All language subtitles for Bones S06E01 The Mastodon in the Room

One year from today,
we meet at the reflecting pool on the mall.

I know.

"Day 213. Found nothing."

Three months ago,
we found an onyx bead.

No offense, Dr. Brennan, but what we're
looking for is evidence of early man...

not jewelry that's barely 2,000 years old.

I find it interesting
that I'm only afraid of snakes...

when Booth is around to be jumped upon.

She says two insurgents five minutes ago
went to kidnap child of NATO interpreter.

We gonna allow that?

Just like we trained, boys,
a hundred times. Right?

All right.

You think you're here to talk
about brain damage in veterans.

That's because I'm here
to talk about brain damage in veterans.

All she's gonna want to talk about
is that missing child.

I have nothing to say about Logan Bartlett.

That's the problem.

I have been up all night...

going over forensic anthropology
and entomology reports.

I can't confirm the identity
of the child in my morgue.

Which is the excuse the Justice
Department will use to fire you.

I'm good at my job, Caroline.

- They're not gonna fire me.
- Five minutes to air.

Ch�rie, you are brilliant at your job...

but you do not understand politics.

What they want is for you to shut up
about brain damage in veterans.

If I can't fix this carburetor,
we're in trouble.

I think we might be in trouble anyway.

Dr. Brennan?

This is a very delicate situation.

If I were you, I'd swallow
that engagement ring right now.

Those young men are Alifuru.

An Alifuru man's worth is measured
by how many daughters he has...

not sons, which indicates
that they venerate women.

We have to show them that we're women.

Okay.

What if these are evil,
rapist Alifuru?

In that case,
when they get close enough...

you take the little one
and I'll get the other two.

Why are you in your underwear?

You said look like a woman.

Should I take off more?

Stay back. Stay back!

Put the boy down.

Put the boy down.

Don't pretend you don't understand
what I'm talking about.

You put the boy down,
or I'll shoot you now.

Thank you. Thank you.

This would not have happened
if his father was here...

where he is supposed to be...

instead of off fighting
someone else's war.

Booth.

You need to come home right away.

Kinda involved here training Afghanis.
What's the rush?

Cam's gonna lose her job
and her reputation...

if you don't do your white knight routine.

Why Cam?
She's the best coroner in town.

That's right. Now saddle up, Sir Galahad.

Get yourself back and convince
the powers that be.

Today I have with me in the studio
Dr. Camille Saroyan...

the federal medical examiner
for D.C. and the environs.

Dr. Saroyan has an exemplary record...

winning several citations along the way.

It's an honor to meet you, Dr. Saroyan.

Thank you. Glad to be here.

Ooh!

I think I did a pretty amazing job
of distracting them.

Try to start the truck, Daisy.
There could be more.

Brennan.

Ch�rie, I know you are out there looking
for the origins of humanity...

but you need to get home right now.

- Why?
- Because you left Cam all alone...

and if you don't come back,
she's gonna lose everything.

With all that success behind you...

why are you stalled
on the Logan Bartlett case?

Booth is coming. Everyone is coming.

But we need you because you
are the smartest.

That's true. I am the smartest.

Daisy, we have to get home.

Hi.

In the last eight months,
I've performed autopsies on six veterans.

Four fought in Iraq, two in Afghanistan.

All six show signs of brain damage...

consistent with
improvised explosive devices.

Dr. Saroyan, why haven't you identified...

the remains of the child
currently on your slab?

- My slab?
- Oh, that's not ethical.

They've started a search
for a new federal medical examiner.

Caroline, I'm very good at my job.

Yes, you are very good,
but that's not the issue.

They're mad at you for causing a fuss...

and they're looking
at an excuse to fire you.

That child is their excuse.

You said your entomologist
and anthropologist are no good, right?

What if I told you I got you the best...

plus a cop who will help you,
not blame you?

The best anthropologist is in Indonesia...

the best cop is in Afghanistan...

and the best entomologist is in France.

I got 'em all coming back.

How'd you do that?

Same way I'm gonna get you
a tame psychologist.

##

Talk to me.

That is no way for an adult
holding a Ph.D. in psychology...

to answer the telephone.

Ms. Julian. I'm on sabbatical.

Doing what- installing elevators?
Because I can hear the music.

Rethinking my life priorities.
What's wrong?

Booth's on his way back
from Afghanistan...

and I hear he has major
post-traumatic stress syndrome.

Enough said.
I'll get myself reactivated immediately.

So, was it dangerous in Afghanistan?

Nah. What I did
was mostly administrative.

Because you seem really
very heavily armed in this photograph.

How about you?
Any headhunters or cannibals?

- Daisy and I were attacked
by some armed guerrillas.
- Mmm.

- But I beat them up, and we got away.
- You beat up armed guerrillas?

I had to. You weren't there to save me.

Aw, Bones.

- So, did you meet anyone special?
- You mean, did I have sex with anyone?

I miss that about you.

You just cut right to the chase. Yeah.

- I was working-
- Mmm.

so there was no time
or inclination for sex or... romance.

- How about you?
- Yeah. I'll, uh, show you.

Hannah.

She's a journalist. War correspondent.

How did you meet?

I arrested her for being
in a restricted area.

- You arrested me once.
- I remember.

Where is Hannah now?

She's in Iraq.

- Is it serious between you?
- Serious as a heart attack.

Heart attacks are very serious.

Yes, they are. Very serious.

So I find that I am looking forward
to seeing everyone.

Great.

Whoa, whoa. Ho, whoa.
Bones, where you goin'?

- To the lab.
- Cam's not there anymore.

Why?

Didn't you stay in touch
with anyone while you were gone?

No. My only contact with the outside world
was a satellite phone...

and it was only for emergencies.

Good to know it wasn't just me, huh?

So this way. F.B.I.

Okay.

The reason we're here is- People?

The reason we're here-

Hello!

Cam here has decided to launch a jihad.

Wow. "Jihad."
Talk about loaded terminology.

Far, far above us on the food chain...

someone with a cold heart has decided...

that Cam must be silenced.

- I'm totally impressed.
- W-Wait. What jihad?

Brain damage in veterans.

The point is, the easiest way
to shut Cam up...

is to fire her for cause.

Tell 'em.

Three months ago, a two-year-old boy,
Logan Bartlett, disappears-

stolen in the middle of the night
from his mother's house.

Kidnapped child. The media
jumped on it big time. Blew it up huge.

- You believe this is Logan Bartlett?
- The media does.

And they're saying I'm incompetent...

because I won't confirm nor deny.

Incompetence is grounds for dismissal.

The size is right for a two-year-old.

The sternum is crushed.
That's a possible cause of death.

The bug guy says
insect activity indicates...

- that the time of death was
between six and 12 weeks ago.
- That's a useless time frame.

Yeah. The bug guy's not Hodgins.

In fact, nobody is any of you.

That didn't make sense.

So our goal here is you people
tuck in like the old days...

make Cam look competent...

so we keep us
the best federal coroner we ever had.

I had no idea you thought that.

I'm in.

First thing in the morning,
I've gotta have breakfast with Parker...

and then I'll go find
the missing kid's parents...

and see if I can get
any information off them.

- We're in.
- Absolutely.

See you in the lab tomorrow.

Thank you, guys.

I am going to need some help.

Wait. Didn't Daisy come back with you?

Daisy said that she needs some time off.

Who else is available?

Nobody.

Nobody?

Vincent Nigel-Murray
won a million dollars on Jeopardy!

took a round-the-world trip.

Mr. Vaziri switched majors
from forensic to cultural anthropology.

He's interning at the Baghdad Museum.

Fisher checked into a clinic
with a case of the hopeless vapors.

Dr. Edison took a position in Chicago.

What about Wendell?

Last I heard, working in a repair shop.
Excuse me.

What happened?
You're no longer in the Jeffersonian...

all my interns- gone.

What happened is
you put your own desires ahead
of everything else when you left.

Are you angry with me?

Yes, I am angry, Dr. Brennan.

We had a great thing going, and you just-

You let it fall apart.

##

Ahh. Look at that, huh?

- Dad?
- Yeah?

- Did you kill anybody?
- Why you asking me that?

My friends always want to know.
What should I tell them?

You tell your friends that your dad...

does his duty the best that he knows how.
All right?

Someday me and you
are gonna talk all about it.

- All right?
- When?

When you're older. When you're a man.

- You gonna go away again?
- No. Never.

- Because of me?
- Because of you.

It's the best reason ever, huh?

Drink your orange juice.
Here we go. Let's eat up, hmm?

- Wendell? Wendell Bray?
- Yeah.

Oh. It's Dr. Temperance Brennan.

Hey, welcome back.

Did you find
Homo floresiencis in Maluku?

No. Not yet. Why are you fixing a bus?

You are a highly educated
and fairly intelligent young man.

Gotta pay rent, save up for tuition.

What happened to your fellowship?

After you left, the new forensic
anthropologist wasn't based
at the Jeffersonian.

He was in New York,
so they shut down the program.

I am very, very difficult to replace.

That you are.

I would like to hire you to help me.

For how long?

For however long it takes
to identify these remains...

and then I have to get back to Maluku.

No can do.
I pulled in favors to get this job.

Gotta think long-term.

I appreciate the offer though.

How much would it take?

Because I have quite a lot of money,
and it's no use to me in Maluku.

I put Logan down at 8:00 p.m.,
after his bath.

I read him a story.

He's a good sleeper.

You have a glass or two of wine
after that, Carrie...

or did you just go straight to the vodka?

Don't do that.

Look, I've been sober for over a year.

So when did you notice
that Logan was gone?

He's usually up around 6:00.

That's when I went in,
and he was just- He was gone.

Where were you, Mr. Bartlett?

Me and Carrie split up last year.

I got custody of Logan.

Again, I'm asking you. Where
were you when your son disappeared?

I've got family in Delaware- in Dover.

Got receipts, witnesses.
Whatever you need.

Missing Persons cops- they got it all.

Trevor's angry, Agent Booth...

but he would never do anything
to harm Logan.

Thank you for that, Carrie.

Look, I'm a father. I can only imagine
what you're going through right now.

I really appreciate you coming in.

There's an agent outside
who's gonna drive you home. Okay?

- What about me?
- I have a few more questions for you.

Agent Booth, do you think
that the body in the morgue-

the one they're talking about on TV-

- Do you think-
- It's not very clear right now.

If I were you, I'd take that
as a good reason to have hope.

Right?

Wow.

These really are
the remains of a child, huh?

Yeah. And that about sums up
my total knowledge on the case.

It's a male child.

- You like living in Paris?
- Are you kidding?

It's Paris.

I get to draw the Eiffel Tower.

Not dead children's faces.

These remains were found
wrapped in a blanket...

in a shallow grave along the Potomac?

Yeah. I don't know if that's a blanket.

Um-

Looks like it might have been cut
from something larger.

Yeah, the stitching suggests that maybe
it's from some kind of garment...

like a jacket or a sleeping bag.

What does this look like to you, Wendell?

Root completion of the canines.

That, plus the fusion
of the vertebral elements.

You're suggesting that this victim
is over three years old?

- Yes.
- Despite his small size?

It's hard to be sure
in a child this young...

but the eye orbits are relatively round.

Yes. Angela is right.

About what?

The round eye orbits.
The skull is brachycephalic.

If I were reconstructing the skull...

I'd definitely be going Asian.

So it can't be Logan Bartlett.

Thanks for your cooperation.

Do me a favor, huh?

Quit wasting your time
appreciating my cooperation.

Go find my kid.

Nice man. You think he killed his son?

I don't quite get "killer" off of him.

Ho, ho. What's going on here?

- Agent Corby's moving out
so you can move back in.
- Mmm.

You aren't going back
to Afghanistan after this, are you?

Because I told Agent Corby
that you needed your office back.

- Don't you make me a liar.
- Nah. I'm not going back.

Something happened to me
back there that made me realize...

I have to be here for my son.

You almost die or something?

I should know better than to ask.

Anything else happen to you over there...

that you'd maybe like to talk about?

Little something-something?

- Ahh.
- Huh?

- I like the set of her chin.
- Right?

- Does Dr. Brennan know?
- 'Course she does.

Sort of takes the emotional pressure off,
I guess.

- Right?
- Which means there's
absolutely no reason...

for the two of you not to work together...

get the old team back together...

catch miscreants and killers and the like.

I'm staying, but I'm pretty sure
Bones is heading back
to the "Machupachooie" Islands...

or whatever they're called,
to find her missing link to humanity.

- Well, we'd all like for her to find that.
- Right? Me too.

No missing link there though, right?

- Honey, ain't nothin' missing off of her.
- Right.

You wouldn't believe
what I went through to hang on to that.

I never asked you
to give me the ring back.

When I left, you and I
weren't really precise...

on where we were as a couple.

You flushed me, Daisy.
How much more clear could it be?

Just to be clear,
in your mind, we're no longer engaged?

What?

- No.
- I thought about you every day.

Hey, get outta the way!

Okay. This is very confusing for me...

because I spent the last few months
trying to forget about you.

You found someone else
while I was away?

As a matter of fact, yeah,
I met a few women.

- And by "a few" I mean more than two.
- I was completely faithful...

but I don't blame you for seeking comfort
in the arms of others.

Blame me?

You looked me in the eye and told me
that your career would always come first.

I was emulating my mentor,
Dr. Brennan...

and she was wrong,
which means I was wrong too.

I was led astray by my brain.

Well, I need some time to think.

Then you keep the ring.

You want us to be engaged,
you just give it back.

Yes. I'm seeing Harris lines
here in the tibia.

These lines of calcified material
on the shinbone?

Signifies childhood malnutrition.

The skull shows, uh-

I forget what these lesions are called...

but they're caused
by iron deficiency, anemia-

- Porotic hypersitosis.
- Yeah.

Comes from working
on bus engines, I guess.

Well, anyone could learn
the labels, Mr. Bray...

but not everyone
would notice the condition.

Nice. What have you got?

We won't know for certain until we get
a complete histological profile...

but it's looking pretty good
that this kid is an Asian immigrant.

By "pretty good" Mr. Bray means
a better than 85% chance.

Hey. Hodgins found some bug evidence.

- Hey, Hodgins, what's up?
- Hey, brother.

Wow. What is with this scuzzy hellhole?

- And where's my office?
- You see that table over there?

That's your office. And you have to share.

Huh.

If these remains are Asian,
that might help explain his size...

and this is all adding up to the likelihood
that this is not Logan Bartlett.

It's not Logan Bartlett.

Cam's bug guy-
really not top-shelf, by the way-

says that insect activity indicates that this
kid died between six and 12 weeks ago...

but he didn't take into account
the fact that the kid was wrapped up.

The blanket retarded insect activity.

Again, it- Not a blanket.

Calliphoridae and Sarcophagidae flies
are present as adults...

and early instar larvae-

You're not interested in details.

Okay, upshot-
this child died at least 16 weeks ago...

long before Logan Bartlett went missing.

I think we're all agreed
that this is not the missing child.

Well, maybe not the famous one,
but this is somebody's missing child.

So you are positively,
abso-tively certain...

that it isn't Logan Bartlett.

- "Abso-tively"? That's not a word.
- Yes. We are certain.

So you people come back
from the far-flung corners of the earth...

out past the outer suburbs of Timbuktu...

and you solve the case in a shake?

What's a shake?

- Three jiffies and a cha-cha.
- Cha-cha-cha.

We didn't actually solve the case.

All we've done is ascertain that the
remains are not those of Logan Bartlett.

We still have to figure out
whose remains are in Cam's lab
and what happened to him.

You are so right, Dr. Brennan.
How could I have taken my eye
off the ball like that?

Blood flow is crucial
to cognitive dexterity.

Perhaps you don't get enough exercise.

We figure this out,
Cam has a chance to keep her job, right?

That's what you came back for, isn't it-
help out Cam?

Abso-tively.

Look, nothing against Carrie,
but you got to admit...

I mean, it was just a bad decision.

Something was bound to happen.

- Sweets.
- And I'll tell you something else-

Why you lookin' at that?

This guy looks you in the eye.

His expressions reach his entire face,
not just his mouth.

He's speaking in contractions
instead of formally.

- He was telling the truth?
- Yes. Look. See?

He expands himself outwardly
in this communication.

A liar doesn't do that. A liar pulls in.

Not only is this guy telling the truth,
he's relaying facts.

Forget about this guy. Okay?

This is a Missing Persons case right now.
It's out of my hands.

What's important right now is
we're working on a homicide.

What do we have on that?

The remains were wrapped,
which suggests a sense of ceremony...

a loving burial or,
equally possible, shame.

Which makes sense 'cause the child's
hands and feet were bound with twine.

- Sex crime.
- Hard not to go there.

Thanks.

Yeah. Hey, uh, Booth...

can I ask you a personal question?

Oh, that depends. About you or me?

- Me.
- Shoot.

Okay. Daisy just wants
to pick up where we left off...

- and I don't know whether to-
- Move on.

- Yeah? Like you did?
- You know what?

You asked my opinion, right?
I'm gonna give it to you.

You listening?

Give yourself a chance to be happy.
Move on.

- And that worked for you?
- Yeah. It did. It did.

If you don't mind me asking, Dr. B.,
why do you keep staring at the X-ray?

Because I'm suffering
the nagging certainty...

that my eyes are seeing something
which my brain refuses to process.

Isn't your brain supposed
to be the smart one?

Hey, Ange, you want somethin' to eat?

I do, yes, but I want it in Paris.

- Are her eyeballs
and brainpan arguing again?
- Yeah. Clash of the Titans.

Got it. There's nearly
imperceptible damage to the hyoid.

The little boy got strangled.

No, it's not cracked or crushed.

It's more like there's
a hole or a puncture.

I'll check it out on the actual bone.

Sweetie?

Sweetie, can I get
some attention over here?

Yeah, uh- Yes. It's very good to see you.

Because you are my best friend
and I love you like a sister-

uh, I assume, not having an actual sister
to use as a control.

Right. Yes. Yes, I know.

So, um, what is the deal with Booth?

Is it weird seeing him again?

Not at all weird. Very nice.

Are there any old surges of feelings?
Anything like that?

Booth fell in love in Afghanistan.

Oh. Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry.

Why? Are you in love with Booth?

A little bit, but that's not what I mean.

Don't tell me that you're happy
about him finding somebody else.

I'm very pleased for him.

A committed, romantic dyad...

is exactly the kind of relationship
Booth seems to require to be happy.

Did you think about Booth at all
when you were away?

Yes, I did.

A few times,
I actually dreamed about him.

- Oh, well, there you go.
Dreams are very meaningful.
- I dreamed about the work we do.

I dreamed about catching murderers...

and getting justice
for people who were killed.

- What does that mean?
- It means you're going
to die loveless and alone.

I don't follow your reasoning.

Sweetie, can you ask me
how I am, please?

I already know how you are.

You love living in Paris, and you
don't miss murderers and violence.

What I did miss is my period.

I hope you're hugging me because
you're excited about being an aunt.

No, I'd have to be your sister to do that.

Oh. Which I am, metaphorically.

Yes, you better be,
because I haven't even told Hodgins yet.

Anthropologically speaking,
women often confide in other women...

before broaching sensitive subjects
with their mates.

Okay.

Dr. Brennan was right. I found
a very small puncture in the boy's hyoid.

A puncture? Like he was stabbed?

That's what I thought,
so I took a close look, and I found-

- Cellulose?
- Wood.

My best estimate is hardwood-

maple, alder or ash.

I don't believe a stabbing
would cause this kind of damage.

How else would a sharp piece
of wood come into contact with the hyoid?

Maybe a toothpick.

Combined with concomitant
damage to the sternum...

I propose the following scenario.

A child swallows something,
perhaps a toothpick.

He chokes. He stops breathing.

Someone tries to save him.

The damage to the sternum
was from the Heimlich maneuver.

What about him being tied up like this?

Yeah, that mostly looks bad.

There are cultures
where the binding of hands and feet...

is part of the burial ritual-

ancient Jews, some Asian cultures,
including the subcontinent.

Angie says the boy was Asian.

So we're not looking at a murder?

We're looking at negligence
or maybe even an accident?

Logically, I'd say yes.

- Korea.
- Korea?

The boy was wrapped in a kind
of polyester fabric...

which is not legal in the United States-
it's flammable-

but it is very common in North Korea.

Mostly in outerwear.

That would explain the malnutrition.

North Korea's not famous for its cuisine.

North Koreans aren't allowed
to leave their country.

A few lucky ones escape...

mainly to rejoin
their families in South Korea.

There's something else.

The twine there that's binding
the boy's hands and feet-

it's a very heavy
industrial embroidery thread.

Sleeping bags?

Yes. Uh, also casket linings,
moving blankets, horse blankets.

So, we're looking for an industrial sewing
operation with a Korean connection.

That is one sweatshop- an upholsterer
and an awning manufacturer.

- Okay, what's next?
- Ipchun Industries.

Ipchun.

- I find this reassuring.
- What?

Us sitting like this.

Going to check out
a possible crime scene.

You refusing to wear your seat belt.

Hey, going gets rough,
I'm not wasting valuable time...

- looking to release a seat belt catch.
- Man of action.

That's right. Like a jungle cat.

No, you should say like a flea
when referring to lightning-fast reflexes.

- I'm not gonna say I'm like a flea.
- It's more accurate.

Listen, Bones, we gotta talk about this.

The way my use of accurate similes
makes you uncomfortable?

No. Are we gonna put the old team
back together again?

- I dreamed about this.
- You did?

Oh. Oh, you mean you literally
dreamt about it. Right.

So you're open to the idea?

It's an anthropological fact
that in any community of individuals...

there is a linchpin
or keystone personality.

- Uh, the leader, you mean?
- Mmm, not usually.

Mostly, it's just a member of the group...

who otherwise might seem invisible...

- but when she leaves,
the group disintegrates.
- "She"?

Yes. I am obviously
the linchpin personality in our group.

But I left too.

Well, after I decided to leave.

No. You left after-

All right, the question is, are you back?

Well, I'd rather go back to Maluku...

but I feel, as the linchpin personality...

that I should put my own selfish desires
behind the good of this group.

Great. So you're staying?

- Yes.
- Great. There you go.

All you have to do is get
Hodgins and Angela on board...

talk to the Jeffersonian
into giving us our lab back...

and then track down all your "squinterns."

That's a long list
of very difficult tasks.

Well, it's not easy
being the linchpin, now, is it?

That's true.

Did you make a decision about the ring?

Daisy, when Dr. Brennan goes back
to Maluku, are you going with her?

- Definitely not.
- Really?

I don't like snakes
or being away from people.

Lance, please don't keep me hanging.

Are we together or not?

Well, we're not engaged.

- So you're keeping the ring?
- I'm keeping the ring.

- Would you like to still be friends?
- Yes.

Well, that doesn't work for me.

I'm sorry, but I'm just not
the same guy I was...

when you left me holding
my crushed heart in my hands.

I know. You wear hats now...

and a cute little beard.

So I guess this is good-bye then.

Well, you'll always be my Lancelot.

You'll always be the one that got away...

after I threw
"the one that got away" back.

But perhaps the sequence
of events isn't all that important.

It is to me.

- Bye, Daisy.
- Bye, Lance.

My parents emigrated from South Korea
at the end of the Korean War...

but I'm an American citizen.

Do you employ anyone from North Korea?

Yes. An old friend of my father's
and his granddaughter...

escaped to South Korea,
so we sponsored them.

We cleared out
a small apartment for them.

- They work for you here?
- Yes. The, uh-

The old man does minor carpentry
and repairs...

and the granddaughter is right there.

Does she have a child
around three years old?

Yes, she did, but she decided to send
him back to his father in South Korea.

I gotta tell ya, I think she regrets that.

And both of them
are really screwed up about it.

You know why I'm here?

I not speak very good English.

Oh, you're doing
a really, really good job.

Uh, pleased to meet you, sir.

You understand, though, why I'm here?

Mr. Park says that you have a child.

Three years old?

Where is he?

Myun Dae- Is that your boy's name?
Myun Dae?

I send Myun Dae back to Korea.

Booth?

Look, we know what happened.

Myun Dae choked on a wooden screw.

We know it was an accident,
that you tried to save him.

But he died.

You wrapped him up in a blanket
that you made from your jacket...

and you buried him
with as much love as you could.

They were so afraid of the authorities...

that they buried the child themselves?

Well, the States-
they seem like heaven to them.

I mean, they probably thought
they were gonna be executed...

or even worse,
sent back to North Korea.

What will happen to them?

You know, knowing Caroline,
she probably won't even charge 'em.

Caroline's a nice person...

underneath the whole,
you know, "not nice" thing.

I'm afraid I have to agree. She got
everybody back here to save my job.

Why do we only solve crimes
when we have a dead body?

Seriously?

Because I'm a pathologist...

and she's a forensic anthropologist.

Fresh dead, long-time dead.

- I was thinking about Logan Bartlett.
- The missing boy?

Yeah. I checked out the Missing Persons
investigation into the father...

and the dad buys a car
three days after his son disappeared.

What kinda father does that?

Mrs. Bartlett, you know
that this is a long shot, right?

You told me to have hope.

This is me hoping.

If it's such a long shot,
then why did we bring her?

This is the only park near
where Trevor's brother lives.

Logan loved it.

Just don't get your hopes
up too much, all right?

- Oh, I believe
she should get her hopes up.
- Bones, why?

Mrs. Bartlett, please stay in the car.

That's Logan.
Trevor died his hair, but that's Logan.

- You just have to trust me, okay?
- Logan's not dead.

- Shh.
- I thought he was dead. Oh, my God!

- Now just trust me.
- The man is ignoring his child.

Why would he do that
if he loves him so much?

He doesn't love him.
He kidnapped him to hurt his wife.

I find I would like to strike him.

Let's hope he runs,
and I'll take him down like a flea.

All right? So when I get
between Logan and the dad...

you make sure that you get Mrs. Bartlett
to the child, all right?

Logan. Hi.

Hi. How are you?

I have found someone. Look.

I missed you. I missed you.

Baby!

Oh, you wanna stay, here, in D. C?

I think it would be good
if we had the baby here in the States.

"The baby." Our baby.

It still sounds so weird.

We're gonna have a baby.

We're gonna stay in the States
to have our baby.

Yeah, and all that wine in France
is now totally wasted on me.

Tea, please.

- Why did you suddenly get quiet?
- Oh, because I am so happy.

- Okay. So you don't mind then?
- Are you kidding?

This is the greatest news
I've ever gotten.

No. No, I mean about-
about staying in the States.

Mind?

Angie, I only love Paris
because you love Paris...

but catching bad guys-
that's what I'm made for.

You're not doing this for me?

You mean the way you went
to Paris for me?

No, I'm- I'm doin' it for the baby.

The baby.

We're gonna have a baby.

I'm gonna be a dad.

You know what else
I've been realizing, too...

is that we are actually the glue that holds
the whole clattery operation together.

A baby.

I'm gonna be a daddy.

Okay.

All right, we'll finish this conversation
when you have your brain back.

I think that we should also-

I think we should
just keep it between us...

until past the first trimester.

Okay?

If you cry- Don't cry.

If you cry, then I'm gonna start crying...

and then I-

The whole Scooby gang's coming back.

That's right. We are back.

That's how it should be.

You got somethin' magic, you don't
scatter it to the ends of the earth.

You concentrate it in one place.

There isn't a single normal
law enforcement officer...

who could work with these people.

I'm the linchpin. Okay? I'm the linchpin.

Booth.

- What are you staring at?
- It's you.

- What's me?
- You're the linchpin.

You managed to get us all back here...

and then you fixed it so we'd stay.

I have no idea what you're talkin' about,
Dr. Brennan.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I find I'd like to hug you.

Cam's back at the Jeffersonian.

Uh, why are you staring
at Bones like that?

I prefer you don't leave us alone together.

Why? What'd you do?

I think we should thank Dr. Brennan...

for insisting that the Jeffersonian...

re-form our forensic unit on the premises.

And we should recognize
that Booth's return to duty at the F.B. I...

means that we can work with him again.

So how come I'm not the linchpin?
I'm the linchpin.

I would like to say thanks personally
to all of you...

- for dropping everything you were doing.
- Fighting wars.

- Searching for the origins of humanity.
- And totally failing.

Making beautiful music for shoppers.

You are all my true friends,
and I won't forget it.

But let there be no mistake-
I am the boss, and I am in charge.

Oh! That's really gonna get in the way.

Totally not my problem.

- Uh, I have an announcement to make.
- Oh, yeah. Yes.

- Yes, he does.
- Yeah.

Um, we're- We're gonna go home, so-

- Okay?
- No.

- I'm going for drinks.
- I'm with you.

Oh, can Sweets and I come? I mean,
not together. Just at the same time.

- 'Cause, we're not together
anymore, right?
- Right.

I won't sit next to you. I promise.

Did you see how happy Hodgins was
to be back at work?

I am definitely doing the right thing.

I think there's a little more
going on there, Bones.

Wow.

Okay, that thing is really big.

It's a lot to work around.

Well, we've worked around bigger.

Metaphorically speaking.

Metaphorically.

Welcome home, Bones.

Thank you. Welcome home, Booth.

What's that mean?

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