Previously on Bones...
I know this man. He's Ethan Sawyer.
Pelant killed my friend.
The evidence is piling up against Brennan.
This guy Pelant, he's framing you.
I swear to God, if you touch her, I will kill you.
I got to take your gun and badge.
Rules are rules, cherie.
There's nothing I can do.
What if he shows up at my house?
You got to make a run for it, honey. Now.
Bones!
I'm gonna get my family back. You tell Bones that.
This is Da-da. This is Daddy.
Yeah, I bet the next time you see him,
he'll have your tree house finished.
Yep.
And this is all of us together.
Da-da! - Yes!
Da-da.
That's right.
We're all packed, sweetheart.
It's time to go.
You sure we have to leave again?
Yeah, we've been here too long.
New place is quite close.
Give me that little...
You want to go with your grandpa?
Here we go.
Hello.
Do you really have to look at these while you work?
Well, they inspire me.
Pelant framed her for murder.
If we can just figure out how he put her in
the security footage, we can clear her.
Do I really have to explain that to you?
There's something in Sawyer's triangle. If we can just...
You have been trying
to crack this code for months, Angie.
Now, you got to focus on something else, okay?
Look at Pelant's library records again
or why Caroline's bank accounts got hacked.
No, I'm telling you this holds the key.
Maybe there's more than one key.
Hey, come on.
Let's get you something to eat, okay?
Those neurotransmitters of yours aren't gonna fire
without your favorite BLT from the diner.
I miss her.
We all do. Come on.
Seeley, it's that time.
The answer is always the same:
I haven't heard from her, I have no idea where she is.
Are we done now?
We have to go through all your phone calls, e-mails...
Maybe if you spent more time looking into Pelant...
We can't, you know that.
We have nothing on him.
You know what? He was in my house.
I saw him on my security tapes.
Yeah, but when we looked at the footage, somehow he was gone.
Well, he erased himself with the computer. That's his thing.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
with all of your theories.
You're supposed to believe me.
Okay, I can't go through all this again.
I'll find Pelant with or without you.
The issue now is Dr. Brennan. She's a fugitive.
Look, just come into my office.
Oh, look at that, it's lunchtime.
Even us desk jockeys,
we gotta eat, right?
I'll get you a sandwich.
Roast beef, right?
Uh, no, I got it. That's right, tuna, extra mayo.
Seeley, don't do anything stupid.
Hmm.
You had a question?
Ms. Montenegro.
Yes. Come in.
No. You can come out here if you want to talk to me.
Just because this is my office now
doesn't mean I stole it from Dr. Brennan.
You could have said no.
You could have worked from one of the desks out here.
Okay, I'm not doing this.
I need your report from last week's victim: Wallace, Brian.
I told you everything I discovered.
And I need you to put it in a binder
because we use binders now
so everyone has access to the same information.
Brennan didn't use binders. She could remember...
I am not Dr. Brennan. I use binders.
And people like my binders.
Is everything okay here?
He's wasting my time. Unless you don't think
that breaking Pelant's code is important.
Oh, come on. That's not even the point!
Look, she won't do any
of the written reports for the binders.
Yeah, because if he can't do the job like Brennan, then...
He's not Dr. Brennan, Angela.
And he is the resident forensic anthropologist here.
You will respect him.
I don't believe this.
I mean, don't you care?
No, don't, don't go there. Not with me.
We are all doing what we can to get Dr. Brennan
cleared and back here.
But this lab has other work
to do as well.
Well, my first priority is clearing Brennan.
So if you want to stay here and use this facility
to decode Pelant's handiwork,
you'll cooperate with Dr. Edison.
Don't do this.
I'll be fine.
Well, that's for me to decide.
I have kept you safe so far, have I not?
I have to, Dad.
It's the only way. Tempe, please,
let's figure something else out, all right? Please.
Just take care of Christine until I get back.
Tempe...
Now I know the economy hasn't been a friend to any of you,
and you all want to find employment.
Mastering the spreadsheet will give you a skill
you can apply to many jobs.
Now place your cursor on the top...
...top of the far left column.
I'd like to volunteer.
Mine isn't moving.
It's not working.
Uh, um, you just have to left-click the mouse
when you get there.
Cool, boss.
Good job.
Special Agent Hayes Flynn, please.
Maybe you can talk to Seeley.
Pelant's threatening to file charges for stalking.
Seeley isn't gonna listen to anyone
until Pelant's locked up, you know that.
You say this tip was anonymous.
Was it a man or a woman?
I'm not sure. The voice was disguised.
The audio techs are working on it now.
Well, why would... Here you go, Doctor.
...why would anyone go
to the trouble of disguising
their voice to report a crime?
Your guess is as good as mine.
Then how come every time
we guess Pelant, you don't agree?
How long has your team been here?
Ten minutes.
We found it like this.
The remains were uncovered through keyhole excavation
and then through step-trenching.
Each layer has been revealed and highlighted
by brushing, not digging.
- Very professional. - Very.
Thus making it possible for forensics experts, like us,
to pinpoint time of burial.
Who could do something like this?
I know who taught me.
Dr. Brennan.
It's also possible
that these remains are Dr. Brennan's
and that Pelant is playing with us.
What is it?
It's a snowdrop.
This isn't Brennan.
She left this for us.
Hey, put together a search team now.
Dr. Brennan's been here. I want her brought in.
Now!
♪ Bones 8x01 ♪ The Future in the Past Original Air Date on September 17, 2012
♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method == sync, corrected by elderman ==
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Galanthus nivalis Galanthus blooms in winter,
before the vernal equinox, signifying spring's approach.
It's a symbol of hope.
Okay... Meaning?
Well, isn't it obvious?
It's obvious that the high nasal bridge...
Brennan wants us to know that solving this murder
will clear her name so that she can come home.
Meaning Pelant killed this woman?
High nasal bridge indicates Caucasian.
Angela, how do you
get all that from a flower?
Uh, I didn't say anything about a flower.
She won't tell me anything either.
Sternal rib contour puts age at between 35 and
39 years old, and this pelvic inlet belongs to a woman
who has never given birth.
Oh, it's just so wonderful to have your attention.
I'd like you
to send everything we know to Booth end of day today.
By messenger?
By e-mail.
By e-mail? Yes.
Include the flower stuff.
Your express instructions were to avoid e-mails
in any case involving Pelant.
There's no evidence that Pelant is involved here.
And I think Booth should have this news immediately.
Bones sent you a message saying,
"Have hope". Okay, how?
I can't tell you. Thanks for nothing, Ange.
Hey, why are you so mad at me?
How are you communicating with Bones?
I can't tell you 'cause she made me promise.
Bones has been missing for three months.
You have been communicating with her for three months.
I haven't. You won't tell me how.
I haven't even told Hodgins.
Hodgins gets to go home every night
with with the woman he loves and gets
to see his child. I don't.
I'm sorry.
Oh, wait a second. Do you know anything
about this e-mail from Clark?
Yeah. Cam made him send it even though...
The remains match the description
of a high school guidance counselor Carole Morrisey
who went missing ten years ago.
I'll tell her that you love her...
like I always do.
Great. Thanks, but I'll tell her myself.
According to local law enforcement,
they received an anonymous phone call from an unknown man
directing officers to these human remains just off
of a popular jogging trail.
See? Now that's exactly what
you wanted to have happen.
There's Hodgins and Angela and...
it looks like Clark is doing a very good job, but...
I would like to see Booth standing there with his pen
and index cards.
Well, you see Cam, right? You know who she's talking to?
She's talking to Booth.
The citizens of Pitt Meadows, Virginia--
quintessential small town America--
are coming to the realization
that their town isn't as safe as they thought.
Sheriff Frame has reportedly asked for help from the FBI
and the forensic specialists at the Jeffersonian Institution.
Reporting live in Pitt Meadows, Elizabeth Howe, CNB News.
Saroyan.
Yeah, look, it's me.
You know that guidance counselor you have on your slab?
Don't say it that way. She used to be a person.
Well, her name is
Carole Morrisey.
Guess who went to her high school?
Christopher Pelant.
That's right.
Do you think Pelant killed her? Not at all.
Do you think Dr. Brennan thinks he killed her?
Not in the least.
You're on your way there, aren't you?
Nope.
You're lying in case Flynn asks me any questions.
You know what, I don't think anything.
I'm on my way to Atlantic City.
And after this conversation, this phone goes dead.
Got it.
Okay. Okay.
I don't know where Booth is.
I don't think you're being completely honest with me.
Then you have trust issues, stemming from...
I don't know, a bunch of psychological crap.
Something's going on.
There's a murder in Pelant's hometown,
Booth heads off to Atlantic City?
I'm sorry to hear that Agent Booth
is still struggling with his gambling addiction.
You hear from Booth, you call me
within ten seconds.
Yeah, he won't call me.
Why not, you two have a spat?
No, he doesn't want me to lie to you.
Clever.
Everyone around here is so damn clever.
Bones?
Booth.
I knew you'd come.
Wow, I can't believe`
how big she's gotten! Look at her!
Huh? Man...
And you're okay? She's okay, too, right?
Da-da.
We're better now. Da-da.
Da-da? Did you hear that?
She said "da-da."
Da-da! Da da da da da da.
Well, I tell her about you every day,
and she is quite brilliant. Oh, yeah.
Of course, she takes after her dad, huh?
Ha ha, the Da-da.
She said "da-da."
Going in, yes.
Da-da. Hee-hee.
Look at this!
Breakfast, huh? Mm.
My father thought I was crazy for uncovering that body,
but I just couldn't live any more
without knowing when this was going to end.
How'd you find the teacher?
Dad and I started looking into Pelant's history growing up.
School records,
newspaper clippings.
That's when we found out
that his high school guidance counselor disappeared.
No explanation, just vanished.
She was a runner, so...
Ah, she was doing cross-country training in the woods.
Exactly.
So I combed the area for weeks,
until I found some discolored vegetation.
Yes, that's because organic content decomposing
changes the appearance
of plant life.
Right? Doesn't it, right?
Yes, it does.
Yes. Oh, well, you know,
I missed you, so I was reading some of your books.
They're thick. They're really... they're heavy.
I only had time to excavate the remains,
so all I have to examine are these photographs.
But they're not enough.
Well, it's okay.
I mean, Cam's got all the remains
back at the Jeffersonian.
They'll find out what happened.
Plus, they'll get all the school records to Sweets.
No, I have to be the one to examine the remains, Booth.
There has to be a way that...
Look, you don't think that Pelant knows what's going on?
He'll expose you.
He's right, honey.
That's why I have to pack us up.
Already?
Well, Booth being here changes everything.
I know.
There's staining to the trabecular of the sternum.
There must have been a lot of internal bleeding
for staining this deep. Mm.
The trauma to the posterior aspect of the skull
shows fracturing,
which reached a depth of ten to 14 millimeters.
Which would have damaged the cerebrocerebellum.
But wouldn't give us cause of death.
An injury like this would impair motor skills at the worst.
This fracturing looks like it was made
while the victim was moving away.
Please put your findings into the binder.
So what we have here is a deep initial blow,
and then a quick extraction,
which resulted in tapering off to a mere
scraping of the bone.
Which would happen if
the victim was moving away from her assailant.
So if we ID what caused the fracturing,
then we can link it to the killer.
I swabbed the skull injuries.
Yeah?
It was a rock. Red agate.
What? That doesn't make any sense.
I-If the rock was a weapon,
or if she fell on it,
it wouldn't have caused this kind of wound track.
Sorry, but it was definitely red agate.
Did you put your findings into the binder?
Hodgins?
Okay, so Hodgins told me to look at everything fresh.
Forget about the triangle.
And do we hate him or love him for this?
We love him.
So, you got suspended
because Pelant made it look like Brennan was paying you off
so you wouldn't arrest her, right?
You're telling me this again so you could rub it in?
No.
No, I'm tell you this
because I figured out how Pelant did it.
I have proof
that your electronic signature and Brennan's were forged.
You can prove Pelant did that?
No.
I can prove that it was done,
but I... I can't tie it back to Pelant.
He used a parameterized complexity,
which is this...
He covered his tracks.
But you can clear me.
Totally.
I'm gonna send this to
the computer forensics team at the FBI.
Then I can get back on this case
and put that rank little weasel in jail
for the rest of his scrawny-ass life.
Do I sound bitter?
Oh, not nearly enough.
Well, I'm just warming up.
Hey, Bones, you got anything off those pictures?
It looks like there are nicks to C5 and C6,
but they could just be anomalies on the image.
I-I have to examine the bones.
No, you can't do that.
Listen, Bones, we can't keep going through this.
Well, I can't live like this anymore.
Well, what kind of life
are we going to have if they catch you
and throw you in jail for the rest of your life?
I feel like I'm already there. You're not, okay?
I'm here. Christine is here.
That's all that matters right now, all right?
Just take a look at the photos.
One more time.
How'd you get them
to give me the victim's case file?
I'm back on the case, cherie.
And that means you are, too. So speak to me.
What did you find out about the guidance counselor?
Okay.
In the year leading up to her writing
his letter of recommendation to Stanford,
Pelant was suspended for hacking into
the school's computer system to change a grade.
His college recommendation makes him out to be a saint.
Well, Pelant always likes looking like a saint. But...
When you analyze the idiolect used in this letter...
Every one I talk to today is trying to give me a headache.
The language patterns.
You know, linguistic variations of the author.
They're like stylistic and psychological fingerprints.
Thank you. Okay.
So I went through some old articles that Pelant wrote
for the school paper, an essay he won an award for,
as well as some papers that he wrote at Stanford.
They were all very clinical.
You know, determinedly rationalistic,
clear and concise. But...
when I did a multivariate analysis on the other letters
of recommendation from the guidance counselor,
I found far more descriptive
and modified linguistics. Let me guess.
But not in the recommendation she wrote for Pelant.
Pelant may be able to erase what he wants digitally,
but he doesn't know how to erase his writing style.
So he wrote the recommendation himself,
and then killed her so he could go to a school he wanted to?
Well, Stanford was the only school he applied to.
Little toad liked getting his way even then.
And this is the last recommendation sent
before she disappeared.
So Clark should re-examine these remains.
These nicks are not from being buried.
These are cut marks.
Okay, well, maybe I can help him determine
what kind of weapon was used.
Brennan's probably going crazy
not being able to get her hands on these remains.
I'd like her to know that we're making progress.
Um...
Do you think that you could do me a favor?
You've been talking to her.
Uh... no, no.
I... um, I...
Honey, don't ask questions.
How have you been doing it?
I just need you to put flowers someplace.
Is it a code?
I-I don't want to get into it. Angie, come on.
You don't trust me? It's not about that.
If... if I'm the only one who knows,
then everybody else is clean.
You know it has to be that way.
Will you help?
Beautiful flowers, Dr. Hodgins.
And ingenious.
You son of a bitch.
We're watching you.
We're getting closer.
And just know, if you come near any of us,
if you threaten any of us...
Sounds like you're threatening me, Dr. Hodgins.
I am.
I will kill you.
Know that.
I read your FBI files.
The, uh, psychologist reports?
"While exhibiting anger and hostility toward authority,
"Dr. Hodgins uses
"harmless conspiracy theorizing as an outlet.
"Thoroughly prosocial and empathetic,
Hodgins represents no threat."
Sorry.
Sorry, but... you're too good a person, Dr. Hodgins.
You're not capable of killing me.
People change.
Yeah, this is an interesting fact:
you're gasping for air,
but see, it's not your lungs that are crying out for oxygen.
It's your brain.
That's what's dying.
That brilliant brain of yours.
Yeah...
You're getting weaker, aren't you? Hmm?
A little dizzy.
I sound very far away, don't I?
That big brain of yours isn't much help now, hmm?
Is it?
Pelant was there.
You admit to communicating with a wanted murder suspect
using flowers.
Ms. Montenegro had no idea with whom she was--
or was not-- in communication.
Pelant was there-- how about we talk about that?
Did you interact with him in any way?
No, I did not. No matter what he says.
What's that supposed to mean?
Symbolic flowers are a pretty limited form of communication.
Yeah, it was mostly Brennan...
Or someone else.
...telling Booth that she was okay.
Or somebody else.
Got it.
She was waiting for me to tell her
that I had figured out how Pelant framed her
for the murder of Ethan Sawyer.
Which I have not been able to do, yet.
Well, I'll tell you what you're gonna do.
You're gonna go to the next grave on your list,
and you're gonna leave a flower that says,
"Surrender yourself to the FBI."
I can't do that. Then I will arrest you.
Oh, cut that out, now. You will not.
I know what you're trying to do, Agent Flynn.
Dr. Brennan isn't gonna show up at the next drop
now that Pelant knows this flower system.
Okay, cyber-boy, this is the real world now.
I'm not gonna lead you back to her.
But if you want to follow me,
I hope you like Mexican food,
because we're headed for the border.
There's something nobody knows that I'm going to tell you now.
I lied to Flynn; I interacted with Pelant.
How? I...
I choked him until he was unconscious.
I was gonna kill him.
Until I remembered that if I did that,
Brennan would never be able to come home.
You choked a man till he passed out?
A bad man who killed people.
You're hinting that if I'd killed him, I'd be bad, too?
Hinting?
Sweets, I'm not the interesting part of this.
Listen to me.
Pelant wanted me to kill him.
How could you tell?
I can't explain it, it just...
He was staring in my face while I did it,
and what I read there was, "Do it.
Do it."
So you're saying Pelant is suicidal.
I am telling you that he was happy that I wanted to kill him.
Okay? It just...
It seemed like something you should know.
What I know is that you and I need to discuss the fact
that you are capable of murder.
Not cold-blooded murder.
If it's true that Pelant actually wanted you to kill him,
that's different from being suicidal.
Which makes it extremely valuable information.
There are fairly deep nicks here, on the anterior
of the C5 and C6.
Her throat was slit?
Not really consistent with a knife.
They're pretty deep.
I'll consult with Angela, but, uh...
given the size of
Pelant at the age of 16,
the weapon is probably heavier.
Okay, the key will be
to tie Pelant to the murder specifically.
You mean tie the weapon to the murderer.
Dr. Brennan would have done that better, too, I know.
I apologize.
For what?
For not realizing sooner
that what you're working toward here,
to clear Dr. Brennan and bring her home,
will most likely lead to you losing your position here.
It definitely occurred to me.
Yet, what didn't occur to you was to do a bad job.
I'll never forget that.
Five hours.
Yeah, we should get out of here.
No, the arrangement was always
that if Dad wasn't back from a pick-up in six hours,
Christine and I would get the hell out of Dodge.
Max's term, I'm guessing.
At least Max has a good reason for not coming back.
That doesn't make me feel any better.
Oh, believe me, I know.
Oh, Booth.
I had to go. You know why.
You understand.
I understand. Totally.
I didn't know what else to do.
I... it would never be my first choice to cause you pain.
Look...
if he's not back in an hour, we have to go.
You should've stolen that car, Agent Booth.
Max, what are you doing?
I'm trying to start your car.
What do you mean, start my car? Why?
I saw Psycho Boy at the graveyard today.
Tell me you didn't try to kill him.
No, no, what, in broad daylight?
With people everywhere? No.
Get out of the car.
Did you buy your car?
Yeah. With cash, under a fake name.
Yeah, well, it's traceable.
Mine is stolen. It's untraceable.
You take that.
I will take this, and Mr. Pelant will come after this one,
and I will kill him.
No, no, no, no, Max. No, Max.
Just turn it off. Bad idea, Max.
Max!
Yeah, Flynn, it's, uh... Booth.
Listen, I've tried talking some sense into Brennan,
tried to bring her in.
Sure you did.
She's heading south on State Road 47,
north of Cullen.
She's driving a, uh, '86 blue Toyota Cressida
with Pennsylvania plates.
You're the second person to call that car in as stolen.
Cam.
Yes, Dr. Hodgins?
You need to leave.
I beg your pardon?
And take Clark with you.
And the security guards,
and everybody.
What about you?
I will be in my office,
getting caught up on the white binders.
And seeing absolutely nobody you shouldn't see.
I don't understand.
I am taking you to dinner, we're gonna have drinks.
We actually may drink so much that we're late in the morning.
Okay.
But are all the security guards coming with us?
What's happening?
All good? Yeah.
Okay.
Hey.
Hi.
All right.
Look, we don't have a lot of time
before people figure out you're here.
So you're sure you can do this? Clark is very organized.
His binders are quite a brilliant idea.
Is something wrong, Angela? Yeah.
I...
I really missed you, so much. That's great, okay.
Don't you have some kind of computer code you have to crack?
All right, um...
This has all the information the FBI needs
to track the incoming and outgoing e-mails on our secure server.
Thanks. Yeah.
We'll need to swab the injuries
on C5 and C6. I'm on it.
Sweets! Finally.
Agent Booth.
I'm very uncomfortable about this.
You know, as an FBI agent,
it's my sworn duty to arrest Dr. Brennan.
It's so good to see you, by the way.
It's been too long.
- You, too. - Just give her a day.
Okay?
If she can't find the answer, you can arrest her,
and me, for harboring a criminal. Me, too.
Why do you want him here?
I needed someone I could trust to protect you.
Hey!
Someone I knew who had a gun, and knew how to use it.
Master-rated marksman, so...
Great, thanks, I gotta get this to Flynn.
There are also injuries from L5 to L3.
From his notes, Dr. Edison posited an axe.
Well, if I find out what it was made from,
maybe I can narrow down what kind of axe.
Pelant has hacked into secure e-mails
between the Jeffersonian and the FBI.
That's a violation of his parole.
Look, we can lock him up
while we're putting this whole murder case against him.
First of all, Seeley,
I have no idea what any of this means. Right.
We just get the computer forensics guys to look at it.
Well, how about we get your full statement first,
about where you disappeared to
and who you've been with? Forget procedure.
Let's get this to forensics, now.
As far as any government agency is concerned,
Pelant is clean, Seeley.
If I go after him with no cause...
How are you going to feel when he walks away from this murder,
just like all the others?
Or better yet, how are you going to feel
if next time he kills someone you know?
Yeah. This is Flynn.
I need your best guy in the fourth floor conference room, now.
So get his ass out of bed.
The desiccated cartilage on the lateral femoral
and tibial condyles indicate tearing.
So that's good.
Not for the victim.
Well... yeah.
Coupled with the torn cartilage
on the talus and medial malleolus,
it means she was hung upside down,
which also explains the blood staining
on the inside of the sternum.
Okay, so you're saying she was hung, gutted, and bled?
That is consistent with
both Dr. Saroyan's and Dr. Edison's findings, as noted.
All right, so we're close.
This means I don't have to arrest you.
Right? Not close enough yet.
Dr. Hodgins?
I don't have the results yet.
No, I'm thinking about the skull.
What was the trace you found there?
It's red agate. It's a rock found in Virginia.
Why aren't your findings included in Dr. Edison's binder?
Really?
Oh. Sorry.
Yeah, it's all here.
Angie did a model of what the agate would have looked like
to make the wound track.
Pelant snared the victim
while she was running through the woods.
As she fell backward, her head hit the rock.
The wound retracted because she was being pulled up.
My God, we've missed you.
Now we just need a murder weapon.
Excellent, Mr. Bobrick.
Now, uh, open up the spreadsheet and input the new figures.
FBI.
Christopher Pelant,
you are under arrest for violating
the federal computer fraud and abuse statute 18 U.S.C. 1030.
Th-that's not true.
I haven't done anything. You have.
Even a genius can make a few mistakes.
That's too tight!
Not for me, it isn't.
Let's go.
8:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning,
this better be good.
They took Pelant into custody
after hacking into an FBI e-mail system,
so we have a little room to breathe.
Well, I'll be damned.
Don't be so surprised.
You made Clark send that e-mail to set up Pelant.
Oh, you and your conspiracy theories.
Are you any closer to tying the murder to Pelant?
I discovered some traces of tamahagane in the bone.
It's a Japanese steel.
Hopefully it'll help Dr. B.
Who, of course, is not here.
Of course not.
Which is why you can tell security
that they won't be needed on a Sunday to check the lab,
because I'll be here to look after things.
That is very generous of you.
Hey, I'm nothing if not dedicated.
This gobbledygook is
your friend Ethan's code,
and I cannot get a line on this at all.
I'm sorry.
Ethan was extremely schizophrenic when he wrote this.
We don't really know how much reality he could grasp.
It's not gobbledygook.
How do you know?
Because Pelant wouldn't have killed
Ethan Sawyer if that didn't scare him in some way.
This triangle...
it's a scientist's effort to distill, uh, human motivation
into a rational construct, correct?
That's one way to put it.
There are three sides to a triangle.
Your understanding of geometry is not very advanced.
Well, I wasn't finished.
There are three sides to Pelant: one, the base is his
constant rebirth into innocence, you know,
the face that he shows the world.
Okay.
Side number two is his secret personae.
What does that mean? The killer,
the secret murderer.
And side number three?
Hodgins provided me with that yesterday.
Pelant wants one of us to kill him.
All right, so right in the dumper with that one, huh?
Why would you say that?
Her face went all blank.
No, blank is Angela's thinking face.
It means leave her alone. Oh.
Come on. Sorry.
Dr. Edison was extremely thorough.
Everyone hates entering notes into those white binders.
I know the problem.
What problem?
With the weapon. It's not an axe.
Even you can't tell that in a glance, Dr. Brennan.
No, I can tell it by looking
at the findings in Dr. Edison's notebook.
You figured that the weapon was a heavily weighted
object like an axe because Pelant was small in high school.
In fact, he was heavy.
All the photos of Pelant in the yearbook
show him to be slight of stature.
Those are all digital.
My father looked him up an actual paper yearbook
and found that Pelant never appeared.
Then how do you know he was heavy?
A 200-pound person puts approximately 600 pounds
of pressure on their knee joints just by walking.
Even after the weight is lost, there are lingering
symptoms of osteoarthritis which affect gait,
carriage and posture.
Pelant was fat?
In the vernacular, yes.
The salient point is
that the weapon 16-year-old Christopher Pelant used
to kill Carole Morrisey
weighed significantly less than an axe.
Dr. Hodgins determined
that the weapon was made of tamahagane;
the steel used in
the traditional Japanese smelting process
used to make swords.
Pelant used a Japanese sword?
Dad had coffee with Pelant's grandfather a couple of times.
He fought in World War II,
Pacific theater. It was common
for soldiers to bring back souvenirs from battle.
Caroline will get a warrant to search the family home.
You got him.
Perhaps.
No, you got him.
♪ Hey! ♪
♪ Ho! ♪
♪ Hey! ♪
♪ Ho! ♪
♪ I been trying to do it right ♪ ♪ Hey! ♪
♪ I been living a lonely life ♪ ♪ Ho! ♪
♪ I been sleeping here instead ♪ ♪ Hey! ♪
♪ I been sleeping in my bed ♪ ♪ Ho! ♪
♪ Sleeping in my bed ♪ ♪ Hey! ♪
♪ Ho! ♪
♪ Hey! ♪ ♪ So show me family ♪
♪ Hey! ♪ ♪ All the blood that I will bleed ♪
♪ Ho! ♪ ♪ I don't know where I belong ♪
♪ Hey! ♪ ♪ I don't know where I went wrong ♪
♪ Ho! ♪ ♪ But I can write a song ♪
♪ Hey! ♪
♪ I belong with you ♪
♪ You belong with me ♪
♪ You're my sweetheart ♪
♪ I belong with you, you belong with me ♪
♪ You're my sweet ♪ Ho! ♪
Satisfied?
I'd be more satisfied if he were dead.
No, we're putting him away for murder, Max.
Better him than me, I guess.
This guy Pelant, he needs killing, Booth.
♪ I'd be standing on Canal ♪ ♪ Ho! ♪
♪ And Valerie ♪ ♪ Hey! ♪
♪ Ho! ♪ ♪ She'd be standing next to me ♪
♪ Hey! ♪
♪ I belong with you, you belong with me ♪
♪ You're my sweetheart ♪
♪ I belong with you, you belong with me ♪
♪ You're my sweetheart ♪
♪ Love ♪
♪ We need it now ♪
♪ Let's hope... for some ♪
♪ So... we're bleeding now ♪
♪ I belong with you, you belong with me ♪
♪ You're my sweetheart ♪
♪ I belong with you, you belong with me ♪
♪ You're my sweet ♪ ♪ Ho! ♪
♪ Hey! ♪
♪ Hey...! ♪
Booth picked this up,
so I have no idea how good it is.
As long as it has booze in it, I'll be fine.
Um, it's, uh, it's not my house,
obviously, and it's not my party,
but if I could just have your attention for a second.
Um, I would like you all to know
that I have officially relinquished control
of the Major Crimes Unit to my good friend Seeley Booth.
Yeah.
Whoa! I get my office back now.
All right, but I'm keeping the chair.
Mm, no chair.
Dude, come on, let's keep it civil.
Seriously. It's like lumbar nirvana.
We'll figure that out.
All right, anyway, not that I have not enjoyed
working with you squints, but, um,
I'm gonna take my chances with domestic terrorism.
Uh, less prickly type of personality over there.
That's not true.
He's being hyperbolic, I think.
Go ahead. Go ahead.
I would like to announce that Dr. Temperance Brennan
is no longer a suspect in the murder of Ethan Sawyer
and can resume her rightful place at the Jeffersonian.
Yeah.
Oh, I have an announcement to make.
The Jeffersonian actually needs
two forensic anthropologists:
one to solve crime, and the other
to pursue serious archaeological work.
I hate crime...
and I love serious archaeological work!
I love crime.
I've been angry
at Angela for the past
three months, and I...
Thanks for getting my family back.
Thank you.
Hi.
Hey. How are you?
Hey, look at that!
Bones is back, right?
You still angry with me?
No.
I did what I thought was right for Christine.
I know. You did the right thing.
If... if I told you we were leaving,
you would have been an accomplice.
We needed you here to catch Pelant.
Bones, you don't have to explain.
You did the right thing. I understand.
I'm sorry.
Why are you sorry
for doing the right thing?
I'm sorry for how you must have felt when I did the right thing.
Yeah, you know what?
I think I like you better as a blonde.
Oh, no.
Mmm.
Get up here.
Hold on.
No, Booth.
Booth.
What?
What's going on?
If you can't behave yourself then you're going
to have to turn around because that is
a fully accredited representative
of the Egyptian government,
which I wasn't certain still existed.
What did you mean when you said Pelant is not Pelant?
That man is Bassam Alfayat.
No, that is most definitely Christopher Pelant.
His physiognomy...
His fingerprints, DNA,
work history, medical records,
everything identifies him as Alfayat.
So does his official history: left Egypt
age six, boarding school in England, Canada,
then high school and university here.
You're saying that he wiped out his identity
and created a new one?
The Egyptians are taking him home tonight.
There's nothing you can do? Nothing.
Booth? Please?
If you hurt him, you will lose your job.
Bones!
That's assault. She assaulted me!
I'm a witness, if you want to stay here and press charges.
Get him out of here.
If you're not gonna kiss her,
I just might have to do it myself.
What kind of flower is that?
It's a marigold.
What's that mean?
"Pain and grief."
It means "Pain and grief."
Let's go.
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What's that mean?