All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S02E12 - The Man in the Cell (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[indistinct radio transmission,
siren wailing in distance]

[men shouting]

BOOTH:
Hey, where'd the fire start?

Not sure yet.

-It spread through
the ducting, though.
-[yawning]

Maybe you'd like something
a little bit more exciting, huh?

Like Attica.

My neighbors are
renovating their apartment.

One of the workmen
left his radio on.

Hip-hop is not
conducive to sleep.

INMATE:
Hey! Can you get
me out of here?

BRENNAN:
Whoa, are you allowed to put

that many men
in one cell?

Let's cut the warden
a little slack, okay, Bones?

There was a riot.

The cell doors open
automatically in a fire.

The guards had
to subdue the inmates

so the firefighters
could do their jobs.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You stay close.

-Okay?
-Okay.

A lot of these animals
haven't seen a real woman

-since Reagan was president.
-Okay.

Body's in here.

[men shouting indistinctly]

BOOTH:
Okay, you're sure
this is Howard Epps?

This is his cell.

Why not keep him on death row?

We don't have one.

He was transferred
to Bayview

so he could be closer to the
courthouse for his trial.

BRENNAN:
The victim is male.

Approximately 30 years of age.

He matches Epps'
general size and build.

Contortion indicates
a painful death.

Well, after killing four teenage
girls that we know about--

it's just what
the doctor ordered.

It seems as if someone
threw accelerant on him,

lit him on fire.

Hey, look, any idea
who would want him dead?

All the inmates hated him.

Once the fire started,
it was chaos.

Could have been anyone.

-Booth?
-Yeah?

This is the wrist I broke.

So?

So, this break is fresh.

So, bones--
they break in a fire, right?

Yes, but...

there's no sign
of a prior break.

This man's wrist was slammed

against a hard edge
within the last few hours.

Whoa, what are you saying?

[sighs]
This is not Howard Epps.

WARDEN:
That's impossible.

Okay, look, all your prisoners--
are they accounted for?

They are if this is Epps.

What about the guards?

They've all reported in.

Whoa...

What now "whoa"?

The dye from the tattoo
survived the fire.

DC Fire Department.

He was a firefighter.

So you're saying that the
fireman comes in to save Epps,

but Epps kills him,

takes his uniform,
sets him on fire.

And walks right out
the front door.

Son of a bitch.

-Lock this place down now.
-[phone dialing]

-I want this whole block
locked down.
-Yeah, it's Booth.

-No one in or out.
-Listen, I need you
to close off

a 30-mile radius of the
Bayview Federal Penitentiary.

Howard Epps escaped.

[prisoners clamoring]

ADDY:
He looks short,
don't you think?

MONTENEGRO:
Is that important?

You were supposed
to say no.

ADDY:
But you are short.

Yeah, and the article
describes you as robotic.

Yeah, and wildly
intelligent.

Did you really call me

"The heart of the operation"?

Yeah. That was before
you called me "short."

Hey, Zack called you short.

I think you're just
the right height.

Yeah?

Short men have better leverage.

ADDY:
I'm feeling
uncomfortable.

SAROYAN:
Any answers?

Hope you enjoyed your
15 minutes of fame, people,

'cause we have a psycho on the
loose, so it's back to work.

I photograph well.

Okay, so what have we got?

The accelerant
was distilled alcohol.

ADDY:
Fractures are consistent
with Dr. Brennan's theory.

The victim's wrist was broken
to match Epps' injury.

A blow to the head
rendered him unconscious.

He was then set on fire.

If there was ever anyone
who should be in Gitmo...

I agree.

But he's not, he's out.

And that means more victims
unless we stop him first.

Which we will do,
or they'll be

another article written about us
that won't be so kind.

Where's Dr. Brennan?

She and Booth are talking
to Epps' wife.

Okay. I.D. the remains.

I'm no longer involved
in Howard's life.

That's hard to believe,
being his wife and all.

Ex-wife.

The judge signed my divorce
papers last month.

BOOTH:
Why didn't it work
out exactly?

Was it a lack of quality time

or all the women
he bludgeoned to death?

I thought I could help Howard,
but he used me.

I haven't had any contact
with him

in over six months.

Well, I'd like to place you
in protective custody

until we find him.

That won't be necessary.

BRENNAN:
Mrs. Epps, the women
in Howard's life

don't tend to live very long.

I appreciate your
concern, Dr. Brennan,

but I've changed
jobs, apartments.

BOOTH:
We...

found you.

Hey, Howard could, too.

I have a new life...
and a new boyfriend.

Raymond's a good man.

-If he found out...
-BRENNAN: We all have secrets

in our past, Mrs. Epps.

Admittedly not as bizarre
as yours,

but you shouldn't

risk your life just because
you're embarrassed

to tell your boyfriend
the truth.

Howard's interest
is in young blonde girls.

I'm not even his type.

If he contacts you...

I'll call.

What...?
You can't let her go.

She's not safe.

Well, I can't force her
to take protection, all right?

I'll have the local police,
you know,

drive by her house
every couple hours,

and make sure she's safe.

And you know what,
you're not safe, either.

But I'm not unhinged.
I can take care of myself.

You and Epps--
okay, it's personal.

You're everything
that he hates.

What is that exactly?

Well, you know, you're a smart,
strong, confident woman.

And, uh, figured him out,
you made him feel powerless.

So he's going to want
to, uh, prove that, uh,

you're weak and inferior.

So, you are not to go out
on your own ever.

-BOOTH: Hi.
-Hey, did the wife
give you anything?

Oh... chills.

Look, I need you to double
security here at the lab.

You think Epps is going
to come after Brennan?

I can't rule anything out
when it comes to Epps.

I'll take care of it.

Look, I-I don't want you
to be alone, either.

Are you inviting me over?

I'm just thinking that everyone

should just stay here
at the lab.

Leave it to a serial killer
to spoil the mood.

Whatever security
you think is enough...

you double it, Camille.

I'm glad you're
on my side, Seeley.

MONTENEGRO:
The burn victim
is Donald Kent,

a decorated firefighter.

Epps would appreciate
the irony.

You know, Kent was still alive
when he was set on fire.

How many victims
does that make?

Seven... that we know of.

And they aren't just young
blonde women anymore.

No, they aren't.

He's such a monster.

He's killed
from behind bars

and new victims keep
turning up, and now he's out.

We will find him, Ange.

We're ready this time.

I'm not.

Look, I have
some sick days coming.

And I was thinking that since
Epps makes me sick, that...

We need you, Ange.

Hodgins certainly does.

That was low.

I know.

Did it work?

How do you deal with the fear?

I... have this.

Oh, my God.

That... that thing is huge.

Whoa, wow.

That's like
movie huge.

Where the hell
did you get that?

The mall.

The mall?

Yeah, it's pretty big, right?

Bigger than the one you have.

BOOTH:
Excuse me, it's
not the size

that matters,
it's how you use it.

Well, I think size
is pretty important.

The point is that you shouldn't
have a gun in the first place.

If you do have one,
bigger is always better.

You're not helping.

Right, yeah, this does seem
like a private conversation.

BOOTH:
Yeah, private.

-Okay.
-Okay, you know,
people see you with that,

the next thing you know
everyone in this place

is going
to start packing.

This is America--
get used to it.

[phone ringing]

Brennan.

I'd forgotten how nice it was
to breathe fresh air.

[mouths words]
Epps!

We will find you, Howard.

We'll see.

I can't tell you how nice it is

to be out of that
stupid orange jumpsuit.

I mean, I have a IQ of 180,
for God's sake,

and they had me dressed
like a pumpkin.

You burned a man alive.

Means to an end.

Everything is a means
to an end, Dr. Brennan.

I thought it was just
women you were after.

I felt the need to grow
as a human being.

What is it you want?

You must want something
or you wouldn't be calling.

Yes.

I want you to know that
everything that happens

from here on in is your fault.

Wha...?

What's going to happen, Howard?

I can't answer
all your questions.

Use your head, Dr. Brennan.

Use your head.

Okay, we got it.

He's in a pay phone
on Water Street and 23rd.

[disconnect signal beeping,
sirens wailing]

BOOTH:
Bus stop. Three
different lines.

They run through here.

I want you to check
every bus stop.

See any witnesses--
you bring them to me.

Booth, Epps left
us something.

What is that?

It's bone.

Shaved down by a
rough sandpaper.

Hodgins found
mica grit.

I'll tell you this.

If Epps comes near Angela,
I'll kill him.

What about the rest of us?

Everyone will be fine.

Cam increased security.

And you have
the big gun.

[chuckles]
Hey, tough to keep
that one a secret.

Beautiful woman
with a weapon?

Very "Guns And Ammo"
summer issue.

I'm going to concentrate
on my work now.

Hey, Osteon count places
the victim's age as mid-30s.

I'll run amelogenin
and a nuclear DNA test

to get sex and race.

[typing]

I got the chemical
breakdown.

The powders in the bone
are organic.

It's a mixture of cardamom,
tamarind and kokam.

-Spices?
-Yeah.

The bone wasn't cooked.

Why would he add spices to it?

Epps like puzzles.

The spices are a message.

[woman shrieking]

Angela!

Oh, my God.

What happened?

-BRENNAN: A heart.
-SAROYAN: Definitely human,
adult.

DNA can give us sex.

He's killed two people today.

That's if this heart's
from the same victim

as the bone dust.

What? What is that?

It's the D.C. Sentinel article
about the lab.

Every line is blacked out
except for one.

"Dr. Hodgins called Angela
'The heart of the operation.'"

HODGINS:
Son of a bitch.

You'll have to stay
in here, Angela.

How did this even get in here?

I thought that
there was security.

So did I.

I-I'll take care of it.

He's coming after me
through my friends.

What?

He told me whatever happened
would be my fault.

Then we'll make sure
nothing else happens.

There are cut marks on both
sides of the inferior vena cava

and connecting arteries.

The heart was cut out
using shears or scissors.

Package was delivered
by a bike messenger.

He said a man matching
Howard Epps's description

approached him on
L Street, paid cash.

He's just playing with us.

Not for long.

-How's Angela?
-HODGINS: Angry.

She insisted on helping me,
which worked out well.

She realized that the present
Epps gave us was a recipe.

Wait, the heart?

No, the ingredients
in the vial.

After he ground up the bone,
Epps mixed it with spices.

The cardamom,
tamarind and kokam

which are all used
in making curries.

Indian food.

Epps's wife.

The last address
we had for her was in

Little India over
a curry restaurant.

BOOTH:
Come on.

You know, I could have
the Bureau pull your license.

Yeah, and I could assign Zack
as your forensic anthropologist.

Place hasn't been rented
since she moved.

BRENNAN:
You know, it's
just not logical.

Playing games
with us?

BRENNAN:
It's just going to
lead us right to him.

[ice maker whirring]

Wait.

If the lights are off,

then why is
the refrigerator working?

Okay, just stand back.

Well, it's not
booby-trapped.

The neck was severed
just above the shoulders.

The jagged marks
on the bone indicate

that Epps used some kind
of saw to decapitate her.

SAROYAN: No sign
of blunt-force trauma
to the skull,

Epps's usual M.O.

No clear cause of death.

Without the rest
of her body,

we can't know for
sure how she died.

I'm seeing some kind
of white powder in her hair.

Hodgins can tell us
what it is.

Why just leave her head?

To get us all involved.

I mean, the less
we have to work with,

the, the more
we're all drawn in.

Epps told me to use my head.

Everything he says is a clue.

Could it be inside
the head?

It's too early to tell.

What do you mean,

"too early," okay?

All we do is just
cut open the damn head

and find out what's inside.

-But there are
protocols, Booth.
-Yeah, and I'm sure

Epps is really concerned
about the protocols.

This is my autopsy.

We're going to do it
by the book.

That means surface exam,
followed by X-rays,

after which I will
open the skull.

Sorry, I'm just a little
anxious to get the little gerbil

back in his cage,
that's all.

Okay, that's terrifically
disturbing.

What?

Massive blood aspiration

to the soft tissue
of the neck.

-[sighs]
-Meaning?

Caroline Epps was alive
when Howard cut her head off.

Now he's torturing his victims.

So let's torture him.

How?

Bring his mother in.

I thought Epps
hated his mother.

His FBI profiler believes he was
emotionally attached to her.

His prison logs show that he
wrote to her almost every day.

-Well, that's sick.
-But helpful.

I mean,
if he feels responsible

for his mother being in jail,

we can knock him off his game.

[door opens]

[quietly]
What's that smell?

It's mold. It grows
in the fat creases

of morbidly
obese people.

What is this about?

Did you bring me here
to make fun of me?

I merely stated
a fact, Mrs. Epps.

You need to lose weight.

Obesity also
causes diabetes,

heart damage,
liver failure,

not to mention the wear
it puts on your joints.

I have a glandular
condition.

A little compassion
and understanding,

that's what I really need.

Why am I here?

We, uh, we found some
drugs at your place.

Those are my pills.
My doctor gave them to me.

I need my medicine.

Well, you know, they're
not properly labeled.

This could take us a few days

to sort this out
with your doctor.

BRENNAN:
We're looking for
Howard, Mrs. Epps.

Howard's in jail.

I haven't seen him
or talked to him in years.

Howard, uh, escaped yesterday.

Oh, dear Lord.

I tried to raise a good son.

Tried to keep him pure
like the Good Book says.

I don't know what happened.

He was such a sweet child.

Howard-- he wrote to you
all the time.

He wants me to understand.

Wants me to forgive him.

Says he's still my little boy.

But I don't answer.

Your son murdered his wife
yesterday; beheaded her.

And you want to blame me?

You made your son
bathe in ammonia.

The women he would go out
with, they were loose.

Not the right kind
for a God-fearing son.

I wanted him
to wash their scent off.

Is there anything else
that you can tell us

that might help us find your
son before he kills again?

It's not my fault what he did.

Yeah, okay.

Uh, that's all for now.

We'll have an agent
escort you back to your cell.

Um, of course, you have
the right to an attorney.

I should have been
harder on him.

Beat him more regular.

But I'm a nice person.
Too nice.

That was my problem.

Too nice.

Marianne Epps is clearly
a bad mother.

Hmm, you think?

But a lot of people
have bad mothers

and they don't grow up
to be serial killers,

which is why I don't put
much stock in psychology.

Hey, listen, Bones, I don't care
how you explain it, all right?

The guy, he's an animal.
He's got no conscience.

I don't know how one draws moral
distinctions between killers.

Listen, Bones, there are
crimes of passion, all right?

Crimes committed
out of desperation,

which are usually
followed by remorse,

or an acknowledgment
of human failing.

The key word here
is "human."

The reasons for killing
someone are unimportant.

The life that's taken
is all that matters.

Listen, you can't blame
yourself here.

Yeah, it's me he's after.

Angela and everyone else,
they shouldn't be involved.

All right, look, it's not
your fault, all right?

It's all Epps, which
is why I'm going to take

this little
bastard down.

Booth.

Booth, we're being followed.

Mm-hmm, that's right.
[chuckles]

Two agents all the time,
at a very discreet distance.

See, I don't care how big
your gun is, all right?

[clears throat]

-[phone rings]
-Who's this?

Booth.

Something was inserted
in Caroline's ear.

Epps made an incision
in Caroline's left ear canal,

inserted a token
for a kid's ride

from a place
called Hillside Park.

Oh, God.

My son plays there
every day after school.

[siren wailing]

Parker comes here every day
at 4:00 with his nanny.

Rose, Rose, Rose,
where's Parker?

On the merry-go-round.
He was just there.

-Parker!
-Parker!

-Parker?
-Parker?

-Parker!
-Parker!

-Parker?!
-Parker?!

Parker!

Parker?

Parker!

Parker. Parker!

Here you go.

Booth!

-What?
-Over there.

Parker? Parker! Parker!

Daddy!

Hey, come here.

Oh, my God. All right.

Look, a man bought me
ice cream.

Okay. All right.

That was my favorite!

I'll buy you another one, okay?
Just listen to me.

What did this man look like?

A man. He said he
was your friend.

What did he say to you?

Did he say anything
else to you, Parker?

To use my napkin.

Booth.

[reading]

All right, what else
did he tell you?

Nothing. He was just nice.

Okay, just listen to me,
Parker, all right?

This man is trying to hurt
Daddy's friends, okay?

So I need you to think.
What else did he say to you?

I didn't do anything wrong.

He said he was your friend.

You never talk
to strangers, okay?

You never!

[crying]

I'm sorry, buddy.

It's okay, all right?
I'm sorry.

What's going on, Mr. Booth?

There's just an investigation
going on, okay, Rose?

I'll have these agents
take you and Parker home

and keep you safe, all right?

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

[footsteps approaching]

No.

I didn't say anything.

You've been in here every
ten minutes since they left.

I will let you know
when I'm finished.

I could take the head
and x-ray it.

-Then you could
finish what you're...
-No.

We have these protocols
for a reason.

[phone ringing]

Saroyan.

Have you opened the head yet?

I just finished
telling Zack...

Listen, Epps went
after my kid, Cam.

Parker.

You know there's
something there.

He told us.
It's something we need.

He wants us to find it.

You're upset.

Of course I'm upset!

Listen, I know
there are protocols,

but he could've killed my son.

[phone beeps]

[rubber gloves snapping]

Get me the number two saw.

[whirring]

I found some bruising
to the back of her head.

I'm going to cut below it
so I don't disturb the area.

I hate this part.

Me, too.

[saw continues whirring]

[gasping, coughing]

Dr. Saroyan!

[gasping]
Protocol!

-[alarm blaring]
-Biological containment.

Unknown hazardous
material.

We need an
emergency medical team

at the autopsy lab,

-A.S.A.P.
-MONTENEGRO: What happened?

I don't know,
I don't know, I don't know.

MONTENEGRO:
Oh, my God. Cam!

ADDY: Dr. Saroyan,
they're on their way.

Her heart rate is erratic.

There's clotting
in the kidneys.

-How bad is that?
-Bad enough.

But what worries us more
is the lung damage.

The toxin has caused edema.

What does that mean?
I don't know what that means.

Fluid buildup.

Essentially, she's drowning.

I'm sorry.

If she has family nearby,
you'll want to send for them.

Yeah, C-Cam's got a lot
of family.

How much time does she have?

Send for her family.

Zack saw everything.

-How close was he?
-A few feet.

-And he's fine, so it's
probably not a toxic gas.
-Zack says

it was some kind of powder,
which means there could be

-traces on her clothing.
-Just work fast,

okay, Hodgins?

Just work fast.

Considering the relationship
between you and Cam, I...

I'd like to say
the right thing, Booth, but...

I don't know what it is.

Usually, I...

I'd ask you or Angela.

You just said it.

Thanks.

HODGINS:
Can't find any traces of
powder on Cam's clothing.

-Did you search
electrostatically?
-Yes.

-You're sure
it was a powder?
-Yes.

-It had to be a gas.
-If it were a gas, I'd be
in the hospital with Cam.

No particles on her clothing.

-Zack, it had to be a gas.
-It wasn't.

Are we having an argument?

-Of course.
-Why?

Because Cam's dying, and
I should be with Angela,

and because there
are no particles.

-On the clothing.
-That's right.

What about in the glass parts
still left in the head?

I'm not angry at you anymore.

BOOTH: Hey.

[wheezes]

Welcome back.

[gulps]

Why can't I breathe?

Your saw, it, um...

it hit some kind of
poison, but, uh...

you're going to be all right.

Zack?

Oh, he's fine.

Okay, everyone...
everyone's good.

I'm-I'm...

I'm so sorry, you know,

that I put so much pressure
on you to hurry.

I didn't, uh...

[wheezes]

Not your fault.

Epps... did this to me.

[sniffles]
Hey.

Your family's coming.

[laughs weakly]
Oh, God.

[coughing]

And I thought poison...

was my biggest problem.

[laughs]

[laughs]

MONTENEGRO:
You look exhausted.

[exhales]

What have you got?

Okay.

This is an X-ray
of Caroline's head.

These are shards of glass.

Very fragile.

What was it?

I think it was
a glass capsule...

filled with
the poisonous powder.

Epps inserted it
after she was dead.

Probably up the nose.

And when the saw blade
hit it, it exploded.

Hodgins has some
of the shards now.

He'll figure out
what the poison is.

If I were Epps,
I would've made it something

that changes composition
after prolonged exposure to air.

Let's hope he's not
as smart as you.

I'm going to go sit
with Cam for a while.

[phone rings]

Brennan.

So, who'd I get?

[whispers]
Epps.

If you're talking about
the bulb in Caroline's head...

we removed it.

How'd you get it in there
without breaking it?

I saw the emergency vehicles.

I know I got someone.

They may not be dead yet,
but they will be soon.

Sorry. You missed this time.

If you don't admit
to who it was,

then I can't give you
the hint to save their life.

Okay, then, it was nice
talking to you.

BRENNAN:
Wait. Wait.

Yes, Dr. Brennan?

She tried to remove
the bulb with forceps.

But it was too fragile.

It snapped.

Yes, that's exactly
what happened.

Now will you
tell me the poison?

The body knows
what the head can't say.

Caroline's body
or your mother's body?

My mother?

Yes, we have her in custody--
didn't you know?

On what charges?

What poison, Howard?

You had no right.

My mother's not part of this.

You tell me about the poison,

and I will tell you
about your mother.

You don't run the game.

I run the game.

You're going to be sorry.

Cell phone, downtown.

There's a team on its way.

He's already gone.

[slow, steady beeping]

[exhales]

Hey. Hodgins find the poison?

Not yet.

How's Cam?

It's worse.

She can't breathe on her own...

Uh... Bones,
I really need you

to find out what she inhaled.

Epps called and...
left me a clue.

-What is it?
-He said,

"The body knows
what the head can't say."

Caroline's body.

I think so. Yes.

You were right, he was

pretty upset when he found out
that we had his mother.

You told him?

That's good.

Make the bastard sweat.

He said we'd be sorry.

I'll call you as soon
as we have something to go on.

Bones...

I'm coming with you, all right?

Hold on, all right?
This is going to take all of us.

Okay, I'll drive.

HODGINS:
If I put too small a sample

into the photoelectric
aerosol sensor,

then I'll both lose the sample

and not get
an accurate response.

I estimate that
there's about

one-ten-thousandth of
a gram on this shard.

[groans]
We're not getting enough.

Not to mention the particles
themselves are extremely small,

about 1.6 micrometers
in diameter.

Hey, what's the poison?

I don't know yet.

What-what do you know?

It's none of the common poisons:
arsenic, cyanide,

mercuric chloride.

Let's start
by telling the hospital

what it isn't, then, okay?

What was in Caroline
Epps's hair?

The white powder?
It's just common plaster dust.

There was also
a very small

amount of sodium
hydrosulphide in her ear.

Great. Put those two things
together, what do we have?

Drywalling and...

Uh... uh, leather goods?

Great. I'll look
through the evidence

and see if I can find
those two things.

-HODGINS: Booth.
-What?

I'm sorry, man.

Without more material,
it's just...

No, it's... you're both
doing a great job.

Now it's up to me to find
Caroline Epps's body.

-ADDY: Booth.
-What?

We've endowed Epps

with intelligence
he does not have.

His clues are
unsophisticated word games.

Yeah?

Uh, "My name is Parker.

Ask me how I can
solve this case."

I already asked Parker--
he doesn't know anything.

It doesn't have
to be your son.

It can be something else
named Parker.

Something to do with leather
goods or drywall.

Do a Boolean search.

Okay, right,

you don't know what that is.

Boolean is...

I won't explain;
I'll just do it.

I am walking out of here.

You try and stop me again,
I will shoot both of you.

Mmm...

[nervous trilling]

What?

I really need him
to come back.

Booth!

Whatever you got
better be worth dying for.

Uh... there's a Parker
& Parker Leather Goods

owned by the
Parker brothers

on Parker Street
in the town of Parker

just outside of Arlington.

That's a lot of Parkers.

Yeah. Okay. Let's go.

Grab your boss and
let's get going.

Come on.

All right, let's spread out.

Clear!

Check that door.
Check that door.

We're clear.

Okay. Uh, uh, uh, uh.
Hey, I mean, come on.

Knowing Epps, how do we know

that's Caroline's
body there, huh?

It it isn't,
it'll still be a clue.

Okay, let me do this,
all right?

All right, no, uh...

Jam all the frequencies.

If he's got a remote detonator,
it ain't going to work now.

BOOTH:
No sign of trip wires.

There it is...
on her stomach,

the poison,
just like Epps said.

-I'll just...
-BOOTH: No, Zack!

No. Don't hesitate.

Put your palm on the stomach

-and press down.
-[click]

-What?
-That was a pressure trigger.

The body is booby-trapped.
Everybody out!

MAN:
Roger that. Let's go.

Go, go, go, go!

-What do I do?
-Don't be scared.

I'm not scared.
I-I just need to know

-what to do.
-Out. Out.

-I want to help.
-Out.

Now!

[sighs]

Zack, uh...

This, uh...

This is going to hurt.

You or me?

Mostly you.
Okay, on three,

I want you to jump back
as high as you can.

I'm not a good jumper.

Be a good counter.

I-I am a good counter.

-Ready?
-On three.

-One...
-One...

-two...
-two...

-three.
-three!

The explosion occurred
as FBI agents

searched the shop for escaped
serial killer Howard Epps.

At least one person
was killed in the blast.

Dr. Zack Addy,
a forensic anthropologist

who was working with the FBI,
died at the scene.

Special Agent Seeley Booth
remains in critical condition.

[laughs]
Okay, that's creepy.

Zack dead and me in critical
condition, right?

Why? It's not true.

Let's just hope
Epps buys it.

You going to
be all right?

My doctor said
most of my injuries

didn't come from the explosion

but from being slammed
into the floor.

Apparently, you're
extremely strong.

Did you have to be
so rough on him?

It was a bomb.
I was being, you know, heroic.

I was heroic, too.

Yes, you were.

Somebody saved somebody,

that's all I'm saying.

I got the poison.

Which is good, because
Caroline's body

was blown to pieces.

That was good thinking, you
know, you keeping your wits.

But, I mean,
what I did was, uh...

I guess if you have
to explain to yourself

why you're a hero, I guess
you're not really a hero.

What the hell are you?

You're not a bacterial protein
or a non-opioid analgesic.

You're not a neurotoxin
or a heavy metal.

You act like
chloromethane,

but Zack said that there
was no sweet smell

when the powder
was released.

Are you talking
to the evidence?

Just working through this
as systematically as possible.

You know, when this
whole thing is over,

I am moving to a
doorman building,

I'm getting an
unlisted number

and I am hiring a full-time
bodyguard named Knuckles.

Don't get paranoid.

That's funny, coming from
a conspiracy theorist.

[computer beeps]

HODGINS:
Of course, methyl bromide.

I'll call the hospital.

Methyl bromide
mixed with plaster dust.

That's what made it
so hard to isolate.

-Well, what's the treatment?
-Racemic epinephrine.

I called the hospital.
They're starting an IV.

Shouldn't you be
there for that?

Priorities in life, man.
One, be there when

someone you love comes back
from the brink of death.

Two, catch the serial killer.

Everything after that
is basically unimportant.

I'm going to go see Cam
at the hospital,

and you're going to go home
and get some sleep.

Why can't I go home?

Didn't you just hear what they
said on the news? You're dead.

What about Epps?

I got an entire
surveillance team

outside your house
watching you.

Why does everybody
question me, all right?

I'm the hero.

Why is it taking so long?

It's not.

She's responding.

Camille?

Seeley.

[laughs]

Don't call me Seeley.

Don't call me Camille.

How are you feeling, babe?

Like I got poisoned

by a disembodied head
full of plaster dust.

Plaster dust.

[quietly]
Plaster dust.

Everything is secure.

Agent Holtz will stay
in the hallway,

and there'll be another
agent in the lobby.

Thank you.

Good night.

Good night.

♪ There's a contradiction

♪ Between the heart
and the mind... ♪

[shower running]

[quietly]
Check the apartment next door.

[shower running]

Dead end.

You won't let me
shoot him, will you?

You knew he was going to
be here, didn't you?

It's the only scenario
that made sense.

Oh. Were you heading
for the balcony, Howie?

Hope you can fly 'cause that's
about a 50-foot drop, right?

Yeah.

How did you know?

Plaster dust in the poison.

Renovations to
the apartment next door.

You're not all that smart,
it turns out.

One minute. All I want is
one minute alone with you.

Fine with me.

Don't provoke
the lunatic, all right?

You got nowhere to go.

I'm not going back to jail.

You see, that's really not
your decision, Howie.

Get your hands up.

Drop the crowbar.

BOOTH: I'm in the line
of fire, Bones.

You're not getting
away, Howard.

[men panting]

Look who the killer is now,
Agent Booth.

Can I have a little
help here, Bones?

I got nothing
but dead weight here.

Help me.

Sorry, I can't reach.

Grab the railing.

You're going to drop me anyway.

Just get it over with.

You son of a bitch.

Are you saying
you don't want me dead?

Yeah, I'm not you.

Oh, really?

You're not thinking of
the world with me still in it?

Going after Dr. Brennan.

Your son.

I'm not you.

[indistinct radio transmission]

Unit on the ground
saw what happened.

So did the sniper
across the street.

You tried to save him.

Yep.

No one could've held him.

Yeah.

You can take off now, Booth.

The department might want
to assign you a shrink,

on-the-job death like that.

You didn't have
your full strength.

Your wrist was hurt from pulling
Zack away from the explosion.

My wrist wasn't hurt, Bones.

I wish you'd let me shoot him.

No, you don't.

Come on, Parker,
I'll put you up there.

No, Daddy, I don't
want to get on.

Come on, it's going
to be all right. Up!

Up. There you go.

All right?

Knuckles.

[carousel music begins playing]

Hi. How'd you
know I was here?

Saturday morning.

How's Parker?

Yeah, I'm afraid I freaked
him out the other day.

He's really scared
of this place.

Now I... I gotta
put that right.

That's you all over.

Putting things right.

Cam gets released
from the hospital today?

Yeah.

What?

You know, what happened to
Cam happened because...

we had
a personal relationship.

"Had"?

Yeah. People who work
in high-risk situations,

they can't be involved...

romantically because it...

leads to...

things like what happened.

High-risk situations.

Every single day, it's with us.

There's this line,
and we can't cross it.

You know what I'm saying?

Yes.

I understand.

He seems okay now.

Yeah. You know,
it's important to...

make things right.

I just don't know how.

I don't know how.

♪ I ask myself

♪ Is all hope gone?

♪ What's so funny about peace,
love and understanding? ♪

♪♪

What's that mean?