Bones (2005–2017): Season 8, Episode 12 - The Corpse on the Canopy - full transcript

Previously on Bones.

I'm not a criminal.
I'm a hacktivist.

Christopher Pelant. Socially
marginalized, I.Q. off the charts.

This will show that I
never left my house.

He made a cipher out of spine,
and he wrote malware on bone.

I think he can get
around an ankle monitor.

He's not a hacker anymore.
Now he's a murderer.

As far as any government agency
is concerned, Pelant is clean, Seeley.

I know this man.
Pelant killed my friend.

He's framing you.

The evidence is piling
up against Brennan.



You gotta make
a run for it, honey.

He thinks he's smarter than us.

That big brain of yours
isn't much help now, hmm?

If we can just figure out how he put her
in the security footage, we can clear her.

- You got him.
- Christopher Pelant,
you are under arrest.

Even a genius can
make a few mistakes.

What did you mean when
you said Pelant is not Pelant?

That man is Basam Alfayat.

You're saying that he wiped out
his identity and created a new one?

That's right. Pelant isn't Pelant
anymore. We can't touch him.

Ange.

Angie.

- Michael. Michael Vincent!
- Oh, God!

Come here, baby. Come here.



Come here. Come here.

Angela said they
were drugged. How?

Gas. Hodgins found a hole
in the vent to their bedroom.

What else did they tell you? To
get Christine somewhere safe.

Well, your father's... H-He's
not gonna let her out of his sight.

Angela was scared. I've
never heard her like this before.

She says that we're the
only ones she trusts with this.

Trusts with what?

She thinks Pelant is back.

The skin was almost
completely removed.

As was the mandible, the
internal and sexual organs.

The superior lateral corner of the
eye orbits indicate the victim was male.

Was it Pelant?

Come on. Who else would
cut someone up like this?

The technique used on these tissue
incisions could help determine that.

Cam would be the
one to assess it.

Assess what?
Look at it. It's Pelant!

- I'm not saying it isn't.
- We need proof.

Here. Here. He left these
petals in Michael's crib.

They're from Egypt.
Crocus sativus.

The Egyptians revered the crocus
as a symbol of the rebirth of the sun.

Yeah, and last we knew,
Pelant was in Egypt.

Flaying and flowers. Okay,
that settles it. It's Pelant.

Pelant is back from Egypt.
The real question is why.

I almost killed him a few months
ago. He's trying to get back at me.

Well, that definitely factors into it. But
with Pelant, there's always something more.

We can't keep Cam out of this. We
have to examine this cadaver in the lab.

- Call the Bureau
and get a tech team out here.
- Wait, no, no, no. No teams.

- No one can know
about this but us.
- That's not how I work.

The game has changed, Booth.
Pelant is targeting us directly.

We have to hit him back
now, before one of us is dead.

Pelant touched our son. Isn't
there a way to just get rid of him?

Morally, I have no
problem with killing a killer,

but Booth is the only one of us who
has the skills and the training to do it.

The burden would fall on him.
The decision needs to be his.

- How many kills do you have?
- My kills were battlefield
decisions. All right?

They were green-lit from above.
There is a chain of command.

Did any of them deserve
to die more than Pelant?

We stay in the system.

In lockdown, but in the system.

That's final.

Are we good?

Yeah, we're good.

All right. I'm gonna
call a tech team now.

I'll call Cam.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

It's an E.F.T. shield.

Military-grade,
countersurveillance.

Same idea as a tinfoil hat.

That is a lot of highly-trained
"squintspertise"...

you are sending on
government-paid vacation.

The investigation is
need-to-know only.

All calls are on burner
cells. No computers.

I've got as much blood
as you've got tests.

Potentiometer
assay. Gamma count.

Don't leave anything out.

Ooh. There is a needle in
your radial artery, Dr. Hodgins.

Try not to bounce
around so much.

You are running a gamma count,
aren't you? If the hematology warrants it.

Gamma count gives
us the G.G.T. levels.

Those puppies bark loud enough,

we're gonna know that
Pelant used Phenobarbital...

to knock me and Angela out.

If we can I.D. the gas, we may be
able to narrow it down to the supplier,

and that's gonna get us
one step closer to Pelant.

Well, that is how a
forensic investigation works.

Yeah. Just trying to help.

Don't you have flower
petals to examine?

- Hey, if I'm in your way,
just say so.
- Petals. Go.

I just don't understand
how someone can do this...

to another human being.

Oh, you'd have to have a
strong knowledge of anatomy,

a well-balanced cutting
implement that really holds its edge.

A floor drain would be helpful.

That clears it up. Thank you.

What do we have?
The victim is male.

185.4 centimeters tall.

56.7 kilograms...

without skin, bodily
fluids, mandible or viscera.

So that puts his
original weight at 210,

give or take a mandible or two.

The wear to the maxillary
teeth suggests late 30s.

The width of the
fourth sternal rib...

indicates Caucasian ancestry.

Lack of putrefaction suggests
he's been dead less than 24 hours,

so Missing Persons
won't have anything yet.

Pelant is sending us a message.
There has to be some logic to these cuts.

The selective flaying,
the missing mandible...

I'm just... not seeing it.

What about the X-rays?

There were some small
lesions to the scapula...

and some fragments embedded in
the muscle near the victim's pelvis.

Yeah, it looks like the iliacus.

- What are those?
- I'm not sure.

But muscle remodeling indicates
they've been in there over a year.

Okay, I'll get these
to Dr. Hodgins.

Cam is treating this like
it's just any other case.

No, she's just
being professional.

Brennan, Pelant was
holding Michael in his arms.

When... When I was on
the road with Christine,

I was scared.

Yeah, of course you were.

- You were alone.
- No, you don't understand.

I've been alone most of my
life. I've never been scared.

This... This was different.

How did you get through it?

I've met victims of war crimes in
Central America, Africa, Southeast Asia.

They'd gone through
a lot more than us.

They manage to keep going
by finding something to focus on,

a clear, achievable goal that
gets them through the day.

I could use one of those.

You got one for me?

Stopping Pelant.

Christopher Pelant, born in 1986 in
Denmark, raised in the United States,

until he wipes
out that identity...

and becomes Egyptian
national Basam Alfayat.

Now all records of Alfayat...

have now vanished too.

So we have no idea
who we're looking for.

First victim was
Carole Morrisey.

Pelant's high school
guidance counselor.

She was going to write him a bad
recommendation to Stanford, so he killed her.

It was utilitarian. He
disposed of the body...

And got into Stanford. Word is
that's what it takes these days.

Next there was Inger
Johannsen and Ezra Krane.

Now, here we see
concurrent patterns.

Pelant had no personal connection
to Inger and a minimal one to Krane.

He opportunistically used
their bodies to tell the story.

Then we have good
ol' Ethan Sawyer,

who Pelant immobilized so
he could be eaten by wolves.

I'll say this for
the evil little troll,

he always manages
to top himself.

So, what's he up
to with his latest?

Does Flynn know about this?

He's an F.B.I. agent.
He figures things out.

All right.

Hey. What's going on?

F.B.I. work.

Does this F.B.I. work have
anything to do with Pelant?

Pelant? He doesn't exist.

No, we're looking at a
killing done by an individual...

who manifests a malignant
antisocial personality disorder.

It helps to pull up
old cases to compare.

That's all. Thank
you for the insight.

I run the major crimes here,
and I'm investigating one, so...

I'd hate to have to drop a report on the
A.G.'s desk that you were getting in the way.

That sort of
politics appalls me.

Fine.

Seeley, run your investigation.

It's just that if I were you, I would
want all the help that I could get.

But I'm not you.

I did some reconstructions.

Wow. Three sets.

Yeah, since there's no mandible, there's
just an element of uncertainty here.

These lesions on the scapula...

are most likely the remnants of a
case of cutaneous leishmaniasis.

Well, that's not a
domestic disease.

But I've seen it on soldiers.

The troops in Iraq get it from sand
flea bites. Well, that makes sense.

Hodgins thinks the metal
fragments you gave him are shrapnel.

He's doing a compositional
analysis to determine the source.

Stress fractures to the
victim's metatarsals...

were consistent with
parachute jumping,

and there are osteophytes present
in the intercondylar fossa of the femur,

which comes from
nitrogen buildup in the blood.

Which could mean he did a
significant amount of diving.

Diving, parachute training
and shrapnel wound.

Sounds like our victim
was Special Forces.

I hear the lab thinks your
victim was Special Forces.

Why do you want any part of this? This
is nothing but a headache for you, right?

Whatever. That's the job, right?

I'm offering my help.

But if you don't want it...

That doesn't leave the Pentagon.

How did you get these
records? Called in a favor.

It must have been some favor.

The guy you're looking for served
in Iraq, built up major dive hours...

and managed to get wounded
by an R.P.G. in Central Africa.

Well, if he pulled an assignment in
Africa, that would be off the record.

Exactly. That's why
we've never seen these.

You still want me off this one?

Nah, it's too late for that.

I just heard from Leah Kressin.

She is the best hematologist
I know, top expert in her field.

I completely trust her work, and... she
couldn't I.D. the gas that Pelant used.

I'm sorry.

But you're not giving up on this,
right? I don't know what else to do.

There's no residue in your blood.
There's no residue on the victim.

The tech team went over
every inch of your place.

Then they go over it again. I mean, every
millimeter. Someone missed something.

Given the time and resources we have, I have
to go with what has the highest probability.

If it's about resources, just tell me
how much you need me to give you.

Money isn't the issue. Please.

Money is always the issue.
It's a good thing that I'm rich.

Half the funding for the Jeffersonian
comes from the Cantilever Group.

We have to stay focused
on what's important.

He was in my bedroom.

He threatened my wife, my child.

Nothing is more
important than that.

Xavier Freeman. Did five tours
as a SEAL. Mustered out in 2008.

Nothing on him since.

Not many SEALs worked
both Central Africa and Iraq.

He's the only hit
Flynn and I could find.

- No job, no surviving family.
- Then I guess we won't
have to notify anyone.

New furniture.

Hardly any food in the fridge.

No movies, music, books.

Looks like he's
got a family after all.

I saw this exact same photo
in an apartment I almost rented.

Yeah.

See, stagers cut these out of
magazines to prep open houses.

Freeman didn't want
to form any attachments.

He was ready to
leave at any time.

There's a lot of hotel receipts
here from Cairo, Dubai.

Wait, wait.

Look at this. He left
his gun locker open.

No, he didn't. A SEAL
would never do that.

Pelant wanted us
to find this open.

These are all
proprietary weapons.

I've seen some of these weapons in Iraq, but
our boys, they never got this kind of stuff.

Who does? The ones who
kill for money, that's who.

Yeah. It's Booth. Listen.

Our man Freeman, he
was working for Serberus.

- You know what we're in for?
- Yeah.

- What's Serberus?
- It's the world's biggest
provider of mercenaries.

Not only do they supply the arms,
but they supply the men who use them.

So Pelant killed a highly-trained
professional soldier.

A target like that is a
huge risk, even for him.

- He's escalating.
- Yeah,
but the question is why.

I ran a tox screen...
no poisons.

But I found highly elevated
levels of adrenocorticosteroids.

Have you found
any signs of torture?

Look at these
antemortem striations...

on the fourth and
fifth cervical vertebrae.

They were made by needles.

That would have pierced the nerve
ganglions on either side of the vertebrae.

The pain would be intense,
but it wouldn't kill him.

Not in one session, but this
could've gone on for days.

The body would continue
to pump out adrenaline,

stressing his heart until he
suffered a lethal bradyarrhythmia.

He literally died from pain.

Xavier Freeman was tortured
and killed by a man we're tracking.

So we'd like Freeman's records...
every operation that he's had access to.

I'm sorry, gentlemen.

It's company policy to maintain
the confidentiality of our operatives.

This is your company. You can
change that policy with one phone call.

- That's not going to happen.
- I don't think you understand,
Mr. Molnor.

Our target's killed five people
already. He's on the hunt.

I think I understand very well. You had five
shots at this guy, and you missed every time.

Now you want my help.

If he's the one who killed our
man, we'll find out. By ourselves.

- Hey. Got a minute?
- For what, Sweets?

You've been through a lot.
Thought you might want to talk.

You suffered a major trauma.

Okay, I get it.
"Trauma." "Stress."

These are just buzzwords because
you think that I'm not up to my job.

Listen, you've got
to calm down. Okay?

Let the team do its job.

I know you think that because you choked Pelant,
you brought all this on your family, but...

Okay, thank you for stopping by.

This isn't you,
Hodgins. All right?

Y-You need some perspective.

Just... take a breath.

Take a breath.

Take a breath.

Take a breath. Hodgins?

What?

I'm sorry to tell you this,

but there's nothing in
the Justice's guidelines...

on searches, seizures
and practical jokes...

that will get you back into
Serberus with a warrant...

if you can't tell me
what you're looking for.

We can't tell you what we're looking
for until we go back there and find it.

You have no idea what
Freeman was working on?

- No, none.
- Come on, Caroline. It's just a piece of paper.

You think I can just fox-trot
into a judge's chambers...

with my winning smile and girlish
figure and get whatever I want?

- I appreciate the compliment,
but it doesn't work that way.
- You don't want to help? Fine.

- You can just fox-trot
out of here.
- Slow your roll, Seeley Booth.

Pelant screwed me over too.
I want him as badly as you do.

So you come back with something I can
work with, and I will get you that warrant.

Dr. Sweets. What is it?

I just spoke with Dr. Hodgins,
and I'm concerned about him.

You need to check with me in advance
before you assess any of my people.

That wasn't my intention. He's
a friend. He suffered a shock.

And yet you feel compelled to
see me about it. He's obsessive.

He's manic. He's not
evincing good judgment.

I don't think it's healthy for Hodgins or this
investigation for him to be working right now.

You should just send him
home, let him get some rest.

I'm not gonna do that.

Why?

Because Pelant is
afraid of Jack Hodgins.

That's why he put
the body in his house.

He wants him off the case.

- What are you doing?
- Snorting lidocaine.

Why?

Suppresses the gag reflex.
I need to biopsy my lung.

Oh, no, no, no. No, you don't.

Nobody biopsies their own lung.

There is a chance that some of the gas
Pelant used on us is still in the tissue.

Then let Cam do it. I
mean, she's an M.D.

I don't think she trusts my
professional opinion right now.

Besides, it's-it's... it's painful,
there's a risk of complications,

and there's only the slim
chance that it's even gonna work.

But there is
actually... a chance?

Maybe. The odds aren't good.

Let's double them.

Biopsy my lung too.

Booth.

Guess again, Dr. Brennan.

What do you want?

I want to register my
disappointment with you.

I left you a masterpiece of a body,
and you still haven't read it properly.

- Then why don't you just
tell me what it means?
- I already have.

You just don't get it yet.
Which surprises me, frankly.

- I mean, maybe it's true what
they say about motherhood.
- What are you talking about?

That it makes you dumber.

You didn't just call to insult
me. Tell me what you want.

I'm not telling you
anything, Temperance.

But...

as a goodwill gesture, one
neurological freak to another,

I'll give you a hint.

What's the hint?

You'll know soon enough.

No time for a trace.
What did he say?

That he sent me
something. A clue.

Oh! God!

The finger was mailed
to the Jeffersonian,

and Pelant knew how to
reach me on my burner cell.

How? I don't know.

But he knows I haven't figured out
his code on the victim's remains yet.

That's not good. He's
unscrambled our signal.

Is that human?

It'll take me some time to do a proper
analysis. I'm staying right here with you.

You don't need to protect me. Pelant
doesn't want to kill me, at least for now.

- If that's supposed to make me
feel better, it doesn't.
- Just go. I'll be fine.

All right. If you
need me, just call.

You okay?

Yeah. Fine.

Ah, nothing beats old-school
technology. It's beautiful, isn't it?

What is that? It's
an Enigma machine.

The Germans used them to send
coded messages in World War II.

This one was my grandfather's. There's only
one other, and I just had it sent to Booth.

From now on, any important information
we have for the F.B.I. goes over it.

Okay, uh, Booth said that we
could set up a proprietary landline.

No, no, no. Ph-Phones
run on the power supply.

Pelant could've sent a...
A worm in through the grid.

Honey, that is not possible.

Of course it's possible. I can't
believe that you're questioning that.

Wait a minute. I just let you
cut out a piece of my lung.

Every breath that I'm taking
feels like I swallowed an ice pick.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't
have said that.

It's okay. I-I get it. I get it.

Mass spec's warmed up.

Did you get anything?

Carbon dioxide, nitrogen,
oxygen, nitrous oxide,

a few stray molecules
of C4, H3, F7, O1.

Okay, what does that mean?

Sevoflurane. It's
an anesthetic gas.

It's the one that Pelant
used to knock us out.

I bet he figured we could never
trace it. This is our one advantage.

Thank God I am a pack rat.

There are two suppliers...

who are licensed to sell the amount
of sevo Pelant used to fill our bedroom.

Okay. So? They're both
divisions of Cantilever.

I own them.

I'm gonna take care
of this one myself.

Taxonav puts it
at primate to start,

but the knuckles indicate
the suborder is simian.

The finger belongs
to a monkey or an ape.

Nail is flat, indicates the
family Cercopithecidae,

which limits the geographic
range to Northern Africa.

The hair follicles
indicate genus macaque.

Relation of the proximal
to the distal phalanges...

indicates Macaca sylvanus,

commonly known as a Barbary ape.

And it's an index finger. That's
gotta have some significance.

Pelant said that he
left me a "masterpiece."

The Roman anatomist Galen
dissected Barbary apes...

as his models for how
the human body works.

His work was widely
accepted until the 16th century...

when Vesalius, the
father of modern anatomy,

proved that Galen had
made some significant errors.

We have to show Angela.

That finger was
pointing us to Vesalius.

Okay, so this is the best I
could do without my usual tools.

I'm impressed.

This is the body
from above our bed.

Now, I went through all
of Vesalius's illustrations...

and found the one that most
closely resembles plate 34...

De Humani Corporis Fabrica.

Both corpses are flayed,
eviscerated, missing mandibles.

But the bodies are positioned so differently,
it's difficult to make a comparison.

Well, Vesalius looped a rope
around the back of the cranium...

and up through
the orbital cavity...

to pull the body up
to a standing position.

So I did the same
with the photo.

They're almost
an identical match.

But what does it mean?

I don't know what he's trying to tell us,
but pretty sure the guy's enjoying this.

I'm... I'm not seeing
what you're seeing.

Pelant's been deliberately
macabre before, but this is artistic.

You know, there's ego gratification
here. He's building to something.

Something's burning.

What the hell is that?

It's an Enigma machine.
Hodgins sent it over.

Why? Why? Because it's Hodgins.

- It looks like
it's actually working.
- What does it say?

"Traced Pelant's gas
supplier. Bertand Chemical.

Has new alias. Justin Trimple."

- What kind of name is that?
- Pelant always
has to be singular.

- Even with his fake identities.
- I'll run it
through the database.

- It's got to be a paper search,
no computers.
- Come on.

We don't have a choice. If
we run it, Pelant will know.

Fine. There's another way we can
find him. Pelant won't see it coming.

Flynn says that we
should spam Pelant?

You know, that's so
low-tech, it might actually work.

How?

- Permission to use?
- No.

Listen, Pelant might flag
a search for the name,

but if we blast him with spam,

it could distract him
just long enough...

for us to run a check on Trimple
before Pelant can suspect that we're in.

Angela thinks it'll work.

- Okay.
- Okay.

And the neat thing is,

some helpful Nigerian has
already written all the spam for us.

Why won't Pelant
know you're sending it?

I'll route it through
a proxy chain...

and send it to every
possible Justin Trimple.

What do we got?

Excuse me for one minute.

He blocked us.

Oh, that's bad. No. It's good.

Tell Booth I know
what server he's using.

The lab traced Justin Trimple to
the in-house server at Serberus.

That's Pelant, right?
He's there right now?

Yes. When he killed Freeman he took his
security chip. That's what got him access.

- What do you have to tie him
to Freeman's murder?
- The start of the chain, okay?

Hodgins has got a eyewitness who sold
him massive amounts of sevoflurane gas.

That's the stuff he
used to knock him out.

You trust Hodgins with this?

Yes.

Listen to me. We may not
catch another break here.

- We need to go in there with
a tac team and take him now.
- Look, I need that warrant.

You want to take on a private
army with an F.B.I. tac squad?

Yeah. Yes.

You come up empty,

and I will not be there to
cover your sorry asses...

on account of I'll be too
busy covering my own.

- I'll take that chance.
- Great.

Okay then. Suit up.

Right. So, how we doing?

We've got Gatlings at each entry
and exit. 6,000 rounds per minute.

They're hidden behind grates.

First, we get him off-line and make
sure we get every man past the kill zone.

What are you doing here?
I want to go in with you.

I can help you in there.
I understand Pelant.

- You're staying outside.
- Doesn't make any sense.

It makes complete sense, because
if I go in there and I don't make it out,

you're the only one who
understands Pelant, how he ticks.

You're gonna have to be the one
that follows through with all this.

I need to know you'll be
there for me if that happens.

Okay. Okay, I'll be here.

Right. Over here.

Freeman's corpse is not a
perfect copy of the Vesalius.

Pelant made some errors.

What kind of errors? The cuts.

Some of them are identical,
but others don't correspond.

If those aren't errors,
but purposeful anomalies,

then the deviation between
the two would be his code.

Clear the lobby! Everybody move!

- Lock down every exit. Get those Gatlings off-line.
- Roger that.

- Sweep every room
from the ground up.
- Over here.

Move! Move! Let's go!

F.B.I. Weapons on the ground.

Guys. Seriously?

Stand down.

Pelant excised pieces of several
muscles from Freeman's corpse...

that are intact in the Vesalius.

Teres major, middle scalene,

rhomboid major, brachioradialis,

omohyoid, iliocostalis lumborum.

Can you magnify the Vesalius?

He labeled each muscle
with a different letter.

The letters match up
perfectly with the holes.

M-E-L-Y-C-U.

What does it mean?

Everybody out! Move! Move!

Quickly! Let's go! Everyone
to the lobby! Keep moving!

F.B.I.!

Let's go. Out.

Do you have any
idea what you're doing?

Yeah. Saving your ass.

Team "B" headed
for the server room.

Clear!

Server room clear!

Out of 720 combinations,

this is the only one
that makes sense.

- Lyceum.
- It's the only one
that makes sense.

W-What does it
mean? It means school.

Derived from the Greek
"lukeion," where Aristotle taught.

Right. But what does
it mean to Pelant?

If Pelant's in the building, he'll
show up on a security camera.

Got him.

No, we don't.

He can't be everywhere at once.

- We've got every exit covered.
- We don't. There's another way out.

Hey.

Building like this, there's always
an off-map evac route. Where is it?

Pelant could crash this whole
place down. He's got the tool set.

You lose contact with all 5,000 of your
special guys out there for God knows how long,

how's that gonna go
over with your clientele?

It's not in the blueprints.
He couldn't know about it.

He knows.

Pelant!

Pelant!

Down!

Stay with me. Okay?
Just stay with me.

Agent down. Agent down.

Hey. You okay?

I just had to tell the
squints that Pelant got away.

Flynn. Flynn!

My last shot... It hit Pelant.

It hit him. It didn't kill him,
but there was damage.

You couldn't have seen
that shot hit Pelant. I hit him.

If that's so, he's gonna
need medical attention, right?

There's already an all-points.
There's no way he gets away this time.

If it was anyone else, I'd
believe you, but... Agent Booth?

What's going on? Every work
station on the eighth floor just went on.

- Why?
- I don't know.

Bring it up for me.

Here we are. Here it is.
What are those numbers?

I have no idea.

Booth just called. We're back online,
and I'm patched into the Serberus system.

You need to see what it's doing.

It's gotta be a code.
Of course it's a code.

It's Pelant. He's showing
us he still controls the board.

It's not a series, not a
sequence, not a progression.

There's no mathematical
consistency here.

They have to
correlate to something.

Wait a second. I recognize
these numbers from Afghanistan.

They're coordinates
on the M.G.R.S.

- What's that?
- Military Grid
Reference System.

G.P.S. standard for
air-delivered weapons.

That means Pelant
has got a target.

The coordinates are
for Kandahar Province.

The landscape is shifting
at 237 miles per hour.

- Is that speed constant?
- Yeah.

Too slow for a missile or
a jet. Too fast for a copter.

It's an MQ-9 Predator Drone.

- Target?
- Uh, no idea.

This is Pelant. We have
to assume the worst.

MQ-9 carries enough
ordnance to take out a city block.

Any habitable area in the vicinity
would be densely populated.

A hit would be
devastating. Booth!

- Gotta turn this drone
around now.
- Redirect the drone.

I can't get onto its
nav. We're locked out.

The drone's system has been corrupted.
It won't acknowledge anything I send it.

Try "lyceum."

We've got the
drone's video feed.

Can you get us a satellite image
of the nearest populated area?

Yeah.

The drone's flight path will
take it directly to those buildings.

What are those dots?

Head scarves. They're girls.

I'm enhancing.

They're young. Based on the
size differential, they're pre-teens.

Lyceum.

Pelant is taking out a school.

Okay, what's that other
data that he's throwing at us?

I'll work on that. You
stay on the drone.

Why is Pelant giving us the target
in advance? He doesn't do that.

He wants us to feel helpless
when the drone blows up that school.

- You have any other aircraft
in the area?
- Do we?

Navy has a pair of Hornets
in flight, 93 miles out.

Request a redeploy.

Oh, my God.

This can't be happening.

Oh, God. No, no, no.

What? What... What is it?

That word salad is the
passwords to my accounts...

Personal portfolio,
corporate, the works.

Pelant... He's draining every
account. We'll be broke in a minute.

No, no, no. It's running off of
Serberus's network. I can shut it down.

No, you can't, Angie.
You can't. Why not?

Because if you
shut down Serberus,

we're gonna lose
contact with the drone.

Pelant is forcing me to choose.

Keep our money,
or save those girls.

Oh, my God.

Save the girls. Go.

Drone is one minute out.

- Hornets?
- Five minutes and counting.

They're not gonna make it.

Pelant sequestered his kernel
with direct anonymous attestation.

- Meaning?
- I'm in.

Got it.

Hey.

Been looking for you.

It suddenly hit me... I
haven't eaten all day.

How long have those been here?

Well, absence of bug infestation
indicates less than two days.

And I am not about to
turn down a free muffin.

Not now anyway.

You know, we're
gonna be all right.

We don't need the money.

I know.

But it was a lot of money.

It sure was.

You know, there's a bag
of frozen bagels downstairs.

It's been there
for weeks. Really?

Well, that's our breakfast.

Love you.

I love you too.

Hi. How's Flynn?

He's stabilized, but
we still don't know.

I didn't get a chance
to say good night to her.

It's about more than
that, isn't it, Booth?

Pelant is still out there.

You said you hit him. If
he's injured, that helps us.

But we're still waiting for him to make
the next move, and I'm not okay with that.

Whatever's next,
we'll handle it.

We always do.

What's that mean?