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Previously, on Bones:

We were right. There was a conspiracy in the FBI.

They're counting on you getting killed in here, Booth.

That way, they can keep their hands clean.

Cooper's death could be the point of origin

for this entire conspiracy?

We solve this,

we could find out who's behind the whole thing.

- Who are you? - Special Agent

James Aubrey. FBI.

The case that I was on

before I was thrown into jail is still open.

I intend to finish that.

Mr. Hoover called me a great soldier.

J. Edgar Hoover?

- You were with the Bureau? - Yes.

There is a conspiracy here.

Now, whatever is crucial to us,

we must consider crucial to them.

Stark pulled me off the case.

Sanderson must be making more threats.

I just... I didn't have any choice.

Right. 'Cause you were blackmailed.

Who is "They"?

- Sweets! - What happened?

I don't know.

Looks like massive internal trauma.

He's gone, Booth.

I don't know if I can do this to him.

This is not Sweets.

This is a set of remains

that will give us the man who killed Sweets.

All right, look, have you checked all the hospitals, the urgent care?

...the autopsy, I need the tissue debrided,

- so I can get... - But Sweets said that he shot him,

there was a blood trail.

...A profile of the killer.

One more thing. Just listen to me...

Then it's up to Hodgins

until I get the bones. Thanks.

All right, the killer could also have been there.

Right.

Just check back with me soon.

Right.

- Is Cam finished with the autopsy? - She said soon.

You know what? I should've served the warrant.

You know? Not Sweets.

- It's not your fault... - It is my fault, Bones, okay?

Look, I am the senior agent.

Do you understand? It is my responsibility.

That's why we're going to find out what happened,

who's behind all of this.

We're gonna do that for Sweets.

We have to do that.

All right? He was... family.

Yes, he was.

I'm ready.

Oh, for what, honey?

Uncle Sweets and Daisy are taking me to the park today.

They said we can ride the paddle boat.

Come here, honey.

Come here.

What should I do?

You don't have to be here for this, Daisy.

I can take care of this.

Am I supposed to sit at home,

stare at pictures and weep when I could be of use?

No, I just meant that...

Lance would be here for me.

Okay.

You could bring these to the bone room

and begin rearticulating the, uh... remains.

He suffered a linear fracture to his right femur.

It would have taken a substantial

amount of force to cause this wound.

As well as knowing exactly what point to strike.

I also see fractures on the greater cornua of the hyoid.

Yes. And while I was cleaning the bones,

I noticed crushing injuries to the thyroid cartilages

which indicate the use of a broad surface

in the attempted strangulation.

Which is a submission move

typically used by people in the military.

Booth was right.

This was a trained killer.

I found cause of death.

You can see from Sweets' heart.

The aorta was torn.

Which happened when the killer struck his chest,

causing inward fracturing of ribs three through eight

on the left side.

I just wish that we'd never uncovered this whole conspiracy.

But we did.

And if we're going to put an end to it,

we need to destroy its central nervous system.

The conspiracy is not a sentient

life form, Dr. Hodgins.

I disagree.

It's grown the same way any living organism grows.

Then how do you propose to break down this... organism

to give us the leader?

We map its DNA.

That's brilliant.

We use all the names on the chip,

we analyze their behavior,

we see if it coincides with the events

of the past two decades.

I might be able to figure this out.

I'll-I'll see you later.

Look at this.

It's a dyed velour fiber.

It was deposited onto Sweets' shirt

from the bottom of the killer's shoe.

How does that help?

It tells us the car he was driving.

This fiber is from the floor mats

of a Mercedes Designo Edition.

There's not a lot of those around.

Look, you sure this is the vehicle?

Sanderson Chemical is less than a block away

and techs confirmed that the floor mats

match the fibers Dr. Hodgins found,

so I'm going with "Yes."

Who's the car registered to?

A woman in Silver Spring.

She's out of town, so the theft wasn't reported.

These guys are good.

Look, Aubrey, Sweets is dead, okay?

Don't sound so impressed with the bad guys.

We still have road blocks set up, okay?

A pro would hide inside of the perimeter

until the whole area was cleared. Got it?

Hey, I think I have something.

It's a blood trail.

It's light, but it passes by the car,

disappears into the mud.

That means Sweets's shot didn't kill him.

He's still in the area.

Seriously? The guy sticks around?

So the killer, he leaves... Sweets,

he gets back here,

can't drive his car, he's got to get to a higher ground.

He's got to be up on the roof.

Tactical advantage means the killer plans on fighting his way out.

Are you a good shot?

I don't miss.

Neither do I, so get ready for a kill shot.

Good work, Sweets.

Oh, my God.

That's Kenneth Emory.

You know this guy?

We were at Quantico together.

Before he left to join the Seals.

We know Sweets executed the warrant for Sanderson's documents.

Look, Sweets said the documents were taken, okay?

They weren't on the killer.

We're having the entire area searched,

from Sweets' murder scene to the roof.

If he hid the docs, we'll find them.

So how's junior here working out, cher?

Be nice to the millennials.

We'll be controlling your Medicare soon.

All right, you know what? He did I.D. the killer,

so you know what, I'm gonna give him one more day.

Welcome back, Agent Booth.

Deputy Director Stark.

You know what? I'm here because of Sweets,

okay, and he'd want that.

Whatever the reason, I'm grateful.

I hear Sweets' killer was connected to the Bureau.

Yeah. I was at the academy with Emory.

A couple months into training,

he was accused of assaulting a female cadet.

Looked like he was going to be prosecuted,

and then the whole thing just went away.

And so did Emory.

Someone covered it up.

Right, and he became one of Sanderson's foot soldiers.

An accusation for which you have no proof.

- Yet. - Look...

you gonna throw me off this case again?

No.

You do what you have to.

You don't even need to send me reports.

And I'm sorry about Sweets.

I wish to hell I could turn back the clock.

Wow, no reports.

Never heard of that happening.

It doesn't.

Stark wants you to trust him.

I'm noticing avulsion fractures

to Emory's second, third and fourth

right proximal phalanges.

Sweets must've broke them

when the assailant tried to strangle him.

Now, the victim was shot in the abdomen and bled out

as a result of the transection

of the superior mesenteric artery.

A slow and painful death.

It's exactly what he deserved.

I've been comparing injuries on Lance

to those on the X-rays of the assailant.

Fractures to Lance's fourth and fifth metacarpals...

- Boxer fractures. - Yes.

They correspond to the microfractures

on the assailant's temporal bone.

Wait, excuse me.

The trajectory of the bullet that you tracked, Dr. Saroyan... it...

it shouldn't have hit that artery.

It didn't.

Would you like to describe what you see, Ms. Wick?

A tiny nick on the anterior aspect of the L1.

The wound track is indicative of a small blade, not a bullet.

Excellent, Ms. Wick.

Maybe Emory tried to remove the bullet himself

and nicked the artery in the process.

But there was no blade found near his body.

Someone wanted to make sure Emory didn't survive,

and used the bullet hole to hide the murder.

I'm not questioning your judgment here,

but what exactly are you hoping to accomplish with this?

I'm gonna look him in the eyes

and tell him his days are numbered.

So you're going to piss Sanderson off?

Exactly. Pissed-off people act irrationally.

They make mistakes.

Nice. Go for it.

Hey. You.

Just kill someone outside your office,

you mop up the blood and what do you do?

You just go back to work, right?

I am sorry about your colleague,

but I have a business to run.

Right, and I have a case to solve.

- We're done. - No, we're not done.

I want to know what were in those documents that Sweets had

that were so important that you had to take his life.

Do I have to call your boss again?

Please, do.

Because a few more calls and I'll be able to arrest you

for impeding a murder investigation.

He looks pissed, Agent Booth.

Yeah, he does.

I'll tell you what, I'll let you get back to work.

I'm sure you've got some more polluting to do.

So, I think you're right.

The-the links between the people blackmailed

and the positions they occupied

created more compromised individuals

who could then be blackmailed,

who then blackmailed other people...

This is like a...

Like a eukaryotic, phagotrophic bacterivore.

I have no idea what that is,

but you've been right so far, so yeah.

I was going through Sweets' effects.

I found his notepad.

He was thorough.

- It's probably the shrink training. - Exactly.

So I'm hoping that he made some notes

about serving the warrant, you know?

Maybe even something about Sanderson.

Okay, but these are all covered in blood.

Yeah, that's why I'm using this.

It's blood detergent.

So, it'll solubilize the blood

and remove it enzymatically.

That's for clothes and skin, though.

Wouldn't it destroy the ink that Sweets used

- to write the notes? - Absolutely.

But as long as I don't swell the paper,

it should leave the impression of the stylus.

Which I could then read

using electrostatic detection.

That is the plan.

I'm thinking Sanderson sends someone to meet Emory

to get the documents.

And that person kills Emory

and uses the bullet's entry wound to obscure the act.

I couldn't get a judge to reissue the warrant.

What?! Why?!

Sanderson said because he already complied,

he doesn't have the requested documents anymore.

That's because he killed Sweets and he took them.

Until you find something concrete,

we can't touch Sanderson.

And his lawyers told my boss

Sanderson is prepared to spend whatever it takes

to keep the D.O.J off his back.

Oh, right, and you're telling me that doesn't raise a red flag?

It makes me sick, cherie,

but that's how the world works.

Not my world.

I used an ESDA scan to pick up the indentations

left behind by the stylus of the pen.

"Oooder"?

"Cooper."

Lance smushed his letters together

cause he wrote so fast.

Because the ideas just poured out of him.

"Cooper, Defiant, Frightened."

It makes sense that Cooper would wait

until he was dying before he stood up to the blackmailers.

"Sanderson,

Believer, Powerful...

Acolyte."

And then a bunch of question marks.

Acolyte. Acolyte is a follower.

Did you see the cross?

Maybe he's saying he's religious.

You think this whole thing could be a cult?

Daisy, what is it?

Seeley, Seeley, Seeley.

It's what Lance wanted to name the baby.

Where did you go, Booth?

You know, you...

you can't just run away...

Where did you get those?

Well, they took all my weapons when they arrested me,

so I just went and I replaced them.

Nothing wrong with that, right?

You did this legally?

You know what? We need protection.

What are you planning to do, Booth?

Don't ask about things you don't need to know about, all right?

What? You don't think I need to know if you intend to kill a man?!

We can't get to Sanderson, all right?

He's already killed Sweets!

It's only a matter of time before he comes for us again!

So you're gonna kill him on a hunch?

Because that's all it is now, Booth.

Really? Look at the evidence!

Uh, I have! There's nothing, Booth. Not yet!

Stop! I don't want to talk about this anymore. We're done!

Then you are on your own

because I don't want to be connected to any part of this... or you.

Who you are now, it's...

you're not someone I want in my life!

In my daughter's life.

All right, do you have any idea what you're saying?!

Yes! I always know what I'm saying.

- Enjoy your new house! - Oh, great!

Okay, that's fine! What are you gonna do, huh?

You're just gonna run away now?

Just leave me here?!

Booth, you are the one who's running away!

You're running away from everything you believe in! Why?

Because it's not going the way you want it to?

Because it's too difficult for you?

What kind of man does that make you, huh?

How will you face your God if you...

kill an innocent man?

Is your faith in him so weak?

Your faith in...

in me?

You're a good man, Booth.

Don't let them take that away!

Because that really will be the death of you.

I just want this to stop.

I want this to stop.

It will.

Faith.

Faith.

Ms. Wick?

Have you been here all night?

I couldn't be alone in that apartment.

So I came here.

I thought maybe Lance could give us some more help.

Dr. Edison and I have already determined

that there's no more to be learned from his remains.

I disagree.

Did you notice the remodeled talar dome fracture to his foot?

Lance must've played soccer as a kid.

I didn't know that.

Yes. Neither did I.

Or these.

Remodeled fractures to his left radius and ulna.

I should leave you alone.

Please don't go.

You're the only one who can see him like I can.

It's like we can have one last conversation.

A left radius and ulna indicate fractures

that happened about 20 years ago.

He fell out of a tree house.

He said he was so excited,

he lost his balance on the rope ladder, and splat.

Extended articular facets on the joints of the metacarpals.

I forgot how proficient he was at the piano.

He played for the baby every night.

Daisy, do you have family?

Is...? Perhaps they could...?

Here, Dr. Brennan. This is my family.

I'll be fine here.

Everyone seems to think

that solving Cooper's murder will lead to the person

that ordered Lance's murder.

Yes.

Then I'll get Cooper's bones out of the freezer.

They should be stable enough now that you can take samples.

What are you doing?

And hello to you, too, suit.

Regulations will be happy.

Yeah. Well, I'm moving on.

Right, well, there's a lot to do, so what do you have here?

Right, uh, all of this is from Bethesda Presbyterian Hospital.

Visitor logs, security tapes...

Security guard said that Hoover was involved.

If Hoover was involved, this went back

a lot longer than 16 years ago.

We're gonna look at every business

that Sanderson was involved with.

I don't care if he was 15 years old

and he was working at a donut shop.

Find any excuse to reissue a warrant.

Nice.

Yes, that will be perfect.

How soon can I pick them up?

Excuse me.

Even better.

Okay, well, I look forward to your call.

Thanks.

Dr. Brennan?

I need a laser microtome

to complete my immunohistological study of Cooper's bones.

The request is being denied without your signature.

You're gonna slice up the few remaining bones

we have of Cooper's?

It's the only thing left to do.

The one place we haven't thoroughly examined

is his marrow.

Okay. Well, I will give you...

Oh, excuse me.

Dr. Saroyan.

You can e-mail me the different options.

Thank you. Bye.

I am sorry. Where were we?

If you have something more important to do

than find Cooper's killer...

No. But I...

I'm...

planning Sweets' funeral.

He had no immediate family other than us.

And since I have no more flesh to examine,

I figured this would be a good use of my time.

Do you disagree?

No.

I'm sorry.

Okay. I'm...

gonna give you this.

It's a blanket authorization,

so you shouldn't have any more... problems.

Is there anything I can do?

There is.

Find out who's behind this.

So, using your theory,

which is actually Dr. Gerald Karp's cell theory,

the conspiracy is taking the shape

of a living, growing organism.

God, I love you.

Well, you can love me later.

Here... we have Cooper.

The cell from which all the rest grew.

Exactly. We know that Durant

was already linked to him because he falsified

his medical reports.

That's right. We also know that Sanderson

is linked to Cooper because a chemical that Sanderson

- manufactured killed Cooper. - Right.

So I ran facial recognition

and data searches on all three of them.

Durant and Cooper!

I found 11 conferences where Durant and Cooper

were both listed as attendees.

Nothing pisses me off more than being lied to,

and you lied to me twice.

Howard and I had a connection.

We were both being blackmailed.

We'd both been promoted

because of the favors that we'd done.

Did both of you talk about Hugo Sanderson?

Doc, listen to me-- I want a name.

Or I'm gonna charge you with obstruction of justice.

Howard was the only one

who had the courage to stand up and say, "No more."

Look what happened to him.

Look, you know what? We can protect you.

No, you can't.

Yes, we can.

Or do you prefer living a life like this?

What else do you have in there?

No, I don't know a Sanderson.

I never heard that name mentioned.

This is who I dealt with.

He-he's a lot older here,

but this is the one who came to me and to Cooper.

Jerold Norsky?

I hope you meant it when you said you could protect me.

Because I think I just signed my death warrant.

Compare each slice for anomalies in the marrow.

They could be subtle.

Or not.

This section of Cooper's marrow...

the cellular makeup...

I've never seen anything like it before.

Neither have I.

Is this from the anterior aspect of the C-7?

Yes, it was in close proximity

to where the needle punctured the periosteum.

Something appears to have altered

the stromal cells and the extracellular matrix.

Looks like the start of a tumor.

Could it be extra blast cells from the cancer?

It's not the leukemia.

And the cimetidine used to kill him

wouldn't cause cellular growth.

It's unlike any cell growth I've seen.

Look at the injection site.

Whatever caused this happened

when he was injected with the cimetidine.

And the cells kept growing

while he was in the coma before he died.

Have Cam perform a DNA panel

to determine how the cells were altered?

Perhaps we can get a clearer picture

from additional sectioning.

I'm sorry that I had to leave last time that I was here.

I don't know if you remember who I am. I'm Special Agent...

Booth.

I know who you are.

FBI, just like you were.

I still have a few questions about Mr. Sanderson.

I can't help you.

But last time, you told me

that Hoover recruited you to work with him.

I don't recall that.

Someone got to you, didn't they?

Someone got to you since last time I was here...who was it?

I'm tired. Want to take a nap.

Can you take me back to my room?

Who was it? Who got to you?

Who was it?

You telling me you can sleep well, knowing what you've done?

Yes. Very well.

When you joined the Bureau, you took an oath

to protect and to defend this country.

And that, Agent Booth, is what I have always done.

Damn. Hoover.

It's really true.

But all his personal records were destroyed when he died.

No way anyone gets their hands

on that much information and destroys it.

Well, it's actually the opposite.

Whoever Hoover passed them to added to them over the years.

So, Sanderson couldn't be the direct heir.

I mean, there's not a strong enough connection

between him and Hoover.

The question mark is the person who inherited the files.

Th-That's the spoke in the wheel.

Yeah, Hoover had to trust him above all others.

That's what Sweets meant in his notes

about passion and commitment.

It was, uh...

Damn, what's his name? It was, um...

Wait, you weren't even born when Hoover died.

No, n-n-no, I'm a history freak when it comes to the Bureau.

Figured I should know about the place I work. Uh...

What movies have you seen lately?

What? We're trying to destroy a shadow government here, Aubrey.

Yeah, yeah. But if I'm distracted by something else,

it'll come to me-- it's how the brain works.

I don't know why, but, uh...

- Ice Age. - 'Cause we have a kid.

Don't need a kid. I love all those films.

Rio's pretty awesome, too.

Oh, but the one that you should really see... Wilson!

Desmond Wilson!

L-Look him up in the Bureau database.

Okay, yeah. He was one of Hoover's aides.

It says that he retired in...

Yeah, a couple of months

before the files were supposed to be destroyed.

You don't work for a man your whole life

and then disappear when his life work's going to be ruined.

Look what year Wilson died.

16 years ago.

That's the same year as Cooper.

Hey, the timing fits.

But if he was retired from the Bureau,

how would he have access to the files?

After 40 years there,

I'm sure he kept a couple of keys.

Desmond Wilson lived in the same house

between the time he retired and when he died.

Makes sense.

Might explain why it's been empty ever since.

He was renting,

so I'm checking who has the title to the place.

Where did you get this car, anyway?

From a British toddler?

Excuse me.

This baby is a classic.

People think calling something classic

makes you forget that it's junk.

But hey, enjoy.

So a week after Hoover died,

Wilson filed a permit

to build a fallout shelter on the property.

It could have been used for storage.

There won't be any files there.

Wilson was a pro.

But that's why I'm riding in your bumper car.

They tell me you're a genius.

You got that right.

Suspension needs a little work.

It's just weird that this house stayed empty for 16 years.

Yeah. Well, lucky for us, cleanup crews back then

didn't have what it takes to fool me.

Check this out.

Great. Confetti.

What, did they throw a party?

No, ye of little faith.

Look at this.

Now, it's only a partial,

but it looks like part of a five and a zero.

This paper is watermarked from 1950.

We're going to need more than that.

It could be any sheet of paper from the '50s.

That is not how you talk to a genius.

Hold up.

There's something wrapped around the foot of the bed.

It's just a piece of wire.

Let me see that.

Oh, no.

No, it is so much more.

This is part of an old wire recorder.

This could prove that Hoover's files were kept here.

Why would someone leave it behind?

I don't know.

They either missed it

or thought no one would ever be able to play it.

So, in 1944, the U.S. Army used wire recorders such as this

to record fake information to confuse German spies.

Dr. Hodgins, please tell me

you put in a proper requisition for this

and didn't steal it from the exhibit.

Your signature gave me blanket approval

for all requisitions.

Thank you again.

Okay, we're almost done.

That old piece of wire can actually be played?

Hopefully. I froze it, turning it into a superconductor,

which restored the last magnetic charge.

Hopefully.

Okay. Here we go.

I will not just ignore

the introduction of offensive weapons into Cuba.

Make that very clear in the statement.

Yes, Mr. President.

That's all for now.

Whoa, that is JFK talking about the Cuban missile crisis.

Alice.

Stay back a moment, please.

Of course, Mr. President.

You're looking very lovely this morning.

Thank you, Mr. President.

I've been waiting for this moment all day.

Why don't I take off my...

Wilson did have Hoover's files.

They were not destroyed with Hoover's death.

This office always did look better with you in it, cher.

Warms my little heart.

So, what have you got for your favorite girl?

Okay, listen to me. After Hoover's death,

Desmond Wilson moved the blackmail files

to a fallout shelter where he was living.

So, Hoover's files were stored in Wilson's place?

It wasn't exactly his place.

Right, the property belonged to a Burdett Property Management.

And now you're gonna tell me

Burdett Property is a holding company owned by Sanderson.

- She's good. - You've just scratched the surface, junior.

We have a connection now

between Sanderson, Wilson and the blackmail files.

Right? Let me bring Sanderson in,

and I can squeeze this guy.

Sorry, cher, but all you've established

is a link between a landlord and his tenant.

Oh, come on. We've done more with less.

Not against someone like Sanderson.

Sanderson is gonna be looking for any kind of opening now.

So don't give him one.

Where did you get all this stuff?

I had to go through the archived files at the Bureau.

Like, real paper files in the record room.

That's why I'm so hungry.

Right, s-so is there a direct connection

between Sanderson and Wilson?

Not that I saw.

Wait, we had flight records.

And appointment books, calendars, utility bills...

I figured I should just grab everything.

No, that's good. This is, this is good.

Because we can probably find somewhere

where these two actually crossed paths, right?

Cam found foreign DNA in Cooper's marrow.

Wait, from a transplant?

He never had one.

I think it's from the assailant.

He scraped himself during the struggle

and then accidentally injected his DNA into Cooper

without knowing it.

My God.

The cells kept growing

while Cooper was in a coma,

formed a small tumor.

Can you match the DNA?

No. It's not in the system.

Have you not eaten today?

A car's got to have fuel, right?

Why is Glen Durant in this photo?

That's not Durant. That's, uh, Desmond Wilson.

That's the guy that Hoover had passed the files down to.

Not him, the child.

Note the prominent glabella.

The jutting supraorbital torus.

This is Glen Durant,

the physician who treated Cooper.

Wait a second, this is a picture from his second marriage.

He didn't have any kids.

Which means that Glen Durant is Wilson's stepson.

What, are you sure?

She's always sure when she speaks.

Listen, that's... This fits. This all fits.

So, Hoover passes on the files

to a believer, Wilson, right?

And Wilson, he passes it on to his stepson

who he grooms for years.

And Durant uses his position as a doctor

to look into patients' medical records

and collect even more evidence to blackmail people with.

It's like Cooper's hit-and-run.

The operation continues and grows.

So, I should have known this.

Everything was pointing to Sanderson. It was too clean.

Durant set Sanderson up as the fall guy.

The DNA that you found, it-it's got to be Durant's.

Even if it is, he's not in the system.

So, why didn't you tell us

that your father was Desmond Wilson?

Stepfather. Why is that important?

Why? Because he passed down all the files to you.

Hoover's files and whatever else that he added.

I don't know what you're talking about.

When you were at the E.R.,

you had access to information you could use--

Cooper's hit-and-run.

There's probably others.

We're pulling the records now.

I'm sorry, what is it with you?

Are you a patriot like Hoover?

You don't believe in the system?

You think you can do better?

Are we talking politics now?

Do you even know how this system is supposed to work?

Yeah, I've read the Constitution.

He's defended it.

He's risked his life for it.

Okay. Then you know

that the Founding Fathers had a disdain for democracy.

They thought it was the equivalent of mob rule.

They believed in an educated elite,

property owners who would elect people

like themselves to run the country,

to govern the masses as they saw fit.

This country has always

been in danger of losing its footing.

Fortunately, there are still some people

who believe in the basic principles

set forth by the Founding Fathers.

They believe we have to take this country back from the rabble.

Men like Hoover and my stepfather,

those are the real patriots.

Sounds like a confession to me.

No, not at all, Agent Booth.

That was free speech.

- You tried to kill me. - And me.

Well, that's simply absurd.

To set your mind at ease,

you're welcome to investigate me.

Look at my comings and goings.

You don't even need a warrant.

You'll find nothing.

And you killed my friend.

Dr. Sweets.

I read about that.

Perhaps that's why you're being so unreasonable.

You've suffered a lot of trauma recently,

defending your idea of the Constitution.

Booth!

Stop! God.

That's okay, Dr. Brennan.

I understand his frustration.

- You're done. - We'll see.

Again, my condolences on the loss of your friend.

How can you match Durant's DNA

to the DNA you found in Cooper's marrow?

Booth's hand had a large sample of Durant's blood.

He hit him for the blood sample?

Because that was the only way to get his DNA.

Brilliant. Too bad we all couldn't take a swing at him.

Yes. I would've enjoyed that.

So Durant's been running the conspiracy,

this meek pencil pusher.

Real power has always been concentrated

in those who are hidden from the public.

People like Thomas Cromwell, Gustav Krupp...

And he's been insulated by computer networks, front men,

layers of people he probably never even met

but used to keep himself hidden.

And if we can match his DNA to the tumor in Cooper's marrow,

we can prove he's the killer.

Even if the DNA is a match for Durant,

as long as he has his blackmail files,

he can game the system and walk.

Which is why we have to find those files.

The physical files.

If we control those,

Durant is finished and this conspiracy is over.

And how do you propose to do that, cher?

With a little help from Sweets.

If Durant was so careful to insulate himself,

why would he risk killing Cooper himself?

His stepfather had just died.

He probably didn't know who he could trust yet.

Sweets always said the beginning of a criminal career starts

with too much caution or too much arrogance.

Either way, the killer leaves a clue.

Oh. The results.

Durant's DNA is a match for the DNA found in the marrow.

He did it.

Durant killed Cooper.

I'll tell Booth.

We already petitioned the judge for a release from custody.

My client will not be answering any questions.

What does he have on you?

I beg your pardon?

What does he have on you?

Who is it? What judge?

Is it because he's got a whole bunch in his back pocket there?

If you have nothing else...

We have proof he killed Howard Cooper.

During the struggle in Cooper's hospital room,

you must've scratched yourself.

when you were injecting the toxin into him,

you also injected some of your own cells by mistake.

We found your DNA inside Cooper.

It was just like a confession waiting for us.

Your boss is not gonna get an early release.

- Client. - Sure.

You know, you tried to

poison everything I love about this country.

But you're just a pathetic little man

who's gonna die in prison.

And you can't control that, and that's a promise.

I don't understand.

We can tie Durant to Cooper's murder.

- He's going to jail. - No...

Well, he's gonna blackmail his way out of jail

if we don't find his files.

Well, his files could be anywhere, Booth.

Right there.

How will Sweets' notes help?

It's not just notes, okay?

It's the way Sweets would look at things.

Uh, profile, psychology.

- Booth... - No!

We need Sweets now.

The answers are right here.

Cause and effect?

It rules physics, biology. I...

I suppose if we apply it to human behavior,

we could posit a rational resolution.

Exactly! Okay, what-what do we know?

Okay, Durant was devoted to his stepfather, right?

Yes! Who trusted him!

And Durant must've felt the weight of that burden

as all potential rulers do.

There's evidence in the Stuart Monarchy,

in the succession of Popes in the early church as well as...

Okay, listen. We don't have a lot of time. Wilson...

Wilson and Durant were true followers.

Yes. They emulated J. Edgar Hoover.

Sweets implied that, uh, their devotion was like a religion.

Yes!

Yes! It might be... There it is!

"Thou shall have no other God before me."

- Right there! - Here you go.

You should really get, like,

- a good espresso machine in here. - Aubrey!

Sorry.

So, well, if Durant saw this as a religious mission,

then wouldn't the files just be someplace

that he considered holy?

"Holy"! That's exactly what Sweets would say!

Okay, Mecca... Pir-e Sabz, Varanasi

these are all places that are revered by religious sects.

Relics and scriptures are placed there.

- So, to Durant, the files are his scriptures. - Yes.

You're saying that the-the files are still in the FBI?

No, no, no. There's no way they'd be secure here for 20 years.

It's not the institution that is holy.

It is the man. It's J. Edgar Hoover.

Hoover's office.

Wait, Hoover's office doesn't even exist anymore.

Yes, it does.

This is one of the Jeffersonian's most popular exhibits.

Everything in here is either real or an exact replica.

You were right.

It's-it's right in Hoover's office.

I mean, this might be the best day of my life.

Hide in plain sight.

He put his digital files on old punch cards and tape.

Everything was right under our noses.

This is so much more than we could've imagined.

Everyone just assumed this was fake, just props in an exhibit.

How did he get this all in here?

He blackmailed heads of state.

Blackmailing a security guard would've been a piece of cake.

Lance helped, didn't he?

We couldn't have done this without him.

Look, Durant can't use these files now.

And we'll reclassify them so no one else can, either.

No more extortion, no more blackmail.

Hey, no more shadow government.

Durant is finished.

It's really over?

Yup. It is really over.

So, I guess it's time to say good-bye.

It's really beautiful here.

This is where I told Lance he was gonna be a father.

We sat here for hours and planned our future.

Thank you for the pizza.

It was Lance's favorite food.

No problem.

He would've been so happy knowing you all were here.

Oh, he knows.

Yeah, I think we all feel that way.

I don't.

Bones?

But I do believe Sweets is still with us.

Not in a religious sense,

because the concept of God

is merely a foolish attempt to explain the unexplainable.

Bones, I don't think this is the place or the...

It-it's okay.

But in a real sense.

He's here.

Sweets is a part of us.

Our lives...

who we all are at this moment,

have been shaped by our relationships with Sweets.

Well, each of us is like a delicate equation.

And Sweets was the variable

without which we wouldn't be who we are.

I might not have married Booth.

Or had Christine.

Daisy certainly wouldn't be carrying his child.

We are all who we are because we knew Sweets.

So, I don't need a...

a God to praise him or the universe he sprang from,

because I loved him.

I used to try and explain love,

define it as the secretion of...

chemicals and hormones.

But I believe now, remembering Sweets,

seeing what he left us,

that love cannot be explained by...

science or religion.

It's beyond the mind, beyond reason.

What I do know--

loving Sweets...

...loving each other,

that's what makes life worthwhile.

Right now...

...I don't need to know more than that.

Which is embarrassing coming from an extremely intelligent,

fact-based person.

I guess it's time.

Wait a second.

One more thing.

Music, right?

Sweets had this song, remember?

He had that jam?

It was, uh...

Brother had a coconut, he bought it for a dime

His sister had another one, she paid it for a lime

Put the lime in the coconut and drank it all up

Put the lime in the coconut

And drank it all up

I said, Doctor, to relieve this belly ache

I said, Doctor, is there nothing I can take

I say, Doctor, to relieve this belly ache

Go, Sweets. There it is. I say, Doctor, to relieve this belly ache

I say, Doctor, to relieve this belly ache

She put the lime in the coconut and drank it all up

I said, Doctor, is there nothing I can take

I said, Doctor