All language subtitles for Bones S11E13 The Monster in the Closet

Help! Mom! Dad!

Oh, God.

Christine, it's okay,

Mommy and Daddy are here.

Get away, don't hurt me.

No, no, no, no, no,
no one's going to hurt you.

Okay, everything's going
to be okay.

You're fine,
you're just having a nightmare.

The monster, it came
out of the closet.

Oh, there's no monster
in the closet.

Remember when I tucked you in,
you know.

I came and I scared

the monster away.

No, you didn't, Booth.

Monsters are not real,

therefore you had
nothing to scare away.

Your mother is right,

but what I meant
to say is that, look,

I would never let anything
happen to you, okay?

You don't believe me.

It was here.

I'm sure it felt
very real to you.

Can... can I sleep
with you tonight?

Of course, sweetheart.
Come on.

Anything for my little girl,
come on, jump up, jump up.

Come on, you're into bed.

You're in between me
and Mom tonight, okay.

Don't snore, whatever you do.

Hey, there you are.
Yeah.

I got something for you.

Look, if it's not a cup

of coffee about this big,
I'm not interested.

Rough night, huh?

Yeah, Christine, she's been
having these really bad,

Freddy Krueger-like nightmares

about monsters in her closet.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
That's terrible.

Where's my cup?
Aw, geez.

Uh, she... you know what?

It's going to be fine, okay?

Every parent has to deal
with this kind of stuff.

You want my advice?

Your advice, right,
because you're a single guy

who knows how to deal with kids.
No, trust me.

Look, the key
is that Christine's

got to confront
the monster head-on.

She's got to get out
of the bed,

walk up to the closet,

tell the monster to go bye-bye,

or else her dad's going
to put a cap in his ass.

What do you got?
What is this?

A body was found
in Cherrywood Park.

A dog walker nearly got
his arm yanked off when his

pooch patrol
attacked the remains.

Great.

Look at that,
flesh is all dried out

like a piece of rawhide.

Local PD's bringing the body
to the Jeffersonian.

Something's not right here.

It's a dead body that
was used as a chew toy.

There's nothing right about it.

Have you been
to Cherrywood Park before?

Single guy in that park?

It's just a little creepy,
isn't it?

Cherrywood's more
of a family hangout.

Right, exactly.

So how could a body be there
long enough to dry up

without somebody noticing?

So this was a body dump?

Somebody wanted the body
to be found, right?

High and rounded

frontal bone with
a slight browridge,

suggests the victim
was a Caucasian female.

Well, and the
way she's dressed

is really dated.

This pleated skirt,

the shoes.

So not just a murder victim,

but a fashion victim as well.

Hodgins,

that was uncalled for.

I must insist you show
respect to the deceased.

Yeah, don't hold your breath.

These days, he's not
respectful to the living,

so I'm not sure why the dead
would be any different.

Well, for one thing,
she doesn't talk back.

Enough.

Do you hear me?

Sorry.

You have no reason to apologize.

Do you want me to send him home?

Uh, no. Home is worse.

Believe it or not, this is

Hodgins at his happiest.

By the way, uh,
there's so much damage

to the left side of the skull

that a facial reconstruction
is not going to be easy.

I see what you mean.

There are
multiple comminuted fractures

to the left frontal, sphenoid,
temporal, and zygomatic.

So cause of death's most likely

blunt force trauma
to the skull?

It's possible,

but I won't know until more

of the tissue has been removed.

Speaking of which,

the way this tissue's
been desiccated is odd.

I'm not seeing any adipocere.

Uh, you're definitely
going to want to see this.

This is officially creepy.

Wow, is that a mix tape?

It's all vintage,
just like the clothes, and yeah,

look at the label.

It says "Home."

And then check out this Bible.

It's got earmarks throughout.

We should get this
to Booth right away.

He's very well-versed
in Scripture.

Hold on, the Bible is just

the tip of the iceberg.

Bones, what are you
doing here?

I wanted to give you the latest

on what the lab has found.

The evidence collected
is far from normal.

Okay, well, why don't you
show me what you got?

Cam finished her analysis
of the flesh.

It wasn't desiccated due to

environmental factors.

It was because the killer

removed the skin, soaked it,

and then scraped away the fat.

You mean like taxidermy.

And then, once Cam removed
a section of flesh,

I discovered this.

What is that, a wire?

Before placing the taxidermied

skin back on,

first, the killer
articulated the skeleton.

I found wear
along the joints.

It appears

the killer repositioned
the body frequently,

in a manner of his choosing.

Whoa, whoa. Are you saying
that he... but... uh...

No, there's no evidence
the killer did anything sexual

with the deceased; however,

based on the deterioration
of the tissue,

he lived with the body
for an extended period of time.

Wh... how long?

At least six months.

But then something must
have happened.

I-I found found multiple

postmortem blunt force trauma
injuries to the skull.

It's almost like
he broke up the skull

to conceal the
victim's identity.

But the teeth are still intact.

Which means he wasn't trying

to obfuscate identity.

Wow, it's crazy.

It's almost as if he saw

the victim as still alive,

and... and he became angry,

and he had to kill her
all over again.

As I said,

the evidence thus far
is anything but normal.

♪ Bones 11x13 ♪
The Monster in the Closet
Original Air Date on April 28, 2016

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

♪ Well, as I
was walking down the street ♪

♪ Down the street,
down the street ♪

♪ Well, a pretty little gal ♪

♪ I chanced to meet ♪

♪ By the light
of the silvery moon... ♪

You know, Angela can make

a digital copy of
that if you want to

step out of the Stone Age.

No, she already did.

I just wanted to

listen to it once, you know.

Hear it the way
it was intended to be heard.

You, uh, pick up on anything?

No.

I'm guessing since
everything from her purse

is here, the lab didn't find
anything, either?

Nothing.

No fingerprints.
Not a trace.

The only thing they got

is some desiccated skin cell
off the lipstick.

Which means that
the killer applied it

to the victim after she died?

He was grooming her.

What about the Bible?

Uh, reading some passages

that have been marked here.

Second Corinthians 5:10,
5:21, John 3:4...

I know that one.

That's, uh, that's something
about sin and lawlessness.

Everything I've read so far

deals with punishment
for the wicked.

When I get all this together,

I'm going to send it over
to Karen Delfs at the BRIU.

That's good thinking,
start building a profile.

Yeah.

The question is: whose profile
are we building here?

Is this for the victim, or...

Does it say more about
who killed her?

Hey.

Oh, God.

Sorry, I... I... I didn't,
uh, see you there.

I thought you'd be used to
looking down on me by now.

I don't look down
on you, Hodgins.

It's, it's not fair.

Oh, really, you're going to tell
the paraplegic what's fair?

Okay, no, this should be good.

What do you want?
Me?

Nothing.

Cam, however,
was hoping for an update

on your reconstruction,

but judging by what I see,

I'll just tell her
that you'll be done

approximately by the time
I start walking again.

Can you give me ten seconds?

Why? You don't even
have half the face.

Yeah, but with
the half I do have,

I can make a mirror image.

See?

And since I already have all
the tissue depth measurements,

I just...

Hey, look at that.

Okay, normally this is
the time when you say,

"Good work, Angela."

You want a pat on the back,
you should find someone

not confined to a chair.

What about a match
to missing persons?

Okay, I'll run it now.

Allison Monroe.

42.

Man, look at her,
she's so happy.

So she was reported missing

by her husband six months ago.

She disappeared a week before
their tenth anniversary.

Hello, hello, welcome.

Please, have a seat.

Can I get either
one of you anything,

perhaps a cup of tea?

I have English Breakfast
and Chamomile.

They are organic
if that's important to you.

Are... I'm sor... Are you okay?

Oh, um,

what my partner means

is that you're not exhibiting

any of the normal emotions

associated with learning

that a loved one
has been murdered.

I apologize for not
seeming more surprised.

My wife wasn't the type
of woman that just went missing.

Even a couple hours
after she was gone,

I knew she wasn't
coming back.

When was the last time
you saw her?

Just over six months ago.

It's all in the
missing persons report.

Our file says that she
was a social worker?

Allison volunteered to take
on the most difficult cases,

and she did
everything she could

to place those children
in good homes.

Mr. Monroe, we found a purse

next to her
that had items in it.

Among those items was a
mix tape labeled "Home"

and a Bible.

That doesn't make any sense.

Allison wasn't religious.

And as for a mix tape,

I don't think I've
seen one in years.

Well, we know that you already
spoke to the local PD.

Can you think of anyone who'd
want to hurt your wife?

I would suggest

speaking to Neal Hogan.

He was your wife's supervisor?

Because of the type
of cases she took on,

from time to time, uh,
she received threats.

She assured me
they were nothing,

but I could tell she was scared.

And I'm guessing
those threats

came from the parents whose kids

were taken away from them.

And from
prospective foster parents.

People that Allison

deemed unfit
to care for a child.

Arastoo.

Uh, I'm sorry.

Dr. Brennan told me she'd
be bringing in outside help.

She just failed to mention
it would be you.

That's not a surprise.

I suppose to her,
our past isn't even a factor.

No, I'm sure

she just grabbed
the best person she could find.

Uh, just so you know,
I should be finished

reassembling the skull
any minute now.

And I will have the rest
of the bones ready shortly,

just as soon as I have finished
macerating the tissue.

Did you find anything
on your initial exam?

Yes, based on the scrape marks,

it appears a buck knife was used
to scrape away the fat.

So the killer could be a hunter.

Also,

I found several holes

bored through the tissue
into the bone.

Hodgins thinks it could
be caused by termites.

Wait a second,
was one of the holes here?

Yeah, why?

I need Dr. Hodgins.

We have to swab
the victim's teeth.

Arastoo, what's going on?

I have a bad feeling I've seen
this kind of damage before.

Dr. Brennan, I'm telling you,

there's too many similarities
for this to be a coincidence.

Please, allow me to judge.

Dr. Hodgins, what did you find?

I studied the holes.
Definitely not termites.

More likely, they were made
by some kind of drill.

And the holes are identical

to those found on this
other set of remains?

As you can see,
we don't have a full skeleton.

However, the holes in the radius
and tibia are a match.

Then, there's the damage
to the teeth.

What damage are
you referring to?

On both bodies,

postmortem breaks of the central
and lateral incisors.

In other words,

the victim's teeth
were chipped as the killer

spoon-fed his corpses.

I swabbed.

It seems like he fed them
some kind of porridge.

The second set of remains,

where did you find them?

The bones were first discovered
in Chapman State Park.

There's no flesh
on these remains,

'cause they
were thoroughly scavenged

by coyotes,
who probably couldn't get enough

of that rawhide flesh.

The victim was never identified.

His remains were stored
in Limbo at the Jeffersonian.

Impossible.

I have personally catalogued

every set
of unidentified remains.

Actually, these remains were
catalogued during the time

when you and Booth
quit your jobs.

Their existence proves
we're not dealing

with an amateur psychopath.

This guy's a serial murderer.

It's strange, looking strictly
at the osteological evidence,

the two victims had
almost nothing in common.

Right, I see what you mean.

Allison Monroe
was a Caucasian female,

in her mid-40s,

while the hyperbolic palate

of this unidentified victim

suggests a black male.

Based on the erratic
ossification of his pubic faces,

my best estimate for age
was mid-50s.

I see most of the
facial bones are missing.

They were consumed
by scavengers,

making it impossible for Angela
to do a facial reconstruction.

Then we should test for isotopes
in the tooth enamel,

see if we can determine
where he grew up.

I did that when the remains
were first brought in,

the results were inconclusive.

Then we should test for
heavy metals and pesticides.

Again, I tested for those
during my initial examination.

I see.

It appears you've done
everything you could.

Therefore,
you should not feel any guilt

that the killer
has taken another life.

Dr. Brennan, I assure you,
my conscience is clear.

Good.

I am relieved you are not
burdened by such feelings.

Shall we continue?

Okay, Doc, lay it on us,
what do you think?

All right, well in my
professional opinion,

I would say that this killer
is extremely intelligent,

possibly schizophrenic,

and completely
and totally cray-cray.

Cray-cray, what's that mean?

Oh, it's slang for crazy.

What are you, 13?

No-- I'm sorry.

I've just been going through

Dr. Sweets' old files
on the two of you,

and in them he states that you

are easily annoyed
by overly complex

and officious
sounding language.

But I will make an
addendum to that

that says you are just
easily annoyed in general.

Tell you what, why don't you
put a little Post-it

next to the little addendum

that I'm not annoyed, okay?

So why don't we start over?

Allison Monroe,
let's focus on that, okay?

Okay.

The fact that nothing sexual was
done to the body implies to me

that our killer chose her
as sort of a surrogate mother.

So he has mommy issues.

A regular Norman Bates.

The Bible that we found
on Allison Monroe's body,

all the pages are marked

and they have to deal
with punishment.

That's because the killer wants
to be disciplined.

So he knows what
he's doing is wrong.

In life, Allison Monroe
was a strong

but kind maternal figure.

Our killer selected her
because he wanted someone

who would give him boundaries.

And stop him from killing again.

But then the temptation

grows too strong,

so the killer "kills"
the surrogate mother

so he's then free to kill again.

Now, I put air quotes
around "kills"

because you can't kill
someone who's already dead.

You ever think maybe you're
a little cray-cray yourself?

What about this other...
the second victim,

this unidentified male?

Look, I can't give you

a full profile on our killer

until you give me a name.

No, I'm saying is,

what if we reverse the process?

You said that the killer wanted
to be disciplined.

Right, so he wouldn't
choose just anyone.

So, when going through
the missing persons,

we can rule out anyone
who was homeless,

down on their luck.

That's right,
that's right.

It would be a,
a strong male role model.

Someone who was a,
a pillar of their community.

I tell you what,
you and I, we're going to go

check out missing persons,
see what we can come up with.

You, you're going to go
interview Allison Monroe's boss.

You got it, I'll get a list
of anyone who threatened her.

Also anyone who paid her
undo amounts of attention.

I'm just saying,
the killer didn't select her

because he hated her.

He thought she would
make an ideal mother.

I'm telling you, this is
everything you're going to need.

It's all in the files.

Thanks, it's always nice when we

don't have to waste time
getting a warrant.

Yeah, well, I may work
for the government,

but I'm not about to let
any red tape get in the way.

Not if I can help you catch
whoever did this.

Mr. Hogan, why don't
you sit down.

Sure.

By the way, you ask me,

I'd take a look
at the Rameys first.

Husband and wife,

had their kid locked
in their attic all winter.

They didn't give a crap about
Jake until we took him away.

The next thing you know,
the husband, Paul,

shows up at our office
with a gun.

I'm assuming you
pressed charges.

This guy Paul's
in jail now, right?

Just got released.

Well, what
about Allison's admirers?

What are you talking about?

Well, I'm wondering if
she had any clients

that spent an inordinate
amount of time with her--

or coworkers
for that matter.

I mean, you knew
her best, right?

I talked to all of
Allison's coworkers,

that's what they
all told me.

They told me how much
you loved Allison.

What do you want from me?

Well, your home computer
would be a good start.

We already have phone
records that show

you called Allison
a great deal,

especially considering
she was married.

All right,
you want my computer, take it.

You'll find plenty on there.

E-mails I probably
shouldn't have sent,

but I swear to God,

I would have never,
ever hurt Allison.

His name is George Gibbons.

The file was, uh,
tagged by the victim's boss.

And, Dr. Hodgins was able
to identify

a hair we found
on the body

as belonging
to a Kurilian Bobtail.

It's an exceptionally
rare breed.

Uh, yeah, that's just one
of the 13 cats that the guy has.

Talk about an unsound mind.

It says here
that Allison rejected him

as a foster parent due
to a criminal record.

Yeah, that's right,
five years ago

he was charged with kidnapping,

but the boy was unharmed.

And he spent the rest
of his time in prison.

It doesn't make any sense.

On multiple occasions

he applied to be
a foster parent.

Why would he think the state

would approve him,
given his record?

My guess is, he knew he
was going to be rejected,

but he kept trying because...

Because he was obsessed
with Allison Monroe.

Well, this is a perfect
location for a serial murderer.

The nearest neighbor is over

a kilometer away,
and given the loudest

a person can scream
is 126 decibels...

You know what, Bones?

Bones, Bones, Bones,
Bones, there are some

word problems that are
not meant to be solved.

You know that.

This is a mess out here.

Ooh, Booth, come here.
What is it?

Do you smell that?

Something is rotten inside.

It could be fetid remains.

You know,
that's probable cause.

Just, just stay behind me,
will you?

Bones, behind me.

Wow.

Cats-- why did it
have to be cats?

Man, what's that smell?

Booth, over there.

I think the smell's
emanating from there.

Okay, just stay behind me.

Hey, more cats.

Do you see anything?

No, just cats.

Cat litter, cat food, cat boxes.

Ooh,

Booth, look.

Yeah.

I-I saw this in photos in the...

...in the case file.

You know what, you're right.

That, that definitely
is Allison's.

Look at the notebook.

Do you think it's
the killer's?

I don't know,
but it looks like it was written

by somebody insane,
that's for sure.

Okay, stay here.

But, Booth...

Just stay here.

Stupid cat.

Don't move.

Okay, just listen to me.

I'm with the FBI.

I'm gonna give you
three seconds.

Give me the gun.

That's not gonna happen.

Drop the knife.

One, two...

You hear that?

It's the cocking of a Colt .45

pointed directly at your head.

Now lower the knife.

You got to be
kidding me, huh.

Thanks, Bones,
I appreciate it.

You know, you're lucky
my partner showed up,

or you would have had
a bullet right in your chest.

Where'd you get the gun?

I don't have one, but I do have
these handy sound files.

I considered going with
the pumped shotgun,

but that seemed like a bit much.
Got to be kidding me.

Will you put that away,
Bones, all right?

Ah, sorry

to interrupt,
but I believe you're standing

in my favorite hiding spot.

I'm not hiding.

I just needed a quiet spot,

so I could plot how to kill
my jerk of a husband.

Well,

if anyone could
get away with it...

Yeah, don't I know it?

How are you holding up?

I heard that Arastoo

turned down that job in Berlin.

Must be strange having him
back here, right?

It is...

but it is also really,
really great.

Hmm.

Well, just be nice to Sebastian
when you give him the news.

Just let him down easy.

I will, if that's
what I choose to do.

Oh, that's Booth.

You want to get out of here?

When you said

getting me out of the office
would do me some good,

I didn't really think that
this was what you had in mind.

Yeah, and what's even more
disturbing is, I'm not seeing

any physical evidence that
Allison Monroe was ever here.

Well, let's keep looking.

There's got to be a torture room

around here somewhere.

Hey, guys, by my count,
we're one cat short.

There should be 13.

Wait, is the Kurilian Bobtail
missing?

You think he ate him?

Oh...

hold on here.

Guys, look at this.

Oh, God, no.

No, thank you, no way,

not even if you pay me.

Wait, what kind
of watch is that?

It looks pretty high-end, right?

Yeah, also totally out of place

considering the state of
everything else around here.

So, maybe it belongs

to our other victim
that hasn't been ID'd yet.

Hey, guys, come check this out.

I think I found something.

What is that?

A video camera?

Where'd you find it?

Yeah, it was hidden
up behind that curtain.

I'll check the house to see
if I can find any more.

So, what, you think
he was videotaping his kills?

Or...

someone was watching him.

Look, Ms. Hobart,
we just need to ask your client

a few questions, that's all.
Yes, and specifically,

I'd like to start
with your journal.

Now, I've read
through it,

and there are tons

of references to blood,

like over a
thousand of them...

He's a serial killer.

No, I hear-- I hear you,
but it was just

a little heavy-handed,
if you know what I mean.

George, look,

I don't care about
the journal. I don't.

That doesn't bother me
right now, just look at me.

Who-who is watching you?

Who are you working with?
Agent Booth,

my client has
already indicated

that he would
like to confess

to Allison
Monroe's murder.

Look, I understand,
but I have questions

that I need answered.
Yes, and just returning

to the blood references
really quickly,

you had a knife
to Agent Booth's throat,

and yet you
didn't use it.

Karen, not now,
please, okay?

George, look at me.

I need to know who
you're working with.

Who's behind this?

Mr. Gibbons,
you are not

required to speak.
George,

George, I know you're scared.
Look at me.

I need to know who
you're working with.

Oh, my God, he didn't do it.

He didn't do it, I can prove it.

I can prove it, I can prove it.

Whoa, whoa,
what are you doing?

You suffer from
vasovagal syncope, don't you?

And although you
fantasize about blood,

you simply can't stand
the sight of it, can you?

Put the knife down.

What's happening?
What-what are we do...?

A-Agent Booth,
what's happening?

Oh, whoa, whoa,
whoa, okay...

whoa.

Wow, that worked.

Yeah, hey.

- And ow, ow,
- Yeah, close.

could someone
get me a Band-Aid, please?

Keep your hand up, hand
up high, above your head.

Okay, so we know
the unidentified remains

belong to a black male.

And we know the ulna
measured 31 centimeters,

which gives us a height
of around 180 centimeters.

Okay, so that tells us
he was just under six feet.

That should narrow
things down.

And these missing persons,

they're all strong,
male role models?

Yeah.

Doctors, teachers,
about a dozen vets.

Nothing but alpha males.

Hey, I cleaned off the watch

and I found an engraving.

I had to give it an acid wash,

but at least now
you can read it.

"Love always, G.H.S."

Good, now at least
we have the initials

of whoever gave
our victim the watch.

No, no, not good,
I'm telling you.

There's only five guys
that fit that height,

not one of them has a wife,
kid, or girlfriend

with those initials.

Well, there has to be.
Let's keep looking.

I'm telling you,
it's not here.

What if the initials
didn't belong to a person?

What would they
belong to then?

Not what, where.

Gainesborough High School.

G.H.S.

There-there was a principal
that went missing.

He'd just recently retired.

That must have been why
they got him the watch.

Here, got it.

Douglas Burkhart.

Wife reported him missing

just over a year ago.

Nice work.

Now we finally have a name.

According to the report,

Mr. Burkhart went
missing a year ago.

His body was found
on November 8.

So, consistent
with our killer's M.O.

He lives with the
victim for six months

and then he kills and
disposes of the corpse.

So...

why wait six months?

My best guess is it's
the longest interval

that he can suppress
his desire to kill.

And you're sure that it can't
be this George Gibbons?

No.

Gibbons faints at
the sight of blood.

There's no way he could
taxidermy a body.

So then, how did he get a hold
of Allison Monroe's necklace

and Douglas Burkhart's watch?

Well, I mean

he's involved in some way,

he just did not do
the actual killing.

So, the killer probably
just used him as a way

to help in kidnapping
the victims.

Our killer is smart.

In Gibbons he chose
the perfect accomplice.

Somebody he could
easily manipulate.

Someone who would confess
rather than cross him.

You think, uh,

Gibbons knows
the killer's actual name?

No harm in asking, right?

Hey, you know those
video cameras that I found

at George Gibbons' house?

Yeah, were you able
to trace the feed?

Uh, sort of.

I-I followed the signal

to a remote terminal,

but the problem is,
the line was still

hooked to a
routing station.

So, the killer could
have accessed the feed

from virtually anywhere?

Yeah, and that's
not the worst of it.

The cameras were still
transmitting when I found them,

which means the killer

could have been watching

when Booth and Brennan
came to the house.

Or when you and I were there
with Aubrey.

Yeah.

So, that means there is

a very distinct possibility

that this very sick individual

could know exactly who we are.

Sorry, Mrs. Burkhart,
but we just

can't share any more information
about the investigation.

But still, you're certain
the remains you found

belonged to my husband?

Yes, ma'am.

So, he didn't run off
with some student of his?

No, actually,

we-we think that
he was targeted

because he was such
an honorable, good man.

What can I do to help?

Your husband, did he ever
mention a social worker

by the name of, uh,
Allison Monroe?

Here's a picture of her.

No, did she

work with Douglas
over at Gainesborough?

Not that we're aware of.

Also, there's a-a
George Gibbons,

he owned a farm
in Somerset County.

No, I'm sorry,
I've never seen him.

Can you think of any enemies
that your husband had?

Did-did he get any threats?

Maybe from a student
that he threw out?

No, Gainesborough was
a good school.

There were no gangs, or...

nothing like that.

Okay, well, uh,
thank you again for coming in.

No, Agent Booth, please,

don't stop.

For my husband, I need to find
a way I can help.

Thank you.

On Douglas Burkhart's remains,
I'm not seeing cause of death.

In my initial exam,

I never found
anything definitive.

My assumption was,
I was missing

key evidence
due to predation.

What about the
other victim?

So far, I'm not seeing any

perimortem damage,
aside from these drill holes,

which were likely
the result of torture.

Given the pain
she must have endured,

it's conceivable
she died of shock.

Well, I agree that's possible,

but it's not what
my tox screen is saying.

What did you find?

Propofol...

and Succinylcholine.

That doesn't make sense.
Those are drugs

you would use if
you wanted someone to die

a relatively peaceful death.

Our killer drilled holes
into his victims.

It's completely random.

First, he brutally
tortures his victims.

Then he shows compassion
in killing them.

Then, six months later,
he smashes in their skulls.

George, no one
is gonna believe

that you killed
anyone, okay?

Now, do yourself a favor,

give us a name and then

you and I can start talking

about a reduced sentence.

George, tell them
what you know.

No. No, no, no, I can't.

He said if I talked,
he would kill Charley.

Who is Charley?

A friend?

Yes, Charley is my best friend.

He's one of your cats, isn't he?

He-he-he took Charley
the last time,

when I messed up.

Messed up, how?

He-he told me to find him a mom,

but i-it couldn't
lead back to me.

But you knew
Allison Monroe, didn't you?

I-I messed up.

George, listen to me.

Give us a name,

and I will do everything I can

to get Charley back.

No.

You don't understand.

He's smart.

He's smarter than anybody.

If I talk, he'll know.

Okay.

"by Adna playing)

♪ This body will fall ♪

♪ I'll be dragging it
through rain ♪

♪ Drying it with blood ♪

♪ And the words ♪

♪ This head will explode ♪

♪ It will leave thoughts
at woes ♪

♪ I left a moan
into your chest ♪

♪ Carry myself
behind your ribs ♪

♪ Become one ♪

♪ With everything that stays ♪

♪ Forget what it's like
being alive ♪

♪ Dead are walking silhouettes ♪

♪ Heartbroken, baby girl. ♪

Oh, Bones, are you okay?

I've been, like,
calling you for an hour.

You're not picking up the phone...
I'm sorry.

I got preoccupied dressing

and rearticulating the remains.

Why?
To hopefully

gain insight
into the killer's mind.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

You don't want to get
into this killer's head.

I don't know if I can help it.

In a way, he and I
are very similar.

Stop right there.
You're not very similar, okay?

Look at the
victim, Booth.

What do you see?

Just bones, right?
Yeah.

Well, the killer lived
with the remains,

and when he looked at them,
he didn't see a skeleton.

He saw...

a living person
he could interact with,

and that's what I see as well.

Bones, the killer
is completely insane.

He's a lunatic.
Come on, let me take you home.

No.

No, given the killer's M.O.,

it is very likely
he is out there looking

for his next victim as we speak.

You're not taking
responsibility for all this.

Booth,
if we hadn't quit our jobs...

Allison Monroe still
would have been killed.

No, I don't believe that.

Given our track record,
it is statistically more likely

that she would still be alive.

Okay, fine.

What-what do you need?

What is it?
Nothing.

Just time to...

...to reexamine
the remains and...

challenge my own findings.

For instance...

do you see this
flaking here?

That is called spalling.

It only occurs

when the bone has been
disturbed postmortem.

So, the holes...

don't indicate torture.

Well, that's one
possible scenario.

As you can see, I have collected
a large number of screws that

fit in the allotted holes,

but I...

I-I don't see what purpose

the killer would have
in using them.

You're missing
something here, hold on.

W-What do you see?

What I see is that you don't
have the right screw here.

All right, the killer is
very manipulative, right?

So, you know the screw

with the little circle on top,

the little
fish-eye screw...

Right, I think I know
what he's doing.

♪ Now I know ♪

♪ What keeps me ♪

♪ From falling ♪

♪ What keeps me ♪

♪ From falling down ♪

♪ Down ♪

♪ Now I know ♪

♪ What keeps me ♪

♪ From falling ♪

♪ What keeps me ♪

♪ From falling down ♪

♪ Down ♪

♪ Ride the wind ♪

♪ Ride
the wind ♪

♪ Cease the thought ♪

♪ My friend again. ♪

Oh, my God, that's what
those holes are for.

He was turning his victims
into marionettes.

Hey, there you are.

Hey, did
Agent Booth call you?

Yeah, but there's
something else.

I know how we can
get Gibbons to talk.

I just need an hour
alone with him.

I need to prove to him that
we're not like the killer...

Gibbons is dead.

Hanged himself

in his cell.

Guards just found him.

Hey.

I was wondering if you know

where Dr. Brennan is.

Right now,

I'd say she's probably

pulling into her driveway.

So, I take it
you're leaving as well?

I was considering it,
but to be honest,

the thought
of an empty house

kind of creeps me out right now.

I understand.

Must be frightening,

the idea that this killer

may have seen you on video.

Any chance I could, uh, maybe
talk you into driving me home?

Of course,
and if it would help,

I could stay as long
as you like.

Or, what I mean is,

I could stay at least until
Sebastian is able to join you.

Well, that may be a while,

'cause I've decided I'm not
going to be seeing him anymore.

I see.

So...

are you ready?

Is Christine okay?

Yeah, she's sleeping
like a baby.

Whew, turns out that
Aubrey's advice did the trick.

What exactly
did you say?

Well, I told her,
you know,

if she's scared, you just go
right up to the closet,

and you tell the monster,
"If you don't stop,

my Dad is gonna put a cap in
your butt."

No, you did not, Booth.

Come on, I'm joking, all right?
It's all good.

Looks like you need a drink.

Yes.
Okay.

I would like that, thank you.
Okay, all right.

♪ Well, as I was a-walking
down the street ♪

♪ Down the street,
down the street ♪

♪ Well, a pretty little girl
I chanced to meet ♪

♪ By the light
of the silvery moon ♪

♪ Well, I asked this girl
if she'd like to talk ♪

♪ Like to talk, take a walk ♪

♪ Well, I asked this girl
if she'd like to talk ♪

♪ By the light
of the silvery moon ♪

♪ Buffalo gals,
won't you come out tonight ♪

♪ Come out tonight,
come out tonight ♪

♪ Buffalo gals,
won't you come out tonight ♪

♪ Gonna dance by the light
of the moon ♪

♪ Well, I danced with a girl
with a hole in her stockin' ♪

♪ And her heel kept a-knockin' ♪

♪ And her toes kept a-rockin' ♪

♪ Danced with a dolly
with a hole in her stockin' ♪

♪ I danced by the light
of the moon ♪

♪ Oh, buffalo gals,
won't you come out tonight ♪

♪ Come out tonight,
come out tonight ♪

♪ Buffalo gals,
won't you come out tonight ♪

♪ Gonna dance by
the light of the moon ♪

Booth, what was that?

I don't know, hold on.

Christine?

Christine?
Christine?

Christine?

Christine?

Christine...
Sweetie.

Where are you?

She was just here.

No, this is not happening.
Christine!

Look.

Please don't be mad, Mommy.

What, Christine?
Oh...

Sweetie...

you're okay.

I'm sorry I broke
my snow globe.

I was only trying to do
what Daddy told me.

And when I opened the door,

it fell along

with a bunch
of my stuffed animals.

That's okay,
don't worry about it.

No one's mad at you.

Daddy's right.

I was just a little worried.

Why?

You were right, Mommy.

There are no monsters.

See?

I'm always right.

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