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 -16% .
Supporting the theory that the deceased was born in Provence.
- 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. Losing a loved one is...
A partner, Sweets. I lost a partner.
Someone close to you. The funeral allows you to grieve and come to terms with his death.
The Arunta Aboriginals grieve by burning down their village and moving to a new one.
That's no crazier to me than gathering around a hole.
- 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 favour.
I have to go to the funeral.
I won't be able to get through this alone.
I've been crying for, like, days.
I really need your shoulder here.
I need my best friend.
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 FBI.
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.
She 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 didn't he save Booth?
Stand by!
Port arm!
Aim!
Excuse me!
Hey!
What the hell is going on?
They appear to be fighting.
Bones. Nice shot.
What?
The Bureau faked my death so I could finally get that guy.
- I don't care. - I drove him underground.
He said we'd only ever see him again at my funeral...
- I don't care. - Who is he?
What part of "national security" don't you understand?
"National security." Catch-all phrase for "we do what we want".
I knew I shouldn't have gone. It was a complete waste of time.
- My funeral was a waste of time? - I thought it was a lovely service, Booth.
- Thanks. I expected more people, though. - I imagined a lot of ex-girlfriends crying.
- Yeah, me too. - You guys are pathetic.
I won't be attending your next funeral.
You were supposed to know I wasn't dead. That's why I thought you weren't crying.
Informed by who?
I gave a list of people to the Bureau to inform. If they didn't tell you, it's not my fault.
Dr Brennan's 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 passionate act.
- Thank you. Did you hear that? Passion? - Anger at being manipulated is a passion.
- Dr Brennan? - Forget it.
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. - Someone's been snacking on that.
As in cannibalism?
- Cannibalism does not necessarily mean... - 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 involved ritualised cannibalism.
- 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 skeleton out of the bones of his victims.
- I've seen enough. - Booth?
- I'm thinking. - Thinking about what, exactly?
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.
- Is it a cake or a pickle? - It's Schrödinger's cat.
That I understand. Cakes and pickles meant nothing to me.
- Are you paralysed by the paradox, Booth? - I'll make this easy. What do you need first?
- Identity. - Let's go, people.
Whoa. OK. Easy.
All right, whoa. You can't... All right. There you go.
The tooth sockets may contain enough tissue to check DNA.
- Zack, there are markings on this bone. - 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.
OK. I, uh, give you all permission to do whatever it is that you squints do.
I'll, uh, just...
Call me.
Let's go.
- I need to talk to you. - What the hell?!
I'm in my house, in my bathroom, in my bathtub.
- How did you get in? - The fake rock by the door is fooling nobody.
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? It's very unhealthy.
What the hell do you want? Cos I'm not feeling too relaxed.
- You should've told me you weren't dead. - I explained.
The Bureau has to vet everyone. I was just following protocol.
- Protocol?! - Yes!
We've been partners for three years. You've broken protocol and put my life in danger.
Which makes sense - 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? - You could've called me.
Did you really think I needed to be vetted?
- Don't you trust me? - Of course.
- It must've been something you said. - I don't know why you weren't told.
But you said I should be. 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.
The marks on the mandible indicate the bones have been gnawed on.
- But not with teeth. - The markings were made by dentures.
A toothless cannibal can't cut it in today's competitive serial-killer climate.
- How do you know he wore dentures? - Zack found polymethyl methacrylate,
monomer, and tetrasilicic fluoromica on the mandible.
I'm gonna assume that's what dentures are made of.
But not commercial dentures from the dentist.
Main ingredient is polymethyl methacrylic.
- These were home-made. - I got our victim's DNA results.
- Is it the lobbyist? - Yup. Gormogon's last victim.
I was wondering when some part of him would show up.
- What's that sucking sound? - This is my house, OK?
You come into my house, there's no telling what you'll hear!
Dr Saroyan, regarding the denture medium, if we recreate the process...
It could tell us about Gormogon's resources.
If you want to do one of your experiments, just say.
We want to do one of our experiments.
Go. Make plastic cannibal dentures.
- Place the jawbone in the skeleton. - Why?
It keeps an interactive relationship with the killer. That's why he provided the screws.
We give him something, he reciprocates.
Did you see me on TV? No one has mentioned I was on TV.
How would he know if we added the jawbone?
He has some way of finding out. Which is another reason to do it.
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.
- A cry for attention. - Bones broke into my house...
- There was a key! ...angry because no one told her I was dead.
- I was just following protocol. - Broke in?
- There was a key. - Barged into my bathroom.
- What were you doing? - Drinking beer, reading a comic.
- I was taking a bath. - You read comics and drink beer naked?
Wait a second. Bones bursts into my bathroom and I'm weird for being naked?
This thermoplastic has a melting point of approximately 1800° Fahrenheit.
This would work better if we made a paste of the monomer and polymethyl methacrylate.
That would entail complicated cosolvents
to allow copolymerisation without substantial phase separation.
The monomer's melting point is far below the polymethyl methacrylate.
You just sat there naked?
It's my bathroom. What do you wear in the tub? Floaties?
- Ready for the monomer? - Yes. I believe so.
- The mould is on the side table. - You get it. I'll mix in the monomer.
No, I'll mix it in. Please hand me the monomer, then the mould.
Since when did I become the assistant?
Since I became the uncontested king of the lab.
Hey, hey!
- Hodgins... - I'm all right. I'm all right. I'm OK.
- Oh, my God. - Oh, God.
Zack? A medical team's on its way. Oh, my... I'll get the burn kit.
- Is he OK? - He's in shock, Bones. Look at his hands.
Zack?
- Is Hodgins OK? - He's fine. Just a few minor cuts.
Don't worry. You're gonna be as good as new.
That would be impossible. The damage is...
- We'll get you the best doctors. - The cartilage is destroyed.
In addition, the trapezoid and hamate on my left hand...
- Hey, how about a little optimism? - I know that I can still be quite useful.
Mentally, I'm still exceptional. And with prostheses...
Hey.
- How are you, Zack? - Quite severely injured. Are you all right?
I'm OK, man.
Hey, anything you need, Zack, just ask.
- Do you know how it happened? - I just added three grams of monomer.
That doesn't make sense. There was no amide or carbonyl in the monomer, was there?
- No. Just phenylethene. - I thought so. And the PMMA was...
- Hodgins, he has third-degree burns. - The doctor said you should rest, Zack.
She's right. Hey, we're gonna figure this out, OK?
You won't be alone. One of us will be here all the time.
- 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.
A simple monomer wouldn't explode. It just wouldn't happen.
Isn't the FBI 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.
I'm sure he's... fine. But I'm... independent.
You suspect there could be a conspiracy in the Bureau?
Do I hear a little 'tude, young man?
No, no. But why would there be a conspiracy in this case?
Totally 'tudeless question.
Prominent public figures being murdered and eaten.
Evidence 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 King to talk about the case, and TMZ, 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... ... boom.
The containers must've been switched.
Zack thought he was adding a monomer he had made,
but it was actually a volatile explosive.
Yes, I'm busy. Cancel all my patients. You don't have to tell them anything.
- What are you doing? - A word.
- I'm talking. - Hang up.
I'll talk to you later.
- Tight grip you got. - It'll get tighter. Tell her.
- Tell her what? - Tell her now.
Fine. I'll tell her. I sent my list to the Bureau. They sent it to Sweets.
You were the one who decided not to tell Dr Brennan I was alive.
He's the one you should've slugged. So do it. Do it now.
- You chose not to tell me? - True. Technically.
- Technically?! - I reviewed the list and I decided,
knowing Dr Brennan as I do, that she was able to handle your death.
- Slug him. - It was national security!
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 I could deal with it because I can compartmentalise.
- Wait. Why are you mad at me? - 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.
- But Sweets... - He made a professional decision.
He knew I could process your death and move on. And I did.
- There's gotta be other stuff going on. - What?
Transference. Paranoia. When I offer her a piece of pie, you say it has deeper meaning.
- I don't like pie. - Apple pie.
I don't like my fruit cooked.
Changing the subject avoids your feelings.
- Now you're attacking my feelings? - Hey.
- There's something in the Gormogon vault. - Slug him.
It's interesting psychologically how Agent Booth's efforts
to persuade you to enjoy fruit pie could be interpreted as a kind of seduction.
Whatever you two are talking about, stop it. Zip it. Let's go.
You think I don't recognise an experiment when I see one? You experimented on us.
- What? - Not telling me Booth was alive.
You wanted to quantify our reactions for your own research.
We agreed to let you observe us. We did not agree to be used as lab rats. So cut it out!
Why are you talking so fast?
If Booth hears why you did what you did, he'd beat you up.
- Wouldn't that be an overly aggressive act? - Not at all. So you'd better not do it again.
- Let's go, Bones. Where are you? - On our way.
Security had the entrance to this wing locked. And the vault itself was secured.
- The skeleton. - Where'd it go?
We don't know. I came to see if the screws matched the skeleton and it was gone.
But there are security cameras and sensors.
- They all failed. - All of them?
When Zack's explosion set off the alarms, every camera failed.
- The loading dock was unlocked. - Someone stole the skeleton.
- Ten minutes before the explosion... - Everything is working.
Fast forward... Hodgins passes Zack the container of tricyclic acetone peroxide.
- I thought it was the monomer. - The explosion was at 12:03 and 22 seconds.
At 12:03 and 22 seconds...
- Aren't there any backups? - All dead.
And the guards?
A chemical accident takes precedence over any other security issue.
All personnel went to secure the lab or the museum proper so there'd be no loss of life.
During that time, the vault and 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.
I need a full forensic team sent to the Jeffersonian.
Mobile labs, computers, analysis, the works.
No. Their equipment could be compromised.
- Hair? Prints? Anything? - Not since you asked five minutes ago.
Dr Saroyan, please don't bother the techs. You have a problem, you see me.
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.
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 vault. - Are you saying I'm a suspect now?
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 lab has over 100 employees. - And all their records are being looked at.
- Don't you want pie? You always have pie. - I'm fine. Stop talking about pie.
- Is it because of what Sweets said? - I'm just going pieless, OK?
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. Just sit down.
- You've been spying? More experiments? - What experiments?
I'm just being thorough. The dynamics of our work environment affect how I treat you.
- Can we just get on with it? Who is it? - I believe it's Dr Hodgins.
- What is Dr Hodgins? - He thinks Hodgins is Gormogon.
Hodgins exhibits paranoia as well as a rationalised feeling of superiority.
- Paranoia? - He's consumed by conspiracy theories.
From my observations, he's even suspect of the FBI, with whom he works closely.
It's all supposition.
- No, no. Go on. - Booth!
Hodgins knew all about the secret societies. He figured out the patterns Gormogon used.
- He was doing his job. - Or justifying himself.
- He had access to the chemicals Zack used. - He and Zack are friends.
I also had access to the chemicals. Why am I not a suspect?
You have a reverence for life that belies the cold calculations of a killer.
- Your emotional connection with Booth... - No. 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.
He's just trying to help.
His opinions won't get a conviction. He has no evidence.
- But he's a profiler with a great track record. - Who?
- Sweets. - Sweets says that Hodgins is the killer.
- That makes sense. - What?
- It throws suspicion off him. - Who?
- Sweets. - You think Sweets is the killer?
He shows up right after you find the vault when Gormogon's at his most vulnerable.
He plays you two like a cheap piano until you ask for his help.
Nobody plays me like a cheap piano.
We all trusted the "brilliant young profiler". I got him security clearance to help us.
He was here. He had the opportunity to switch Zack's chemicals.
He's not a chemist.
He's the only one we can't account for after the explosion.
We sound like Sweets. We have no evidence.
I was a cop for ten years, Dr Brennan. I can smell it on him.
We need more than your gut feeling.
Well, then find it. Cos trust me, Sweets is your boy.
Dr Hodgins, knocking would be appreciated.
Right. Sorry.
So rumour is one of us is a suspect. Who is it?
- I can't say. You know that. - Of course not.
And since it's rumour, it might not even be true. Right?
Do you have a reason to see me? Or are you just here to squeeze me for information?
I found something.
- Zack thought the mandible had been boiled. - To remove tissue.
I pulled trace elements from the mandible and ran them to see what the bone was boiled in.
It was tap water. But... See this spike here?
- Lead? - Yes.
- The city replaced all their lead pipes. - But individual homeowners didn't.
I focused on areas with the highest lead levels. Older homes were the worst.
This neighbourhood matches the level of lead found on the victim's bone.
Isn't that your house?
Yes, it is.
- But there are others 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,
left my neighbourhood 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.
Sweets, where were you after the explosion?
- I was with you. - You were with us when it occurred.
I mean after.
Let's see. I ran to call 911.
- Where? - In your office. Why?
Then what?
- I went to show the EMTs where to go. - You didn't come in with them.
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 I'm Gormogon's apprentice.
That's a confession. I can lock him up for 72 hours.
- You'd lock me up for sarcasm? - You should.
You think I'm Gormogon's apprentice?
Somebody is. I can check out your story and not worry about you running off to Bolivia.
- This is wretched. - Better safe than sorry.
- Yeah. - No. You're projecting.
You have a reasonable hostility to Gormogon. But you have no outlet. So you're using me...
Am I gonna have to break out my cuffs?
Yeah. You are gonna need your cuffs. Cos I'm not about to make this easy for you.
Hi.
How's 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 agony is just an interesting phenomenon.
Drugs give me bad dreams.
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.
No one could've switched the chemicals. I locked up the container when I left the room.
I had the only... key.
You... would know, but...
you...
I'm afraid the painkillers, while pleasant, dull my intellect.
- Sometimes your friend's gotta step in. - Dumb it up for you.
Don't you think it's time to go home?
Sorry, Cam. I seem to be a bit anxious.
It's going around. Hodgins came to talk to me and I almost jumped out of my skin.
- What's keeping you so late? - The tissue we used for the DNA test.
The DNA alleles in the roots were destroyed. And the marrow alleles were altered.
Then I remembered the jawbone seemed lighter in colour than I expected.
- It was treated with ultraviolet light? - I think so.
- Who would do that? - We would.
Standard procedure for skeletal remains when we store them.
We have 10,000 sets of remains waiting to be identified. What better hiding place?
How do we sift through 10,000 sets of remains?
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 vertebrae,
miscellaneous phalanges, and three molars.
We want you to conduct an inventory,
making sure what's in the box corresponds to the card in the box and the computer record.
- Does this count toward our grade? - Listen.
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.
It's fair to say that if you help catch a serial killer, you'll pass your course.
That's not necessarily true.
If anyone else shows up down here indicating an interest in what you're doing,
- tell Ms Montenegro or shout for Security. - Why?
Because serial killers get mean when you get close to catching 'em.
- This is just creepy. - It's the natural order. We all end up this way.
Thank you, chérie. Now you've made it creepy and depressing.
I found an extra femur in one box and an extra fibula in another.
- Are you sure? - The remains were of a four-year-old child.
The femur was from a man in his late forties.
- And the fibula? - Also from a middle-aged man.
It had recently been boiled. Three other people found extra bones.
I found a manubrium, a male ulna and a humerus amongst female remains.
- OK. Lay out all the extra bones anatomically. - It's already done. Over here.
- Nice job. - I'm third in my class.
I would like the names of the two students in front of you.
45 to 50 years old.
Fibula and femur show a height of approximately 180cms.
- How tall is that in English? - Approximately 5'8".
Have Dr Saroyan compare DNA samples to all of Gormogon's known victims.
- You suspect something. - I have no facts. My opinions are not relevant.
Let me make the call. Give me some of that big brain of yours.
- Someone removed the mandible. - It's the one that was sent to you.
I can't say that with certainty. Dr Saroyan should see if the DNA matches.
Didn't you hear her? Get this up to Dr Saroyan. Now.
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 re-examine the mandible Zack was working on before the explosion.
Of course you do.
It's the lobbyist that disappeared.
DNA's a match, and so are the dentals.
Dr Brennan will want to see the markings on these.
What's that? More teeth marks on the bone?
Gormogon went after this like Henry VIII after a chicken leg.
These appear to have been gnawed on. They'll probably match the 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? - They were not made by artificial dentures.
- Zack should've known that. - He made a mistake. It happens.
Not often.
I heard Zack was wrong about the dentures.
- No. - Cam and Caroline said...
He knew they weren't artificial.
The dentures were made from real teeth. All canines.
Oh, whoa.
Canines are a symbol of the wolf, which are 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.
Enough about the wolf. What's going on?
- Zack lied. - Why?
He took the teeth from bone storage
and he made Gormogon's dentures.
Zack has complete access to the lab.
He arranged the explosion himself.
It's Zack. He's the killer, Booth.
It's Zack.
"The theory of conditional expressions
is a nonprofound generalisation of propositional calculus."
What does it say after "Boolean forms?"
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?
Cam. We need the room.
I'm sorry, but I have to ask. Are you absolutely certain? Because...
Well, I did not see that coming.
- You looked at the mandible. - You had to know I'd see it.
I didn't foresee the extent of my injuries.
- I was going to sneak out, but... - Your friends never left you.
And you intended to steal the jawbone and add it to the silver skeleton.
But you designed the explosion. You must've known how big it would be.
Hodgins argued with me. He stood too close.
The delay allowed the thermoplastic to boil
and the explosion was three times more powerful than I calculated.
- You must've known you'd be badly injured. - Yes.
- Who's Gormogon? - That's not what he's called.
Then what is he called?
- The master. - 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...
I'd love to hear the logic of killing and eating people.
- 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 cognisant of his logic.
Assumption No.1: secret societies exist.
Accepted. Hodgins has been explaining this to me for years.
Assumption No.2: the human experience is adversely affected by secret societies.
- Accepted. - Assumption No.3:
attacking and killing members of secret societies will improve 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.
There's...
You're 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' house. But run-down.
There's a flight of stairs at the back, outside.
There's a blue door.
It'll be locked, but there's a key 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.
He'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.
- 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 stabbing the lobbyist 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.
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 compos mentis.
Zack is moved to a secure psychiatric facility instead of going to prison.
No. That won't stand up. Zack isn't actually insane.
Sweets, you're gonna give this one to Bones. You understand?
- I understand. - Good.
I probably could've spent more time with Zack. Got 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 we could've done for him.
- We love Zack. - Yeah? 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 her way of handling grief.
She doesn't mean it. 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 favourite stuff. - What are we gonna do with it?
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.
I got Zack this before he went to Iraq.
Hey.
I drew this for him.
It's interesting that all of his favourite things are objects you gave to him.
- I never gave him anything. - 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?
English SDH