Bones: The Death of the Queen Bee
May 7th 2010 22:36
A body turns up in the town where Bones went to high school, and in order to catch the killer, she and Booth go undercover as husband and wife at, what else, her high school reunion! Bones, who does not have fond memories of high school, is only really glad to see her old janitor—a man with a very creepy vibe, who used to find her dead animals to dissect. Despite his habit of showing up in shadows and his love of all things sharp and deadly, the man was Bones’s only friend in high school. He even went out and bought her first book so she could sign it for him.
They find out the victim was one of Bones’s classmates, the most popular Queen Bee type, and Booth tries coaching Bones on small talk to question the suspects—her other former classmates. From the creepy “you’re one of my girls now” wooden nameplate making shop teacher who had a crush on her in high school, to the cake-maker who lost her job, to the sheriff who cheated off Bones’s chemistry tests and now openly hits on Booth, Bones and the team (via satellite link) try and figure out who’s the killer and who’s just bitter.
Meanwhile, Hodgins accidentally lets slip to Wendell about Angela’s baby scare, and Wendell tells her that he would have done the right thing. He would have taken his fair share of the consequences, even married her if that’s what she wanted. This prompts Angela to decide Wendell is a good man, but she ends up breaking up with him anyway. But not in a bad way. They leave with smiles on their faces, both knowing that somewhere deep in her heart, Angela still has feelings for Hodgins.
The longer the reunion dance goes on, the more Bones is starting to enjoy herself. She and Booth dance it out while they go over the suspects, and suddenly the music shifts to a slow dance. Bones is excited she recognizes and song (Seal), and when Booth heads off the dance floor, she calls him back. Booth isn’t so sure…”It’s a slow dance.” Not getting it, Bones asks him if that’s too hard for him, and he clarifies that he wasn’t talking about the dancing, but that um, door they opened that neither of them want to walk through. Bones finally gets it, and apologizes, telling him that she really did just want to dance. Booth gives in and takes her in his arms, being careful to leave a much more than necessary gap between them. Bones is confused. Why is he standing so far away? “Just keeping room for the Holy Spirit, that’s all,” Booth mutters, and continues to hold her at arm’s length.
Booth spots the janitor walking through the dance with a rather large knife, but it’s not for murdering. It’s for cutting the rope that’s holding up all the big metal stars on the ceiling. The stars drop to hang over the dancers’ heads and Bones smiles. This is the prom she never had. Realizing how much this really means to her, Booth pulls her closer, really dancing with her. She lays he head on his shoulder, and they both relish the moment secretly to themselves.
After discovering the angel of the murder weapon—something sharp and made of metal, and bone dust in the shop, they now have the place where the murder took place, but still not the weapon. As the team works to figure out what it might be back at the lab, Bones suddenly realizes something. The stars are metal. And they have about the right angle…
Right in the middle of the dance, Bones leaves the table where Booth is eating pie, grabs a chair, and climbs up to take one of the metal stars off its hanging string. Her classmates look at her like she’s crazy, and Bones hands the star over to Booth. “Smile sweetheart!” He holds up the star and his pie so she can take a picture to send back to the lab. The sheriff mutters to herself, “They’re a freakin’ love story and I’m feeding cats…” she walks off sadly with her drink.
The team lines up the stab wounds with the placement of the stars—on a rack in the shop where they were stored—and yep, they line up. Bones goes to ask her good janitor friend who made the stars, and he knows she’s not there for the reunion, is she? Nope. He asks who’s dead, and when she tells him it was the wife of the popular guy in school, he tells her that the woman’s friend, the one who set up all the decorations for the reunion, made the stars, they arrest her for murder. She doesn’t even try to deny it, saying that it was her turn to have the victim’s husband. They were best friends in high school, had killed the girl the guy was dating at the time, and had come to a pact to share him later on. The victim had married him, and now didn’t want to give him up, so her friend killed her.
Back with the team after work, Bones admits to her friends that Booth was right, it was good to go back to high school, if nothing else to realize that she’s so much luckier now. This, these people right here sharing a drink with her at the end of the day, is what real friendship looks like. She toasts to her friends. They smile, laugh, and toast her back. There are indeed different ways to define family.
BONES: We know each other. Becky, right? I'm Temperance.
SHERIFF CONWAY: Have I arrested you before, hun?
BONES: No, you were my lab partner in Chemistry at Burtonsville High.
SHERIFF CONWAY: Are you absolutely sure? I have an excellent memory.
BONES: Positive. Though you are thinner now which is better for your cardiovascular system. In high school you were quite over weight. Hence the derrision from the other students.
SHERIFF CONWAY: Yeah, I remember you now. You’re creepy girl. So, you're in town for the reunion.
~*~*~
BOOTH: You gotta go to your reunion, Bones. We already flew all the way out here.
BONES: I'm not going. High school was not a happy time. For some reason, people didn't seem to like me.
~*~*~
SHERIFF CONWAY: The Butcher of Burtonsville High. He's back.
~*~*~
HODGINS: You know, you get very bossy when you don't have flesh to play with?
CAM: I am the boss.
~*~*~
HODGINS: This is very teenage slasher movie-ish.
~*~*~
SWEETS: And this, uh, Ray Buxley, was a prime suspect in '94?
BOOTH: Yeah, he was the high school custodian, but they didn't have enough to hold him.
SWEETS: Lives alone. Low-status job. Obsession with gruesome crime stories. Surrounded by teenage girls. Very creepy. It's like Freddy creepy.
~*~*~
HODGINS: So you've been through the 'babydaddy' scare before?
WENDELL: Before? Before What?
~*~*~
JULIE: Yes. Do we know each other?
BONES: Temperance Brennan.
(She shakes Julie's hand)
JULIE: Temperance! Oh, yes! (pulling hand back) You-you liked dead things.
BRAD BENSON: I thought that was you. Wow! The years have been very kind to you, Temperance. Very.
JULIE: Ha! Well, not that very, she liked dead things, Brad.
BONES: Yes, but now I'm a wealthy author and a successful scientist (to Booth) Did I do that right?
BOOTH: (to Bones) No. (to Brad) I'm, uh, her husband. Bobby Kent. Temperance's lesser half.
BRAD BENSON: Ah, Brad Benson. Julie Coyle. So you guys have any kids yet?
BOOTH: Oh, no. Not yet but we want a house full, right?
BONES: Yes. We have intercourse every chance we get.
BOOTH: Wow. Ah, yeah. I mean, all over the place.
~*~*~
MR. BUXLEY: First edition!
BONES: My first novel!
MR. BUXLEY: You named the killer after me. I'da shed a tear if my duct worked proper.
BONES: Awwww.
~*~*~
HODGINS: Whoa, hold on. Show and tell is not over yet.
~*~*~
BONES: Wednell does seem to live by a very strong sense of morality and ethics.
ANGELA: He's probably the best guy I've ever met. I mean, he's good hearted and he's honest.
BONES: You're saying good things, but your tone indicates you have doubts.
ANGELA: Cause when Hodgins thought I was pregnant he said, "I'm your guy". Wendell talked about bearing the consequences and doing the right thing.
BONES: Well, anthropologically speaking, males doing their duties form the bedrock of civilization.
ANGELA: That's not very poetic.
BONES: Because males tended to find those duties onerous, they took every opportunity to avoid them. Mostly through geographic exploration, meaningless conquests and war.
ANGELA: Hodgins wanted to be with me and the baby, which I guess means that he's less likely, than Wendell, to go off and start a war, right?
~*~*~
SHERIFF CONWAY: Brad was always the Golden Boy. Always got what he wanted. Rumor is his business isn't doing very good.
BONES: Booth! You can't give this creedence. It's gossip, which by definition, is a form of entertainment - not information - and her grammar is appalling.
SHERIFF CONWAY: It is a miracle that you have any life whatsoever.
BONES: You cheated off my tests in Chemistry.
~*~*~
BONES: If I had covered my paper, she would still be taking that class.
BOOTH: Wow.
~*~*~
JULIE: She took it away, too. They had a big blow out. Now Carrie's lookin' for work. So, what's goin' on? Leaving me out of the gossip?
BONES: No. I love to gossip. Remember when you were locked out of the locker room, in your underwear, and the boys took pictures and then they put it all over school?
(Becky & Bones laugh)
JULIE: I can't believe you'd bring that up.
BOOTH: (to Bones) That's not gossip, honey. That's embarrassing.
~*~*~
BOOTH: Okay, look. You have to question her. You know. As her old friend.
BONES: No- she didn't like me then. No one did and they still don't. I obviously had no social skills.
BOOTH: They're not gonna suspect a thing, alright, because you're an alumni.
BONES: Alumna.
BOOTH: UGH!
~*~*~
BOOTH: I'm her husband, Bobby Kent.
ANDY: Oh. Is the marriage working out because statistically...
BOOTH: Are you serious?
~*~*~
BONES: I never understood why my classmates didn't appreciate my dance moves more.
~*~*~
BONES: Oh! Can we dance? Booth?
BOOTH: What?
BONES: It's Seal.
BOOTH: Well, it's a slow song…
BONES: Oh, I'm sorry. Is that too difficult for you?
BOOTH: Oh, I just don't want any misunderstandings, here, that's all, Bones. I mean, ya know, we, uh, opened a door that neither one of us wants to walk though.
BONES: I know. I- I just was asking to dance. Because I remembered the song. I'm sorry.
BOOTH: Nah. You know what? Hey, it's just a dance. It's your reunion. Okay. Let's do it. Let's dance. Hey. Come on.
(Bones moves to wrap her arms around her, but Booth puts his hands on her waist, keeping her at a distance)
BOOTH: Okay.
BONES: Oh. (she laughs) Why are you so far away?
BOOTH: You know, just keeping room for the Holy Spirit. That's all.
~*~*~
BONES: Why are you all so suspicious of Mr. Buxley?
BOOTH: Why? Because, you know, he's psycho, he has access to the shop and he has a huge knife.
~*~*~
Booth: That is so cool! (noticing Bones looking up at the stars) Bones, you’re tearing up.
Bones: This is the prom that I never got to go to.
~*~*~
BONES: (handing Booth a star) Hey, just hold that. (holds up phone to take a picture to send to the lab) Just hold up the star and smile, sweetheart.
SHERIFF CONWAY: They're a frickin' love story and I'm feedin' cats.
~*~*~
SWEETS: Even ten or fifteen years later, you put the same, in the same environments and the exact same interpersonal relationships pick up where they left off.
BONES: Well, when the wall fell - the majority of KGB Agents kept their positions when the organization turned to other endeavors.
BOOTH: Are you saying that high school is like the KGB.
HODGINS: Yeah.
CAM: Clandestine meetings, secret pacts, murder. Sounds like her high school.
BONES: Well, I tried to change their perception of me by telling them how rich and successful I've become but they still didn't like me.
SWEETS: Why would you tell them that?
BOOTH: You know what? She didn't do it right.
HODGINS: You told her to do that.
BOOTH: Well, look. It had to be subtle.
ANGELA: I am so never going to my high school reunion, ever.
WENDELL: I think it'd be fun to see how everybody turned out.
HODGINS: Oh, heck, yeah! I'd love to see how Suzanne Dowell turned out. Oh, man. She used to wear these jeans...must have been painted on.
SWEETS: Stephanie Roberts and her little pink shirt…
CAM: Dr. Sweets, are you still with us? (laughs)
SWEETS: Sorry.
BOOTH: Look, they didn't dislike you, Bones, they just didn't understand you. That's a big difference.
BONES: It didn't bother me. I found the reunion to be quite educational. And you were right. It was good to go back. It made me see how lucky I am. Now. This is what friendship is like; this table. I am very lucky.
HODGINS: Aww. Cheers!
(They all clink drinks)
EVERYONEV: Cheers!
[b]BONES: Salud!
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