impossibility." "And yet the handwriting is a match." "Wh... um..." "I knew of this letter because it was written by an officer in the Patriot Army named Ichabod Crane." "Your ancestor." "Not being a scientist of your expertise," "I cannot say whether handwriting is an inherited trait." "Well, I have never known that to be a possibility." "Hence, your paradox." "Clearly I could not have been there to have written it." ""If you eliminate all other possibilities, whatever remains must be the truth."" "Sherlock Holmes." "(laughs softly)" "So I take it this means you'll allow me to take the body?" "When the case is solved." "As it turns out," "Howe's skull is the murder weapon." "We found it in the waste from the anatomy lab." "Based on the fractured occipital, it appears the killer held the skull like so." "Our best bet would have been to find trace evidence in General Howe's canine." "However, it was knocked out during the murder and we can't find it." "Because it came loose." "He was thrown by a wild stallion he was trying to tame after he took control of the British forces." "Wouldn't a man of his stature have used false teeth?" "Iron, or ivory, or animal teeth?" "Oh, he tried those." "Then he learned the French had developed porcelain teeth." "If Howe's canine was porcelain, it would have shattered on impact, possibly injuring the killer's hand." "Mr. Crane brought to my attention that we made a faulty assumption." "We didn't account for the magical powers of the skull?" "No, we didn't account for the fact that the missing tooth isn't a tooth." "So, he had a false tooth?" "Yes." "Made of porcelain." "If the tooth scraped the killer's hand..." "There's a significant possibility of recovering epithelial cells." "But if Howe had a porcelain tooth, where is it now?" "Porcelain." "The coffee cup." "I-I have all of these pieces of a broken coffee cup." "The porcelain could have easily gotten mixed in there." "Dr. Hodgins, go over that piece again here." "Its hue doesn't match the others." "SAROYAN:" "You're right." "And it's got a pointed cusp and single root like a canine." "Bet it was nice and shiny, back in the day." "And if it wasn't with the skull, maybe the killer didn't clean it off." "We found your skin cells on the skull that you slammed into Sarah's head." "I touched the thing." "I-I went with her to dig it up." "So what?" "You sure a jury's going to buy that?" "I think I need to talk to a lawyer." "Just relax." "Slow down, Joel, okay?" "Why don't you tell us what happened that night." "What night are you talking about?" "The night that Sarah died, she got two vials of drugs, enough to match your body weight." "You lied to us." "Sarah didn't change because you rubbed off on her-- she changed after she saw the other side." "Whatever she saw changed her life, and she wanted you to experience the same thing." "Okay, okay, I lied." "All right, but not because I killed her." "I didn't want to get kicked out of the program." "I have a close friend who went through something similar." "He died... came back." "Everything changed for him." "He was never the same." "Is that what happened to you, Joel?" "It's not like I really died." "(stammers)" "I was only out for a few seconds." "It wasn't that big a deal." "Okay, we found this picture of you and her." "You're wearing your cross in that picture, and now you're not wearing that." "You stop believing, or something?" "What did you see?" "What did you see on the other side?" "Nothing." "Nothing happened." "She said it would be amazing." "I always had faith, but there was nothing." "I mean, how are you supposed to live with that, knowing that there's nothing after?" "She took your faith away, didn't she?" "And you killed her." "I didn't mean to." "She was holding that stupid skull and I just..." "I snapped." "Before I knew it, she was gone." "(sniffles)" "♪ ♪" "Cheers." "To new friends." "Mm." "New friends." "Together we accomplished the impossible." "Uh, no, there's nothing impossible about solving a murder." "It's merely a matter of proper application of the scientific method." "I was referring to the four of us getting along." "I... thought that it would happen eventually." "I must return to the Jeffersonian to prepare General Howe's remains for transport." "You know, I gotta get going, too." "I got some work I got to do." "It was a pleasure meeting you, Agent Mills, and working with you." "If you need anything, you call me." "I can't replace August, but I'll do my best." "Agent Booth, I hope we get a chance to do it again." "You know, you never know." "Stranger things have... happened." "Mm. (chuckles)" "Right." "Okay." "(sighing):" "Well..." "Oh, that is potent." "I believe Franklin once gave me a similar concoction." "Benjamin Franklin invented "Sex on the Beach"?" "He called it "Fondled in the Forest," but... (laughs)" "Now you're just making things up." "You'll never know." "♪ ♪" "BRAY:" "Dr. Brennan." "Uh, General Howe's remains are ready for your final signature before being transported back to Sleepy Hollow." "That is unacceptable." "I signed off on Howe's remains a short while ago." "They were to be shipped by now." "Um, well, what should I do?" "(sighs):" "It's better if I take care of this myself, Mr. Bray." "I'm sorry." "(growling) (Brennan screams)" "(laughing)" "I got you." "(Brennan shrieks)" "I got you." "I got you!" "You did not "get me."" "I got you, I got you." "You were scared." "I told you I'd get you back." "I was not scared, I was surprised." "Oh, is there a difference?" "Of course there's a difference." "The amygdala is wired to activate a flow of adrenaline at the sight of something unexpected." "That is quite different than being afraid." "You can't science your way out of this, Bones." "Well, if you were on the gurney, where are General Howe's remains?" "Wendell sent them back to Sleepy Hollow." "Well, good." "Oh." "But I think I will fire Mr. Bray." "Fire him?" "Yes." "As a prank." "I..." "He assisted in your prank, so it's only appropriate that I prank him back." "That's not a good prank." "(laughing)" "I'll tell him... eventually." "Eventually?" "A year." "Whoa, wait a second." "Wendell's going to think that the doesn't have a job for a whole year?" "Got you, Booth." "Ah, that's not funny." "You did not." "I think we should go get a beer." "(growling)" "(growling) I'm not surprised or scared." "(Booth grumbling, muttering goofily)" "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man"