“Bones” Season 6 Episode 7 “The Babe in the Bar” begins with the discovery of the remains of a young woman in a giant chocolate bar. This development is very disconcerting, especially to Jimmy Walpert, the chocolate factory owner.
Willy Wonka never had problems like this. Spoilers follow.
The victim, who was apparently an employee at the chocolate factory named Harriet, was drowned in the chocolate before it had hardened. Mind, one can joke that death by chocolate might be one of the preferred deaths, but drowning is an awful, painful experience no matter what medium one does it in.
The case becomes curiouser and curiouser when it is discovered, from her sister, that Harriet’s resume is a complete fabrication. It also seems that she has been at several jobs, including one at a wine company whose product makes Boones Farm seem like ambrosia. She also has a reputation as a sexual adventurer.
The truth about Harriet is really a groaner. She is an industrial spy, sent to infiltrate companies in order to ferret out trade secrets. Yes indeed, she is Harriet the Spy.
Now to the question of who killed her. Was it her previous boy toy from the cheap wine company? Was it her sister, jealous of her prettier, more successful sibling? Was it the owner of the chocolate factory, a very unpleasant man more concerned with bad publicity than a dead woman encased in his product?
While this is going on, Angela plans to hold the official announcement of her little bun in the oven. The problem is that everyone knows about it already and the affair is for the benefit of Hodgins, who does not know that everyone knows.
The guest intern this week is Nigel, the Cliff Claven of the Jeffersonian. Nigel had won almost a million dollars on “Jeopardy” through his vast knowledge of trivia. Sadly, that knowledge does not include financial management. After a few months of travel, frivolous spending and, well, games of chance, he is back at the Jeffersonian with just his memories and his capacity to irritate people by his going off on tangents.
And, anyway, the murderer is the chief chocolateer, a nebbish man whom Harriet had vamped within an inch of his life and then dropped like a crumbled up candy bar when all of his secrets had been spilled. Sadly for Harriet, the fellow did not take rejection philosophically.
As for the announcement, it went badly. Booth begged off so he could have sex with his sweetie. The rest blew their body language attempts and Hodgins did not have to be a profiler to know that all knew all along, despite the denials and sudden gulps of adult beverages.
Source: Bones, The Babe in the Bar, TV.Rage