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[Ext. Open:  Woods area.  Sherman a park ranger is holding a lantern for Denise a vet    who is examining a bear carcass.]
 
Sherman:  We already know what killed the bear.
 
Denise:  Who’s the vet here Sherman?
 
Sherman:  You are Denise. Who’s a park ranger?
 
Denise:  That’d be you Sherman.
 
Sherman:  That’s why I know what killed him. (squats down beside her) Scared camper drilled him with a Winchester Magnum338.
 
Denise: I get it you’re afraid I’m not showing respect to the bear spirit.
 
Sherman:  Because I have better things to do then wait around for you to tell me what I already know.
 
Denise:  The law says I have to send in as much information as I can…age, weight, what he last ate.  (digs her hand in bears stomach) Eww…yummy…hotdog, refried beans, what is that? (pulls out a plastic bag.) Beef Jerky.
 
Sherman:  Beef Jerky?
 
Denise:  Yeah he’s in hyperfasia.  Eating everything he can find before going into hibernation.  Oh.
 
Sherman:  What?
 
Denise: Sherman this is…oh God.
 
(Denise holds up a hand.  They both look at it and then at each other.)
 
[Cut to:  Medico-Legal Lab, Jeffersonian Institute.  Bones is in a hallway looking at a picture of the hand with Booth walking right behind her.]
 
Bones:  Looks human to me.
 
Booth:  Alright.
 
Bones: (enters her office) What’s the deal?
 
Booth:  It was found in Eastern Washington State.
 
Bones:  Where?
 
Booth:  Inside a bear.
 
Bones: No, I mean,  inside a bear?
 
Booth:  An autopsy revealed more bone fragments inside the bear’s stomach and intestine.
 
Bones:  An autopsy on an animal is called necropsy.
 
Booth: Yeah,  it’s pretty crucial we get that straight right off the bat meanwhile, about the dead human being?
 
Bones: What do you need me for the bear ate somebody?
 
Booth: 26 bone fragments in total. Case bumped to the Seattle field office.  They bumped it to me. (hands her a disk) Check it out.
 
Bones:  Why did they bump it to you?
 
Booth: Bones, I mean do you really care about the inner workings of the FBI office?
 
Bones: (smiling) They bumped it to you because you work with me.
 
Booth:  No, they hoped that you could help ID the body.
 
(Bones sits at her desk and loads the picture of the hand into her computer.)
 
Bones:  From a hand?
 
Booth:  Yeah, they high expectations.
 
(Bones looks at the screen.)
 
Bones:  Definitely human opposable thumb probably male from the size…uh oh.
 
(Booth walks around her desk behind her to take a look.)
 
Booth: What?
 
Bones: Curf marks, marks made from a cutting tool.
 
Booth:  Maybe when they cut open the bear?
 
Bones: No, it’s not a straight edge.
 
(Bones highlights the marks and points to them on the screen.)
 
Bones:  Residual cross section striae.
 
Booth: Hmm. Just because you say it in that definitive tone doesn’t mean it means anything to me.
 
Bones:  These marks were made from a saw.  The hand was already separated from the rest of the person when the bear ate him.
 
Booth:  Somebody was dismembered and fed to a bear?
 
Bones: That’s one possibility.
 
Booth: (sighs) Okay, um thanks, Bones.
 
Bones:  Glad I could help.
 
Booth:  But, uh you’re not done.
 
Bones:  I’ll check out the photographs and the x-rays to see if I can confirm sex and age.
 
Booth:  Pack your bags we’re going to Washington State.
 
Bones:  I’m not going to Washington State.
 
Booth: (sits down) Again just because you say in that definitive tone doesn’t mean it means anything to me.
 
(Booth smiles and flips a pen in the air catching it.)
 
[Cut to:  Hallway inside the lab.  Bones is walking with Dr. Gibson.]
 
Bones: Why is Booth the one who decides if we are going to Washington state?  He gets the gun and the authority.  He’s the one that people like.
 
Dr. Gibson:  Firstly, he didn’t decide that you go to Washington state.  He made a request.  I’m the one who decides where you do and do not go.
 
Bones:  And secondly?
 
Dr. Gibson: Secondly, It’s time to live a little Temperance.  Connect with other people.
 
Bones:  Are you suggesting that I take this opportunity to have sex with Booth on a field trip?
 
Dr. Gibson:  Good God, where’s Dr. Freud when you need him?
 
Bones:  I don’t understand what you are saying.
 
Dr. Gibson: Uh, which is precisely why I am sending you to the great north woods.  Huh, C’mon now, you have partially digested human remains to examine.  That should put a smile on your face.  The mosquitoes out there are the size of dogs, pack insect repellent.
 
[Roll Intro.]
 
[Ext. Open:  Booth’s car driving down a winding road through mountains.  Bones is inside the car with him.]
 
Booth:  You know being cooped up in a crappy hotel in the middle of nowhere with a 50 dollar per Diem is not my idea of a good time either, you know.
 
Bones:  You only get fifty dollars a day? How can you live on that?
 
Booth: Okay, what do you mean?  What do you get?
 
Bones:  I don’t have a limit just give them the receipts.
 
Booth:  Oh no you have to have a limit.  Everyone has a limit.  We work for the Government.
 
Bones:  I don’t have a limit.
 
Booth:  But it’s not fair.  It’s not fair to the tax payers.  You could get one of those thousand dollar toilet seats.
 
Bones:  I imagine I’m treated differently then you because I have an indispensable skill.
 
Booth:  Oh right, indispensable.  I do not need you.
 
Bones: Oh, so you can determine the origin of the curf marks as well as the sex and age of the victim?
 
Booth: (laughs) You know you’re a smart ass.  You know that?
 
Bones:  Objectively I’d say I’m very smart although it has nothing to do with my ass.
 
Booth:  You know I tell you what. You can take me out to dinner. Hmm? Put me on your tab.
 
Bones:  That doesn’t seem ethical.
 
Booth:  You still want that gun now don’t ya,  Hmm?
 
Bones:  We’ll start with breakfast.
 
(Booth laughs. The camera pans over top of the car to show lots of woods and mountains.)
 
Booth:  You know, it’s beautiful here, feels good to be out of the city.
 
Bones:  Yeah, where murders feed their victims to bears.
 
[Cut to:   A small town street with lots of little shops and people walking outside.  Bones and Booth step out of the car.]
 
Booth:  Uh, phew, small town America (takes off his sunglasses) gotta love it.
 
Bones: This is not a small town.  Juntilla in Guatemala, a hundred and fifty people, no running water, that’s a small town.
 
Booth:  I said small town America not small town Guatemala and I’ve been there too by the way.
 
Bones:  Where are you going?
 
Booth:  To see the Sheriff.
 
Bones:  And how are you going to do that?
 
Booth:  It’s an old FBI trick, I’m going to ask somebody that lives here.
 
Bones:  What took you to Guatemala? Eco-tourism?
 
Booth:  I went down to shoot somebody through the heart from fifteen hundred feet. (puts his glasses back on.)
 
[Cut to: Coroner’s office.  The hand is on a metal sheet on the table.  The coroner, vet, and Sherman are in the room.  Bones is touching the pieces of the lower arm bone with gloves on.]
 
Vet:  Well I was pretty sure it was human but I’m a vet so I called Andrew, uh, Dr. Rigby and he thought it was human too.
 
(Bones takes some pictures of the pieces.)
 
Andrew:  Officially I’m the Coroner here in Aurora but I’m just a country doctor.  I have no training in forensics.
 
Bones:  This is approximately sixty percent of an arm of a male, late teens early twenties, well muscled.
 
Vet:  That’s amazing.
 
(Bones points to some marks on the bone and the Vet and Coroner come over to look at them.)
 
Bones:  You see these marks here, below the radial tuberocity?  You haven’t by any chance performed any amputations lately, have you?
 
Andrew: Uh, a few frostbit toes last winter and a thumb from a nasty Murphy bit accident.  Why?
 
Bones:  These are saw marks.
 
Sherman:  That’s not good, people getting sawed up and eaten by bears.
 
Bones:  I’m going to send this back to my lab.  My people there can give a better estimate of how long ago the bear ingested the arm.
 
Vet:  You got pretty good equipment there I guess?  I’m still on dial up.
 
Bones:  What’s the fastest way to ship a human arm?
 
Vet, Coroner, Sherman: (in unison)   Charlie.
 
[Cut to:  Post office.  Charlie is behind the counter and Bones enters carrying a box to mail back to the lab.]
 
Charlie: Need a hand?
 
Bones:  Thanks but I’m trying to get rid of this one.  These are human remains.
 
Charlie: Oh.
 
Bones: (she starts filling out a form on the counter) I have to ship them to the Jeffersonian Institute in Washington DC.
 
Charlie:  Cool they have Dizzy Gillespie’s trumpet there.
 
Bones:  Yeah I know.
 
Charlie:  Mohammed Ali’s boxing gloves, Abraham Lincoln’s assassination top hat.
 
Bones:  Yeah I know, I work there.
 
Charlie:  You ever sit in Archie Bunker’s chair?
 
Bones:  I work in a different part of the museum. I’m a forensic anthropologist.
 
Charlie:  My name is Charlie.
 
Bones:  Yeah I know.
 
Charlie: Wow, What you could tell from my like skull structure?
 
Bones:  It says it on your shirt Charlie.  Where could I find the Sheriff?
 
Charlie:  He’s out past the garage to the right. (grabs the form Bones filled out.) Hey, Temperance Brennan, I’m reading your book.  Gave me a few ideas if I ever want to kill someone and get rid of the body.
 
Bones: (laughs) Don’t forget Charlie the heroine always catches the bad guy.
 
(Bones walks out the front door.)
 
Charlie:  Sounds good to me.
 
(Charlie takes the box off the counter and sniffs it.)
 
[Cut to: Lab.  Zach and Angela are looking at the image of the bone that was cut on a computer screen.]
 
Zach:  These are false star curfs which suggest a handsaw.  The cut marks on the breakaway spurt …here (points to screen) should give me the number of teeth per inch but to me it just looks broken.
 
Angela:  I could work it up into a three dimensional image, see if that helps?
 
Zach:  Dr. Brennan could do it from this.
 
Angela:  Not when she was a lowly grad student, Zach.  Upload all the digital info that Brennan sent you into my main frame and lighten up Z-man.
 
[Cut to: Booth and Sheriff walking down the street.]
 
Booth:  Somebody cut that guys arm off Sheriff.
 
Sheriff:  Couldn’t be a local.  Somebody missing an arm that’s something you notice.
 
Booth:  How many people live in Aurora?
 
(Booth starts to take notes in his little notebook.)
 
Sheriff: Maybe a hundred twenty-six in town another couple of hundred in the unincorporated surroundings, maybe twelve hundred on the Indian reservation.
 
Booth: Tourists?
 
Sheriff:  Hikers, campers, it’s a beautiful country so they don’t realize how dangerous it is.  On average we loose a couple of hundred every year.  Cycle of life hey?
 
Booth:  Lose anybody recently?
 
Sheriff:  Woman, 29, Anne Noyes from Olympia.  Disappeared a couple of weeks ago, her parents’ say she was an experienced hiker. Pfft.
 
(Booth takes off his glasses and looks at the poster in a window of a shop. The Sheriff and him walk into his office.)
 
Booth:  You must have a few resident crazies?
 
Sheriff:  Juvenile bush drinking, a couple of domestics, a bar fight or two, joy riding.  The only felons we have are poachers.  They shoot the black bears and sell the gall bladders on the black market.  Park ranger handles that stuff.
 
(Bones and a blonde hair lady walk into the office and knock on the cubicle wall to get their attention.)
 
Sheriff:  (to Bones) Can I help you?
 
Bones:  Yeah.  (to blonde lady) Thanks. (to Sheriff) I’m with him.  (she points to Booth.)
 
Sheriff: (murmurs to Booth) Suddenly I wish I was FBI.
 
Booth: (laughs) Sheriff Chris Scutter, Dr. Temperance Brennan.
 
(Bones and the Sheriff shake hands.)
 
Sheriff:  My first forensic anthropologist. (gestures for her to put her bag down.) Please.
 
(Bones sets her bag on the floor in front of his desk.)
 
Bones:  We need to find the rest of the body. (she sits)
 
Sheriff:  Sherman, ranger Rivers, traced the bear’s route back a week said he didn’t find anything.
 
(The Sheriff sits at his desk.)
 
Booth:  What is he some kind of Indian scout?
 
Sheriff:  Sherman’s a flat head Indian but since the bear was wearing a GPS collar he didn’t have to fully utilize his Native powers.
 
Bones:  Did he check the scat?
 
Booth: What?  What do you think there’s more people parts in the bear crap?
 
Sheriff:  We could maybe go out with Sherman Tomorrow take a look.
 
Booth:  Oh yeah, now that you’ve met Bones you’re all about the inner agency cooperation.
 
Sheriff:  Bones?  Now I don’t think that is anyway to talk to a lady.
 
Bones:  Thank You.
 
(Bones grabs her bag off the floor and goes to stand.  The Sheriff stands up.)
 
Sheriff: (to Bones) Do you have dinner plans?
 
(Booth puts his hand on Bones’ back and guides her away.)
 
Booth:  We’re working. (he throws a file to the Sheriff.)  Thanks for that.
 
[Cut to:  a lounge area in the lobby of the lab.  Zach is getting coffee and has a photograph in his hand.  Hodgins is sitting on a couch looking at two photographs in his hands.]
 
Hodgins:  All I am saying is why cut somebody into pieces?
 
(Zach comes around and sits next to Hodgins.)
 
Zach:  Pack em up tighter maybe, say in a suitcase.
 
Hodgins:  How did a bear open a suitcase?
 
Zach: I saw a documentary once where a bear got into a car and drove away.
 
Hodgins:  That was not a documentary it was a cartoon.
 
(A UPS woman comes walking up with the box Bones sent in her hands with her electronic scanner)
 
Woman:  Hello.  I’m looking for a Zach Addy.  I’ve got a package of human remains.
 
(Zach and Hodgins are shocked and obviously attracted to this woman.  Hodgins puts his cup down quick and jumps up.)
 
Hodgins:  Yeah, I can sign for that.
 
(She hands him the electronic scanner in her hand for him to sign.)
 
Hodgins:  Where’s Jimmy?
 
Woman:  Tahiti, Fiji, who knows?  He won the lottery.
 
Hodgins:  Is it too much of a line to say no we won the lottery.
 
(The woman smiles and laughs a little)
 
Hodgins:  It is, yeah you know, I take it back.  It’s just compared to you, Jimmy, you know.
 
Woman:  That third nostril.
 
Hodgins:  That whistling sound when he sneezes.
 
(They both share a laugh.  Hodgins hands her back her scanner.)
 
Hodgins:  Unfortunately, it is too soon to ask you to have coffee.
 
Woman:  It is?
 
Hodgins:  Yes, yes.  Coffee is the third delivery capper.
 
Woman:  So what’s the first delivery capper?
 
Hodgins:  Initial contact, Meet cute, light flirting.
 
(She grabs the box and hands it to him.)
 
Woman:  Then I will catch you in another couple of deliveries.
 
Hodgins:  Okay. Bye.
 
(The woman leaves and Zach walks up to Hodgins.)
 
Zach:  You bogarted my package.
 
Hodgins:  You panicked and froze my man. Thus the package came into play also incorrect use of verb bogarted.
 
(He hands the package to Zach and walks away.)
 
[Cut to: Outside in woods and mountain area.  Sherman, Booth and Bones are walking through the woods.]
 
Sherman:  I’ve been looking for that female hiker since she went missing but sometimes you never find a trace.  They fall under a ravine the river.  So how do you like Evergreen lodge?
 
Bones:  Very nice.  I have a beautiful view of the mountains from the terrace.
 
Booth:  You have a terrace?
 
Bones:  Yeah.
 
Booth:  I’m sharing a bathroom.
 
Sherman: (points to ground) This is where the bear was shot. 
 
Booth:  How far did he get before he died?
 
Sherman: Oh, about a hundred yards.
 
(Booth walks off in front of them.)
 
Bones: (to Booth) How do you know that’s the right way?
 
Booth:  It’s not hard to track a wounded bear.
 
Sherman: (to Bones) Did you ever hear of the bone gatherers, collecting Bones so that the dead can make their journey to the next world?
 
Bones: Not even sure I believe in the next world.
 
Sherman: Doesn’t matter what you believe in.  You’re a bone gatherer.  That’s a good thing, helping the spirits move on.
 
Bones:  Thank you.  It’s probably the best job description I will ever get.
 
(Sherman and Bones walk up to Booth who is standing next to a pile of bear scat with a toothpick in his mouth.)
 
Booth:  Over here.
 
Bones:  You find something?
 
Booth:  Bear scat in the woods.  I think he voided here and headed off over there.
 
(Bones kneels down in front of it and opens her backpack taking out some blue rubber gloves.)
 
Bones: (to Booth)Okay, See if you can find any older samples.
 
(Booth and Sherman head off to look for more samples.  Bones picks up the scat and puts it into a Tupperware bowl.)
 
Sherman:  She’s ain’t the squeamish type, is she?
 
Booth:  I’m going to go out on a limb here Sherman and guess you don’t get a lot of eligible good looking woman coming through town.
 
[Cut to: Post office.  Bones comes in carrying another box and Charlie is behind the counter reading her book. He looks up and notices her.]
 
Charlie: (places book on the counter) Hey, I just finished Chapter seven.
 
Bones: (places box on the counter and grabs a form) This has to go to my…
 
Charlie:  Do you do all the stuff the girl in your book does?
 
Bones:  I’m slightly uncomfortable discussing that with you.
 
Charlie:  No, I’m not talking about the sex.  I’m talking about the running and the shooting.  I mean if you do do all that other stuff that’s great too for you and, um, whoever you’re doing it with.
 
Bones: (hands him the form) I would like to send this to my lab.
 
Charlie: (grabs the box) Um, more bones?
 
Bones: Nope, its bear scat.
 
Charlie: Oh, I can deal with that.
 
(Bones phone rings and she unfolds it to answer it.)
 
Bones:  Brennan.
 
(Zach is on the other end of the phone and is in the lab looking at bones on the computer.)
 
Zach:  The person who belonged to the arm died approximately a week ago and the bear ate it between one and three days after that.
 
Bones:  Anything from the saw?
 
Zach:  Angela is entering the data into the holographic display.  I…I found something else I can’t categorize.  Can I beam it to you?
 
Bones:  Okay. Hold on.
 
(Bones puts her cell on speaker phone. She takes her laptop out of her bag and places it on the counter.)
 
Bones: (to Charlie) Do you mind if I set this up here?
 
Charlie: Yeah no problem.
 
Bones: (in phone) Give me a second, I’m connecting with the satellite.
 
(She hooks up a box with wires to the laptop.)
 
Zach:  Alright.
 
Bones:  Okay, I’m linked.
 
Zach: I’ve been focusing on Dr. Brennan, a series of indentations on the bone.
 
Charlie:  Who’s that?
 
Bones:  My assistant Zach.
 
(Charlie walks around the counter next to Bones and leans over to the phone on the counter.)
 
Charlie: (into phone) Hey Zach.
 
Zach: Who’s that?
 
Bones:  The overnight guy, Charlie.  (She looks at the computer.) Okay, I’m set up you can send me the picture.
 
Charlie:  Hey Zach, does your boss have a boyfriend?
 
Zach:  Not currently.  Are you extremely good looking?
 
Charlie: Yes I am Zach.
 
Bones:  Zach, these are bite marks.
 
Zach:  You mean from the bear?
 
Bones: No, black bears have pre-molars that are small and peg like.  These marks show a doubled cusp pattern.
 
Zach:  Pigs are doubled cusped?
 
Charlie:  Hey Zach, are you extremely smart?
 
Zach:  Yes I am, Charlie.
 
Bones: No, pigs have six incisors.  These marks were made with four incisors like a chimp except these teeth form a continuous arch.
 
Charlie:  So, what’s got a continuous arch?
 
Zach:  Humans.
 
Bones:  We don’t just have a killer on our hands, we have a cannibal.
 
[Cut to: Sheriffs bronco.  The bronco is parked and the Sheriff and Bones are inside.  The Sheriff is eating a sandwich. Booth looks in through the Sheriff’s rolled down window.]
 
Bones:  Zach will have the odontologist at the Jeffersonian take a look but I’m right.
 
Sheriff: A cannibal.  You mean a Hannibal Lecter type deal?
 
Bones: I don’t know what that means?
 
Booth:  And we’re certain a human being gnawed on that bone?
 
Bones:  Bit, gnawed, removed the flesh.
 
Sheriff:  That’s …That’s really not good.
 
(The Sheriff begins to look at his sandwich then look disgusted.)
 
Booth:  Are you sure, Bones?  You have never seen anything like this before?
 
Bones:  Of course I have seen this before.  I did grad work among the Warri of the Amazon.  They have a long history of cannibalism. I’ve also seen evidence of cannibalism in some 12^th century Native American sites.  It’s not a big deal.
 
Sheriff: Have you ever? (points to his mouth)
 
Bones:  I’ve never been offered human flesh before?
 
Booth:  But what if you had?
 
Bones:  It’s an interesting question.  I would have to measure my own social inculcation against scientific inquiry.
 
Booth:  Okay that’s sick.
 
Bones:   You know maybe we’re looking for someone who needs to be rescued.  Maybe the young man died and the missing girl hungry and lost came upon him needing food. She…
 
Sheriff:  Sawed him up and barbequed him.
 
Bones:  There was no evidence that the hand was cooked.
 
Sheriff:  She does not look like the type of girl that would chew on raw flesh.
 
Bones:  You would be surprised, when survival instincts kick in.
 
Booth:  If it isn’t her then we’re dealing with some psycho cannibal killer.
 
Sheriff:  This is sick.
 
Bones:  Someone eating raw human flesh is going to get sick.
 
[Cut to:  Lab.  Angela and Zach are running some tests at a lit up table.  There are pictures of the various bones displayed on a computer screen beside them. Hodgins is pacing back and forth near the table.]
 
Angela: (picks up a photograph) Teeth marks?
 
Zach: (points to marks on bones in photograph) Yes and these drag marks are where the flesh was ripped right off the bone.
 
Angela:  Ugh, it’s like a zombie movie.
 
Hodgins:  Where is my bear poop?
 
Zach:  Is it the excrement you’re anxious to look at or the currier?
 
Hodgins:  What do you think?
 
Angela:  Somebody gnawed on this arm like some kind of man corn?
 
Hodgins: According to that Peruvian soccer team that crashed in the Andes, human flesh tastes like frogs legs.
 
(Hodgins walks over to the table and picks up a photo that Angela has just laid down.)
 
Angela: Like I need another reason why not to eat frogs.
 
Zach:  I’m going to make a cast of these markings.  We won’t get a full dental impression but at least we will get something.
 
(A lab worker walks into the area to get Zach.)
 
Lab Worker:  Zach, you’re needed upstairs.
 
(Zach gets up and removes his gloves.  He then leaves to go upstairs.)
 
Hodgins:  Angela, if we were a Peruvian soccer team and crashed in the Andes who would you rather eat me or Zach?
 
Angela:  (sighs)
 
Hodgins:  What?
 
[Cut to: Upstairs in the lobby.  The same Currier woman from before is upstairs with the package of bear scat.  Zach walks up behind her.]
 
Zach: (clears throat)
 
Woman:  I have a package for Zach Addy.
 
Zach:  That’s me.
 
Woman:  I thought.  There was the other guy.
 
Zach:  That was Hodgins.  He zoomed you because you’re so beautiful.
 
(The Woman smiles and hand him the electronic board for him to sign.)
 
Woman:  Thanks, that’s sweet.
 
(Zach takes the electronic board and signs it.)
 
Zach:  I’m not being sweet, it’s just a fact.
 
Woman: (hands him the box) How old are you?
 
Zach: Twenty-four.
 
Woman:  Twenty-four? (she gives his chin a light squeeze.)I could just eat you up.
 
[Cut to:  Outside the doctor/coroner’s office.  Bones and the Coroner/Doctor are walking down the sidewalk talking.]
 
Bones:  Have you diagnosed anyone recently with a prion disease?
 
Dr. Rigby:  Prion disease?  No. Some Alzheimer’s? Yes. Some brain damage due to alcoholism and huffing.
 
Bones:  Delusions? Erratic behavior? Violent outbursts?
 
Dr. Rigby:  The incubation for a prion disease can be years.  You’re thinking the cannibal might be showing symptoms of deterioration?
 
Bones: Dr. Rigby, I never said anything about a cannibal.
 
Dr. Rigby:  Well, it’s all over town.
 
Bones: ugh, Charlie, the overnight guy.  What do you think our chances are of keeping this quiet?
 
Dr. Rigby:  I’d say absolutely zero.
 
(They both laugh at that last comment.)
 
[Cut to: Lab.  Hodgins is taking a high pressure shower head and washing the bear scat through a strainer.]
 
Hodgins:  You knew I was waiting to see her again.
 
Zach:  You said you were waiting for your bear poop.  I said ‘are you excited about the excrement or the currier?’ and you said ‘What do you think’?
 
Hodgins:  You actually thought I was excited about excrement?
 
Zach:  You have to be clear.
 
(Hodgins just shakes his head while looking down. He sees a piece of bone in the strainer and picks it up with some long tweezers.)
 
Zach:  What’s that?
 
Hodgins: It’s a piece of undigested bone.
 
(Zach grabs the lower end of the tweezers to look at the bone piece.)
 
Zach: Metacarpal.  I think that goes with my hand.
 
(Hodgins notices more fragments in the strainer and starts to tweeze those out too.)
 
Hodgins:  Part of a tin can lots of tin fibers and some kind of sporocarp… here’s something (he takes the piece to a magnifier glass with a light.) Hair follicles, sebaceous glands? It’s a layer of dermis.
 
Zach:  Pigmentation marks in the microphage.
 
Hodgins:  A flap of skin with a tattoo. Huh.  We need a tattoo expert.
 
[Cut to:  Angela at a computer. She has the pieces of skin scanned into the computer looking at it.  Hodgins and Zach look on.]
 
Angela:  It’s fairly simple. Uh, two colors, red and black, some kind of Native design.
 
Hodgins: (to Zach) She likes me more then she likes you.
 
Zach:  She said I was sweet.
 
Hodgins: I made her laugh at Jimmy’s third nostril.
 
(While Hodgins and Zach talk, Angela is duplicating parts of the tattoo on the screen to make a pattern.)
 
Angela: (laughs) That’s pretty good, making a woman laugh at a third nostril.
 
Hodgins: We have a tentative coffee date.
 
Zach:  She said she wanted to eat me up.
 
Angela:  Zach’s definitely ahead on points.
 
(Angela draws something on her digital pad and a circular sun kind of pattern is formed.)
 
Angela:  Hmm, Well there it is.
 
[Cut to:  Sheriff’s Office.  Bones is sitting at a computer looking at the screen with Angela on a web cam talking.  The Sheriff and Booth look on]
 
Angela:  The skin in the scat has a sun on it.
 
Sheriff:  What is that, A Haiku?
 
Booth: It’s a tattoo.
 
Angela: Hi Booth. (to Sheriff) Hi, I’m Angela Montenegro.
 
Sheriff: (leans in) How you doing Angela?
 
Bones:  Angela, focus Please.
 
Angela:  It’s a hida sun motif.
 
Booth:  Good work, very impressive.(to Sheriff) Eighteen to twenty-five year old man with a hida sun tattoo on his arm?
 
Angela:  Hey Booth, I have kind of a thing for tattoos.  You got any?
 
Bones:  Angela!
 
Angela:  I’m sorry sweetie but what’s with that town?  You gettin any from that hot overnight guy?
 
Bones:  Ang, we’re trying to work.
 
Angela:  Is that town totally wasted on you sweetie because I take this as a sign from God to loosen up.  You know what they say ‘what happens in Aurora stays in Aurora.’
 
(Bones get irritated and close her computer ending the connection with Angela.)
 
Angela:  Hey!
 
Sheriff: (to Booth and Bones) I’m running a missing persons check using the new info on the tattoo.  She seems very friendly, your associate.
 
Bones:  She’s three thousand miles away.
 
Booth:  I’d send away for a Russian bride.
 
(The Sheriff laughs. A picture comes up on the Sheriffs computer screen of a male.)
 
Sheriff: (nods at the screen) Adam Langer, Twenty two, missing ten days from college in Richland. Wait, I know this kid.  He used to come up to visit Sherman, wanted to be a ranger.
 
[Cut to: Outside of Sherman’s house.  The Sheriff, Booth, and Bones walk up on the front porch.]
 
Sheriff:  Look I’ve know Sherman for years.  I can’t believe he had anything to do with this.
 
(The Sheriff knocks at the door and Sherman answers.)
 
Sherman:  Hey Sheriff.
 
Sheriff:  Hey Sherman, mind if we come in. (he removes his hat.)
 
Sherman:  You guys here about the cannibal?
 
Sheriff:  We can’t talk about official business.  How’s about some tea?
 
Sherman:  Sure.
 
(Sherman closes the door and the Sheriff sits down.)
 
Sheriff:  Oh yeah.
 
Booth: (whispers to Sheriff) What did you do that for?
 
Sheriff: Give you a chance to look around, get a sense of the man.
 
(Bones walks over to a sculpture above a fire place.)
 
Bones:  The raven spirit.  In some Native American stories it has a cannibalistic elem…
 
(They hear a bang from the room Sherman is in.  Booth runs to the kitchen door to see what happened.)
 
Booth:  He went out back. (to Sheriff)Give me your flashlight.
 
(The Sheriff tosses Booth his flashlight and Booth goes to run out the front door.)
 
Sheriff:  No way you will catch Sherman Rivers in the woods.
 
Booth:  Just search the place.
 
(Sherman is running and Booth is chasing him through the woods.)
 
Booth:  Sherman! Stop!
 
(Sherman runs through some water.  Back at the house Bones is going through the kitchen trash. The Sheriff is looking around the kitchen and sees knifes on the walls.)
 
Sheriff:  I don’t know if a wall of knives is evidence but it sure is creepy.
 
(Booth is catching up to Sherman and points his gun at him.)
 
Booth:  Hey! Hey! Stop!
 
(Sherman keeps running while Bones and the Sheriff are looking through cupboards.)
 
Bones:  Is there a saw?
 
Sheriff: (sees on in a cabinet.) Yep.
 
Bones:  We’ll want to take it.  See if it matches the cuts in Adam Langer’s bone.  (She picks up an eaten apple out of the garbage with a glove.)  Let’s see if this matches the teeth marks.
 
(Booth is still running out in the woods trying to catch Sherman and stops shining the flashlight in front of him.  The flashlight goes out.)
 
Booth:  You’ve got to be kidding me.
 
(Bones grabs a can back in the kitchen to break a lock she sees on a chest freezer. She breaks it open.)
 
Sheriff:  As justice of the peace I authorize you to open that locked freezer.
 
Bones:  Thank You.
 
(Bones lifts the lid and sees a freezer full of wrapped meat.)
 
Sheriff:  What kind of meat do you think that is?
 
[Cut to: Booth and Bones in the car.  Booth is driving and Bones is on her cell phone to Angela.]
 
 
Bones:  I’m sending a bunch of frozen meat by overnight air.  I need to know what it is as soon as possible.
 
Angela: Ugh, you think it’s human?
 
Bones:  Maybe, it’s a funny color.
 
Angela:  So did you catch the guy?
 
Bones: No, (she looks at booth while talking) Booth lost him in the woods.
 
Booth:  Whoa, wait a second.  I didn’t loose him.
 
Bones:  Well you didn’t catch him.
 
Angela:  So you two have the night free?
 
Bones: Yes, we can’t do anything until I get a determination on that meat and Booth has to wait until it’s light for the guy he lost.
 
Booth:  I didn’t loose him okay.  He, uh, Tell her that my flashlight died.
 
Bones:  She doesn’t care.
 
Angela:  What?
 
Booth:  Give me the phone.
 
Bones:  It’s not safe to drive and talk on the cell phone.
 
Angela:  Are you two fighting?
 
Booth: Professional pride, tell her, please tell her that.
 
Bones:  Booth wants you to know that he lost the guy because his flashlight died.
 
Booth:  And because he’s an Indian and he’s a park ranger and he’s very very familiar with the territory.  Tell her that.
 
Bones:  Did you hear that?
 
Angela:  Yeah, something about Indian Territory.
 
Bones:  Yeah, she says she understands. (to Angela) I need to know about that meat as soon as possible.
 
Angela:  Yeah, I’ll tell Zach.
 
(Booth reaches for her cell phone.)
 
Booth:  Give me the phone.(he grabs it away from her.)  Hold up. (to Angela) Plus you know what it wasn’t even my flashlight okay, it was the Sheriffs flashlight and his batteries they ran out (Bones snatches her phone back) Okay!
 
Bones: (in phone) Goodnight Angela.
 
Angela:  Hey, you have to take that man for a drink and have a little fun yourself.
 
Bones: (to Booth) Fun and a drink, where do we find that?
 
[Cut to:  A local bar.  The locals are listening to country type music.  There is pool playing, darts, and dancing.  Bones is dancing with Charlie the overnight guy on the dance floor.]
 
Charlie:  So I was surprised to see you here.  You know in your book you never seem to get your man.
 
Bones:  Well, that’s not me that’s just a character.  In real life you have to wait for lab results.
 
Charlie: I see well lucky for me.
 
Bones: (laughs) I don’t know.  I’m afraid I’m not a very good dancer. Apparently I lead.
 
Charlie:  So I’ll follow.
 
(Booth goes up to the bar next to the Sheriff and takes a seat.)
 
Sheriff: Hey Booth. (shakes hand)  Want a beer?
 
Bar Tender: (yells) What do you need Sheriff?
 
Sheriff:  Another beer.
 
[Cut to: Dance floor.]
 
Charlie:  You know I climbed with Adam sometimes.  I was kinda freaked out when I found out it was his arm.
 
Bones:  You knew Adam Langer?
 
Charlie:  I taught him how to climb.  Man he’s was strong.  No matter how much I’d lift I could never match him.
 
Bones: (she feels his arms) You have excellent definition in your biceps and triceps.
 
Charlie:  Well thanks and your, uh, waist muscles feel good too.
 
Bones: Transverse abdominals.  Thank you.
 
Charlie:  So that meat we sent back to your lab that wasn’t ah more of Adam was it.
 
Bones: I can’t discuss…
 
Dr. Rigby: Excusez-moi?
 
(Dr. Rigby laughs and cuts in to dance with Bones. He twirls her around.)
 
Bones:  Dr. Rigby.
 
Dr. Rigby: I thought I would rescue you.  I can’t imagine you and Charlie have a lot to talk about.
 
Bones:  We were managing. 
 
Dr. Rigby: Look, um I guess it looks pretty bad for Sherman, huh?
 
Bones: I can’t discuss the investigation with you Dr. Rigby.
 
Dr. Rigby: Look, Sherman is a flathead.  The spiritual beliefs of his tribe don’t value cannibalism. They never have.
 
Bones: Well anthropology teaches us that beliefs and customs evolve.  That’s why you can still find cannibalism practice today.
 
Dr. Rigby: So wait you can justify the active eating of another human being.
 
(Booth is watching Bones dance with Dr. Rigby.)
 
Bones:  I can understand it intellectually.
 
Dr. Rigby: Alright, I shouldn’t be talking shop not with such a beautiful woman in my arms.
 
(Dr. Rigby twirls her away from him and the Sheriff grabs her to dance.)
 
Sheriff:  Hey, Sheriffs time. You really think you can match the bite marks on Sherman’s apple with the bite marks on that kids’ arm bone.
 
Bones:  I don’t really feel comfortable discussing a case on the dance floor.
 
Sheriff:  Well I’m the Sheriff. (grabs the badge on his shirt.) We’re colleagues.
 
(The Sheriff twirls her a little and Booth catches her.)
 
Booth:  Mind if I cut in?  I thought you might need a break.
 
Bones:  What happened to your shirt?
 
Booth:  Well, we’re in a bar it’s a look.
 
Bones:  Everybody is pumping me.
 
Booth:  I’m sorry?
 
Bones: For information on the case.
 
Booth:  Bones they are only pretending to be interested in the case.
 
Bones:  Why?
 
Booth:  They’re hitting on you.
 
Bones: (laughs) Are you sure?
 
Booth:  Yes, I’m sure. You’re the hottest thing this town has seen in a long time. (he dips her.) Check out the competition.
 
(Bones sees a short haired blonde woman drinking at the bar from her upside down view.)
 
Booth: Now that is someone who wants to eat your heart.
 
[Cut to: Lab.  Hodgins is looking in a microscope and has whatever is underneath magnified on a screen next to him.  Angela watches him.]
 
Angela: Oh, very pretty.
 
Hodgins: Lovely, it’s a sporocarp called tubber gibbosum after a week in bear poop.
 
Angela:  Thank you for ruining my moment.
 
Hodgins:  It’s a mushroom, an Oregon white truffle.  They’re a microrisal species that only grow in symbiosis with Douglas fir trees.
 
(Angela sits down next to Hodgins.)
 
Angela:  Are Douglas fir trees very very rare in the woods?
 
Hodgins: No.
 
Angela:  Then you really haven’t found anything useful, have you?
 
Hodgins: (sighs) No.
 
Angela:  Do you want to get something to eat?
 
Hodgins: No.
 
Angela: Oh, you’re expecting a delivery tonight.
 
Hodgins: Zach is.
 
Angela:  And you’re going to zoom him.
 
Hodgins:  Like the Indy 500 baby. (smiles then laughs)
 
[Cut to: Outdoors in the woods.  The Sheriff, Booth and Bones are walking along the bank of a stream.]
 
Booth:  You didn’t come down for breakfast Bones.
 
Bones:  I wasn’t hungry.  Sorry you had to pay for your own meal.
 
Booth:  I called your room there was no answer.
 
Bones:  Why the sudden interest in my morning habits, Booth?
 
Booth:  Look, I just thought we were going to get something to eat. You know and so I waited.  My eggs got cold that’s all. Cold eggs.
 
(They all step across rocks in the stream to cross it. Booth is leading the way and stops on the other side, squats down, and plays with some dirt.)
 
Booth: This is where my flashlight failed.
 
Sheriff: You mean my flashlight and how can you be sure?
 
Booth: (shows him a button.) Because this is where I was standing.
 
Sheriff:  A shirt button?
 
Booth:  And I heard him, um, disappear in this direction. (he points in front of him.)
 
Bones: (to Sheriff) Leaving buttons on the trail must be an old fish chewer trick.
 
Sheriff:  You mean a snake eater, an old snake eater trick.
 
[Cut to: Lab.  Hodgins is leaning on his head and appears to be napping. Zach walks up and drops the box on the desk next to him waking him up.]
 
Zach:  Were you here all night?
 
Hodgins: Yes, Did I miss Toni?
 
Zach: Yes, she asked about you?
 
Hodgins: Oh, you torpedoed me didn’t you?
 
Zach: (he walks over and leans on the back of the computer)No, I told her the truth that you were shifting through excrement.
 
Hodgins: (stands to face him) You want a war?  Fine, because I am the warrior.
 
(Angela comes walking up to them with papers in her hands.)
 
Angela:  Zach, I got the measurements for your saw from the Angelator. (she hands him the papers) Now all you have to do is find a match.  Say thank you with gifts. (to Hodgins) Did you work all night?
 
Hodgins: (defeated) Yes, I shaved the truffle.
 
Angela:  Is that anything like spanking the monkey?
 
Hodgins: I found boaring dust.
 
Angela:  Is there any other kind.
 
Hodgins:  Boaring dust is produced by beetles which mean the tree the truffle grew on was infested.
 
Zach:  That’s not going to impress Toni.
 
Hodgins:  That’s not why I did it.  I did it to serve justice and capture a murderous cannibal.
 
Angela:  That’ll impress the hot currier.
 
Hodgins:  I am back in the game.
 
[Cut to:  Bones, Booth, and the Sheriff still walking through the woods.]
 
Sheriff: No way you catch Sherman in the woods.  He’s a park ranger and an Indian.
 
Booth: (sees Sherman sitting on a rock) He’s right there.
 
Sheriff: Oh, he’s doing some kind of Indian ritual.
 
Booth:  He’s waiting for us.
 
(Bones cell phone rings.  It’s Hodgins and Zach on the other end on speaker phone.)
 
Bones:  Brennan.
 
Zach:  The meat samples you sent us were all Ursus Americanus.
 
Bones:  Black bear?
 
Sherman: (to Booth) I didn’t kill no one.
 
Booth:  Why’d you run?
 
Sherman:  You’re FBI.  Did you ever hear of Leonard Peltier?, Pine Ridge? , Wounded knee? (he stands up)
 
Booth: Oh.
 
Sherman:  Indians and FBI don’t mix.
 
Bones:  (she holds the phone down at her side.) He ran because he’s the poacher.
 
Sheriff: You’re the poacher?
 
Bones: Yeah, the meat we found in his freezer was black bear.
 
Booth: (to Sheriff) No wonder you never caught him.
 
Sherman:  I want a lawyer.
 
(Hodgins speaks loudly over phone and Bones puts it back up to her ear.)
 
Hodgins:  You should be on the look out for a patch of woods that’s infested with Dendroctonous brevicomis lacont.
 
Bones: (to Booth) Alright, Hodgins says that the bear dug up the arm in a stand of western pine beetle infested Douglas fir.
 
(The Sheriff puts handcuffs on Sherman.)
 
Sherman:  Say you did catch a poacher. Say it was an Indian who shouldn’t have to follow white mans law anyway.
 
Booth:  Not even a park ranger?
 
Sherman:  Say he could show you a stand of trees like that.  Would you maybe let that Indian go?
 
Hodgins: (on phone) The saw is 300 millimeter with 32 offset teeth per inch with a wobble factor of one one hundredth of an inch.
 
Bones:(on phone) That’s a common hack saw.  That won’t help us much.
 
Zach: Dr. Brennan, I was just wondering if you were going to send us anymore samples?
 
Hodgins: Yeah,uh, even more of the same samples in case we want to double check the data?
 
Bones: Okay, I’ll let you know. (She hangs up her phone.)
 
Zach:  Do you think she’ll send more?
 
Hodgins: God in Heaven, I hope so.
 
(Sherman is leading the Sheriff, Booth, and Bones to the trees they are looking for.)
 
Sheriff: Japanese right? They pay a fortune for that bear meat.  They take the gall bladders to fix up their pecker troubles.
 
Booth:  Would have gotten away with it if you hadn’t kept the meat in the freezer.
 
Sherman:  I’m not admitting nothing.
 
Bones:  He couldn’t bring himself to waste the meat.
 
Sherman: (stops) This patch of trees is all infested with beetles.  According to the GPS the bear was here seven days ago.
 
(Booth goes off to look around the area.)
 
Bones:  It fits the timeline for the arm.
 
Sheriff:  What are we looking for?
 
Bones:  I’m guessing we’re looking for a shallow grave that’s been disrupted by a hungry bear.
 
(Booth stops takes off his sunglasses and looks at the ground.)
 
Booth: Or maybe some kind of Satanic Stonehenge circle.
 
(The camera pans back and we see white stones on the ground in a circle with spokes like the wheel of a wagon made out of white rocks too.  Bones runs over to it with her bag and takes her camera out. She starts snapping pictures.)
 
Sheriff:  We see this kind of thing all the time. Kids come up here, get baked, do their own version of the Blair Witch Project.
 
Bones:  I don’t know what that means?
 
Booth:  It’s a horror movie, Bones.  Didn’t make any sense.
 
Sheriff:  It was scary though with the bloody handprints.
 
Bones: (dials phone) Ang, I’m going to beam you some stills of what looks like a ritualistic Indian site,  a medicine wheel of some kind.
 
Booth: (to Sherman) This thing legit?
 
Sherman:  What am I, a shaman?
 
Bones: Dr. Goodman is an expert in Native American Anthropology.  He should be able to tell you what it means.
 
Sheriff: Indian symbols on the inside, Sherman you’re looking guiltier by the minute.
 
Sherman:  Oh, shut up Chris. You know better then that.
 
Sheriff: Hey, you’re a poacher man. I sure as hell didn’t see that coming either.
 
(Bones walks off from the circle a little ways and Booth goes over to her.)
 
Booth: You got something?
 
Bones: Waxy leaves, it means methane gas is leeching from the soil.
 
Booth: You mean like a body?
 
(The Sheriff and Sherman come over to look. Bones pushes some pine needles away and sees Adams body without the arm underneath.)
 
Sherman:  That’s Adam Langer.
 
(Bones removes more pine needles and sees another body.)
 
Bones: Uh, there’s a woman here too.
 
Booth:  Probably Anne Noyes, the hiker.
 
(Bones notices blood on the front of the woman’s shirt and reaches in her chest.)
 
Bones: (to Booth) And she’s missing her heart.
 
[Cut to: Lab. Dr. Goodman and Angela are looking at the screen with the medicine wheel made out of stones on it.]
 
Dr. Goodman: It’s a perversion of Salish medicine wheel. This is the spirit chief, chi che hume met chu.  The southern most stone should represent strength.  The center of the wheel should represent life force.  (sighs) but  this is upside down and inside out.
 
Angela: We’re dealing with a cannibal.
 
Dr. Goodman:  I suppose you could interpret this as a way of taking energy from someone by eating their flesh. Zoom in. (points to a stone at the center.) There, this is the symbol for strength the arm.  (points to another stone at the top of a spoke.) This one is for spirit, the heart.  This one for knowledge and this is for courage.
 
Angela:  So we’re looking for maybe a scarecrow, tin man, or a lion?
 
Dr, Goodman:  You say two bodies were found?
 
Angela: (Zooms out and points to another area of the picture) Over here, they were dug up by a bear.  One showing signs that his arms was eaten by the cannibal the other missing her heart.
 
Dr. Goodman:  There should be two more bodies to complete the ritual.
 
Angela:  They checked the site.  There were only these two.
 
Dr. Goodman:  If I’ve analyzed this correctly it means there will be two more victims.
 
[Cut to: Coroner’s office in Aurora. Dr. Rigby and Bones are there. The two victims lie on metal tables.]
 
Dr. Rigby: Both victims were killed by gunshots to the head.
 
Bones: (talking into recorder.)  These stalite patterns (points to wound in head of guy) at the entry wounds indicate a low caliber hand gun at close range.
 
Dr. Rigby:  That’s remarkable.
 
Bones: Not really.  Based on attapushphere formation I’m estimating the female has been dead for about…
 
Dr. Rigby:  A week?
 
Bones: Very good.
 
(Bones walks over to the female body.)
 
Dr. Rigby:  Well her clothing matches that of Anne Noyes and the male is Adam Langer.
 
Bones:  My people at the Jeffersonian tell me that the medicine wheel suggests a perversion of an old healing ritual.  The cannibal may have eaten the arm for strength and the heart for spirit.
 
Dr. Rigby:  Well that makes sense from a certain point of view.  Do they think that it’s an Indian?
 
Bones: No way to tell.
 
Dr. Rigby: Look, I’m no policeman but it doesn’t make sense that Sherman Rivers would lead you straight to the evidence that proves he’s a murderer and a cannibal.
 
[Cut to: outside of the room Bones is in.  Booth and the Sheriff talk to Sherman in the hallway.]
 
Sherman:  Adam was a good guy.  He wanted to be a park ranger. I was a, what do you call it?
 
Sheriff:  His mentor?
 
Sherman:  That’s right, his mentor, taking him out with me on my rounds showing him the ropes of the job.
 
Booth:  Well maybe Adam found out you were poaching so you made sure he wouldn’t talk.
 
Sherman: Yeah so I ate his arm and ate some woman’s heart for dessert because that’s the type of guy I am.
 
Booth: Well he fits the description of someone that’s missing an arm. Why didn’t you say anything?
 
Sherman: Somebody says maybe they are going to come and visit, maybe they do, maybe they don’t maybe they go see their climbing buddy instead?
 
Sheriff:  Charlie?
 
Booth:  The overnight guy?
 
Sherman:  Maybe sometimes they go visit a girl?
 
Sheriff:  What girl?
 
Sherman:  I’m not comfortable saying.
 
Booth: Well maybe what with the murders and cannibalism you get past that discomfort. Hmm?
 
Sherman:  Adam had a thing with the vet lady so did his buddy Charlie. You know how jealous white people can be.
 
Sheriff:  Um, in the interest of full disclosure I gotta say I see Denise from time to time too.
 
(Sherman laughs.)
 
Sheriff:  What? You find that funny?
 
(The door opens next to Booth and Bones comes out holding her phone.)
 
Bones: You know the apple we found in Sherman’s cabin?
 
Booth:  You get a mold?
 
Bones: (Has the phone on speaker) Zach?
 
Zach: Yeah, the mold from the apple does not match the teeth marks on the bone.
 
Sherman: So what does that mean?
 
Bones:  It means that you aren’t the cannibal.
 
Sherman: (Sheriff unhand cuffs him) I already knew that.
 
Booth:  The point was to convince us.
 
Sheriff:  What do we do now?  Check everybody’s teeth in town?
 
Booth: Not everybody.
 
{Cut to: Bar.  Bones is standing next to Denise the vet. Booth is standing on the other side of Denise.]
 
Denise: We consume and we are consumed.  We are consumed by greed, by ambition, lust, jealousy.
 
Booth: Dr. Randall if you could just…
 
Denise: I mean even just regular love is a form of cannibalism.
 
Bones:  (points to mold on table) Could you just put the dental medium between your teeth…
 
Denise: (holds mold in her hand) I mean the whole perfect idea of love is that two people become one. Now that’s a kind of consumption.
 
Bones:  We’re talking about something a little more literal, Dr. Randall. (to Booth)We need her to bite it. 
 
Booth: Why didn’t you report him missing?
 
Denise:  Because I would have had to admit that he and I were lovers.
 
Bones:  Why not admit it?
 
Denise: Because it would of made another guy angry.
 
Booth:  What other guy?
 
Denise: Charlie and Sheriff Scott and Andrew Rigby and maybe a couple of others…I don’t know.  Well, there’s not a lot to do in a place like Aurora so what you do you do a lot.
 
Booth:  Dr. Randall, if you...can you just bite these?
 
Denise:  And if I were your cannibal would I have pointed out that there were human bones in the bear after the autopsy?
 
Bones: An autopsy on an animal is called a necropsy.
 
Denise: Yeah, there’s a reason I get all the guys and you don’t. (She bites down on the mold.) Let me tell ya if I ate Adam there wouldn’t be anything left.
 
[Cut to: Lab.  Angela and Zach are looking at close up of bones on a computer screen.]
 
Zach: (points to marks on bones.) Here and here.  These look like tooth marks again.
 
Angela: Okay?
 
Zach: But they’re too regular.  They are exactly two point four millimeters apart.  Teeth aren’t that exact.  It has to be some kind of machine.
 
Angela:  She was eaten by a machine?
 
Zach:  I don’t know.
 
[Cut to: bar at night.  Bones and Booth are walking out.]
 
Booth:  We’ve got a love triangle, quadrangle, octangle, whatever jealousy always a good motive.
 
Bones:  For murdering Adam Langer maybe but Anne Noyes and the cannibalism? No, we are looking for someone who is clinically insane.
 
Booth:  The whole rant thing the vet lady had about people consuming each other that was wacky.
 
Bones: Yeah but kinda true don’t you think?
 
(Bones cell phone rings and she answers it.)
 
Bones: Hey Angela.
 
Angela:  Sweetie, Zach wants to beam you something.
 
Bones: Okay, hold on a second. (She puts her bag on a garbage can and grabs her laptop.)
 
Angela:  Just see if you can tell what it is but if you’re in a public place you might want to cover your screen.
 
(Booth looks at her computer with her.)
 
Bones: What am I looking at?
 
Zach: Indentations on Anne Noyes sternum.
 
Bones: Magnification?
 
Zach: forty.
 
Bones: I can’t believe both Dr. Rigby and I missed these.  Good job.
 
Booth:  What are they?
 
Bones: How far apart are these indentations?
 
Angela: Two point four millimeters.
 
Bones: (to Booth) Okay, these marks (points to screen) and the splitting of the bone here were made by a sternum spreader.
 
Booth:  There is no record of Anne Noyes having  heart surgery.
 
Bones: Rigby didn’t miss it.
 
(She slams her laptop down.)
 
[Cut to: Bones and Booth walking slowly down a hallway in the coroners’ office.]
 
Bones: Moments like this are why I need a gun.
 
(Booth sighs and takes a gun out of his pant leg.)
 
Bones:  Where else do you keep them? (takes gun) Thank you.
 
Booth:  That is for self defense so you don’t just go blasting away in there.
 
Bones:  What if I have to shoot?  What part of his body should I hit?
 
(Booth peaks in a door then opens it and goes in.)
 
Booth:  The part that isn’t me. Just stay back.
 
(Bones gets ahead of him.)
 
Bones: (notices the empty metal tables.) The bodies are gone.
 
Booth:  What’s he gonna do take them into the woods for a late night snack?
 
Bones: If I were him I would destroy the evidence.
 
(Dr. Rigby has the bodies on the tables getting ready to push them into a cremation furnace. Booth and Bones go in the room and Booth aims his gun at him.)
 
Booth:  Step away from the incinerator, Dr. Rigby.
 
(Bones steps over towards the wall and flips the incinerator switch off then points her gun at him too.)
 
Dr. Rigby:  You don’t understand it’s a spiritual right to share the life force…
 
Booth: Look, you’re nuts okay we get it.  We don’t need to hear the rambling psycho speech on why you did it.
 
Dr. Rigby: You’re an anthropologist. (he steps towards Bones and then by her to the body)You know that ancient civilizations would sacrifice some in order to preserve the strength…
 
(Bones hits him from behind in the head with a bed pan.  He goes down on the floor.)
 
Booth:  What’d you do that for?
 
Bones: Nobody wants to hear that rambling psycho speech.
 
Booth:  A bedpan? Hmm.
 
(Bones throws the bedpan on the floor.)
 
[Cut to: Lab lobby.  Zach and Hodgins are dressed up waiting for the currier.]
 
Zach: Why do we have to face her together?
 
Hodgins: You want this settled or what?
 
Zach: I would definitely like this settled.
 
(Angela comes walking up to them.)
 
Hodgins:  What are you doing here?
 
Angela:  Are you kidding? It’s like watching the clash of the horny titans.
 
Woman:  Who’d like to sign for this?
 
Hodgins:  Who wouldn’t want to sign for it?
 
Woman:  So the idea is whoever signs for this…
 
Zach:  Yes, the act of signing is an analog for choos…
 
Hodgins:  She gets it.
 
(The currier goes up to Hodgins and looks him over then to Zach and does the same.  She then looks at Angela who looks a little surprised.)
 
Angela: Oh?
 
(The currier hands her the thing to sign.)
 
Angela: Oh? oh, (laughs and signs) That is really sweet.  Thank you.
 
(She hands the electronic gadget back over to the currier.  The currier leaves and Angela fans herself with the large envelope.)
 
Hodgins:  That is so hot.
 
Zach:  Why? Why is that hot? It would be hotter if she chosen me.
 
Hodgins: No, this is definitely hotter. Phew.
 
[Cut to: A more upscale bar in Aurora. Booth and Bones are sitting at the bar area eating.]
 
Bones:  And to think I didn’t want to come here with you.  I mean this was a fascinating case. You don’t often find ritual cannibalism practice so close to home.
 
Booth:  Which I find a plus.
 
Bones:  There are always those individuals within a species who are driven to break the most basic taboos. I mean Rigby actually ate human flesh.
 
Booth:  Bones I just got my steak and eggs.
 
Bones:  Rigby has a prion disease which means he’s been a cannibal for quite some time.  Do you realize when we go to trial he could use the insanity defense?
 
Booth:  The guy is nuts.
 
Bones: Yes, but is it nuts because he got a brain disease from eating human flesh or was he already nuts the first time he ate flesh or did he just lick his fingers after surgery?
 
(Booth drops his fork on his plate and picks up his mug.)
 
Booth:  I should just become a vegetarian.
 
Bones: Or as an alternative just don’t eat people.  You know I’m going come back up here this winter.  Charlie says the skiing is great.
 
Booth: Oh, it’s Charlie?
 
Bones: Yeah the overnight guy.
 
Booth: (laughs) Yeah I know who he is.
 
Bones:  I bet he’s a great skier.  His hips and thighs are perfectly developed for strength and maneuverability.
 
Booth:  (drops his fork) That’s it I’m done.
 
Bones:  What? No good?  You want some corn flakes? (she holds some up on her spoon for him) Want some?
 
Booth: No.
 
Fade to Black.

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