Previously on Bones...
Paris real estate again, huh?
It's ours. We are moving to Paris.
(laughing)
I'm here to collect on a debt-- $30,000.
Jimmy, your bookie, came here. I paid him everything you owe.
It was just a mistake, all right? Look, I made one bet, that was it.
I need you to leave.
My name is Seeley, and I have a gambling addiction.
ALL: Welcome, Seeley.
BRENNAN: I have faith in you, Booth.
And I think you should stay the night with me.
(birds singing)
Hi, Booth. Hey, Bones. What is all this?
Oh. Uh...
those are job offers I've received.
Uh, proposals to run research facilities,
university programs.
All this happened when I was out of the house?
Well, I've been getting job offers for years.
You know that. So have you.
Okay, but you organized all of them so neatly,
and you put little Post-its on everything.
Look at this. "Definitely consider.
Great potential. Total autonomy."
All right, well, oh, but in that case, I don't think
I want to be constricted by an Ivy League setting.
Right, I mean, look, I know that I... I screwed up
with the gambling and everything,
and I'm-I'm working hard on that and all, but
these are the types of decisions that we deal with
and-and talk about, you know, together as a team.
You were going to leave the FBI last year and move to Europe.
You remember how great you felt about that?
There's a big difference. You know,
I discussed that before I did anything.
And we'll discuss this.
I've compiled all of your job offers, too.
You loved the idea of working at the NSA facility
in Kansas, and there's a university there.
This is about Angela and Hodgins
moving to Paris, isn't it?
No, Booth, this is about us.
We've been through a lot.
Your gambling, being in jail,
shot. I...
The new baby.
(sighs)
Don't you think we might need a change?
(phone ringing)
Booth.
Yeah. Wait, wait, wait. Okay.
Where? All right.
Look, we're-we're on our way.
There's a body found at Adam's Park.
Okay, I'll call Max
and have him take Christine to preschool. Right.
Hey, Bones, this is what we do.
I know.
For now.
Look, this is important work, all right?
Or don't you think so anymore? Of course I think so,
but there are other important things
we could do that won't get us killed.
Okay, look,no one's getting killed. That's what you always say
before the shooting starts.
Hey, Whoa! Oh, God!
What the hell happened here?
Well, the skin was neatly flayed to attract carrion.
Oh, extreme animal predation, but no observable bite marks.
HODGINS: Because this wasn't
rats or coyotes or raccoons.
(birds squawking) Vultures.
Yup, that's right. What are you still doing here, bug boy?
I thought you were moving to Paris.
Aren't I entitled to a swan song?
The removal of the skin, the placement of the body.
This is precise work. Almost as good as my work.
Almost. The height of the nasal bridge
indicates the victim was male.
The depth of the sternal rib endings
indicates he was in his mid-20s.
(bird squawking) Well, his body was posed.
Must be some kind of a message. In ancient Egypt, grave robbers
were flayed, impaled, and their hands were severed.
Well, this obelisk is Egyptian.
BOOTH: Look, I'm just gonna say it.
Okay, last time we saw something like this...
It was Pelant. Pelant.
Pelant is dead.
I examined his remains. We all did.
Someone as brilliant as Pelant
with all the money he stole from you.
He probably planned for the future.
So someone took over his work?
BOOTH: Okay, look, it wasn't work, okay?
Pelant was a killer, nothing more.
Guys, there's...
there's something in his throat.
BRENNAN: Whoa.
Flower.
Flower. Exactly what Pelant used to use
to send a message.
Still have any doubt this has to do with him?
SAROYAN: Flowers had specific messages.
What about this one? This is a chiranthodendron.
It means "be warned."
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The heart was gone, but there are still some bits and pieces
of the lungs and liver remaining.
Should be enough for a tox screen and DNA.
BRENNAN: There's no hemorrhagic staining on the rib incisions,
indicating the damage was postmortem.
So he was
flayed and cut in order to fit onto the obelisk.
Similar to how Pelant killed
and placed Agent Flynn on the rock.
So we're talking about a copycat. Or a devotee.
You'll need to work faster on that reconstruction,
Dr. Edison. I'm trying my best, but I'm no Angela.
Well, no one is.
Oh, you don't have to do that, Angela.
Well, we don't leave until next week, and if this is
somehow related to Pelant...
Thank you.
Honestly, I can't bear to see something done this badly.
I'm insulted and yet grateful.
BRAY: Need an extra pair of hands?
I was helping
Hodgins pack up, and Pelant was mentioned.
Yes. Thank you, Mr. Bray.
The victim is in his late 20s, but
the iliac crest is abnormally thin.
Most likely a sign of osteomalacia.
Indicating a Vitamin D deficiency.
Could be a lack of sunlight, poor diet.
SAROYAN: From the look of his musculature, I'd say both.
I don't think our victim got outside much.
A shut-in. Or someone held him captive.
AUBREY: I spent all night
going over the Pelant files.
I can't believe this guy stalked your family for three years.
I can't believe
somebody wants to keep this guy's memory alive.
Are you sure you're up for dealing with Pelant again?
I got a job to do, Aubrey. Let's not make it
more complicated, all right? I'm just saying,
I can take the lead on this if it hits too close to home.
You know, you and Dr. B just got back together.
And I really, really appreciate that, but, you know,
if someone's coming after me and my family,
I'm the guy who's gonna take him out.
Seeley Booth. It does a body good to see you bright-eyed,
bushy-tailed and back in the peak of health again.
Good to see you, too, Caroline.
Now, how about you gentlemen walk me through what you have?
Well, it was a warning, the kind that Pelant used to give.
Remember that guy?
A warning about what, and to who, Cher?
AUBREY: Could be as simple as money.
Hodgins' money was never recovered.
$4.6 billion.
That's a lot of cash that people would kill for.
Hmm.
You get an ID yet?
Aren't you supposed to be packing?
He won't finish it until we solve this case.
Our flight's not until next week.
Okay, then I'll take what I can get.
Have you found any probative particulates?
Nice alliteration.
Well, just traces of gluten, cheese
and tomato. Huh. Pizza?
Yeah. Yeah, so we know what he liked to eat,
just not where he was killed or how.
(computer chirping)
MONTENEGRO: Ooh. Okay, got a match.
SAROYAN: "Franklin Holt.
Independent computer consultant."
HODGINS: Computers and Pelant. I don't like this.
Still can't believe you used to do this with Dr. Brennan.
It's so dangerous. Bones isn't afraid of anything,
you know, but now that she's pregnant...
(clattering)
Didn't the landlord say that Holt lived alone?
She did.
There's blood on the wall, Booth,
and a woman inside.
That's a lot of blood.
FBI. Come out with your hands up.
(grunting)
(groans, gasps)
All right, let's go. Get up. Up you go. Huh?
What part of "FBI" did you not understand? You see that? FBI.
Anyone can say "FBI."
What are you doing here? Looking for Franklin.
And then I saw the blood. I was calling 911.
What happened to him? Where is he?
First of all, who the hell are you? Leelah.
Leelah Strawn.
Franklin and me were going out, and I didn't hear
from him for a couple of days, so I-I came over.
What happened?
He's been murdered.
Franklin? Yeah.
Oh, God. So, uh,
did he have any threats against him recently?
Franklin?
Not-not that he told me.
I mean, he barely saw anyone.
He was an IT guy, but he did everything from here.
AUBREY: I'll call the squints.
Need to sweep the house for evidence.
(siren wails, tires screech)
Well, I was right about the pizza.
Well, Booth said there was a struggle.
He was clearly right about that.
Well, there's blood and tissue all over the room, so I concur.
MONTENEGRO: Every hard drive
is gone, and there are no thumb drives
or SD cards either. He was cleaned out.
So he must have been killed for information on these computers.
What should we take back to the lab, Dr. Saroyan?
Oh. ALL: Everything.
LEELAH: Look, I d-- I don't know about
all this, okay? Franklin and me--
we met online because we both liked Call of Duty.
We'd get together at his place, order pizza,
play and...
hook up. He ever mention someone named Pelant?
Is that the guy at that investment place?
What investment place?
Kevin Dunlop Investments, I think it was called.
The IT guy there-- Franklin had him fired,
so he kept threatening him online.
But threats like that-- they're usually just noise,
right?
Maybe not this time.
Hi.
Hi. I thought you were coming home for dinner.
Well, I left work.
I... You know, I had to get out and, uh, go for a walk.
It's just, I lost track of time.
The case?
Yeah. Yup.
I heard the girlfriend was right.
The victim was brought in to Dunlop Investments
to check out the computer security.
Yeah, he found a lot
of holes in the system, so Dunlop ended up firing the head
of security, Owen Ellickson.
Listen, Bones, I got to...
We have to talk.
I-I just feel like...
Look, I know that we're in the middle of a case here
and everything, but what you were saying earlier...
I just, uh...
It's right.
I'm...
This is my last case.
Are you sure, Booth? Yeah.
You know what? I made some really bad choices recently,
but this one feels really good.
It just feels right.
You could take the job at the NSA
and I could take over the department at Fulton.
They'd give me unlimited funds.
Or we could just have a baby and live our lives
and be happy. (soft chuckle)
That sounds so good. Right?
But I don't want you to do anything that you don't...
No, I want to, I do. (phone rings)
It's Aubrey. Yeah?
Right, okay.
Got it. He found Ellickson.
Franklin Holt was trying to destroy me.
But I didn't kill him. I'm just
a IT guy. Guys like me don't kill people.
Christopher Pelant was once just an IT guy.
Pelant? What does Pelant have to do with me?
Judging by your computer, you seemed
a little obsessed with him. We found a history of his hacks,
details of his murders. Very creepy stuff.
The guy might have been evil,
but he was a genius.
$4 billion gone without leaving a trace?
You've got to admit-- that's pretty awesome.
Sounds like you want to keep his awesome work alive.
If you mean find out how he did it, sure.
Having a skill like that-- I could write my own ticket.
So how exactly did Holt get you fired?
He broke into a server at Dunlop Investments
and said it was my fault
because I'd made them vulnerable,
which was crap. That server?
Dunlop wouldn't let me touch it.
How was I supposed to make it secure?
You were head of security. Why wouldn't you be allowed
to secure it? Dunlop Investments, dude.
They handle money from every dictator and scumbag
in the world. Dunlop wanted that info
protected even from me.
So you think you got fired
because you were getting too close?
Yeah.
And... maybe Holt got killed because...
he got even closer.
This is very good work
on the thorax. Goes a lot faster
when there's two of us. We found kerf marks
on both the scapulas, and on the inferior margin
of the manubrium. These
kerf marks are from one of Pelant's victims.
They appear to be a match.
Well, you are correct, Mr. Bray.
The killer used the same type of bone saw that Pelant did.
This is a perfect imitation.
Hmm.
What do you see, Dr. Brennan?
Do you want to be a student forever, Mr. Bray?
Uh, no, of-of course not.
Then take a look for yourself.
See what others wouldn't. I'm not gonna always be here
to bail you out. The same goes for you, Dr. Edison.
I'm already a doctor.
Then show us why.
There's a subtle
differentiation between the striae.
Yes. And the ones on the manubrium...
appear to have a slight waver to them.
These are hesitation marks.
Pelant never hesitated. The killer mimicked
Pelant's technique, but doesn't share
Pelant's enthusiasms. Precisely. This is
someone who is questioning their actions.
Which makes him vulnerable.
BOOTH: Ellickson pointed us to, uh, Dunlop Investments.
CAROLINE: I know,
and Dunlop is protected by about a thousand lawyers.
That's how he can stay so dirty
and not smell. That's probably where
Hodgins' money wound up, you know...
the money that Pelant stole.
Are you gonna let Aubrey
question him alone, too?
You know, Aubrey's a good agent.
He led us to Dunlop.
What's happening, Cher?
No way you take a step back
on a Pelant case for no reason.
I want to see how things go without me.
Without you?
(sighs)
This is between you and me, for now,
but, uh...
this is gonna be my last case.
Oh, my Lord.
You can't be serious.
Look, there are still a few places on me
that haven't been shot or broken,
and I'd like to keep it that way
for as long as I can.
There's a lot of good agents here.
A lot better than me.
Oh...
You shut up, Seeley Booth.
There is no one better than you.
(sniffs)
But I'll act like there is if you want me to.
This isn't easy for me.
Easier than it is for me,
because you chose it
and I didn't.
Look, I'm still gonna be here until we, you know,
catch whoever did this. Oh, don't tell me that,
or I might make sure this bastard gets away.
So, what do you need from me?
Ah, a little Justice Department muscle
when we go talk to Dunlop.
(sighs)
All of his computer equipment is useless.
The drives are gone, the memory chips are fried.
Whoever went through Holt's stuff took everything
and left us with nothing.
It's hard to believe a computer hacker that brilliant
would allow his work to be stolen that easily.
Yeah, and I've been through everything.
The solid state chips
on his microwave and TV,
the clocks...
DAISY: Oh, my God. Strange Brew?
I love this movie.
Daisy. What are you doing here?
I came to say "Au revoir."
Not good-bye. Oh, Daisy...
You dear, sweet, wonderful woman.
It's not that big a deal. I was, I was close by, so...
You found it. Well, I'm sure you can get
a copy on eBay. No, no. The tape.
He must have put the data on the tape,
because no one would look here.
I think this is it, I think I got it.
DAISY: Why are you guys still working?
I thought you were done. Yeah.
We, uh, we will be soon,
but this might be Pelant's work.
Oh. EDISON: Daisy,
if you're not busy, we could use an extra pair of eyes.
Coming.
CAROLINE: Mr. Dunlop, we suspect your firm
handled Pelant's account, worth $4.6 billion.
$4.6 billion?
I think I'd know if I managed an account
with that amount. BOOTH: Right.
Owen Ellickson said there were servers
he wasn't even allowed to access,
you know, even though he was the senior security officer.
Mr. Ellickson was bitter
after being fired. You can't trust him.
There is no $4.6 billion account.
Now, I'm a very busy man, so... AUBREY: Nope.
Nope, not yet. This guy's driving me crazy,
parsing his words like my father.
If you have daddy issues, Agent Aubrey,
perhaps a visit to a shrink
is going to be more advantageous
than talking to me.
My father is Philip Aubrey. Maybe you've heard of him.
He stole billions from his clients,
so I know how this works.
So you say that you don't have an account worth 4.6,
because today the value might be
4.63 or 4.8.
So, in your twisted little mind, you've told the truth.
And if the account's in the name of some holding company,
then you can honestly report
that you don't have anything that belongs
to Christopher Pelant and Associates.
Now, you should know that I actually helped
bring down my own father, Mr. Dunlop.
So bringing you down will be a piece of cake.
And as my friends here
can attest, I love cake.
This is harassment, Ms. Julian.
My attorneys will be talking to you. Oh, no, Cher.
You haven't seen harassment yet.
You see, we have a dead man
and need a suspect.
And all the evidence points to you.
Circumstantial at best
but enough for us to get an arrest warrant.
AUBREY: And since you seem to hide money
for drug lords and dictators,
I can't imagine what they'd do to you
if we hauled you in on a murder charge.
It's gone.
Two days ago, when you found
the body, the account disappeared. Every penny.
It just vanished.
I swear.
You can look on the server.
MONTENEGRO: Well, I was right. The information was encrypted
and stored on Strange Brew, which is aptly named.
Will you be able to decrypt it before you leave?
Well, the whole tape would take months,
but I've set up an algorithm that sifts for anyone
Booth suspects.
I'm just trying to get enough info on it
so we can solve this before we leave.
Me, too.
What do you mean?
This will be our last case, too, Angela.
Booth and mine.
It's fitting that it's related to Pelant.
Whoa, whoa.
Wait a minute. You're quitting?
Well, I'll always be a forensic anthropologist,
but Booth and I...
after all that we've been through lately,
and with the baby coming,
we, like you, need a change.
SAROYAN: Seriously?
You want to leave, too?
I prefer to describe it
as entering a phase of discovery,
of embracing the unknown.
Which, as you know,
is where all the greatest
scientific advancements come from.
Which will not be taking place here,
which is "leaving."
Right.
Yes.
(computer chiming)
MONTENEGRO: Oh...
Okay... Wow.
So there were e-mails
between Franklin Holt and Owen Ellickson.
They were working together.
I'll let Booth know.
Dr. Brennan,
when were you planning on telling me?
I... wasn't sure.
Because...
you're not merely my superior,
but you are also my friend.
The thought of hurting you...
Clearly this is not my area of expertise,
and for that I apologize
and hope that you can forgive me.
Of course. I just...
You should probably tell Booth about Ellickson.
What is happening?
Based on the blood spatter at the crime scene,
Cam thinks Holt was shot. DAISY: But there's no evidence
of trauma from a projectile anywhere on the body.
Which means it's likely that the bullet
was lodged in an area of the body
cut away to accommodate the obelisk.
No better way to obscure a bullet wound
than to cut out everything around it.
No, not everything.
There are radiating fractures
on the left scapula.
Look at the medial portion of the fractures.
Hemorrhagic staining
indicates the damage was perimortem,
mostly likely caused by hydrostatic shock
from the bullet.
He was definitely shot.
Yes, but what we still can't explain is this:
when the remains were cut to obscure the gunshot,
the killer didn't follow
the natural curve of the bones.
He could've adjusted his instrument
just a few millimeters
and then cut through tendons to the bone.
Which would've been faster and easier.
Dr. Brennan's gonna expect us to know what happened here.
If there was so much expertise required
to remove the victim's midsection,
why was it done in the worst possible way?
This pizza is covered with Cladosporium.
Ooh, one of my least favorite molds.
Well, give me a second, and you are gonna love it.
So, Cladosporium produces filaments, which if you're cool,
you call hyphae, at a constant rate.
Now, based on the amount of hyphae growth on this pizza,
tells me that it was delivered to the victim the night he was killed.
So he was murdered sometime after it was delivered.
Well, based on the length of these fellas,
I would say it was sometime between 8:00 and 10:00 p.m.
Impressive as always, Dr. Hodgins. (chuckles)
And now, if you are done, you can continue to pack.
You anxious to get rid of me?
If it were up to me, I'd never let you go.
Oh, man. That sounds good.
But Angie...
I would do anything for her.
Well, you're a good man.
And change is good, right? Right.
I mean... with you two and Dr. Brennan leaving,
I have to convince myself. "Dr. Brennan leaving"?
Oh, you didn't know?
Sorry. I... thought... I just found out.
No, that-that's impossible, Cam.
No matter what she said, she's not gonna leave.
This lab is her life.
From your lips.
Anyway, I'll find someone to help finish up.
No, I can do it.
I still have to compile the particulates
from the obelisk, so...
Take your time.
BOOTH: What was it, Ellickson, huh? You killed Holt
so all the other hackers wouldn't
tap into Pelant's money? I didn't kill him.
So, what about the e-mails between the two of you?
Who wrote those?
You can't just go into my accounts
without a warrant or a subpoena.
I know my rights. Look, you don't need a warrant
to go through a murder victim's computer.
Now we're decrypting some wire transfers.
Holt was paying you.
O-Okay. Okay. Look,
he paid me for some of the passwords for Dunlop's servers.
He was going after the money, and...
he was gonna give me a taste when he got it.
So you wanted
more than a taste. That's why you killed him.
No. Then who was it, huh?
Was Dunlop working with you? Money vanishes so Dunlop looks like the victim
and you two split it all. Not Dunlop. I'm dirt
to him. This was all Holt.
He was the only guy who could pull it off.
And he never showed you what he was doing.
He said he'd kill me if I even tried to look for the data.
Look, I was just trying to make a little extra cash.
That's all.
Pelant's money was dirty anyway.
Who was I hurting?
Oh, the judge will explain all that when you're sentenced.
Dr. Brennan is really leaving the Jeffersonian?
That's what I heard. I can't believe it.
It won't be the Jeffersonian without Dr. Brennan here.
Of course it will, Ms. Wick.
The name of this institution has nothing to do
with my employment agreement. And as for this department,
it has always been my wish to leave it in the hands of a new,
well-trained, brilliant team of forensic anthropologists.
Aw. Now let's see
if I made a mistake endowing you with those qualities.
What have you found? We've been assuming
that the cuts on the bones were either mistakes
or hesitations. But looking again,
we believe the killer had a limited range of motion.
He can only make incisions as long
as they are straight and on a vertical axis.
He's unable to rotate his wrists
as he cuts. It's the only thing that makes sense.
He has radioulnar synostosis?
Yes. A very rare condition
that can ID our killer.
Well, I believe I used the word "brilliant" to describe you,
and, as usual,
I was correct.
I'll tell Booth to subpoena
the suspect's medical records.
(clattering)
SAROYAN: Dr. Hodgins, what are you doing?
Hey. I borrowed this puppy
from the Manhattan Project exhibit.
Uh, Hodgins, please tell me you're not building a bomb.
Fear not, Angie, this is the original
calutron, handmade
by Ernest Lawrence himself. I mean, come on.
You can just feel the genius that went into this.
Huh? Isn't a calutron just an early
mass spectrometer? We already have the most cutting-edge
mass specs right here in the lab.
Okay, look, I could spin you a tale about how this separates
elemental electrons and whatnot, but the truth is,
I just... I've been wanting
to get my hands on it for years, and this is
my last chance. Well, I hope this helps because
there is no mention of radioulnar synostosis
in either Ellickson's or Dunlop's medical records.
Well, the records could've been altered.
Good. Then I'll proceed.
Now, we know that Holt ordered pizza delivery
from the same place, right?
Right. He was a shut-in, so he was probably a bit paranoid.
Yes. But he must-- excuse me--
have had trust for the pizza delivery person, right?
And what does that have to do with an irreplaceable piece
of American history? This...
is the last pizza box delivered to Holt prior to his death.
Put that in there.
Okay. Excuse me.
(grunts)
(rumbling)
Oh.
Look. It's beautiful.
HODGINS: Yeah.
So, the...
the heavier isotopes, they-they fall further
than the lighter ones. BRENNAN: I see. So the box
is made of cellulose, which is a chain
of carbon, oxygen, and hydrogen atoms. That's right.
That's right. And down here we've got barium,
antimony, and lead. SAROYAN: Gunshot residue.
That's why he didn't eat the pizza-- because he was dead.
So he was shot by the pizza delivery guy?
That's my bet.
Thanks, old friend.
I'll miss you.
(calutron hissing)
Uh, yeah, I know Holt. Uh, the name, anyway.
Let's see, every night, same thing--
extra garlic, onions, mushrooms,
uh, pepperoni on half. Toppings are not important.
They do look good, though.
Hey, is Holt okay, though?
Because we haven't sent out a pie in days.
That's because he's dead.
Last time he ordered was, uh, Tuesday,
okay? So who made the delivery?
Uh, nobody. No, the delivery was canceled.
Somebody called and said they'd pick it up. Who was it?
What did he look like? Don't know. Tuesday was crazy.
Not time to socialize, you know what I'm saying?
Booth, look, the killer could've bought
a T-shirt and a hat, posed as the delivery guy.
All right. Look, the security cameras you have here,
I'm gonna need all that footage from Tuesday night.
Uh, well, it's not the best system.
I mean, I told the owner we need to upgrade, but he...
Go.
Yes, sir.
Okay, so here comes the guy to pick up the pizza.
BRAY: Is there no other angle?
We'll never see his face.
Well, the other camera was broken.
We don't need a face.
He has radioulnar synostosis.
MONTENEGRO: Okay, so there's the pie,
which is Holt's usual order.
That's him.
DAISY: Yeah, he can't turn his wrists.
But he's too short to be Owen Ellickson.
Or Dunlop.
Oh, my God.
What? What do you see?
Well, don't ask me, ask them.
Y-You see it, don't you?
What is it?
We're looking, Dr. Brennan.
No preconceptions, just observe.
What am I missing?
Ugh, am I that bad of a teacher?
Have I wasted all of these years on you people?
Brennan, let them concentrate.
Well, now I can never leave
because no one is competent enough to replace me.
It's not a guy, it's a woman.
Yeah, small steps.
Notice the valgus angulation of her knees.
So the way she's carrying herself...
The killer is a woman.
I am an excellent teacher.
I believe this is Franklin Holt's girlfriend, Leelah.
Wait, girlfriend?
I've been through all of his e-mails,
his social media platforms,
and he's never once mentioned a girlfriend.
So she wasn't at his place looking for him.
Well, she must have taken his hard drives
and never got the data she was looking for to get the money.
AUBREY: She's gone.
Angela said that Leelah was a hacker known as Mainframe.
Accounts for all the cables and wiring.
She must have thought, uh,
she was gonna be a suspect eventually.
So she got rid of her computers
and then she took off.
Oh.
This.
Pelant.
(cell phone rings)
Yeah, hey, Angela.
She's gone, even her computers.
MONTENEGRO: Okay.
That's what we figured,
but Holt did have Leelah in his files,
just not as his girlfriend.
He tracked all of her activity,
so he was clearly suspicious of her.
Okay, look, please tell me you can find her.
So Holt used a digital trap
to track anyone that tried to steal from him.
An hour ago, Leelah used
one of her anonymous IP addresses to rent a car.
So she could be anywhere.
Well, she used a debit card at a gas station in Ashburn.
Now, I picked her up on a traffic cam,
exiting Route 70, three miles north of Hagerstown.
Okay, there's a major rail yard there.
If she gets on a train,
I can't track her. Thanks. Let's go, come on.
BOOTH: Look, Leelah must have thought, with Holt dead,
she could take his files and get the money.
Yeah, but Holt covered his tracks.
So you think she got to the money?
Angela doesn't think so, okay?
The key to all of this is on the tape,
but, you know, it could take her months to find it.
You'll be long gone by then, right?
All right, let's just bring in Leelah Strawn for now, okay?
(Aubrey sighs)
This yard goes on forever.
Talk about a needle in a haystack.
BOOTH: She'll be looking for an outbound train.
Hey. Hey.
(groans)
BOOTH: That's got to be her car.
And these tracks have the only three trains
scheduled to leave.
Car's clear.
She can't have gone far.
Anything?
I didn't see her.
Yeah, well, she's got to be around here somewhere.
(clattering) Whoa, whoa, wait.
Right there. That's her.
(metallic scraping and squeaking)
Aubrey, next track.
(train whistle blows)
Sorry I'm late.
(grunts)
(chickens clucking)
This is the last car.
She's trapped.
(groans)
(grunts)
All right, let's not be foolish, okay?
(Taser buzzes, both grunt)
(grunting)
(Taser buzzes)
(groaning)
(grunts)
You all right? Yeah.
Nice shot.
Told me to take the collar.
I took the collar.
All right, let's go.
Let's go, come on.
(groans)
(chickens clucking)
Hey. What's up, Angie?
The money.
The-the drives that Leelah took from Holt helped me
to decrypt more of the tape.
I found your money.
I found all of it.
Oh.
Wow.
Does anybody know about this yet?
I Th-- I thought you should be the first.
You're brilliant, Angie.
(chuckles)
Now get rid of it.
You can do that, right, so that nobody ever finds it?
Uh, yeah,
but... Do it.
It's not my money anymore,
Angie, and there's so much blood on it,
and as long as it's still out there,
every crazy hacker's gonna try...
It's $4 billion.
We don't need it.
We have enough, Angie.
Make it go to a hundred charities, okay?
Yeah, let them...
Let 'em find a cure for the cancer that Wendell has.
Please, Angie.
One condition.
Okay.
We don't leave the Jeffersonian.
You keep doing
what you do.
But... Paris. We agreed.
No, you agreed, because you're wonderful.
But I-I saw you with that-that crazy machine,
and... your-your life is here.
For now.
And-and I'm okay with it.
As long as I'm with you.
Are you serious?
Yeah. I mean, I have to decrypt the rest
of that... that Strange Brew tape anyway,
so it's gonna take me months.
After that, we can go to Paris for a vacation.
(laughing)
(crying)
(sniffles)
Is it true?
Hodgins and Angela have reconsidered, but...
Dr. Brennan, Booth.
She's about to have a baby, Cam.
And Booth... Yeah, I know.
(sniffles) I feel foolish. I mean, I...
(sniffles)
(crying): I know life changes.
And I should be bigger than this.
I don't... I don't know why I'm crying.
'Cause you love them.
I do.
Hey, I'm gonna miss you.
CAROLINE (voice breaking): Miss you, too.
Always suspected.
Don't worry.
Not a word of this to Dr. B. You know what?
You're making this a lot easier to leave, Aubrey.
Always been my dream-- push you out, steal your job.
That's funny.
I'll tell you what. If you never need any advice
navigating these hallways, just give me a call.
I don't want you to look foolish.
I'm gonna miss you, Booth.
Me, too.
(sighing): Oh.
God.
Hey, sweetie.
Hi. Listen.
There's something I... I thought that you should see.
This was on the tape.
If you're watching this, I'm dead,
but not gone.
There is an afterlife.
A digital afterlife that will keep me alive forever.
If you thought something as simple as death would stop me,
you've underestimated my abilities.
Freed from the limitation...
Hey, what are you, what are you doing?
Y-You don't want to...
No.
You really want to leave
with this just hanging over your head?
Yes, Angela, in our culture, we all search for closure,
but closure is an illusion.
Science shows us that the universe is
constantly in flux.
It's what allows our friendships and our love
to constantly surprise us.
Pelant is in the past.
I-I won't have him steal the new life
Booth and I are going to live.
I'm gonna miss you so much, Brennan.
Hey, listen, I thought I'd come by
and help you pack up all this stuff you got.
Oh, um, I'm done.
You're done.
One-one box, you have one box.
After all these years, you have one box of stuff.
Very true.
And I'm happy to donate all of my work to the Jeffersonian.
Okay, that's it then.
("Into the Mystic" by The Swell Season playing)
That's it.
♪ We were born before the wind ♪
♪ And we're so much younger than the sun ♪
♪ And every bonnie boat was won ♪
♪ As we sailed into the mystic ♪
♪ Hark, now hear the sailors cry ♪
♪ Feel the sea and touch the sky ♪
♪ And let your soul and your spirit fly ♪
♪ As we sail into the mystic ♪
♪ And when that foghorn whistle blows ♪
♪ I want to hear it ♪
♪ I don't have to fear it, oh, no ♪
♪ I want to rock your gypsy soul ♪
♪ We're just like way back in those days of old ♪
♪ And together we'll fall as we sail into the mystic. ♪
== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man
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