All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S03E15 - The Pain in the Heart (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[ Gunshot ]

[ Voice Echoing ]
Booth, you're gonna be fine.
You're gonna make it. Come on.

Come on, Booth.
It's gonna be fine.
Come on, Booth.

Come on, Booth-- No.

No, come on.
Come on.

The carbon isotopic composition
of the collagen...

shows a value of minus-16%.

Supporting the theory
that the deceased was born
in Provence, France.

In the 16th century.It's time,
Dr. Brennan.

The metacarpophalangeal joints
are smooth, showing dexterity.

Perhaps a musician.That's enough.
We're going. Now.

I have remains to identify.
He could have a family.

He's 500 years old.

They've probably
adjusted by now.

I'm not going.
I've already made that clear.

It's Agent Booth's funeral,
Dr. Brennan.
Losing a loved one is--

A partner, Sweets.
I lost a partner.

Someone close to you.

A funeral allows you
to grieve so you can come
to terms with his death.

The Arunta aboriginal tribe
in Australia...

grieve by
burning down their village
and moving to a new one.

That seems no crazier to me
than gathering around a hole
in the ground.

- Being hostile won't--
- Brennan, a word.

Excuse me?
Professional psychologist?

Look, I know how you see things,
and I respect that.

But I need to ask you
a favor.

I have to go to the funeral.

I'm not gonna be able
to get through this alone.

I've been crying
for, like, days.

I really need
your shoulder here.

[ Sighs ]

I need my best friend.

[ Caroline ]
I knew Seeley Booth.

He was a good man
who earned my respect
and affection.

And I don't like
many people.

Booth had a selfless
commitment to his work,

first in the military
and then the F.B.I.

Two weeks ago, he made
the ultimate sacrifice,

giving his life
to save his partner.

And in that brave act,

he showed us what greatness
we are all capable of.

That woman was aiming at me.
I would've happily
taken that bullet.

I know.

May God's mercy and love
shine on Seeley Booth...

as he takes his place
beside the Lord.

If there were a merciful God,
why wouldn't he
have saved Booth?

♪♪ [ Drum Tattoo ]

Stand by!
Port arm!

Ready!

Arm!

Aim!

- Excuse me! Hey!
- [ Officer ]
Hold it. Hold your fire.

What the hell is going on?

- They appear to be fighting.
- [ Grunting ]

[ Guests Gasping ]

Bones! Nice shot.

What?

Oh!
[ Groaning ]

[ Groans ]

After I got shot,
the Bureau faked my death
so I could finally get that guy.

I don't care.Look, I drove him
underground.

He said that the only way
we'd ever see him again
was at my funeral, so--

I don't care.Who is he?

What part of "national security"
don't youunderstand, Hodgins?

"National Security."
Catch-all phrase for
"we can do anything we want."

I knew I shouldn't have
gone to that funeral.

It was a complete
waste of time,
just like I said.

- You thought my funeral
was a waste of time?
- It was a lovely service.

Thank you.
You know, I expected
to see more people though.

- I always imagined a lot
of ex-girlfriends crying.
- Yeah. Me, too.

You guys are pathetic.Just know I won't be attending
your next funeral.

I'm telling you.
You were supposed to know
that I wasn't really dead.

- That's why I thought
you weren't crying.
- Informed by who exactly?

I gave a list of people
to the Bureau to inform
that I was not really dead.

If they didn't tell you,
it's not my fault.

Dr. Brennan's actually upset
because she had to face strong
emotions that she'd rather deny.

Striking Booth indicated the
depth of your feelings for him.
It was a very passionate act.

Thank you.
Did you hear that? Passion?Yes! Passion!

Because anger is a passion!
Anger at being manipulated.

[ Zack ]
Dr. Brennan?Forget it. I'm not--

Someone left
a package for you.

Oh.It's a mandible.

Look at that, huh?
Two silver screws.

Silver screws as in?

- Silver skeleton?
- As in?

- Gormogon?
- That's speculation.

Tooth marks.Hmm. Someone's been
snacking on that.

Snacking?
As in cannibalism?

Evidence of cannibalism
does not necessarily mean--

Bones, it's Gormogon.
Has to be.

Oh, God. Who has he
eaten this time?

This is the fifth known victim
in the Gormogon murders,

all of which
have been subjected
to ritualized cannibalism.

[ Reporter ]
He has apprentices?Yes.

One at all times to help perform
the murders, dispose of the
bodies, eradicate evidence.

His mission, it seems,
is to construct
a complete skeleton...

out of the bones
of his victims.

- I've seen enough.
- Booth?

- Hey, Bones, I'm thinking here.
- Thinking about what exactly?

Well, it's a pickle.

The platform's a crime scene,
but we need to access it
to investigate the crime.

A "cake and eat it too"
situation.

Well, is it a cake
or a pickle?

- It's Schrodinger's Cat.
- That I understand.

Cakes and pickles
meant nothing to me.

Are you paralyzed
by the paradox, Booth?

- I'll make this easy.
What do you need first?
- Identity.

- Let's go, people.
- You can't just-- Take it easy.

All right, whoa. You can't--
All right. There you go.

Okay, the tooth sockets
may contain enough tissue
to check D.N.A.

Zack, there are markings
on this bone that need
to be checked out.

It appears
to have been boiled.

I'll see if I can pull any
mineral traces that can help us
determine the water he used.

Okay, I, uh, give you
all permission...

to do whatever it is
that you squints do.

I'll, uh, just--

Call me.

Let's go.

♪♪ [ Background: Rock ]

- ♪ You got bad, bad luck
- [ Slurping ]

[ Sighs ]

♪ Bad, bad luck

♪♪ [ Continues ]I need to talk to you!

What the hell, Bones?
I mean, my house,
in my bathroom, in my bathtub.

- [ Needles Scratches ]
- How the hell did you
get in here anyway?

That fake rock
by your front door
wouldn't fool anybody.

Why are you wearing a hat
that dispenses beer?

Hot tub plus cold beer
equals warm beer.

Hat equals solution.

Why are you--And that cigar?
Very unhealthy.

Okay, what the hell do you
want now, Bones? 'Cause I'm
not really feeling too relaxed.

- You should've told me
that you weren't dead.
- I already explained this.

The Bureau has to vet everyone
when there is a security issue.
I was just following protocol.

- Protocol?
- Yes!

We've been partners
for three years! You've
broken protocol before.

Sometimes putting
my life in danger.

Which makes sense because
you clearly don't have
any real concern for me.

- I took a bullet for you!
- Once!

That only goes so far.

Would you like a towel?

Fine.

What is it
that I should've done, Bones?
What did you want me to do?

Well, you could've called me.
Did you really think I needed
to be vetted by your boss?

- Don't you trust me?
- Of course I do.

-Then why wasn't I told? It must
have been something you said.
-I don't know why.

But you said that I should be.
I mean, aren't you curious
why I wasn't?

Yes! Do you want me to find out
why you weren't told?

- If it's important to you.
- Fine. I will.

Next time I die,
I promise that I will tell you.

I'll look forward to that. Me too.

What are you reading?A novel.

It's a graphic novel.

Just so you know, I find
your lack of Puritan modesty
very refreshing.

♪♪ [ Resumes ]

♪ You got bad, bad luck ♪

The marks on the mandible
definitely indicate that
the bones have been gnawed on.

But not with teeth.

The markings were made
by someone wearing dentures.

A toothless cannibal just can't
cut it in today's competitive
serial killer climate.

How do you know
he wore dentures?

Zack found traces of
polymethyl methacrylate,
monomer...

and tetra silicic fluromica
on the mandible.

I'm gonna go out on a limb here
and assume that's what
dentures are made of.

But not normal
commercial dentures
you get from the dentist.

The main ingredient
is polymethyl methacrylic.

- These dentures were homemade.
- I got our victim's
D.N.A. results back.

Is it the lobbyist?Yep.

- Gormogon's last victim.
- I was wondering when some
part of him would show up.

[ Water Draining ]What's that sucking sound?

You know what?
This is my house, okay?

You come into my house,
there's no telling what
you're gonna hear!

[ Line Clicks ] Dr. Saroyan,
regarding the denture medium,

if we recreate the process--

It could tell us a lot
about Gormogon's resources.

If you want to do one of
your experiments, just say it.

[ Together ] We want to do
one of our experiments.

Go!

Make plastic
cannibal dentures.

- You should place the jawbone
in the skeleton.
- Why?

Because it keeps alive
an interactive relationship
with the killer.

That's why he provided
the screws.

You know, we give him something,
he reciprocates.

Did you see me on TV?
No one has mentioned
that I was on TV.

How would he know if we added
the jawbone to his skeleton?

It's his obsession. He has
some way of finding out, which
is another reason to do it.

Okay, both of you are purposely
not mentioning my appearance.

For all we know, Gormogon is
dead and we're not on the list
of people who get to find out.

There's a cry for attention.Bones broke into my house
last night all angry--

There was a key!because no one told her
that I was dead.

And I was just
following protocol.Broke into your house?

There was a key.And barged
into my bathroom.

What were you doing?He was drinking beer
and reading a comic book.

I was taking a bath.You read comics
and drink beer naked?

Wait a second. Bones bursts
into my bathroom, all right?

And I'm weird
for being naked?

This thermoplastic has
a melting point of approximately
1,800 degrees Fahrenheit.

This would work better
if we created a paste...

from the monomer and
polymethyl methacrylate powder.

That would entail the use of
complicated cosolvents...

to allow copolymerization
without substantial
phase separation.

The monomer's
melting point is far below
the polymethyl methacrylate.

You didn't tell her to leave?
You just sat there naked?It's my own bathroom, okay?

What do you wear
in the tub-- floaties?

Ready for the monomer?Yes.
I believe so.

The mold is over there
on the side table.

- Why don't you get the mold,
and I'll mix in the monomer.
- No. I'll mix it in.

Please hand me the monomer,
then the mold.

Since when did I
become the assistant?

Since I became
the uncontested king of the lab.

- [ Alarm Blaring ]
- [ Coughing ]

- [ Booth ]
Hey, hey!
- [ People Shouting ]

- [ Man ]
Move to the exit! Now!
- [ Brennan ] Hodgins!

[ Hodgins ] I'm all right.
I'm all right. I'm okay.
[ Coughing ]

[ Brennan ] Oh, my God. [ Booth ]
Oh, God.

Zack? A medical team's
on its way. Oh, my--
I'll get the burn kit.

- Is he okay?
- He's in shock, Bones.
Look at his hands.

[ Gasping ]

Zack?

Zack.

[ Monitor: Rhythmic Beeping ]

Is Hodgins okay?He's fine.
Just a few minor cuts.

Don't worry about it.
They're gonna fix you up.
You're gonna be as good as new.

That would be impossible,
Agent Booth.
The damage is--

We'll make sure
we get you the best doctors.The cartilage is destroyed.

In addition, the trapezoid
and hamate on my left hand are--

Hey, how about
a little optimism here?

I know that I can
still be quite useful.
Mentally, I'm still exceptional.

And with prostheses-- [ Hodgins ]
Hey.

How are you, Zack?Quite severely injured.

- Are you all right?
- I'm okay, man.

Hey, anything you need, Zack,
just ask.

- Do you know how this happened?
- I just added
the three grams of monomer.

That doesn't make sense.

There were no dipoles
like amide or carbonyl
in the monomer, were there?

- No. Just simple phenylethene.
- That's what I thought.
And the P.M.M.A. was just--

Hodgins,
he has third degree burns.

The doctor said
you should rest, Zack.

She's right.
Hey, we're gonna
figure this out, okay?

And you won't be alone.
One of us will be here
all the time.

- No, that's not necessary.
- Yes, it is.

Because we... love you.

I'll take
the first shift.

And I'll write us
a schedule.

I'll get you
whatever you need
to keep your job.

We'll get through this.

Thank you, Dr. Brennan.

[ Hodgins ]
A simple monomer
wouldn't explode.

It just wouldn't happen.

Isn't the F.B.I.
handling the analysis
of the explosive residue?

Excuse me if my faith
in the Bureau
isn't absolute.

So you don't trust
Agent Madison?

I'm just getting
my own results
to double-check.

I'm sure he's... fine.
But I'm independent.

You suspect that there
could be a conspiracy
within the Bureau?

Do I hear a little 'tude,
young man?

No, no, no.
But why would there be
a conspiracy in this case?

Totally 'tudeless question.

Prominent public figures
being murdered and eaten.

Evidence
that secret societies
are being targeted.

Societies that have great
influence in the halls
of power like the Bureau.

You don't think
that's a bit extreme?

You went on Larry Kingto talk
about this case, and T.M.Z.,
because you know how big it is.

And to get
your piece of it.

I'm a doctor. I'm merely
studying the case like you.

Right.

- Oh, man. I should've known.
- What?

You expect me
to tell you the answer,
Agent Madison?

It's tricyclic
acetone peroxide.

That's not bad.

It reacted
with the molten
thermal plastic and--

[ Imitates Explosion ]
boom.

The containers
must've been switched.

Zack thought
he was adding a monomer
he had made himself.

But it was actually
a volatile explosive.

[ Sweets ]
Yes, I'm busy.

Cancel all my patients.
You don't have
tell them anything.

What are you doing?A word?

I'm on the phone.Well, hang up.

I'll talk to you later.
Tight grip you got there.Gonna get tighter.

So go ahead, tell her.Tell her what?

Tell me what?What?

You were the one who decided
not to tell Dr. Brennan
that I was still alive.

He's the one
that you should've slugged.
So do it. Go ahead. Do it now.

You chose not to tell me?Yes, it's true.
Technically.

- Technically?
- Okay, I reviewed the list.

I decided, knowing Dr. Brennan
as I do, that she was able
to handle your death.

- Slug him.
- It was a national
security issue!

The fewer people that knew
Agent Booth was alive,
the safer he would be!

I think that was
a good choice.

- Awesome.
- You do?

Yes! You knew that Booth's death
was something I could deal with
because I can compartmentalize.

Wait a minute.
Why are you mad at me then?

Because you should've
told me personally.

Oh, I should've just ignored
national security concerns,
broken the law and told you?

Yes. You know
I'm very trustworthy.

Yeah, but Sweets?Sweets made
a professional decision.

He knew that I could process
your death and move on,
which is precisely what I did.

- There's gotta be other stuff
going on here, right?
- What?

Transference. Uh, paranoia.

Come on!
When I offer her a piece of pie,
you say it has deeper meaning.

I don't like pie, Booth.Well, apple pie.
She doesn't like baked pie.

I don't like my fruit cooked.Okay, changing the subject
is a way to avoid your feelings.

My feelings.
Now you're attacking
my feelings?

Hey. There's something
in the Gormogon vault
you should see.

Slug him.

You know, I think
it's interesting
psychologically...

how Agent Booth's constant
efforts to persuade you
to enjoy fruit pie...

could be interpreted
as a kind of seduction.

Whatever you two are
talking about, just stop it.
Zip it. Let's go.

You think I don't
recognize an experiment
when I see one?

You experimented on us.Beg your pardon?

Not telling me Booth was alive,
you wanted to quantify our
reactions for your own research.

You took advantage of us.
Booth and I agreed to
let you observe us.

We did not agree
to be used as lab rats,
so you'd better cut it out.

Dr. Brennan,
why are you talking so fast?

Because if Booth hears
why you did what you did,
he'd beat you up.

Don't you think that'd be
an overly aggressive act?

Not at all.
So you'd better not
do it again.

[ Booth ] Let's go, Bones.
Where are you?On our way.

Security had the entrance
to this wing locked,

and the vault itself
was secured.

[ Brennan ]
The skeleton.

Where'd it go?We don't know.

I came down to see if
the screws matched the silver
in the skeleton,

and the skeleton was gone.

But there are security cameras
and sensors covering
every inch of this place.

They all failed.All of them?

When Zack's explosion set off
all the alarms, every security
camera in the building failed.

- The door to the loading dock
was unlocked.
- Someone stole the skeleton.

Ten minutes
before the explosion--

Everything
is working perfectly.

Fast forward. Hodgins
passes Zack the container
of tricyclic acetone peroxide.

I thought it was
the monomer.

The explosion occurred
at 12:03 and 22 seconds.

At 12:03 and 22 seconds--

- Aren't there
any backup systems?
- All dead too.

- Where were the guards?
- There was a chemical accident.

That takes precedence over
any other security issue.

All personnel went to secure the
lab or to secure any point that
went to the museum proper...

so there'd be
no loss of life.

During that time,
the vault and the skeleton
would be unsecured.

Yes. Until the security system
was brought back up
at 12:18 and 41 seconds.

The explosion
was a diversion
set up by Gormogon.

He's here in the lab.
It's an inside job.

Gormogon works
in the Jeffersonian.

Either Gormogon
or his new apprentice.

That is
a totally freaky thought.

Yeah, it's Booth. Listen.
I need a full forensic team
sent to the Jeffersonian.

Mobile labs, computers,
analysis-- the works. No.

Their equipment
could be compromised. [ Computer Beeps ]

Hair? Prints?
Anything?

Not since you asked
five minutes ago. No.

Dr. Saroyan, please
don't bother the techs.

You have a problem,
you see me.

It's my people you suspect here.
I want to make sure
you're doing your job.

After all,
you're a prosecutor,
not a forensic--

You have been
breathing down our necks
for two hours, chérie.

Why don't you go
get a latte or something?
You shouldn't be here anyway.

This is my department.

I know. And you have
full security clearance.

And complete access
to the lab and the vault.Are you saying I'm a suspect?

I'm saying someone's gonna
put your name on the list.
You were a cop. Wouldn't you?

You've got over 30 agents here.
Find something.

The Medico-Legal Lab
has over 100 employees.

Yeah, and all their records
are being looked at,
including yours and mine.

You're just having coffee.
Don't you want pie?I'm fine.

You always have pie.Can we stop talking
about pie?

- Is it because of
what Sweets said?
- I'm just going pieless, okay?

[ Sighs ]

Can we talk for a minute?
I have a profile of someone
I feel could be Gormogon.

No pie?
You always eat pie.

Enough with the pie.
Will you just sit down?All right.

Whoa.
You've been spying on us?
More experiments?

What experiments?I'm just being thorough.

The dynamics of our work
environment play a role in how
I treat you and Agent Booth.

Okay, Sweets. Would you
just get on with it?
Who is it?

I believe it's Dr. Hodgins.

What is Dr. Hodgins?

Gormogon.
He thinks Hodgins is Gormogon.

Hodgins exhibits
clinical paranoia...

as well as a rationalized
feeling of superiority.

- Paranoia?
- He's consumed by numerous
conspiracy theories.

My observations today--
he's even suspect of the F.B.I.,
with whom he works closely.

It's all supposition.

There's no
concrete evidence.No, no, no. Go on.

- Booth!
- What? Hodgins knew all about
the secret societies.

I mean, he figured out
the patterns Gormogon used
that led us to the vault.

- Yes. He was doing his job.
- Or justifying himself.

He had access to all
the chemicals Zack was using.
He could've changed the labels.

He and Zack are friends.I also had access
to the chemicals Zack made.

Why am I not a suspect?

Well, you have a reverence
for life that belies the cold
calculations of a killer.

And the emotional connection
you share with Agent Booth is--

No. I--
I don't have time
for this. No.

Don't you know by now
you can't rush her?

We're trying to catch a killer.
I thought it best
not to waste time.

[ Booth ]
Look, he's just trying
to help, Bones.

Well, his opinions
won't get you a conviction.
He doesn't have any evidence.

- Yeah, but he's a profiler
with a great track record.
- Who?

- Sweets.
- Sweets says that Hodgins
is the killer.

- Well, that makes sense.
- What?

- Well, that throws
suspicion off him.
- Who?

- Sweets.
- You think that Sweets
is the killer?

He shows up right after
you find the Gormogon vault
when Gormogon's most vulnerable.

And in therapy, he plays you two
like a cheap piano until you
ask for his help with the case.

Wait. Nobody plays me
like a cheap piano.

Hey, we all trusted the
"brilliant young profiler."

- I got him security clearance
because he was gonna help us.
- He was here.

- He had the opportunity
to switch Zack's chemicals.
- Except he's not a chemist.

He's the only one
we can't account for
after the explosion.

Great.
Now we sound like Sweets.
We have no evidence.

I was a cop for 10 years,
Dr. Brennan.
I can smell it on him.

- I'm sorry, but we need more
than your gut feeling.
- Well, then find it.

'Cause trust me,
Sweets is your boy.

[ Deep Breath ]

Dr. Hodgins,
knocking would be appreciated.

Right.
Sorry.

So, rumor is one of us
is a suspect.
Who is it?

I can't say.
You know that.

Of course not.

And since it's rumor,
it might not even be true.
Right?

Do you have a legitimate reason
to see me, or are you just here
to squeeze me for information?

I found something.

Zack said he thought
the mandible
had been boiled.

To remove tissue.

So I pulled trace elements
from the mandible...

and ran them through
the mass spectrometer to see
what the bone was boiled in.

It was tap water.
But see this spike here?

Lead?Yes.

I thought the city had to
replace all their lead pipes.They did.

But individual
homeowners didn't.

I focused on neighborhoods
with the highest
lead levels.

Older homes
were the worst offenders.

This neighborhood
matches the level of lead
found on the victim's bone.

Isn't that your house?

Yes, it is.

But there are other people
that live in the area--

Yeah, of course.

I'll pass this along
to the investigators.

Good.

Is there anything else?

I could've fudged the facts.

I could've left
my neighborhood out.

Yes, but that would've raised
suspicion if someone had
double-checked your results.

If you need me,
I'll be at my station...
helping.

Hey,
this is a surprise.Yeah.

Hey, Sweets,
where were you
after the explosion?

- I was with you.
- No. You were with us
when the explosion occurred.

I mean after.

Uh, let's see.

- I ran to call 911.
- Where?

In your office.
Why?Then what?

Then I went to the door to show
the E.M.T.'s where to go.You didn't come in with them?

No. I find it's best to stay out
of the way of the professionals
in those situations.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I forgot one thing.What's that?

I went down to the vault and
I stole the silver skeleton...

because, um,
I'm Gormogon's apprentice.

That's a confession.
You know, I can lock him up
for 72 hours.

- You'd lock me up for sarcasm?
- I think you should.

- Wait. You guys actually think
I'm Gormogon's apprentice?
- Well, somebody is.

I can lock you up, check out
your story and not worry about
you running off to Bolivia.

This is fierce wretched.Better safe than sorry.

- Yeah.
- No. You're projecting,
Agent Booth.

You have a reasonable hostility
toward Gormogon...

but you have no outlet
for those feelings,
so you're using me--

Am I gonna have
to break out my cuffs?

You know what? Yeah,
you are gonna need your cuffs.

'Cause I'm not about
to make this easy for you.

Hi.

How is Zack?

Oh, he's in a lot of pain.

But he won't let me push
the painkiller button.

He's scared of polka dots,
but screaming agony is just
an interesting phenomenon.

Drugs give me
bad dreams.

Oh, hey there, Zack.

I'm walking somewhere,
and suddenly someone
takes me by the hand.

And I look,
and it's a skeleton.

And the skeleton's on fire,
and my hands hurt.

Take the painkillers,
sweetie.

I've been thinking about
the explosion, Hodgins.

No one could've
switched the chemicals.

I locked up the container
when I left the room.[ Beeps ]

I had the only--
[ Sighs ] key.

- [ Beep ]
- You... would know, but...

you--

I'm afraid the painkillers,
while pleasant,
dull my intellect.

Sometimes your friends
gotta step in-- [ Beep ]

dumb it up for you.

- Don't you think
it's time to go home?
- [ Gasps, Sighs ]

Sorry, Cam.
I seem to be a bit anxious.

Don't worry about it.
It's going around.

Hodgins came to talk to me,
and I almost jumped
out of my skin.

What's keeping you so late?

Looking at the tissue
we used for the D.N.A. test,

the victim's D.N.A. alleles
in the roots were destroyed...

and the marrow alleles
were altered.

Then I remember when I first
looked at the jawbone, it seemed
lighter in color than expected.

- It was treated
with ultraviolet light?
- I think so.

- Who would do that?
- We would.

Standard procedure
for skeletal remains when we
put them away for storage.

We have over
10,000 sets of remains
waiting to be identified.

What better place
to hide a skeleton?

How do we sift through
10,000 sets of remains?

[ Angela ] I'd like to welcome
all of Dr. Brennan's
grad students to Limbo.

It's Modular Skeletal Storage.
I don't like the moniker Limbo.

Over 10,000 lost souls
remain here, sweetie.
Unidentified, waiting.

It's a good name.
Let's just go with it.

Each of these boxes
contains the skeletal remains
of one person.

In this case, a skull,
two femurs, five vertebra,

miscellaneous phalanges
and three molars.

What we want you to do is
conduct an inventory, making
sure that's what's in the box...

corresponds not only to the card
in the box, but also
to the computer record.

Does this count toward
our final grade?

[ Caroline ]
Listen, Brennan's grad students.

What we're trying to do here
is catch a serial killer,
not get a gold star from teach.

We think that he's hidden
the remains of one or more
of his victims here.

Bones tucked into boxes
where they don't belong.

But I think it's fair to say
that if you help us
catch a serial killer,

that you'll pass
your precious course.

T-That's not
necessarily true.

If anyone else shows up down
here indicating an interest
in what you're doing,

either tell Ms. Montenegro
or shout for Security.

Why?

Because serial killers
get mean when you get close
to catching 'em.

This is just creepy.

Well, it's
the natural order of things.
We all end up this way.

Thank you, chérie.
Now you've made it
creepy and depressing.

I found an extra femur
in one of the boxes
and an extra fibula in another.

- Are you sure?
- The remains in the box were
of a four-year-old child.

The femur was from a man
in his mid-40s to early 50s.And the fibula?

Also from a middle-aged man.
It had recently been boiled.

Three other people
found extra bones as well.[ Clears Throat ]

I found an extra manubrium,
a male ulna and a humerus
in a box of female remains.

Okay. Lay out all
of the extra bones
anatomically.

It's already done.
Over here.

[ Brennan ] Nice job.I'm third
in my class.

I would like the names
of the two students
in front of you.

Forty-five to 50 years old.

Fibula and femur
show a height of
approximately 180 centimeters.

- How tall is that in English?
- Approximately 5'8".

Have Dr. Saroyan
take D.N.A. samples...

and compare them to all
of Gormogon's known victims.

- You suspect something?
- I have no facts yet.
My opinions are not relevant.

Let me make the call, chérie.
Give me some of that
big brain of yours.

Someone removed
the mandible from the skull.

- It's the one
that was sent to you.
- I can't say with certainty.

Dr. Saroyan should see
if the D.N.A. matches.

Didn't you hear her?
Get this up to Dr. Saroyan.

- Now.
- [ Man ] Dr. Brennan?

I think you should
take a look at this.

All the canines have been
removed from these skulls.
Just the canines.

I want the security tapes
from this room
for the last six months.

- This room isn't covered.
- Why not?

It's Limbo.

I need to reexamine the mandible
Zack was working on
before the explosion.

Of course you do.

That's the lobbyist
that disappeared.

D.N.A.'s a match,
and so are the dentals.

Dr. Brennan's
gonna want to take a look
at the markings on these.

What's that-- more cannibal
teeth marks on the bone?

Gormogon went after this
like Henry VIII
after a chicken leg.

[ Laughs ]

These appear to have been
gnawed on too.

They'll probably match
the denture markings Zack found.

- They won't.
- You haven't
looked at them yet.

Zack said these markings
on the mandible were made
by artificial dentures...

made from
polymethyl methacrylate
and other polymers.

- And?
- They were not made
by artificial dentures.

Zack should've known that.

- He made a mistake. It happens.
- Not often.

Hey. I heard Zack was wrong
about the dentures.

- No.
- What do you mean?
Cam and Caroline said--

He knew they weren't artificial.
Any first-year student
would know that.

The dentures were made
from real teeth.

- All canines.
- Oh, whoa.

Canines are a symbol of the wolf
which appears on the Gormogon
tapestry in the vault.

Certain ancient sects revered
the wolf as a symbol of freedom,

as a representative
of the forces that will
deliver us from persecution.

Okay, Bones.
Enough about the wolf.
What's going on?

- Zack lied.
- Why?

He-- He took...

the teeth
from bone storage...

and he made
Gormogon's dentures.

Zack has complete access
to the lab.

He arranged
for the explosion himself.

It's Zack.
He's the killer, Booth.

It's Zack.

"The theory
of conditional expressions...

is a non-profound generalization
of propositional calculus."

What does it say
after "Boolean forms?"

Well, there's a little
thing that looks like
a Japanese stool.

Then a "B" with a tail,
then a fat fish.

Does this
make sense to you?It doesn't to you?

[ Chuckling ] [ Booth ]
Cam.

I'm gonna need the room.

I'm sorry, but I have to ask.
Are you absolutely certain?
Because--

Wow.
I did not see that coming.

- You looked at the mandible.
- You had to know
I'd see it eventually.

I didn't foresee
the extent of my injuries.

I was going to sneak out
of here, but--

Your friends
never left your side.

And you intended to steal
the jawbone and add it
to the silver skeleton.

But you designed
the explosion.

You must've known
exactly how big it would be.

Hodgins argued with me.
He stood too close.

The delay allowed
the thermoplastic
to reach the boiling point.

As a result, the explosion
was three times more powerful
than I calculated.

- You must've known how badly
you'd be injured.
- Yes.

Who is Gormogon, Zack?

- That's not what he's called.
- Then what is he called?

The Master. [ Brennan ]
And you're his apprentice?

I need a name. I can't tell you.

The apprentice is expendable.
I'm expendable.

Who is he?

Zack responds to logic.Really?

- The Master's logic
is irrefutable.
- Irrefutable?

I saw him choking a child
at the bottom of a pool.

If you knew what I know,
you'd understand.

You'd be proud of me.

I've always been
proud of you, Zack.

I've never met
anyone more rational
or intelligent.

But there's a fault
in your logic.

With all due respect,
you aren't cognizant
of his logic.

Assumption number one:
Secret societies exist.

Accepted. Hodgins has been
explaining this to me for years.

Assumption number two: The human
experience is adversely affected
by secret societies.

Accepted. Assumption number three:

Attacking and killing members
of secret societies...

will have an ameliorating effect
on the human experience.

Accepted.

All of your assumptions
are built upon
a first principle, Zack.

To wit, the historical human
experience as a whole...

is more important
than a single person's life.

Yes.

Yet you risked it all
so you wouldn't hurt Hodgins.

[ Sighs ]

There's--

You are correct.

There's an inconsistency
in my reasoning.

- Bones, I need a name.
- We know.

He first approached me
three months ago...

at a symposium
on burning plasma diagnostics.

Zack, I need to know
who this guy is.

I need to go get him now.

I don't know his name.
I've never known his name.

But I've been to his house.

I was blindfolded
when he first took me there.

But I remember
every turn he took...

and I was able
to estimate his speed.

So when he brought me home,
I found it on a map.

It's in Benning Ridge...

on a street
called Savoy Crescent.

It's a big place.
Almost as big
as Hodgins's house.

But rundown.

There's a flight of stairs
at the back, outside.

There's a blue door.

It'll be locked, but there's
a key hidden in the crevice...

to the left of the door
just above eye level.

You will see a hallway.

If he's found someone,
you will smell meat cooking,

and that's how you'll know
you're getting close.

One last door.
And you'll have to be fast.

It'll be at the bottom
of an incline in the floor.

He'll have a knife.

He's very fast,
and he's very strong.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

Did you get him?Got him.

- Who was he, Booth?
- Nobody.

Am I right?
He was nobody.

An invisible man
angry at history
for not seeing him.

For a nobody,
he sure wrecked
a lot of lives.

Zack confessed
to killing the lobbyist.
Stabbed him in the heart.

- He never ate anybody?
- No.

- So how did this happen?
- Logic.

No. I'm sorry,chérie.
That might cut it
with you eggheads.

But this happened
the way this always happens.

A strong personality
finds a weak personality
and takes advantage.

I hope we fry the guy.

That's not gonna be
necessary.

Good riddance, I say.

What'll happen
to Zack?I cut a deal.

He pleads guilty,
cooperates, and we find him
non compus mentis.

That way, Zack is moved to
a secure psychiatric facility
instead of going to prison.

No. That won't stand up.
Zack isn't actually insane.

What?Sweets, you're gonna
give this one to Bones.

You understand?

I understand.Good.

I probably could've
spent more time with Zack.

You know, get him to
see the world a bit more.

Those things I say
about secret societies
and conspiracies,

I never knew
he was listening.

- I should've gotten him
a girlfriend.
- The hell with Zack.

He's an adult.
He made his choices.
People are who they are.

- There's nothing any of us
could've done for the guy.
- We love Zack, Cam.

Yeah?
Well, he killed someone.

He deserves to be locked up
for the rest of his life.

I feel I must point out that
what Dr. Saroyan just said...

is obviously her way
of handling grief--
she doesn't mean it.

[ Exhales ] Quite the opposite, in fact.

I knew the day I met Zack
he'd cause me pain.

So what do you got there,
Hodgins?

This is, uh,
Zack's favorite stuff.

What are we
gonna do with it?

[ Saroyan ]
Where he's going, they might
actually let him have it.

Oh. I got him that.

Yeah. Thanks.
He waved that in my face
every day.

Pocket Kama Sutra.

I gave him this so he'd stop
asking Booth sex questions.
[ Laughing ]

♪♪ [ Blues Riff ]

I got Zack this
before he went to Iraq.

Hey.
I drew this for him.

It's interesting that all of
his favorite things are objects
you people gave to him.

I never gave him anything.

Brennan,
he totally loved you.

I mean,
as much as he was capable.

But I never
gave him anything.

Angela.

"Dear Mr. Addy,
it is my pleasure
to offer you...

"the post of my intern
in Forensic Anthropology.

"I chose you from
hundreds of applicants
because of your knowledge,

your desire to learn...

and because I feel you
will find a home here."

I think you gave him
something great, Bones.

What's that mean?