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♪ [ Man Singing Pop Rock,
Indistinct ]

[ Boy ] What I'm saying is,
in this world there's the
visceral and the ineffable.

Nobody's totally un-effable.

Ha! Virgins are. I mean,
you're like the total opposite
of un-effable.

Ineffable. And it doesn't mean
what you think. It means that
you can't describe it in words.

Describe what? Like sex? Ooh!

- [ Tires Screech ]
- [ Girl Laughs ]

You two have zero vocab skills.
[ Girl ] You're bitter,

'cause you're
the designated driver
and we're not.

[ Boy Passenger ]
Dude! What's that even mean?
"Degsinated."

What the hell is that?

- [ Gasps ]
- [ Screams ]

Male, mid-30s.

Attachment site suggests
he was well-muscled,

probably due to manual labor
rather than weight training.

Okay. What killed him?

The sternal ribs are subluxated
at both the spine...

- [ Beeps ]
- and the sternum.

Indicating that he was crushed?

Not crushed. Pinned.

Smothered.

Perhaps an, uh,
industrial accident?

This the guy that Bones
is checking out to replace Zack?

Clark Edison,
meet Special Agent Seeley Booth.

Hey, what's up?
Bones. That's funny.

That's what all my friends
called me back in college.

Yeah, I like him.
You got a minute?

One minute?

Oh, are-are you going
to a crime scene?
Do you need me?

I'll let you know.

- Did I get it right?
- Yes.

- Construction worker,
foundation collapse.
- But I'm not impressing her?

I'm still not completely certain
what Dr. Brennan thinks of me.

[ Siren Wailing ]

- [ Brennan ] Why am I here?
- You used to like to
come out into the field.

No car fires, no tanker trucks
full of acid, no explosions.
You used to insist.

You were insistent.
Don't tell me you brought me out
here for a simple car accident.

Now you're so anxious to
get back, I can barely get
you out of your lab coat.

Well, with Zack gone,
I'm needed at the Jeffersonian.

Well, that kid seemed pretty
good with the "sublixiated
sternicalum"... thing.

You used to correct me.
Why am I here, Booth?

[ Man ]
Hey, Foster, get a backboard.
We got one we gotta stabilize.

[ Brennan ] Whoa. Mm-hmm.

So it's been, what,

three months since Zack
shipped off to Iraq? Uh-huh.

How hard could it be
to replace him?

- Male, Caucasian--
- Yeah, I'm just saying--

I mean, you in the lab, me in
the field-- We are not working
at our full symbiotic potential.

Late teens, early 20s,
completely devoid
of flesh or odor.

It just seems like
maybe you don't want
to work with me anymore.

- I work with you.
- You know what I mean, Bones.

- How did this skull get here?
- Ask our eyewitness. Come on.

[ Boy ] I can't-- My mom's--
Come on.

Let's go, buddy. [ Sighs ]
I'm not high.

Neither am I.
Why is he telling me that?

Yeah, the car reeked of dope.
So, tell her what happened.

I was driving behind
a dump truck, and that
came flying off the back.

-You think the rest of the
skeleton is still in the truck?
-No.

- Why?
- Didn't come flying out.
It came flying off.

- It-- It bounced.
- Oh, bouncing skull.

Perhaps you thought that because
you're under the influence
of tetrahydrocannabinol.

- What?
- Weed.

- I wasn't high.
I'm the designated driver!
- [ Girl Chattering ]

- You "piss test" me
if you want.
- It's possible.

Yeah?
If the truck were traveling
at a certain rate of speed,

a wind vortex or shear...

could occur capable
of flinging the skull like--

- What?
- [ Man ]
Give me a second, guys!

What, Booth?

Bones.

But why would anyone
throw a skull off an overpass?
[ Police Radio Chatter ]

So your husband signed his name
to the marriage license
with an "X"?

Yeah. So you married a guy
without knowing his name?

It was Fiji. Okay?
I was on vacation.

I'm-I'm not being judgmental.

I'm just trying to
ascertain the-the facts.

Um, did you consummate
the marriage?

Uh, full moon, tropics--

Yeah. There was definite
consummation activity.

[ Hodgins ] We already
looked into having
the marriage annulled.

Annulment requires
consent from both
the husband and the wife.

Which is why we need
a private investigator...

to find the "husband"...

so we can get married.

Right. I'm just gonna need
any description that you can
provide of your husband--

details, dates, photographs,
uh, who else was there.

Tall.

Yes. Muscular.

Black. That's all I've got.

You know what? I think his name
had a "B" in it. Actually,
it could've been a "K."

You know what?
I could make you a sketch.

[ Bell Dinging ]

Well?

There are scoring patterns
here on the forehead,
cheekbones, around the nose.

I meant Clark Edison.
Who's Clark Edison?

The absolutely brilliant
forensic anthropologist...

who'd bite off his own arm
to be your assistant.

I haven't decided yet.
Is that a problem?

No. I want you to be
certain of your choice.
Thank you.

It's just that
you've turned down
17 applicants already.

It's a rarified discipline.
Aren't many more candidates
to check out.

I'll cover the lab work
until I find the right person.

This is good. Mm-hmm.
Hey, the first time
you've called me in weeks.

There's scoring on the skull.
Scoring?

- Yes, scrapes.
- Yeah, I know
what scoring means.

The scraping is uniform in
spacing but not in depth, which
suggests an ungual pattern.

- What's an uncle pattern?
- No, ungual. "Guh." "Guh."

Ungual. How do I say this in
a way that makes sense to Booth?

- Something chewed on the skull.
- Oh, like a bear or a dog?

Human, Booth.
Dr. Brennan is saying human.

In the vernacular,
our victim's face was...

chewed off by a cannibal.

Okay.

The ensuing accident was called
in by a trucker who saw it
in his rearview mirror.

- The driver of
the "reefermobile"--
- Reefermobile?

identified said truck
as the one from which
the skull rebounded...

before said skull
lodged in his windshield.

The truck dumped its contents
at a municipal landfill
near Salisbury.

We need a warrant
to shut down the landfill
and comb it for body parts.

You think a cannibal
is making a habit...

of tossing body parts
off of overpasses
into passing dump trucks?

Well, we only got a head, so
the rest has gotta be somewhere.

Okay.

[ Saroyan ]
What am I looking at?
It's called an osteoma.

It's a type of bone spur
that grows from the skull
down into the sinus cavity.

Clark found it when I gave him
the X-rays to analyze.

An osteoma that size
can cause headaches,
infected sinuses, maybe worse.

Osteomas are
every bit as distinctive
as fingerprints or retinas.

We'll check with local ear,
nose and throat surgeons.

See if the pain
drove our victim to seek help.

- Nice job.
- Thank you.

The F.B.I. forensics team
just delivered, like,
a million bone chips.

- From the landfill?
- And Booth says
there's more to come.

[ Sighs ]

You are not gonna hire
that one either.
I haven't made up my mind yet.

And when you don't hire him,
it just prolongs
this lame excuse...

for you not to go out
into the field with Booth.
Why would I do that?

Because when Hodgins and I
ran away from our wedding,

we left you and Booth
standing at the altar.

And that iconic image
totally freaked you out.

No, it didn't.
Sweetie, this is not
one of those things...

where you try to keep a secret
and I ferret out the truth.

This is where I tell you
something that's true so you can
catch up to your own reality.

Ange, I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Which actually proves my point.

I really love you to bits
and pieces, sweetie.
I know you love me back.

We'll talk again
when you catch up.

Well, most of these
are animal remains.

Some are crockery and plastic.

- Oh, we got anything human?
- I'll have to go
through it and see.

Well, I could do that,
Dr. Brennan.
Yeah. Clark could do that.

[ Clark ] Mm-hmm.
There's too many.

- This could take days,
even with the two of us.
- Aw, come on.

Is that true? Huh?

[ Chuckles ]
Dude, you're kind of putting me
in an awkward position there.

Well, Zack would've told me.

[ Sighs ]

[ Woman ] Another glass of wine?
How hard can it be to replace
one weirdo squint?

I'd hire Clark,
but it's not my call.

No, it is.
You've given Bones enough time.
Just hire the guy.

Usually when you get all
blustery, it's because you
think something's your fault.

Yeah, well, you know, I did
arrest her father for murder.

She could be...
having trouble with that.

Exposing a parent to the death
penalty can have a chilling
effect on the partnership, yeah.

Well, look, I mean, I asked
Bones if that was a problem.
She said no.

Well, I gotta wonder if, deep
down, anybody's that rational.

You're not reassuring me here,
Camille.

Well, if you're looking for
reassurance, find someone who's
not such a good friend, Seeley.

[ Cell Phone Rings ] [ Murmurs ]

[ Beeps ] Booth.

Yeah. Okay, on my way.
We got an identity. [ Beeps ]

This is the skull
in the windshield.

These are X-rays from an ear,
nose and throat specialist
on M Street.

Okay, we're sure
this is Gavin Nichols?

[ Saroyan ] Well, the osteoma's
a perfect match. It's him.

Prodigy violinist disappears and
a month later, his skull ends up
bouncing off a garbage truck?

Well, obviously we are looking
for someone who really,
really hates classical music.

Look at this.
Final performance was
at the Library of Congress.

He met with well-wishers,
arranged to meet...

with his girlfriend
for drinks at the Hay-Adams.

He never showed,
and nobody ever saw him again.
And a violin worth $3 million.

A 22-year-old willowy kid
walking around with three
million bucks under his arm?

I'm telling you, easy pickings.

A cannibalistic violin thief
who eats faces?

Yeah, it's a stretch.

But, uh, see how this is?

Us working together?
Very symbiotic.

You said that already.
What is it, the word of the day?

I'd, uh, like you to be there...

when I, uh,
question the girlfriend.

Can't. I found
microscopic grit on the skull.

Microscopic grit?
That's Hodgins's territory.

- Yes, and Hodgins works for me.
So that makes it my territory.
- Take Angela.

Let her do that thing where
she looks at photographs
and reads people's minds.

No, actually, what she does
is read minute facial indi--

Joke, Dr. Brennan.

How did you meet Gavin Nichols,
Miss Trattner?

I'm a cellist
with the National Symphony.

[ On Headset ]
Gavin guested as first
violinist three years ago.

Check out the photo
of them kissing, huh?
Mega tongue action.

[ Booth, On Headset ]
How long did you
know him this way?

Within a couple of weeks
of our meeting.

[ Scoffs ]
He was barely shaving then.

What is she doing
playing squeeze and squish
with a 19-year-old?

- "Squeeze and squish"?
- I beg your pardon?

- With a 19-year-old.
- Gavin pursued me.

His... tastes ran
to older women.

Miss Trattner, do you think
Gavin was killed for his violin?

No. No one does.

- You can't sell it anywhere.
- [ Typing ]

And we would know by now
if they were trying
to ransom it back.

Can you think of anyone
who'd want him dead?

[ Sighs ] Only every violinist
in the world.

Why? No one had seen left-hand
technique like Gavin's...

since Franz Von Biber.

- I mean, his little finger
was insured for $10 million.
- What?

Great. Thank you, Miss Trattner.

Thank you for your cooperation.
You can leave now.

- Wait a minute, Booth.
- Uh, one-- one moment.

Check out her face
in the quartet photo.

Just one more, uh, question.
I'm sorry. Uh--

What's goin' on here?

It was impossible
not to watch him when he played.

You don't look impressed.
You look sad.

- Like she lost something.
- Like you've lost him.

Because she knew
he was gonna die.

- Like there was someone else.
- There was?

There was someone else
in his life.

- Someone I need to know about.
- Brilliant, Booth.

- You are brilliant.
Okay, this time--
- Shh!

What? I'm sorry. Nothing.

Just quietly,
who was it, Amelia?

[ Book Scuffling ]

[ Sighs ]

Ask her.

- Rona Sumner?
- Who's Rona Sumner?

Wife of Leo Sumner,

Deputy Director
of the Secret Service.

The particles we found
in the skull are pink syenite.

It's the Cadillac of granites.

How did it get on the skull?
I don't know.

But pink syenite
is relatively rare.

Well, how did it get there?
I don't know.

At first, I thought
it was a Brazilian stone
called Sienite Balma.

But trace amounts of magnetite
and this-- this is crucial--
[ Beeping ]

chalcocite, led me to
the Omineca tectonic belt...

in British Columbia, Canada,
and voilà.

There's no indication
on the skull that he was struck.
So how did it get there?

I don't know.
But not a lot of pink syenite
quarried in British Columbia...

has been shipped to D.C.--
none at all in
the last hundred years.

Perhaps the skull was
dropped on a stone floor.

I don't know.

But I discovered
half a dozen sources:

a bridge, some garden walls
on private estates
and one entire bank building.

Send the details to Booth. Yeah.

Hodgins, the reason
that I'm not going out
in the field with Booth...

is that I haven't found
a replacement for Zack.

Well, there is
no replacement for Zack.

I mean, he is good with bones,
excellent at math.

He's pretty brilliant
at making contraptions.

And when our experiments
blew up, it was easy
to pin the blame on him.

My book-- all that
makes Zack irreplaceable.

Exactly. Which is why
I'm stuck in the lab.
Not... some other reason.

The only thing
you can do is forget
about replacing Zack...

and find someone who can just--

just help out around here.

Yes, I was intimately involved
with Gavin Nichols.

And, Mr. Sumner,
I have to ask, were you aware
of your wife's infidelity?

What you really want to ask,
Agent Booth, is if I killed
the boy for bedding my wife.

I have a far more
interesting question.

Why didn't you come armed
with the biggest,
baddest lawyer in town?

I'm more interested
in the killing question.

I did not murder
Rona's fiddle player.

Leo and I have no secrets
from each other.

What you'd like for us
to believe...

is that because
your husband knew
about this dalliance,

there's no motive
for jealousy and murder.

Gavin wasn't my only--

I'll use your word-- dalliance.

- And Mr. Sumner
knew all about them?
- Like Rona said. No secrets.

Would you like names...
to see if Leo murdered
them as well?

- That'd be peachy.
- Just tell us
about Gavin Nichols.

- Every salacious detail?
- Hit the highlights, honey.

I get it.
That's the part you like, huh?
The play-by-play.

I'm heavily involved
in arts patronage.

After I put together
the funding to get Gavin
his violin, we slept together.

We met perhaps once or twice
a month after that--

a total of 11 times.

When was the last time
you saw him?

The night he disappeared
at the Library of Congress.

Agent Booth meant sexually.

The night he disappeared
at the Library of Congress.

Nope. [ Sucks Teeth ]
Not buying it. Sorry, I don't--

I don't feel them.
Don't feel them, see?
Don't feel them.

What Agent Booth means
is that unless you can prove...

that Mr. Sumner knew about
your affair with Gavin Nichols,

this could all have been
a story you cooked up
after killing him.

We thought you might want proof.

Ah! Okay.
So the kid and the cougar
are bumping the uglies.

- [ Sighs ]
- He doesn't just enjoy hearing
about his wife's sex life.

- He gets off on watching.
- Which explains why he
didn't bring in a lawyer.

They didn't murder the kid.
[ Switch Clicks ]

[ Booth ] Where's Bones?

You arrested the deputy director
of the Secret Service
for voyeurism?

Yeah. Bones in her office?
That is awesome.

And really, really stupid. You
gotta love a self-destructive
man with values.

- Right. Where's Bones?
- Right behind you.

Great! I got Charlie to
check out all the places
with that red rock.

Pink syenite. Yeah.
There's only one place...

that uses the pink rock
in its foundation.

It's an old deserted bank
on the Anacostia River.

- Bingo, baby.
- Why "Bingo, baby"?

- I checked into
the ownership of the place.
- Why "Bingo, baby"?

Shell companies
owning defective titles--
blah, blah, blah.

I don't get the significance.

- It's deserted, isolated.
It's a fortress.
- Serial killer heaven.

Look, I want you
to come with me.

I've got work to do here.
Uh, Dr. Brennan.

If this building was used
for some sort of ritual
cannibalistic killing...

as indicated by a skull
which has been gnawed upon,

a trained anthropologist's eye
could be crucial to the case.

Rationally speaking.

[ Man ] Bank's been closed for
years. Doors always locked.
Never a light, nothin'.

[ Booth ] No squatters?
Made 'em sturdy back in the day.
Look at this place.

[ Brennan ] It is clean.
No dust, nothing.

D.C. Building Conservancy
is fighting to keep the place
a historical site.

Maybe if you told me
what you were looking for,
I could help you out.

Oh, you know, bloodstains,
butcher instruments.

Anyplace where human remains
would've come in contact
with granite.

- You're not gonna find
nothing like that up here.
- Up here?

Up... here?

Old vault cut right
into the foundation
of the place.

Hermetically sealed,
insect proof, constant humidity.

It's ideal. Yeah, but we
gotta get inside.

[ Chuckles ] You want me
to kick down the door?

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

When I put your old man in jail,
you said you understood.

Don't start again, Booth.

We'll be together
as soon as I replace Zack.

Yeah. How's that going,
by the way?

[ Clattering, Beeping ]

- We're in.
- Ah, they cracked it.

[ Booth Whispers ] You got it?

All right. You got it? Mm-hmm.

[ Man ] A little bit more.

[ Man #2 ] Okay.

Easy.

You know, maybe you're
mad at me subconsciously.

What? I don't believe in that.

Ah, look, something
has changed between us.

You could at least
admit that so we
could figure it out.

Yeah, I would, yes,
if I actually believed
anything had changed.

[ Whirring, Beeping ]

Get down!

[ Laughs ]
Why are your eyes closed?

I thought we were
gonna get blown up.

It's just a transmitter. Oh.

Now whoever owns this place
knows we're here. Come on.

I'm curious.

In an explosion, how would...

shutting your eyes help?

Huh? I-It just--

It does, okay, Bones?
It just does.

[ Booth ]
Now be careful. We don't know
what else is in here.

[ Brennan ] There's a phrase
in Ancient Greek burned into
the back of the vault door.

Well, what's it say?
I don't know.
It's in Ancient Greek.

Dead languages, Egyptian art,

Pythagorean mathematics,
Hebrew scriptures,

gnosticism,

kabalah, alchemy,

druidism, astrology.

Angela can tell us
for sure, but...

I think these artifacts
are museum quality.

Whoa. Bingo, baby.

I found Gavin Nichols's violin.

Bones.

What, Booth?

What did you find?

I-- I don't know.

What is it? Silver?

Not all these bones are silver.

It's possible we just found
more of Gavin Nichols.

That's Gavin's violin.
What else you got?

This altar is made of the same
pink syenite we found embedded
in Gavin Nichols's skull.

- Where's the rest of him?
- Probably tossed into
dump trucks from overpasses.

All of the bones found here
show teeth marks.

Somebody kidnapped a fiddler
and served him for dinner...

in an old bank vault
stuffed with museum pieces?

I think this is high medieval.

Spanish,
possibly Calabrian in origin.

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

Twelfth-century Calabrian?

You know what that means?

The Order of Alcántara?

You people have
no idea of the reach
of the Illuminati, do you?

- [ Caroline ] No.
- Mm-mmm.

Tell you what else.
This old bank is
an original vortex point...

on the triangular grid
designed by the infamous
architect of D.C.,

Pierre-Charles L'Enfant.

Not to mention the way that
the skeleton is displayed
absolutely suggests--

Okay, okay, we get it.
This is the lair of
a cannibalistic secret society.

Hey, you know what?
You don't want my answers?
Don't ask me the questions.

Someone is replacing
the silver bones in this
sculpture with human bones.

There's no way
this manubrium and this sternum
came from the same person.

- We got a multiple murder?
- Is she pleased?

Hell, you could go
your whole career without
catching something this juicy.

- [ Caroline ] Who had
access to the building?
- The building conservancy.

Run those people. Look for
priors. Childhood cat skinning,
all that.

I'd like permission to move
the contents of this room
to the Jeffersonian.

- It's a bank vault.
- There's room in the basement.

I think this may be one of those
"bring the mountain to Muhammad"
situations.

[ Sighs ]

You were married by John Kakala,

who was the headman
of a hamlet called "Nakavala"
on the island of "Vatulolo"...

during a feast in honor
of the shark god Dakuwaka.

Uh, it doesn't sound wrong.
Can't this headman
tell you who Angela married?

He's dead. Town was wiped out
by a tsunami two years ago.

The island is deserted,
and no one wants to talk...

because the whole place
is haunted and cursed.

Of course it is. Now--
[ Scoffs ]

Well, do you happen to
remember any Australians?

Okay. [ Laughs ]

Look, they have this
local drink called kava...

that is really--

Anyway,
when it comes to memory--

No. Not so much.

Which is probably why
when I tried to sketch him...

[ Sighs ]

I only came up with this.

Handsome.

Why Australians?

Well, on or around the date
of the marriage license,
the, uh--

there was a tramp steamer
out of Adelaide.

The Innocent City
may or may not have been
docked in Vatulolo.

Let's, uh,
track that steamer down.

It's gonna cost. Not an issue.

Thanks.

You having second thoughts?
You kidding?

Hey, this is great.

Like we're on
some epic adventure.

Adventure? [ Laughs ]

These are the bones
we found on the altar.

Can you confirm that any
of these are Gavin Nichols's?

To be 100% positive,
we'd have to check D.N.A.

[ Saroyan ]
All right. Let's get that going.
[ Mock Laughing ]

- Bones, I mean, you see
what's going on here, right?
- What are you talking about?

You're-You're getting them
all to help you now.

Booth, the vault is filled with
priceless artifacts.

And probably materials
stolen from other victims.

- It's gonna take months to sift
through all that evidence.
- No, this is enabling.

You're enabling somebody
with a mental problem.

- Zack.
- No, you. You, Bones.

You're the one
with the mental problem.

Oh, it's Zack! It's Zack!

Oh-ho-ho! [ Laughs ]

[ Laughing ]

What are you doing here?

Can I-- Can I move back into
the place above your garage?

Are you kidding?
Of course. Come here!

- You're banned?
- Welcome home, Zack.

- Did you get wounded
or something?
- No, they just sent me home.

When can you start work?

Nice meetin' you, bub.

Well, if you didn't fill my job,
who's that guy?

Nobody.

Man, you look like crap.

Well, Iraq's not a vacation.

I think you look very rakish.
Are you starving?

Actually, what I'd like is
to get into whatever it was
you were talking about...

before Dr. Brennan's
mental problem.

[ Hodgins Chuckling ]

It's hard to concentrate
when you're all staring at me.

They're happy to see you.

The depth of the teeth scoring
on this skull suggests
that it was cooked.

Meaning the victim was dead
when his face was eaten.
Which is good, I guess.

- Given the alternative.
- I'm seeing an interesting
pattern in the scoring.

From the windshield?
It appears so. But if you
kind of unfocus your eyes...

and allow patterns to arise
from what looks like chaos--

here, here, here.

- I didn't notice that.
- This scoring is different...

from both the gnawing marks
and the damage caused by
crashing through the windshield.

- What is that?
- I don't know.

Did you run it through
the X-ray diffractrometer?

And also
X-ray microfluorescence.

Neither showed trace evidence
of anything left in the bone by
whatever etched that groove.

- Well, that's our answer then.
- But the answer was nothing.

So our, uh, cannibal
has a diamond tooth?

Well, not the entire tooth.
A diamond inset,
left lateral incisor.

It left a distinct mark
on the skull.

So if someone in the building
conservancy or cleaning crew
has a diamond in his tooth,

that's our guy. [ Sucks Teeth ]

You got him.

I'd like to be in on it
when you interrogate him.

- What?
- You would?

- Why are you surprised?
- Wait, are you serious?

I've been trying to get you
out of the lab since Zack left.

Well, Zack's back, so here I am.

- That simple?
- Why? Did Angela
say something to you?

Nah. Angela? Why? What?

Well, I told you this
isn't about psychology.

Fine, fine.
Hey, you know what I say, huh?

Welcome home, Zack.

[ Booth ]
No, it's not just because
you have a diamond tooth.

[ Brennan ] You don't know why
you're here, Jason?

It seems like that part
should be your responsibility.

Think about it.
You're a smart boy, Jason.
You went to private school.

Six of them.
Got kicked out of every one.

Yeah, for attacking people
in their sleep.

I got counseling. I'm cured.

So, you did your
little community service,

mopping floors for
the historical-site people.

How the hell did you
get in the vault?

- At the old bank?
- He just doesn't really strike
me as the kind of guy...

who would sit beside a vault
all night listening to tumblers
through his stethoscope.

He probably found
the combination while he
was cleaning up somewhere.

-[ Booth ] Hmm.
-Nobody can get in the vault.
It's what you call impregnable.

Not true.

This is the transmitter
we found in the vault.

Normal guy comes across
a treasure in a vault.

Starts-- What? Sellin' it off?

You went a whole different way.

Could you bite this, please?

- No.
- Dr. Brennan
was only being polite.

We have a warrant for that
too, Jason.

So, either you bite,
or I'll make you.

What do you need it for?

The diamond in your incisor
left a mark on the skull.

Yeah, the skull
that you gnawed on.

[ Inhales, Exhales Deeply ]

It's not like chicken or pork,
you know?

People always say that.

It's more like beef.

The face is a little sweeter.
More tender.

The younger the person,
the better.

Except for babies.

Babies taste kind of like fish.

Have you been to bed yet?
Iraq is from
a different time zone.

I can't seem to sleep right now.

Fibula and tibia
of the right leg
are from the same person.

Left femur
from a different person.

Three phalanges
and one metacarpal, essentially
an entire little finger,

are from yet another person--
probably the violinist.

How can you tell?
Pressure indicators consistent
with years of practice.

Manubrium and gladiolus
originate from two additional
separate people.

And this floating rib--
an anatomically superfluous rib,
by the way--

is from yet another human being.

Ten bones from
six separate victims. Yes.

Obviously Jason Harkness
was collecting parts from
different people to create--

What? I don't know.

There's potential
for a lot of victims here.
But we caught him.

Yes! We did, Zack.

Dr. Brennan always says
that catching the bad guy
is only part of it.

The rest is knowing
absolutely everything
about the evidence.

Why did they send you
back from Iraq?

I failed to assimilate.

Despite my accomplishments,
I was detrimental
to a military team approach.

You're very good
for our team approach.

The army psychiatrist
told me that
I should question...

why the Jeffersonian
is the only place I can fit in.

All due respect
to the army psychiatrist,

but that's a hell of a lot more
than some people get.

Go home, Zackaroni.
Get some rest.

[ Detective ]
Do you, uh, recognize
any of these men?

How is this any better
than Angela's sketch?
That's him.

I mean, he-- he fits
the general silhouette.

You forgot to mention
that he was a giant.

This may or may not be
the crew of the Australian
tramp steamer Innocent City.

It was scuttled six months
after you were married.

His hands are like snow shovels.

The man that you're
pointing to is known
as Birimbau to his crewmates.

That's it.
His-His name is Birimbau.

Birimbau--
It's obviously a nickname.
It's a Brazilian flute.

Did he speak Portuguese
by any chance?

Yeah, he most definitely
had an accent.

[ Laughing ]
I mean, look-- look at this man.

How hard can it be
to find a guy like that?

Probably see him
from the space shuttle.

Did Birimbau die
when his ship sank?

Oh, that'd be great.

No. No.

What I mean is
we can have him declared dead.

He didn't die. Too bad.

Last time I found him,
he was signed on...

to a Liberian oil tanker
bound for Tierra del Fuego.

Oh. Okay. That narrows it down.

He's a sailor,
he's maybe Brazilian,
and he's named after a flute.

You know what else
narrows it down?

He's a Titan--
half man, half god.

I mean, I can see why--
why you--

- I mean, I totally--
I do. I get it.
- Hodgins, stop it.

Well, look, do I keep looking?
Because if you just wait three
years, you can declare him dead.

Do you want to wait three years?

Do you?

Definitely, absolutely not.

Me either. Okay.

Keep searching, Mr. Doyley.

Zack! Zack!
Well, what did he say?

He said he needed to show us
something immediately.
Show us what?

I don't know. He didn't say.
That's why we're here.

Look out! Zack. Zack?

Zack!

Hi. Why are you
listening to my chest?

- Because I thought
you were dead.
- Why?

You're lying on a stainless
steel table for dead people.
I got tired.

New rules, okay?
Sleeping is for couches
and beds-- stuff like that.

Oh, my God!

What? I thought you'd
want to know.

- What?
- You compared depth,
apogee and dimension?

Yes, three times.

And there's no way
that it was a case
of pre- and post-diamond inset?

What? What? What?

The newest bones, the phalanges
and the skull,

bear only the gnaw marks
of Jason Harkness.

One bone, the femur,
was gnawed upon by Jason
and a second person.

See the distinct second pattern?

So Jason invited
a guest over for dinner?

- Well, I don't know
how to answer that.
- No. Jason was the one invited.

How do you know?
Well, the oldest bones were
gnawed on by another person...

with no diamond in his incisor.

Another person? Not Jason.

There's someone else out there,

probably someone older,
who pulled Jason into this.

Good work, Zack.

See why he should
never have left?

[ Door Clanks ] Great. Thanks.

Show them your badge again. No.

They don't see why
we have to see Jason
in the middle of the night.

The shift changes in two hours.

Can't tell. They could
make us wait till morning.

[ Sighs ]

[ Scoffs ] No. [ Sucks Teeth ]

You weren't upset
because Zack was gone.

- Yes, I was.
- Okay, yeah.
But you were more upset...

over the fact
that I didn't stop him
from going in the first place.

I could've said to him,
"Zack, Iraq is no place
for a guy like you."

And he'd never have left.
You could've stopped him.

Why didn't you do that?

Whatever Zack's deal is,
okay, his weirdness,
whatever you want to call it--

I call it genius.
You know, he's a man.

He's a, um-- He's a strange man,

but he's a man who wanted
to serve a larger purpose.

This is some "alpha male"
rite of passage? No.

You mean, go to war? Wrong. No.

Zack needed to leave the nest,
the same way you did...

when you wanted to leave the lab
and see the world
for the first time.

And I helped you do that.

How could I stop Zack from
doing the exact same thing
in his own way?

[ Door Clangs ] Agent Booth.

- So we came in to wake him.
This is what we found.
- Oh, my God.

[ Guard ]
We're going to full lockup.

Booth says you need me?

I noticed that Jason Harkness
arranged his suicide.

If it was a suicide,
then someone provided
him with the dagger.

His body is arranged
in the same position
as the silver skeleton.

So, Hodgins,
you think that's a coincidence?
[ Laughs ]

So suddenly you think
my insane conspiracy ravings
are legitimate?

- Yes.
- No!

But obviously, there are other
insane people out there...

who have the same ravings,
and we need your insight.

Mm-hmm. All right.

All right. Both the body
and the silver skeleton...

are in the attitude
of what the ancient
Greeks called "pharmakos."

It means scapegoat
or-or sacrifice.

So, what?
Like he's being pulled into
the sky against his will?

You mean, aliens?

One definite possibility, yes.

Also, the rapture.

Now, as I tried
to tell you before,

most secret societies
have this figure
deep in their origins.

For Freemasons,
it's known as the Widow's Son.

Interesting.

Gavin Nichols lost his father
when he was 12.

A widow's son.

All right, so Jason Harkness
killed himself to keep
his secret society secret.

Or was sacrificed.
Hey, all the signs point to it.

Strictly speaking,
the evidence so far indicates
only one other murderer.

This entire vault's
filled with evidence.
Who knows where it'll take us?

Deeper than you can imagine.
Probably get us all killed.

Just so you know. Thanks, man.

No, no,
Hodgins. Hodgins. Really.

Thanks, man.

Yeah, man.

Be safe.

The Ancient Greek section
translated the motto
on the back of the vault door:

"Will no one help
the widow's son?"

Hodgins was right.
This killer's part
of something bigger.

Here's your coffee.
Gavin Nichols's
violin was in there.

I bet there are belongings
from other murder victims too.

We have to catalog
every item in that vault.
Hot coffee.

After we do a visual
and microscopic examination...

of each human bone
in the silver skeleton,

we'll take samples
and do an in-depth
osteological breakdown.

We really have a lot to do.
Yeah, starting with coffee.

An isotope profile will
allow us to narrow down
possible geographical areas--

Hey! It's hot!

You could've
burned yourself, Bones.

Thank you.

Listen, this whole
serial killer-- It's not
gonna be our usual case.

Why? Why? Because it's big,
and he's bad.

I don't see what
difference that makes.
Because you have to slow down.

Right? Take a breath.

You have to realize
that this is not a sprint.
It's gonna be a marathon.

"Marathon," Bones, coming
from the Greek, meaning really,
really, really long run.

That's not how the word
"marathon" originated.

Look, there's something
else I gotta know,
and it's important.

We solid? You and me?

Yeah. No. Not just you and me.

The squints too.
Zack is back for good.

Angela and Hodgins have
their head back in the game.
Cam, she's locked in.

Why are you asking me this?
Because...

you and me, we're the center.

And the center must hold.

Right. So, are we gonna hold?

Yeah.

We'll hold.

We're the center.

The center.

[ Laughs ] What's funny?

I thought you were
gonna kiss my hand again.
I did not kiss your hand.

You put it over my coffee cup.

[ Clears Throat ]
It felt like you kissed it. No.

Felt like it. No.

What's that mean?