"Double Death of the Dearly Departed"
Episode 4x22 / Production 4x16
Airdate: April 20, 2009
Written By: Craig Silverstein
Directed by: Milan Cheylov
Transcribed by: Tracie
Disclaimer: The characters, plotlines, quotes, etc. included here are owned by Hart Hanson, all rights reserved. This transcript is not authorized or endorsed by Hart Hanson or Fox.
(Open: Booth's Car - Booth, Brennan, Cam & Hodgins are on the way to a funeral)
BOOTH: Geez, the poor guy was only 50.
BRENNAN: They say cause of death was cardiac failure resulting from a congenital defect.
BOOTH: You're not gonna talk like that when we get there, right?
BRENNAN: Like what?
BOOTH: You know, it's a wake, Bones, it's not a crime scene. You know, "Hey I'm sorry for your loss." "How are you holding up?" Stuff like that.
BRENNAN: I know, I just don't agree with the social convention which requires us to attend a day long grieving ritual simply because the deceased worked at the Jeffersonian.
BOOTH: Try not to say "the deceased."
BRENNAN: It's not like any of us actually knew this Dr. Reilly personally.
HODGINS: I knew him. It was Hank. Hank was a prince.
CAM: I talked to him just last week about Michelle. How to get her to stop smoking.
BOOTH: She's smoking? She's smoking what?
CAM: Cigarettes. I've been her legal guardian for a month and I'm already a total failure.
BOOTH: She's 16. She's just trying to test you, that's all.
CAM: Maybe we should just focus on Hank.
BRENNAN: Whoa, I think I remember him. Curly blond hair, blue eyes, glasses...
BOOTH: Nope. Dark hair, balding.
BRENNAN: You don't even work at the Jeffersonian. How do you know him?
BOOTH: The guy ran the best fantasy football league in DC.
HODGINS: Oh, man...Oh, man, I still owe him 20 bucks.
BOOTH: Come to think about it, you know what, he owed me 20 bucks. Great, how am I gonna get that now?
(Cut to: Reilly Home. Mourners are gathered in the parlor to view Hanks body.)
BRENNAN: There are a lot people here whom I recognize.
ANGELA: Well, they're from work, honey.
HODGINS: There's Amy Valeska. That's Hank's assistant.
CAM: Ch, she looks really upset.
SWEETS: Grief can be very difficult to process so, if anyone needs to talk...
BOOTH: That's why they have booze, Sweets. Right?
ANGELA: Hank's mother over there is very rich. Something to do with dry cleaning.
(A man approaches)
BARNEY REILLY: Dr. Temperance Brennan?
BRENNAN: Yes. Hello.
BARNEY REILLY: Hank said you worked at the museum, but I didn't think you'd be here. I- I'm Barney, Hank's brother.
BOOTH: (whispering to Brennan) I'm sorry for your loss.
BRENNAN: I'm sorry for your loss.
BARNEY REILLY: Yeah, I'm an author. A writer, like you. I mean, I write thrillers. I've read all of yours.
FRANKLIN TUNG: Ladies and gentleman, after you take a moment with the deceased, please join us in the family room for refreshments and reminiscences.
CAM: Sounds good.
(Hodgins walks up to the casket and places a $5 bill in Hank's jacket pocket)
CAM: Sorry, Hank but she's still smoking.
(Angela stand by the casket and wipes her tears away. After, Booth walks up and takes the $5 that Hodgins put in Hank's pocket. Then Hank's Mother, Brother and assistant - Amy Veleska - pay their respects. Amy places a rose in the coffin and there is noticeable tension between her and Hank's wife. Booth starts to usher Brennan forward)
BOOTH: (to Brennan) Go up. Pay your respects.
BRENNAN: I know.
(She walks up to the casket and places the rose back on Hank's body. Then she notices something else...she unbuttons Hank's shirt and starts feeling around his chest and realizes that something is wrong.)
BOOTH: Okay, Bones, you really suck at this. You are staring way too long at this guy, okay? People are gonna start thinking you have a thing for him.
BRENNAN: This man was m*rder*d.
BOOTH: Heart att*ck.
BRENNAN: No...
BOOTH: He had a heart att*ck.
BRENNAN: No, Booth, this man was m*rder*d. Hank Reilly did not die from congenital heart failure. He was m*rder*d.
OPENING CREDITS
(Cut to: Reilly Home - Back Porch. Booth and Brennan are outside, talking. Booth hands her a drink.)
BRENNAN: What is that? This is whiskey.
BOOTH: Well, it's a wake, Bones, okay? There's drinking involved.
BRENNAN: We should remain clear-headed so we can solve the m*rder.
BOOTH: Code word, okay, for m*rder?
BRENNAN: Okay.
BOOTH: I want you to say "translation," you understand? Translation, got it?
BRENNAN: Okay. Someone translated Dr. Reilly, and we have to find out who.
BOOTH: Bones, is there any chance you just feel bad about not knowing this guy like the rest of us did? So, now you're just making it about you in saying that he was translated instead of, I don't know, dying of natural causes?
BRENNAN: No, there is no chance of that.
BOOTH: What makes you think he was translated?
BRENNAN: Okay, the rose that his assistant placed on his chest had fallen to the side. So, I reached in to put it back and I touched him.
BOOTH: Whoa, you touched him?! Ugh. Ah!
BRENNAN: I touch dead people all the time, Booth. Well, I felt cracked ribs. Left, 2-4.
BOOTH: Drink up, will you?
BRENNAN: Why?
BOOTH: 'Cause I'm hoping you're gonna pass out.
BRENNAN: Booth, we are talking about translation.
BOOTH: Bones, did you ever think that, I don't know, if there was evidence of foul translation, that the coroner would have spotted it?
BRENNAN: Yes.
BOOTH: Fine, so, I'll tell you what. Tomorrow morning we will go find the guy who did the autopsy and we'll ask him questions.
BRENNAN: No, Dr. Reilly's scheduled to be cremated this afternoon. All the evidence will be destroyed. We have to get an injunction so that we can examine the remains.
BOOTH: Now? You want me to take the body now?
BRENNAN: Yes.
BOOTH: That family will be scarred for life.
BRENNAN: Booth, the man has been translated.
BOOTH: Okay, fine. Fine, fine, fine. Triple fine, all right? I'll call for an injunction. In the meantime, go into the family room there where they're doing toasts, okay? All right, there you go. Bones? Put on a sad face. (She attempts a sad face) No, sad. (she tries again) Keep that face sad. That's it. That's it.
(Cut to: Family Room. Hank's wife, Helen Reilly, is making a speech.)
HELEN REILLY: I loved Hank Reilly. I still love him! And why not? He was...a good husband, a good man. The little things are what life's about. The routine.
CAM: (whispering to Hodgins) Hank said I should ground Michelle. But I don't want to be the enemy. She's only been with me for a month, you know?
HODGINS: Really, now?
CAM: Oh, right.
HELEN REILLY: Every morning I brewed his tea for him steeped just the amount he liked it. What am I going to do now, in the mornings? Without Hank?
JONAH AMAYO: I- I'm Jonah Amayo. Hank and I started at the Jeffersonian at the same time. (Brennan walks past everyone and heads back into the Parlor) He was head of Egyptology. I lead the Caribbean department.
(Cut to: Parlor. Booth enters and finds Brennan examining Hank's body again.)
BOOTH: Bones, what are you doing? Will you stop playing with the body?!
BRENNAN: Did you get the injunction?
BOOTH: No, the judge turned us down.
BRENNAN: But why?
BOOTH: Why? Because both the paramedics and the medical examiner said that Reilly here d*ed of heart failure. No evidence of translation.
BRENNAN: But I am contradicting them. My record and credentials...
BOOTH: Okay, look, the judge said he didn't want to grant a request to an author of pulp mystery books just because she wanted to get a little free publicity. There, I said it.
BRENNAN: That man is a fool. They are not pulp.
BOOTH: At least he was right about, you know, the paramedics and the medical examiner.
BRENNAN: I will get the judge the proof he needs. Just guard the door.
BOOTH: Get away from the body. Get away from the body.
CAM: (entering) Guard the door? From what?
(Cut to:
(Cut to: Back Porch. Brennan is showing the picture she took on her camera phone to Cam)
CAM: You undressed the deceased?
BRENNAN: No, I didn't have to. It was slit up the back. I just had to untuck him.
(Cam takes the phone and looks at the picture closer.)
CAM: Huh. There was no mention of this contusion in the medical examiner's report.
BOOTH: Meaning?
CAM: This bruise was sustained later.
BRENNAN: Corpses don't bruise.
BOOTH: Whoa, wait. So, Hank was alive after he was declared dead?
CAM: Sure looks that way.
BOOTH: Where did the body go after the medical examiner?
CAM: The funeral home. For embalming.
BRENNAN: We've got to talk to the funeral director.
(Cut to: Hallway. Booth enters a room and doesn't find anyone. Brennan opens the bathroom door and she sees Helen Reilly & the Undertaker, Franklin Tung, having sex.)
BRENNAN: Hello.
HELEN REILLY: You mind?
(Brennan closes the door and runs down the hall to find Booth)
BRENNAN: Booth! Booth!
(Brennan makes a 'having sex' motion with her hands)
BOOTH: What? What?!
(Brennan repeats the hand motion)
BRENNAN: The widow and the undertaker.
(She repeats the actions with her hands)
BOOTH: What, they were dancing? What?!
BRENNAN: Sexual intercourse.
BOOTH: Oh, how am I supposed to get sexual intercourse from that? (he copies her prior movements with her hands)
BRENNAN: It's very obvious.
BOOTH: Oh, is it? No, this is obvious.
HELEN REILLY: This is my house now and I can do who I want in it.
BOOTH: Obviously. Okay, there you go. (to Franklin) So, uh, you do this stuff a lot?
FRANKLIN TUNG: It's my job to comfort the bereaved.
BOOTH: Well, it is also your duty to report any damage the body sustained during your preparation of it.
FRANKLIN: When did you take that? You molested the body?
BRENNAN: No.
BOOTH: FBI.
FRANKLIN: Wow, FBI?
BOOTH: You want to explain how the bruises got on that body?
FRANKLIN: The infusion of embalming fluid increases the stainability of bruises on the dermis. A bruise not seen immediately postmortem often presents itself post-embalming.
BOOTH: Okay, is it good enough for you?
BRENNAN: What about the rib breaks?
FRANKLIN: Rib breaks and sternum cracks, which I noted in his file, were the result of Dr. Reilly's assistant attempting to revive him with CPR after finding him unconscious in his office. May I go? I have more work to do.
BOOTH: Right, right. Sure, you have to go take care of his mother now, too?
(Franklin heads downstairs)
BOOTH: (to Brennan) So, you still think he was translated?
BRENNAN: Those are not the ribs that would break during CPR.
BOOTH: Maybe she was just bad at resuscitation.
BRENNAN: No, Booth, this is translation. We need to do a full examination of the body at the lab.
BOOTH: But we do not have an injunction.
(Cut to: Family Room. Hodgins is giving his speech.)
HODGINS: This is a sad day for all of us, but I think it's important that we remember what we loved about Hank, you know? His sense of humor, of course. He was always quick with a joke, good or bad. Usually bad. But he...(he looks out the window and sees Booth & Brennan carrying Hanks body. He starts to stammer - hoping that no one else will notices them outside.) Oh, my God! Uhhhhh. Oh. My. God, Hank. Hank is... Hank-Hank is...he's leaving us. Where is he going from here? Who knows? Oh. But, uh, uh...(he thows down his glass) Oh..God... Hank. It's not fair, you know? You live life, and we-we... we die. And we don't - we don't love enough, and-and I- I got to not do that anymore 'cause I'm... I...I- I need to live and-and love, and...(Booth and Brennan are finally out of sight) Thank you.
(Cut to: Outside the funeral home. Booth and Brennan are trying to get Hank's body to the car.)
BOOTH: Come on... Hurry up, Bones.
BRENNAN: Why are you telling me to hurry up?
BOOTH: Just hurry up. Walk with me, okay...?
CAM: Your Sequoia was, uh...it was blocked so I grabbed Angela's Matrix.
BRENNAN: Is there enough room?
CAM: It'll be fine. There's lots of room.
BOOTH: Here we go, in the car. I got him. Let me just get this stiff in here.
BRENNAN: Oh, shouldn't we lie him down?
BOOTH: No, no. You get stopped, you got a dead corpse. This way, he just looks drunk. Okay. One, two, three. Get the legs in. There we go. All right, grab the seatbelt, plug him in. Oh, watch it, Bones. Watch the...Strap him in there, Bones.
CAM: He looks comfy.
BOOTH: Okay, you got him. Okay, all right. See you later.
BRENNAN: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Aren't you coming with us?
BOOTH: No, I can't. I got to make sure no one looks in the casket. Okay? Go. Go, go, go, go, go! Go! Drive! Go! What are you waiting for? Go!
(They drive off)
(Cut to: Funeral Home. Angela walks up to Hodgins)
ANGELA: Hey, what-what's going on?
HODGINS: What-What...What do you mean?
ANGELA: Your toast? The word loony comes to mind.
HODGINS: I was moved, and, you know, um, emotional.
ANGELA: Mm-hmm. Tell me what's going on, Jack.
AMY VELESKA: I thought his toast was wonderful.
HODGINS: See? I was just wonderful. That's all.
AMY VELESKA: We don't love each other enough in this world. At least we don't say it enough. You spoke from the heart.
ANGELA: You know, they should really make an announcement about this whiskey being 150 proof.
HODGINS: Amy, you were Dr. Reilly's intern, right?
AMY VELESKA: Graduate assistant, yes.
HODGINS: It must have been awful when you found him lying on the office floor.
ANGELA: Hodgins!
HODGINS: Was he complaining of chest pains?
ANGELA: Hodgins, what are you? Possessed by Brennan?
AMY VELESKA: He was fine all morning. When he left for lunch, I said, "Have a nice lunch," and he said, "Thank you. You, too."
HODGINS: So, you didn't go to lunch together?
AMY VELESKA: No, no. He had a lunch meeting. Sushi. I hate sushi. I've heard that the mercury in raw fish can make you stupid.
HODGINS: Mm, yeah. Uh, who was his lunch meeting with?
AMY VELESKA: He wouldn't say. I yelled for help, called 911, and tried to get him breathing again until the paramedics got there. (She throws her arms around Hodgins and starts sobbing)
(Angela and Hodgins have a silent conversation - she is not amused.)
HODGINS: Oh. Oh, okay. Okay.
HODGINS: Okay, all right.
AMY VELESKA: Thank you. I'm going to go freshen up now.
ANGELA: Mhm.
HODGINS: Okay. Booth just told me Brennan thinks Hank was m*rder*d, so he helped her steal the body so Cam could take it back to the Jeffersonian to have a look.
(Cut to: Parlor)
ANGELA: Hey, you stole the body?
BOOTH: No, no, no, no, we didn't steal it. You see, we-we borrowed it, okay? Cam and Bones think he was translated.
ANGELA: Wh-what?
BOOTH: Translated. It's code for "m*rder." That's how we're saying it today: translated.
ANGELA: O- Okay, what if somebody looks in the coffin? That's exactly why I'm here.
(The door opens and Hanks mother, Anne Reilly, enters)
ANGELA: Oh, hi, Mrs. Reilly.
ANNE REILLY: Uh, would you excuse me, please? I... I have a few private things to say to my son before he's cremated.
BOOTH: That's - uh - really not a great idea right now, ma'am.
ANNE REILLY:Why?
BOOTH: Well, there's a...
ANGELA: The-The fact is, um, the undertaker...Uh, he didn't graduate at the top of his class, so...
ANNE REILLY: But I just saw Hank earlier.
ANGELA: Yes. Yes, you did, um, but the-the putty that they use to fill in the face has sort of... melted, and, um, his nose is sort of going to the side. Uh, and his hair is like h*tler.
BOOTH: h*tler.
ANNE REILLY: h*tler?
ANGELA: Listen, I really think it would be best if you let Mr. Tung fix him up before you see your son.
(Barney enters)
BARNEY REILLY: There you are.
ANNE REILLY: Oh, turn around, Barney. We can't see Hank. Not like this.
BARNEY REILLY: Like what?
ANNE REILLY: Like h*tler.
BARNEY REILLY: What?
ANNE REILLY: Please! We're going! Now!
BARNEY REILLY: Have you been drinking?
ANNE REILLY: No.
BRENNAN: These fractures were definitely not caused by CPR. The breaks are more randomly located, and suggest a sharper impact than a hard push.
CAM: Yes. He was stabbed. You can see the entry wounds hidden behind trocar buttons. 13 in total. Each one sealing up a cutaneous puncture site, each one caused by a w*apon three-eighths of an inch in diameter. Most likely...this: standard medical trocar, used in arterial embalming.
BRENNAN: Could it just be a poor job of embalming?
CAM: Impossible. Over half of these are nowhere near a vein. Hank was stabbed seven times with a trocar while he was still alive.
BRENNAN: So, Hank Reilly had a heart att*ck, was declared dead by the paramedics and the medical examiner, and then sent to an undertaker...
CAM: Where he was stabbed to death.
(Cut to: Booth's Car. Booth, Angela & Franklin are watching Brennan & Cam at the lab)
BOOTH: You see, what I have here, Franklin, is a real-time video link to the Jeffersonian forensic lab. Huh, so, say hi.
CAM: Hello. I'm Dr. Camille Saroyan. I'm not sure we met.
FRANKLIN TUNG: That's Mr. Reilly!
BRENNAN: Why did you hide all these s*ab wounds?
FRANKLIN TUNG: It's my job to make the body presentable. I did my job. I did my job. I did my job!
BOOTH: Okay, look Mr. Tung, what we need to know is who stabbed Hank Reilly?
FRANKLIN TUNG: I did! It was me.
BOOTH: You stabbed the corpse?
FRANKLIN TUNG: It's crazy. This whole thing is totally crazy. Maybe I'm crazy. I did acid in high school, and it's probably why I'm not a doctor.
BOOTH: Okay, listen. Just relax. Just tell me what happened, okay?
FRANKLIN TUNG: It was late. Everyone had gone home, and the body had just come in. I had cleaned and disinfected him, and was about to administer the pre-injection to flush his veins before I began the arterial embalming. I went in through the right femoral artery. And suddenly - WHAM - His eyes opened. His body jerks up and spasms.
CAM: You panicked and stabbed him?
FRANKLIN TUNG: It was a reflex. I...Have you seen those zombie movies? They can really warp you.
BOOTH: Okay, you watched zombie movies on acid?
FRANKLIN TUNG: I was scared.
CAM: I get it. Sometimes I'm here in the middle of the night, and I swear I see one of these bodies move. (they all look at her like she's crazy too.) Let me just say, I totally get that.
BOOTH: Okay, guys, listen, was Hank Reilly dead or alive?
CAM: It wasn't a full autopsy. No need, because he was declared dead by the hospital. Cause seemed reasonable, so the ME just signed off on it.
FRANKLIN TUNG: Can I go?
BOOTH: No. You can't go.
BOOTH: Listen, Cam, how is it that a guy can appear dead to two sets of medical professionals?
BRENNAN: There are several forms of paralysis which mimic death.
CAM: Embalming would have destroyed any trace of paralytic toxins in his system. Except..a trace amount of the toxin may still be found in the vitreous humor of the eye.
(Cam grabs a needle and inserts it into the corpse - Booth closes the screen)
BOOTH: All right, let's go You can go. Come on. Out.
(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab. Brennan and Cam are at the lab)
CAM: Vitreous humor tests positive for tetrodotoxin. One hundred times more lethal than potassium cyanide. Naturally occurring.
BRENNAN: But he wasn't dead.
CAM: Yet. That occurs anywhere from 20 minutes to eight hours after ingestion. Until then, heart and respiratory rates mimic death. Tung hits a nerve while tapping the femoral, Reilly bolts up, still in a coma.
BRENNAN: And Franklin Tung stabs and kills him.
CAM: But somebody else poisoned him first.
(Cut to: Parlor. Brennan is filling the group in on their findings)
BRENNAN: Hank Reilly was in a paralytic state mimicking death when Franklin Tung inserted the trocar, causing Hank Reilly to spasm in such a way that he actually sat up on the embalming table.
BOOTH: Ah, so technically, Franklin Tung committed manslaughter, while somebody else committed attempted m*rder?
HODGINS: What did you find at the lab?
BOOTH: Tetrus hydrogen.
BRENNAN: Tetrodotoxin.
BOOTH: That's what I said!
HODGINS: Tetrodotoxin does have limited medical uses as a treatment for some cardiac arrhythmias.
BRENNAN: Hank had a congenital heart condition.
BOOTH: So is this tetrahockalin thing common?
BRENNAN & HODGINS: Tetrodotoxin.
BOOTH: That's what I said.
HODGINS: It's a controlled substance.
BRENNAN: Angela, maybe you could access the FDC database, see if Hank was ever prescribed tetrodotoxin.
ANGELA: I need a computer.
BOOTH: Use mine. Come on, in the car. Come on. Come on. Come on. Okay.
BOOTH: Anybody comes in here, do not let them look in that casket. Do you understand? All right?
(Cut to: Angela and Booth in Booth's Car)
ANGELA: So, while I'm in here, you mind if I erase a few parking tickets?
BOOTH: No, I'll tell you what. You know, I'm not gonna relax until we get Hank's body back in that casket. All right?
ANGELA: Here's something.
BOOTH: What?
ANGELA: Three milligrams of tetrodotoxin was delivered to the Jeffersonian three weeks ago.
BOOTH: Wait a second. Hank had his heart medicine delivered to work?
ANGELA: Uh, no. It wasn't Hank. Delivery was accepted by Dr. Jonah Amayo in Caribbean Studies.
(Cut to: Hallway inside the residence. Booth and Brennan run into Dr. Amayo)
BRENNAN: Oh, Dr. Amayo, I'd like you to meet my associate, Seeley Booth.
DR. JONAH AMAYO: I'm aware, Dr. Brennan. The two of you are fairly well known.
BOOTH: Right. Dr. Brennan tells me the Jeffersonian is shutting down your department after this quarter.
DR. JONAH AMAYO: I'm sure you've heard of this thing called the economy which is in another thing called the toilet.
BRENNAN: You were going to have to report to Hank Reilly?
BOOTH: Until he d*ed, and everything went back to normal.
DR. JONAH AMAYO: You think I'm happy Hank d*ed? He was my best friend.
BRENNAN: Why did you order three milligrams of tetrodotoxin?
DR. JONAH AMAYO: Why are you interrogating me?
BOOTH: I work with the FBI. See, that's what I do.
SWEETS: Hey, where have you guys been?
BOOTH: Not now, Sweets, please.
BRENNAN: Your field is the anthropological study of Caribbean culture. How does a Class 1 neurotoxin assist with that?
SWEETS: Oh, I got it! Uh, neurotoxins are widely believed to cause the trance state in reported cases of Haitian zombism. Am I right? I'm right, right?
BRENNAN: Zombies? There are no such things as zombies; just an island superstition.
DR. JONAH AMAYO: And now you've managed to insult an entire culture and their belief system.
BOOTH: She does that to everyone.
SWEETS: Dr. Amayo's work in voodoo and Santeria is fascinating. And a little scary.
DR. JONAH AMAYO: You, you people need to work on your small talk skills. Excuse me.
SWEETS: Whoa, what was that all about?
HODGINS: Fugu.
SWEETS: That's really not very nice.
HODGINS: Tetrodotoxin is biologically derived from tetraodontidae. Puffer fish.
BOOTH: So... what?
BRENNAN: It's a Japanese delicacy known as "fugu."
HODGINS: Hank Reilly had sushi for lunch at a place called Sushi Momo. King of the Funeral!
BOOTH: Right.
(Cut to: Parlor. Booth handcuffs Franklin to the casket)
BOOTH: So, nobody looks inside the casket. Okay, Mr. Tung?
FRANKLIN TUNG: How do I do that?
BOOTH: Just, um...Well, Bones, how does he do that?
BRENNAN: Say someone enters and desires to gaze upon the visage of their dead relative one more time in a vain effort to say good-bye to someone who can neither see nor hear them because there's no such thing as a soul or spirit....
BOOTH: Bones, Bones, Bones, just give him a reason not to show the body.
BRENNAN: "We are encountering fluid seepage at the moment and the body is not available for viewing just now."
FRANKLIN TUNG: I would never phrase it that way.
BOOTH: I know, it's perfect! It's so gross!
(Brennan's phone rings)
BRENNAN: Brennan.
(Cam is on the phone at the Jeffersonian)
CAM: I'm done. I'm going to need some transport for me and my friend.
BRENNAN: (to Cam) What friend?
CAM: I meant Hank. I was being oblique.
BRENNAN: Oh, right after we get back from sushi.
CAM: "Sushi"? You're going for sushi?!
BOOTH: Bones!
(Cut to: Sushi Momo)
BOOTH: So do you serve puffer fish?
BRENNAN: Fugu.
TRACI NISHIMURA: Blowfish? No, we aren't licensed.
BRENNAN: We're investigating a tetrodotoxin poisoning.
BOOTH: Fugu.
TRACI NISHIMURA: We do not serve fugu. I promise. Did someone die who ate at my restaurant?
BRENNAN: Dr. Hank Reilly.
TRACI NISHIMURA: Hank? He just had lunch with us the other day.
BRENNAN:Do you know who he ate lunch with?
TRACI NISHIMURA: It was a woman. She told him something, and he got very upset.
BOOTH: Can you tell us anything else about her?
TRACI NISHIMURA: Not really. She had a haircut like Cleopatra.
(Cut to: Parlor. Franklin is trying to get out of the handcuffs.)
SWEETS: Excuse me. I'm, uh, I'm looking for my friends.
FRANKLIN TUNG: I apologize, but we are encountering some slight fluid seepage at the moment, and the body will not be available for viewing just now.
SWEETS: Sir...I'm a trained psychologist; you're obviously under a lot of strain.
FRANKLIN TUNG: You might say that.
SWEETS: You know, dealing with grief and loss every day can take its toll.
FRANKLIN TUNG: You have no idea.
SWEETS: In some cases, one might even take responsibility for the death, as if it were their own fault.
FRANKLIN TUNG: Are you messing with me?
SWEETS: No. No, no. I'm just saying I understand. Human behavior can surprise us all. You might think that you have everything under control, and then, boom, blindsided by the unknown.
FRANKLIN TUNG: Totally.
SWEETS: It's perfectly natural. Okay, you have absolutely nothing to feel guilty about.
FRANKLIN TUNG: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
SWEETS: Were you very close to the deceased?
FRANKLIN TUNG: Yeah, but...I'm a lot closer to his wife.
(Cut to: Booth and Brennan, outside the Reilly Residence)
BRENNAN: We'll be there as soon as we can.
CAM: Everybody was all "Hurry up, Cam." Now, I'm twiddling my thumbs here with a stolen body. I can't lug him back on my own.
BOOTH: We'll come and get you right after we talk to Cleopatra.
(Cut to: funeral home)
BOOTH: Have you seen the woman that looks like Cleopatra?
SWEETS: What's going on? What's - I sense that you two are holding something back. (Brennan and Booth look like they're about to protest) Yes. Yes. You are.
BRENNAN: Okay, we stole Hank's body in order to confirm that he was m*rder*d..
BOOTH: Translated.
BRENNAN: ...translated.
SWEETS: You're totally yanking my chain.
BOOTH: No. The undertaker stabbed him.
SWEETS: Wait, the same undertaker that's been telling everyone that the body's been leaking?
BOOTH: Mhmm.
SWEETS: Okay, I may have told him that m*rder's nothing to worry about. I didn't... I didn't know.
BOOTH: Oh, that's great. You know what? If you want to help out, go find Hodgins, bring him back to the lab, get the body and bring it back into the casket without anyone noticing it.
SWEETS: Wait. What?! Why?
BRENNAN: So that the poisoner doesn't figure out what we're up to and run away.
SWEETS: There's a poisoner and a stabber?
BOOTH: Shh! Shh! Stop. Shut up! Shh!
SWEETS: Sorry. I'm sorry.
BOOTH: All right? Stop.
SWEETS: I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
BOOTH: Go.
(Cut to: Inside the Rielly House. Booth & Brennan are looking into the kitchen at a woman who looks like Cleopatra.)
BOOTH: Can you get lost?
BRENNAN: Why?
BOOTH: I can be devastatingly charming if you aren't watching me.
BRENNAN: Oh. Okay.
(Brennan leaves and Booth enters the kitchen, where Erin Miller - the Reilly Estate Lawyer, is.
BOOTH: We haven't really met. I don't know too many people around here.
ERIN MILLER: I'm Erin Miller.
BOOTH: Hey, Seeley Booth.
ERIN MILLER: I'm the Reilly family's estate lawyer.
BOOTH: Oh...right, right. You mind?
ERIN MILLER: Sure.
BOOTH: You had lunch with Hank the day that he d*ed. That must have been terrible.
ERIN MILLER: Yeah. It was terrible. It wasn't a very pleasant lunch.
BOOTH: You guys argued?
ERIN MILLER: Yeah, but, you know, not personally. Lawyer stuff. I can't really discuss it.
BOOTH: No, no, of course not. But you do know that, uh, professional arguments don't count in a situation like this.
ERIN MILLER: They don't?
BOOTH: No. If it was just business, there's nothing to be guilty about. Hank would totally understand.
ERIN MILLER: Well, thank you, Mr. Booth.
BOOTH: You're welcome.
(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab.)
SWEETS: Wow. He's really dead.
CAM: That happens here - in the autopsy room.
HODGINS: Hey, bud, someday you'll have your last lunch, too.
SWEETS: Yeah, but the thing is, they don't usually look like people after you get your hands on them.
CAM: Thank you so much. Okay, ready? One, two, three. ( they lift the corpse onto the gurney) By the way, Hank wasn't k*lled by his lunch.
HODGINS: What? Wait, it wasn't the fugu in his hand roll?
CAM: No. Toxin slowed his digestion, and the remains were well preserved by the formaldehyde and ethanol. Tuna, salmon, yellow tail, and eel cut roll.
HODGINS: Really? What did he have for breakfast?
SWEETS: His wife said Hank didn't eat breakfast, just a cup of tea.
CAM: Well, I did find some stray tea leaves. His strainer must not have worked very well.
SWEETS: He still has a face. He's smiling. A bit too much, maybe.
CAM: Hey, I'm a pathologist, not an undertaker. I did the best I could. Adjust his smile; be my guest.
HODGINS: If there wasn't any sign of poison in the food in his stomach, then it had to have come from his morning tea.
CAM: Probably the best way to deliver poison.
(Cut to: funeral parlor. Everyone is standing around in the Family Room singing "Amazing Grace".)
BOOTH: See, Cleopatra there is the, uh, family estate lawyer. She handles the mother's will.
BRENNAN: She argued with Hank Reilly at his last lunch.
BOOTH: Mm-hmm. Business. My guess: problems with the will.
BRENNAN: Oh, you mean, because the old lady is so close to death?
BOOTH: Yeah, it's not the nicest way of putting it, Bones, but yeah.
BRENNAN: Well, look at her, Booth. It's amazing that she can still stand.
BOOTH: There are two heirs to the money when she dies. There's Hank and his brother, Barney.
BRENNAN: Oh, do you think Barney k*lled Hank?
BOOTH: Why don't you go ask him?
BRENNAN: Why? Is it because I'm an attractive and sexy, young woman who will loosen his tongue?
BOOTH: Oh, definitely, of course there's that. But also, he wants you to publish his book. Go ahead.
(Brennan goes over by Barney and starts singing Amazing Grace)
BRENNAN: "...I'm found. Was blind but now I see."
BARNEY REILLY: What a lovely voice you have, Dr. Brennan.
BRENNAN: Yes, I know. Please call me Temperance. So, um... tell me about your book.
BARNEY REILLY: Well, Temperance, uh...the latest one is called "Dark Tactical". A real nail-biter. A deadly game of cat-and-mouse between two SWAT guys. One's good; the other isn't. Does that sound like something you'd be interested in presenting to your publisher?
BRENNAN: No.
BARNEY REILLY: Too edgy, huh?
BRENNAN: (Booth clears his throat as a hint) The concept is contrived and tired. (Booth coughs louder) That's what my publisher would say, but in reality, it's...
BARNEY REILLY: Too edgy?
BRENNAN: Too ed... yes. Perhaps you should publish your novel yourself?
BARNEY REILLY: Well, I can't afford that.
BRENNAN: You have an inheritance coming.
BARNEY REILLY: Well, that's true. The whole thing, too.
BRENNAN: You mean instead of splitting it with Hank?
BARNEY REILLY: Splitting it? Oh, you mean in half? No way. Me and Hank were stepbrothers. Hardly any of it was coming to me. 90% was going to Hank and Helen. Nothing Mom could do about it either.
BRENNAN: What about now?
BARNEY REILLY: Well, half to Helen, half to me. (then the realization hits) I can publish my book. To Hank Reilly.
(Cut to: Helen and Amy arguing)
HELEN REILLY: Admit it. Just admit it!
AMY VELESKA: Helen, please.
HELEN REILLY: Stop this. Don't you call me "Helen," you little tramp. I am Mrs. Reilly to you. Mrs. Hank Reilly.
AMY VELESKA: Please. Hank is gone.
HELEN REILLY: I know he's gone! He was my husband! Which is why I am Mrs. Hank's Reilly, and you are Mr. Hank's skank.
AMY VELESKA: Then show him some respect for once in your life!
BRENNAN: (to Booth) What is going on?
BOOTH: Just normal funeral stuff.
HELEN REILLY: Oh, so you respected my husband, is that it?
(Hodgins walks over to the window and sees Cam and Sweets bringing back the body)
AMY VELESKA: Of course I respected him.
HELEN REILLY: I see. And exactly how many times a week did you respect him?
AMY VELESKA: This is not the time nor the place, Helen.
HELEN REILLY: Get out of my house. Go back to your one-bedroom brothel and die.
(Cut to: Parlor. Hodgins runs in the room and opens the window to help to get the body back in.)
CAM: Okay. Go, go, go.
HODGINS: Come on. Come on. Come on.
CAM: Get his legs.
Sweets: Okay.
CAM: Okay.
SWEETS: Got 'em?
HODGINS: Down, down.
CAM: Shh, shh, shh. Good.
HODGINS: Can you do this without me?
SWEETS: What?
CAM: Why?
HODGINS: (points to Franklin) Yeah, he'll help you.
(The body falls over)
(Cut to: Family Room. Helen & Amy are still going at it.)
HELEN REILLY: You were nothing to him.
AMY VELESKA: Then why did he want to make love to me and not you?
BARNEY REILLY: Hank, you are my hero.
BOOTH: Hey, how about a little help here? Seriously, you really want to watch them fight? Hey, hold it, hey, hey! Come on, easy. Hold it! Hold it! Hold it. Do you think this is the way Hank would want to see his wake end? No. This isn't about you or you or you or you. This is about him. It's about Hank. You think he'd want to see this?
BARNEY REILLY: I'm pretty sure he would, especially if they were in Jell-O.
BOOTH: He wouldn't want to see us fight. He'd want us to... sing.
(Booth starts singing "Swing Low Sweet Chariot" - everyone starts in singing with him)
BOOTH: Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to carry me - Hank - home. Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to carry me home.
(Cut to: Kitchen. Brennan & Hodgins are looking for tea bags)
BRENNAN: Only loose tea? No bags?
HODGINS: No bags. Cam found loose tea leaves in the stomach contents.
BRENNAN: Here's another one. Malty Orange Assam.
HODGINS: Throw it in there. We'll test it for the fugu poison.
(Cut to: Family Room. Booth is still leading everyone in song - but now they're all dancing too. Everyone is getting into it - even Booth.)
BOOTH: Comin' for to carry Hank home.
ERIN MILLER: Sing it, brother.
BOOTH: Oh, my friends, I'll be coming to ya soon..
EVERYONE: Comin' for to carry me. Hey, hey. Swing low, sweet chariot...
(Cut to: Kitchen. Brennan & Hodgins.)
BRENNAN: Okay.
(They test another type of tea - and the liquid turns purple)
BRENNAN: Hank Reilly was k*lled by a cup of tea.
(Cut to: Parlor. Cam adjusts Hank's smile.)
CAM: Do you think he's smiling too much? I think he just looks like he's enjoying the party.
FRANKLIN TUNG: His funeral? Where are his glasses?
CAM: He wore glasses? Oh, God.
ERIN MILLER: Before I leave, could I say a little something to Hank now?
SWEETS: Yeah, sure. Step right on up.
ERIN MILLER: He looks...Happy. (to Franklin) You did a wonderful job.
FRANKLIN TUNG: Thank you.
(Cut to: Dining room. Booth & Brennan are questioning Helen.)
HELEN REILLY: How should I know what kind of tea Hank drank that morning?
BRENNAN: You said you brewed it for him every day, part of your routine.
HELEN REILLY: That was in the eulogy speech. No one tells the truth in a eulogy speech.
BOOTH: All right, well, then who did make his tea?
HELEN REILLY: Hank did it himself. The water had to be the perfect temperature. Hank was very particular about his tea. If there's nothing else, I'm exhausted.
(Cut to: Booth's car. He's driving everyone back from the wake.)
BOOTH: His wife was cheating on him.
BRENNAN: He cheated on her.
BOOTH: The assistant is still in play.
BRENNAN: What about the lawyer?
BOOTH: Oh, she seemed very nice. (Brennan gives him a look.) Yeah, all right. So we are far from an arrest here. Understand, people?
BRENNAN: Well, at least we got Franklin Tung.
BOOTH: He didn't mean to k*ll anyone.That's the... Cam? You here?
CAM: What? I'm sorry. This smoking thing with Michele...How do people be parents?
BOOTH: Do you ever think that this is her way of trying to stop you from smoking?
BRENNAN: No - Cam doesn't smoke, right?
BOOTH: You stop, she'll stop. It's that simple. Plus, you know what? She's doing you a favor.
CAM: Great, so I go from a smoking issue to a chocolate cake and ice cream issue?
BOOTH: You know what? You just... you give your best sh*t and that's all.
BRENNAN: Nobody knows about the poison in the tea except us, right?
BOOTH: The m*rder*r does.
BRENNAN: When crops failed, the ancient Pothigai in southern India believed that one of them might be possessed by an evil spirit. They would find out which one by passing around a poison which would k*ll only demons. The person who refused to drink the poison was proven possessed.
CAM: Okay, is this another way to get me to quit smoking? Because it's done. I quit.
BOOTH: You know what? You are a genius, Bones. Absolute genius!
BRENNAN: I know.
(Cut to: Graveyard. Hank's Funeral)
PREIST: ..and though the human remains of Henry Reilly will not physically rest here, his soul will remain with the generations of his family here and in heaven.
BRENNAN: Oh, I'd like to add something. I missed my chance at the wake. I'd like to make up for it.
PRIEST: No objections from the family?
BRENNAN: Hank Reilly specialized in Egyptian embalming rituals and practices. He was an expert in grieving. (the rest of the group starts handing out cups to the people at the funeral and fills then with tea) Hank would appreciate nothing more than the most common of funerary practices: the raising of a glass. It's not alcohol, but an even more ancient drink: tea. Hank's greatest passion, aside from sex. I took the liberty of bringing this tea from Hank's personal stash. The same tea he drank on his last day with all of us. I can think of no better way of saying "adieu" than to share one last cup of tea with Hank. (she raises her glass) To Hank.
ALL: To Hank.
ANNE REILLY: No!
(She knocks the cup out of Barney's hand)
BARNEY REILLY: Mom, watch what you're doing!
BOOTH: You poisoned your own son?
BARNEY REILLY: What? Mom, what's going on?
ANNE REILLY: He wasn't my son. It wasn't fair of your father. He work it so you got nothing. He got everything.
ERIN MILLER:You k*lled Hank? Oh, this is my fault.
CAM: Oh, God. This is why I hate funerals.
ANGELA: This is why I love them.
ERIN MILLER: I told Hank that Annie was trying to get around the will by siphoning money into a separate trust for Barney. But it was illegal.
ANNE REILLY: If you'd kept your nosy trap shut, Hank would still be alive. (Talking to the headstone) Bob, this is all your fault. You brought this on yourself. Do what you're going to do. What's the worst that could happen?
(Cut to: Graveyard - 5 Day Later. They're standing in front of a grave - ANNE REILLY)
BARNEY REILLY: Oh, Mom, Mom, Mom...
BOOTH: One thing for sure, Barney, your mother loved you.
BRENNAN: She used her own heart medicine to k*ll your brother, so you would get your fair share. She mixed it in his tea.
BARNEY REILLY: And she d*ed because she ran out of her medicine k*lling him. Oh, Ma...I would've done fine. Hank, I didn't want the money this way. I know you would have done right by me.
(Brennan is looking up at the sky and looks like she might start in about something...)
BOOTH: (mouthing) Bones, don't.
BARNEY REILLY: I know it.
BOOTH: (mouthing) Bones...
BARNEY REILLY: Would you excuse me, please?
BOOTH: Of course.
(Booth & Brennan walk away.)
BOOTH: He wants to be alone with his mother and brother.
BRENNAN: By that way of thinking, he wants to be alone with every person who has ever d*ed.
BOOTH: If I die, I want you to do me a favor.
BRENNAN: Well, you will die, Booth. It's inevitable.
BOOTH: All right, whatever, Bones. When I inevitably drop dead before you, I'd like you to come out and, you know, spend some time and talk to me every once in a while.
BRENNAN: Well, I'll feel foolish knowing that you can't hear me.
BOOTH: Promise me.
BRENNAN: I promise.
BOOTH: Hey! There you go, huh? Hey, you agreed. I didn't think you would agree. Now, why did you agree?
BRENNAN: I believe that if I pretended you were still here, I'd feel better for a moment. Also, speaking to you would require me to figuratively look at myself through your eyes - again temporarily - and I think that would make me live my life more successfully.
BOOTH: Hmm, you know what, Bones? That is the best thing that anyone has ever said about me.
BRENNAN: I'll say it at your wake.
BOOTH: Oh, it's raining now. Come on. Get under the umbrella. It's raining. Just make sure when they put me in the ground, I'm dead.
BRENNAN: Yeah, no problem.
BOOTH: All right? Maybe, ah, you know, leave my body out for a few hours and check on me every once in a while.
BRENNAN: No. I'd rather refrigerate you, or else you'd start to smell.
END.
04x22 - Double Death of the Dearly Departed
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A forensic anthropologist and a cocky FBI agent build a team to investigate death causes. And quite often, there isn't more to examine than rotten flesh or mere bones.
A forensic anthropologist and a cocky FBI agent build a team to investigate death causes. And quite often, there isn't more to examine than rotten flesh or mere bones.