All language subtitles for Bones S08E12 The Corpse on the Canopy

Previously on Bones:

I'm not a criminal,
I'm a hacktivist.

Christopher Pelant,

socially marginalized,

I.Q. off the charts...

This will show that
I never left my house.

He made a cipher
out of spine.

And he wrote malware on bone.

I think he can get around
an ankle monitor.

He's not a hacker anymore.

Now he's a murderer.

As far as any government
agency is concerned,

Pelant is clean, Seeley.

I know this man.
Pelant killed my friend.

He's framing you.

The evidence is piling up
against Brennan.

You gotta make
a run for it, honey.

He thinks he's
smarter than us.

That big brain of yours

isn't much help now, hmm?

If we can just figure out
how he put her

in the security footage,
we can clear her.

You got him.
Christopher Pelant,

you are under arrest.

Even a genius can make
a few mistakes.

What did you mean when
you said Pelant is not Pelant?

That man is Basam Alfayat.

You're saying that
he wiped out his identity

and created a new one?

That's right.

Pelant isn't Pelant anymore.

We can't touch him.

Ange...

Angie.

Michael, Michael-- Vincent!

Oh, God...

Come here, baby.
Come here.

Come here, come here.

Angel said they
were drugged.

How?

Gas. Hodgins
found a hole

in the vent to
their bedroom.

What else did
they tell you?

To get Christine
somewhere safe.

Well, your father's...

he-he's not gonna let her
out of his sight, all right?

Angel was scared.

I've never heard her
like this before.

She says that
we're the only ones

she trusts with this.

Trusts with what?

She thinks Pelant
is back.

The skin was almost
completely removed.

As was the mandible,
the internal

and sexual organs...

The superior lateral corner
of the eye orbits

indicates the victim
was male.

Was it Pelant?

Come on-- who else would
cut someone up like this?

The technique used on these
tissue incisions

could help determine that.

Cam would be the
one to assess it.

Assess what?

Look at it-- it's Pelant.

I'm not saying it isn't.

We need proof.

Here, here--
he left these petals

in Michael's crib.

They're from Egypt.
Crocus Sativus.

The Egyptians
revered the crocus

as a symbol of the
rebirth of the sun.

Yeah, and last we knew,
Pelant was in Egypt.

Flaying and flowers...

Okay, that settles it;
it's Pelant.

Pelant is back
from Egypt.

The real question is why.

I almost killed him
a few months ago.

He's trying to
get back at me.

Well, that definitely
factors into it,

but with Pelant,
there's always something more.

We can't keep
Cam out of this.

We have to examine
this cadaver in the lab.

Call the Bureau
and get a tech team out here.

Wait, no, no-- no, no teams.

No one can know
about this but us.

That's not how I work.

The game
has changed, Booth.

Pelant is targeting us,
directly.

We have to hit him back now,

before one of us is dead.

Pelant touched our son.

Isn't there a way to
just get rid of him?

Morally, I have no problem
with killing a killer,

but Booth is the only
one of us who has

the skills and the
training to do it.

The burden would
fall on him.

The decision
needs to be his.

How many kills do you have?

My kills were battlefield
decisions, all right?

They were green-lit from above.

There is a chain of command.

Did any deserve to die
more than Pelant?

We stay in the system.

In lockdown,
but in the system.

That's final.

Are we good?

Yeah, we're good.

All right, I'm going to
call a tech team now.

I'll call Cam.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

♪ Bones 8x12 ♪
The Corpse on the Canopy
Original Air Date on January 21, 2013

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method
== sync, corrected by elderman ==

It's an EFT shield.

Military-grade,
counter-surveillance.

Same idea
as a tin foil hat.

That is a lot of
highly-trained squintspertise

you are sending on government-
paid vacation.

The investigation is
need-to-know only.

All calls are on burner cells;

no computers.

I've got as much blood
as you've got tests.

Potentiometer assay,
gamma count,

Don't leave anything out.

Okay, ooh,
there is a needle

in your radial artery,
Dr. Hodgins.

Try not to bounce
around so much.

You are running
a gamma count, aren't you?

If the hematology warrants it.

Gamma count gives us
the GGT levels, okay?

Those puppies
bark loud enough,

we're gonna know Pelant
used Phenobarbital

to knock me
and Angela out.

Now, if we can I.D. the gas,
we may be able

to narrow it down
to the supplier.

And that's gonna get us
one step closer to Pelant.

Well, that is how a forensic
investigation works.

Yeah, just trying to help.

Don't you have flower
petals to examine?

Hey, if I'm in your way,
just say so.

Petals. Go.

I just don't understand

how someone can do this
to another human being.

Oh, you'd have to
have a strong knowledge

of anatomy, a well-balanced
cutting implement being.

that really holds its edge;

a floor drain would
be helpful.

That clears it up.
Thank you.

What do we have?

Victim is male,
185.4 centimeters tall,

56.7 kilograms,

without skin, bodily fluids,
mandible, or viscera.

So, that puts his
original weight at 210,

give or take a mandible or two.

The wear
to the maxillary teeth

suggests late 30s.

The width of the
fourth sternal rib

indicates Caucasian ancestry.

Lack of putrefaction
suggests he's been dead

less than 24 hours,

so Missing Persons
won't have anything yet.

Pelant is sending us a message.

There has to be
some logic to these cuts.

The selective flaying,
the missing mandible,

I'm just... not seeing it.

What about the X rays?

There were some small
lesions to the scapula.

And some fragments
embedded in the muscle

near the victim's pelvis.

Yeah, it looks
like the iliacus.

What are those?

I'm not sure,
but muscle remodeling

indicates they've been
in there over a year.

Okay, I'll get these
to Dr. Hodgins.

Cam is treating this like
it's just any other case.

No, she's just
being professional.

Brennan, Pelant was holding
Michael in his arms.

When... when I was on
the road with Christine,

I was scared.

Yeah, of course you were.

You were alone.

No, you don't understand.

I've been alone most of my life.

I've never been scared.

This... this was different.

How did you get through it?

I've met victims of war crimes
in Central America,

Africa, Southeast Asia,
they've gone through

a lot more than us.

They manage to keep going
by finding something

to focus on;
a clear achievable goal

that gets them
through the day.

I could use one of those.

You got one for me?

Stopping Pelant.

Christopher Pelant,
born in 1986, in Denmark,

raised in United States until
he wipes out that identity

and becomes Egyptian
National Basam Alfayat.

Right-- now, all
records of Alfayat

have now vanished, too.

So we have no idea
who we are looking for.

First victim
was Carol Morissey.

Pelant's high school
guidance counselor.

She was going to write him
a bad recommendation

to Stanford, so he killed her.

It was utilitarian.

He disposed of the body...
...and got into Stanford.

Word is, that's what
it takes these days.

Next, is was Inger Johannsen
and Ezra Krane.

Now, here we see
concurrent patterns.

Pelant had no personal
connection to Inger,

and a minimal
one to Krane.

He opportunistically
used their bodies

to tell the story.

Then we have
good old Ethan Sawyer,

who Pelant immobilized,

so he could be eaten by wolves.

I'll say this for
the evil little troll:

he always manages
to top himself.

So, what's he up to
with his latest?

Does Flynn
know about this?

He's an FBI agent,
he figures things out.

Hey.

What's going on?

FBI work.

Does this FBI work have anything
to do with Pelant?

Pelant-- he doesn't exist.

No, we're looking
at a killing done

by an individual who manifests

a malignant antisocial
personality disorder.

It helps to pull up old cases
to compare, that's all.

Thank you for the insight.

I run the major crimes here,

and I'm investigating
one, so...

I'd hate to have to drop

a report on the H.E.'s desk

that you were
getting in the way.

That sort of
politics appalls me.

Fine.

Seeley, run your investigation.

It's just that,
if I were you,

I'd want all the help
that I could get.

But I'm not you.

I did some reconstructions.
Wow, three sets.

Yeah, since there's no mandible,

there's just an element
of uncertainty here.

These lesions on the scapula

are most likely
the remnants of a case

- of cutaneous leishmaniasis.
- Well,

that's not a
domestic disease.

But I've seen
it on soldiers.

The troops in Iraq get
it from sand flea bites.

Oh, well, that
makes sense.

Hodgins thinks
the metal fragments

you gave him are shrapnel.

He's doing
a compositional analysis

to determine the source.

Stress fractures
to the victim's metatarsals

were consistent
with parachute jumping, and...

there are osteophytes present

in the intercondylar fossa
of the femur,

which comes from
nitrogen buildup in the blood.

Which could mean he did
a significant amount of diving.

Diving, parachute training,
and shrapnel wound.

Sounds like our victim
was Special Forces.

I hear the lab thinks
your victim was Special Forces.

Okay, why do you want
any part of this?

This is nothing but a
headache for you, right?

Whatever. That's the job, right?

I'm offering my help.

But if you don't want it...

That doesn't leave the Pentagon.

How did you get
these records?

Called in a favor.

It must have
been some favor.

The guy you're looking for
served in Iraq,

built up major dive hours,
and managed to get wounded

by an RPG in Central Africa.

Well, if he pulled an
assignment in Africa,

that would be
off the record.

Exactly.

That's why we've never
seen these.

You still want me off this one?

Ah, it's too late for that.

I just heard from Leah Kressin.

She is the best

hematologist I know,
top expert in her field.

I completely trust
her work, and...

she couldn't I.D. the gas
that Pelant used. I'm sorry.

But you're not giving up
on this, right?

Well... I don't know
what else to do.

There's no residue
in your blood,

there's no residue
on the victim.

The tech team went over
every inch of your place.

Well, then they
go over it again.

I mean, every millimeter.

Someone missed something.

Given the time and
resources we have,

I have to go with what has
the highest probability of...

If it's about resources,
just tell me how much

you need me to give you.

Money isn't the issue.
Please.

Money is always the issue.

It's a good thing that I'm rich.

Half the funding
for the Jeffersonian

comes from the Cantilever Group.

We have to stay focused
on what's important.

He was in my bedroom.

He threatened
my wife, my child.

Nothing is more important
than that.

Xavier Freeman--
did five tours

as a SEAL, mustered out in 2008.

Nothing on him since.
Well, not many SEALs

worked both Central Africa
and Iraq, you know.

He's the only hit
Flynn and I could find.

No job, no surviving family.

Then I guess we won't
have to notify anyone.

New furniture.

Hardly any food in the fridge.

No movies, music, books.

Looks like he's got
a family, after all.

I saw this exact same photo in
an apartment I almost rented.

Yeah.

See, stagers cut these out
of magazines

to prep open houses.
Freeman didn't

want to form any attachments.

He was ready
to leave at any time.

There's a lot
of hotel receipts here from

Cairo, Dubai...

Wait, wait...

Look at this. He...

left his gun locker open.

No, he didn't.
A SEAL would never do that.

Pelant wanted us
to find this open.

These are all
proprietary weapons.

I've seen some of these weapons
in Iraq, but our boys,

they never got
this kind of stuff.

Who does?
The ones who kill for money,

that's who.

Yeah.

It's Booth. Listen,
our man Freeman,

he was working for Serberus.

You know what we're in for?

Yeah.
What's Serberus?

It's the world's biggest
provider of mercenaries.

Not only do they supply
the arms, but...

they supply the men
who use them.

So Pelant killed a highly-trained
professional soldier.

A target like that

is a huge risk, even for him.

He's escalating.

Yeah, but the question is why.

I ran a tox screen--
no poisons,

but I found highly elevated
levels of adrenocorticosteroids.

Have you found any signs
of... torture?

Look at these
antemortem striations

on the fourth and fifth
cervical vertebrae.

- They were made by needles.
- That would have pierced

the nerve ganglions
on either side of the vertebrae.

The pain would be intense,
but it-it wouldn't kill him.

Not in one session, but
this could've gone on for days.

The body would continue
to pump out adrenaline,

stressing his heart

until he suffered
a lethal bradyarrhythmia.

He literally died from pain.

Xavier Freeman

was tortured and killed
by a man we're tracking.

So we'd like Freeman's records.

Every operation
that he's had access to.

I'm sorry, gentlemen.

It's company policy to maintain

the confidentiality
of our operatives.

This is your company.
I mean, you can change

that policy with one phone call.

That's not going to happen.

I don't think
you understand

Mr. Molnor-- our target's

killed five people already.

He's on the hunt.
I think I understand

very well-- you had
five shots at this guy,

and you missed every time.
Now you want my help.

If he's the one

who killed our man,
we'll find out.

By ourselves.

Hey.

Got a minute?
For what, Sweets?

You've been through a lot.
Thought you might want to talk.

I mean, you suffered
a major trauma.

Okay, I get it, I get it--
"trauma," "stress"--

these are just buzzwords
because you think

that I'm not up to my job.

Listen, you've got
to calm down, okay?

Let the team do its job.

Look, I know you think

that because you choked Pelant
you brought all this down

on your family...
Okay, thank you for stopping by.

This isn't you, Hodgins,
all right?

Y-You need some perspective.

Just... take a breath.

Take a breath.

Take a breath.

Take a breath.

Hodgins...?

- What?
- I'm sorry

to tell you this,
but there's nothing

in the Justice's guidelines
on searches, seizures,

and practical jokes that will
get you back into Serberus

with a warrant if you can't tell
me what you're looking for.

We can't tell you what we're looking
for until we go back there and find it.

You have no idea
what Freeman was working on?

No, none.

Come on, Caroline.
It's just a piece of paper.

You think I can just foxtrot
into a judge's chambers

with my winning smile
and girlish figure

and get whatever I want?
I appreciate the compliment,

cherie, but it doesn't
work that way.

You know what?
You don't want to help? Fine.

You can just foxtrot
out of here.

Slow your roll,
Seeley Booth.

Pelant screwed me over, too.
I want him as badly as you do.

So you come back
with something I can

work with and I will get you
that warrant.

Dr. Sweets.

What is it?

I just spoke with Dr. Hodgins,

and I'm concerned about him.
You need to check with me

in advance before you
assess any of my people.

That wasn't my intention, okay?
He's a friend,

he suffered a shock.

And yet you feel compelled
to see me about it.

He's obsessive.

He's manic, he's not evincing
good judgment.

I don't think
it's healthy for Hodgins

or this investigation for him
to be working right now.

You should just...
send him home.

Let him get some rest.

I'm not gonna do that.

Why?

Because Pelant is afraid
of Jack Hodgins.

That's why he put
the body in his house.

He wants him off the case.

What are you doing?

Snorting lidocaine.
Why?

Suppresses the
gag reflex.

I need to biopsy my lung.

Oh, no, no, no.
No, you don't.

No-Nobody biopsies
their own lung.

There is a chance that some
of the gas Pelant used on us

is still in the tissue.

Then let Cam do it.
I mean, she's an MD.

I don't think she trusts my
professional opinion right now.

Besides, it's-it's,
it's painful,

there's a risk of complications,
and there's only

this slim chance
that it's even gonna work.

But there is actually...
a chance?

Maybe.

The odds aren't good.

Let's double them.

Biopsy my lung, too.

Booth.

Guess again, Dr. Brennan.

What do you want?

I want to register
my disappointment with you.

I left you a masterpiece
of a body, and you still

haven't read it properly.

Then why don't you just
tell me what it means?

I already have--
you just don't get it yet.

Which surprises me, frankly.

I mean, yeah, maybe it's true
what they say about motherhood.

What are you talking about?

That it makes you dumber.

You didn't just call
to insult me.

Tell me what you want.

I'm not telling you anything,
Temperance.

But... as a goodwill gesture,

one neurological freak
to another,

I'll give you a hint.

What's the hint?

You'll know soon enough.

No time for a trace.

What did he say?

That he sent me something.

A clue.

Oh, gah...!

The finger was mailed
to the Jeffersonian, and Pelant

knew how to reach me
on my burner cell.

How?

I don't know, but he knows
I haven't figured out

his code on the victim's
remains yet.

That's not good.
He's unscrambled our signal.

Is that human?

It'll take me some time
to do a proper analysis.

Right, well, I'm staying
right here with you.

You don't need
to protect me, Booth.

Pelant doesn't want to kill me,
at least for now.

If that's supposed to make me
feel better, it doesn't.

Just go. I'll be fine.

All right.

You need me, just call.

You okay?

Yeah. Fine.

Ah, nothing beats old-school
technology.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

What is that?
It's an Enigma machine.

The Germans used them to send
coded messages in World War II.

This one was my grandfather's.
There's only one other,

and I just had it sent to Booth.

From now on, any important
information we have

for the FBI goes over it.

Okay, uh, Booth said
that we could set up

a proprietary landline.
No, no, no.

Ph-Phones run
on the power supply.

Pelant could've sent a...
a worm in through the grid.

Honey, that is not possible.
Of course it's possible.

I can't believe that
you're questioning that.

Wait a minute. I just let you
cut out a piece of my lung.

Every breath that
I'm taking feels

like I swallowed an ice pick.

I'm sorry,
I shouldn't have said that.

It's okay.
I-I get it, I get it.

Mass spec's warmed up.

Did you get anything?

Carbon dioxide,
nitrogen, oxygen,

nitrous oxide...

a few stray molecules
of C4, H3, F7, O1.

Okay, what-what does that mean?

Sevoflurane-- it's
an anesthetic gas.

It's the one that Pelant used
to knock us out.

I bet he figured
we could never trace it.

Oh, this is our one advantage.

Thank God I am
a pack rat.

There are two suppliers
who are licensed to sell

the amount of sevo Pelant
used to fill our bedroom.

Okay. So?
They're both divisions of Cantilever.

I own them.

I'm gonna take care
of this one myself.

Taxonav puts it
at primate to start,

but the knuckles indicate
the suborder is simian.

The finger belongs
to a monkey or an ape.

Nail is flat, indicates
the family Cercopithecidae,

which limits
the geographic range

to Northern Africa.
The hair follicles

indicate genus macaque.
Relation of

the proximal to the
distal phalanges

indicates... Macaca Sylvanus.

Commonly known as
a Barbary ape.

Well, and it's an index finger.

That's got to have
some significance.

Pelant said that
he left me a "masterpiece."

The Roman anatomist Galen

dissected Barbary apes
as his models

for how the human
body works.

His work was widely accepted

until the 16th century,

when Vesalius,

the father of modern anatomy,

proved that Galen had made
some significant errors.

We have to show Angela.

That finger

was pointing us
to Vesalius.

Okay, so this is
the best I could do

without my usual tools.

I'm impressed.

This is the body

from above our bed.
Now, I went through

all of Vesalius's
illustrations

and found the one

that most closely
resembles...

plate 34-- De Humani
Corporis Fabrica.

Both corpses are
flayed, eviscerated,

missing mandibles.
But the bodies are

positioned
so differently,

it's difficult
to make a comparison.

Well, Vesalius looped a rope
around the back of the cranium

and up through
the orbital cavity

to pull the body up
to a standing position.

So I did the same
with the photo.

They're almost
an identical match.

But what does it mean?

I don't know what he's
trying to tell us, but...

I'm pretty sure
the guy's enjoying this.

I'm not seeing
what you're seeing.

Pelant's been
deliberately macabre before.

But this is artistic.

You know, there's
ego gratification here.

He's building to something.

Something's burning.

What the hell is that?

It's an Enigma machine--
Hodgins sent it over.

Why?
Why? Because it's Hodgins.

It looks like
it's actually working.

What does it say?
"Traced Pelant's gas supplier,

"Bertand Chemical.

Has new alias. Justin Trimple."

What kind of name is that?

Pelant always has
to be singular,

even with his
fake identities.

I'll run it
through the database.

It's got to be a paper search,

no computers.
Come on.

We don't have a choice.

If we run it, Pelant will know.

Fine. There's
another way we can find him.

Pelant won't see it coming.

Flynn says that
we should spam Pelant?

You know, that's so low-tech,
it might actually work.

How?

Permission to use?
No.

Listen, Pelant might flag
a search for the name,

but if we blast him with spam,
it could distract him

just long enough for us
to run a check on Trimple

before Pelant can suspect
that we're in.

Angela thinks it'll work.

Okay.

Okay.

And the neat thing is,
some helpful Nigerian

has already written
all the spam for us.

Why won't Pelant know
you're sending it?

I'll route it
through a proxy chain

and send it to every
possible Justin Trimple.

Excuse me for one minute.

He blocked us.

Oh, that's bad.

No. It's good.

Tell Booth I know
what server he's using.

The lab traced
Justin Trimple

to the in-house
server at Serberus.

That's Pelant, right?
He's there right now?

Yes. When he killed Freeman
he took his security chip.

That's what got him access.

What do you have to tie him
to Freeman's murder?

The start of the chain, okay?
Hodgins has got a eyewitness

who sold him massive amounts
of sevoflurane gas.

That's the stuff he used
to knock 'em out.

You trust Hodgins with this?

Yes.

Listen to me.
We may not catch

another break here--
we need to go in there

with a tac team
and take him now.

Look, I need that warrant.

You want to take on
a private army

with an FBI tac squad?

Yeah.
Yes.

You come up empty,

and I will not be there
to cover your sorry asses

on account of I'll be too busy
covering my own, understood?

I'll take that chance.

Great.

Okay, then.

Suit up.

Right. So, how we doing?

We've got Gatlings
at each entry and exit.

6,000 rounds per minute.

They're hidden
behind grates.

First order
of business,

we get him offline,
and make sure

we get every man
past the kill zone.

What are you doing here?
I want to go in with you.

No.

I can help you in there;
I understand Pelant.

You're staying outside.
Doesn't make any sense.

It makes complete sense,
because if I

go in there
and I don't make it out,

you're the only one
who understands Pelant,

how he ticks.
You're gonna have to be the one

that follows through
with all this-- I need to know

you'll be there for me
if that happens.

Okay.

Okay, I'll be here.

Right. Over here.

Freeman's corpse is not
a perfect copy of the Vesalius.

Pelant made some errors.

What kind
of errors?

The cuts.

Some of them are identical,

- but others don't correspond.
- If those

aren't errors,
but purposeful anomalies,

then the deviation
between the two

would be his code.

Clear the lobby!
Everybody move!

Lock down every exit,
get those Gatlings offline.

Roger that.

Sweep every room
from the ground up.

Over here.

Move! Move! Let's go!

FBI. Weapons on the ground.

Guys... seriously?

Stand down.

Pelant excised pieces
of several muscles

from Freeman's corpse

that are intact
in the Vesalius.

Teres major, middle scalene,

rhomboid major,
brachioradialis,

omohyoid,

iliocostalis lumborum.

Can you magnify
the Vesalius?

He labeled each muscle

with a different letter.

Those letters match up perfectly

with the holes.

M-E-L-

Y-C-U.

What does it mean?

Everybody out!
Move! Move!

Quickly! Let's go!
Everyone to the lobby!

Keep moving!

FBI!

Let's go. Out.

Do you have any idea
what you're doing?

Yeah, saving your ass.

Team B headed
to the server room.

Clear!

Server room clear!

Out of 720 combinations,

this is the only one
that makes sense.

"Lyceum."

It's the only one
that makes sense.

What does it mean?
It means school.

Derived from the Greed Lukeion,
where Aristotle taught.

Right. But what
does it mean to Pelant?

If Pelant's in the building, he'll
show up on a security camera.

Got him.

No, we don't.

He can't be

everywhere at once.
We've got

every exit covered.
We don't.

There's another way out.

Hey.

Building like this
there's always

an off-map evac route.
Where is it?

Pelant could crash
this whole place down.

He's got the tool set.

You lose contact with all 5,000

of your special guys out there

for God knows
how long,

how's that gonna go over
with your clientele?

It's not in the blueprints.

He couldn't know about it.

He knows.

Pelant!

Pelant!

Down!

Stay with me, okay?
Just stay with me.

Agent down. Agent down.

Hey, you okay?

I just had to tell the
squints that Pelant got away.

Flynn? Flynn?!

My last shot-- it hit Pelant.
All right, it hit him.

It didn't kill him,
but there was damage.

You couldn't have seen
that shot hit Pelant.

I hit him.
If that's so,

he's gonna need
medical attention, right?

There's already an all-points.

There's no way
he gets away this time.

If it was anyone else,
I'd believe you, but...

Agent Booth?
What's going on?

Every work station on the
eighth floor just went on.

Why?
I don't know.

All right, bring
it up for me.

Here we are.
Here it is.

What are
those numbers?

I have no idea.

Booth just called.
We're back online,

and I'm patched
into the Serberus system.

You need to see what it's doing.

It's got to be a code.

Of course it's a code.
It's Pelant.

He's showing us
he still controls the board.

It's not a series, not a
sequence, not a progression.

There's no mathematical
consistency here.

They have to
correlate to something.

Wait a second.

I recognize these numbers
from Afghanistan.

They're coordinates on the MGRS.
What's that?

Military Grid Reference System.

GPS standard
for air-delivered weapons.

That means
Pelant has got a target.

The coordinates are

for Kandahar Province.

The landscape
is shifting at 237

miles per hour.
Is that speed constant?

Yeah.
Too slow for a missile or a jet.

Too fast for a copter.

It's an MQ-9 Predator Drone.

Target?

Uh, no idea.

This is Pelant.

We have to assume the worst.

The MQ-9 carries enough ordnance

to take out a city block.

Any habitable area

in the vicinity
would be densely populated.

A hit would be devastating.
Booth!

You got to turn this drone
around now.

Redirect the drone.

I can't get onto its nav.
We're locked out.

The drone's system
has been corrupted.

It won't acknowledge
anything I send it.

Try "Lyceum."

We've got the drone's
video feed.

Can you get us
a satellite image

of the nearest
populated area?

Yeah.

The drone's flight path
will take it

directly to those buildings.

What are those dots?

They're head scarves.
They're girls.

I'm enhancing.

They're young.

Based on the size differentials,
they're pre-teens.

Lyceum.

Pelant is taking out a school.

Okay, what's that other data
that he's throwing at us?

Okay, I'll work on that.
You stay on the drone.

Wait a second-- why is Pelant
giving us the target in advance?

He doesn't do that.
He wants us to feel helpless

when the drone
blows up that school.

You have any other aircraft
in the area?

Do we?

Navy has a pair of Hornets

in flight, 93 miles out.

Request a redeploy.

Oh, my God.

This can't be happening.

Oh, God. No, no, no.

What? What-what is it?
That word "salad"

is the passwords to my
accounts--

personal portfolio,
corporate, the works.

Pelant-- he's draining
every account.

We'll be broke in a minute.
No, no, no.

It's running off of Serberus's
network; I can shut it down.

No, you can't, Angie. You can't.

Why not?

Because if you
shut down Serberus,

we're gonna lose contact
with the drone.

Pelant is forcing me to choose.

Keep our money,
or save those girls.

Oh, my God.

Save the girls.

Go.

Drone is one minute out.
Hornets?

Five minutes and counting.

They're not gonna make it.

Pelant sequestered his kernel

with direct
anonymous attestation.

Meaning?

I'm in.

Got it.

Oh!

Hey.

Been looking for you.

It suddenly hit me,
I haven't eaten all day.

How long
have those been here?

Well, absence of
bug infestation

indicates less
than two days.

And I am not about to
turn down a free muffin.

Not now, anyway.

You know, we're gonna
be all right.

We don't need the money.

I know.

But it was a lot of money.

It sure was.

You know, there's a bag
of frozen bagels downstairs.

It's been there for weeks.

Really? Oh, that's
our breakfast.

Love you.

I love you, too.

Hi.

How's Flynn?

He's stabilized,
but we still don't know.

I didn't get a chance to
say good night to her.

It's about more than that,
isn't it, Booth?

Pelant is still out there.

You said you hit him.

If he's injured, that helps us.

But we're still waiting for him

to make the next move,
and I'm not okay with that.

Whatever's next,
we'll handle it.

We always do.

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