All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S02E04 - The Blonde in the Game (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

Hikers aren't supposed

to let their dogs off
the leash back here,

but I'm pretty sure
the dog was running free

when they found the...
what he found.

What's the condition
of the body?

No idea.

Can't get close enough
to examine it.

Why not?

The dog's definitely not
on his leash at this time.

-[dog growling]
-Oh...

Put down the bone.

BOOTH: How the hell are
we gonna get to the body?

Buddy, drop it.

-You don't see that every day.
-Drop it.

RANGER:
Sent for Animal Control.

Take another hour, though.

Drop it now.

I'm so sorry.

He-he's never done anything
like this.

You ever have
a dog, Bones?

-I always wanted a pig.
-A pig?

Very smart and, despite
the popular misconception,

very clean.

I prefer my pig
with a little mint,

a little honey glaze...

Not funny. In some cultures,
dogs can guard corpses,

sometimes to the point
of starvation, so... shoot it.

I'm not-not shooting him

for just doing
what comes naturally.

As far as he's concerned,
you know, finders keepers.

That dog is compromising
the integrity of my remains,

so wing it... him.

BOOTH:
There's another way, Bones.

Dogs love me.

-[growling]
-Nice doggy.

Good pooch.

Ah!

Nice dog.

Good pooch.

[barks]

Whoa! Hey,
we're just gonna wait

for Animal Control.

-I'll do it.
-Oh, yeah.

-[whistles]
-[growling]

Yeah, pine cone's
really gonna... work.

Buddy!

Buddy, come back here!

Okay, I need everybody
to clear the area.

Set up a perimeter.

Clear the area.
Let's set up a perimeter.

-And tell Animal Control...
-Yeah.

-I'll need that bone back.
-Right.

First thing I'll do
when they get here.

BRENNAN:
Victim was female, late teens.

SAROYAN: Blonde. Cause of death
looks like blunt trauma

to the back of the skull.

She was buried face down.

What's that,
some Satanic hoo-ha?

My Uncle Preston
wants to be buried

standing up without a casket.

Pupal casings
and insect remains suggest

she was buried out there
seven to ten years ago.

BRENNAN: Placement of
wrists and ankles

suggests she was bound.

HODGINS: Residue on the medial
malleolus might tell us

what restraints were used.

Oh, look at that.

ADDY:
Yeah, wear to her right

lateral epicondyle
and rotator cuff.

Also repetitive motion damage
to the lower lumbar vertebrae.

-What's that mean?
-Golf.

Hi, Angela.

You look great today.

Thanks, Hodgy.

This is my boho-rocker-artist,

mid-week, take-a-deep-
breath-and-pout look.

Hodgy?

Uh,

I did a facial reconstruction
extrapolating

skin tone from hair color.

For the record, I hate the guy
who killed this girl,

and I hope to hell he burns
in all eternity.

-[snaps fingers]
-That our victim?

Yeah. I found flecks of black

enamel paint in the wound.

Shape suggests
a tire iron.

Tire iron.

[screaming]

Tire iron.

Hands and feet bound.

Buried face down.

Epps.

Hello.

New team member in the room.

Howard Epps--
serial killer on death row.

-Killed at least three.
-We found two of them last year.

The judge stayed
his execution

to try him on the new charges.

You saved his life. Ironic.

BRENNAN:
The time frame fits.

This girl would've been killed

about six months
before Epps went to prison.

Run her through the database,
get an I.D.

-Why don't you just ask him?
-Well, because last time

Bones saw Epps,
it... got violent.

You'll be there to protect her.

BOOTH: She's not the one
who needs protecting.

Bones broke his wrist.

[bone cracks]

He touched me with his creepy
serial killer hands.

Better not take Dr. Brennan.

[door buzzes]

Agent Booth,
what took you so long?

And where's Dr. Brennan?

♪♪

Who is this?

Oh, that's right,
you're chained.

[chuckles]

How about removing
these shackles?

The name, Howie.

The name.

You know...

those hack doctors
at the prison infirmary

did a miserable job
setting my wrist.

It aches all the time,
and I don't have

a full range of movement.

And let me tell you,

when you're stuck
in a prison cell

for 23 hours a day,

there's really only one thing
you can do to pass the time,

and I need my wrist.

Well, I'm sure
Dr. Brennan would be happy

to re-break it for you.

What's that?

Oh, these?

These are crime scene photos.

The ones you like.

Tell you what, you, uh,

you tell me
the girl's name, I'll, uh...

let you take a look.

Everything you need
to win the game

is right there in front of you.

Game?
[scoffs]

You're bored, huh?

Are you playing us?

When Dr. Brennan figures it out,

come and see me again, but
bring your lady scientist.

Otherwise, I don't say a word.

Next time you see
either one of us,

they'll be giving you
a lethal injection.

Classic game theory,
throwing down of the gauntlet.

What?

Conflict of interest arises,
followed by a series of moves

from which divergent strategies

-can be discerned.
-What did he say?

-Epps is playing us.
-BOOTH: Yes.

-That's exactly what I said.
-Zero-sum, obviously.

After a few moves, we'll know
Epps' order of preference.

-What did he say?
-We'll find out what Epps wants.

Look, I already know
what he wants.

I told you-- he wants Bones

sitting across the table
from him.

Three rational players--
me, Booth and Epps.

What about the
non-deliberative agent?

-What did she say?
-In a game,

there tends to be one "N"
rational players,

and a non-conscious,

non-deliberative agent.

What did Epps talk about

before he said
all the information you needed

-was in front of you?
-Mom,

Bones, blondes,
his wrist being

set badly after
Bones broke it,

and, um, you know, he...

he made the point
that he

really needed his wrist.

Chronic masturbation.

The game may be

all about self-gratification.

The phrase he used was
"right in front of us."

Yes.

The blonde is
right in front of us.

And she has a wrist.

Well, two, in fact.

You know, if you had a pet pig,
what would you name him?

Jasper.

ADDY: This wrist looks
completely normal.

Here-- the right
hamate bone.

Hamate.

Oh, coloration is off.

It's slightly greasy compared

to the surrounding bone.

It's about an eighth
of an inch bigger

than the same bone
on the outside.

This hamate bone does not belong
with these remains.

It belongs with the second body.

There's another victim
out there somewhere.

Round one goes to Howard Epps.

Why?

Because he gets what he wants.

Me in the room with him.

Who's that?

Oh, that is, uh,

Caroline Epps.

Howard's sister?

Uh, no...
Howard's wife.

Well, he didn't have
a wife last year.

Oh, they got married
about four months ago.

Heads up, Bones--
it's our turn

to visit the psychotic,
murderous maniac.

Bastard.

Hi, Mrs. Epps.

I'm Special Agent
Seeley Booth.

This is Dr. Brennan.

Oh, Agent Booth,

Howard's told me you both saved
his life last year.

It was our pleasure.

What?
Uh, I was disappointed.

Extending Howard's life has
given him time to come to grips

with what he's done

to ask God for forgiveness.

Then we did the right thing
by having his execution stayed.

-Are you on some kind
of medication?
-Bones.

Dr. Brennan,
I'm not one of those crazy women

who falls in love
with death row killers.

-Obviously,
that's exactly what you are.
-Listen, if the prison ever

gives you a hard time
in coming to see your husband,

just give me a call,
I might be able to help.

Thank you, Agent Booth.

-Are you serious? She's crazy.
-Chop-chop, let's go.

-Thank you. Nice to see you.
-Nice to meet you both.

Why were you nice to her?

[whispering]:
'Cause we might need her.

Ah, Dr. Brennan, you came.

I got your message.

We're analyzing
the wrist bone right now.

We just met your wife.

-[snaps fingers]
-She seems very nice.

Caroline's a hairdresser.

[door buzzes]

I'm glad you came.

Hope you come back
after you analyze the bone.

Caroline's the best
I could do in here.

Yeah, not your usual type,
Howie.

I mean, not young,
not blonde...

Not dead.

Bones, could you
please shut up?

Excuse me?

Is this why you
duct-taped their mouths?

Because that I understand.

That's the lamest attempt
at bonding I've ever seen.

[inhales]

You smell that?

What, my stinky effort to bond?

Antiseptic.

My mother smelled
like that.

Obsessed with germs.

She washed her hands
with ammonia.

Mine, too.

My one regret?

I didn't make her
my first victim.

Put her under a little
stone cross years ago.

Okay.

-Okay, what?
-Okay.

Okay.

[knocking, door opens]

BOOTH:
Don't be mad at me, Bones.

My telling you to
shut up was a ploy.

Now he thinks
you're an idiot.

Game theory, Bones, okay?

For two players to gain
advantage over the one,

they must be distinct
from each other.

-Where'd you get that?
-From me.

I suggested that
you be the smart one.

BOOTH:
Which, you know, left me

making a ploy that, uh,
was supposed to be lame.

-Don't enjoy this.
-What?

The only reason I am playing
his game is to discover

the identity
of this young woman.

We've made
no progress on that.

Check the junior golf leagues.

Given the amount of wear to
her shoulder, elbow and spine,

she must have started
golfing at an early age.

I found minute traces
of gypsum and selenium

on the mystery wrist bone.

Also phenolphthalein,

which is a kind of laxative.

[chuckles]
Laxatives show up in bones?

No. Not even after years
of ingestion.

The laxative is on
the surface of the bone.

I-I have no explanation.

We have scoured
every inch of her.

X-rayed her, run her
through an MRI...

What clue are we missing?

The laxative is the one thing
that makes no sense.

Last time,
it was masturbation.

Did he reference bowel
movements?

He mentioned his mother
was a germaphobe,

scrubbing his hands
with ammoni...

-Ammonia.
-Ammonia.

Oh, why didn't you say so?

Ammonia.

Booth thinks we should get
together and buy Brennan a pet.

-What kind of a pet?
-A pig.

And I don't think
he means a guinea pig.

A real pig-- like a mulefoot,
saddleback or potbelly.

You want to expose a piece of
crucial evidence to ammonia gas?

-No.
-Besides being a laxative,

phenolphthalein is
a sensitive pH indicator.

Colorless, unless
it's exposed to ammonia.

The second you expose this bone,
it's useless.

Epps wants you
to destroy evidence.

Why would he want us
to destroy evidence he planted?

Why would he plant evidence
at all?

It might be a win-win
scenario for him.

If his endgame

is to disorient Dr. Brennan,

he can do that
by ruining evidence

-that he himself planted.
-Fine.

You can perform the experiment.

So... glasses.

[pump engine whirring]

[exhaust whirring]

SAROYAN:
What is that?

Not sure.

Freemason symbol.

Hey, this explains
the buried-face-down thing.

Ah, it's all starting
to come together.

These crossed hammers
prove that Epps

is working for the top
level of the Illuminati.

That's the cartographic symbol
for a mine.

Oh.

Epps is telling us that
the second victim's in a mine?

What kind of mine?

One that contains
gypsum and selenium.

BRENNAN: In prison,
Epps mentioned a stone cross.

That's what we should be
looking for inside.

Okay, this is the only
abandoned gypsum mine

within Epps's known
killing ground

to also contain selenium.

Six entrances,
hundreds of shafts,

and half of
it's flooded.

All right.

You just follow my lead
and watch yourself

in there, okay?
Thank you.

I don't think Epps would
make it that hard for us.

Yeah, well, Epps said he
wished he'd buried his mother

under a stone cross.

I bet that is a hint.

Okay, people, listen up!

-I'm calling in
a "splunking" team...
-Spelunking.

Spelunking team
with imaging capabilities

to look for a stone cross.

Till they get here, let's focus
on the ventilation shafts--

hold on-- to the west
of the main shaft.

What?

Oh. Never mind.

[Brennan groans]

Can we get some, uh, light
down this shaft, please?

BRENNAN:
It's the cross, Booth.

BOOTH:
That is, uh...

definitely a cross.

-Will you help me move these?
-Move what?

The rocks.

[sighs]

Bones.

[groaning]

Well, it's definitely human,
but...

What?

Well, Cam can be
more precise,

but I don't think this is
more than a week old.

Epps has been in prison for
seven years, which means

he has an accomplice killing
people, on the outside.

Then I wonder
how many more there are.

This is where the
hamate bone was taken.

Victim is female,
mid-teens.

Extensive contusions
around the ankles.

Yes, and bone damage, too.

Hip displacement,
elongation of the spine.

[chains rattling]

[screaming]

He hung her upside down.

I agree-- and while she
was still alive, too.

Is that part of Epps's M.O.?

-No.
-So his accomplice threw in

-some flair of his own.
-Nine years ago,

Epps kills someone
and buries her.

He goes to jail seven years ago.

Last week, his accomplice
kills another girl

and swapped wrist bones

with the girl
Epps buried nine years ago.

BRENNAN:
How do they communicate?

Inmates are allowed
phone calls,

visitors, letters,

-but those are all monitored.
-He has a wife.

Look at this.

It's a burn--
cigarette probably.

And there's this.

It was jammed
in her shoe.

She wasn't wearing it?

The, uh, mine victim's
dental work

identifies her
as Sarah Koskoff,

Bethesda, Maryland--
disappeared

three weeks ago.

16 years old.

Sarah Koskoff.

She fits Epps'
victim profile perfectly.

-[phone ringing]
-Brennan.

BOOTH: Yeah, Bones, it's me.
Listen, I talked

to Sarah Koskoff's parents.

They said her dream was
to own her own beauty shop.

She worked for a hair salon

in the city.

-Don't tell me.
-Yep.

M Salon, Cleveland Park,
owned by Caroline Mapother.

Now known as Caroline Epps.

You know, you remember
when I was nice to her

and you weren't?

This is why.

Thank you.

-[door closes]
-BOOTH: Hi.

Hi.

I-Is Howard okay?

Howard's fine, Mrs. Epps.

Don't have to worry
about anything.

I couldn't help but notice
the, uh, "help wanted" sign

in the window.

Did you recently lose
one of your employees?

It's, uh...

hard to keep help
that doesn't steal from you.

Sarah Koskoff steal from you?

No.

Why? What did she do?

She died.

Yeah, I'm afraid I'm
gonna have to ask you,

but when was the last time
you saw her?

Three weeks ago.

She just stopped coming to work.

Sh-She died?

Did you ever, uh...

talk to Howard about her?

I don't know. Maybe.

Howard ever see
a picture of Sarah?

I-I don't like this.

What's going on?

She was found buried...
face down,

in an abandoned mine.

Back of her head bashed in,

wrists, ankles tied.

Your husband's M.O.

Poor Sarah.

But Howard...

H-Howard has been in prison
for the last seven years.

How could he kill anyone?

He has an accomplice.

You think it's me?

You love your husband.

I love the good in Howard.

I reject the evil.

We're going to have
a child together.

I've petitioned the court
to let Howard donate.

Yeah.
[clears throat]

I have a search warrant here

for your home
and your shop.

You don't need a search warrant.

You can look
anywhere you want,

because you won't find anything.

BOOTH:
Sarah Koskoff

was hung upside down
before she was killed.

That suggests a torture room.

I was hoping...

it was in the basement
of the beauty salon,

but, uh, my agents,
they didn't find anything.

What's that?

Religious medal.

Sarah had
in her possession.

St. Agnes,

Patron Saint of Young Women.

Especially those
who remain pure.

How do you know all that?

I'm Catholic, Bones.

"SAHS."

Yeah, St. Agnes High School.

Except... Sarah Koskoff
went to public school.

Oh, God.

What? What does it mean?

It means I have to go
talk to a nun.

SISTER:
We have no student

at St. Agnes
named Sarah Koskoff.

Maybe she's a-a friend
of one of your girls?

As soon as you
called me last night,

we implemented
a telephone tree,

asking precisely that question--
no response.

Do the names Howard Epps,
Caroline Epps,

Caroline Mapother
mean anything to you?

May I have the keyboard?

Yes, Sister, yeah,
of course, here.

I need to enter
a password.

Oh, yeah.

I'll-I'll be right over here.

I'm Catholic.

I-I go to Mass every Sunday.

Almost every Sunday.

I'm very trustworthy.

Nobody by any of those names.

I feel that I have been

very patient in regard

to not asking
what this is about.

Oh. Murder victim.

A young girl

was, uh, found
with this religious medal.

Helen Majors.

Helen Majors?

Who is that?

This golden medal is given

to the Holy Spirit Award winner
every year.

I presented this medal
to Helen Majors myself.

May we please see Helen Majors?

Talk to her?

Helen left school
three days ago.

No one has seen her since.

BRENNAN: Three days ago,
Helen had that medal.

Yesterday, we found it
with Sarah Koskoff's dead body.

It's possible Helen
is still alive.

We have Caroline Epps
under surveillance.

-[phone ringing]
-[sighs] I hate this.

-Booth.
-I don't want to find

that girl's remains
in some mine, Booth.

Reiner Hatin? Address.

7408 Haskell Street,
Cleveland Park.

22-705 to Control,

I'm en route
to a possible HRT incident

at 7408 Haskell Street;
requesting backup.

DISPATCH: Affirmative, 22-705--
7408 Haskell.

-What?
-Epps's prison letter logs show,

in the last year,
he wrote six letters

to a man by the name
of Reiner Hatin

at that address.

Caroline Epps might not be

Epps's accomplice
after all.

-What are you doing?
-Where's the siren

-on this thing?
-Don't touch.

[siren wailing]

[tires screech]

-Okay, Bones, I'm going in,
you're gonna wait outside.
-Booth...

-No, I don't want
to hear it, all right?
-It's...

When backup arrives,

-tell them there's a
federal agent inside.
-But the...

-Which one is it?
-[clears throat]

[sirens approaching]

Great, a vacant lot.

I tried to tell you.

[door buzzes]

Did you hear?

I'm gonna be a father.

The judge granted
our petition

for artificial
insemination.

When I make my donation
to the baby bank,

I'm gonna be thinking about you.

Who is Reiner Hatin?

Ah, Reiner.

[speaking German]: Alter Freund
mit ahnlichem Geschmack.

The letters were addressed
to a vacant lot.

I must have written
the address down wrong.

I'm slightly dyslexic, you know.

Hey, come here.

You know, I really
enjoyed playing your game.

But now, you know what?
There is a girl

out there, hanging upside down
with duct tape over her mouth.

BRENNAN:
Booth, let him go.

Let him go.

[groans]

[door opens, buzzes]

For all your faults,

Mr. Epps,
you were never interested

in letting your victims suffer.

You didn't torture them.

You're not that kind of man.

She's an innocent child.

She's a young woman.

And there's no such thing
as an innocent woman.

Look within yourself.

You know I'm right.

You know,
I'm just guessing here,

you understand,
but I think you'll find

that Helen Majors has
less than 24 hours to live.

[singsongy]:
Better get going.

[chain clinks]

Sorry.

[laughing]

What are you asking me for?

You said you've dealt
with manipulative men before.

Sweetie,
this is a psycho killer,

not some loser
who wants you

to cosign a loan
for his Jet Ski.

Epps is pushing
me around, Ange.

He's in control; I hate that.

You know...

Epps is acting
kind of like a boyfriend.

[chuckles]

What?

Well, you obviously
fascinate him.

He can't have you

and he can't kill you,

so he wants to make
you hate yourself.

God, Ange,

what kind of boyfriends
have you had?

Let's keep the focus
on you and Epps, okay?

Okay.

Epps knows that you'll never
forgive yourself if you don't

find Helen Majors
before she's murdered.

Not only is Helen
being tortured, but...

her family must be in agony.

You see?

This is what he's doing.

He's putting pictures
in your mind.

He's messing with
your objectivity.

There's nothing
I can do about that.

You have to step back.

Okay? Let the rest of us deal

with the families.

You find Helen.

That'll keep Epps from

getting a Jet Ski out of you.

Bones, Caroline Epps--
not an accomplice.

She was at work when Helen
Majors was kidnapped.

[speaking German]: Alter Freund
mit ahnlichem Geschmack.

Yeah, whatever.

It means "old friend with
similar tastes" in German.

I don't know, Epps telling us
the name of his accomplice?

That's too easy.

Well, if it's too easy,

-then why can't we find him?
-You know what?

He talked about
impregnating Caroline.

Ugh! What is with
Caroline Epps?

I mean, why have a child
with a monster like him?

What's she gonna tell
the child when it grows up?

"Hi, your daddy's
a monster."

W-Wait, look, time out.

You got to detach
from this, all right?

We let Epps get
under our skin--

it's exactly
what he wants.

Zack was right.
Epps is trying to break us.

Not only did we save his life,
but he is still killing.

I found traces of ethylene oxide
and high levels

of an antibacterial agent
on Sarah's ankles.

Also, polymer residue found
in polygenex latex glove liners

used by people
who handle toxic substances.

Airport screeners, cops...

Wait, prison guards?

Lauren Hathaway was

a nationally ranked
junior golfer in 1997.

Yeah, it's Booth.

I need to know if
Howard Epps ever had

a prison guard by the
name of Reiner Hatin.

She disappeared on May 9th,

after leaving
the Southampton Country Club

in Raleigh, North Carolina.

Check and see
if any guard changed his name.

"Reiner" is
German for "pure."

-Epps has a thing about that.
-Translate the name

and see if that comes back
in any form,

then you get back to me.

That's the victim
from the park?

Her father is in your office.

What?

Why didn't you say that?

Uh, uh, you were on the phone.

Booth...

I can't do this one.

Maybe Angela can help.

All right, I'll take care of it.

MAN: My wife died

five years after
Lauren disappeared.

I think, because
she just gave up hope.

Part of me is glad
she's not here today for this.

MONTENEGRO:
We're sorry for your loss,

Mr. Hathaway.

For both your losses.

BOOTH:
When Lauren disappeared,

the police originally
suspected her golf coach.

Yes, he'd had an affair

with one of his students
the year before.

Ironically, his alibi was that
he was with another student.

Does the name Reiner Hatin

-mean anything to you?
-No.

Do you recognize this man?

No.

I'm not helping, am I?

That photograph is current.

Here are some drawings

that show what he might

have looked like
ten years ago.

Hmm.

Yes, that one.

He was a-a greenskeeper
at the club.

He helped us load the car
one day.

I remember because he told
Lauren she looked just like

his mother when she was young.

It was an odd thing to say.

I told the police about it
when she disappeared.

Why didn't they arrest him?

Caroline Epps,
she knows something.

She just won't talk to me.

Why?

I'm a man,
last time I checked.

But she'll talk
to a woman?

-[singsongy]:
That's my thinking.
-Fine, I'll do it.

Oh, no, you can't
sarcasm it out of her.

You have to connect.

You don't want
to send Brennan?

No. Angela.

Angela is an artist,

an expert in 3-D reconstruction.

Well, unlike you and Bones,
Angela is, uh...

What?

She's better with the living
than she is the dead.

Fine, I'll go tell her
what she's just volunteered for.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming.

I've told you people
everything I know.

I-I don't see the point of this.

I know this is disturbing.

I find it very upsetting,
and I'm...

not married
to the man who did it.

-I love Howard, Ms. Montenegro.
-WAITRESS: Here you go.

I believe you.

No one's ever said that to me.

I think you'd have
to love him very much

to be willing to overlook
what he's done.

Done in the past.

The thing is...

we're not so sure
that it was in the past.

For Howard,

it's obvious what he likes.

Blonde girls.

Not me, you mean.

Men can't hide what they like.

For Howard, it's this.

Men can change
what they look at.

Does Howard ever
just look at you?

So you just feel

his eyes adoring you?

He... he asks for magazines,

DVDs.

He's... he's very specific.

He likes blonde girls.

Always the blonde girls.

M-Maybe if I...
if I dyed my hair...

I'm sorry,
I have to ask you something.

Have you ever delivered
any messages for Howard?

"Don't you miss them?"

I'm sorry?

I wrote the message,

"Don't you miss them?"

on a... on a...
on a piece of paper

and slipped it into a mailbox.

Whose mailbox?

A man named Henry Gerber,
who Howard knew from prison.

Howard calls Henry

"the Mad German."

When did you deliver
the message?

Five days ago.

Thank you.

Can-can...

Will you sit with me

just a moment longer?

I'm... I have to make
a phone call.

You understand?

But after that,
I'll sit with you...

as long as you like.

FBI. Hands in the air.

That's it. Now move
over there slowly.

Ah! Keep your hands

-where I can see them.
-I can't do both.

Booth.

[woman moaning on TV]

BOOTH:
Easy.

Where's Henry Gerber?

I'm Henry Gerber.

There is no way a man
in a wheelchair

could have killed
Sarah Koskoff

or swapped hamate bones
with Lauren Hathaway.

All right,
Epps got us again, huh?

Gerber is paralyzed
from the waist down

because Epps knifed him
just before he was paroled.

HODGINS: So, what, his message
"Don't you miss them?"

meant what, his legs?

Epps is good.

Not morally,
of course,

but it's a classic feint
and parry misdirect.

Delivered via his wife.

He gets off on screwing
with people's lives.

Where are we on Reiner Hatin?

Nowhere.

I had some thoughts.

Perhaps the point isn't that
German is a different language,

but that it's actually
a different language.

Great. Thanks, Zack,
for being so helpful.

-Go on.
-More broadly speaking,

I mean, like an anagram
or an inner or secret language.

These are phrases I've found
in English.

Perhaps in German...

No, the whole German thing
was a ruse.

If it's anywhere, it's here.

HODGINS:
"Rant herein I."

You know, like inner
schizophrenic voices.

ADDY:
"Are inner hit"

could mean...

I don't really do
the poetry thing.

"Neither rain,"
no, neither...

neither rain nor sleet

nor dead of night...

The postal service motto.

HODGINS:
Hey, the guy's all about

-sending messages.
-Mail to an empty lot,

messages dropped in mail slots.

Postal workers
wear polygenex gloves.

Who received the letters
Epps sent to that empty lot?

MAN [over speakerphone]:
Letters with an
invalid address

and no return address
go to the dead letter office.

Who has access?

The sorting staff and the
mail carrier for that route.

Stream us the route
which includes

7408 Haskell Street,
Cleveland Park, right?

Yes, but there is
no 7408 Haskell Street.

Got it.

There-- that's Caroline Epps's
beauty salon.

It's St. Agnes High School.

The killer picked his victims
from a postal route.

Tell us the name
of the mail carrier.

I can do better than that.

All I ask is that
when this goes to the press,

nobody uses the word
"disgruntled."

I'm so sorry. He's never done
anything like this.

Booth...

-Yeah, I got it.
-What?

That's the guy
who found

-the first body.
-Found it because

he knew where it was buried.

Let's go.

-[barking]
-Whoa...

[growling, barking]

Oh, great, him again.

I'll need a pine cone.

Listen, dog,
I will shoot you

in the head if you don't
cut it out right now!

[whimpers]

Oh.

Oh.

God.

I hate the serial killer
wall of death.

This is Sarah Koskoff.

Helen Majors.

BRENNAN:
They were so young, so innocent.

Lauren Hathaway.

Southampton Country Club--

That's where Epps
and his accomplice met.

Lappin maintained
the golf carts.

-[dialing]
-He's winning, Bones, all right?

We're this close to saving
Helen Majors' life.

Running out of time.

-HODGINS: Yeah?
-Hodgins, it's me.

Is there anything you can tell
us about where Sarah Koskoff

was held before her body
was dumped in the gypsum mine?

The only substance I can't
explain is ethylene oxide.

What about the ethylene oxide
plus the antibacterial agents?

It could be a lot of things.

I'll set up
a statistical model,

give you four or five scenarios.

There is no time.
A girl's life is at stake here.

Just give me
your best guess, right now.

I can't just guess.

I have a process!

What if I guess
and the girl dies?

No. No way.

All right,
just simmer down, Hodgins.

We're all just trying
to do our best

in this situation right now.

Jack...

Hodgins, are you still there?

Hey.

Pretend it's me asking, okay?

Look, we're just
exchanging theories

here at work, like always.

Two substances. Right?

Put them in the same
place at the same time.

Either they mean
something or they don't.

Hodgins, you there, buddy?

Yeah, just give me
a second, please!

We don't have a second!

Booth, do you think you could
just stop talking, please?

Okay, all right, uh...

antibacterial agents,

and, uh, he-he's
a postal worker.

-Okay.
-[sighs]

What else, Jack?

-Anthrax.
-Anthrax?

After the anthrax attacks
in 2001,

the post office shut down
several sorting centers.

Okay. All right.

Tell me.

Uh, they used ethylene oxide
and this antibacterial agent.

That's how they cleaned them.
Not all of them reopened.

So it's possible Sarah was kept
at an abandoned sorting center?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

I knew you'd come through
for me, buddy. Good work.

[exhales]

All right.

-Here.
-I didn't even have to ask.

Yeah, well, just be
careful, all right?

Don't shoot me, don't shoot
Helen Majors. Otherwise...

[clanking, chain rattling
in distance]

Please.

[sobbing]:
Please.

BOOTH:
Helen...

Please... please help me.

All right, all right,
all right, easy.

All right, I got you,
I got you.

I got you, all right?
Where is he?

-He just left.
-He just left?

-I don't know where he went.
-Bones,

stay here with her.

Stay right there.

Don't leave me.

Please don't leave me.

[grunts]

[gunshot]

[gurgling]

[groans]

Is he dead?

Yeah, he's dead.
[groans]

I had to shoot him.

Yeah.

I'm glad you did.

Well done.

Really.

Game's over, Howie.

Yes. I won.

Only if you wanted
your accomplice dead.

Lappin's dead?

Shot resisting arrest.

Who shot him?

It was you, wasn't it?

You shot him?

Did he take long to die?

Did he suffer?

This is better
than I hoped.

I thought it would be you.

How did it feel?

Dirty, yes?

But there's also a rush.

Pleasure.

Part of you liked it.

This whole game
was to have us kill someone?

Who's gonna tell
Lappin's mom?

She loves him
very much, you know.

Without her son,
she'll be

completely alone
in this sad world.

We're done with you.

You're never gonna
see us again. Come on.

I'm pretty sure you're wrong
about that, Agent Booth.

Vodka?

[chuckles]

It's water.

But it's... on the rocks.

You know, Bones, I'm not sure
you grasped the basic theory

on how to get drunk.

Hey.

[groans]

What you need to do is
order a shot of hard liquor

from a bartender named Shakey,
[chuckles]

tell him to leave
the bottle on the bar.

I'm fine, Booth.

I'm sitting here,
thinking about it and...

I'm fine.

[clears throat]

Okay.

What I'm getting from you here,
Bones, is that you're fine.

He murdered Sarah.

He was about
to murder Helen.

Why should I feel upset
about shooting him?

You know, I mean, if I was going
to be upset, which I'm not,

it would be because
Epps thinks he beat us, so...

He didn't.

I know.

You're upset because
you think he beat us.

And you know what?

He did.

Beat us?

Yeah.

You just said that he didn't.

Well, I changed my mind.

What, in the last three seconds?

You know,
you're afraid that Epps

turned you into him,
into a killer.

You have to come to grips
with the fact that you killed

another human being.

Because when you kill someone...

you know, there's a cost.

A steep cost.

I know. I've done it.

♪ It don't matter...

I did the right thing.

I know.

I was there.

♪ No, the sun
is gonna rise... ♪

[sighs] Look what I did.

[sniffles]

It doesn't matter.

It does. It matters.

Got something for you.

♪ It don't matter
to the moon... ♪

A bottle of hard liquor?

The next best thing.

♪ If you're not
in my life... ♪

Hmm?

[chuckles softly]

Meet... Jasper.

♪ No, the moon will just
keep hanging round ♪

♪ Hanging round...

[both chuckle]

[laughs softly]

You're gonna be okay.

♪ It don't matter
to the moon... ♪

Yeah?

Definitely.

♪ But it matters to me

♪♪

What's that mean?