Bones (2005–2017): Season 2, Episode 12 - The Man in the Cell - full transcript

When Booth takes Bones to jail for the identification of a corpse badly damaged in a prison fire, she and Zach find it's a fireman's, made to resemble that of the cell's inmate, serial murderer Howard Epps (see episodes The Man on Death Row and The Blonde in the Game). Howard has escaped, calls the Jeffersonian and makes good on his threats, giving word pun-clues but keeping ahead and getting to various members of the team or their loved ones, such as leaving a victim's severed head in a fridge with a hidden explosive charge releasing a mysterious, potentially fatal poison during the autopsy or proving he can approach Booth's kid son Parker at the playground, the best way to terrify a devoted heroic father. Booth tries to put the pressure on Howard by arresting his disgusting fat, abusive mother Marianne Epps, with whom he has a mutually sick relationship, but the cruelly clever chain of dangers continues, right to the last surprise act...

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[Sirens Wailing, Faint]
[Radio Communication Chatter]

[Men Shouting, Indistinct]

[Cell Door Closes] [Booth] HEY,
WHERE'D THE FIRE START?

NOT SURE YET. IT SPREAD
THROUGH THE DUCTING THOUGH.

[Yawns]

MAYBE YOU'D LIKE SOMETHING A LITTLE
BIT MORE EXCITING, HUH? LIKE ATTICA.

MY NEIGHBORS ARE
RENOVATING THEIR APARTMENT...

AND ONE OF THE WORKMEN
LEFT HIS RADIO ON.

HIP-HOP IS NOT
CONDUCIVE TO SLEEP.

- [Man] GET ME OUT OF HERE.
- WHOA. ARE YOU ALLOWED TO PUT
THAT MANY MEN IN ONE CELL?

JUST CUT THE WARDEN A LITTLE
SLACK, OKAY, BONES? THERE WAS A RIOT.



THE CELL DOORS OPEN
AUTOMATICALLY IN A FIRE.

THE GUARDS HAD TO SUBDUE THE INMATES
SO THE FIREFIGHTERS COULD DO THEIR JOBS.

WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA,
WHOA. YOU STAY CLOSE, OKAY?

A LOT OF THESE ANIMALS HAVEN'T SEEN A
REAL WOMAN SINCE REAGAN WAS PRESIDENT.

OKAY. BODY'S IN HERE.

[Man Speaking Spanish]

- [Booth] OKAY, YOU'RE SURE
THIS IS HOWARD EPPS?
- THIS WAS HIS CELL.

- WHY NOT KEEP HIM
ON DEATH ROW?
- WE DON'T HAVE ONE.

HE WAS TRANSFERRED TO BAYVIEW SO HE'D
BE CLOSER TO THE COURTHOUSE FOR HIS TRIAL.

VICTIM IS MALE,
APPROXIMATELY 30 YEARS OF AGE.

HE MATCHES EPPS'S
GENERAL SIZE AND BUILD.

CONTORTION INDICATES
A... PAINFUL DEATH.

WELL, AFTER KILLING FOUR
TEENAGE GIRLS THAT WE KNOW ABOUT,

IT'S JUST WHAT THE
DOCTOR ORDERED.



IT SEEMS AS IF SOMEONE THREW
ACCELERANT ON HIM, LIT HIM ON FIRE.

- HEY, LOOK. ANY IDEA
WHO'D WANT HIM DEAD?
- ALL THE INMATES HATED HIM.

ONCE THE FIRE STARTED, IT WAS... IT
WAS CHAOS. COULD'VE BEEN ANYONE.

BOOTH? YEAH?

THIS IS THE WRIST I BROKE. SO?

SO THIS BREAK IS FRESH.

SO? BONES, THEY
BREAK IN A FIRE, RIGHT?

YES, BUT... THERE'S NO
SIGN OF A PRIOR BREAK.

THIS MAN'S WRIST WAS SLAMMED AGAINST
A HARD EDGE WITHIN THE LAST FEW HOURS.

- WHOA. WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?
- [Exhales] THIS IS NOT HOWARD EPPS.

- THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE.
- OKAY, LOOK. ALL YOUR PRISONERS,
ARE THEY ACCOUNTED FOR?

- THEY ARE IF THIS IS EPPS.
- WHAT ABOUT THE GUARDS?

- THEY'VE ALL REPORTED IN.
- WHOA.

- WHAT NOW, WHOA?
- THE DYE FROM THE TATTOO
SURVIVED THE FIRE.

D.C. 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 WHOLE BLOCK
LOCKED DOWN!

IT'S BOOTH. I NEED YOU TO CLOSE OFF A 30-MILE
RADIUS OF THE BAYVIEW FEDERAL PENITENTIARY.

HOWARD EPPS ESCAPED.

[Buzzer Buzzes] [Men Shouting]

[Cell Door Closes]

[Zack] YOU LOOK SHORT, DON'T YOU
THINK? [Angela] IS THAT IMPORTANT?

[Hodgins] YOU WERE
SUPPOSED TO SAY NO.

[Zack] BUT YOU ARE SHORT. AND THE
ARTICLE DESCRIBES YOU AS ROBOTIC.

YEAH, AND "WILDLY INTELLIGENT."

- DID YOU REALLY CALL ME
"THE HEART OF THE OPERATION"?
- YEAH.

IT WAS BEFORE YOU
CALLED ME SHORT.

HEY, ZACK CALLED YOU SHORT. I
THINK YOU'RE JUST THE RIGHT HEIGHT.

- YEAH?
- SHORT MEN
HAVE BETTER LEVERAGE.

I'M FEELING UNCOMFORTABLE.

ANY ANSWERS?

HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOUR
15 MINUTES OF FAME, PEOPLE,

'CAUSE WE HAVE A PSYCHO ON
THE LOOSE, SO IT'S BACK TO WORK.

I PHOTOGRAPH WELL.

OKAY. SO WHAT HAVE WE GOT?

THE ACCELERANT WAS
DISTILLED ALCOHOL.

FRACTURES ARE CONSISTENT
WITH DR. BRENNAN'S THEORY.

THE VICTIM'S WRIST WAS
BROKEN TO MATCH EPPS'S INJURY.

A BLOW TO THE HEAD RENDERED HIM
UNCONSCIOUS. HE WAS THEN SET ON FIRE.

IF THERE WAS EVER ANYONE
WHO SHOULD BE IN GITMO... I AGREE.

BUT HE'S NOT. HE'S OUT.

AND THAT MEANS MORE VICTIMS UNLESS
WE STOP HIM FIRST, WHICH WE WILL DO.

OR THERE'LL BE ANOTHER ARTICLE WRITTEN ABOUT
US THAT WON'T BE SO KIND. WHERE'S DR. BRENNAN?

SHE AND BOOTH ARE
TALKING TO EPPS'S WIFE.

I.D. 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, EXACTLY?
WAS IT A LACK OF QUALITY TIME?

OR ALL THE WOMEN HE
BLUDGEONED TO DEATH?

I THOUGHT I COULD HELP
HOWARD. BUT HE USED ME.

I HAVEN'T HAD ANY CONTACT
WITH HIM IN OVER SIX MONTHS.

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 TEND TO LIVE VERY LONG.

I APPRECIATE YOUR
CONCERN, DR. BRENNAN.

BUT I'VE CHANGED
JOBS, APARTMENTS.

WE... FOUND YOU. HEY,
HOWARD COULD TOO.

I HAVE A NEW LIFE
AND A NEW BOYFRIEND.

RAYMOND'S A GOOD
MAN. IF HE FOUND OUT...

WE ALL HAVE SECRETS
IN OUR PAST, MRS. EPPS.

ADMITTEDLY NOT AS
BIZARRE AS YOURS.

BUT YOU SHOULDN'T
RISK YOUR LIFE...

JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE EMBARRASSED
TO TELL YOUR BOYFRIEND THE TRUTH.

HOWARD'S INTEREST IS
IN YOUNG BLONDE GIRLS.

I'M NOT EVEN HIS TYPE.

- IF HE CONTACTS YOU...
- I'LL CALL.

WHAT... YOU CAN'T LET
HER GO. SHE'S NOT SAFE.

WELL, I CAN'T FORCE HER TO
TAKE PROTECTION, ALL RIGHT?

I'LL HAVE THE LOCAL POLICE DRIVE BY HER HOUSE
EVERY COUPLE OF HOURS AND MAKE SURE SHE'S SAFE.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT?
YOU'RE NOT SAFE EITHER.

BUT I'M NOT UNHINGED. I
CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF.

YOU AND EPPS...
OKAY, IT'S PERSONAL.

YOU'RE EVERYTHING THAT HE HATES.

AND WHAT IS THAT EXACTLY?

WELL, YOU KNOW, YOU'RE A
SMART, STRONG, CONFIDENT WOMAN.

AND, UH, FIGURED HIM OUT.
YOU MADE HIM FEEL POWERLESS.

SO HE'S GONNA WANT TO, UH, PROVE
THAT, UH, YOU'RE WEAK AND INFERIOR.

SO, YOU ARE NOT TO GO
OUT ON YOUR OWN, EVER.

HI. HEY. DID THE WIFE
GIVE YOU ANYTHING?

OH, CHILLS. LOOK, I NEED YOU TO
DOUBLE SECURITY HERE AT THE LAB.

YOU THINK EPPS IS GONNA
COME AFTER BRENNAN?

I CAN'T RULE ANYTHING
OUT WHEN IT COMES TO EPPS.

I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT.

LOOK, I-I DON'T WANT
YOU TO BE ALONE EITHER.

ARE YOU INVITING ME OVER?

I'M JUST THINKING THAT EVERYONE
SHOULD JUST STAY HERE AT THE LAB.

LEAVE IT TO A SERIAL
KILLER TO SPOIL THE MOOD.

WHATEVER SECURITY YOU THINK IS
ENOUGH, YOU DOUBLE IT, CAMILLE.

I'M GLAD YOU'RE
ON MY SIDE, SEELEY.

[Angela] THE BURN VICTIM IS DONALD
KENT, A DECORATED FIREFIGHTER.

EPPS WOULD APPRECIATE THE IRONY. YOU KNOW
KENT WAS STILL ALIVE WHEN HE WAS SET ON FIRE?

HOW MANY VICTIMS DOES THAT MAKE?

SEVEN, THAT WE KNOW OF.

AND THEY AREN'T JUST YOUNG
BLONDE WOMEN ANYMORE.

NO, THEY AREN'T.

HE'S SUCH A MONSTER. HE'S
KILLED FROM BEHIND BARS.

AND NEW VICTIMS KEEP
TURNING UP. AND NOW HE'S OUT.

WE WILL FIND HIM, ANGE.
WE'RE READY THIS TIME.

I'M NOT. LOOK, I HAVE
SOME SICK DAYS COMING.

AND I WAS THINKING THAT SINCE
EPPS MAKES ME SICK, THAT...

WE NEED YOU, ANGE.
HODGINS CERTAINLY DOES.

- THAT WAS LOW.
- I KNOW.

DID IT WORK?

HOW DO YOU DEAL WITH THE FEAR?

I... HAVE THIS.

OH, MY GOD. THAT...
THAT THING IS HUGE.

- WOW. THAT'S, LIKE, MOVIE HUGE.
- WHERE THE HELL
DID YOU GET THAT?

- THE MALL.
- THE MALL?

YEAH. IT'S PRETTY BIG, RIGHT?
BIGGER THAN THE ONE YOU HAVE.

EXCUSE ME. IT'S NOT THE SIZE
THAT MATTERS. IT'S HOW YOU USE IT.

WELL, I THINK SIZE IS
PRETTY IMPORTANT.

THE POINT IS THAT YOU SHOULDN'T
HAVE A GUN IN THE FIRST PLACE.

IF YOU DO HAVE ONE,
BIGGER IS ALWAYS BETTER.

- YOU'RE NOT HELPING.
- RIGHT, YEAH. THIS DOES SEEM
LIKE A PRIVATE CONVERSATION.

YEAH, PRIVATE. OKAY. YOU
KNOW, PEOPLE SEE YOU WITH THAT,

THE NEXT THING YOU KNOW, EVERYONE
IN THIS PLACE IS GONNA START PACKING.

- THIS IS AMERICA. GET USED TO IT.
- [Phone Rings]

BRENNAN.

I'D FORGOTTEN HOW NICE IT
WAS TO BREATHE FRESH AIR.

[Mouthing Words]

- WE WILL FIND YOU, HOWARD.
- WE'LL SEE.

I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW NICE IT IS TO BE
OUT OF THAT STUPID ORANGE JUMPSUIT.

I MEAN, I HAVE AN I.Q.
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? [Snaps Fingers]

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.

WH... WHAT'S GOING
TO HAPPEN, HOWARD?

I CAN'T ANSWER ALL
YOUR QUESTIONS.

USE YOUR HEAD, DR. BRENNAN.

USE YOUR HEAD.

OKAY, WE GOT IT. HE'S IN A PAY
PHONE ON WATER STREET AND 23rd.

[Rapid Beeping] [Siren Wailing]

BUS STOP. THREE DIFFERENT
LINES, THEY RUN THROUGH HERE.

WANT YOU TO CHECK EVERY BUS STOP.
SEE ANY WITNESSES, YOU BRING THEM TO ME.

BOOTH, EPPS LEFT US SOMETHING.

WHAT IS THAT?

IT'S BONE.

SHAVED DOWN BY A ROUGH
SANDPAPER. HODGINS FOUND MICA GRIT.

TELL YOU THIS. IF EPPS COMES
NEAR ANGELA, I'LL KILL HIM.

WHAT ABOUT THE REST OF US? EVERYONE
WILL BE FINE. CAM INCREASED SECURITY.

AND YOU HAVE THE BIG GUN.

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.

HEY, OSTEON COUNT PLACES
THE VICTIM'S AGE AS MID-30s.

I'LL RUN AMELOGENIN AND A NUCLEAR
D.N.A. TEST TO GET SEX AND RACE.

[Typing] I GOT THE
CHEMICAL BREAKDOWN.

[Computer Beeping]

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 LIKES PUZZLES. THE
SPICES ARE A MESSAGE.

[Screaming] ANGELA.

OH, MY GOD. WHAT HAPPENED?

- [Brennan] A HEART.
- [Saroyan] DEFINITELY HUMAN.

ADULT. D.N.A. CAN GIVE US SEX.

- HE'S KILLED TWO PEOPLE TODAY.
- THAT'S IF THIS HEART'S FROM THE
SAME VICTIM AS THE BONE DUST.

WHAT? WHAT IS THAT?

IT'S THE D.C. SENTINEL
ARTICLE ABOUT THE LAB.

EVERY LINE IS BLACKED
OUT EXCEPT FOR ONE.

"DR. HODGINS CALLED ANGELA
'THE HEART OF THE OPERATION.'"

[Hodgins] SON OF A BITCH. YOU
DON'T HAVE TO STAY IN HERE, ANGELA.

HOW DID THIS EVEN GET IN HERE? I
THOUGHT THAT THERE WAS SECURITY!

SO DID I. I... I'LL
TAKE CARE OF IT.

HE'S COMING AFTER ME
THROUGH MY FRIENDS. WHAT?

HE TOLD ME WHATEVER
HAPPENED WOULD BE MY FAULT.

THEN WE'LL MAKE SURE
NOTHING ELSE HAPPENS.

THERE ARE CUT MARKS ON BOTH SIDES OF THE
INFERIOR VENA CAVA AND CONNECTING ARTERIES.

THE HEART WAS CUT OUT
USING SHEARS OR SCISSORS.

PACKAGE WAS DELIVERED
BY A BIKE MESSENGER.

HE SAID A MAN MATCHING HOWARD EPPS'S
DESCRIPTION APPROACHED HIM ON L STREET.

- PAID CASH.
- HE'S JUST PLAYING WITH US.

NOT FOR LONG.

HOW'S ANGELA? ANGRY.

SHE INSISTED ON HELPING
ME, WHICH WORKED OUT WELL.

SHE REALIZED THAT THE PRESENT
EPPS GAVE US WAS A RECIPE.

- WAIT, THE HEART?
- NO, THE INGREDIENTS
IN THE VIAL.

AFTER HE GROUND UP THE
BONE, EPPS MIXED IT WITH SPICES...

THE CARDAMOM, TAMARIND AND KOKUM...
WHICH ARE ALL USED IN MAKING CURRIES.

- INDIAN FOOD.
- EPPS'S WIFE.

THE LAST ADDRESS WE HAD FOR HER WAS
IN LITTLE INDIA OVER A CURRY RESTAURANT.

COME ON.

YOU KNOW, I COULD HAVE THE
BUREAU PULL YOUR LICENSE.

YEAH, AND I COULD ASSIGN ZACK AS
YOUR FORENSIC ANTHROPOLOGIST.

PLACE HASN'T BEEN
RENTED SINCE SHE MOVED.

YOU KNOW, IT'S JUST NOT LOGICAL.

PLAYING GAMES WITH US?

IT'S JUST GONNA
LEAD US RIGHT TO HIM.

[Motor Whirring]

WAIT.

IF THE LIGHTS ARE OFF, THEN WHY
IS THE REFRIGERATOR WORKING?

WAI... JUST STAND BACK.

[Exhales]

WELL, IT'S NOT BOOBY-TRAPPED.

THE NECK WAS SEVERED
JUST ABOVE THE SHOULDERS.

THE JAGGED MARKS ON THE BONE INDICATE THAT
EPPS USED SOME KIND OF SAW TO DECAPITATE HER.

NO SIGN OF BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA
TO THE SKULL... EPPS'S USUAL M.O.

NO CLEAR CAUSE OF DEATH.
WITHOUT THE REST OF HER BODY,

WE CAN'T KNOW FOR
SURE HOW... SHE DIED.

I'M SEEING... SOME KIND OF
WHITE POWDER IN HER HAIR.

HODGINS CAN TELL US WHAT IT IS.

WHY JUST LEAVE HER HEAD?

TO GET US ALL INVOLVED.

I MEAN, THE LESS WE HAVE TO WORK
WITH, THE... THE MORE WE'RE ALL DRAWN IN.

- EPPS TOLD ME TO USE MY HEAD.
- EVERYTHING HE SAYS IS A CLUE.

COULD IT BE INSIDE THE
HEAD? IT'S TOO EARLY TO TELL.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN,
TOO EARLY? OKAY?

ALL WE DO IS JUST CUT OPEN THE
DAMN HEAD AND FIND OUT WHAT'S INSIDE.

BUT THERE ARE PROTOCOLS, BOOTH.

YEAH, AND I'M SURE EPPS IS REALLY
CONCERNED ABOUT THE PROTOCOLS.

THIS IS MY AUTOPSY. WE'RE
GONNA DO IT BY THE BOOK.

THAT MEANS SURFACE
EXAM FOLLOWED BY X-RAYS,

AFTER WHICH I WILL
OPEN THE SKULL.

SORRY. I'M JUST ANXIOUS TO GET THE
LITTLE GERBIL BACK IN HIS CAGE. THAT'S ALL.

OKAY. THAT'S
TERRIFICALLY DISTURBING.

- WHAT?
- MASSIVE BLOOD ASPIRATION
TO THE SOFT TISSUE OF THE NECK.

- [Exhales]
- MEANING?

CAROLINE EPPS WAS ALIVE
WHEN HOWARD CUT HER HEAD OFF.

NOW HE'S TORTURING HIS VICTIMS.

- SO LET'S TORTURE HIM.
- HOW?

- BRING HIS MOTHER IN.
- I THOUGHT EPPS
HATED HIS MOTHER.

HIS F.B.I. PROFILER BELIEVES HE
WAS EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED TO HER.

HIS PRISON LOGS SHOW THAT HE
WROTE TO HER ALMOST EVERY DAY.

- WELL, THAT'S SICK.
- BUT HELPFUL.

I MEAN, IF HE FEELS RESPONSIBLE
FOR HIS MOTHER BEING IN JAIL,

WE CAN KNOCK HIM OFF HIS GAME.

[Door Opens]

[Whispers] WHAT'S
THAT SMELL? IT'S MOLD.

IT GROWS IN THE FAT CREASES
OF MORBIDLY OBESE PEOPLE.

WHAT IS THIS ABOUT?

DID YOU BRING ME HERE
TO MAKE FUN OF ME?

I MERELY STATED A FACT, MRS.
EPPS. YOU NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT.

OBESITY ALSO CAUSES DIABETES,
HEART DAMAGE, LIVER FAILURE.

NOT TO MENTION THE WEAR
IT PUTS ON YOUR JOINTS.

I HAVE A GLANDULAR CONDITION.

A LITTLE COMPASSION AND
UNDERSTANDING, THAT'S WHAT I REALLY NEED.

WHY AM I HERE? WE, UH... WE
FOUND SOME DRUGS AT YOUR PLACE.

THOSE ARE MY PILLS.

MY DOCTOR GAVE THEM
TO ME. I NEED MY MEDICINE.

WELL, YOU KNOW, THEY'RE
NOT, UH, PROPERLY LABELED.

THIS COULD TAKE US A FEW DAYS TO
SORT THIS 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, UH, ESCAPED YESTERDAY.

OH, DEAR LORD.

I TRIED TO RAISE A GOOD SON.

TRIED TO KEEP HIM PURE
LIKE THE GOOD BOOK SAYS.

I-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.

[Inhales] BUT I DON'T ANSWER.

YOUR SON MURDERED HIS
WIFE YESTERDAY, BEHEADED HER.

AND YOU WANT TO BLAME ME?

YOU MADE YOUR SON
BATHE IN AMMONIA.

THE WOMEN HE WOULD GO
OUT WITH, THEY WERE LOOSE.

NOT THE RIGHT KIND
FOR A GOD-FEARING SON.

WANTED HIM TO WASH
THEIR SCENT OFF.

IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE
THAT YOU CAN TELL US...

THAT MIGHT HELP US FIND YOUR
SON BEFORE HE KILLS AGAIN?

IT'S NOT MY FAULT
WHAT HE DID. [Booth] YEAH.

OKAY. UM, THAT'S ALL FOR NOW.

WE'LL HAVE AN AGENT ESCORT
YOU BACK TO YOUR CELL.

UM, OF COURSE YOU HAVE
THE RIGHT TO AN ATTORNEY.

I SHOULD'VE BEEN HARDER ON
HIM, BEAT HIM MORE REGULAR.

I'M A NICE PERSON. TOO
NICE. THAT WAS MY PROBLEM.

TOO NICE.

MARIAN EPPS IS
CLEARLY A BAD MOTHER.

[Chuckles] YOU THINK?

BUT A LOT OF PEOPLE HAVE BAD MOTHERS AND
THEY DON'T GROW UP TO BE SERIAL KILLERS,

WHICH IS WHY I DON'T PUT
MUCH STOCK IN PSYCHOLOGY.

BONES, I DON'T CARE HOW
YOU EXPLAIN IT, ALL RIGHT?

THE GUY, HE'S AN ANIMAL.
HE'S GOT NO CONSCIENCE.

I DON'T KNOW HOW ONE DRAWS
MORAL DISTINCTIONS BETWEEN KILLERS.

LISTEN, BONES. THERE ARE
CRIMES OF PASSION, ALL RIGHT?

CRIMES COMMITTED
OUT OF DESPERATION...

WHICH ARE USUALLY FOLLOWED BY REMORSE
OR ACKNOWLEDGEMENT OF HUMAN FAILING.

THE KEY WORD HERE IS "HUMAN."

THE REASONS FOR KILLING
SOMEONE ARE UNIMPORTANT. IT...

THE LIFE THAT'S TAKEN
IS ALL THAT MATTERS.

- LISTEN, YOU CAN'T BLAME
YOURSELF HERE.
- IT'S ME HE'S AFTER.

ANGELA AND EVERYONE ELSE,
THEY SHOULDN'T BE INVOLVED.

ALL RIGHT. LOOK. IT'S NOT YOUR
FAULT, ALL RIGHT? IT'S ALL EPPS.

WHICH IS WHY I'M GONNA TAKE
THIS LITTLE BASTARD DOWN. BOOTH.

BOOTH, WE'RE BEING FOLLOWED.

MM-HMM. THAT'S RIGHT. [Chuckles]

TWO AGENTS, ALL THE TIME,
AT A VERY DISCREET DISTANCE.

SAYING I DON'T CARE
HOW BIG YOUR GUN IS.

ALL RIGHT? [Clears Throat]

- [Cell Phone Rings]
- WHAT'S THIS? BOOTH.

SOMETHING WAS INSERTED
IN CAROLINE'S EAR.

EPPS MADE AN INCISION IN
CAROLINE'S LEFT EAR CANAL,

INSERTED A TOKEN FOR A KID'S RIDE
FROM A PLACE CALLED HILLSIDE PARK.

OH, GOD. MY SON PLAYS THERE
EVERY DAY AFTER SCHOOL.

[Siren Wailing]

[Man] HERE YOU GO. PARKER COMES
HERE EVERY DAY AT 4:00 WITH HIS NANNY.

ROSE! ROSE, WHERE'S PARKER? ON THE
MERRY-GO-ROUND. HE WAS JUST THERE.

PARKER! PARKER!

PARKER! [Brennan] PARKER!

PARKER! PARKER!

- PARKER!
- PARKER!

PARKER?

PARKER?

PARKER. PARKER!

- HERE YOU ARE.
- BOOTH.

WHAT? OVER THERE.

PARKER. PARKER! PARKER!

- DADDY!
- HEY.

OH, GOD. ALL RIGHT.

LOOK. A MAN BOUGHT ME ICE
CREAM. ALL RIGHT. ALL RIGHT.

- THAT WAS MY FAVORITE.
- I'LL BUY YOU ANOTHER ONE,
OKAY? JUST LISTEN TO ME.

WHAT DID THIS MAN LOOK LIKE? A
MAN. HE SAID HE WAS YOUR FRIEND.

WHAT DID HE SAY TO YOU? DID HE
SAY ANYTHING ELSE TO YOU, PARKER?

TO USE MY NAPKIN.

BOOTH.

"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.

OKAY. JUST LISTEN TO
ME, PARKER. ALL RIGHT?

THIS MAN IS TRYING TO
HURT DADDY'S FRIENDS.

OKAY? SO I NEED YOU TO THINK.

WHAT ELSE DID HE SAY TO YOU?

I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG.
HE SAID HE WAS YOUR FRIEND.

YOU NEVER TALK TO
STRANGERS. OKAY? YOU NEVER!

[Crying]

I'M SORRY, BUDDY. IT'S
OKAY. ALL RIGHT? I'M SORRY.

- WHAT'S GOING ON, MR. BOOTH?
- THERE'S JUST AN INVESTIGATION
GOING ON, OKAY, ROSE?

I'M GONNA HAVE THESE AGENTS TAKE YOU AND
PARKER HOME AND KEEP YOU SAFE. ALL RIGHT?

I'M SORRY.

IT'S OKAY.

NO. I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING.

YOU'VE BEEN IN HERE EVERY 10 MINUTES SINCE THEY
LEFT. I WILL LET YOU KNOW WHEN I'M FINISHED.

I COULD TAKE THE HEAD AND X-RAY IT.
THEN YOU COULD FINISH WHAT YOU'RE...

NO. WE HAVE THESE
PROTOCOLS FOR A REASON.

- [Phone Rings]
- SAROYAN.

- HAVE YOU OPENED THE HEAD YET?
- I JUST FINISHED TELLING ZACK...

LISTEN. EPPS WENT
AFTER MY KID, CAM.

- PARKER.
- YOU KNOW THERE'S
SOMETHING THERE. HE TOLD US.

IT'S SOMETHING WE NEED.
HE WANTS US TO FIND IT.

YOU'RE UPSET. OF
COURSE I'M UPSET.

LISTEN, I KNOW THERE ARE PROTOCOLS,
BUT HE COULD'VE KILLED MY SON.

[Beeps]

[Phone Beeps] [Handset
Settles In Cradle]

GET ME THE NUMBER TWO SAW.

[Whirring]

I FOUND SOME BRUISING
TO THE BACK OF HER HEAD.

I'M GONNA CUT BELOW IT
SO I DON'T DISTURB THE AREA.

- I HATE THIS PART.
- ME TOO.

- [Coughs, Wheezing]
- DR. SAROYAN.

- PROTOCOL.
- BIOLOGICAL CONTAINMENT.

[Alarm Blaring]

UH... UNKNOWN
HAZARDOUS MATERIAL.

WE NEED AN EMERGENCY MEDICAL
TEAM AT THE AUTOPSY LAB A.S.A.P.

- [Angela] WHAT HAPPENED?
- I DON'T KNOW. I DON'T KNOW. I DON'T KNOW!

[Angela] OH, MY GOD. CAM.
DR. SAROYAN, THEY'RE ON THEIR WAY.

HER HEART RATE IS ERRATIC.
THERE'S CLOTTING IN THE KIDNEYS.

HOW BAD IS THAT? BAD ENOUGH.

BUT WHAT WORRIES US
MORE IS THE LUNG DAMAGE.

- THE TOXIN HAS CAUSED EDEMA.
- WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.

FLUID BUILDUP. ESSENTIALLY,
SHE'S DROWNING.

I'M SORRY.

IF SHE HAS FAMILY NEARBY,
YOU'LL WANT TO SEND FOR THEM.

YEAH. CAM'S GOT A LOT OF FAMILY.

HOW MUCH TIME DOES SHE HAVE?

SEND FOR HER FAMILY.

ZACK SAW EVERYTHING.

HOW CLOSE WAS HE? A FEW FEET.

AND HE'S FINE. SO IT'S...
PROBABLY NOT A TOXIC GAS.

ZACK SAYS IT WAS
SOME KIND OF POWDER.

WHICH MEANS THERE COULD
BE TRACES ON HER CLOTHING.

JUST WORK FAST. OKAY,
HODGINS? JUST WORK FAST.

[Woman On P.A., Indistinct]

CONSIDERING THE RELATIONSHIP
BETWEEN YOU AND CAM, I'D...

I'D LIKE TO SAY THE
RIGHT THING, BOOTH, 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 TRACES OF
POWDER ON CAM'S CLOTHING.

DID YOU SEARCH
ELECTROSTATICALLY? YES.

YOU'RE SURE IT
WAS A POWDER? YES.

IT HAD TO BE A GAS. IF IT WERE A
GAS, I'D BE IN THE HOSPITAL WITH CAM.

NO PARTICLES ON HER CLOTHING.
ZACK, IT HAD TO BE A GAS.

IT WASN'T. ARE WE HAVING
AN ARGUMENT? OF COURSE.

WHY? BECAUSE CAM'S DYING,
AND I SHOULD BE WITH ANGELA.

AND BECAUSE THERE
ARE NO PARTICLES.

ON THE CLOTHING? THAT'S RIGHT.

WHAT ABOUT IN THE GLASS
PARTS STILL LEFT IN THE HEAD?

I'M NOT ANGRY AT YOU ANYMORE.

[Monitor: Rhythmic Beeping] HEY.

[Chuckles] [Wheezes]

WELCOME BACK.

[Gulps] WHY CAN'T I BREATHE?

YOUR SAW, IT, UM...

IT HIT SOME KIND
OF POISON BUT, UH,

YOU'RE GONNA BE ALL RIGHT.

ZACK?

HE'S FINE. OKAY? EVERYONE...
EVERYONE'S GOOD.

I'M-I'M...

I'M SO SORRY, YOU KNOW, THAT I PUT
SO MUCH PRESSURE ON YOU TO HURRY.

- I DIDN'T, UH...
- [Wheezes] NOT YOUR FAULT.

EPPS DID THIS TO ME.

[Sniffles] HEY.

YOUR FAMILY'S COMING.

OH, GOD. [Coughs]

AND I THOUGHT POISON...
WAS MY BIGGEST PROBLEM.

[Chuckles, Sniffles]

[Chuckles]

YOU LOOK EXHAUSTED.

[Exhales] WHAT HAVE YOU GOT?

[Typing] OKAY.

THIS IS AN X-RAY
OF CAROLINE'S HEAD.

THESE ARE SHARDS OF
GLASS, VERY FRAGILE.

- WHAT WAS IT?
- I THINK IT WAS A GLASS CAPSULE
FILLED WITH 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, I WOULD'VE
MADE IT SOMETHING...

THAT CHANGES COMPOSITION
AFTER PROLONGED EXPOSURE TO AIR.

LET'S HOPE HE'S NOT
AS SMART AS YOU.

I'M GONNA GO SIT
WITH CAM FOR A WHILE.

[Ringing] BRENNAN.

- SO WHO'D I GET?
- [Whispers] EPPS.

IF YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT THE BULB
IN CAROLINE'S HEAD, WE REMOVED IT.

HOW'D YOU GET IT IN
THERE WITHOUT BREAKING IT?

I SAW THE EMERGENCY
VEHICLES. I KNOW I GOT SOMEONE.

THEY 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.

OKAY, 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?
- YES. WE HAVE HER IN CUSTODY. DIDN'T YOU KNOW?

ON WHAT CHARGES?
WHAT POISON, HOWARD?

YOU HAD NO RIGHT. MY
MOTHER'S NOT PART OF THIS.

YOU TELL ME ABOUT THE POISON, AND
I WILL TELL YOU ABOUT YOUR MOTHER.

YOU DON'T RUN THE
GAME. I RUN THE GAME.

YOU'RE GONNA BE SORRY.

CELL PHONE DOWNTOWN.
THERE'S A TEAM ON ITS WAY.

HE'S ALREADY GONE.

- [Respirator Hissing]
- [Monitor: Rhythmic Beeping]

HEY, HODGINS FIND THE POISON?

NOT YET.

HOW'S CAM?

IT'S 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.

[Beeping, Hissing Continue]

I'LL CALL YOU AS SOON AS
WE HAVE SOMETHING TO GO ON.

BONES, I'M COMING
WITH YOU, ALL RIGHT?

HOLD ON, ALL RIGHT? THIS
IS GONNA TAKE ALL OF US.

OKAY, I'LL DRIVE.

IF I PUT TOO SMALL A SAMPLE INTO
THE PHOTOELECTRIC AEROSOL SENSOR...

THEN I'LL BOTH LOSE THE SAMPLE
AND NOT GET AN ACCURATE RESPONSE.

I ESTIMATE THAT THERE'S ABOUT
1/10,000th OF A GRAM ON THIS SHARD.

[Exhales] WE'RE NOT
GETTING ENOUGH.

NOT TO MENTION THE PARTICLES
THEMSELVES ARE EXTREMELY SMALL,

ABOUT 1.6 MICROMETERS
IN DIAMETER.

- HEY. WHAT'S THE POISON?
- I DON'T KNOW YET.

- WELL, WHAT-WHAT DO YOU KNOW?
- IT'S NONE OF
THE COMMON POISONS:

ARSENIC, CYANIDE,
MERCURIC CHLORIDE.

LET'S START BY TELLING THE
HOSPITAL WHAT IT ISN'T THEN, OKAY?

WHAT WAS IN CAROLINE EPPS'S
HAIR? THE WHITE POWDER?

IT WAS JUST COMMON PLASTER DUST.

THERE WAS ALSO A VERY SMALL AMOUNT
OF SODIUM HYDROSULFIDE IN HER EAR.

- GREAT. PUT THOSE TWO THINGS
TOGETHER, WHAT DO WE HAVE?
- DRYWALLING AND...

[Stammering] UH, LEATHER GOODS?

GREAT. I'LL LOOK THROUGH THE EVIDENCE
AND SEE IF I CAN FIND THOSE TWO THINGS.

[Hodgins] BOOTH. WHAT?

I'M SORRY, MAN. WITHOUT
MORE MATERIAL, IT'S JUST...

NO, IT'S... YOU'RE BOTH
DOING A GREAT JOB.

NOW IT'S NOW UP TO ME TO
FIND CAROLINE EPPS'S BODY.

[Zack] BOOTH? WHAT?

WE'VE ENDOWED EPPS WITH
INTELLIGENCE HE DOES NOT HAVE.

HIS CLUES ARE UNSOPHISTICATED
WORD GAMES. YEAH?

UH, "MY NAME IS PARKER. ASK
ME HOW I CAN SOLVE THIS CASE."

I ALREADY ASKED PARKER.
HE DOESN'T KNOW ANYTHING.

IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE YOUR SON. IT
CAN BE SOMETHING ELSE NAMED PARKER.

SOMETHING TO DO WITH LEATHER GOODS
OR DRYWALL. DO A BOOLEAN SEARCH.

OKAY, RIGHT. YOU DON'T KNOW
WHAT THAT IS. BOOLEAN IS...

I WON'T EXPLAIN.
I'LL JUST DO IT.

I AM WALKING OUT OF HERE.

YOU TRY AND STOP ME AGAIN,
I WILL SHOOT BOTH OF YOU.

MMM. [Whimpering]

- WHAT?
- I REALLY NEED HIM
TO COME BACK.

BOOTH!

WHATEVER YOU GOT
BETTER BE WORTH DYING FOR.

UH, THERE'S A PARKER & PARKER LEATHER
GOODS OWNED BY THE PARKER BROTHERS...

ON PARKER STREET IN THE TOWN OF
PARKER JUST OUTSIDE OF ARLINGTON.

- THAT'S A LOT OF PARKERS.
- YEAH, OKAY. LET'S GO.

GRAB YOUR BOSS AND
LET'S GET GOING. COME ON.

[Man] ALL RIGHT. LET'S FAN OUT.

CLEAR! [Man #2] GO, SEAN.

[Man #3] CHECK THAT
DOOR. CHECK THAT DOOR.

[Man #4] WE'RE CLEAR.

OKAY. UH... COME ON.

KNOWING EPPS, HOW DO WE KNOW
THAT'S CAROLINE'S BODY THERE?

IF IT ISN'T, IT'LL STILL BE A CLUE.
OKAY, LET ME DO THIS, ALL RIGHT?

ALL RIGHT. NO, UH...

JAM ALL THE FREQUENCIES.
[Radio Squawks]

IF HE'S GOT A REMOTE DETONATOR,
IT AIN'T GONNA WORK NOW.

NO SIGN OF TRIP
WIRES. THERE IT IS.

[Man] I'LL RADIO IT IN.

- [Brennan] ON HER STOMACH, THE
POISON, JUST LIKE EPPS SAID.
- I'LL JUST...

NO, ZACK! NO! DON'T
HESITATE! [Switch Clicks, Beeping]

- PUT YOUR PALM ON THE STOMACH
AND PRESS DOWN.
- [Switch Clicks]

- WHAT?
- THAT WAS A PRESSURE TRIGGER.

- BODY'S BOOBY TRAPPED. EVERYBODY OUT!
- [Man] ROGER THAT. LET'S GO.

GO, GO, GO, GO! WHAT DO I DO?

- DON'T BE SCARED.
- I'M NOT SCARED. I JUST NEED TO KNOW WHAT TO DO.

OUT. OUT. I WANT TO HELP.

OUT! NOW.

[Exhales] ZACK, UH...

THIS, UH...

THIS IS GONNA HURT. YOU OR ME?

MOSTLY YOU. OKAY. ON THREE, I WANT
YOU TO JUMP BACK AS HIGH AS YOU CAN.

I'M NOT A GOOD JUMPER.
BE A GOOD COUNTER.

I-I AM A GOOD COUNTER. RIGHT.

ON THREE. OKAY.

[Together] ONE, TWO, THREE!

THE EXPLOSION OCCURRED AS
F.B.I. AGENTS SEARCHED THE SHOP...

FOR ESCAPED SERIAL
KILLER HOWARD EPPS.

AT LEAST ONE PERSON
WAS KILLED IN THE BLAST.

DR. ZACK ADDY, A FORENSIC
ANTHROPOLOGIST...

WHO WAS WORKING WITH
THE F.B.I., DIED AT THE SCENE.

SPECIAL AGENT SEELEY BOOTH
REMAINS IN CRITICAL CONDITION.

[Chuckles] OKAY, THAT'S CREEPY.

ZACK DEAD AND ME IN CRITICAL
CONDITION, RIGHT? BUT WHY? IT'S NOT TRUE.

LET'S JUST HOPE EPPS
BUYS IT. [TV Clicks Off]

YOU GONNA BE ALL RIGHT?

MY DOCTOR SAID MOST OF MY INJURIES
DIDN'T COME FROM THE EXPLOSION...

BUT FROM BEING
SLAMMED INTO THE FLOOR.

APPARENTLY YOU'RE
EXTREMELY STRONG.

DID YOU HAVE TO BE
SO ROUGH ON HIM?

IT WAS A BOMB. I WAS
BEING, YOU KNOW, HEROIC.

- I WAS HEROIC TOO.
- YES, YOU WERE.

SOMEBODY SAVED SOMEBODY.
THAT'S ALL I'M SAYING.

WELL, I GOT THE
POISON. WHICH IS GOOD...

BECAUSE CAROLINE'S
BODY WAS BLOWN TO PIECES.

THAT WAS GOOD THINKING, YOU
KNOW, YOU KEEPING YOUR WITS.

BUT I MEAN, WHAT
I DID WAS, UH...

I GUESS IF YOU HAVE TO EXPLAIN TO YOURSELF
WHY YOU'RE A HERO, YOU'RE NOT REALLY A HERO.

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?

YOU'RE NOT A BACTERIAL PROTEIN
OR A NON-OPIOID ANALGESIC.

YOU'RE NOT A NEUROTOXIN
OR A HEAVY METAL.

YOU ACT LIKE CHLOROMETHANE,
BUT ZACK SAID...

THAT THERE WAS NO SWEET SMELL
WHEN THE POWDER WAS RELEASED.

ARE YOU TALKING TO THE EVIDENCE?

JUST... WORKING THROUGH THIS
AS SYSTEMATICALLY AS POSSIBLE.

YOU KNOW, WHEN THIS WHOLE THING IS
OVER, I AM MOVING TO A DOORMAN BUILDING,

I'M GETTING AN UNLISTED NUMBER AND I AM
HIRING A FULL-TIME BODYGUARD NAMED KNUCKLES.

- DON'T GET PARANOID.
- THAT'S FUNNY COMING FROM
A CONSPIRACY THEORIST.

- [Beeping] - [Hodgins] OF
COURSE! METHYL BROMIDE.

I'LL CALL THE HOSPITAL.

METHYL BROMIDE MIXED
WITH PLASTER DUST.

THAT'S WHAT MADE IT
SO HARD TO ISOLATE.

WHAT'S THE TREATMENT? RACEMIC
EPINEPHRINE. I CALLED THE HOSPITAL.

- THEY'RE STARTING AN I.V.
- SHOULDN'T YOU BE THERE
FOR THAT?

PRIORITIES, MAN. ONE, BE THERE WHEN SOMEONE
YOU LOVE COMES BACK FROM THE BRINK OF DEATH.

TWO, CATCH THE SERIAL KILLER. EVERYTHING
AFTER THAT IS BASICALLY UNIMPORTANT.

I'M GONNA GO SEE
CAM AT THE HOSPITAL.

- AND YOU ARE GONNA GO HOME
AND GET SOME SLEEP.
- WHY CAN'T I GO HOME?

- DIDN'T YOU JUST HEAR WHAT THEY
SAID ON THE NEWS? YOU'RE DEAD.
- WHAT ABOUT EPPS?

I GOT AN ENTIRE SURVEILLANCE TEAM
OUTSIDE YOUR HOUSE, WATCHING YOU.

WHY DOES EVERYBODY
QUESTION ME, RIGHT? I'M THE HERO.

- WHY IS IT TAKING SO LONG?
- IT'S NOT.

SHE'S RESPONDING.

- CAMILLE?
- SEELEY.

[Chuckles] 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.

[Softly] PLASTER DUST.

EVERYTHING IS SECURE. AGENT
HOLTZ WILL STAY IN THE HALLWAY...

AND THERE'LL BE ANOTHER
AGENT IN THE LOBBY.

THANK YOU. GOOD NIGHT.

GOOD NIGHT.

[Shower Running]
♪♪ [Pop On Radio]

[Shower Continues]

[Whispers] CHECK THE
APARTMENT NEXT DOOR.

[Hammer Cocks]

- [Hammer Cocks]
- DEAD END.

YOU WON'T LET ME
SHOOT HIM, WILL YOU?

YOU KNEW HE WAS GONNA
BE HERE, DIDN'T YOU?

IT'S THE ONLY SCENARIO
THAT MADE SENSE.

OH. WHAT, YOU HEADING
FOR THE BALCONY, HOWIE?

- HOPE YOU CAN FLY, 'CAUSE THAT'S
ABOUT A 50-FOOT DROP, RIGHT?
- YEAH.

- HOW DID YOU KNOW?
- PLASTER DUST IN THE POISON.

RENOVATIONS TO THE
APARTMENT NEXT DOOR.

YOU'RE NOT ALL THAT
SMART, TURNS OUT.

ONE MINUTE. ALL I WANT IS
ONE MINUTE ALONE WITH YOU.

FINE WITH ME. DON'T PROVOKE
THE LUNATIC, ALL RIGHT?

- YOU GOT NOWHERE TO GO.
- I'M NOT GOING BACK TO JAIL.

YOU SEE, THAT'S REALLY
NOT YOUR DECISION, HOWIE.

GET YOUR HANDS UP.

DROP THE CROWBAR.

[Crowbar Clatters] IN THE
LINE OF FIRE, BONES.

YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY, HOWARD.

[Panting] LOOK WHO THE
KILLER IS NOW, AGENT BOOTH.

A LITTLE HELP HERE, BONES? I GOT
NOTHING BUT DEAD WEIGHT HERE.

HELP ME. SORRY.

[Grunts] CAN'T REACH.

- GRAB THE RAILING.
- YOU'RE GONNA DROP ME ANYWAY.

JUST GET IT OVER WITH.

YOU SON OF A BITCH.

ARE YOU SAYING YOU
DON'T WANT ME DEAD?

YEAH, I'M NOT YOU.

OH, REALLY? YOU'RE NOT THINKING
OF THE WORLD WITH ME STILL IN IT?

- GOING AFTER DR. BRENNAN,
YOUR SON...
- I'M NOT YOU.

[Booth, Brennan Grunting]

[Whimpering, Gasps]

[Sirens Wailing]
[Police Radio Chatter]

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 TO TAKE OFF NOW, BOOTH.

DEPARTMENT MIGHT WANT TO ASSIGN
YOU A SHRINK... ON-THE-JOB DEATH LIKE THAT.

YOU DIDN'T HAVE
YOUR FULL STRENGTH.

YOUR WRIST WAS HURT FROM PULLING
ZACK AWAY FROM THE EXPLOSION.

MY WRIST WASN'T HURT, BONES.

- [Scoffs] I WISH YOU'D LET ME SHOOT HIM.
- NO, YOU DON'T.

COME ON, PARKER. I'LL PUT YOU UP
THERE. NO, DADDY. I DON'T WANNA GET ON.

UP. UP. THERE YOU GO.

ALL RIGHT?

[Children Chattering]

KNUCKLES.

♪♪ [Calliope]

HI. HOW'D YOU KNOW I WAS HERE?

SATURDAY MORNING. HOW'S PARKER?

YEAH, I'M AFRAID I FREAKED
HIM OUT THE OTHER DAY.

HE'S REALLY SCARED OF THIS
PLACE. NOW I GOTTA PUT THAT RIGHT.

THAT'S YOU ALL OVER...
PUTTING THINGS RIGHT.

[Exhales]

CAM GETS RELEASED
FROM THE HOSPITAL TODAY?

YEAH.

WHAT?

YOU KNOW, WHAT HAPPENED TO CAM HAPPENED
BECAUSE... WE HAD A PERSONAL RELATIONSHIP.

- HAD?
- YEAH. PEOPLE WHO WORK IN... HIGH-RISK SITUATIONS,

THEY CAN'T BE INVOLVED
ROMANTICALLY BECAUSE IT...

LEADS TO THINGS
LIKE WHAT HAPPENED.

HIGH-RISK SITUATIONS.

EVERY SINGLE DAY, IT'S WITH US.

THERE'S THIS LINE, AND WE CAN'T
CROSS IT. YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING?

YES. I UNDERSTAND.

HE SEEMS OKAY NOW.

YEAH, YOU KNOW, IT'S
IMPORTANT TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT.

I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW.

I DON'T KNOW HOW.
♪♪ [Pop Ballad]

♪♪ [Ends]

WHAT'S THAT MEAN?