As far back as 1938 the director of the FBI, J Edgar Hoover,
wrote to the then curator of the Jeffersonian Institution, Professor DanieI Payne,
to aid in the evaluation of specimens who were thought to be irrefutably human.
This was the result.
Despite this disagreement, the FBI and the Jeffersonian
have forged a mutually beneficiaI if somewhat tense relationship
which survives to this day.
Thank you.
Thank you, Dr Brennan. Are there any questions? Yes?
- How much have you made from your book? - I don't really know. I have an agent...
That's not the kind of question we're looking for from an anthropology student. Yes?
Did you get your agent before you wrote the book?
People, Dr Brennan is an accomplished forensic anthropologist
who writes books on the side.
I have a question regarding the FBI's role in your book.
Who do you base brilliant and insightfuI SpeciaI Agent Andy Lister on?
Oh, for God's sake.
- I'm pretty sure it was me. - What are you doing here, Booth?
LocaI police got an anonymous call saying there were human remains
in a field behind a mall out in the suburbs.
I did a profile of the suburb as a grad student. The whole notion of a created community,
a modern utopia with its own mores and rules is fascinating.
Fascinating to who?
- To whom. - Whom. You gotta be kidding.
- What? My publishers gave it to me. - Gave it to you?
Book sales are pretty good. It's supposed to be a nice car.
- Gave it to you? Why did you park crooked? - Well, the guy said to always park it like that.
- He's wrong. Makes you look like an idiot. - How about I drive?
- I cannot show up at a crime scene in that. - Why?
Because it would detract from the gravity of my FBI presence,
especially if you parked crooked.
Why is the FBI involved in the search for human remains behind a suburban mall?
Because this boy is missing.
Oh.
- A child. - Yeah.
Anonymous call came in a couple hours ago.
- No sign of him yet. - How do you know it wasn't a prank?
Y ou have to come right away. There's, like, a dead kid here all rotted away.
He's in the field behind Clayton Hills Mall. Y ou better come!
- That rings true. - Why anonymous?
Kids come here to party, misbehave.
Adolescents and preadolescents tend to seek their own space,
to establish their own society, to counter parentaI influence.
- You mind if I make an observation? - No, of course not.
In your book the cops come off as very one-dimensionaI. Why is that?
- You mean two-dimensionaI. - One-dimensionality exists only in theory.
OK.
- Really looking forward to your next book. - Did you bring the thermaI imager?
I don't think we need it. It makes me look like the Great Gazoo.
I don't know what that means but we definitely need it, Zack.
How's it going there, Darth? See anything on Saturn?
Oh, please tell me you've seen one Star Wars movie.
- When I was seven. And leave Zack alone. - Can we please hurry up? It's stuffy in here.
I should be able to see any heat residue released from decomposing bodies.
- Party centraI. - Because suburbs are so homogeneous,
adolescents tend to rebeI in predictable and uniform ways.
Fire, illicit substances, wayward behaviour.
Do you think that would include abducting a six-year-old?
It's extreme. Adolescents are more likely to drink alcohoI
and listen to culturally inappropriate music at high volume.
I'm picking something up.
- Oh, my God. - What?
Why'd you stop?
You can turn on your flashlight,
aim it over here.
Before proceeding with maceration, any generaI observations? Zack?
EpiphyseaI fusion puts the age at approximately 6 to 10 years,
- though the stature suggests younger. - Good. I concur. Cause of death?
Blunt trauma to the chest.
Are you all right?
He's so small. That's all.
Go on with your work. I'm OK.
The remains were significantly degraded by animaI activity, mostly dog and rodent.
Despite the condition of the body he's been dead only 36 to 48 hours.
These were found a few yards from the body.
In perfect condition. What does that tell you?
- He wasn't wearing them when he was killed. - Which suggests he was sexually assaulted.
I'm done.
I think we have a match.
The clothing matches.
It's Charles Gregory Sanders.
On behalf of the FBI, we're extremely sorry for the loss of your son.
I have a few questions. I mean, only if you're up to it.
You have two other sons?
Foster sons. Though I try not to make the distinction.
Shawn and David Cook. They are brothers. I live right next door.
Charlie was your own?
Yes.
- Charlie was mine. - What about Mr Sanders?
We divorced shortly before Charlie was even born.
- He works overseas. - He doesn't even send child support.
You mind if I ask how you afford this nice neighbourhood?
Mm.
Child Services wouldn't allow a single mother to foster if she worked.
I live off the proceeds of a generous trust fund my parents set up long ago.
On the day that Charlie disappeared, all three boys went to the park?
It's a very safe neighbourhood. They walk farther to schooI.
We all keep an eye out for each other around here.
People are good neighbours, take an interest.
- Mom? - In here, Skyler. This is my son, Skyler.
Dad told me to bring them back. We gotta go on ajob.
- There's nothing to do here. - Our video game's broke.
Shawn, David, this is Agent Booth. He's gonna find out what happened to Charlie.
- How are you gonna figure it out? - Oh, I'm in the FBI. We always figure it out.
Boys, if it's all right with your mother, maybe I could help you out with your video game.
These are invitations to a banquet.
You called a meeting to invite us to a party?
Don't think of it as an invitation. Consider it a summons. It's for donors.
Meet and greet, press the flesh, butt-kiss.
I don't like it any more than you do. These people fund our research
and all they want in return is to rub elbows with a scientist once in a while.
- Can't make it. - Yeah, me neither.
- I have a date that night. - You don't even know when it is.
- Yes, Mr Addy. - What kind of food will there be?
When I said, "Think of this as a summons," I understated. It's a subpoena.
A grand jury subpoena. Ignore it at your own periI.
- You're not gonna fire us if we don't go. - No, not fire you.
But I can move your parking spot to lot M. Enjoy the shuttle ride.
- The shuttle smells like feet. - I know when I'm beat. I'm in.
- What the hell? It's a party. - Do I have to wear a tie?
FormaI wear. I've arranged for a limo to pick us up.
Not me. I'm not afraid of parking or feet.
You drive me to work. Don'tjust think of yourself.
Repercussions and consequences, Dr Hodgins. I'm your boss.
And you will go to this banquet.
- Do you know what you're doing? - Yeah. I can fix anything. CooI.
You guys, uh... you have girlfriends?
- I do. - Her name's Leila.
- Leila. Leila. - I thought you were gonna ask about Charlie.
Yeah, so which one of you puny mortals wants to challenge me first?
Oh, me!
- You about to clean the bones? - Yes. I'm warming up the boiler now.
Something wrong?
These are the smallest remains I've ever worked on.
That's a valid observation, Zack, but it's not helpfuI to the investigation.
Sorry, Dr Brennan.
I was at Waco. Branch Davidian compound.
I helped identify children who had been killed in the fire.
17 of them.
So you're saying I'll get used to it?
No. I'm saying you'll never get used to it. We're primates, sociaI creatures.
It's coded into our DNA to protect our young, even from each other.
So I'm always going to feeI terrible?
What helps me is to pull back emotionally.
Just put your heart in a box.
I am not good with metaphor, Dr Brennan.
- Focus on the details. - Details, yeah. I can do that.
No trauma to the skull.
No compound fractures. Charlie was not beaten to death or dismembered.
It helps not to refer to the victim by name.
Greenstick fractures on ribs four, five, six and seven,
and the sternum is snapped transversely from the tip to the xiphoid.
What does that indicate?
The victim's chest was struck by a heavy, blunt object.
Are you certain we've learned everything we can from the body at this stage?
I've been over everything at least three times.
Smell the mouth.
Anything behind the typicaI smells of decomposition?
Some kind of chemicaI? Something used to render the boy unconscious.
Take samples from the mouth, jaw, sinuses, and what's left of the oesophagus.
Kids make it harder, Zack.
- All right, you beat me bad. - No wonder you don't have a girlfriend.
- David! - It's OK, Mrs Sanders. It's all right.
- No, I do have a girlfriend. - Is she pretty?
Nah. She's butt ugly.
Got a glass eye, snaggly back teeth.
So, was Leila with you the day that Charlie disappeared?
Uh, yeah, actually. We stopped and played some video games at the arcade.
- Before you and Charlie went to the park. - You didn't go to the mall that day, David.
Shawn?
- Don't ask Shawn, Mom. - You met Leila at the mall, didn't you?
You left Charlie with Shawn at the park.
Just for a few minutes and then they came back to the mall.
- David! - Shawn let go of his hand for a second.
Charlie was gone like that.
And then we came straight home.
Charlie wasn't taken from the park, he was snatched from the mall.
We've been looking in the wrong place.
Come on, son. Let's go.
What's with the rubber band?
MethyI oxide vapour will bind to whatever Charlie breathed in before he was killed.
- Ouch! - It's an anger management technique, right?
The key there is management, which is what I'm doing. Managing my anger.
There'll be a colour change. Red for chalcogens and blue for halogens.
I get that you're a little off kilter.
Mad at the government, conspiracy of dunces, all that.
Furious you've had to mount a boy's jawbone inside a box to find out what killed him.
What I don't get is why going to a banquet makes you angry.
Halogens it is. I'm gonna scrape off the particles
and see if the mass spectrometer can identify what type of halogen.
Anger is only fear turned inwards.
There are 20 surveillance cameras taking stills every two seconds throughout the mall.
I concentrated on the ones aimed at the public concourse.
10,000 people a day go through that mall. How will we find one kid?
Angela designed a mass recognition program to apply body types to skeletaI remains.
Endomorph, ectomorph, that sort of thing.
I modified it to scan two-dimensionaI images.
We're looking for body masses roughly congruent with Charlie, Shawn and David.
- There's David. - You're actually one of them, aren't you?
- One of who? - A squint. I mean, you look normaI
and you act normaI but you're actually one of them.
This whole mass recognition program was Brennan's idea.
I'm completely normaI, really.
Yeah, maybe before you got this job, but now...
I see Charlie.
Oh. That's him, all right.
Oh, God.
Ange? Are you OK?
These are probably the last pictures of this little guy alive.
Why is he alone? Why isn't anybody with him?
Sorry. Max resolution is 640 by 480 pixels per square inch.
He's not alone. Someone's calling him over. Can't you just zoom in?
The fewer pixels that make up an image, the more the picture degrades once we zoom in.
Did that sound too squinty?
- Any way to enhance it? - I wouldn't bet a date with Colin Farrell on it.
- I know him. He's funny. - Funny is Will Ferrell, sweetie.
Hot is Colin Farrell.
The kid was definitely moving toward someone. He wasn't trying to get away.
I want to add the neighbourhood kid, Skyler, to the list of possible suspects.
I have one other angle but our bad guy's still obstructed in it.
Who the hell are you?
Are you thinking of leaving the Jeffersonian?
I'm not really this person.
- What person? - I'm not like you.
I'm not driven by the need forjustice and all that.
I'm a good-time girI.
We have good times.
Cracking jokes over murdered skeletons is not good times.
- It's harder on you than it is for the rest of us. - No, it's not.
Why?
Because you look at their faces.
We look at everything else. It's more clinicaI for us.
For you... it's personaI.
- When we see a murdered child... - Honey, I... I'm... No offence.
I'm really not up for one of your "it takes a village" anthropology lessons.
This is the longest I've ever had ajob.
That's because of you.
If this is about hours or time to do your own art, then...
Just let me work on it, OK?
I'm an artist. I used to draw naked guys.
Now I draw dead guys.
Just don't decide anything without talking to me.
Of course I won't.
- Angela might quit. - I'm amazed she's stuck it out this long.
- Why? - Oh, because she's human.
I'm sorry, Bones. It's just that, you know, uh, Angela didn't get the same training
that the rest of you got on Planet Vulcan.
- I don't know what that means. - She's sensitive.
- Who's sensitive? - Angela.
She likes puppies, and kitties, and ducklings, and Jell-O shots,
and, you know, dancing on bars.
I know that. She's my best friend. Angela's not the only person who likes baby animals.
- I never got the big attraction. - I rest my case. She's more sensitive.
We cross-referenced the length and density of Charlie's legs with children his age.
The victim, I mean.
The thing to do is concentrate on the details.
- Let's do that. - We found some abnormalities.
They're bowed and abnormally short.
- The bones show freezing of the joints. - Are you saying Charlie was crippled?
- The victim was disabled, yes. - His mother never mentioned that.
The ribs are broken in two places, not typicaI of blunt-force trauma.
- How do you explain that? - I attribute it to his medicaI condition.
- I agree. What is that condition? - It looks like scoliosis, a bend in the spine.
I think it's more than that, Zack.
There are multiple calcified lesions on the posterior thoracic vertebrae.
That, plus Charlie's short stature, and the asymmetric length of his legs...
Margaret Sanders may not be Charlie's biologicaI mother.
What?
Test the bones for X-linked hypophosphataemia
and Coffin-Lowry Syndrome.
Whoa, whoa. OK, hold on.
Simmer down. Back up to the part where she's not his mother.
Dr Brennan is having me check for hereditary genetic defects
which are passed from mother to child.
If Charlie had one, then Margaret Sanders is not his mother.
- How can you say that? - Charlie suffered from hypophosphataemia.
- Charlie's reaI mother would have it. - You do not.
Never say I wasn't Charlie's reaI mother. I was.
BiologicaI mother, then. Mrs Sanders, you are not Charlie's biologicaI mother.
You want to explain that to us?
I can't have children. That's why my husband left me.
- So I took in foster kids. - Like Shawn and David Cook.
And Charlie.
Though his name was Nathan.
I got him as a baby down in Pittsburgh.
Ten days old.
His mother was arrested on drug charges and Child Services brought him to me.
Three weeks I had him. Then the charges were dropped.
- You kept him? - No.
I gave him back, but it nearly killed me.
I stayed in touch.
I bought him things. Formula, stroller.
I wanted to make sure he was all right.
Nathan what, Mrs Sanders?
Nathan Downey.
His mother was a drug addict named Jeanine.
On Christmas Day, I found her dead on the kitchen floor, a needle stuck in her arm,
and I could hear Charlie crying upstairs.
- So I went up. - And you took him home.
I looked him in the eyes and I promised him
I would never leave him alone again.
And he stopped crying.
I expected every day for Child Services to come looking.
He would have ended up back in the system anyway.
I meant to keep him safe...
and love him.
And now he's dead.
- I had to arrest her. - The story checked out.
She confessed to kidnapping.
Margaret responded to the anthropologicaI imperative. She saw an orphan and reacted.
This is not a National Geographic study, OK? This is the suburbs.
- Why would she kill the boy? She loved him. - The kid gets sick, he's not what you wanted.
I bet you could give me a dozen examples of societies that have killed their own young.
What about Shawn and David Cook?
- Where do they go now? - Back into the system.
Do you have any idea how bad the foster-care system is?
Do you? What do you want to do, hm?
Do you want to kidnap them like she kidnapped Charlie?
I want you to let them go home to Margaret Sanders.
It's not gonna happen.
- Try redigitising and resizing. - I did.
The extrapolation protocoI got confused by the spread.
You know Hodgins better than anybody else.
So, why is he so bent out of shape about this banquet?
- What makes you say that? - When someone mentions it
he snaps that rubber band around his wrist.
What makes you think I know Hodgins better than anyone else?
- You're roommates. - I live above his garage.
- But you see a lot of each other. - No.
- He drives you to work. - I've never been up to the main house.
- The main house? - It's at the end of the driveway
on the other side of the tennis courts.
OK. Anything on the identity of Charlie's abductor?
I can't clear up this image. Tell Booth what you told me about living in Hodgins' garage.
There's a bedroom, living room, kitchen, another bedroom, a den...
- Quite a garage. Can we focus on the case? - How many cars does he have?
Including the antique ones, about 12. And a boat.
Zack has never seen the main house. The tennis courts block the view.
- Well, he must be one of those Hodgins. - Who are those Hodgins?
- You know, the Cantilever Group Hodgins. - Oh, my God.
The Cantilever Group generates more GNP than Europe.
Get this. They are the single biggest donors to the Jeffersonian Institution.
Ha! That makes Hodgins your boss.
What do you talk about when he drives you to work?
I mostly sleep. Hodgins mostly yells at the radio.
If you can't see the face, maybe you can grab a reflection.
- That's a workable idea. - Well, I'd say thanks,
you know, if you didn't say it like it was some kind of a miracle.
Chem lab mass spectrometer identifies the particulates in Charlie's mouth as fluoride.
- I recognise that look. - What?
You're writing another book. When you write you look like you stuck a fork in a toaster.
- Am I in this one, too? - Fluoride? At what concentration?
- It's too high for toothpaste. - Put together a list of...
Put together a list of anything that contains fluoride at those levels.
All right. Do you have time for this?
- They gave me a car. - Nice. Who?
My publisher. I feeI like I have to earn it by writing another book.
Fight coercion in all its forms. You don't write the book. I don't go to the banquet. Solidarity.
Angela has a face for the abductor.
I looked on both cameras. This one offered up more reflective surfaces.
Right at the door.
- Check this out. - The abductor's face.
The computer can interpret the spaces between the white and the dark gaps
and fill in the missing pieces.
- Wait. That doesn't look like an adult. - I already polarised the image.
- Shawn Cook. - The victim's foster brother.
- Where were you taking Charlie? - I brought him to the mall.
I know you brought him to the mall, but we got a picture of you...
leading him out of the mall.
- Have you seen much of this? - I'm ajuvenile prosecutor.
I wish I could say kids killing kids was rare.
Where were you taking him, Shawn?
- When can I talk to Margaret? - After you answer my questions.
Can he do that? Lie to a kid?
We're after a child killer, Dr Brennan.
If the child advocate in there doesn't complain, I sure won't.
Well, what's the point if he doesn't advocate for the child?
I get the impression you're a little confused as to what side you're on.
Shawn.
- You know what that is? - A scar?
Yeah.
Got it when I was playing soldier with my brother Jared.
- Did it hurt? - Yeah, it hurt.
But it was an accident.
You got any scars?
My dad did it with a cigarette.
He shouldn't have done that.
Margaret didn't do anything like that. I love Margaret.
What I need to know is if Charlie had some kind of an accident.
Shawn?
Maybe we can just take a break.
Shawn.
- He's not aggressive enough. - Foster kids are powerless.
They're treated like garbage, and all you have to say is, "He's not aggressive enough"?
Dr Brennan, you know this boy may very well have beaten a child to death with a rock?
- How long have we known each other? - Do people really ever know each other?
How come you never invited me over to your house?
- Oh, I didn't pick up that kind of vibe off you. - I thought we were close, all of us.
What else don't I know? Is Zack from another planet?
Oh, come on. That one's obvious.
You're rich.
You single-handedly own the Cantilever Group.
Don't deny it. I know.
- Who else knows? - Zack.
Booth.
Don't tell Brennan.
Why don't you want us to know that you're our boss?
I don't want to be anybody's boss. I never did. Please respect that.
- What's up with Angela? - It's job pressure.
Fluoride at lower concentrations is used in toothpaste, tea,
and is added to our water, which can cause a range of conditions. Brain damage...
Which has nothing to do with the case at hand.
The concentrations found in our victim might come from paint thinners, car wax,
- or various other industriaI products. - OK.
Did Angela say anything about quitting herjob?
No.
But we hardly know anything about each other.
Bones.
I thought you'd like to know that Shawn and David are in emergency care.
Pulled some strings, you know, to make sure they get to stay together.
- That's good. Thanks. - It's the best I could do.
- Yeah, I understand. - No, you say you understand but you don't.
Not really. I mean, if you don't like the rule you ignore it, right? I can't have that.
- And if you want to do this... - Do what?
Work on cases, you know, with me, outside the lab.
If you want to do that, I need to know that you will respect the law.
Tell you what. If I can't respect the law, I can at least respect you.
Oh.
Yeah, that'll work. It kinda comes outta nowhere, but...
Look what you did.
It's a penciI. I'll get you a new one.
The victim was killed by trauma to the chest
but the ribs are broken in two places, notjust one.
Because of the, uh... the brittle bones, because of his disease.
But there's another explanation.
- Whoa. What's the other explanation? - Compression.
- Charlie was crushed to death? - Yes.
Greenstick fractures, vertebraI and sternaI. See?
Shawn outweighed Charlie by 30Ibs. How could he have crushed him to death?
We need to run some scenarios through the Angelator.
- Angela. - Booth.
Zack has been informed that if he tells anyone who I am, I will kick him out on the street.
- There's nothing I can threaten you two with. - Yeah, that's a shame.
What I want out of my life is to come in here and sift through slime and bugs.
My family is one of those who secretly run the world.
Paranoia and delusions of grandeur all in one package.
You call it paranoia, I call it the family business. Please, could you just stop?
The reason I do not want to go to that banquet
is because the other members of the ruling elite will make a big fuss about seeing me.
My secret will be out and my life, this life that I love, will be ruined.
I'm asking you, please, please just let me be Jack Hodgins who works in the lab.
Charlie was 3'4" tall and weighed 58Ibs.
- And Shawn? - Shawn Cook is 1.4m tall and weighs 31kg.
His brother David was 5'8, 150Ibs.
1.75m, 68kg.
I thought the break to Charlie's sternum was caused by blunt trauma
because it only ran along one fault line. When Booth broke my penciI,
I realised there's another way to cause the same injury. Compression.
Hodgins found no particulates that suggested crushing.
Body weight. There has to be enough weight on the victim so no air can get into the lungs.
Prolonged pressure caused the sternum to snap in half and the ribs to break.
Oh, my God.
Sorry. Sorry.
I entered reaI-world variables taking into account Charlie's size
and the pressure that was required to break Charlie's sternum in the way it was broken.
- What did you end up with? - 86.2kg.
- What's that in American? - 190Ibs.
Way too much for either of the Cook kids or Margaret Sanders.
I'd put the neighbourhood kid, Skyler, at about 160Ibs.
- It can't be him, either. - We should be looking for a full-grown man.
Get Shawn to tell you where he took Charlie when they left the mall.
He won't talk to me.
- Let me do it. - Oh, no.
You know, people are not your strong point, Bones,
and, besides, he's not gonna care how many facts you put in front of him.
Could you just go with me on this one, Booth? We're trying to catch a killer.
- Let me help. - When's the last time you talked to a kid?
I know what to say.
- Do you remember me, Shawn? - The museum lady. The one who's so smart.
Y eah, I'm pretty smart.
- And very modest. - Oh, believe me, she is being modest.
Smart enough to know that you didn't kill Charlie.
You don't have to say anything, Shawn.
Just listen.
They give you a garbage bag to carry all your stuff,
like they're telling you everything you own is garbage.
And then you have to go to a new schooI in clothes that smell like garbage bags.
All the regular kids know you're a foster kid.
How do you know what it's like?
They bounce you from place to place
and it's never home.
Sometimes the foster parents are nice.
- Like Margaret? - Yeah.
And sometimes they separate you from your brother.
It must have been nice with Margaret,
staying with David.
We got bunk beds.
At night, I knew David was there,
like he was guarding me.
Margaret's nice.
You'd do almost anything to stay with Margaret, right?
The man you took Charlie to, the man who hurt him,
he knows that.
You didn't know that he'd hurt Charlie, but he did,
and then he told you that Margaret would blame you, that she'd hate you.
But this man is Iying to you, Shawn. I can make sure that you go back to Margaret.
How? You work at a museum.
I have a friend at the FBI.
He will make sure that you and David get to live with Margaret again.
- You can't make promises like that. - Yes, I can.
- He will do it. My friend will make it happen. - Oh, man.
But you have to tell me who hurt Charlie.
I'll need your help to keep the promises she made to that boy.
- Hey, I-I can't promise... - Mrs Johnson.
My people and your people are gonna have to make this happen.
What if Margaret doesn't want me any more?
Charlie was her reaI son.
Charlie wasn't her biologicaI son either.
Charlie was just like you, someone that Margaret chose to love.
I don't think we should let that man take you and David and Charlie away from Margaret,
do you?
We should stop him. You and I should stop him.
She did it. She got his name.
Edward Nelson, you are under arrest for the sexuaI assault and murder of Charlie Sanders.
You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed.
- Boys! - Mom!
Mom!
- Are we gonna be a family again? - Oh, you betcha.
We have him cold.
The insecticide he was using on the termites matches the fluoride concentration.
Skyler's dad admitted everything.
He said crushing Charlie to death was a mistake?
He never abused Shawn. He just used him to get near Charlie. It played out like you said.
He had Charlie out in that field. Some teenage kids, they come by.
So he knelt on Charlie to keep him from crying out. Shawn ran back to his brother.
Charlie was small and weak, his sternum collapsed.
- You think he abused any other kids? - Yeah.
Probably his own son.
- You report that to Child Services? - Mm-hm. Try to get the kid some help.
- And I'm sorry. - For what?
You have personaI experience in the system.
I was a foster child untiI my grandfather got me out.
When you said, "They'd take you away from your brother,"
I kinda had the feeling you weren't talking about David Cook.
Booth,
I'll tell you about it one day, but tonight I have to get dressed for a party.
Oh.
OK, Bones.
There's a huge ding on my passenger side door
because you told me not to park it at an angle.
OK, that's just mean.
You're mean.
Sorry.
- That is not a tuxedo, Dr Hodgins. - I am not going, Dr Goodman.
You are going.
When we arrive, the donors will be wearing name tags.
- What do we talk about? - Your work, of course.
Zack's work consists of removing flesh from corpses.
Hodgins dissects bugs that have been eating eyeballs.
- Leave me out of it. I am not going. - And how do you see yourjob?
I draw death masks.
- Is that really how you see it? - Don't you?
You are the best of us, Miss Montenegro.
You discern humanity in the wreck of a ruined human body.
You give victims back their faces, their identities.
You remind us all of why we're here in the first place.
Because we treasure human life.
- Oh, for God's sake. - What happened?
AII Angela needed was to hear herjob description in a deep African-American tone.
- Mr Addy. - We need Hodgins in the lab tonight.
The FBI needs this analysed by morning.
- Uh, I'm gonna get right on it. - Wait a minute. What case file is this?
- Am I supposed to know about it? - Booth mentioned it to me earlier today.
That's good enough for me.
Fine. You're off the hook, Dr Hodgins.
Let's not keep the limo waiting.
Thanks.
You look nice.
Better than nice. You look...
very...
Thanks.
- How did you know I'd keep your promise? - What promise?
To get Shawn and David back with Margaret Sanders.
Maybe I was Iying.
To catch the bad guy.
I learned that trick from you.
The end justifies the means.
Hm.
Booth.
I knew you'd back me up.
- I knew you wouldn't make me a liar. - How'd you know?
Because you want to go to heaven.
- But you don't believe in heaven. - But you do.
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