Émission TV: Bones - 11x21
Angie, all I'm saying is that changing physical therapists was a mistake.
She says the hard work will pay off.
Yeah.
The hard work will pay off.
Nurse Ratched has been torturing me every morning for the past month and there's no change, which I'm totally fine with, but I was also fine with our old physical therapist.
By "old physical therapist," you mean the hot 26-year-old?
Wait, was she hot?
I didn't notice.
That's not why you were always showing her how strong your core was getting?
Come on now, she's a medical professional.
I'm sure she viewed my body in a purely clinical way.
It's not how she viewed your body I was talking about.
Hey, you smell that?
It smells like...
A frat house.
Someone throw a party in here and not invite us?
Wasn't quite a party; it's a body.
Did somebody drink themselves to death?
It's not how they died, it's where they were found.
Where?
Outside a bar?
Close.
Inside a glass recycling plant.
Ouch.
Yeah, there's a machine that breaks up the glass and spits it into a pile 20 feet below.
So the victim was a human pincushion.
It's gonna be like working on a cactus.
Hey, so, how are the plans coming?
Is Arastoo on board with the big wedding?
Arastoo's excited, actually.
We've been going...
Ooh, careful.
That wasn't me.
I think we just had a tremor.
What, like an earthquake?
I didn't feel anything.
Maybe it was a foreshock.
No, I'm serious.
El Niño has increased the activity in the Virginia Seismic Zone.
Or...
you knocked into the Dumpster.
Wheelchair or not, I'm careful.
Why is it 9:00 in the morning and all I can think about is having a beer?
A few beers last night will not make your vision blurry today.
Oh, Bones, I'm fine.
Okay, Mr.
Fine.
Read that street sign.
That sign says, uh...
uh, Michigan Avenue.
Missouri Avenue.
Oh, well, it's a state.
You have to call the eye doctor when you get to the office.
All he's gonna tell me is, "You know what, "you had a few drinks.
Eat a raw egg and, you know what, you're gonna be fine in a few hours."
Alcohol consumption gives you slower pupil reaction.
It does not cause blurriness.
And the dehydration would make your eyes dry, not puffy.
I'm not puffy.
A little puffy.
I'm not puffy; I'm fine.
Okay, listen, I mean, I've had 20/10 vision my whole life.
It's what makes me an expert marksman.
I hate to tell you this, Booth, but you're not 22 anymore.
You know what, I'm gonna prove it to you.
Pull over and let me drive.
Great, excellent idea.
Let's risk the lives of both of our children's parents so you can feel manly and virile and young.
I am manly, virile and young.
And I'm driving.
Oh, I see you decided to begin without me.
Well, I suggested we clear out the glass in order to preserve your fingers.
It's not necessary to protect me.
However, we might as well begin.
Femoral head diameter suggests what, Ms.
Wick?
That our victim is female.
From intercondylar notch height, I'd say she was of European descent.
And there's marbling on the abdomen, rigor has passed, lividity fixed.
I'd say time of death was roughly 36 hours ago.
Well, the mandible's intact.
We should be able to match it to dental records.
Wear on the mandibular teeth suggests she was in her mid-30s...
That's odd.
Her mouth was closed, but there appears to be a shard of glass embedded just below the mandibular foramen.
So it's perimortem.
Maybe she was killed in the recycling plant.
I'd say this isn't glass.
I'd say it's a very large, very expensive diamond.
Wow, two carats.
Based on color, cut and clarity, I'm guessing that this is worth at least 30 grand.
It's pretty, but I don't know that much about diamonds.
Lance gave me his mother's ring, so we never had to pick anything out.
I want to show you this.
You can put a serial number on a diamond?
Yeah, and when it's this big, you better.
So this means that we can find out who bought this.
I mean, maybe the victim, maybe the killer.
I'll let Booth know.
Are you okay?
Huh?
Yeah, no, no, I'm fine.
Wow, I'm beginning to think there's some strong activity on the fault lines underneath the Jeffersonian.
You think that was an earthquake?
I was right outside.
I didn't feel anything, and nothing else moved.
Yeah, I'm telling you, this-this happened earlier also.
It-it shook the Dumpster.
Hmm.
Interesting.
Interesting how?
Well, I'm not one to go in for the unusual, but I've learned to open my mind.
Have you considered that you may have yourself a poltergeist?
Daisy, I am not being haunted by a ghost.
I didn't say you were being haunted.
I just implied that you may be the magnet.
Spirits tend to focus on one individual.
Usually, they're trying to send a message.
A message like what?
I need to empty my trash?
I would have thought that someone who's convinced that alien beings built Stonehenge would be more open to the paranormal.
Daisy, I'm open as long as it has scientific basis.
I mean, come on!
Ghosts do not.
Well, you can ignore the message; it's your prerogative.
But I'm just warning you, you may have company for a while.
They like to be heard.
Oh, come on.
♪ Bones 11x21 ♪ The Jewel in the Crown Original Air Date on July 14, 20 ♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method == sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man At the Gemological Society, we're dedicated to both research and education in the field of gemology and the jewelry arts.
You also help track diamonds, correct?
Yes, we're able to etch microscopic markings that provides a degree of security our clients require.
Now, what about the diamond that we found?
Who does that belong to?
I remember that particular diamond quite well; I marked it myself.
It's part of this.
It's the Topkapi Dagger.
Or rather, it's a replica of the original, a gift from the Sultan Mehmed I to the Iranian conqueror Nadir Shah in the 1700s.
Wait, you-you mean like the heist movie Topkapi?
Indeed.
The film's notoriety made the dagger even more valuable.
This copy?
Worth half a million itself.
The stone you found is from the sheath.
Roughly here.
So who pays a half a million dollars for a fake dagger?
The rich today are no different from the kings and queens of old.
They like expensive, pretty things no one else can have.
No, what-what I meant was, specifically, who does that dagger belong to?
Ah, well, that's another twist.
It was on loan to a jewelry store for a display of "Crown Jewels of the World," but jewel thieves stole it three days ago, the day it arrived.
Oh, that's awesome.
I mean, it's not awesome that it was stolen.
Look, the truth is, I've always wanted to play cat and mouse with a jewel thief.
You know what the nuns in Catholic school say causes blindness?
That's funny.
That's...
You're beginning to look like a squint.
Are you sure you're okay?
I'm fine.
Okay, looks like the thieves were in and out in under two minutes.
Okay.
Total haul?
Um, 3.2...
or it's 3.3...
Wait.
Wait a second.
5.3?
I'm not sure.
Great, Booth.
That's really useful.
You know what, I'll just read the file myself when we leave the jewelry store.
So...
what's your favorite jewel heist movie?
Thief.
Jimmy Caan.
Now that's a movie star.
Okay, all right, not bad, not bad.
Me?
Rififi.
What the hell is Rififi?
Oh, come on, it's a classic.
Half hour heist sequence, no dialogue.
I'm falling asleep already.
What?!
No, you should see it.
It's great.
Half the reason I do what I do is 'cause of movies like that.
I thought you did this because of your dad.
Yeah, sure, but I mean, after all that, that was part of my escape, you know, into old movies.
Most people, they watch those movies, they want the thieves to get away with the heist.
Me, I always, always rooted for the cop.
You know, or whoever was trying to stop them.
You're like a kid in a candy store with this.
Just remember, we're trying to catch a killer here.
Well, hey, you think of it as going after a killer; me, I'm playing To Catch A Thief.
That's a movie.
Cary Grant.
Yeah, I know that one.
And I hate to tell you, but you're nothing like Cary Grant.
Why would you say that?
Well, the truth is, they were perfect gentlemen.
Perfect gentlemen, right, wearing ski masks, and that didn't strike you as odd when you buzzed them in?
Well, I-I wasn't buzzing them in.
There was an older man, moved quite slowly.
When I released the lock, the thieves came out of nowhere.
You think the old man was in on it?
No, no, he's a regular.
I think they just waited for the right moment.
What else can you tell us about these, uh, "perfect gentlemen"?
The bigger guy, he spoke with some kind of European accent.
Maybe Spanish?
The other one never said a word.
Went right for the crown jewels, smashed the display case with some kind of hammer, then they thanked us for our patience.
They really were quite nice.
Okay, thanks so much.
Appreciate it.
You ask me, they sound like pros here.
They've done this before.
Yup.
Let's check the M.O., see where else these "gentlemen" have hit.
Right.
I hear that, Cary Grant.
Shall we, Cary?
Mr.
Grant?
I know why Angela couldn't get an I.D.
Because our victim is not American.
What?
You ran an isotopic analysis?
I did, yes.
And I found levels of oxygen 13 and nitrogen 15, which are consistent with women raised near the Loire River.
Oh, I'm familiar with the Loire Valley.
It's known as the "Cradle of France."
Wine and produce grow abundantly there.
It's also where the French nobility have gone for centuries to escape the "little people" of Paris.
Uh, Dr.
Brennan, Dr.
Hodgins, this is Inspector Rousseau.
Bonjour.
Bonjour.
Bonjour.
He's here from Paris, and he believes he has information relevant to our case.
I do not believe it to be so, I know it to be so.
Well, all due respect, Inspector, but I don't know how you can have information on a murder when we do not know who our murder victim is or how or where she was killed.
Yeah, you are correct.
I do not know how or where she was killed, but I know who she is and who killed her.
I've been pursuing this jewel thief across France for the past six months.
Now, five days ago, my suspect boarded a plane from Charles De Gaulle Airport to Washington, D.C.
Now, I believe your heist is identical to all of mine.
Your victim's name, or her title, rather, is the Marquise De Chaussin.
And I will stake my reputation on the fact that her killer is her husband, the Marquis De Chaussin.
And I'm going to prove that he's behind the jewel heists, and that he murdered his wife.
Look, I'm just saying, how cool is this?
I mean, how often do we get a chance to go after royalty?
Well, I'm not calling him Your Highness, I'll tell you that.
And nor should you.
You see, the concept of nobility in France was deemed legally incompatible with the equality of its citizens in 1789.
You must be Inspector Rousseau.
Indeed.
I'm gonna tell you what my wife told you.
Your badge means nothing over here.
It's squat, pal, okay?
We can handle this.
Okay, I'm well aware of your American "can do" attitude, but let's put aside our egos, huh?
Call my superior, and he'll explain to you what I can do for you.
I'm-I'm sorry, Inspector.
Y-You've got your French protocol, we've got ours.
Okay, okay.
Very well, then.
You can at least take this.
What's this?
It's a dossier you don't get.
A file.
See, the Marquis was present at every location of every heist.
And his wife wasn't his first victim.
Monsieur, merci beaucoup.
They say the French are arrogant.
Anything good?
What?
You think I speak French?
Here, it's all yours.
Okay.
Here's what's gonna happen.
I'm gonna go read this file, because it's in English.
And then I'm gonna go talk to the Marquis.
You are gonna go back in there, you're gonna make an appointment for your eyes.
Look, I'm-I'm fine.
It's nothing.
My eyes are fine.
Booth, it's not a crime to need glasses.
Okay, look, I will go and get my eyes checked.
Okay?
But not a word of this to Bones.
I really don't need to hear her say, "I told you so."
Only reason I'm doing this is so I can tell her, and you, "I told you so."
I think I found cause of death.
Once we got all the glass out of the remaining tissue, I was able to see that the larynx had been crushed.
Interesting.
Let's take a look here.
You are correct.
The hyoid has a midline fracture as well, which leads me to believe the victim was strangled from behind, perhaps with some sort of cord.
I had Hodgins swab the neck wound for particulates.
Well, I can do better than particulates.
So, in the wound around the larynx, I found a tiny piece of silk thread, which was dyed with this insect-based dye and woven with gold.
From a tapestry.
Yeah.
Wow, that's really good.
A 17th century French tapestry, which was woven at the court of Louis XIV.
Rousseau said the Marquis is a direct descendant of Louis XIV.
Ah, oui.
Once again, Inspector Clouseau is on the trail of the Pink Panther, and this time, we can help.
Why are you talking in that ridiculous accent?
I'm-I'm doing Clouseau.
From the Pink Panther movies.
Peter Sellers.
Or Steve Martin.
Both comic geniuses in their own right.
Well, I'm not familiar with them, though I am quite sure panthers are never pink.
No, no, no.
D-Don't bother.
She's a lost cause.
In terms of movies, I mean.
Seriously.
Well, in any event, this is excellent work.
And if a French tapestry is our murder weapon, I can venture a guess where we might find it.
So Booth is in a meeting at the French Embassy?
Yeah.
We, uh, split up the tasks.
He's at the eye doctor, isn't he?
Damn it.
How do you do that?
I know my husband.
Well, don't tell Booth that I broke, okay?
I'll never hear the end of it.
I don't need to hear him tell me that I was right.
It's enough to know that he knows I was right.
So...
it seems the De Chaussin family fortune dates back to the 16th century, but in the past five years, bad investments have cost them almost all of it.
But the Marquis-- he has not missed a beat.
Balls, charities, vacations in Monte Carlo.
Well, Inspector Rousseau believes that stolen jewels are financing it all.
From the looks of this place, he may be right.
Something's paying for all this.
Not exactly the picture of a man worried about his missing wife.
No.
Sir.
Special Agent Aubrey with the FBI.
Well, let me guess.
That pathetic French inspector with his crass manners has carried his witch hunt across the Atlantic.
Well, if you want to see my wife and continue this charade, save your breath.
We have grown tired of this game.
She won't see you.
We're not here to see your wife.
We're here about your wife.
She's been murdered.
All broken up, I see.
Henri, is there anything I can get you?
No.
No, no, I'm...
How did this happen?
Well, we're trying to figure that out.
We know it was two days ago.
Now, y-you didn't know that your wife was missing?
She said she was going to New York to shop, whilst I conducted some family business.
Mind telling us what that business is?
Yes.
It's none of your concern.
Henri, perhaps we should discuss this inside.
I'm sorry, uh, wh-who are you?
Blake.
Blake Masters.
She's a graduate student from the University of Virginia.
She's been managing this small holding for me.
Small holding.
Right.
Well, in any event, I believe Ms.
Masters is correct.
We should go inside.
Absolutely not.
I know this game you play.
I will not invite you in to amass some bogus evidence against me.
Look, I'll just come back later with a warrant.
Well, you may attempt to do so, but as you venture down that futile path, a word to the wise: Rousseau's ridiculous manhunt cost him his job in France.
I can only hope...
you will not meet the same fate.
Thank you, uh, for meeting me.
So, what's good here, huh?
I think I would like, uh, how do you say, uh, I would like to buy...
a 'amburger.
Ze dam-burg-ers are magnifique.
Hey, and they say the French don't have a sense of humor about themselves.
When you're Inspector Rousseau of the Police Nationale, you better learn to have a sense of humor, you know?
And to use it to ingratiate yourself to get information.
Very smart.
But of course.
I did my homework, Dr.
Hodgins.
I know you would have looked into the evidence and understood that government forces are thwarting my investigation.
I did look into the evidence.
I also read everything I could about the body you found in France, the "scout" from the last heist, but nothing gave me cause of death.
Well, that's because we could not determine it.
The body was dumped in the waters off Saint-Tropez.
It wasn't found until weeks later.
Yes, but for Dr.
Brennan, I mean, that's-that's child's play.
Hey, what if you got us access to that body?
Wait, so you're saying you need my help, after all?
We're after the same thing, Inspector.
The Marquis.
Okay.
I will arrange that.
But in the meantime...
Mademoiselle, uh, deux 'amburger, s'il vous plaît.
With French fries, please.
You said you found something?
Yeah, the car you saw at the Marquis' estate, you were right.
You drive that baby around, people are gonna post photos.
Well, I found six posted on the day the Marquis' wife was killed, but it's this last one that you have to see.
This was posted maybe two hours before she died.
Does the cafe mean something?
Well, it's not where she is, but it's who she's with.
Well, well, Inspector.
Yeah, looks like our French expert might have been the last one to see her alive.
Maybe that's because he's the one who killed her.
Well, finally.
Did you call my superior?
Well, I called the number you gave me.
That guy did a sell job on you.
Then I called the main number.
Turns out your ex-boss wasn't a guy.
She's a woman who fired you.
Well, it worked in Beverly Hills Cop 2.
You can make all the jokes you want, but I think that this vendetta against the Marquis is a cover.
You're the thief, and you're setting him up.
No, no, no, no, no, Agent Aubrey.
You do not think anything so ridiculously incorrect.
No, no, no, no, no, yourself.
What's ridiculous is that you forgot to mention that you were with the victim hours before she died.
Okay.
I was working her for months.
I tried to convince her what her husband is.
She thought it was a joke, you know, a gentleman's game, if you will.
But when I found that body, I came to tell her, and she was horrified.
So you flew halfway around the world to tell her your suspicions.
I knew that she could not look me in the eye and not know that I was speaking the truth.
All right, let's pretend you are telling the truth.
All right, you dropped this bombshell on her, she confronts her husband, he kills her.
Either way, there's still blood on your hands.
Don't you think I realize that?
This man has money and power.
And in my experience, people with money and power will do anything to keep it.
Why would I trust you?
Hmm?
Your boss didn't.
Haven't you ever had a case where someone powerful tried to stop you, and you did exactly like I have?
Went wherever you needed to, lied if you had to, in order to bring the killer to justice.
Huh?
Because if that's not the case, you are not half the investigator I think you are, Agent Aubrey.
Okay.
So did you break that pompous French...
...detective?
Nope.
The pompous French detective is, uh, right here.
Look, I think he's on the up-and-up, Booth.
I mean, he's seen the videos of the French heist.
He can help us.
Look, if the Marquis is behind the heist, could the second thief have been a woman?
Okay, her name is Blake Masters.
She's a 24-year-old grad student from the, uh, University of Virginia.
And yet, I've seen her in Paris for months.
I mean, the story is she's "interning" with the Marquis.
Yeah?
Is that what they call it these days?
Wait, wait, wait, you're saying that she was not only in D.C.
for this heist, but she was in France for the other one?
Let's take a look.
Did you get the surveillance videos?
Uh, just...
yeah, I got it.
Whoa.
Those are...
Temporary.
Temporary.
Probably.
Probably temporary.
Take a look.
Got it.
It's hard to say.
Could be.
Oui, c'est possible, non?
Well, looks like I need to go have a conversation with our innocent little grad student.
If I may, these kind of gems, they are really difficult to move.
We need to get inside the Marquis' estate.
No, no, no, just stop, okay?
We need to get into the estate.
The Marquis blocked our warrant.
I told you, I mean, these people have had centuries to perfect working the system.
Hodgins told me that you're getting us access to the French murder victim.
Maybe Dr.
Brennan can find something that'll convince the judge to give us that warrant.
Oh, cool!
I've heard about this baby.
The Anatomage virtual dissection table.
Neat!
I used to love playing Operation when I was a kid.
Remember?
Well, you're gonna have to wait a little bit for the real thing.
Dr.
Brennan had to explain to the French how this thing works.
They're scanning the body now.
So...
any more big tremors?
No, but no more ghosts either.
Well, I guess we'll never know.
You know, I wouldn't have believed it either, and then after Lance died, I saw him, and he was telling me to move on.
And it really helped, so I wasn't trying to be funny or flip, I just...
if someone's trying to give you a message, I don't want you to miss it.
Thanks, Daisy.
Okay, was that meant to be funny?
I-I didn't do anything, I swear.
You're not playing around?
Daisy, I'm telling you, there's got to be fault line activity here.
Hodgins, listen to me.
No one in this building is feeling anything.
If these jars were just knocked over, that's three times.
Three times someone, or some thing, is trying to get your attention.
Okay, Daisy, stop, stop!
It-it's not a ghost, okay?
Now, look, I'm tired, my sadistic physical therapist worked me to the bone this morning, and the last thing I want to do right now is think about Patrick Swayze trying to send me a message, so I know you mean well, but can we please just leave it?
Sure.
I'm sorry.
Get your warrant, Detective?
It's, uh, agent.
And I'm not here to look in the house.
I'm here for you.
I'm flattered.
So, tell me about, uh, your relationship with the Marquis.
He's been very kind to me.
He helped with my studies, and, in return, I've helped him by watching over his Virginia holdings.
Okay, and were you watching over his Virginia holdings when you spent six months in Paris?
I study French language and culture.
The internship was part of that.
Marquis was my sponsor.
Internship.
Is that a paid position?
Because there are deposits here for 200 grand in the last year.
So either you're getting overpaid or it's a little bit more than an internship.
Is there a question?
Sure.
Was stealing fancy French jewels part of the internship, or was that just extracurricular?
I didn't steal anything; neither did Henri.
Were you sleeping with him?
No.
So, if you're not sleeping with him, you're not stealing with him, then how did all of that money get into your account?
I'm afraid I'm not gonna answer that question.
Maybe you wanted to be the next Marquise De Chaussin, so you got rid of the last one.
I told you.
We weren't having an affair.
She was.
The Marquis would never say anything-- it's against his nature to create a scandal-- but his wife was the one having an affair.
With whom?
I don't know.
But find out who she was sleeping with, and maybe you'll find the real killer.
Are the files downloaded so we can start the French autopsy?
The time difference slowed us down.
They had to put people on overtime to do the scans we need, and we still don't have them.
We've been rewatching the heist video, calculating height, weight...
You're hoping to prove the Marquis and his intern are the thieves?
Yeah, exactly.
So far, it's possible that the quiet thief is a woman.
Wait, run that part again.
The frame where the case gets smashed.
Okay, stop it right there.
What, you see a tell?
Yes, I do.
So, is it a woman?
Yes.
But it is not Blake Masters.
Ms.
Wick found sharp force injuries on the metacarpals and phalanges, but assumed they were postmortem injuries from recycled glass.
But what did you see on the video?
Well, the hammer broke the case, but the thief's right hand also went through the glass.
That would have sliced through a glove, creating wounds exactly like this, along with a Boxer's fracture on the fifth metacarpal, the spot where the hand impacted the case.
Wait a second.
You're saying our victim was the jewel thief?
I'm saying that perhaps the Marquis and his wife were in on this together.
And if that's true, we know someone else was in on it, as well.
You've got wounds like that, there's gonna be blood on the glass shards at the scene of the crime.
Yeah, but there wasn't any.
The saleswoman.
She hid the evidence.
I guess we know why it all went so smoothly.
They had someone on the inside.
Here's what I know, Eve.
You've got a little girl with heart issues, medical bills have been piling up...
I have no idea what you're talking...
We know there should've been blood in the jewelry case on the shattered glass.
There wasn't.
You cleaned it up because you didn't want us to I.D.
your cohorts.
So you're gonna tell me now, who were the two thieves that paid you to let them in?
I only met one of them.
She was French, I think.
She was very nice and she knew about my daughter.
Yeah.
She promised no one would get hurt-- that was key.
Now, you didn't know the guy with her?
What I told you was true: he had a European accent, and that's all I knew.
He could've been faking it to throw you off.
Maybe.
It was through a ski mask.
All right, look, forget about the voice, all right?
Tell me how this worked.
You called to let them know the jewels came in...
I had no idea wh-when the jewels.
The woman, she told me when.
She knew before you did?
Yes.
I-I assume they had some in at the Gem Society.
They're the only ones who would know when the jewels would get here.
Hey, Cam?
Oh, hey.
Hey.
Uh, did you lose something?
Uh, yeah, I lost a thumb drive earlier when I was setting up.
Oh.
Thought maybe you were looking for your ghost.
No.
Now that I think about it, I was probably wrong about that.
Well, it was really weird.
But maybe Hodgins is right, maybe it was earthquakes.
Oh, good, it's here.
The files from France?
Uh, no.
Aubrey asked me to look into Chadwick Grey, the guy from the Gem Society who put the microscopic code on the diamonds.
And?
And...
before he worked at the Gem Soc, he sold jewelry in Paris at the first shop robbed by the Marquise.
We looked into Mr.
Grey.
You used to work selling jewelry, and the last place you worked was robbed by thieves going after historical knock-off jewels.
That robbery is what made me want to help secure such items.
It led me to the Gem Society.
See, the thief in that heist is the same one here.
Maybe you know her.
Oh, heavens.
No, you must be mistaken.
The Marquise was a customer.
We got to know each other quite well.
She was so kind.
She was interested in what I did.
I'm afraid she did ask a lot of questions about my work.
I guess I flattered myself into thinking that maybe she was flirting with me.
Come on.
You expect me to believe that you didn't know you were giving her information?
She's French royalty.
Why would I suspect her of anything?
And now you're saying she's a thief?
You've arrested her?
No, I'm saying she's dead.
Oh, that's awful.
I'm also saying that you were in on this D.C.
heist with her.
No.
You marked the jewels, you told her when they'd arrive.
You were either in the store with her or you were just her source.
No.
Either way, you're an accessory to murder.
Or maybe you killed her yourself.
Why on earth would I do that?
Because you were having an affair with her.
I'm afraid you are mistaken.
Well, here's what I'm not mistaken about.
The thief working with her was six-foot-two, athletic build, and knew exactly when the Topkapi Dagger was gonna show up.
Does that sound like anybody you know?
Maybe it does.
If he was my size, then certainly it could have been the Marquis.
And you just happen to know his height and weight?
I said the Marquise befriended me.
I'd been invited to a black tie event, and at that time, I owned no such thing, so she offered me one of her husband's tuxedos because she could tell we were exactly the same size.
I'm looking at the French autopsy files, and they did do a pretty thorough job.
But we know something they didn't know.
We know how the Marquise was killed.
You think it was the same M.O.?
Okay, let's take a look at the hyoid.
Maybe a slight hairline fracture, but the shape is off.
I'm going to make a coronal cut.
There.
There are internal microfractures just posterior of the lesser cornua.
As if something pressed the hyoid back against the vertebrae.
So...
she was strangled.
It was the same M.O.
Can you go back out to the opaque soft tissue rendering?
This looks like a sharp cut.
Maybe a garrote?
That could've pressed the hyoid back.
There's hemorrhaging in the strap muscles and the garrote line has a slight cross right here.
Meaning this victim was strangled from the front instead of the back, like the Marquise.
The killer wasn't worried about looking her in the eye, but with the Marquise, he couldn't look at her.
He had feelings for her.
That's because she was his wife.
I can place the killing at the Marquis' estate.
So that tapestry had traces of tobacco, and tobacco has a high affinity for the bioaccumulation of heavy metals.
In this case, uranium.
Uranium?
Like, uh, something nuclear?
no.
There's natural deposits right here in Virginia underneath-- get this-- an old tobacco plantation, on top of which the Marquis built his estate.
Looks like we have enough to get Booth that warrant.
How was your afternoon at the French Embassy?
You are...
you know what's crazy?
How bad Aubrey is at keeping secrets.
What's crazy is that you feel the need to lie to your wife about going to the eye doctor.
Okay.
Yeah, well, "I told you so," okay, isn't your finest quality, Bones.
But, all right, here.
Here you go.
Take your best shot.
My, don't you look distinguished.
I look ridiculous.
No, Booth, you look...
you look hot.
Seriously, come on.
I look like a squint.
What's wrong with looking intelligent?
Brains and looks can go hand-in-hand.
Uh, look, it doesn't matter, all right?
They're temporary.
Understand?
There's just some accumulation of fluid unde
She says the hard work will pay off.
Yeah.
The hard work will pay off.
Nurse Ratched has been torturing me every morning for the past month and there's no change, which I'm totally fine with, but I was also fine with our old physical therapist.
By "old physical therapist," you mean the hot 26-year-old?
Wait, was she hot?
I didn't notice.
That's not why you were always showing her how strong your core was getting?
Come on now, she's a medical professional.
I'm sure she viewed my body in a purely clinical way.
It's not how she viewed your body I was talking about.
Hey, you smell that?
It smells like...
A frat house.
Someone throw a party in here and not invite us?
Wasn't quite a party; it's a body.
Did somebody drink themselves to death?
It's not how they died, it's where they were found.
Where?
Outside a bar?
Close.
Inside a glass recycling plant.
Ouch.
Yeah, there's a machine that breaks up the glass and spits it into a pile 20 feet below.
So the victim was a human pincushion.
It's gonna be like working on a cactus.
Hey, so, how are the plans coming?
Is Arastoo on board with the big wedding?
Arastoo's excited, actually.
We've been going...
Ooh, careful.
That wasn't me.
I think we just had a tremor.
What, like an earthquake?
I didn't feel anything.
Maybe it was a foreshock.
No, I'm serious.
El Niño has increased the activity in the Virginia Seismic Zone.
Or...
you knocked into the Dumpster.
Wheelchair or not, I'm careful.
Why is it 9:00 in the morning and all I can think about is having a beer?
A few beers last night will not make your vision blurry today.
Oh, Bones, I'm fine.
Okay, Mr.
Fine.
Read that street sign.
That sign says, uh...
uh, Michigan Avenue.
Missouri Avenue.
Oh, well, it's a state.
You have to call the eye doctor when you get to the office.
All he's gonna tell me is, "You know what, "you had a few drinks.
Eat a raw egg and, you know what, you're gonna be fine in a few hours."
Alcohol consumption gives you slower pupil reaction.
It does not cause blurriness.
And the dehydration would make your eyes dry, not puffy.
I'm not puffy.
A little puffy.
I'm not puffy; I'm fine.
Okay, listen, I mean, I've had 20/10 vision my whole life.
It's what makes me an expert marksman.
I hate to tell you this, Booth, but you're not 22 anymore.
You know what, I'm gonna prove it to you.
Pull over and let me drive.
Great, excellent idea.
Let's risk the lives of both of our children's parents so you can feel manly and virile and young.
I am manly, virile and young.
And I'm driving.
Oh, I see you decided to begin without me.
Well, I suggested we clear out the glass in order to preserve your fingers.
It's not necessary to protect me.
However, we might as well begin.
Femoral head diameter suggests what, Ms.
Wick?
That our victim is female.
From intercondylar notch height, I'd say she was of European descent.
And there's marbling on the abdomen, rigor has passed, lividity fixed.
I'd say time of death was roughly 36 hours ago.
Well, the mandible's intact.
We should be able to match it to dental records.
Wear on the mandibular teeth suggests she was in her mid-30s...
That's odd.
Her mouth was closed, but there appears to be a shard of glass embedded just below the mandibular foramen.
So it's perimortem.
Maybe she was killed in the recycling plant.
I'd say this isn't glass.
I'd say it's a very large, very expensive diamond.
Wow, two carats.
Based on color, cut and clarity, I'm guessing that this is worth at least 30 grand.
It's pretty, but I don't know that much about diamonds.
Lance gave me his mother's ring, so we never had to pick anything out.
I want to show you this.
You can put a serial number on a diamond?
Yeah, and when it's this big, you better.
So this means that we can find out who bought this.
I mean, maybe the victim, maybe the killer.
I'll let Booth know.
Are you okay?
Huh?
Yeah, no, no, I'm fine.
Wow, I'm beginning to think there's some strong activity on the fault lines underneath the Jeffersonian.
You think that was an earthquake?
I was right outside.
I didn't feel anything, and nothing else moved.
Yeah, I'm telling you, this-this happened earlier also.
It-it shook the Dumpster.
Hmm.
Interesting.
Interesting how?
Well, I'm not one to go in for the unusual, but I've learned to open my mind.
Have you considered that you may have yourself a poltergeist?
Daisy, I am not being haunted by a ghost.
I didn't say you were being haunted.
I just implied that you may be the magnet.
Spirits tend to focus on one individual.
Usually, they're trying to send a message.
A message like what?
I need to empty my trash?
I would have thought that someone who's convinced that alien beings built Stonehenge would be more open to the paranormal.
Daisy, I'm open as long as it has scientific basis.
I mean, come on!
Ghosts do not.
Well, you can ignore the message; it's your prerogative.
But I'm just warning you, you may have company for a while.
They like to be heard.
Oh, come on.
♪ Bones 11x21 ♪ The Jewel in the Crown Original Air Date on July 14, 20 ♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method == sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man At the Gemological Society, we're dedicated to both research and education in the field of gemology and the jewelry arts.
You also help track diamonds, correct?
Yes, we're able to etch microscopic markings that provides a degree of security our clients require.
Now, what about the diamond that we found?
Who does that belong to?
I remember that particular diamond quite well; I marked it myself.
It's part of this.
It's the Topkapi Dagger.
Or rather, it's a replica of the original, a gift from the Sultan Mehmed I to the Iranian conqueror Nadir Shah in the 1700s.
Wait, you-you mean like the heist movie Topkapi?
Indeed.
The film's notoriety made the dagger even more valuable.
This copy?
Worth half a million itself.
The stone you found is from the sheath.
Roughly here.
So who pays a half a million dollars for a fake dagger?
The rich today are no different from the kings and queens of old.
They like expensive, pretty things no one else can have.
No, what-what I meant was, specifically, who does that dagger belong to?
Ah, well, that's another twist.
It was on loan to a jewelry store for a display of "Crown Jewels of the World," but jewel thieves stole it three days ago, the day it arrived.
Oh, that's awesome.
I mean, it's not awesome that it was stolen.
Look, the truth is, I've always wanted to play cat and mouse with a jewel thief.
You know what the nuns in Catholic school say causes blindness?
That's funny.
That's...
You're beginning to look like a squint.
Are you sure you're okay?
I'm fine.
Okay, looks like the thieves were in and out in under two minutes.
Okay.
Total haul?
Um, 3.2...
or it's 3.3...
Wait.
Wait a second.
5.3?
I'm not sure.
Great, Booth.
That's really useful.
You know what, I'll just read the file myself when we leave the jewelry store.
So...
what's your favorite jewel heist movie?
Thief.
Jimmy Caan.
Now that's a movie star.
Okay, all right, not bad, not bad.
Me?
Rififi.
What the hell is Rififi?
Oh, come on, it's a classic.
Half hour heist sequence, no dialogue.
I'm falling asleep already.
What?!
No, you should see it.
It's great.
Half the reason I do what I do is 'cause of movies like that.
I thought you did this because of your dad.
Yeah, sure, but I mean, after all that, that was part of my escape, you know, into old movies.
Most people, they watch those movies, they want the thieves to get away with the heist.
Me, I always, always rooted for the cop.
You know, or whoever was trying to stop them.
You're like a kid in a candy store with this.
Just remember, we're trying to catch a killer here.
Well, hey, you think of it as going after a killer; me, I'm playing To Catch A Thief.
That's a movie.
Cary Grant.
Yeah, I know that one.
And I hate to tell you, but you're nothing like Cary Grant.
Why would you say that?
Well, the truth is, they were perfect gentlemen.
Perfect gentlemen, right, wearing ski masks, and that didn't strike you as odd when you buzzed them in?
Well, I-I wasn't buzzing them in.
There was an older man, moved quite slowly.
When I released the lock, the thieves came out of nowhere.
You think the old man was in on it?
No, no, he's a regular.
I think they just waited for the right moment.
What else can you tell us about these, uh, "perfect gentlemen"?
The bigger guy, he spoke with some kind of European accent.
Maybe Spanish?
The other one never said a word.
Went right for the crown jewels, smashed the display case with some kind of hammer, then they thanked us for our patience.
They really were quite nice.
Okay, thanks so much.
Appreciate it.
You ask me, they sound like pros here.
They've done this before.
Yup.
Let's check the M.O., see where else these "gentlemen" have hit.
Right.
I hear that, Cary Grant.
Shall we, Cary?
Mr.
Grant?
I know why Angela couldn't get an I.D.
Because our victim is not American.
What?
You ran an isotopic analysis?
I did, yes.
And I found levels of oxygen 13 and nitrogen 15, which are consistent with women raised near the Loire River.
Oh, I'm familiar with the Loire Valley.
It's known as the "Cradle of France."
Wine and produce grow abundantly there.
It's also where the French nobility have gone for centuries to escape the "little people" of Paris.
Uh, Dr.
Brennan, Dr.
Hodgins, this is Inspector Rousseau.
Bonjour.
Bonjour.
Bonjour.
He's here from Paris, and he believes he has information relevant to our case.
I do not believe it to be so, I know it to be so.
Well, all due respect, Inspector, but I don't know how you can have information on a murder when we do not know who our murder victim is or how or where she was killed.
Yeah, you are correct.
I do not know how or where she was killed, but I know who she is and who killed her.
I've been pursuing this jewel thief across France for the past six months.
Now, five days ago, my suspect boarded a plane from Charles De Gaulle Airport to Washington, D.C.
Now, I believe your heist is identical to all of mine.
Your victim's name, or her title, rather, is the Marquise De Chaussin.
And I will stake my reputation on the fact that her killer is her husband, the Marquis De Chaussin.
And I'm going to prove that he's behind the jewel heists, and that he murdered his wife.
Look, I'm just saying, how cool is this?
I mean, how often do we get a chance to go after royalty?
Well, I'm not calling him Your Highness, I'll tell you that.
And nor should you.
You see, the concept of nobility in France was deemed legally incompatible with the equality of its citizens in 1789.
You must be Inspector Rousseau.
Indeed.
I'm gonna tell you what my wife told you.
Your badge means nothing over here.
It's squat, pal, okay?
We can handle this.
Okay, I'm well aware of your American "can do" attitude, but let's put aside our egos, huh?
Call my superior, and he'll explain to you what I can do for you.
I'm-I'm sorry, Inspector.
Y-You've got your French protocol, we've got ours.
Okay, okay.
Very well, then.
You can at least take this.
What's this?
It's a dossier you don't get.
A file.
See, the Marquis was present at every location of every heist.
And his wife wasn't his first victim.
Monsieur, merci beaucoup.
They say the French are arrogant.
Anything good?
What?
You think I speak French?
Here, it's all yours.
Okay.
Here's what's gonna happen.
I'm gonna go read this file, because it's in English.
And then I'm gonna go talk to the Marquis.
You are gonna go back in there, you're gonna make an appointment for your eyes.
Look, I'm-I'm fine.
It's nothing.
My eyes are fine.
Booth, it's not a crime to need glasses.
Okay, look, I will go and get my eyes checked.
Okay?
But not a word of this to Bones.
I really don't need to hear her say, "I told you so."
Only reason I'm doing this is so I can tell her, and you, "I told you so."
I think I found cause of death.
Once we got all the glass out of the remaining tissue, I was able to see that the larynx had been crushed.
Interesting.
Let's take a look here.
You are correct.
The hyoid has a midline fracture as well, which leads me to believe the victim was strangled from behind, perhaps with some sort of cord.
I had Hodgins swab the neck wound for particulates.
Well, I can do better than particulates.
So, in the wound around the larynx, I found a tiny piece of silk thread, which was dyed with this insect-based dye and woven with gold.
From a tapestry.
Yeah.
Wow, that's really good.
A 17th century French tapestry, which was woven at the court of Louis XIV.
Rousseau said the Marquis is a direct descendant of Louis XIV.
Ah, oui.
Once again, Inspector Clouseau is on the trail of the Pink Panther, and this time, we can help.
Why are you talking in that ridiculous accent?
I'm-I'm doing Clouseau.
From the Pink Panther movies.
Peter Sellers.
Or Steve Martin.
Both comic geniuses in their own right.
Well, I'm not familiar with them, though I am quite sure panthers are never pink.
No, no, no.
D-Don't bother.
She's a lost cause.
In terms of movies, I mean.
Seriously.
Well, in any event, this is excellent work.
And if a French tapestry is our murder weapon, I can venture a guess where we might find it.
So Booth is in a meeting at the French Embassy?
Yeah.
We, uh, split up the tasks.
He's at the eye doctor, isn't he?
Damn it.
How do you do that?
I know my husband.
Well, don't tell Booth that I broke, okay?
I'll never hear the end of it.
I don't need to hear him tell me that I was right.
It's enough to know that he knows I was right.
So...
it seems the De Chaussin family fortune dates back to the 16th century, but in the past five years, bad investments have cost them almost all of it.
But the Marquis-- he has not missed a beat.
Balls, charities, vacations in Monte Carlo.
Well, Inspector Rousseau believes that stolen jewels are financing it all.
From the looks of this place, he may be right.
Something's paying for all this.
Not exactly the picture of a man worried about his missing wife.
No.
Sir.
Special Agent Aubrey with the FBI.
Well, let me guess.
That pathetic French inspector with his crass manners has carried his witch hunt across the Atlantic.
Well, if you want to see my wife and continue this charade, save your breath.
We have grown tired of this game.
She won't see you.
We're not here to see your wife.
We're here about your wife.
She's been murdered.
All broken up, I see.
Henri, is there anything I can get you?
No.
No, no, I'm...
How did this happen?
Well, we're trying to figure that out.
We know it was two days ago.
Now, y-you didn't know that your wife was missing?
She said she was going to New York to shop, whilst I conducted some family business.
Mind telling us what that business is?
Yes.
It's none of your concern.
Henri, perhaps we should discuss this inside.
I'm sorry, uh, wh-who are you?
Blake.
Blake Masters.
She's a graduate student from the University of Virginia.
She's been managing this small holding for me.
Small holding.
Right.
Well, in any event, I believe Ms.
Masters is correct.
We should go inside.
Absolutely not.
I know this game you play.
I will not invite you in to amass some bogus evidence against me.
Look, I'll just come back later with a warrant.
Well, you may attempt to do so, but as you venture down that futile path, a word to the wise: Rousseau's ridiculous manhunt cost him his job in France.
I can only hope...
you will not meet the same fate.
Thank you, uh, for meeting me.
So, what's good here, huh?
I think I would like, uh, how do you say, uh, I would like to buy...
a 'amburger.
Ze dam-burg-ers are magnifique.
Hey, and they say the French don't have a sense of humor about themselves.
When you're Inspector Rousseau of the Police Nationale, you better learn to have a sense of humor, you know?
And to use it to ingratiate yourself to get information.
Very smart.
But of course.
I did my homework, Dr.
Hodgins.
I know you would have looked into the evidence and understood that government forces are thwarting my investigation.
I did look into the evidence.
I also read everything I could about the body you found in France, the "scout" from the last heist, but nothing gave me cause of death.
Well, that's because we could not determine it.
The body was dumped in the waters off Saint-Tropez.
It wasn't found until weeks later.
Yes, but for Dr.
Brennan, I mean, that's-that's child's play.
Hey, what if you got us access to that body?
Wait, so you're saying you need my help, after all?
We're after the same thing, Inspector.
The Marquis.
Okay.
I will arrange that.
But in the meantime...
Mademoiselle, uh, deux 'amburger, s'il vous plaît.
With French fries, please.
You said you found something?
Yeah, the car you saw at the Marquis' estate, you were right.
You drive that baby around, people are gonna post photos.
Well, I found six posted on the day the Marquis' wife was killed, but it's this last one that you have to see.
This was posted maybe two hours before she died.
Does the cafe mean something?
Well, it's not where she is, but it's who she's with.
Well, well, Inspector.
Yeah, looks like our French expert might have been the last one to see her alive.
Maybe that's because he's the one who killed her.
Well, finally.
Did you call my superior?
Well, I called the number you gave me.
That guy did a sell job on you.
Then I called the main number.
Turns out your ex-boss wasn't a guy.
She's a woman who fired you.
Well, it worked in Beverly Hills Cop 2.
You can make all the jokes you want, but I think that this vendetta against the Marquis is a cover.
You're the thief, and you're setting him up.
No, no, no, no, no, Agent Aubrey.
You do not think anything so ridiculously incorrect.
No, no, no, no, no, yourself.
What's ridiculous is that you forgot to mention that you were with the victim hours before she died.
Okay.
I was working her for months.
I tried to convince her what her husband is.
She thought it was a joke, you know, a gentleman's game, if you will.
But when I found that body, I came to tell her, and she was horrified.
So you flew halfway around the world to tell her your suspicions.
I knew that she could not look me in the eye and not know that I was speaking the truth.
All right, let's pretend you are telling the truth.
All right, you dropped this bombshell on her, she confronts her husband, he kills her.
Either way, there's still blood on your hands.
Don't you think I realize that?
This man has money and power.
And in my experience, people with money and power will do anything to keep it.
Why would I trust you?
Hmm?
Your boss didn't.
Haven't you ever had a case where someone powerful tried to stop you, and you did exactly like I have?
Went wherever you needed to, lied if you had to, in order to bring the killer to justice.
Huh?
Because if that's not the case, you are not half the investigator I think you are, Agent Aubrey.
Okay.
So did you break that pompous French...
...detective?
Nope.
The pompous French detective is, uh, right here.
Look, I think he's on the up-and-up, Booth.
I mean, he's seen the videos of the French heist.
He can help us.
Look, if the Marquis is behind the heist, could the second thief have been a woman?
Okay, her name is Blake Masters.
She's a 24-year-old grad student from the, uh, University of Virginia.
And yet, I've seen her in Paris for months.
I mean, the story is she's "interning" with the Marquis.
Yeah?
Is that what they call it these days?
Wait, wait, wait, you're saying that she was not only in D.C.
for this heist, but she was in France for the other one?
Let's take a look.
Did you get the surveillance videos?
Uh, just...
yeah, I got it.
Whoa.
Those are...
Temporary.
Temporary.
Probably.
Probably temporary.
Take a look.
Got it.
It's hard to say.
Could be.
Oui, c'est possible, non?
Well, looks like I need to go have a conversation with our innocent little grad student.
If I may, these kind of gems, they are really difficult to move.
We need to get inside the Marquis' estate.
No, no, no, just stop, okay?
We need to get into the estate.
The Marquis blocked our warrant.
I told you, I mean, these people have had centuries to perfect working the system.
Hodgins told me that you're getting us access to the French murder victim.
Maybe Dr.
Brennan can find something that'll convince the judge to give us that warrant.
Oh, cool!
I've heard about this baby.
The Anatomage virtual dissection table.
Neat!
I used to love playing Operation when I was a kid.
Remember?
Well, you're gonna have to wait a little bit for the real thing.
Dr.
Brennan had to explain to the French how this thing works.
They're scanning the body now.
So...
any more big tremors?
No, but no more ghosts either.
Well, I guess we'll never know.
You know, I wouldn't have believed it either, and then after Lance died, I saw him, and he was telling me to move on.
And it really helped, so I wasn't trying to be funny or flip, I just...
if someone's trying to give you a message, I don't want you to miss it.
Thanks, Daisy.
Okay, was that meant to be funny?
I-I didn't do anything, I swear.
You're not playing around?
Daisy, I'm telling you, there's got to be fault line activity here.
Hodgins, listen to me.
No one in this building is feeling anything.
If these jars were just knocked over, that's three times.
Three times someone, or some thing, is trying to get your attention.
Okay, Daisy, stop, stop!
It-it's not a ghost, okay?
Now, look, I'm tired, my sadistic physical therapist worked me to the bone this morning, and the last thing I want to do right now is think about Patrick Swayze trying to send me a message, so I know you mean well, but can we please just leave it?
Sure.
I'm sorry.
Get your warrant, Detective?
It's, uh, agent.
And I'm not here to look in the house.
I'm here for you.
I'm flattered.
So, tell me about, uh, your relationship with the Marquis.
He's been very kind to me.
He helped with my studies, and, in return, I've helped him by watching over his Virginia holdings.
Okay, and were you watching over his Virginia holdings when you spent six months in Paris?
I study French language and culture.
The internship was part of that.
Marquis was my sponsor.
Internship.
Is that a paid position?
Because there are deposits here for 200 grand in the last year.
So either you're getting overpaid or it's a little bit more than an internship.
Is there a question?
Sure.
Was stealing fancy French jewels part of the internship, or was that just extracurricular?
I didn't steal anything; neither did Henri.
Were you sleeping with him?
No.
So, if you're not sleeping with him, you're not stealing with him, then how did all of that money get into your account?
I'm afraid I'm not gonna answer that question.
Maybe you wanted to be the next Marquise De Chaussin, so you got rid of the last one.
I told you.
We weren't having an affair.
She was.
The Marquis would never say anything-- it's against his nature to create a scandal-- but his wife was the one having an affair.
With whom?
I don't know.
But find out who she was sleeping with, and maybe you'll find the real killer.
Are the files downloaded so we can start the French autopsy?
The time difference slowed us down.
They had to put people on overtime to do the scans we need, and we still don't have them.
We've been rewatching the heist video, calculating height, weight...
You're hoping to prove the Marquis and his intern are the thieves?
Yeah, exactly.
So far, it's possible that the quiet thief is a woman.
Wait, run that part again.
The frame where the case gets smashed.
Okay, stop it right there.
What, you see a tell?
Yes, I do.
So, is it a woman?
Yes.
But it is not Blake Masters.
Ms.
Wick found sharp force injuries on the metacarpals and phalanges, but assumed they were postmortem injuries from recycled glass.
But what did you see on the video?
Well, the hammer broke the case, but the thief's right hand also went through the glass.
That would have sliced through a glove, creating wounds exactly like this, along with a Boxer's fracture on the fifth metacarpal, the spot where the hand impacted the case.
Wait a second.
You're saying our victim was the jewel thief?
I'm saying that perhaps the Marquis and his wife were in on this together.
And if that's true, we know someone else was in on it, as well.
You've got wounds like that, there's gonna be blood on the glass shards at the scene of the crime.
Yeah, but there wasn't any.
The saleswoman.
She hid the evidence.
I guess we know why it all went so smoothly.
They had someone on the inside.
Here's what I know, Eve.
You've got a little girl with heart issues, medical bills have been piling up...
I have no idea what you're talking...
We know there should've been blood in the jewelry case on the shattered glass.
There wasn't.
You cleaned it up because you didn't want us to I.D.
your cohorts.
So you're gonna tell me now, who were the two thieves that paid you to let them in?
I only met one of them.
She was French, I think.
She was very nice and she knew about my daughter.
Yeah.
She promised no one would get hurt-- that was key.
Now, you didn't know the guy with her?
What I told you was true: he had a European accent, and that's all I knew.
He could've been faking it to throw you off.
Maybe.
It was through a ski mask.
All right, look, forget about the voice, all right?
Tell me how this worked.
You called to let them know the jewels came in...
I had no idea wh-when the jewels.
The woman, she told me when.
She knew before you did?
Yes.
I-I assume they had some in at the Gem Society.
They're the only ones who would know when the jewels would get here.
Hey, Cam?
Oh, hey.
Hey.
Uh, did you lose something?
Uh, yeah, I lost a thumb drive earlier when I was setting up.
Oh.
Thought maybe you were looking for your ghost.
No.
Now that I think about it, I was probably wrong about that.
Well, it was really weird.
But maybe Hodgins is right, maybe it was earthquakes.
Oh, good, it's here.
The files from France?
Uh, no.
Aubrey asked me to look into Chadwick Grey, the guy from the Gem Society who put the microscopic code on the diamonds.
And?
And...
before he worked at the Gem Soc, he sold jewelry in Paris at the first shop robbed by the Marquise.
We looked into Mr.
Grey.
You used to work selling jewelry, and the last place you worked was robbed by thieves going after historical knock-off jewels.
That robbery is what made me want to help secure such items.
It led me to the Gem Society.
See, the thief in that heist is the same one here.
Maybe you know her.
Oh, heavens.
No, you must be mistaken.
The Marquise was a customer.
We got to know each other quite well.
She was so kind.
She was interested in what I did.
I'm afraid she did ask a lot of questions about my work.
I guess I flattered myself into thinking that maybe she was flirting with me.
Come on.
You expect me to believe that you didn't know you were giving her information?
She's French royalty.
Why would I suspect her of anything?
And now you're saying she's a thief?
You've arrested her?
No, I'm saying she's dead.
Oh, that's awful.
I'm also saying that you were in on this D.C.
heist with her.
No.
You marked the jewels, you told her when they'd arrive.
You were either in the store with her or you were just her source.
No.
Either way, you're an accessory to murder.
Or maybe you killed her yourself.
Why on earth would I do that?
Because you were having an affair with her.
I'm afraid you are mistaken.
Well, here's what I'm not mistaken about.
The thief working with her was six-foot-two, athletic build, and knew exactly when the Topkapi Dagger was gonna show up.
Does that sound like anybody you know?
Maybe it does.
If he was my size, then certainly it could have been the Marquis.
And you just happen to know his height and weight?
I said the Marquise befriended me.
I'd been invited to a black tie event, and at that time, I owned no such thing, so she offered me one of her husband's tuxedos because she could tell we were exactly the same size.
I'm looking at the French autopsy files, and they did do a pretty thorough job.
But we know something they didn't know.
We know how the Marquise was killed.
You think it was the same M.O.?
Okay, let's take a look at the hyoid.
Maybe a slight hairline fracture, but the shape is off.
I'm going to make a coronal cut.
There.
There are internal microfractures just posterior of the lesser cornua.
As if something pressed the hyoid back against the vertebrae.
So...
she was strangled.
It was the same M.O.
Can you go back out to the opaque soft tissue rendering?
This looks like a sharp cut.
Maybe a garrote?
That could've pressed the hyoid back.
There's hemorrhaging in the strap muscles and the garrote line has a slight cross right here.
Meaning this victim was strangled from the front instead of the back, like the Marquise.
The killer wasn't worried about looking her in the eye, but with the Marquise, he couldn't look at her.
He had feelings for her.
That's because she was his wife.
I can place the killing at the Marquis' estate.
So that tapestry had traces of tobacco, and tobacco has a high affinity for the bioaccumulation of heavy metals.
In this case, uranium.
Uranium?
Like, uh, something nuclear?
no.
There's natural deposits right here in Virginia underneath-- get this-- an old tobacco plantation, on top of which the Marquis built his estate.
Looks like we have enough to get Booth that warrant.
How was your afternoon at the French Embassy?
You are...
you know what's crazy?
How bad Aubrey is at keeping secrets.
What's crazy is that you feel the need to lie to your wife about going to the eye doctor.
Okay.
Yeah, well, "I told you so," okay, isn't your finest quality, Bones.
But, all right, here.
Here you go.
Take your best shot.
My, don't you look distinguished.
I look ridiculous.
No, Booth, you look...
you look hot.
Seriously, come on.
I look like a squint.
What's wrong with looking intelligent?
Brains and looks can go hand-in-hand.
Uh, look, it doesn't matter, all right?
They're temporary.
Understand?
There's just some accumulation of fluid unde