Épisode Au service de sa majesté (1ère partie) S04E01

Alors que Brennan et Booth donnent des conférences à Londres, ils se joignent à une enquête sur le meurtre d'une héritière américaine. Ils travaillent pour l'occasion avec leurs homologues britanniques, le Dr Ian Wexler et l'Inspecteur Cate Pritchard.

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Titre VO
Yanks in the UK (Part 1)

Titre VF
Au service de sa majesté (1ère partie)

Première diffusion
03.09.2008

Première diffusion en France
03.04.2009

Dr. Ian Wexler (Andrew Buchan) et Temperance Brennan (Emily Deschanel)

Dr. Ian Wexler (Andrew Buchan), Temperance Brennan (Emily Deschanel) et Seeley Booth (David Boreanaz)

Seeley Booth (David Boreanaz) face à un garde anglais

Seeley Booth (David Boreanaz) et Temperance Brennan (Emily Deschanel)

Temperance Brennan (Emily Deschanel) et l'enquêtrice

Temperance Brennan (Emily Deschanel)

Les fouines au labo

Jack Hodgins (TJ Thyne), Angela Montenegro (Michaela Conlin) et Clark Eddison (Eugene Byrd)

Jack Hodgins (TJ Thyne) et Angela Montenegro (Michaela Conlin)

Temperance Brennan (Emily Deschanel) et Seeley Booth (David Boreanaz)

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Script VO
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Bones fait un discours à l’université d’Oxford. Elle a été invitée par le Docteur Ian Wexler. Alors qu’elle parle, Booth dort. Elle en vient a parler de lui en disant qu’il a lui-même fait un discours a Scotland Yard le soir d’avant. Alors qu’elle lui demande de se lever, elle remarque qu’il dort. C’est alors qu’elle le réveil un peu en hurlant. Booth se lève, elle fait remarquer que Booth est l’humain intuitif alors que elle incarne l’empiriste logique. Mais que la logique pure peu être destructrice et l’a remarqué récemment. Elle dit que son assistant, la personne la plus brillante qu’elle a connu et Booth fini sa phrase en disant qu’il est devenu l’apprenti d’un tueur en série. Brennan ensuite dit que les scientifique on besoin d’autres chose que de la logique pure.

Dans la cour, Brennan demande a Booth comment il a trouvé son discours, Booth dit que s’était bien. Bones lui dit alors qu’il ment car il s’est endormi. Il s’excuse en disant que les flics de Scotland Yard l’ont emmener boire un verre, il est interrompu par Ian qui vient voir brennan pour la félicité de son discours et flirte clairement avec elle, d’ailleurs ça n’a pas l’air de plaire a Booth. Il reçoit un coup de téléphone pour une enquête et invite Brennan a se joindre a lui et dit que Booth peu venir et Bones répond qu’il va aimer.

On voit ensuite la tamise. Une voiture est sortie et il y a un corps dedans. L’inspecteur Cate Pitchard est là. Bones, Ian et Booth arrive. Cate salut Booth et clame les louanges de son discours de la veille et cette fois si c’est Brennan qui sourit. Ian présente ensuite Brennan en disant qu’elle est comme lui. Alors que Cate fait la liste des défauts de Ian, Booth dit a Brennan en rigolant qu’il a trouvé leur sosie. La voiture sortie appartient a Portia Frampton une fille a papa super riche. Ian et Brennan examine le corps mais Ian fait ça genre flirte. Bones fait remarqué a Cate et Booth que la jeune fille a reçu un coup sur la tête. La jeune femme est américaine, son père va donc vouloir que le FBI enquête. Booth s’approche alors de Brennan et dit qu’ils sont la meilleure équipe d’enquêteurs d’Amérique et Bones fait remarqué qu’ils sont en Angleterre. Bones dit alors qu’il faut envoyé les ossements au Jefferson. Cate demande alors si Ian est d’accord il dit OK et manière mièleuse.

GENERIQUE

Les ossements sont arrivés au Jefferson. L’équipe fait l’inventaire des preuves et se les partagent. Angela prend les photos de la scène de crime et va dans son bureau. Alors qu’elle regarde une photo, elle se rend compte que son mari est dans son bureau. Elle s’approche de lui et l’embrasse. Elle lui fait remarqué que c’est la dernière chose qu’il obtiendra d’elle et demande le divorse.

En Angleterre, nos 4 acolytes prennent en main le dossier et font les premières découvertes. Portia a disparus le lendemain de son anniversaire et alors que Ian continu, Booth ce plein du petit déjeuner qu’il a prit. Bones lui explique les choses et ils commence a se chamailler et Cate et Ian sourient. Cate finit par dire que Booth n’a certainement pas supporter le Beef qui je le rappelle n’est pas tellement cuit. Alors que Ian commence a faire le malin Booth lui demande de prendre son goblet, remet son costume en place et dis que lui et Bones irons interrogé la famille. Cate demande s’il interroge la famille ensemble, tout les deux. Ils répondent en même temps que c’est ce qu’ils font toujours. Cate et Ian disent alors que c’est pas ce qu’ils font et que c’est mignon .

L’apprenti de l’ équipe note que portia a été frappée puis qu’elle est tombé a terre et qu’une fois a terre, elle a encore été frapper. Camille lui demande quelle arme mais il ne peux pas encore le dire tant qu’il n’aura pas tout les fragments du crane. Angela arrive a se moment et présente son mari a l’équipe. Camille a l’air subjugué par son mari. Angela demande alors q ce qu’elle et Hodgins partent pour faire les papiers du divorse. Sweets arrive et dit « pauvre Hosgins » et se met a rire. Angela part et présente son mari a Jack.

Retour a Londres ou Booth, Brennan et Cate parle au père de la victime. Ils leurs explique qu’il a quitter les USA pour échapper a la violence. Il dit que sa fille était très gentil et avait un comportement exemplaire mais Brennan lui fait remarqué que non et lui montre un journal a scandale avec une photo de sa fille en bikini mais sans le haut. Il fini par dire a Booth que sa fille sortait avec un homme, mais leur relation restait secrète car le père du jeune homme ne voulait pas que son père le sache.

Booth, Brennan et Cate son en voiture et se rende chez le petit ami de Portia. Booth roule a droite et Cate lui fait remarqué qu’en Angelterre on roule a gauche. Bones lui dit alors qu’en Angleterre le code de la route n’est pas la même et qu’elle peut conduire mais Booth refuse. Il continu en disant, qu’il va interroger chaque membre de la famille séparemment pour découvrir et coincé celui qui ment. Booth revient sur la droite et Cate redit qu’il faut rouler a gauche. Bones lui dit qu’ici le code de la route est inversé. Booth croit alors que quand le feu est rouge c’est qu’il peut passer alors que ç’est pas ça. Il s’arrête au milieu du carrefour, sort de la voiture et se mets a hurler, qu’il hait l’Angleterrre, il hait Londres. Le téléphone de Bones sonne. Cam a fait les tests toxicologique et elle a découvert que la jeune fille était enceinte de deux mois. Booth remonte dans la voiture et demande ce qu’il a réaté. Cate le mets au courant de se que Cam a dit. Booth décide donc d’allé au Palais du petit ami de Portia.

En arrivant, Cate conduit Bones est a coté et Booth a été relayé derrière. Il sort et tout les 3 partent interroger. Le majordome de la maison leur ouvre. Cate et Booth montrent leurs insignes l’homme part comme si c’était rien.

Retour au jefferson ou Angela dit que sur les photos, elle avait remarqué certaine trace qui pourrait penser que la victime transportait quelqu’un avec elle et Hodgins dit qu’il y avait un scooter. La victime a donc été tué et la seconde personne s’en enfui en scootter.

Retour en Angleterre. Booth et Brenann interrogent Harry et ses parents. La grand-mère de Harry, informe le Booth et Brennan que la relation entre Portia et Harry était gardée secrète à cause du père de Portia. Brennan sort un le magazine avec Portia sur la couverte, uet demande si ça a un rapport avec ça. Les factures de téléphone portable révèlent que Harry et Portia se sont parlé le jour de sa disparition. Harry ne veut pas dire pourquoi. Brennan veut savoir s'ils ont parlé de sa grossesse. La famille semble choquée en entendant la nouvelle. Harry avoue que Portia a rompu avec lui sans raison. Ils n'allaient pas en discuter. Booth considère ce fait comme un motif.

Oxford. Angela explique a Brennan par vidéo conférance ce qu’elle a découvert. La photo sur le magazine a été prise de chez Portia et que c’était donc quelqu’un qu’elle connaissait. Angela dit qu’elle doit y aller. Brennan dit que Harry a pu prendre la photo mais Cate pense a un serviteur mécontent.

Hodgins retrouve le mari d’Angela au Royal Diner pour qu’il signe les papiers ud divorse mais il refuse. Ils sortent et se battent. Angela arrive avec Sweets. Sweets envlève sa veste et par ce battre aussi. Il tombe, et le mari d’Angela prend Jack et le jette dans une benne a ordure qui s’en va.

Brennan et Booth vont voir la fiancée du père de Portia. C’est elle qui a prit la photo pour que le père de Portia l’épouse et qu’il arrête de prendre sa fille pour une petite fille.

Cate et Booth boivent une bière près du Tower bridge. Booth aimerai que le pont s’oiuvre a priori il porte chance. Cate donne ensuite une arme a Booth. Il collbore offciellemnt avec scotland yard. Booth fait une imitation de James Bond et Cate rit. Le téléphone de Booth sonne alors. Un papier trouver sur la scène du crime est un lettre de la mère de Portia daté de 2008 alors que celle-ci est morte il y a plusieurs année.

Brennan et Ian travaillent sur un chantier et Ian fait une proposition a Brennan. Un verre, du sexe et un diner. Brennan ne sait pas quoi faire, elle lui dit qu’elle ne sait pas si elle doit accepter. Ian lui dit demande d’accepter mais Brennan dit que Booth n’a pas confiance ( bonne excuse) du coup elle accepte pour le moment de diner.

Hodgins déclare que le pneu de la voiture de Portia contient des traces de corail. C'est un matériau utilisé pour des surfaces comme des routes privées. Il présentait aussi des traces de pétales de rosiers. Angela l'interrompt. Elle prend Hodgins à part. Cam lui rappelle qu'il y a des caméras de sécurité. Angela explique à Hodgins qu'il ne peut pas exiger son coeur. Seule elle peut le lui donner et c'est le cas. Ils s'embrassent sur le trottoire. Grayson les voit. Il essaie d'aller vers eux mais un groupe de cyclistes lui barrent le chemin, leurs sonnettes sonnent. Il le prend comme un signe de l'univers, et accepte de renoncer à Angela.Booth se gare le long d’un trottoir et il est un peu énervé. Brennan essai de le calmer. Elle lui dit qu’elle a suivit son conseil et n’a pas coucher avec Ian. Mais elle dit que Ian était sérieux en le disant. Booth lui dit de ne pas le faire. Il lui dit que Ian n’a rien de spéciale mais que elle oui. Le téléphone de Brennan sonne. Cam parle au téléphone avec Brennan et alors que Booth est encore entrain de se garer( il a autant de mal que moi avec les créno), Brennan lui demande s’il pense vraiment qu’elle est spéciale et Booth répond que oui . Cam qui est toujours au téléphone sourit. Booth a bocou de mal a se garer et il heurte le trottoir et crève une roue. Cam leur dit que la victime souffrait d’une maladie biologique et que la mère de Portia ne l’avait pas. Donc comme le père ne l’a pas non plus, se n’est pas sa fille biologique. Booth et Brennan parlent avec Roger. Sa femme a écrit des lettres à Portia avant de mourir avec des instructions pour qu'elles lui soient donné lors de ses anniversaires. De plus, Roger n'a pas la maladie de VHL. Booth lui annonce la nouvelle : Portia n'était pas sa fille biologique.Hodgins déclare que le pneu de la voiture de Portia contient des traces de corail. C'est un matériau utilisé pour des surfaces comme des routes privées. Il présentait aussi des traces de pétales de rosiers. Angela l'interrompt. Elle prend Hodgins à part. Cam lui rappelle qu'il y a des caméras de sécurité. Angela explique à Hodgins qu'il ne peut pas exiger son coeur. Seule elle peut le lui donner et c'est le cas. Ils s'embrassent sur le trottoire. Grayson les voit. Il essaie d'aller vers eux mais un groupe de cyclistes lui barrent le chemin, leurs sonnettes sonnent. Il le prend comme un signe de l'univers, et accepte de renoncer à Angela.Cam appelle Brennan avec la nouvelle information. La voiture de Booth est portée sur une dépaneuse. Brennan renifle un des pneus, où elle trouve des morceaux de corail et de roses. Ils doivent venir de la route privée menant à la propriété des Bonham. Portia y était avant de mourir.Au Palais des Bonham, Brennan pense que le Duc est le père biologique de Portia. Lui et sa mère montrent des signes de la maladie de VHL. Ils trouvent du corail et des roses dans l'allée ainsi qu'un scooter qui pourrait rentrer dans la voiture. Cate ne demande pas de renforts alors Booth sort son revolver. Brennan veut aussi une arme. Selon Cate, ils n'auront pas besoin de cela car ils ont la lettre de la mère de Portia.Bien que la lettrre soit indéchiffrable, Brennan fait semblant de la lire à voit haute. Booth lui demande de passer directement à l'endroit à propos du père de Portia. Brennan trouve une pique en nacre près de la cheminer. Wexler pense que cela pourrait être l'arme du crimeLe majordome s'avance, et avoue le meurtre. Booth n'arrive pas à croire qu'ils ont ordonné au majordome de tuer.Wexler, Brennan et Booth prennent un verre ensemble. Ils ne sauront peut-être jamais si le majordome a reçu l'ordre de tuer Portia ou non. Wexler essaie de convaincre Brennan de coucher avec lui mais Brennan ne veux pas a cause de Booth. Wexler part. Brennan et Booth se disputent à propos du concept de chance a propos tu Tower bridge. Le pont s'ouvre en arrière plan mais ils sont trop absorbés par leur conversation pour le remarquer.

By:

(Open: Oxford University - Lecture Hall. Brennan is speaking in front of a class while Booth is in the audience, sleeping.)

BRENNAN: In closing my lecture on interstitial lammellae remodeling, I'd like to address some issues that are not strictly confined to forensic anthropology. (cut to Booth in the crowd, asleep with his head on his hand) If it's alright with my host, Dr. Wexler.

IAN WEXLER: Well, yes, I should think that all the most joyless wonks, and yes I do refer to you, Cyril Bibby - would, uh, embrace the diversion from haversian systems.

BRENNAN: My partner, FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth, gave his lecture at Scotland Yard last night. Agent Booth, could you please stand up?

(There is no response, Booth is still sleeping)

BRENNAN: Hey, Booth!

BOOTH: (waking) Yeah, I'm here. What's up?

BRENNAN: Agent Booth is the intuitive humanist while I am the logical empiricist although recently I have seen how destructive pure logic can be. My own assistant, the most brilliant young man I've ever met-

BOOTH: ...ended up, uh, a side-kick to a cannibalistic serial killer.

BRENNAN: I - I haven't invited you to join me, Booth, so you can take your seat. (Booth sits down) What I've learned from Agent Booth is that we scientists must arm ourselves with something other than pure logic.

WEXLER: Quality which deflects us from an irrational enamoration for the rational.

BRENNAN: Exactly.

(Cut to: Outside Oxford University - Outside.)

BOOTH: How old is that guy?

BRENNAN: What, Ian? He's a year younger than I am and almost as brilliant. What do you think of my speech?

BOOTH: Well, it got, ya know, better towards the end.

BRENNAN: You mean after you interrupted me.

BOOTH: I'm sorry. Look, It wasn't that I was bored, mostly it was just that I was tired, okay? The boobies took me out for a beer last night...

BRENNAN: Bobbies, they're called Bobbies.

BOOTH: I'm pretty sure that Sara, Pauline and Jacqueline are, ya know, Boobies.

WEXLER: Dr. Brennan! Dr. Brennan. What a wonder lecture: Fantastic. Sublime. Great!

BRENNAN: Thank you, Dr. Wexler.

WEXLER: Who knew a shapeless robe could be so evocative - of academia I mean, of course. (to Booth) Just one moment with my colleague, please, Agent Booth.

(Brennan and Wexler walk a bit away as Booth leans on the wall, watching them.)

BRENNAN: Um, over the last few days, I have been warned - many times - to watch out for you.

WEXLER: Warned? That sounds dangerous. (his phone starts ringing) Was it something along the lines of "Oh, look out for Ian Wexler. He's a young genius on the rise?"

BRENNAN: How can you flirt with me while ignoring your phone?

WEXLER: Well, I am a man of perspective. Besides, I find if one ignores the thing long enough, generally it stops ringing. And then later, at my leisure, it will tell me what it wanted.

WEXLER: (answering his phone) Dr. Ian Wexler. (to Brennan) Oh, don't leave, this is nothing. (into phone) Murder? What kind of murder? Well, is it a boring one or is it a violent one? (to Brennan) Is your interest piqued?

BRENNAN: Wha- are you being serious?

WEXLER: I'm going to pass you over to a colleague of mine. I'd simply like you to state the origin of this call. Thank you.

(He puts the phone to Brennan's ear)

BRENNAN: Scotland Yard? Homicide.

WEXLER: (taking the phone back) Cheers. (to Brennan) Well, would you like to tag along? It is murder. Can't promise anything but it is possible a famous heiress is involved.

BRENNAN: I'm keen as ketchup.

WEXLER: Mustard. Keen as mustard. Excellent effort at the colloquialism, though. Very impressive. Does your cowboy want to tag along?

BRENNAN: Oh, please, don't call him that.

WEXLER: He'd find it insulting?

BRENNAN: No. He'd love it.

(Cut to: Thames River. A car is being pulled out of the river)

OFFICER: Stand back please.

(A car pulls up and parks. Booth, Brennan and Wexler get out to meet Pritchard)

WEXLER: Inspector Cate Pritchard of Scotland Yard, I'd like you to meet-

PRITCHARD: Ah, Agent Booth.

BOOTH: Yes, yes.

PRITCHARD: Hello! I very much enjoyed your presentation last night. He's very active: sound effects, visual aids, all sorts of props. Although he complained at great length about how he had to check his gun with us.

BOOTH: Well, ya know without a gun, I'm practically naked. Isn't that right, Bones?

WEXLER: Inspector Pritchard, meet Dr. Brennan.

PRITCHARD: Charming

WEXLER: She's exactly like me.

PRITCHARD: Charming, tenacious, salacious, sophomoric, euphoric, noble, ignoble, fatuous, horrid, morbid, torpid and tedious.

WEXLER: Flattery will get you absolutely nowhere, Cate. So you found Portia Frampton?

PRITCHARD: Well, the way we usually work, Ian, is I drag the bodies out of the Thames and you use your extraordinary capabilities to identify them.

BOOTH: Bones! They're like the English version of me and you.

WEXLER: But do you think it might be her?

PRITCHARD: Well, this certainly is her car. Portia Frampton, she's an American, as is her father. (to Booth and Brennan) Do you know him?

WEXLER: Not all Americans know each other, Cate. There are quite a lot of them.

PRITCHARD: Roger Frampton: airlines, internet ventures, luxury construction.

WEXLER: Full disclosure, Cate. I'm currently analyzing one of his construction sites. Frampton wishes to build skyscrapers over what may prove to be a Bronze Age treasure trove or maybe just a rubbish tip.

BRENNAN: Well, they aren't mutually exclusive.

WEXLER: Exactly.

(Brennan and Wexler laugh.)

PRITCHARD: (to Booth) This vehicle's number plate matches Miss Frampton's. Obviously, this vehicle entered the Thames at some distance upstream before coming to ground here.

WEXLER: What do you think, Dr. Brennan? Female or transvestite?

BRENNAN: Female.

WEXLER: Mhm.

BRENNAN: Late teens, early 20's.

WEXLER: Penetrating trauma to the parietal bone.

BRENNAN: (to Booth & Pritchard) Someone hit her on the head with a sharp object.

WEXLER: You have to do that as well, do you? Translate for them?

BRENNAN: Mhm.

BOOTH: You have to deal with that, too?

PRITCHARD: (to Brennan & Wexler) Is it murder?

BRENNAN & WEXLER: (in unison) Yes.

PRITCHARD: If this is Portia Frampton then her father will no doubt demand FBI involvement.

BRENNAN: Why?

PRITCHARD: They're American. Well, you won't have any real jurisdiction, you understand. Well, not beyond what I grant you out of courtesy.

BOOTH: Well, that whole "no jurisdiction" thing - that really doesn't fly in the FBI.

BRENNAN: Just tell him he can have a gun.

PRITCHARD: But he can't.

BOOTH: Well, as they say in America, "Hasta la vista, baby"

PRITCHARD: Agent Booth. I will - I will do my utmost to get you a gun.

BOOTH: In that case.. excuse me - (he brushes past Pritchard to go stand next to Brennan) Bones and I are the best crime-solving team in America.

BRENNAN: Well, we're in England.

WEXLER: Let's all just try and pull together, shall we? One nice little happy transnational unit of inquiry.

BRENNAN: Well, we should have these remains set back to the Jeffersonian as well as any silt samples and parts of the vehicle that may contain trace evidence.

PRITCHARD: How do you feel about that, Dr. Wexler?

WEXLER: Oh, I'm looking forward to completely surrendering myself to Dr. Brennan.

BOOTH: You heard her: Back to the Jeffersonian, all of it. Put it in the overhead.

(Opening Credits)

(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab - Forensics Platform. The remains and other items arrive at the Jeffersonian.)

ANGELA: Uh, Brennan sent all this evidence from England?

CLARK: Not just evidence, but actual human remains.

CAM: The Brits used dental records - no jokes, please - to identify the daughter of a wealthy ex-pat.

HODGINS: Typical American billionaire. He thinks we can do it better.

CLARK: Because we can do it better.

CAM: X-rays for you, Clark.

CLARK: Thank you.

CAM: I'll take the body, see if there's any soft tissue worth looking at.

ANGELA: And these crime scene photos are mine.

HODGINS: Check it out. British slime. So much more proper than American slime.

CAM: Some kind of paper...

ANGELA: I'll see if there's anything on it.

CAM: Okay, as usual, I'll need constant progress reports.

(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab - Angela walks into her office and stops to look at the picture. Behind her a man, Grayson Barasa, appears.)

GRAYSON: Angela.

ANGELA: Oh, my...Oh, my God!

(Angela laughs and walks quickly towards Grayson. She jumps up, wraps her legs around him and kisses him.)

ANGELA: (sighing) Grayson...

GRAYSON: Angela.

ANGELA: That's the last bit of sugar you're ever gonna get from me. I want my divorce.

(Grayson just laughs - thinking she's kidding - but stops when he realizes that she's serious.)

(Cut to: London, England - Crime Scene.)

WEXLER: Portia Frampton, only daughter of Roger Frampton, 47, formerly of Ringwood, New Jersey and Sarah Frampton nee Burroughs, deceased 1994 of Cheltenham, England.

BOOTH: God, you wouldn't believe what my hotel gave me for breakfast. It was like this brown goo and some kind of meat. I think it was a sausage about the size of my finger.

BRENNAN: I had an entire buffet.

BOOTH: Well, you're staying at the Duke of something, alright? I'm at the Beefeater Hotel Motel.

PRITCHARD: Ate at a Beefeater? That's brave.

BOOTH: Yeah, brave is right. (takes a sip of his drink) This is the weakest coffee I've ever had.

BRENNAN: Booth, that's tea.

(He takes the cup and empties it into the river)

PRITCHARD: Okay, two weeks ago, Miss Frampton was last seen leaving her home the morning after her 21st birthday party.

BOOTH: That's quite a coincidence that Dr. Wexler is working for the victim's father.

WEXLER: Well, not working for him, actually, working for the city but I shall check my diary to see if I killed her.

PRITCHARD: Portia's party broke up around 2am and she was reported missing the following afternoon.

BOOTH: Hmm. The question is - why?

WEXLER: She was probably reported missing because nobody could find her.

PRITCHARD: Ian...

WEXLER: And I suspect the reason why nobody could find her was because Portia was in a car on the bottom of the River Thames. Just a theory, mind you.

BOOTH: Right, it's a great theory. (he hands Wexler his cup) Can you hold onto that for one second? Thanks. Me and uh, Dr. Brennan will go talk to the family.

PRITCHARD: Together?

BOOTH & BRENNAN: (in unison) That's what we do.

WEXLER: You, an inspector? That's extraordinary.

PRITCHARD: Sweet.

(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab. Forensics Platform.)

CLARK: Portia Frampton was struck from behind. Trauma to the zygomata suggests that she fell to the ground and then was struck again at least two more times.

CAM: Weapon?

CLARK: The Brits weren't able to recover all the skull fragments so it's nearly impossible to tell.

(Angela enters)

ANGELA: Excuse me. I'd like you to meet my husband. My soon-to-be ex-husband.

GRAYSON: We must talk.

CAM: This is Birimbau?

GRAYSON: I prefer my real name: Grayson Barasa. Very nice to meet you.

ANGELA: Listen, uh, I realize that Grayson is very lovely.

CAM: He certainly is.

GRAYSON: Thank you.

CLARK: He's a big dude.

ANGELA: But until Grayson hands over signed divorce papers, I don't really need Hodgins seeing everybody gawking at him like he's some kinda god.

CAM: Yeah, but he is some kinda god. The best kind.

ANGELA: Cam. A little help here.

CAM: Yeah.

(Sweets enters and sees Grayson.)

SWEETS: Oh, my God. Poor Hodgins. Wow. (he laughs and continues laughing) Look at that guy. He's just... Look at him! I'm sorry. (continues laughing)

(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab - Hodgins Desk)

ANGELA: Hodgins?

HODGINS: Hey, Angie.

ANGELA: This is Grayson Barasa. Birimbau.

HODGINS: Please tell me you are here to sign the divorce papers.

GRAYSON: I can't do that. I am still in love with Angela.

HODGINS: Of course you are. Uh, I understand, but Angela is in love with me.

ANGELA: I told you, Grayson.

GRAYSON: Angela, do you remember the night we met?

ANGELA: Vaguely.

GRAYSON: Ah, the waves were phosphorescent, like the world was upside down and we were swimming naked through the Milky Way.

HODGINS: Bioluminescent phytoplankton. Nothing mystic.

GRAYSON: We talked about how the universe speaks to us. And when our lips met (to Hodgins) I apologize.

HODGINS: Hm? No worries. Our lips meet all the time.

ANGELA: Bells.

HODGINS: What?

ANGELA: No, Hodgins. Literally, bells started ringing. It was nothing cosmic.

GRAYSON: Every bell on the island rang out.

ANGELA: It was during the Shark Festival of Bells. What did you expect to happen? A 21-gun salute?

HODGINS: So-so-so... what about the divorce papers?

GRAYSON: You need time to talk.

(Grayson leaves Angela and Hodgins by themselves - they start to laugh)

ANGELA: Yuck it up, laughing boy. Wait until one of your ex-girlfriends comes to visit.

HODGINS: Mhm. Yup. (He kisses Angela)

ANGELA: Back to work.

HODGINS: Yeah.

(Cut to: Frampton's House - UK. Pritchard, Booth & Brennan are speaking with Mr. Frampton.)

ROGER FRAMPTON: One of the reasons we moved away from the States was to get away. Now look what happened.

BOOTH: All right, Mr. Frampton, look, we're very sorry for the loss of your daughter.

ROGER FRAMPTON: What was it? Was it a robbery?

BRENNAN: We don't know yet.

BOOTH: I'm gonna need a list of your enemies.

ROGER FRAMPTON: What enemies?

BOOTH: Well, you're a very aggressive American businessman living here in England; you must have enemies.

ROGER FRAMPTON: My daughter was a very sweet, innocent girl.

BRENNAN: Not always, Mr. Frampton.

(Brennan holds up a tabloid with a picture of Portia, topless, on the cover with the headline "Heiress Loses Her Shirt")

ROGER FRAMPTON: What the hell are you asking for anyway?

HEATHER MILLER: If you can put that picture away, Dr. Brennan.

BOOTH: Miss Miller, how close were you with your stepdaughter?

ROGER FRAMPTON: Heather and I are not married yet.

HEATHER MILLER: Portia was like a younger sister to me. We talked about everything: clothes, school, Harry...

BOOTH: Harry? Who's - who's Harry?

ROGER FRAMPTON: Lord Henry Albert Bonham.

BOOTH: Right. Is that some kind of a crusty old politician or something?

PRITCHARD: Lord Bonham is a very un-crusty young man, heir to the Duke of Innesford.

BOOTH: Right. Harry, Henry, Bonham, whatever. I read the tabloids. There was no mention of Portia dating any kind of royalty.

ROGER FRAMPTON: The duke wanted it kept a secret.

BRENNAN: The duke would be the lord's father.

BOOTH: I got it, Bones. I understand, okay?

BRENNAN: I'm just trying to help.

BOOTH: I... All right, so the duke says something and all of a sudden, magically, it happens?

HEATHER MILLER: Welcome to England.

ROGER FRAMPTON: A murderer is a murderer, no matter how close he is to the throne. Please, help me find out who did this to my daughter.

(Cut to: London Street. Booth and Brennan are driving in a red Austin)

BRENNAN: Why did you rent this?

BOOTH: I didn't rent this, okay? They screwed up at the rent-a-car place. I ordered an Aston. You know, James Bond? But they gave me -

PRITCHARD: Yeah, they gave you an Austin. It could happen to anyone. Um...we drive on the left here, as you may recall.

BRENNAN: Driving here requires a different skill set. I - I could take the wheel, if you like. I'm an excellent driver.

BOOTH: Thank you, Rain Man. No, I'm fine. Tell you what, back home, we'd drag the whole Royal Family into interrogation, separately, let 'em stew, catch 'em in a lie.

PRITCHARD: We'll we could do that, if you like, but it'll give them time to close up. Do stay to the left here, please.

BRENNAN: Close up?

PRITCHARD: Tighten ranks. Nothing is as impenetrable as the aristocracy freezing out hoi polloi interlopers. I must say, I'm rather looking forward to two Americans beating the lion in his den. Oh, the light is red.

BOOTH: It's okay. I'm turning right.

BRENNAN: No, no, turning right on a red here is the equivalent of turning left into the wrong lane on a red at home.

BOOTH: That makes no sense.

BRENNAN: Ut oh.

PRITCHARD: No, the point is it's against the law to turn on a red!

PRITCHARD: Brake! Brake!

BRENNAN: Ahhhh!

PRITCHARD: Brake!

RANDOM MAN: Get out of the way, Wanker!

BRENNAN: Okay, I think we should wait here until the traffic thins out.

(Booth gets out of the car and starts to yell)

BOOTH: God, I hate London! I hate England! I'm glad we had a revolution! Ah!

BRENNAN: (answering her phone) Brennan.

(Booth continues to rant outside the car while Brennan talks to Cam)

BOOTH: And the weather it changes, it's cloudy...

CAM: The fatty acid composition of the victim's cervical fluid caught my attention,
so I ran some more tests. Turns out Portia Frampton was pregnant.

BRENNAN: Pregnant? How far along?

BOOTH: And coffee! What is so hard about making a cup of black coffee...

CAM: About two months.

BRENNAN: Okay. Thanks, Cam.

(Booth gets back into the car)

BOOTH: Okay, I feel much better. What'd I miss?

PRITCHARD: Lord Henry Bonham, heir to the Duke of Innesford, knocked up the victim.

BOOTH: Right. The Royals hate bastards.

BRENNAN: Only the ones that don't make king.

BOOTH: Okay, hang on, girls. Let me get out of this toilet swirl.

(Cut to: Bonham Estate. Booth, Brennan and Pritchard arrive)

BOOTH: Woah, nice castle!

BRENNAN: No. Castles were originally designed for military purposes to withstand attack. (Brennan and Pritchard get out of the car) This, is more properly called a palace.

BOOTH: Bones, a little help getting out, Bones?

BOOTH; Geez, oh, God. Geez. Heads up. Getting out of this thing is like being born.

(The butler appears at the door)

BOOTH: Ooh. That the duke?

PRITCHARD: It's his gentleman's gentleman.

BRENNAN: It's a butler.

BOOTH: How you doing there, sport?

(Pritchard flashes her badge)

BOOTH: Right. (flashes his badge) FBI.

JAMISON: You might as well put this one away; it's worthless.

BOOTH: And yet here I am. (to Pritchard) You mind waiting outside?

BRENNAN: Why?

PRITCHARD: It's because Agent Booth not only wants the Aristocrats off balance, he wants them upside down.

BRENNAN: Well, he'll annoy them, you mean.

PRITCHARD: Let's say the Duke and Duchess won't be used to your approach. Word of advice: when they start commenting on you to each other, you've got them on the run.

BOOTH: Right.

(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab - Cam and Angela are walking toward Hodgins desk)

ANGELA: I noticed in the crime scene photos that the backseats of which started me thinking that maybe the victim was transporting something, worth stealing.

HODGINS: So Brennan had strips of material sent from the vehicle, which I analyzed: ST-90 transmission oils, made with poly-alpha-olefin, leaded, acidic H2O residue, and plenty of polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons.

ANGELA: Don't make her ask.

CAM: Thank you, Angela.

HODGINS: A motorcycle was transported in the back of the SUV.

ANGELA: More likely a scooter, given the size.

CAM: The killer kills, loads the body and his scooter.

HODGINS: Or moped.

CAM: Drives to the Thames-

HODGINS: Dumps the car, body and all, in the river, and rides his scooter home.

ANGELA: Through the teeming streets of London.

(Cut to: Bonham Estate. Booth & Brennan are inside being led by Jamison)

BOOTH: So you're an honest-to-God real butler?

JAMISON: My family has served His Grace's family for eight generations.

BOOTH: Yeah, well, a real butler would offer to take my hat.

JAMISON: A real gentleman would be wearing a hat.

BOOTH: Whoa, look at this guy.

(Booth stops to look at body armor and goes to touch it)

JAMISON: Uh, yes, sir. It dates to - Please don't touch that, Agent Booth.

BRENNAN: Late 1490s or early 1500s. German design?

JAMISON: His Grace's ancestors fought for Henry VIII in France.

BOOTH: Oh, geez, look at the size of this. That's one large cup. Probably to scare the sissy French.

BRENNAN: Well, actually, Henry VIII started the trend of large codpieces because he had syphilis so his penis was extremely sensitive to anything touching it.

JAMISON: His Grace favors the "intimidate the enemy" version, should the topic arise. His Grace, Her Ladyship, and Lord Henry will meet you in the morning room.

(Cut to: Bonham Estates. Morning Room)

HARRY: Two weeks and I'd heard nothing from Portia. I knew it'd turn out to be something terrible.

BRENNAN: You kept your relationship with Portia Frampton a secret.

HARRY: It didn't mean I didn't love her.

BOOTH: Well, where we come from, that's exactly what it means.

DUKE GERARD BONHAM: You're quite certain this American has the right to pose these questions?

BOOTH: Tell you what, you call Scotland Yard and the answer is always gonna be yes. So, Portia ever come to visit this, uh, palace?

DUKE BONHAM: This house? No.

BOOTH: Why? I mean, you were in love with her. Right, lord?

BRENNAN: (to Booth) Well, it's my understanding that the class system in England, though very much relaxed since the Second World War, still exists at the highest levels of society. (to Anne Bonham) That's you, right?

ANNE BONHAM: One prefers not to make such an assertion.

BRENNAN: How long did you and Portia Frampton carry on a sexual relationship?

HARRY: Did I ever say I was sleeping with her?

(Paige Bonham, Harry's grandmother, enters the room)

PAIGE BONHAM: Of course you had sex with her, Harry, and I'm sure she rather enjoyed it. You're a well-formed, athletic boy. Did you offer refreshments?

DUKE BONHAM: I had no intention of encouraging them to stay longer, Mother.

PAIGE BONHAM: Tea, please. Harry kept his relationship with the Frampton girl secret because her father is a rapacious crook who uses intimidation and bribery to get what he wants.

BRENNAN: So, it had nothing to do with this? (she holds up the tabloid)

ANNE BONHAM: Oh, they brought that wretched rag into the house.

HARRY: I was there. It was the afternoon before Portia's birthday party.

BOOTH: So you saw the photographer?

HARRY: Of course not. I'd have thrashed him.

BOOTH: Ha! The lord was gonna go all medieval.

(Jamison enters with tea)

HARRY: Portia's party was lovely. She left before I awoke the next morning. That's the last time I saw her.

BRENNAN: But you did hear from her.

BOOTH: Right, because, uh, cell phone records indicate that you talked that morning.

HARRY: It was a very personal conversation.

BRENNAN: Did you discuss her pregnancy?

BOOTH: I got it. I'll tell you what. There was an argument, Portia wanted to keep the baby - you didn't...

HARRY: I-I assure you I had absolutely no idea that...

PAIGE BONHAM: Could he possibly be suggesting that pregnancy is a motive for murder?

LORD BONHAM: Nonsense. Arrangements would have been made.

BOOTH: Right, and you're positive that you're the father?

(Harry starts toward Booth)

LORD BONHAM: Harry.

BOOTH: Look at that. I'm being intimidated by royalty.

HARRY: If you must know, Portia broke up with me. She said there was to be no discussion.

BOOTH: Ah. There ya go. Motive for murder, no matter what country we're in, hmm? (he sips the tea) Mmmm. What is this?

PAIGE BONHAM: It's Assam black tea. Very strong. Call it the upper class version of a cup o' joe.

BOOTH: Wow. Cheers.

(Cut to: Oxford Basement. Angela is linked via computer so that Brennan can get her findings. Pritchard and Ian are there too.)

ANGELA: Hey, I've been looking at those tabloid photos of the victim. Now, in a telephoto shot, most of the frame is blurry. Only the main subject is in focus.

BOOTH: What is this place on the weekends? A dungeon?

ANGELA: You see here? These pixels look like they've been altered to appear fuzzy.

WEXLER: So it wasn't really a telephoto lens?

BOOTH: You light it with torches, right?

ANGELA: No, it was a telephoto lens but it's been doctored to look as though it's over 500 mm when I put it at more like 80.

PRITCHARD: Well, why would anyone do that?

ANGELA: You see that white sliver?

WEXLER: You mean the white blob?

ANGELA: Yeah, it's a reflection of light, almost as though the photographer was behind glass. And... in Portia's eyes do you see that?

BRENNAN & PRITCHARD: No.

ANGELA: It's a reflection of a house. Do you see where I'm going?

BRENNAN & PRITCHARD: No.

BOOTH: Someone took the picture inside the house.

ANGELA: Right. With an 80-millimeter lens. Sweetie...my ex-husband is here with the divorce papers, so I'll fill you in when you get back.

WEXLER: I love the mix of personal and professional you people seem to manage.

BRENNAN: Harry could have taken the photograph.

PRITCHARD: Yes, that's certainly a possibility, but Harry had no motive to take the photo. We're most likely searching for a disgruntled servant who was looking to cash in.

(Cut to: Royal Diner. Grayson is sitting at the counter, drinking coffee. Hodgins enters and taps him on the shoulder.)

GRAYSON: I apologize for eating without you, but, apparently, to hold the table, you have to order.

HODGINS: Yeah. I'm not here for food. I'm here to get you to sign the divorce papers.

GRAYSON: In my place, would you do that?

HODGINS: I'm not in your place.

GRAYSON: I've been searching for Angela for five years.

HODGINS: I know. I know. Our private investigator told us everything. You built Angela a home with your bare hands while simultaneously smuggling medicine to children in Cuba and supporting an orphanage. You're a saint. I get it.

GRAYSON: If you believe that to be true, then you should want what is best for Angela.

HODGINS: I do. And guess what? It's me.

GRAYSON: Why are you better than me?

HODGINS: Obviously, I'm not. But I do love her more than you.

GRAYSON: Ah, you cannot possibly know that.

HODGINS: And yet, I do.

GRAYSON: We are at an impasse.

(Hodgins gets up and leaves. Grayson follows him outside)

GRAYSON: You have no sense of dignity.

HODGINS: Yeah. I'd give up my life for Angela, so what's a little dignity?

GRAYSON: She kissed me, you know.

HODGINS: On the cheek or...?

(Angela and Sweets show up)

ANGELA: What's going on?

SWEETS: Oh, man.

HODGINS: He says you kissed him.

ANGELA: I did.

SWEETS: Whoa.

ANGELA: It was a good-bye kiss.

GRAYSON: There's nothing you can do. You must accept...

(Hodgins punches Grayson in the face)

ANGELA: Hodgins!

SWEETS: (takes off his jacket and hands it to Angela) Here. Can you take this, please?

(Sweets trips and falls on the sidewalk, flat on his face. Grayson picks up Hodgins and throws him in a garbage truck and it drives away.)

ANGELA: Nice, Grayson.

(She throws down Sweets' jacket and walks away)

GRAYSON: Angela...

(Cut to: William Curry & Partners - Chambers of Law)

BRENNAN: We've been working on identifying the photographer who took the tabloid picture of Portia.

HEATHER MILLER: Surely, identifying her murderer is more important.

BOOTH: You see, paparazzi, they follow people so maybe he saw something. I don't know, maybe the actual killer.

BRENNAN: The photo was taken from a bedroom in Portia's home.

HEATHER MILLER: So, you're suggesting the help let a paparazzo into the house.

BRENNAN: Actually, the help, told Inspector Pritchard that you were in the room.

BOOTH: Look. Maybe you want to tell us why you did it before Roger gets here?

HEATHER MILLER: Roger and I have set five wedding dates over the years and each time, Portia found a way to make him postpone. She had her father wrapped around her little finger.

BRENNAN: So you killed her?

HEATHER MILLER: Don't be ridiculous. No, I merely wanted Roger to regard Portia
as a sexually mature adult with her own agenda instead of as an innocent child.

(William Curry & Roger Frampton enter the room - Curry is dressed in his judges outfit)

WILLIAM CURRY: Sorry I'm late. Court went rather longer than expected. Heather, I trust you've said nothing.

BOOTH: Too late.

ROGER FRAMPTON: Too late why?

BRENNAN: Your girlfriend sent the naked picture of your daughter to the tabloids so you'd stop thinking that she was perfect, and finally get married.

WILLIAM CURRY: What Americans lack in subtlety, they make up with clarity.

HEATHER MILLER: Roger, I'm so sorry.

ROGER FRAMPTON: Why the hell would you do that?

HEATHER MILLER: Please believe me. I would never do anything to harm Portia. I simply made a terrible mistake. (Roger leaves) Roger! Oh, Roger! (Heather chases after him)

WILLIAM CURRY: I trust this interview is over.

BOOTH: Actually, I just have one more question. Who the hell would want to wear this?

(He points to the wig)

(Cut to: Restaurant near the Tower Bridge. Booth and Pritchard are relaxing and having a beer.)

PRITCHARD: It's so nice to see you relaxing, enjoying some good British beer, Agent Booth. Cheers.

BOOTH: Cheers. Tell you what. I'd like to see that open. (he points to Tower Bridge)

PRITCHARD: Really? Why?

BOOTH: Luck.

PRITCHARD: Well, you'd have to be ridiculously lucky to see something like that,wouldn't you?

BOOTH: That's my point.

PRITCHARD: (pushes a box towards him) Well, you did get a little lucky today.

BOOTH: Yeah. (he opens the box) That's a Walther PPK. It's a James Bond gun. Booth. Seeley Booth.

PRITCHARD: No, that's terrible.

BOOTH: Thanks, Pritch.

PRITCHARD: But, please, um, just remember, though, that if you do use it, I'm the one they'll hang.

BOOTH: Hey, I'm a good shot. (his phone rings) Oh. Ahh, it's the American squints. You'll love these people. (turns on speaker phone) Booth. Seeley Booth.

ANGELA: (on speaker phone) Hey, uh, the paper you sent me turns out to be a letter to Portia Frampton from her mother.

PRITCHARD: A keepsake from her childhood, perhaps?

ANGELA: No, it's dated this year.

BOOTH:Okay, what does the letter say?

ANGELA: Uh, the entire body of the letter is indecipherable. The date and the salutation and the signature are clear, though.

BOOTH: Thanks, Ange.

PRITCHARD: So, Portia Frampton's mother is still alive?

BOOTH: That raises a whole set of questions.

(Cut to: Dig Site. Wexler and Brennan work at the dig site where Wexler is tasked with identifying Bronze Age artifacts. His students, Vera and Cyril.)

CLARK: Visible on the L2 is an area of radiolucency.

WEXLER: Can't see a damn thing.

BRENNAN: Give us a moment, Clark.

CYRIL: We found a few more bone fragments today, Dr. Wexler.

WEXLER: Good. How old?

VERA: No more than 100 years.

WEXLER: To prevent Frampton from building his beloved skyscrapers on this site we need to find something from the Bronze Age or older.

CLARK: There is evidence of reabsorption of the surrounding bone.

CYRIL: Ah, here, yes, I see. Very interesting.

WEXLER: Cyril, you're being impertinent. Please stop speaking.

VERA: Well, could the anomaly be a hemangioblastoma ?

WEXLER: Okay, off you go and don't come back until you find at least one Bronze Age ossified funny bone.

BRENNAN: Have Cam do a histology, Clark.

CLARK: Will do, Dr. Brennan.

(She closes the computer screen)

BRENNAN: So... what now?

WEXLER: Well, I thought quick drink, back to yours for some sex, and then out for a late supper.

BRENNAN: I'm inclined to accept.

WEXLER: I'm ever so pleased.

BRENNAN: But Booth says I shouldn't trust you.

WEXLER: And why is that?

BRENNAN: Well, he says you like to rack 'em up.

WEXLER: Rack 'em up? How vulgar.

BRENNAN: Booth is very good at reading people.

WEXLER: Hmm. Well, in that case, how about we start with the supper, and then let the chips fall where they may?

BRENNAN: That would be an acceptable compromise.

(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab - Hodgins Desk.)

HODGINS: I checked out the skull fragments for microscopic traces.

CAM: (looks at the screen) How shiny and pretty. What is it?

HODGINS: Mother-of-pearl. Have you talked to Angela today?

CAM: Yes. Are you saying our victim was attacked by an abalone?

HODGINS: How mad is she?

CAM: Mad, mad, mad.

HODGINS: I thought women secretly liked it when we fought over them.

CAM: "Women" is an unacceptable generalization.

(Cut to: London Street. Booth is attempting to parallel park and not doing such a good job.)

BRENNAN: Well, you should look over your other shoulder.

BOOTH: Bones, I've been driving since I was 12, okay?

BRENNAN: Would it make you less agitated if I told you that I didn't sleep with Dr. Wexler last night?

BOOTH: Okay, look. I'm not agitated, okay? I'm agitated because of driving this little car, that's all. Look, Wexler is just - I'm not agitated because of you and Dr. Wexler. Wexler's just another guy looking for a one-night stand. That's it. Whoa.

BRENNAN: So?

BOOTH: So, he doesn't take it seriously.

BRENNAN: Seriously? What do you mean? You never laugh during sex? Because I do. Whoa, do you see that lorry?

BOOTH: I see that lorry. It's a truck, okay? We're an American, and that is a truck. I laugh during sex. It's just, it's not that kind of serious.

BRENNAN: Well, I think Dr. Wexler is serious about having sex with me. Very interested.

BOOTH: Okay, news bulletin for ya, Bones. There's not a guy in this country who wouldn't want to have sex with you. Probably half the gay men...whoa, easy.

BRENNAN: Are you being nice about me or awful about British men?

BOOTH: Wexler is not special; you are.

(Brennan's phone rings)

BRENNAN: (into phone) Brennan.

CAM: Am I interrupting anything?

BRENNAN: No, I... I'm just helping Booth drive.

CAM: Ooh, Booth shouldn't be behind the wheel. He isn't adaptable.

BOOTH: I'm Mr. Adaptable, okay? And the mirror is the size of a thumbnail.

BRENNAN: Well, what do you expect when you rent a car the size of your thumb?

CAM: I don't think there's enough fetal tissue to get a DNA reading, but...

BOOTH: Cam, can we just be quiet until we get into the flow of traffic here?

RANDOM MAN: Get out of the way, Wanker!

BRENNAN: You think I'm special?

BOOTH: Of course I think that you're special, yes.

BRENNAN: Thank you. I will take your romantic advice under advisement. Now you're too far to the left.

BOOTH: Ohhh!

BRENNAN: You're gonna hit the curb!

BOOTH: We're good.

BRENNAN: Yeah, unless we get a flat tire.

BOOTH: No, we're good.

CAM: If I could speak again? I had better luck with the tumor. Our victim suffered from Von-Hippel Lindau disease.

BRENNAN: We got a flat tire.

BOOTH: How did that happen?

BRENNAN: Uh, it... there wasn't any evidence of VHL in either the mother's medical records or the autopsy report.

CAM: But it's hereditary, so her father must have it.

BOOTH: Roger Frampton worked for the NHL?

BRENNAN: He - he may have VHL disease.

BOOTH: What if he doesn't have it?

BRENNAN: Then Roger Frampton is not Portia Frampton's biological father.

BOOTH: Oh, God. (the horn starts blaring) Great. That's just great. I hate this car.

(Cut to: Frampton's House. Pritchard, Booth & Brennan are back at the house. This time, Jamison is there.)

ROGER FRAMPTON: My wife is not alive.

BOOTH: Your daughter was carrying a letter from her mother.

BRENNAN: It was dated Portia's 21st birthday.

ROGER FRAMPTON: That's impossible. Tell your lab boys they got it wrong.

WILLIAM CURRY: Roger, the lab is, in fact, correct. Portia was indeed carrying a letter from Sarah, dated her 21st birthday. Portia and I met at a cafe in Knightsbridge, the day after her party. I gave her the letter personally.

PRITCHARD: I think you'll find Sarah knew she was dying and entrusted Mr. Curry with letters, which he delivered on Portia's important birthdays.

BRENNAN: How do you know?

PRITCHARD: Well, it's exactly what I'd have done if I were dying and leaving behind a young daughter.

BOOTH: That's all very touching and all, but it still makes Wig-wearing Willy here the last person that saw Portia alive.

WILLIAM CURRY: For God's sake, now I'm a suspect?

ROGER FRAMPTON: You should've told me, William.

WILLIAM CURRY: You're not the only person who engages me for my discretion, Roger.

BRENNAN: What did the letter say?

WILLIAM CURRY: I'm sure I couldn't possibly tell you.

BRENNAN: Uh, Mr. Frampton, how is your health?

ROGER FRAMPTON: What the hell has that got to do with anything?

BRENNAN: Any nerve pain, dizziness, headaches?

ROGER FRAMPTON: No, I'm healthy as an ox.

BOOTH: Are you aware that Portia is not your biological daughter?

PRITCHARD: Perhaps I should conduct the rest of this interview.

(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab - Lounge Area. Angela is sitting on the couch when Sweets joins her.)

SWEETS: Angela?

ANGELA: Here we go.

SWEETS: Angela, men are idiots. Seriously.

ANGELA: Just to be clear, are you a man or a boy for the purposes of this conversation?

SWEETS: When I was ten, the kid next door had a turtle party wagon. It's an accessory for the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles action figures. It's a toy. No? Anyway, I loved that party wagon. I wanted that party wagon. So I climbed the tree outside his bedroom window but the tree had a fungus and his dad was too cheap to hire an arborist so unbeknownst to me, some of the branches were dead.

ANGELA: Lucky for you, I, uh, I enjoy a convoluted story with my hot beverage.

SWEETS: I'm in the hospital, broken arm, concussion and the kid with the party wagon
comes in. I confess everything. You know what he says? "I would've given it to you."

ANGELA: Ah. He had a little gay crush on you.

SWEETS: He did?

ANGELA: Mhmm.

SWEETS: Oh, man, that explains a lot.

ANGELA: But I'm guessing that you have a different point to the story, like maybe I'm the party wagon.

SWEETS: No, you're the gay neighbor boy. Your love is the party wagon. Grayson is the tree. I'm Hodgins. Think about it.

ANGELA: Which brings us back to the point that all men are idiots.

SWEETS: See how I worked that? It's because I'm so good.

ANGELA: Uh. Uh, huh.

(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab - Hodgins Desk)

HODGINS: The treads in the victim's tires were mostly full of river silt but I did find a few more materials. Crushed scleractinian coral. Possibly from Australia.

CAM: She was killed in Australia?

HODGINS: It's used as a surface for private roadways in England.

CAM: How does that help us?

HODGINS: Well, it's been illegal to harvest this stuff for years, so the roadway in question is fairly old. And even when this stuff was available, it was incredibly expensive.

CAM: And the organic material?

HODGINS: Deciduous pinnate leaflets, medium pink petals. It's a rosa damascena. An antique rose bush.

ANGELA: Hey, Hodgins...

HODGINS: Yeah. Hey. Hi, Angela.

(She reaches out and grabs his hand. He gets up and they walk away)

CAM: Fine, I'll just pass this along to Booth and Dr. Brennan in England. You guys go ahead and - Security cameras, people. The building's filled with security cameras.

(Cut to: Street near the Royal Diner. Hodgins and Angela are walking)

ANGELA: Can't have you punching my ex-husbands.

HODGINS: Deal. So long as you don't kiss your ex-husbands. For longer than 3 seconds. On the lips.

ANGELA: Deal. Look, it's simple. My heart isn't yours to claim. It's mine to give away.

HODGINS: I get that. I mean what you're saying, not your heart.

ANGELA: Idiot, you do get my heart.

HODGINS: Because you're giving it to me?

ANGELA: At last. A glimmer of understanding.

HODGINS: Wow, that is so flaky and New Age and wonderful.

ANGELA: Yeah.

(Hodgins pulls her towards him and kisses her. Grayson is across the street and sees. Just as he is about to go over by them, a bunch of people on bikes ride past - their bells ringing. Grayson starts laughing.)

GRAYSON: Okay! Okay! I get it. The universe speaks. I hear it.

(Angela and Hodgins continue to kiss. Grayson is gone.)

(Cut to: London Street. Booth and Brennan are waiting to get their tire repaired.)

BOOTH: Guy said he was going to fix the flat tire. What's it doing up on the truck?

BRENNAN: (on phone) Crushed coral and rose petals. Hodgins found coral and roses
in Portia Frampton's tires.

Who takes a car with a flat tire and puts it up on a truck, all right? You fix it. That's what you do. If there was a spare tire, I'd have fixed it.

BRENNAN: (to Booth) Probably you cracked an axle or something. (into phone) Thanks, Cam. That was very useful. (she hangs up)

BOOTH: All right, great, now I gotta call Agent Pritchard. I'm gonna have to ask her for a ride. (Brennan is picks something out of the tire and smells it) You know, England is not good for my personal dignity - all because of a flat tire. (he turns and sees her smelling it) Wait. Whoa, whoa, Bones, don't smell that. You don't know where that's been.

BRENNAN: Yes, I do. This is crushed coral and it smells like roses.

BOOTH: Where did we pick up crushed coral?

BRENNAN: The private road and driveway at the Bonham Estate.

BOOTH: Portia Frampton drove to the Bonham Estate just before she died.

BRENNAN: And the royals said she never came to the house.

BOOTH: They lied.

(Cut to: Bonham Estate. Wexler, Pritchard, Booth & Brennan arrive)

WEXLER: You honestly believe the Duke of Innesford is Portia Frampton's biological father.

BRENNAN: Both he and his mother show symptoms of VHL disease.

WEXLER: Well, we're standing on coral; those are rose bushes, and that is a scooter that could fit very nicely into the back of an SUV.

BOOTH: That's great. Okay, what's taking our backup so long?

PRITCHARD: I didn't request backup.

BOOTH: Well, great. In that case...

(Booth reaches for the gun in his ankle holster)

BRENNAN: I want a gun. I'm a very good shot and I - I've killed before. It didn't bother me as much as I thought.

BOOTH: Well, it bothered you a little.

BRENNAN: Well, yes, but not as much as I thought.

WEXLER: If there's gonna be gunplay, I think I'll wait in the car.

PRITCHARD: Nonsense, Ian, there won't be any gunplay.

BRENNAN: Why not?

PRITCHARD: We won't need guns because we have the letter from Portia's mother.

BRENNAN: We don't know what it says.

BOOTH: Ah, but they don't know that. Good one, Pritch.

WEXLER: What'd you just call her?

PRITCHARD: "Pritch," Ian. He called me, "Pritch." Short for "Pritchard." Will you please put that weapon away.

BOOTH: Fine. It just feels wrong.

(Cut to: Living Room. Bonham Estate.)

BOOTH: I have a letter addressed to Portia from her mother.

HARRY: Portia's mother died 14 years ago.

PRITCHARD: She wrote it on her deathbed.

WEXLER: On her deathbed? Well, you know what this means. Big doings.

BOOTH: Big doings. (he takes a sheet of paper out of his pocket) So, I'm going to have Dr. Brennan read it out loud.

(He hands the sheet of paper to Brennan)

BRENNAN: What? (she takes it and starts 'reading') "My dearest daughter, Portia..."

BOOTH: Did we mention it's dated Portia Frampton's 21st birthday? Start at the beginning, Bones.

BRENNAN: "My dearest daughter Portia..."

BOOTH: Skip to the part about her father.

DUKE GERARD BONHAM: Wait. A moment. Please. Would you leave us, Harry?

HARRY: Why?

ANNE BONHAM: What's happening, Gerard?

DUKE GERARD BONHAM: Please, trust me. This is not the way for Harry to discover certain harsh truths. Please, Harry. A little trust.

PAIGE BONHAM: That must be one hell of a letter.

DUKE GERARD BONHAM: You must believe me when I tell you that I had no idea of this before Portia read the letter to me.

ANNE BONHAM: What? You met with Portia, here? What did it say?

BRENNAN: It says that the Duke was Portia's biological father.

PAIGE BONHAM: How remarkably unsavory.

ANNE BONHAM: You couldn't possibly think that Gerard killed Portia to keep it a secret.

(Brennan sees something hear the fireplace that could be a possible murder weapon)

BOOTH: Why not?

DUKE GERARD BONHAM: Portia asked me if I were her father. I admitted that it was more than possible.

(Brennan hands it to Wexler)

WEXLER: Mother-of-pearl. This is very possibly the murder weapon.

PAIGE BONHAM:Isn't this the part where we call for legal counsel?

DUKE GERARD BONHAM: I did not kill Portia Frampton, Mother. Thank you for your faith.

PRITCHARD: I believe I'm going to have to request you to accompany me to Scotland Yard, Your Grace.

BOOTH: (to Brennan) They request?

BRENNAN: It's a polite country.

JAMISON: (clearing his throat and stepping forward) That will not be necessary. It was I.

DUKE GERARD BONHAM: Jamison!

BOOTH: The butler?

BRENNAN: You ordered your butler to kill Portia Frampton?

JAMISON: The Duke had absolutely nothing to do with it.

PAIGE BONHAM: If Jamison confesses, Harry need never know that Portia was his sister. We'll provide you with the finest representation.

JAMISON: Thank you, mum.

BOOTH: Wow.

(Cut to: Restaurant near Tower Bridge. Booth, Brennan and Wexler are sitting at a table having drinks.)

BOOTH: Come on, you mean to tell me that neither one of you get the weirdness of this. All right, the butler did it. It was the butler!

WEXLER: Inspector Pritchard will be hours in the interrogation room but the fact is we'll never really know for certain.

BRENNAN: You mean he might just be protecting the duke?

WEXLER: It's utterly conceivable, yes. (Wexler gets up to leave but says to Brennan) Well, I thought I might try and entice you back to Oxford with me tonight.

BOOTH: You know I do have a gun in England, and I really have been dying to use it.

BRENNAN: I'll handle this.

(She gets up and leads Wexler away from the table)

BOOTH: (shouting after them) You know, it's a James Bond gun. It's a Walther PPK, by the way.

BRENNAN: Ian, I think you're a lot of fun.

WEXLER: Oh, hell's bells and buckets. I think I know where this is going.

BRENNAN: It would upset Booth if I slept with you.

WEXLER: You see, rationally speaking, if you were to have someone operate on your brain, for example, you would want a surgeon who's done the procedure many hundreds of times. You know, someone who's absolutely at the top of their game. I don't really see why sex should be any different.

BRENNAN: Rationally speaking, you're absolutely right.

WEXLER: Good. Then, we're settled. Off we go. (to Booth) Look out for the bridge opening, they say it's good luck. (to Brennan) That should keep him occupied for hours.

BRENNAN: Common sense says you don't offend your partner for an hour of fun.

WEXLER: An hour. What? One hour? You underestimate me, Dr. Brennan. (she leans over and kisses him on the cheek) This is absolutely the dregs, isn't it? I'll call you again before you leave. Who knows? You could be in a more rational frame of mind.

(Ian walks away and Brennan heads back over by Booth and sits down)

BOOTH: Why are you looking at me like that? I'm just here to help you pick out a guy, you know. Never mind. I'm just here to bring a little luck.

BRENNAN: I don't believe in luck.

(The Tower Bridge starts opening behind them, but neither notice.)

BOOTH: What do you mean, you don't believe in luck? Okay, well, how do you explain when good things happen out of nowhere?

BRENNAN: Define "good things."

BOOTH: You know, good things. Money in the bank. Uh, hey, Doris Day parking, a big piece of-

BRENNAN: What's Doris Day parking?

BOOTH: A big piece of the pie, that's good luck.

BRENNAN: I call that a solipsistic perceptual response to the random nature of the Universe.

BOOTH: Well, tomato, potato. Call it what you want. You know what? It's still luck.

BRENNAN:You are lucky I understand you when you say things that make no sense.