Bones (2005–2017): Season 6, Episode 1 - The Mastodon in the Room - full transcript

One year from today,

Wwe meet at the reflecting
pool on the mall.

I know.

Day 213-- found nothing.

Well, three months ago
we found an onyx bead.

No offense,
Dr. Brennan,

but what we're looking for
is evidence of early man,

not jewelry
that's barely 2,000 years old.

I find it interesting
that I am only afraid

of snakes when Booth is around
to be jumped upon.

She says two insurgents,
five minutes ago,



went to kidnap child
of NATO interpreter.

We going to
allow that?

Just like we trained,
boys, a hundred times.

You think you're here
to talk

about brain damage
in veterans.

That's because
I'm here to talk

about brain damage
in veterans.

All she's going
to want to talk about

is that missing child.

I have nothing to say
about Logan Bartlett.

That's the problem.

I have been up all night

going over forensic
anthropology

and entomology reports.



I can't confirm the identity
of the child in my morgue.

Which is the excuse

the Justice Department
will use to fire you.

I'm good at my job, Caroline.

They're not going to fire me.

Five minutes to air.
Cherie, You are brilliant

at your job, but you do
not understand politics.

What they want is
for you to shut up

about brain damage
in veterans.

If I can't fix this
carburetor, we're in trouble.

I think we might be
in trouble anyway.

Dr. Brennan.

This is a very
delicate situation.

If I were you,

I'd swallow that
engagement ring right now.

Those young men
are Alifuru.

An Alifuru man's
worth is measured

by how many
daughters he has,

not sons, which indicates
that they venerate women.

We have to show them
that we're women.

Okay.

What if these are
evil, rapist Alifuru?

Well, in that case,
when they get close enough,

you take the little one
and I'll get the other two.

Why are you in your underwear?

You said look like a woman.

Should I take
off more?

Stay back, stay back.

Put the boy down.

Put the boy down.

Don't pretend you
don't understand

what I'm talking about.

You put the boy down
or I'll shoot you now.

Thank you, thank you.

This would not have happened
if his father was here,

where he is
supposed to be,

instead of off fighting
someone else's war.

Booth.

You need to come home
right away.

Kind of involved here

training Afghanis.

What's the rush?

Cam's going to lose her
job and her reputation

if you don't do your
white knight routine.

Why Cam?
She's the best coroner in town.

That's right.

Now, saddle up,
Sir Galahad,

get yourself back here, and
convince the powers that be.

Today I have with me in the
studio Dr. Camille Saroyan,

the federal medical examiner
for D.C. and the environs.

Dr. Saroyan has an
exemplary record,

winning several citations
along the way.

It's an honor to meet you,
Dr. Saroyan.

Thank you.
Glad to be here.

Oh!

I think I did a pretty
amazing job of distracting them.

Try to start
the truck, Daisy.

There could be more.

Brennan.

Cherie, I know you are out there

looking for the origins
of humanity,

but you need to get home right now.
Why?

Because you left Cam all alone

and if you don't come back,
she's going to lose everything.

With all that success
behind you,

why are you stalled
on the Logan Bartlett case?

Booth is coming.

Everyone's coming.

But we need you
because you are the smartest.

That is true--
I am the smartest.

Daisy, we have to get home.

♪ ♪

Hi.

♪ Bones 6x01 ♪
The Mastodon in the Room
Original Air Date on September 23, 2010

In the last eight months,
I've performed autopsies

on six veterans-- four fought
in Iraq, two in Afghanistan.

All six show signs
of brain damage

consistent with improvised
explosive devices.

Dr. Saroyan,
why haven't you identified

the remains of the child
currently on your slab?

My slab?

Oh, that's not ethical!

They've started a search for
a new federal medical examiner.

Caroline, I'm very good
at my job.

Yes, you are very good,
but that's not the issue.

They're mad at you
for causing a fuss

and they are looking
at an excuse to fire you.

That child is
their excuse.

You said your entomologist
and anthropologist

are no good, right?

What if I told you

I got you the best?

Plus a cop who will help you,
not blame you?

The best anthropologist
is in Indonesia,

the best cop is in Afghanistan,

and the best entomologist

is in France.

I got 'em all coming back.

How'd you do that?

Same way I'm going to get you
a tame psychologist.

Talk to me.

That is no way for an adult
holding a PhD in psychology

to answer the telephone.

Ms. Julian? I'm on sabbatical.

Doing what,
installing elevators?

Because I can hear the music.

Rethinking my life priorities.
What's wrong?

Booth's on his way back
from Afghanistan

and I hear he has major post-
traumatic stress syndrome.

Enough said.

I'll get myself
reactivated immediately.

So was it dangerous
in Afghanistan?

Nah.

What I did was mostly
administrative.

Because you seem really
very heavily armed

in this photograph.

How about you?

Any headhunters or cannibals?

Daisy and I were attacked
by some armed guerillas.

But I... I beat them up
and we got away.

You beat up armed guerillas?

I had to.

You weren't there to save me.

Oh, Bones.

So did you meet anyone special?

You mean did I have
sex with anyone?

I missed that about you.

You know, you just cut
right to the chase. Yeah.

I was working.
Mmm.

So there was no time
or inclination

for sex or romance.

How about you?

Yeah, I'll, uh, show you.

Oh.

Hannah. She's a journalist,

war correspondent.

How-how did you meet?

Oh, I arrested her for being
in a restricted area.

You-you arrested me once.

I remember.

Where is Hannah now?

She's in Iraq.

Is it serious between you?

Serious as a heart attack.

Heart attacks are very serious.

Yes, they are. Very serious.

So, I-I find that I am looking
forward to seeing everyone.

Great.

Whoa-whoa, Bones,
where you going?

To the lab.

Cam's not there anymore.
Why?

Didn't you stay
in touch with anyone

while you were gone?

No. My only contact
with the outside world

was a satellite phone,
and it was only for emergencies.

Good to know
it wasn't just me, huh?

So, this way? FBI?

Okay.

The reason we're
here... People?

The reason we're here...

Hello?!

Cam here has decided
to launch a jihad.

Wow. "Jihad."

Talk about
loaded terminology.

Far, far above us
on the food chain,

someone with a cold heart
has decided

that Cam must be
silenced.

I'm totally impressed.

Wait. What jihad?

Brain damage in veterans.

The point is the easiest way
to shut Cam up

is to fire her

for cause. Tell 'em.

Three months ago,

a two-year-old boy,
Logan Bartlett, disappears.

Stolen in the middle of the
night from his mother's house.

Kidnapped child, the media
jumped on it big time,

blew it up huge.

You believe this is Logan Bartlett?
The media does

and they're saying
I'm incompetent

because I won't confirm or deny.

Incompetence is grounds
for dismissal.

Well, the size is right
for a two-year-old.

The sternum is crushed.

That's a possible
cause of death.

The bug guy says
insect activity indicates

that the time of death was
between six and 12 weeks ago.

That's a useless
time frame.

Yeah. The bug guy's not Hodgins.

In fact,
nobody is any of you.

That didn't make sense.

So our goal here

is you people tuck in

like the old days,
make Cam look competent

so we keep us the best federal
coroner we ever had.

I had no idea
you thought that.

I'm in, but first thing

in the morning, I gotta have
breakfast with Parker,

and then I'll go find the
missing kid's parents,

and see if I get any information
off them, all right?

We're in.

Absolutely.

See you in the
lab tomorrow.

Thank you, guys.

I am going
to need some help.

Wait. Didn't Daisy come back
with you?

Daisy said that she needs
some time off.

Who else is available?

Nobody.

Nobody?

Vincent Nigel-Murray

won a million dollars
on Jeopardy!

Took a round-the-world trip.

Mr. Vaziri switched majors

from forensic to
cultural anthropology.

He's interning
at the Baghdad Museum.

Fisher checked into a clinic

with a case
of The Hopeless Vapors.

Dr. Edison took a position
in Chicago.

What about Wendell?

Last I heard,
working in a repair shop.

Excuse me.

What happened? You're no longer
in the Jeffersonian,

all my interns gone.

What happened is you put
your own desires

ahead of everything else
and you left.

Are you angry with me?

Yes, I am angry, Dr. Brennan.

We had a great thing going.

You just...
you let it fall apart.

Look at that, huh?

Dad?
Yeah?

Did you kill anybody?

Why are you asking me that?

My friends always want to know.

What should I tell them?

You tell your friends
that your dad does his duty

the best that he knows how,
all right?

Someday, me and you are gonna
talk all about it, all right?

When?

When you're older,
when you're a man.

Are you going away again?

No, never.

Because of me?

Because of you.

It's the best reason ever, huh?

Drink your orange juice.

Here we go. Let's eat up, hmm?

Wendell? Wendell Bray?

Yeah?

Oh, it's
Dr. Temperance Brennan.

Hey, welcome back!

Did you find Homo floresiensis
in Maluku?

No, not yet.

Why are you fixing a bus?

You are a highly educated

and fairly intelligent
young man.

I gotta pay rent,
save up for tuition.

What happened
to your fellowship?

After you left,

the new forensic anthropologist
wasn't based

at the Jeffersonian,
he was in New York.

So they shut down
the program.

I am very, very difficult
to replace.

That you are.

I would like to hire you
to help me.

For how long?

For however long it takes
to identify these remains.

And then I have
to get back to Maluku.

No can do. I, uh...

I pulled in favors
to get this job.

Gotta think long-term.

I appreciate the
offer though.

How much would it take?

Because I have
quite a lot of money

and it's no use to me
in Maluku.

I-I put Logan down at 8:00 p.m.,
after his bath.

I read him a story.

He's a good sleeper.

You have a glass or two
of wine after that, Carrie,

or did you just go straight
to the vodka?

Don't do that.

Look, I've been sober
for over a year.

So, when did you notice
that Logan was gone?

He's usually up around 6:00.

So that's when I went in,
and he was just, he was gone.

Where were you, Mr. Bartlett?

Me and Carrie split up
last year.

I got custody of Logan.

Again, I'm asking you where were
you when your son disappeared.

I got family in Delaware.

In Dover.

Got receipts, witnesses,
whatever you need.

The Missing Persons cops,
they got it all.

Trevor's angry, Agent Booth,

but he would never do anything
to harm Logan.

Thank you for that, Carrie.

Look, I'm a father.

I can only imagine what you're
going through right now.

I really appreciate you
coming in.

There's an agent outside who's
gonna drive you home, okay?

What about me?

I have a few more questions
for you.

Agent Booth,

do you think that the body
in the morgue--

the one they're talking
about on TV--

do you think...?

It's not very clear right now.

But if I were you, I'd take that

as a good reason
to have hope, right?

Thanks.

Oh, wow, these really are
the remains of a child, huh?

Yeah.

And that about sums up
my total knowledge on the case.

It's a male child.

You like living in Paris?

Are you kidding?

It's Paris.

Yeah, I get to draw
the Eiffel Tower...

not dead children's faces.

These remains were found
wrapped in a blanket

in a shallow grave
along the Potomac?

Yeah. I don't know
if that's a blanket.

Um... it looks like
it might have been cut

from something larger.

The stitching suggests
that maybe it's from

some kind of garment,

like a jacket
or a sleeping bag.

What does this look like
to you, Wendell?

Root completion of the canines.

That, plus the fusion
of the vertebral elements.

You're suggesting that this
victim is over three years old?

Yes.

Despite his small size?

It's hard to be sure
in a child this young,

but the eye orbits
are relatively round.

Yes, Angela is right.

About what?

The round eye orbits.

The skull is brachycephalic...

If I were reconstructing
this skull,

I'd definitely be going Asian.

So it can't be Logan Bartlett.

Thanks for your cooperation.

Do me a favor, huh?

Quit wasting your time
appreciating my cooperation,

go find my kid.

Nice man.

You think
he killed his son?

I don't quite get killer
off of him.

Oh-ho, what's going on here?

Agent Corby's moving out

so you can move back in.
Mmm.

You aren't going back

to Afghanistan after
this, are you?

Because I told Agent Corby that
you needed your office back.

Don't you make me
a liar.

Nah, I'm not going back.

Something happened to me back
there that made me realize

I have to be here
for my son.

You almost die
or something?

I should know better
than to ask.

Anything else happen to you
over there

that you'd maybe like
to talk about?

A little something something?

Ah...
Huh?

I like the set of her chin.

Right?

Does Dr. Brennan know?

Of course she does.

Sort of takes the emotional pressure off, I guess.
Right?

Which means there's absolutely
no reason for the two of you

not to work together,
get the old team back together,

catch miscreants and killers
and the like.

I'm staying, but I'm pretty sure
Bones is heading back

to the Moppapachuey Islands,
or whatever they're called,

to find her missing link
to humanity.

Well, we'd all like for her
to find that.

Right? Me, too.
Mm-hmm.

No missing link there,
though, right?

There ain't nothing
missing over her.

Right.

You wouldn't believe
what I went through

to hang onto that.

I never asked you
to give me the ring back.

When I left, you and
I weren't really precise

on where we were
as a couple.

You flushed me, Daisy.

I mean, how much more clearer
could it be?

Just to be clear,
in your mind,

we're no longer engaged?

What? No!

I thought about
you every day.

Hey!

Get out of the way!

Okay, this is very
confusing for me

because I spent
the last few months

trying to forget
about you.

You found someone else
while I was away?

Well, as a matter of fact,
yeah, I met a few women,

and by "a few"
I mean more than two.

I was completely
faithful,

but I don't blame you
for seeking comfort

in the arms of others.

Blame me?

You looked me in the eye
and told me

that your career
would always come first.

I was emulating my mentor,
Dr. Brennan, and she was wrong.

Which means I was wrong, too.

I was led astray by my brain.

Well, I need some time to think.

Then you keep the ring.

You want us to be engaged,
you just give it back.

Yes, I'm seeing Harris' lines
here in the tibia.

These lines of calcified
material in the shinbone?

Signifies childhood
malnutrition.

The skull shows, um,

I forget what those
lesions are called,

but they're caused
by iron deficiency anemia...

Porotic hyperostosis.
Yeah.

Comes from working
on bus engines I guess.

Well, anyone could learn
the labels, Mr. Bray,

but not everyone would notice
the condition.

Nice.

What have you got?

Well, we won't know for certain

until we get a complete
histological profile,

but it's looking pretty good

that this kid is an
Asian immigrant.

By "pretty good"

Mr. Bray means
a better than 85% chance.

Hey. Hodgins found
some bug evidence.

Hey, Hodgins, what's up?
Hey, brother.

Wow. What is with this
scuzzy hellhole?

And where's my office?

You see that table over there?

That's your office.

And you have to share.

Huh.

If these remains are Asian,
that might help explain

his size.

And this is all adding up
to the likelihood

that this is not
Logan Bartlett.

It's not
Logan Bartlett.

Cam's bug guy--

really not top shelf,
by the way--

says that insect activity
indicates that this kid died

between six and 12
weeks ago,

but he didn't
take into account

the fact that the kid
was wrapped up.

The blanket retarded
insect activity.

Again... not a blanket.

Calliphoridae and
Sarcophagidae flies

are present as adults

and early instar larva...

You're not interested
in details.

Okay, upshot--

this child died
at least 16 weeks ago.

Long before

Logan Bartlett
went missing.

I think we're all agreed that
this is not the missing child.

Well, maybe not
the famous one,

but this is somebody's
missing child.

So you are positively,
absatively certain

that it isn't Logan Bartlett?

"Absatively"--
that's not a word.

Yes, we are certain.

So you people come back from

the far-flung corners
of the Earth,

out past
the outer suburbs

of Timbuktu, and you solve
the case in a shake?

What's a shake?

Three jiffies and a cha-cha.

Cha-cha-cha.

We didn't actually
solve the case.

All we've done is ascertain

that the remains are not those
of Logan Bartlett.

We still have to figure out

whose remains are
in Cam's lab

and what happened to him.

You are so right,
Dr. Brennan.

How could I have

taken my eye off the ball
like that?

Blood flow is crucial
to cognitive dexterity.

Perhaps you don't get
enough exercise.

We figure this out,
Cam has a chance

to keep her job, right?

That's what you came back for,
isn't it? Help out Cam?

Absatively.

Look, nothing against Carrie,
but you've got to admit

it was crazy to choose

the alcoholic mother
over the father.

It was just a bad decision,
something was bound to happen.

I'll tell you something else...
Sweets.

Why are you
looking at that?

Well, this guys looks
you in the eye--

his expressions reach
his entire face,

not just his mouth--

he's speaking in contractions
instead of formally.

So he's telling the truth?

Yes. Look, see.

He expands himself outwardly
in his communication.

A liar doesn't do that.
A liar pulls in.

Not only is this guy
telling the truth,

he's relaying facts.

Forget about this guy, okay?

This is a missing persons
case right now.

It's out of my hands.

What's important right now is
we're working on a homicide.

What do we have on that?

Well, the remains were wrapped,

which suggests a sense
of ceremony, a loving burial,

or equally possible, shame.

Which makes sense
'cause the child's

hands and feet were bound
with twine.

Sex crime.

Hard not to go there.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Hey, uh, Booth, can I ask you
a personal question?

Oh, that depends--
about you or me?

Me.

Shoot.

Okay, Daisy just wants to pick
up where we left off,

and I don't know
whether to...

Move on.

Yeah? Like you did?
You know what?

You asked my opinion, right?
I'm going to give it to you.

Are you listening?

Give yourself a chance
to be happy, move on.

And that worked for you?

Yeah, it did. It did.

If you don't mind me asking,
Dr. B,

why do you keeps staring
at the X ray?

Because I'm suffering
the nagging certainty

that my eyes are seeing
something

which my brain
refuses to process.

Isn't your brain supposed
to be the smart one?

Hey, Ange, you want
something to eat?

I do, yes,
but I want it in Paris.

Are her eyeballs and
brainpan arguing again?

Yeah. Clash of the Titans.

I've got it.

There's nearly
imperceptible damage

to the hyoid.

The little boy got strangled.

Well, it's not cracked
or crushed.

It's more like there's

a hole or a puncture.

I'll check it out
on the actual bone.

Sweetie...

Sweetie, can I get some
attention over here?

Yeah, uh, yes,
it's very good to see you.

Because you are my best friend
and I love you like a sister.

I assume,

not having an actual sister
to use as a control.

Right. Yes, yes, I know.

So, um, what is the
deal with Booth?

Is it weird
seeing him again?

Not at all weird.
Very nice.

Are there any old
surges of feelings?

Anything like that?

Booth fell in love
in Afghanistan.

Oh.

Oh, sweetie,
I'm so sorry.

Why? Are you
in love with Booth?

A little bit, but
that's not what I mean.

Don't tell me
that you're happy

about him finding
somebody else?

I'm very pleased for him.

A committed romantic dyad

is exactly the kind
of relationship

Booth seems to require
to be happy.

Did you think about Booth
at all when you were away?

Yes, I did.

A few times I actually
dreamed about him.

Oh, well, there you go.

Dreams are very meaningful.

I dreamed about the work we do.

I dreamed about
catching murderers

and getting justice

for people who were killed.

What does that mean?

It means you're going
to die loveless and alone.

I don't follow your reasoning.

Sweetie, can you ask me
how I am, please?

Well, I already know
how you are.

You love living in Paris,
and you don't miss

murderers and violence.

What I did miss
is my period.

I hope you're hugging me

because you're excited
about being an aunt.

No, I'd have to be
your sister to do that.

Oh, which I am--
metaphorically.

Yes, you better be

because I haven't
even told Hodges yet.

Anthropologically speaking,

women often confide
in other women

before broaching sensitive
subjects with their mates.

Okay.

Dr. Brennan was right.

I found a very small puncture
in the boy's hyoid.

A puncture? Like he was stabbed?

Well, that's
what I thought,

so I took a close look,
and I found...

Cellulose?

Wood.

My best estimate
is hardwood.

Maple, alder or ash.

I don't believe a stabbing
would cause this kind of damage.

How else would
a sharp piece of wood

come into contact
with the hyoid?

Maybe a toothpick.

Combined with concomitant damage
to the sternum,

I propose the following

A child swallows something--
perhaps a toothpick--

he chokes.

He stops breathing.

Someone tries
to save him.

The damage to the sternum was
from the Heimlich maneuver?

What about him being
tied up like this?

Yeah, that mostly looks bad.
There are cultures

where the binding
of hands and feet

is part of the burial ritual.

Ancient Jews,
some Asian cultures,

including the subcontinent.

Angie says the boy was Asian.

So we're not looking
at a murder?

We're looking at negligence
or maybe even an accident?

Logically, I'd say yes.

Korea.

Korea?

The boy was wrapped in a
kind of polyester fabric

which is not legal
in the United States.

It's flammable.

But it is very common
in North Korea.

Mostly in outerwear.

That would explain
the malnutrition.

North Korea is not famous
for its cuisine.

North Koreans aren't allowed
to leave their country.

A few lucky ones escape,

mainly to rejoin their
families in South Korea.

There's something else.

The twine there that's binding
the boy's hands and feet?

It's very heavy industrial
embroidery thread.

Sleeping bags?

Yes. Also casket linings,
moving blankets,

horse blankets.

So we're looking for an
industrial sewing operation

with a Korean connection.

That's one sweatshop,
an upholsterer,

and an awning manufacturer.

Okay, what's next?

Ipchun Industries.

Ipchun.
I find this reassuring.

What?

Us. Sitting like this.

Going to check out
a possible crime scene.

You refusing to wear
your seat belt.

Hey, the going gets rough,

you know, I'm not
wasting valuable time

looking to release
a seat belt catch.

Man of action.

That's right.

Like a jungle cat.

No, you should say like a flea

when referring to
lightning fast reflexes.

I'm not going to say
I'm like a flea.

It's more accurate.
Listen, Bones,

we got to talk about this.

The way my use of accurate
similes makes you uncomfortable?

No. Are we going to put the old
team back together again?

I dreamed about this.

You did?

Oh, oh, you mean you
literally dreamt about it.

Right. So you're
open to the idea?

It's an anthropological fact

that in any community
of individuals,

there is a linchpin
or keystone personality.

Uh, the leader, you mean?

Not usually.

Mostly it's just
a member of the group

who otherwise might
seem invisible

but when she leaves,
the group disintegrates.

She?

Yes, I am obviously
the linchpin personality

in our group.

But I left, too.

After I decided to leave.

No. You left after...

All right, the question
is, are you back?

Well, I'd rather go
back to Maluku,

but I feel,
as the linchpin personality,

that I should put
my own selfish desires

behind the good of this group.

Great, so you're staying?

Yes.
Great. There you go.

All you have to do is get Hodgins and
Angela onboard, all right?

Talk the Jeffersonian into
giving us our lab back,

and then track down
all your squinterns.

That's a long list
of very difficult tasks.

Well, it's not easy being
the linchpin, now is it?

Well, that's true.

Did you make a decision
about the ring?

Daisy, when Dr. Brennan
goes back to Maluku,

are you going with her?

Definitely not.

Really?
I don't like snakes.

Or being away
from... people.

Lance, please don't
keep me hanging.

Are we together or not?

Well, we're not engaged.

So you're keeping
the ring?

I'm keeping the ring.

Would you like to
still be friends?

Yes.
Well, that doesn't work for me.

I'm sorry, but I'm just
not the same guy I was

when you left me holding
my crushed heart in my hands.

I know. You wear hats now.

And a cute little beard.

So I guess this
is good-bye then.

Well, you'll always be
my Lancelot.

You'll always be the one
that got away.

After I threw the one
that got away back,

but perhaps the sequence of
events isn't all that important.

It is to me.

Bye, Daisy.

Bye, Lance.

My parents immigrated
from South Korea

at the end of the Korean War,
but I'm an American citizen.

Do you employ anyone
from North Korea?

Yes, an old friend
of my father's

and his granddaughter
escaped to South Korea,

so we sponsored them.

We cleared out
a small apartment for them.

They work for you here?

Yes. The, uh...

the old man does minor
carpentry and repairs,

and then the granddaughter
is right there.

Does she have a child, um,
around three years old?

Yes, she did,
but she decided to send him

back to his father
in South Korea.

I got to tell you,

I think she
regrets that.

And both of them
are really screwed up about it.

You know why I'm here.

I not speak very good English.

Oh, you're doing a really,
really good job.

Uh, pleased
to meet you, sir.

You understand,
though, why I'm here?

Mr. Park says
that you have, uh, a child.

Three years old? Oh.

Where is he?

Myung Dae. Is that
your boy's name? Myung Dae?

I send Myung Dae back to Korea.

Booth?

Look, we know
what happened.

Myung Dae choked
on a wooden screw.

We know it was an accident.

That you tried to save him.

But he died.

You wrapped him up
in a blanket

that you made
from your jacket,

and you buried him
with as much love as you could.

They were so afraid
of the authorities

that they buried
the child themselves?

Well, the States--

they seem like
heaven to them.

I mean, they... they
probably thought

they were going
to be executed

or, even worse, sent
back to North Korea.

What will happen to them?

Ah, you know, knowing Caroline,

she probably won't even
charge them.

Caroline's a nice person.

Underneath the whole...
you know, not nice thing.

I'm afraid I have to agree.

She got everybody back here
to save my job.

Why do we only solve crimes
when we have a dead body?

Seriously?

Because I'm a pathologist

and she's
a forensic anthropologist.

Fresh dead, long-time dead.

I was thinking
about Logan Bartlett.

The missing boy?
Yeah.

I checked out the Missing
Persons investigation

into the father, and...

the dad buys a car

three days after his
son disappeared.

What kind of father does that?

Hey, Mrs. Bartlett,

you know that this is
a long shot, right?

You told me to have hope.

This is me hoping.

If it's such a long shot,
then why did we bring her?

This is the only park near
where Trevor's brother lives.

Logan loved it.

Well, just don't get your
hopes up too much, all right?

Oh, I believe she
should get her hopes up.

Bones, why?

Mrs. Bartlett,
please stay in the car.

That's Logan.

Trevor dyed his hair,
but that's Logan.

Now, just have to
trust me, okay?

Logan's not dead.
I thought he was dead!
Shh.

Oh, my God.
The man is ignoring his child.

Why would he do that if
he loves him so much?

Oh, he doesn't love him.

He kidnapped him
to hurt his wife.

I find I would like
to strike him.

Well, let's hope
he runs, all right,

and I'll take him
down like a flea.

All right, so when
I get between Logan

and the dad, you make sure
that you get

Mrs. Bartlett to the
child, all right?

Logan, hi.

Hi. How are you?

Hi. I found someone.

Look.
Hi.

I missed you.

I missed you.

Baby.

Oh, you want to stay?

Here, in D.C.?

I think it
would be good

if we had the baby
here in the States.

The baby.

Our baby.

It still sounds so weird.

We're going to have a baby.

We're going to stay
in the States...

to have our baby.

Yeah, all that wine in France
is now totally wasted on me.

chuckles)
Tea, please.

Why did you suddenly get quiet?

Oh, because I am so happy.

Okay, so you don't mind, then?

Are you kidding?

This is the greatest news
I have ever gotten.

No.

No, I mean about...
about staying in the States.

Mind?

Angie, I only love Paris
because you love Paris.

But catching bad guys--

that's what I'm made for.

You're not doing this for me?

You mean the way you
went to Paris for me?

No, I'm... I'm doing it
for the baby.

The baby.

We're going to have a baby.

I'm going to be a dad.

You know what else
I've been realizing, too,

is that we are actually the glue

that holds the whole
clattery operation together.

A baby.

I'm going to be a daddy.

Okay.

All right, we'll finish
this conversation

when you have your brain back.

And I think
that we should also...

I think we should
just keep it between us

until past the first trimester.

Okay?

If you cry...
Don't cry.

If you cry, then I'm
going to start crying,

and then...

The whole Scooby gang's
coming back.

That's right.
We are back.

That's how it should be.

You got something magic,

you don't scatter it
to the ends of the Earth,

you concentrate it
in one place.

There isn't a single normal
law enforcement officer

who could work with these people.

I'm the linchpin, okay?
I'm the linchpin.

Booth.

What are you staring at?

It's you.

What's me?

You're the linchpin.

You managed to get us
all back here,

and then you fixed it
so we'd stay.

I have no idea what you're
talking about, Dr. Brennan.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I find I'd like
to hug you.

Cam's back
at the Jeffersonian.

Uh, why are you staring
at Bones like that?

I prefer you don't leave
us alone together.

Why? What'd you do?

Well, I think we should
thank Dr. Brennan

for insisting that
the Jeffersonian

re-form a forensic unit
on the premises.

And we should
recognize

that Booth's return
to duty at the FBI

means that we can
work with them again.

So, how come I'm not
the linchpin here?

I'm the linchpin.

I would like
to say thanks personally

to all of you for dropping
everything you were doing...

Fighting wars.

Searching for the origins
of humanity.

And totally failing.

Making beautiful music

for shoppers.

You are all my true friends.

And I won't forget it.

But let there be no mistake--

I am the boss,
and I am in charge.

Oh!

That's really going
to get in the way.

Totally not
my problem.

Uh, I have
an announcement to make.

Oh, yeah.
Yes, yes, he does.

Um, we're... we're
going to go home.

So... okay?
No, let...

I'm going for drinks.

I'm with you.

Oh, can Sweets
and I come?

I mean, not together;
just at the same time

'cause we're not together
anymore, right?

Right.

I won't sit next to you,
I promise.

Did you see how happy Hodgins
was to be back at work?

I am definitely doing
the right thing.

Okay, I think there's a little
more going on there, Bones.

Wow.

Okay.

That thing is
really big.

It's a lot
to work around.

Well, we've worked
around bigger.

Metaphorically speaking.

Metaphorically.

Welcome home, Bones.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.
Welcome home, Booth.