We're requesting medical support...
- Where'd the fire start? - Not sure yet.
It spread through the ducting, though.
Maybe you'd like something a little more exciting, like Attica.
My neighbours are renovating their apartment. A workman left his radio on.
Hip-hop is not conducive to sleep.
- Can you get me out? - You allowed to put that many in one cell?
Cut the warden a little slack. 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. You stay close, OK?
A lot of these animals haven't seen a woman since Reagan was president.
The body's in here.
- Sure it's Howard Epps? - This was his cell.
- Why not keep him on death row? - We don't have one.
He was transferred to Bayview to be closer to the courthouse for his trial.
Victim is male, approximately 30 years of age.
He matches Epps' general size and build. Contortion indicates a painful death.
After killing four teenage girls, it's just what the doctor ordered.
It seems as if someone threw accelerant on him, lit him on fire.
- Any idea who'd 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.
What are you saying?
This is not Howard Epps.
- Impossible. - Are all your prisoners accounted for?
- They are if this is Epps. - And 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. - I want this block...
Listen, close off a 30-mile radius of the Bayview Federal Penitentiary.
Howard Epps escaped.
- He looks short. - Is that important?
- You were supposed to say no. - But you are short.
- And the article describes you as robotic. - Yeah, and wildly intelligent.
- You called me the heart of the operation? - Yeah.
- That was before you called me short. - Zack called you short.
I think you're just the right height.
- Yeah? - Short men have better leverage.
- I'm feeling uncomfortable. - Any answers?
Hope you enjoyed your 15 minutes of fame. We have a psycho on the loose. Back to work.
I photograph well.
- OK, so what have we got? - The accelerant was distilled alcohol.
Fractures support 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 ever anyone 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 there'll be another article that won't be so kind. Where's Dr Brennan?
- She and Booth are talking to Epps' wife. - ID the remains.
I'm no longer involved in Howard's life.
It's hard to believe, being his wife and all.
Ex-wife. The judge signed my divorce papers last month.
Why didn't it work out? 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 contact with him in over six months.
I'd like to place you in protective custody until we find him.
- That won't be necessary. - Mrs Epps,
the women in Howard's life don't live very long.
I appreciate your concern, Dr Brennan, but I've changed jobs, apartments...
We found you. Howard could too.
I have a new life and a new boyfriend.
Raymond's a good man. If he found out...
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 can't 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.
- You can't let her go. She's not safe. - I can't force her to take protection.
I'll have the local police drive by her house every couple of hours, make sure she's safe.
- You're not safe, either. - I'm not unhinged. I can take care of myself.
You and Epps, OK - it's personal. You're everything that he hates.
- What is that exactly? - You're a smart, strong, confident woman.
You figured him out, you made him feel powerless,
so he's gonna want to prove that you're weak and inferior.
So, you are not to go out on your own... ever.
- Hi. - Did the wife give you anything?
Chills. I need you to double security here at the lab.
- You think Epps will come after Brennan? - I can't rule anything out with Epps.
- I'll take care of it. - Look, 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.
The burn victim is Donald Kent, a decorated firefighter.
- Epps would appreciate the irony. - 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 any more.
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 thought since Epps makes me sick... - 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.
Wow. That's, like, movie huge.
- Where the hell'd you get that? - The mall.
- The mall? - Yeah. It's pretty big, right?
- Bigger than the one you have. - It's not the size, it's how you use it.
I think size is pretty important.
The point is, you shouldn't have a gun in the first place.
- If you do have one, bigger is always better. - You're not helping.
- This does seem like a private conversation. - Yeah, private.
People see you with that, then everyone in this place will start packing.
This is America. Get used to it.
Brennan.
I'd forgotten how nice it was to breathe fresh air.
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 have an 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.
- What's going to happen, Howard? - I can't answer all your questions.
Use your head, Dr Brennan.
Use your head.
He's in a payphone on Water Street and 23rd.
Bus stop. Three different lines.
Recheck every bus stop. Bring any witnesses to me.
Booth.
Epps left us something.
What is that?
- It's bone. - Shaved down by a rough sandpaper.
- Hodgins found mica grit. - If Epps comes near Angela, I'll kill him.
- What about the rest of us? - We will all be fine. Cam increased security.
And you have the big gun.
Hey, tough to keep that one a secret. Beautiful woman with a weapon?
Very Guns & Ammo, summer issue.
I'm gonna concentrate on my work now.
Osteon count places the victim's age as mid-thirties.
I'll run amelogenin and nuclear DNA tests to get sex and race.
I got the chemical breakdown.
Powders in the bone are organic. It's a mixture of cardamom, tamarind and kokum.
- Spices? - Yeah.
The bone wasn't cooked. Why would he add spices to it?
Epps like puzzles. The spices are a message.
Angela.
- Oh, my God. - What happened?
- A heart. - Definitely human.
Adult. DNA can give us sex.
- He's killed two people today. - If this heart is from the same victim.
What? What is it?
It's the DC Sentinel article about the lab.
Every line is blacked out except for one.
"Dr Hodgins called Angela the heart of the operation."
You'll have to stay in here.
How did this get in here? I thought there was security.
So did 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 bike messenger. He said a man matching Epps' description
approached him on L Street. Paid cash.
- He's playing with us. - Not for long.
- How's Angela? - Angry.
She insisted on helping me, which worked well.
She realised that Epps' present was a recipe.
- The heart? - No. The ingredients in the vial.
After he ground up the bone, Epps mixed it with spices which are used in making curries.
- Indian food. - Epps' wife.
The last address we had for her was in Little India over a curry restaurant.
Come on.
I could have the bureau pull your licence.
Yeah, and I could assign Zack as your forensic anthropologist.
Place hasn't been rented since she moved.
It's just not logical.
Playing games with us?
It's just gonna lead us right to him.
Wait.
If the lights are off, then why is the refrigerator working?
OK. Just stand back.
It's not booby-trapped.
The neck was severed just above the shoulders.
The jagged marks on the bone indicate Epps used some kind of saw to decapitate her.
No sign of blunt-force trauma to the skull, Epps' usual MO. 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 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? - Too early to tell.
What do you mean, too early? Just cut open the damn head and find out what's inside.
- There are protocols, Booth. - I'm sure Epps is concerned about protocols.
This is my autopsy, we'll 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 gerbil back in his cage, that's all.
- OK, that's terrifically disturbing. - What?
Massive blood aspiration to the soft tissue of the neck.
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 her.
His FBI profiler believes he was emotionally attached to her.
- Prison log shows he wrote to her constantly. - That's sick.
But helpful. I mean, if he feels responsible for his mother being in jail,
we can knock him off his game.
- What's that smell? - Mould. It grows in fat creases of the obese.
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 found some drugs in your place.
Those are my pills. My doctor gave them to me. I need my medicine.
They're not properly labelled. This could take us a few days to sort out with your doctor.
- We're looking for Howard, Mrs Epps. - Howard's in jail.
I haven't seen him or talked to him in years.
Howard 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 wanna blame me?
You made your son bathe in ammonia.
The women he would go out with were loose, not the right kind for a God-fearing son.
Wanted him to wash their scent off.
Anything else you can tell us that might help us find your son before he kills again?
- It's not my fault what he did. - Yeah, OK.
Uh, that's all for now. We'll have an agent escort you back to your cell.
Uh, of course you have the right to an attorney.
I should've been harder on him, beat him more regular.
But I'm a nice person, too nice. That's my problem.
Too nice.
- Marian Epps is clearly a bad mother. - You think?
But people have bad mothers and aren't serial killers.
- That's why I don't put stock in psychology. - I don't care how you explain it.
The guy, he's an animal. He's got no conscience.
How does one draw moral distinctions between killers?
There are crimes of passion, crimes committed out of desperation,
usually followed by remorse or 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. - You can't blame yourself.
It's me he's after. Everyone else shouldn't be involved.
It's not your fault. It's all Epps', which is why I'm gonna take this little bastard down.
Booth.
- Booth, we're being followed. - Mm-hm. That's right.
Two agents all the time at a very discreet distance.
I don't care how big your gun is, all right?
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.
Parker comes here every day with his nanny.
Rose! Rose, where's Parker?
- On the merry-go-round. He was just there. - Parker!
Parker!
- Parker! - Parker.
Parker.
Parker!
Parker?
Parker!
Parker. Parker.
- Here you are. - Booth!
- What? - Over there.
Parker! Parker.
Daddy.
Oh, my God. All right.
Look, a man bought me ice cream.
- That was my favourite. - I'll buy you another. Listen to me.
- What did this man look like? - A man. Said he was your friend.
What did he say to you? Did he say anything else?
To use my napkin.
Booth.
"My name is Parker. Ask me how I can solve this case."
- All right. What else did he tell you? - Nothing. He was just nice.
OK, just listen to me, Parker. This man is trying to hurt Daddy's friends, OK?
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.
Never talk to strangers, OK? You never...
I'm sorry, buddy. It's OK, all right? I'm sorry.
- What's going on? - There's just an investigation going on.
I'll have these agents take you and Parker home and keep you safe. All right?
I'm sorry. It's OK.
- No. - I didn't say anything.
You've been in here so often since they left. I'll tell you when I finish.
I could take the head and x-ray it. You could finish...
No. We have these protocols for a reason.
Saroyan.
- Have you opened the head yet? - I just told Zack...
- Epps went after my kid, Cam. - Parker.
You know there's something there. It's something we need. He wants us to find it.
- You're upset. - Of course I'm upset.
I know there are protocols, but he could've killed my son.
Get me the number two saw.
I found bruising to the back of her head. I'll cut below it so I don't disturb the area.
- I hate this part. - Me too.
Dr Saroyan?
Protocol.
Biological containment.
Unknown hazardous material.
We need an emergency medical team at the autopsy lab ASAP.
- What happened? - I don't know.
- Oh, my God. Cam! - Dr Saroyan, they're on their way.
Heart rate is erratic. There's clotting in the kidneys.
- How bad is that? - Bad enough.
What worries us more is the lung damage. The toxin has caused oedema.
- I don't know what that means. - Fluid build-up.
Essentially, she's drowning. I'm sorry.
- If she has family nearby, send for them. - Yeah. 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. - He's fine, so it's probably not a toxic gas.
Zack says it was a powder, so there could be traces on her clothing.
Just work fast, OK, Hodgins? Just work fast.
Considering the relationship between you and Cam, I'd like to say the right thing, but...
I don't know what it is. Usually, I'd...
I'd ask you or Angela.
You just said it. Thanks.
- Can't find any 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, I'd be in the hospital with Cam.
No particles on her clothing. It had to be a gas.
- It wasn't. Are we having an argument? - Of course.
- Why? - Because Cam's dying,
I should be with Angela, and there are no particles.
On the clothing. What about the glass part still left in the head?
I'm not angry at you any more.
Hey.
Welcome back.
Why can't I breathe?
Your saw, it, uh, hit some kind of poison,
but, uh... you're gonna be all right.
Zack?
He's fine. Everyone... everyone's good.
I'm...
I'm so sorry that I put so much pressure on you to hurry. I didn't, uh...
It's not your fault.
Epps did this to me.
Hey.
- Your family's coming. - Oh, God.
And I thought poison was my biggest problem.
You look exhausted.
What have you got?
OK.
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 a 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, it would be something that changes composition after exposure to air.
Let's hope he's not as smart as you.
I'm gonna go sit with Cam for a while.
Brennan.
So who'd I get?
If you're talking about the bulb in Caroline's head, we removed it.
- How'd you get it in without breaking it? - I saw the emergency vehicles.
I know I got someone. They might 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.
OK, then. It was nice talking to you.
Wait. Wait.
Yes, Dr Brennan?
Dr Saroyan.
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? - 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'll tell you about your mother.
You don't run the game. I run the game.
You're gonna be sorry.
A cellphone downtown. There's a team on its way.
He's already gone.
Hey. Hodgins find the poison?
Not yet.
How's Cam?
Worse. She can't breathe on her own. They...
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. This is gonna take all of us.
I'll drive.
Put too small a sample into the photoelectric aerosol sensor,
then I'll both lose the sample and not get an accurate response.
There's about one ten-thousandth of a gram on this shard.
We're not getting enough. Not to mention the particles are extremely small,
- about 1.6 micrometers in diameter. - Hey. What's the poison?
- I don't know yet. - What do you know?
It's not a common poison - arsenic, cyanide, mercuric chloride.
Start by telling the hospital what it isn't. What was in Caroline Epps' hair?
The white powder? It's just common plaster dust.
There was also a very small amount of sodium hydrosulphide in her ear.
Put those two together, what do we have?
- Dry-walling and... - Uh, uh... leather goods?
I'll look through the evidence, see if I can find them.
- Booth. - What?
I'm sorry. Without more material, it's...
No, you're both doing a great job. Now it's up to me to find Caroline Epps' body.
- Booth? - What?
We've endowed Epps with intelligence he does not have.
- His clues are unsophisticated word games. - Yeah?
"My name is Parker. Ask me how I can solve this case."
- I asked Parker. - Doesn't have to be your son.
It can be something else named Parker, to do with leather goods or dry wall.
Do a Boolean search.
OK, 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.
Um... Uh...
- What? - I really need him to come back.
Booth!
Whatever you got better be worth dying for.
There's a Parker & Parker Leather Goods
owned by the Parker brothers on Parker Street in the town of Parker outside Arlington.
- That's a lot of Parkers. - Let's go.
Grab your boss and let's get going. Come on.
Let's fan out.
Clear! Go, John.
Check that door.
Clear.
Come on, knowing Epps, how do we know that's Caroline's body?
- If it isn't, it'll still be a clue. - Let me do this.
All right. No, uh...
Jam all the frequencies. If he's got a remote detonator, it ain't gonna work now.
- No sign of trip wires. - There it is.
On her stomach. The poison, like Epps said.
- I'll just... - No, Zack.
Don't hesitate. Put your palm on the stomach and press down.
- What? - That was a pressure trigger.
- Body's booby-trapped. Everybody out! - Roger that. Let's go.
- Go! - What do I do?
- Don't be scared. - I'm not. I just need to know what to do.
- I wanna help. - Out. Now.
Zack, uh...
This, uh...
- This is gonna hurt. - You or me?
Mostly you. On three, I want you to jump back as high as you can.
- I'm not a good jumper. - Be a good counter.
I am a good counter. On three.
One, two...
Three.
The explosion occurred as FBI agents searched for serial killer Howard Epps.
At least one person was killed in the blast.
Dr Zack Addy, a forensic anthropologist working with the FBI, died at the scene.
Special Agent Seeley Booth remains in critical condition.
Huh! That's creepy. Zack dead and me in critical condition, right?
- But why? It's not true. - Let's just hope Epps buys it.
- You gonna be all right? - My injuries didn't come from the explosion,
but from being slammed into the floor.
- Apparently you are 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 got the poison.
Which is good because Caroline's body was blown to pieces.
That was good thinking, though. You keeping your wits.
Maybe what I did was...
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 there was no sweet smell on release.
Are you talking to the evidence?
Just working through this as systematically as possible.
When this is over, I am moving to a doorman building, getting an unlisted number,
and hiring a full-time bodyguard named Knuckles.
- Don't get paranoid. - Funny, coming from a conspiracy theorist.
Of course! Methyl bromide. I'll call the hospital.
- Methyl bromide mixed with plaster dust. - What's the treatment?
- Racemic epinephrine. I called the hospital. - Shouldn't you be there?
Priorities. One. Be there for someone coming back from the brink of death.
Two. Catch the serial killer. Everything else is unimportant.
I'm gonna see Cam, and you're gonna go home and get some sleep.
Why can't I go home?
- Didn't you just hear the news? You're dead. - What about Epps?
I got an entire surveillance team outside your house watching you.
Why does everybody question me? I'm the hero.
- Why's it taking so long? - It's not.
She's responding.
- Camille? - Seeley.
- Don't call me Seeley. - Don't call me Camille.
How you feeling, babe?
Like I got poisoned by a disembodied head full of plaster dust.
Plaster dust.
Everything's secure. Agent Holtz will be in the hallway. Another agent will be in the lobby.
Thank you.
- Good night. - Good night.
Check the apartment next door.
Dead end.
- You won't let me shoot him, will you? - You knew he'd be here.
It was the only scenario that made sense.
Heading for the balcony, Howie? Hope you can fly cos 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, turns out.
One minute. All I want is one minute alone with you.
- Fine with me. - Don't provoke the lunatic.
- 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.
In the line of fire, Bones.
You're not getting away, Howard.
- Look who the killer is now, Agent Booth. - A little help here, Bones.
I got nothing but dead weight here. Help me.
- Sorry. I can't reach. - Grab the railing.
You're gonna drop me anyway. Just get it over with.
- Son of a bitch. - You think you don't want me dead?
- 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.
Unit on the ground saw what happened. So did the sniper across the street.
- You tried to save him. - Yep.
No one could've helped him.
Yeah.
You can take off now.
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 pulling Zack from the explosion.
My wrist wasn't hurt, Bones.
- I wish you'd let me shoot him. - No, you don't.
- I'll put you up there. - No, I don't want to get on.
Up. Up. There you go.
All right?
Knuckles.
Hi. How'd you know I was here?
Saturday morning. How's Parker?
I'm afraid I freaked him out the other day. He's scared of this place. I gotta put that right.
That's you all over,
putting things right.
Cam gets released from the hospital today?
Yeah.
What?
What happened to Cam happened because we had a personal relationship.
Had?
Yeah. People who work in high-risk situations 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 OK now.
Yeah. You know, it's important to... make things right.
We 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?
ENGLISH SDH