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Oh, God! What...

What happened? Where... Where am I?

Oh, God.

Oh, come on. Come on!

Oh!

Oh, God.

God!

Hodgins. Hodgins, are you all right?

Can you talk?

Oh, God.

Your legs. What happened to your legs?

Wh... Where are we?

We're buried alive.

He must've got us.

- Who? - The Grave Digger.

My superiors say to let you look at the flying saucer.

- It's not a flying saucer. - It sure looks like one.

Kids dirt biking, something shiny poking from the dirt,

they dig it out, look in the window and see aliens.

- Did you look? - Yes, ma'am. Then called for backup.

- Why? - On account of... they are aliens.

All right.

You wanna take a look?

Oh...

- Are those what I think they are? - Yes.

As long as you think they're two adolescent human males.

Hm. How long?

The amount of dehydrated tissue suggests the tank is sealed and intact. Years.

Yeah. Two kids, huh?

I liked it better when they were aliens.

One set of remains shows trauma to the legs, compound fractures, and his pelvis is broken.

- The other is untouched. - Cause of death?

The amount of blood suggests that one of them bled out, probably the injured one.

I've also noted a constellation of identical nonmetric variants.

Extra foramina.

- Does that mean they were twins? - How did you know?

Matthew and Ryan Kent. Kidnapped October 31, 2001.

No one has seen them since.

The remains in the beer vat

have been positively identified as Matthew and Ryan Kent.

- Oh, God! - Peter, it's better than never knowing.

Agent Sanders, you were assigned to the Kent kidnapping?

Uh, Mr Sanders. I retired from the FBI to pursue a career in general contracting.

When I'm sober. Uh, Kim was the assistant United States attorney attached to the case.

The file's still open. The boys were snatched after a drinking party.

Was the ransom paid?

As the duly sworn representative of the FBI, I advised Mr Kent not to pay the ransom.

Unfortunately, the Kents listened to me and not the K&R guy and...

now their sons are dead.

- K&R? - Kidnap and ransom experts.

The Kent boys were the Grave Digger's third victims.

Third of the six we know of. Uh...

Altogether, four paid the ransom and lived.

- And the other one that didn't? - Never found him.

That's why they call him the Grave Digger. He takes people and he buries them.

You pay the ransom, he tells you how to dig 'em up. You don't, you never see 'em again.

You won't catch him.

With all due respect, Agent Sanders, we have the beer vat and human remains.

What will dead bodies tell you live victims couldn't?

Dr Brennan, she's pretty good at making dead people tell her things.

My advice - talk to the K&R guy.

Kidnap and ransom expert Thomas Vega, former FBI.

He literally wrote the book on the Grave Digger.

I became a kidnap and ransom specialist after I realised the bureau's policy

on nonpayment to kidnappers is antiquated and dangerous.

- You dealt with the Grave Digger how often? - Five times.

Janine is a journalist. She helped me write the book on the Grave Digger.

Next to me, she's the ranking expert on that son of a bitch.

- Journalist, huh? - Don't be like that, Agent Booth.

The Grave Digger is consistent. No one sees the victim taken,

the ransom demand is made using an altered voice, a time limit is given.

There's never a second call.

As soon as the ransom is paid to a numbered untraceable account in Bahrain, et cetera,

the victim's GPS coordinates are given.

No surviving victim remembers anything before being taken?

Nothing. Burn marks on the back of the neck suggest the use of a stun gun or a cattle prod.

That'll scramble your brains.

When you try to trace whatever container the boys were found in, you'll reach a dead end.

He gets everything from landfills or cash auctions.

- No last chance to pay up? - Never.

Most kidnappers are caught because they start negotiating the ransom.

- The Grave Digger won't play. - Not looking to help you write another book,

Capturing the Grave Digger.

Agent Booth, I have seen what this guy does to families up close.

Dislike me as much as you want,

but I'm still gonna help you because I want this bastard caught.

- You were kind of mean to them. - Yeah, thanks.

Zack, did you catalogue this anomaly between C1 and C2 on Matthew?

Yes. Increase magnification on the atlantoaxial joint

and you'll see calcining on the articular process.

- Bone burn. - Yes. Over 300 degrees.

Stun gun. Does the same mark appear on Ryan?

- No. - OK.

Get the FBI to send you photos and medical exam results of the Grave Digger's victims.

See if he uses the same stun gun every time.

- Aluminum. - Aluminum?

The Brits say "aluminium" but it sounds, well... British.

Manganese alloy, strain hardened and stabilised. Traces on both sets of clothing.

- From the vat? - No. Its inside is pure copper.

Their clothing had a sooty residue made up of lead and carbon, benzene and aldehydes.

- Engine exhaust. - Particulates from lots of engines,

both gasoline and diesel.

- Parking lot? - Underground? Probably.

Think it's where the Digger grabs his victims?

Compare your findings with the results found on the clothing of the surviving victims.

See if they share anything common. And measure oxygen volume in the vat.

- Find out how long the twins survived. - I'll get on it.

Mr Kent, I'd like to start by expressing the Justice Department's sincere condolences

for the death of your sons Matthew and Ryan.

If I'd ignored the Justice Department and listened to Mr Vega here,

paid the two million, my boys'd still be alive today.

Sir, I understand your feelings towards the FBI.

- I doubt that. - Jim,

Agent Booth is investigating your son's murder. You know my problems with the FBI,

but when it comes to finding killers, you want these people on your side.

Ryan and Matty were spoiled.

I know. They partied, they chased girls,

they...

...got expelled from school.

But they weren't bad kids,

and there's no way that they deserved suffocation.

Is it... painful?

Like falling asleep.

Mr Kent, the Grave Digger lied to you and the FBI.

That's unlikely. He doesn't play games.

Mr Kent, is there any way you could have raised the ransom in 12 hours?

No.

Which is why the Grave Digger provided Mr Kent with 24 hours.

- His sons only had enough air for 12 hours. - Oh, my God.

Even if you'd ignored the FBI and listened to Mr Vega, you couldn't have saved your sons.

- You're backstopping for the bureau. - There were two of them.

They used up their oxygen twice as fast.

- The Grave Digger miscalculated. - No.

Then it was never his intention that these boys survive.

He just didn't care, Mr Kent.

So... my decision to listen to the FBI, to not pay the ransom...

If you'd paid the ransom, your sons would have been dead when you got to them.

There was nothing you could have done. You are in no way responsible

for the death of your sons.

Had it occurred to you that God is a lot like the Grave Digger?

What? What? What?!

He lays down the rules, no way to question him or negotiate,

then it's as though he doesn't care how it works out.

Either you do as he says, make some sacrifices, and they're delivered.

Or you don't, and you end up in hell.

I'd appreciate it if you didn't say that. I don't wanna get struck by lightning.

- Do you go to church every Sunday? - Yes.

- Can I come with you? - No.

- Might help me to understand. - I'm not gonna help you disrespect God.

If you wanna do some kind of anthropological study, turn on the religious channel.

Each of these contained one of the Grave Digger's victims.

- Cosy. - We provided you with each victim's clothes.

All the clothing shows traces of aluminum and sooty residue.

Each victim was taken from an underground garage beyond the reach of security cameras.

The typical kidnap-for-ransom profile was middle-aged, in a job beneath him...

Smart guy who's an underachiever and enjoys control over others. There's just one problem.

- What's that? - See, there's nothing typical about this guy.

Don't expect him to fit the profile.

OK. The dimensions of the vat, six feet wide by eight feet tall,

make it impossible for Matthew to have fractured his brother's pelvis.

Even if Matthew had stomped on Ryan?

Cam and I agree the fracture was the result of one hard blow.

A break like that would require a lot more force than Matthew could have generated.

So Ryan was injured before he went into that vat.

Yes. But the amount of blood on the floor can't be explained by his injuries alone.

What?

- It was a mistake. - What was?

Look, he intended to take one boy but he ended up with two.

Ah, that's why they died 12 hours ahead of schedule.

If he intended to take two, he would have used a bigger container.

The Grave Digger messed up. He snuck up on Matthew, knocked him unconscious,

and Ryan was there, he shows up and he fought the guy.

No, Booth, not fight.

- The leg damage, the fractured pelvis. - These injuries are classic human versus car.

Ryan interrupts the kidnapping of his brother...

- And the Grave Digger runs him down. - It was a mistake.

The Grave Digger is not God, Bones, because God does not make mistakes.

I don't know. Putting testicles on the outside didn't seem like such a good idea.

Commercial stun gun, 625,000 volts, still not enough.

Well, it sounds like a lot of volts.

It's the amperage that does the real damage.

But I've checked every commercial stun gun I can find,

and none generate the right power to make those distinctive marks on the bone.

What about a cattle prod?

- Stun guns generate a lot more power. - You haven't figured out the stun gun?

Then I am this week's king of the lab because I found something huge.

You compete to be king of the lab?

No!

Hey, Angela. I didn't know that you were...

This sucks. I'm gonna go catch Brennan then bolt for the night.

She just left. Hey.

Could you stop being so weird, please? It's making me very uncomfortable.

- You should give him a chance. - Excuse me?

I apologise. I didn't say anything.

Mm-hm.

Dr Brennan? Dr Brennan!

- What do you say we go to New York? - Yeah.

- I don't know. - We're two adults with no obligations.

Let it go to voice mail. We're not cheating. We're not hurting anybody, Seeley.

Then why are we keeping our relationship such a secret?

Because we work together and we're professionals and it's nobody's business.

So, come to New York. We'll go to a musical.

Talking and singing and talking and dancing and more singing, you know?

- If you want to stop what we're doing, say so. - You can fantasise about shooting everyone.

You know you like that. Seriously, we'll do something that you like, like...

climbing the outside of the Empire State Building, or swimming the East River, or...

What? What happened?

Temperance Brennan and Jack Hodgins have been buried alive.

Wire transfer $8 million to the following Grand Cayman account,

or they will suffocate to death.

Upon receiving the transfer, I will provide you with Brennan and Hodgins' GPS coordinates.

This will be my last communication.

It will be his last communication. He's never varied.

He learned from the Kents - he got two, he cut the deadline.

Why is he demanding so much money? It doesn't make sense.

He's always been reasonable about how much money people could raise.

Has Dr Brennan made that much money from her books?

- Hodgins is heir to the Cantilever Group. - And what's that?

The third largest private corporation in the country.

Make sense now, Tom?

I was going to karate class, so we have lots of bottled water.

What happened? Where are we?

The last thing I remember is being at the lab.

I'm really confused.

What happened to my legs?

- Where are we? - Underground.

Buried.

I have a burn.

Zack was trying to figure out what kind of stun gun.

Yeah. It has to be the Grave Digger.

I think he ran you down with his car

then pumped you full of drugs to ruin your short-term memory. Same as Ryan Kent.

- How long have we been down here? - Um...

- Maybe two hours, I think. - OK.

So if this vehicle is, say, 60... 60 cubic feet of air,

it's 20% oxygen and it's got two people...

- My brain is not working. - The Grave Digger is very consistent.

If we started with 12 hours of air,

we'll be unconscious in ten.

After that, if...

if no one pays the ransom...

We're dead.

- How are we gonna get $8 million? - Hodgins is rich.

- He is? - Rich squared to the power of ten times four.

- You'll pay the ransom. - Yes.

FBI standard ops won't work. Grave Digger is outside statistics.

- They'll fire you. - One less reason to wear a suit.

- How'd the Grave Digger catch them? - Bones was on her way to karate.

And Hodgins said that he had found something huge.

He tried to catch Dr Brennan.

Here!

Oh, my God.

- That's blood, isn't it? - It'll be Hodgins'.

- Dr Brennan says don�t jump to conclusions. - She'll know we're on a deadline.

Hodgins interrupted, just like Ryan and Matthew. The Grave Digger run him over.

- What do we do? - It's a crime scene.

They'll look for tyre tracks, check the cameras. You be Dr Brennan.

- I don't know what that means. - Work the case.

I need to know why Hodgins was chasing after Bones.

- I'll look at his notes. - What about me?

Call Bones' brother Russ. I'm gonna go talk to the chairman of the Cantilever Group.

We have water, towels,

a minikit, ibuprofen,

two cellphones with no batteries, a digital camera with a backup battery, and, uh...

- a handful of pens. - That one's a laser pointer.

And a copy of my novel.

Hey, we can read it to each other if we get bored.

- Deep Rhapsody. - Careful.

That's three grand a quarter ounce.

Yeah, I'd make that face too if I'd spent $3,000 on perfume.

Oh, man! Something... My leg!

OK, here. Here.

I'm worried you have compartment syndrome.

Is that terminal? I mean within the next few hours?

No.

But?

- It's gonna get painful. - More painful than now?

Yeah. Slip-into-shock-and-die painful.

Wow.

Nothing we can do about that.

Actually, there is.

Oh, I'm not gonna like this. Am I?

- What are you doing? - The Grave Digger modified a stun gun.

I've figured out the voltage and amperage, but not how he modified it to boost the current.

Which will not help us find Dr Brennan and Hodgins.

- I did figure out how Ryan Kent died. - Let's hear it.

He killed himself. He punctured his carotid artery, which explains the blood.

He used a pen. There's a nick on the inferior angle of the mandible.

I don't know why he did it. I don't really do why, I just do how.

He did it to give his brother more air. That's why they were holding each other.

- That helps how? - When we tell Mr Kent one of his sons

gave his own life in an effort to save his brother. It'll mean something, Zack.

Just keep searching. OK?

OK. I'm ready.

- Is that a note to Angela? - Yes. Just in case.

If whatever you're gonna do to me sends me into shock, I might die.

Upside?

Me not breathing doubles your survival time.

I'm not interested in surviving that way.

What I'm going to do is make a long incision in the fascia to release the pressure inside.

And how long is a long incision?

Wait. You know what? Don't tell me.

It's best if I do it very fast and without empathy.

Here. Hang on to something.

And don't fight passing out.

Ready?

Wait.

What is that?

Evidence of what happened to you. Let's worry about it later.

Here, just put it in the pages of your book.

I'll take a look at it later.

It's best if you don't talk right now.

I'm nuts about Angela.

Over the moon. Stupid in love with her.

That's why I bought her that crazy expensive perfume.

Man gives you a bottle of perfume like that, it says...

it says "I love you".

There.

I said it out loud.

- Did you find Russ? - He's fishing with friends in the mountains.

No phone, no cell service. You?

Hodgins seems to write everything in code. I might have to get Zack over here to break it.

It says that the traces of aluminum found on the clothing

were almost certainly from the kidnapper's vehicle.

Like a box in the back of a trunk or van.

You can read that?

Yeah. Hodgins sends me a lot of notes.

Why bother with all this?

We don't need evidence, we need millions of dollars.

I can't get the ransom together, not in time.

The Cantilever Group has got this policy - no proof of life from the kidnapper... no ransom.

- Not even for the boss? - It's his rule. No exceptions.

We need more time. Except the Grave Digger doesn't give us that or proof of life.

It's not a coincidence that he took Brennan when he did.

Yeah, I was kinda thinking the same thing.

- Thank God I didn't kill you. - How long was I unconscious?

For a while. How's your leg?

Better. Lots better. What are you doing?

Hot-wiring the phone to the horn so we can send a message.

- From underground? - We get radio reception.

Direct current 12-volt will burn out the circuits in a cellphone in a microsecond.

- Better jury-rig a resistor. - Smart.

It might work long enough for a single transmission.

A very short text message. Booth can trace it to a relay tower.

And what message shall we send?

"Goodbye. Nice to know you."?

- What are we surrounded by? - Pain.

Despair.

And a subsoil accumulation of agglutinate aridosols.

- Dirt. - I don't like the term "dirt".

All right, then...

Tell me something I don't know.

Ash.

Hints of nitrogen and sulphur.

- So where are we? - We're in coal country.

Bituminous coal country.

Basically, Virginia.

We need more than that.

The laser.

- We need benzophenone. - Benzophenone.

It's from soaps and plastic packaging, sunscreen.

We don't have any sunscreen.

Angela's perfume.

Three grand that cost.

Hodgins, I will split the cost when we get out of here.

There's something you don't know about me.

I'm rich.

- Me too. - No.

No, you're... well off.

My family owns the Cantilever Group,

and there's not many of us left alive.

One, to be exact.

- Me. - OK. I won't split it with you.

It smells nice.

I need the camera.

OK.

I know where we are.

There's no negotiating with the Grave Digger.

You've been through this five times with him?

Exactly. So I know him. And he does not negotiate.

- What? No chat-room action with him? - Are you nuts? I hate the son of a bitch.

Why? He's made you rich.

You just need to deal with the facts.

If you can't put the ransom together in the time he gave you, your partner is dead.

Here's the deal, right? You have a relationship with this guy, you benefit from each other.

So know this, huh?

That deadline comes around and my partner's still underground, I will end you.

You understand? Yeah?

Three hours to live.

Better hurry.

This thing you found in my leg is anodised plastic filament

coated in metallic tape with dried-out adhesive. I think it's a bumper sticker.

You mean like, "If you can read this, you're too close"?

No, like a prepaid toll-road pass.

- Someone ran me down with a car. - We knew that already.

But now we've proved it, and I find I'm really annoyed.

Four to six seconds to enter message and hit speed dial.

- I figured out a text using eight key strikes. - How's your text messaging?

Thumbs like lightning.

- I can do it. - OK.

- You ready? - Yeah.

Oh.

- Did it go? - I think it went.

Me too.

Does it mean anything to anybody?

- They're getting low on oxygen. - Hypoxia leads to mental confusion.

- It means something. - Did you dial the number?

I tried all the dumb-guy normal stuff. That's why I'm here talking to the brain trust.

Think, eggheads! Work it!

- They're not cops. - We're running out of time.

Minor correction. Dr Brennan and Hodgins will run out of air in four seconds.

We are out of time.

- How much extra time? - A little.

Four other tyres, but we can't get to them.

- Is there anything else? - If the ransom was paid, we'd be out by now.

- Why prolong the inevitable? - Booth will find us.

You have a lot of faith in Booth.

No. Faith is an irrational belief in something that is logically impossible.

Over time, I've seen what Booth can do. It's not faith.

No offence, and I'm not just saying this because you filleted me with a knife...

we are out of air,

we don't know if our message got out, much less if anyone understood it,

and we are buried underground.

What you have is faith, baby.

Sorry. The "baby" thing is a reflex.

You shouldn't talk right now, to conserve air.

I need camera batteries and preservative powder from your kit.

Soda ash and lithium?

You're going to make a carbon dioxide scrubber?

If you can perform surgery out of thin air,

then I can pull a little thin air out of thin air.

Zack figured out what stun gun the Grave Digger uses and how it's modified.

Thanks to Angela we know that he has an aluminum case in his vehicle.

I got a hundred agents working that angle. What does this mean?

You're forgetting - Brennan and Hodgins are out of air.

You wanna give up? This is Bones we're talking about, and Hodgins.

You think they couldn't extend their air supply?

Found a way to send us a message to ask us for help, and you wanna give up cos of math.

Soda ash, lithium reacts with high concentrations of carbon dioxide,

produces oxygen.

That gives us just long enough.

- Just long enough for what? - My next idea. Which will kill us.

Air bags.

They aren't actually bags of air.

I'm not looking to extend our survival. I'm looking to blow our way out of here.

Using the explosives from the air bags?

That could definitely kill us.

So will doing nothing.

Anyone you want to say goodbye to?

It's not a numerical/alphabetical code or an equation.

- It's not GPS coordinates or topography. - Then what is it?

Can I make a suggestion? This is exactly why I was sent here.

You guys won't make intuitive leaps.

- You mean jump to conclusions? - That's exactly it.

This is a message from one of them to one of us. Specific focus. Who was it meant for?

Easy. Brennan's cell to mine, right? The message was for me. We work together.

We all work together. She's my best friend.

And Hodgins...

Hodgins...

She's right. We should assume the message is from Hodgins.

- Why? - Because they're buried alive.

- And Hodgins is all about dirt. - The message is about dirt, but who is it to?

Angela. Hodgins is all about dirt and Angela.

But it's numbers, Zack. It's for you. Hodgins would have written me poetry or something.

Agent Booth.

Janine got me on all the local news shows.

I explained that we needed more time. I asked him to call. I'm sorry, but he's consistent.

6, 7, 16.

Carbon, nitrogen and sulphur on the periodic table of elements.

They are buried in coal-rich soil.

- You gotta narrow it down, Zack. - Keep going.

Mineral components in coal are all the same. The organic components are unique.

They're called macerals. They fluoresce at different levels.

A reflectance of 1.4 is quite rare, suggesting a high concentration of inertinite.

- Tell me what that means. - It means he knows where they are.

Zack?

I know where they are.

- Can this possibly work? - I'm not really an explosives expert,

but the dash might shape the charge enough to blow out the windshield.

If we're less than four feet beneath the surface,

this charge could blow us to freedom.

And if we're buried more than four feet deep?

Then the concussion will turn our brains into jelly.

Well, then we can run for Congress, so it's win-win.

We should get as far away from the explosion as possible.

I already am.

Would you care to join me?

They gotta be here. Look for tyre tracks, recent digging, mounds. Anything.

Ready?

Yeah.

Dr Brennan...

it's been a privilege.

# That's no way to live

# All tangled up like balls of string

# And we woke at dawn

# And watched the sun glide over the hill

# And her dignity

# Shone so bright like a light on a hill

# And she burned for me

# And no other man came near the flame

# And bad country songs

# The deafening twang of the rich-white-kid blues

Get Hodgins. Get him.

# But the lights and glare will not make you real

Jack, come on.

# She crawls from my bed, runs a comb across her head

# She crawls to the train and drives herself home

I went to visit you at the hospital. I brought you this.

They let me go home.

No, they didn't. You left without being discharged.

You stole crutches, which I had to pay for.

They pumped me full of antibiotics, stitched me up, gave me painkillers, so...

so I'm good to go.

Could you please look at me?

You were buried alive.

You were operated on without an anaesthetic.

You were pumped full of drugs.

You really should be lying down.

He's out there, Angela.

He buries people alive.

I have to catch him.

If I can figure out the exact alloy of aluminum, then maybe I could... maybe we could...

Plus, the bit of bumper sticker that Brennan found in...

We're gonna catch him, OK?

I promise you.

We're gonna start tomorrow, all of us together.

- I can't sleep, Angela. - They gave you something for that.

No, I mean...

I'm afraid... that if I close my eyes,

when I... when I open them I'm gonna be back in that car.

And buried. Running out of air.

OK. Then...

you should come home with me.

What?

When you open your eyes, I'll be there.

Yeah?

Yeah.

OK.

You know I'm good for that crutch money.

# Let me be next to you

# I want to understand

# Let me be next to you

- What'd you ask for? - That's between me and a certain saint.

Although I did ask for a little help finding the Grave Digger.

Good move.

What's that smell?

The candles.

And I said thanks. You should try it sometime.

If I were going to pray, I'd have done it just before we set off the explosion.

- And you didn't? - No.

See, if there was a God, which there isn't...

Shh!

Do you see where we are?

- And if I believed he had a plan... - Which I do.

...then I'd be tempted think he wanted me to go through something like I went through

because it might make me more open to the whole... concept.

Hm.

It obviously hasn't.

I'm OK with you thanking God for saving me and Hodgins.

That's not what I thanked him for.

I thanked him for saving...

all of us.

It was all of us. Every single one.

You take one of us away, and you and Hodgins are in that hole forever.

And I'm thankful for that.

I knew you wouldn't give up.

I knew you wouldn't give up.

# Please let me be right next to you

What's that mean?

ENGLISH SDH