All language subtitles for Bones S10E02 The Lance to the Heart

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.

Hey.

What should I do?

Hey.

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.

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The Lance to the Heart
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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.

Hey.

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 DOJ 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?

Whoa.

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.

Oh.

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.

Oh!

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.

Oh.

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.

- Shh!
- 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?

Whoa.

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. Okay.

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.
- Yeah!

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

Wow.

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? S...

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 bellyache, I said ♪

♪ Doctor, is there
nothing I can take? ♪

♪ I say, Doctor ♪
Go, Sweets!

♪ To relieve this bellyache ♪
There it is!

♪ I said lime in the coconut
and drank it all up ♪

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

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