What I'm saying is, in this world there's the visceral and the ineffable.
- Nobody's totally un-effable. - Ha! Virgins are.
- But you're the opposite of un-effable. - Ineffable. It doesn't mean what you think.
- It means you can't describe it in words. - Describe what? Like sex?
You two have zero vocab skills.
You're bitter cos you're the designated driver.
What's that even mean - "degsinated"?
What the hell is that?
Male, mid-30s, attachment sites suggest he was well-muscled,
probably manual labour, not weight-training.
OK. What killed him?
The sternal ribs are subluxated at both the spine and the sternum.
Indicating that he was crushed?
Not crushed. Pinned.
Smothered, perhaps in an industrial accident.
This the guy Bones is checking out to replace Zack?
- Clark Edison, Special Agent Seeley Booth. - Hey, what's up?
Bones - that's funny. That's what all my friends called me back in college.
Yeah, I like him. You got a minute? One minute?
Oh, are you going to a crime scene? Do you need me?
I'll let you know.
- Did I get it right? - Construction worker foundation collapse.
- But I'm not impressing her. - I'm still not certain what she thinks of me.
- Why am I here? - You used to like field work.
- No car fires, no tanker trucks full of acid... - You were insistent.
- Don't tell me I'm out here for a simple... - Now I can't get you out of your lab coat.
With Zack gone, I'm needed at the Jeffersonian.
That kid seemed pretty good with the sublixicated sternicalum... thing.
- You used to correct me. - Why am I here, Booth?
Foster, get a backboard. We got one we gotta stabilise.
- Whoa... - Mm-hm.
So, it's been three months since Zack shipped off to Iraq?
- Uh-huh. - How hard could it be to replace him?
Male, Caucasian...
I'm just saying - you in the lab, me in the field...
We are not working at our full symbiotic potential.
Late teens, early 20s, completely devoid of flesh or odour.
It seems like maybe you don't wanna work with me any more.
- I work with you. - You know what I mean, Bones.
- How did this skull get here? - Ask our eyewitness. Come on.
Let's go, buddy.
- I'm not high. - Neither am I. Why is he telling me that?
The car reeked of dope. Tell her what happened.
I was driving behind a dump truck and... that came flying off the back.
- You think the skeleton is still in the truck? - No.
- Why? - It didn't come flying out, it came flying off.
- It bounced. - Oh, bouncing skull.
Perhaps you were under the influence of tetrahydrocannabinol.
- What? - Weed.
I wasn't high. I'm the designated driver. You can piss-test me if you want.
It's possible.
If the truck were travelling at a certain speed,
a wind vortex or sheer could occur capable of flinging the skull like...
What?
- What, Booth? - Bones.
Why would anyone throw a skull off an overpass?
So your husband signed his name to the marriage licence with an X.
Yeah.
So you married a guy without knowing his name.
It was Fiji. OK? I was on vacation.
I'm... I'm not being judgmental, I'm just trying to ascertain the facts.
Did you consummate the marriage?
Full moon, tropics... Yeah, there was definite consummation activity.
- We already looked into annulment. - It requires consent from both parties.
Which is why we need a private investigator - to find the "husband" so we can get married.
I'll need any description you can provide of your husband - details, dates, photographs,
uh... who else was there.
Tall. Yes.
Muscular.
Black. That's all I've got.
You know what? I think his name had a B in it.
Actually, it could've been a K. You know what? I could make you a sketch.
Well?
Scoring patterns on the forehead, cheekbones, around the nose.
- I meant Clark Edison. - Who's Clark Edison?
The brilliant forensic anthropologist who'd bite off his own arm to be your assistant.
I haven't decided yet. Is that a problem?
- No. I want you to be certain of your choice. - Thank you.
It's just that you've turned down 17 applicants already.
It's a rarefied discipline. There aren't many more candidates.
I'll cover the lab work until I find the right person.
This is good. The first time you've called in weeks.
- There's scoring on the skull. - Scoring?
- Yes. Scrapes. - Yeah, I know what "scoring" means.
The scraping is uniform in spacing, but not in depth, which suggests an ungual pattern.
- What's an "uncle" pattern? - No, ungual. G... Ungual.
How do I say this in a way that makes sense to Booth?
- Something chewed on the skull. - Oh. Like a bear or a dog.
Human, Booth. Dr Brennan is saying human.
In the vernacular, our victim's face was chewed off by a cannibal.
OK.
The accident was called in by a trucker who saw it in his rear-view mirror.
- The driver of the reefermobile... - "Reefermobile"?
...identified said truck from which the skull rebounded
before said skull lodged in his windshield.
The truck dumped its contents at a municipal landfill near Salisbury.
We need a warrant to shut down the landfill and comb it for body parts.
You think a cannibal is tossing body parts off of overpasses into passing dump trucks?
Well, we only got a head, so the rest has got to be somewhere.
OK.
- What am I looking at? - It's an osteoma.
A bone spur that grows from the skull into the sinus cavity.
Clark found it. I gave him the x-rays to analyse.
An osteoma that size can cause headaches, infected sinuses, maybe worse.
Osteomas are every bit as distinctive as fingerprints or retinas.
We'll check with local ear, nose and throat surgeons, see if he sought help.
- Nice job. - Thank you.
The FBI forensics team just delivered, like, a million bone chips.
- From the landfill? - And Booth says there's more to come.
- You are not gonna hire that one either. - I haven't made up my mind yet.
It just prolongs this lame excuse for you not to go out into the field with Booth.
Why would I do that?
Because, when Hodgins and I ran away from our wedding,
we left you and Booth standing at the altar.
And that iconic image totally freaked you out.
No, it didn't.
Sweetie, this is not where you try to keep a secret and I ferret out the truth.
This is where I tell you something that's true so you can catch up to your own reality.
Ange, I have no idea what you're talking about.
Which actually proves my point.
I love you to pieces, sweetie. I know you love me back. We'll talk again when you catch up.
Well, most of these are animal remains.
Some are crockery and plastic.
- We got anything human? - I'll have to go through it and see.
- I could do that, Dr Brennan. - Yeah. Clark could do that.
There's too many. This could take days, even with the two of us.
Oh, come on. Is that true?
Huh?
You're kind of putting me in an awkward position there.
Zack would've told me.
How hard can it be to replace one weirdo squint?
- I'd hire Clark, but it's not my call. - It is. Bones has had enough time. Hire him.
Usually when you get all blustery, it's cos you think something's your fault.
Yeah, well, I did arrest her father for murder.
She could be having trouble with that.
Yeah. Exposing a parent to the death penalty can chill a partnership.
I asked Bones if that was a problem. She said no.
I gotta wonder if, deep down, anybody's that rational.
You're not reassuring me, Camille.
If you want reassurance, find someone who's not such a good friend.
Booth.
Yeah, OK. On my way. We got an identity.
This is the skull in the windshield. These are x-rays from an ear, nose and throat specialist.
OK. Are we sure this is Gavin Nichols?
The osteoma's a perfect match.
Prodigy violinist disappears. A month later his skull bounces off a garbage truck?
Obviously we're looking for someone who really hates classical music.
Look - final performance was at the Library of Congress.
Didn't show up to meet his girlfriend for drinks at the Hay-Adams.
- Nobody ever saw him again. - And a violin worth $3 million.
A 22-year-old willowy kid walking around with three-million bucks under his arm?
- I'm telling you, easy pickings. - A cannibalistic violin thief who eats faces?
It's a stretch.
But... see how this is?
Us working together?
Very symbiotic.
You said that already. What is it? The word of the day?
I'd, uh... like you to be there when I question the girlfriend.
Can't. I found microscopic grit on the skull.
That's Hodgins' territory.
Hodgins works for me. That makes it my territory.
Take Angela to do that thing where she looks at photos and reads minds.
Actually, what she does is read minute facial indica...
Joke, Dr Brennan.
How did you meet Gavin Nichols, Miss Trattner?
I'm a cellist with the National Symphony. He guested as first violinist three years ago.
Check out the photo of them kissing, huh? Mega tongue action.
How long did you know him this way?
- Within a couple of weeks of meeting. - He was barely shaving then.
Why is she playing squeeze-and-squish with a 19 year old?
- Squeeze-and-squish? - I beg your pardon?
- With a 19 year old. - Gavin pursued me.
His... taste ran to older women.
Miss Trattner, do you think Gavin was killed for his violin?
No. No one does.
You can't sell it anywhere.
And we'd know by now if they were trying to ransom it.
Can you think of anyone who'd want him dead?
- Every violinist in the world. - Why?
No one had seen left-hand technique like Gavin's since Franz von Biber.
His little finger was insured for $10 million.
Great. Thank you, Miss Trattner. Thank you for your cooperation. You can leave now.
- Wait a minute, Booth. - Oh, uh... One moment.
Check out her face in the quartet photo.
Just one more question. I'm sorry.
What's going on here?
It was impossible not to watch him when he played.
- You don't look impressed. You look sad. - Like she lost something.
- Like you've lost him. - Because she knew he was gonna die.
- Like there was someone else. - There was?
There was someone else in his life - someone I need to know about.
Brilliant. You are brilliant. OK, this time...
- Shh! - What?
I'm sorry. Nothing. Just, quietly, who was it, Amelia?
Ask her.
- Rona Sumner? - Who's Rona Sumner?
Wife of Leo Sumner.
Deputy Director of the Secret Service.
The particles we found in the skull are pink syenite. It's the Cadillac of granites.
- How did it get on the skull? - I don't know.
But pink syenite is relatively rare.
- How did it get there? - I don't know.
First I thought it was a Brazilian stone, sienite balma,
but trace amounts of magnetite and this - this is crucial - chalcocite
led me to the Omineca Tectonic Belt in British Columbia, Canada, and voilà.
There's no indication that he was struck, so how did it get there?
I don't know, but not a lot of pink syenite from British Columbia has been shipped to DC.
None at all in the last 100 years.
Perhaps the skull was dropped on a stone floor?
I don't know. But I discovered half a dozen sources.
A bridge, some garden walls on private estates, and one bank building.
- Send the details to Booth. - Yeah.
Hodgins...
The reason I'm not in the field with Booth is that I haven't found a replacement for Zack.
There is no replacement for Zack.
He's good with bones, excellent at math,
he's brilliant at making contraptions.
And when our experiments blew up, it was easy to pin the blame on him.
In my book, all that makes Zack irreplaceable.
Exactly. Which is why I'm stuck in the lab, not some other reason.
The only thing you can do is forget about replacing Zack
and find someone who can just... just help out around here.
Yes, I was intimately involved with Gavin Nichols.
And, Mr Sumner, I have to ask, were you aware of your wife's infidelity?
What you really want to ask, Agent Booth, is if I killed the boy for bedding my wife.
I have a far more interesting question.
Why didn't you come armed with the biggest, baddest lawyer in town?
- I'm more interested in the killing. - I did not murder Rona's fiddle player.
Leo and I have no secrets from each other.
You'd like for us to believe that, because your husband knew about this dalliance,
there's no motive for jealousy and murder.
Gavin wasn't my only - I'll use your word - dalliance.
- And Mr Sumner knew all about them? - Like Rona said, no secrets.
Would you like names to see if Leo murdered them as well?
- That'd be peachy. - Just tell us about Gavin Nichols.
Every salacious detail?
- The highlights, honey. - I get it.
That's the part you like, huh? The play-by-play.
I'm heavily involved in arts patronage.
After I put together the funding to get Gavin his violin, we slept together.
We met perhaps once or twice a month after that,
a total of 11 times.
When was the last time you saw him?
The night he disappeared, at the Library of Congress.
Agent Booth meant sexually.
The night he disappeared, at the Library of Congress.
Nope. Not buying it. Sorry. I don't feel them, see?
What Agent Booth means is,
unless you can prove that Mr Sumner knew about your affair with Gavin Nichols,
this could all have been a story you cooked up after killing him.
We thought you might want proof.
Ah. OK. So, the kid and the cougar, bumping the uglies.
He doesn’t just enjoy hearing about her sex life, he gets off on watching.
Which explains why he didn't bring a lawyer.
They didn't murder the kid.
- Where's Bones? - You arrested Leo Sumner for voyeurism?
- Yeah. She in her office? - That is awesome.
And really stupid. I love a self-destructive man with values.
- Where's Bones? - Right behind you.
Listen, Charlie checked the places with that red rock.
Pink syenite.
Only one place uses the pink rock in its foundation -
a deserted bank on the Anacostia River.
- Bingo, baby. - Why "Bingo, baby"?
I checked into the ownership of the place.
- Why "Bingo, baby"? - Shell companies owning defective titles...
I don't get the significance.
- It's deserted, isolated. It's a fortress. - Serial-killer heaven.
Look, I want you to come with me.
I've got work to do here.
Dr Brennan, if this building was used for some sort of ritual cannibalistic killing -
as indicated by a skull which has been gnawed upon -
a trained anthropologist's eye could be crucial to the case.
Rationally speaking.
The bank's been closed for years. Doors locked. Never a light. Nothing.
- Squatters? - They made 'em sturdy back then. Look.
It is clean. No dust, nothing.
DC Building Conservancy is fighting to keep the place a historical site.
Maybe if you told me what you were looking for...
Bloodstains, butcher instruments...
Any place where human remains would have come in contact with granite.
- Nothing like that up here. - Up here?
Up here?
Old vault, cut right into the foundation of the place.
Hermetically sealed, insectproof, constant humidity...
- It's ideal. - Yeah, but we gotta get inside.
You want me to kick down the door?
When I put your old man in jail, you said you understood.
Don't start again, Booth. We'll be together as soon as I replace Zack.
How's that going, by the way?
- We're in. - They cracked it.
All right. You got it?
A little bit more. OK.
- Maybe you're mad at me subconsciously. - What? I don't believe in that.
Something has changed between us. At least admit that so we could figure it out.
I would, yes, if I actually believed anything had changed.
Get down!
Why are your eyes closed?
I thought we were gonna get blown up.
It's just a transmitter.
Now whoever owns this place knows we're here. Come on.
I'm curious.
In an explosion, how would shutting your eyes help?
Huh?
It just does, OK, Bones? It just does.
Now be careful. We don't know what else is in here.
There's a phrase in Ancient Greek burned into the back of the vault door.
- What's it say? - I don't know. It's in Ancient Greek.
Dead languages, Egyptian art,
Pythagorean mathematics, Hebrew scriptures,
Gnosticism, cabbala,
alchemy, druidism, astrology...
Angela can tell us for sure, but I think these artefacts are museum quality.
Whoa. Bingo, baby.
I found Gavin Nichols' violin.
Bones.
What, Booth?
What did you find?
I... I don't know.
What is it? Silver?
Not all these bones are silver.
It's possible we just found more of Gavin Nichols.
That's Gavin's violin. What else you got?
This altar is made of the same pink syenite we found embedded in Gavin Nichols' skull.
- Where's the rest of him? - Probably tossed into dump trucks.
All of the bones found here show teeth marks.
Somebody kidnapped a fiddler and served him for dinner
in an old bank vault stuffed with museum pieces?
I think this is high medieval - Spanish, possibly Calabrian in origin.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
12th-century Calabrian?
You know what that means?
The Order of Alcántara?
You have no idea of the reach of the Illuminati.
Tell you what else. This old bank is an original vortex point on the triangular grid
designed by the infamous architect of DC, Pierre Charles L'Enfant.
- The way the skeleton's displayed suggests... - OK. We get it.
This is the lair of a cannibalistic secret society.
You don't want my answers? Don't ask me the questions.
Someone is replacing the silver bones in this sculpture with human bones.
No way this manubrium and sternum came from the same person.
- We got a multiple murder? - Is she pleased?
You could go your whole career without something this juicy. Who had access?
- The Building Conservancy. - Run them for priors.
Childhood cat-skinning, all that.
I'd like permission to move the contents of this room to the Jeffersonian.
- It's a vault. - There's room in the basement.
I think this may be one of those "bring the mountain to Mohammed" situations.
You were married by John Kakala,
who was the headman of a hamlet called Nakavala on the island of Vatulolo,
during a feast in honour of the shark god Dakuwaqa.
- It doesn't sound wrong. - Can't this man tell you who Angela married?
He's dead. The town was wiped out by a tsunami, the island is deserted
and no one wants to talk because the whole place is haunted and cursed.
Of course it is.
Do you happen to remember any Australians?
OK.
Look, they have this local drink called kava that is really...
Anyway, when it comes to memory, no, not so much.
Which is probably why, when I tried to sketch him...
I only came up with this.
Handsome. Why Australians?
Well, around the date of the marriage licence,
there was a tramp steamer out of Adelaide - the Innocent City-
that may or may not have been docked in Vatulolo.
Let's track that steamer down.
- It's gonna cost. - Not an issue.
Thanks.
- You having second thoughts? - Are you kidding?
Hey. This is great.
Like we're on some epic adventure.
Adventure?
These are the bones we found on the altar.
- Can you confirm any are Gavin Nichols'? - To be positive, we'd have to check DNA.
All right. Let's get that going.
Bones, you see what's going on here, right?
- What do you mean? - You're getting them all to help you now.
- The vault is filled with priceless artefacts. - Probably stolen from other victims.
It'll take months to sift through it.
No, you're enabling somebody with a mental problem.
- Zack. - No, you! You, Bones.
You're the one with the mental problem.
Oh, it's Zack!
Oh-ho-ho!
- What are you doing here? - Can I move back in above your garage?
Are you kidding? Of course! Come here.
- Welcome home, Zack. - Did you get wounded or something?
No. They just sent me home.
When can you start work?
Nice meeting you, bub.
If you didn't fill my job, who's that guy?
Nobody.
- Man! You look like crap. - Iraq's not a vacation.
I think you look very rakish. Are you starving?
What I'd like is to get into whatever you were talking about
before Dr Brennan's mental problem.
It's hard to concentrate when you're all staring at me.
- They're happy to see you. - Depth of scoring suggests it was cooked.
So the victim was dead when his face was eaten,
which is good, I guess, given the alternative.
I'm seeing an interesting pattern in the scoring.
- From the windshield? - It appears so.
But if you unfocus your eyes and allow patterns to arise from what looks like chaos...
- Here, here, here. - I didn't notice that.
This is different from both the gnawing marks and the damage caused by the windshield.
- What is that? - I don't know.
- You ran it through the x-ray diffractometer? - And x-ray microfluorescence.
No trace evidence of anything left in the bone by whatever etched that groove.
That's our answer, then.
But the answer was nothing.
So our cannibal has a diamond tooth?
Not the entire tooth. A diamond inset, left lateral incisor.
It left a distinct mark on the skull.
So, if someone in the Building Conservancy or cleaning crew has a diamond in his tooth,
that's our guy. You got him.
I'd like to be in on it when you interrogate him.
- What? - You would?
Why are you surprised?
Are you serious?
I've been trying to get you out of the lab since Zack left.
- Well, Zack's back, so here I am. - That simple?
Why? Did Angela say something to you?
No. Angela? Why? What?
I told you this isn't about psychology.
Fine, fine.
Hey, you know what I say? Welcome home, Zack!
No, it's not just because you have a diamond tooth.
You don't know why you're here, Jason?
- That part should be your responsibility. - Think about it.
You're a smart boy. You went to a private school.
Six of them. Got kicked out of every one.
Yeah, for attacking people in their sleep.
I got counselling. I'm cured.
You did your little community service mopping floors for the historical-site people.
- How did you get in the vault? - At the old bank?
He's not the type to sit beside a vault all night listening to tumblers through a stethoscope.
He probably found the combination somewhere.
Nobody can get in the vault. It's what you call "impregnable".
Not true.
This is the transmitter we found in the vault.
Normal guy comes across a treasure in a vault, starts selling it off.
You went a whole different way.
Could you bite this, please?
- No. - Dr Brennan was only being polite.
We have a warrant for that too, Jason. So either you bite, or I'll make you.
- What do you need it for? - The diamond left a mark on the skull.
Yeah, the skull that you gnawed on.
It's not like chicken or pork, you know.
People always say that.
It's more like beef.
The face is a little sweeter,
more tender.
The younger the person, the better.
Except for babies.
Babies taste kind of like fish.
- Have you been to bed yet? - Iraq is from a different time zone.
I can't seem to sleep right now.
Fibula and tibia of the right leg are from the same person.
Left femur from a different person.
Three phalanges and one metacarpal - essentially a little finger -
are from yet another person, probably the violinist.
- How can you tell? - Pressure indicator shows years of practice.
Manubrium and gladiolus originate from two additional separate people.
And this floating rib - an anatomically superfluous rib, by the way -
is from yet another human being.
- Ten bones from six separate victims. - Yes.
Obviously Jason Harkness was collecting parts from different people to create... What?
I don't know.
There's potential for a lot of victims.
- But we caught him. - Yes. We did, Zack.
Dr Brennan says that catching the bad guy is only part of it.
The rest is knowing absolutely everything about the evidence.
- Why did they send you back from Iraq? - I failed to assimilate.
Despite my accomplishments, I was detrimental to a military team approach.
You're very good for our team approach.
The army psychiatrist questioned why the Jeffersonian is the only place I can fit in.
All due respect to the army psychiatrist,
but that's a hell of a lot more than some people get.
Go home, Zackaroni. Get some rest.
Do you recognise any of these men?
- How is this any better than Angela's sketch? - That's him.
I mean, he fits the general silhouette.
You forgot to mention that he was a giant.
This may be the crew of Innocent City, scuttled six months after you were married.
His hands are like snow shovels.
The man you're pointing to is known as Berimbau to his crew mates.
That's it. His name is Berimbau.
Berimbau is obviously a nickname. It's a Brazilian flute.
- Did he speak Portuguese, by any chance? - Yeah, he most definitely had an accent.
I mean, look at this man!
How hard can it be to find a guy like that? Probably see him from the space shuttle.
Did Berimbau die when his ship sank?
Oh, that'd be great.
No! No, what I mean is we can have him declared dead.
- He didn't die. - Too bad.
Last time I found him, he was on a Liberian oil tanker bound for Tierra del Fuego.
Oh. OK. That narrows it down.
He's a sailor, he's maybe Brazilian and he's named after a flute.
You know what else narrows it down? He's a Titan - half man, half god.
I can see why you...
- I mean, I totally... I get it. - Hodgins, stop it.
Do I keep looking? Because if you just wait three years, you can declare him dead.
Do you want to wait three years?
Do you?.
Definitely...
absolutely not.
- Me either. - OK.
Keep searching, Mr Doyley.
Zack! Zack!
- What did he say? - He had to show us something immediately.
- Show us what? - He didn't say. That's why we're here.
Look out. Zack! Zack!
Zack!
- Hi. Why are you listening to my chest? - I thought you were dead.
- Why? - You're lying on a table for dead people.
- I got tired. - New rules, OK?
Sleeping is for couches and beds - stuff like that.
Oh... my... God.
- What? - I thought you'd wanna know.
- You compared depth and dimension? - Yes. Three times.
And there's no way that it was a case of pre- and post-diamond inset?
What? What? What?
The newest bones - the phalanges and the skull -
bear only the gnaw marks of Jason Harkness.
One bone - the femur - was gnawed upon by Jason and a second person.
See the distinct second pattern?
- So Jason invited a guest over for dinner? - I don't know how to answer that.
- No. Jason was the one invited. - How do you know?
The oldest bones were gnawed on by another person with no diamond in his incisor.
Another person? Not Jason?
There's someone else out there, probably someone older, who pulled Jason into this.
Good work, Zack.
See why he should never have left?
- Great. Thanks. - Show them your badge again.
No. They don't see why we have to see Jason in the middle of the night.
The shift changes in two hours.
Hell, they could make us wait till morning.
No.
- You weren't upset because Zack was gone. - Yes, I was.
OK, yeah. But you were more upset that I didn't stop him from going in the first place.
I could've said to him, "Iraq is no place for a guy like you."
And he'd never have left. You could've stopped him.
Why didn't you do that?
Whatever his weirdness, or whatever you wanna call it...
- I call it genius. - You know, he's a man.
He's a strange man, but he's a man who wanted to serve a larger purpose.
- This is some alpha-male rite of passage? - No.
- You mean go to war? - Wrong. No.
Zack needed to leave the nest
the way you did when you wanted to leave the lab and see the world for the first time.
And I helped you do that. How could I stop Zack doing the same thing in his own way?
Agent Booth.
- We came to wake him, this is what we found. - Oh, my God.
We're going to full lockdown.
Booth says you need me.
I noticed that Jason Harkness arranged his suicide.
If it was a suicide, someone got him a dagger.
His body is arranged in the same position as the silver skeleton.
So, Hodgins, you think that's a coincidence?
So suddenly you think my insane conspiracy ravings are legitimate?
- No. - Yes.
But obviously there are other insane people out there who have the same ravings
and we need your insight.
All right.
All right. Both the body and the silver skeleton
are in the attitude of what Ancient Greeks called "pharmakos".
It means "scapegoat" or "sacrifice".
So he's being pulled into the sky against his will?
You mean... aliens?
One definite possibility, yes.
Also, the rapture. As I tried to tell you before,
most secret societies have this figure in their origins.
For Freemasons, it's known as the Widow's Son.
Interesting.
Gavin Nichols lost his father when he was 12.
A widow's son.
So Jason Harkness killed himself to keep his secret society secret.
Or was sacrificed. Hey, all the signs point to it.
The evidence so far indicates only one other murderer.
This vault's full of evidence. Who knows where it'll take us?
Deeper than you can imagine. Probably get us all killed.
Thanks, man.
No, no, Hodgins. Really.
Thanks, man.
Yeah, man.
Be safe.
They translated the motto on the back of the vault door:
"Will no one help the Widow's Son?"
- This killer's part of something big. - Your coffee.
Gavin's violin was in there. I bet there are belongings from other victims.
- We have to catalogue every item. - Hot coffee.
After we do a microscopic examination of each human bone in the skeleton,
we'll take samples and do an in-depth osteological breakdown.
- We really have a lot to do. - Yeah, starting with coffee.
An isotope profile will allow us to narrow down possible geographical...
Hey! It's hot.
You could've burned yourself, Bones.
Thank you.
Listen, this whole serial killer, it's not gonna be our usual case.
- Why? - Why? Because it's big and he's bad.
- I don't see what difference that makes. - You have to slow down, take a breath.
You have to realise this is not a sprint. It's gonna be a marathon.
"Marathon", Bones, coming from the Greek meaning really, really, really long run.
That's not how the word "marathon" originated.
Look, there's something else I gotta know, and it's important.
- Are we solid? - You and me? Yeah.
No, not just you and me. The squints too.
Zack is back. Angela and Hodgins have their head back in the game. Cam, she's locked in.
- Why are you asking me this? - Because...
You and me, we're the centre.
And the centre must hold.
Right. So, are we gonna hold?
Yeah.
We'll hold.
We're the centre.
The centre.
- What? - I thought you'd kiss my hand again.
I did not kiss your hand. You put it over my coffee cup.
- Felt like you kissed it. - No.
- Felt like it. - No.
What's that mean?
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