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[music playing over radio]

BRENNAN: Oh, God.

What-- What happened?

Where-Where am I?

[music continues]

[Brennan panting]

[groans]

Oh, God.

[panting]

[exhales]

[groans]

[grunting]
Oh, come on!

Come on!

[gasping]

[coughing, gasping]

[panting]
Oh. Oh, God, oh God.

[turns radio off]

[panting]
Come on.

[man groans]

[groans]

Hodgins.

Hodgins, are you all right?

Can you talk?

[panting]
Oh, God.

Your legs.

What happened to your legs?

[groans weakly]

[weakly]
Where are we?

We're buried alive.

He must have got us.

Who?

The Grave Digger.

[police radio chatter]

My superiors say
to let you look at the...

-flying saucer.
-[chuckles] It's not
a flying saucer.

Well, it sure
looks like one.

Local kids dirt-biking.

Something shiny
poking from the dirt.

They dig it out, look in
the window, see aliens.

Did you look?

Yes, ma'am.
Then called for backup.

-BOOTH: Uh, why?
-Well, on account of--

Well, they are aliens.

[groans softly]

All right.

[groans]

You want to take a look?

[police radio chatter]

Oh.

BOOTH: Are those what
I think they are?

Yes. As long as you think

they're two adolescent
human males.

Mm. How long?

The amount of dehydrated
tissue suggests

the tank is sealed
and intact. Years.

Yeah. Two kids, huh?

I liked it better
when they were aliens.

One set of remains shows
trauma to the legs--

compound fractures,

and his pelvis is broken
in three places.

The other is
virtually untouched.

-Cause of death?
-The amount of blood

suggests that at least
one of them bled out.

Probably the one
with the injuries.

I've also noted a constellation

of identical
non-metric variants--

extra foramina.

Does that mean
they were twins?

How did you know?

Matthew and Ryan Kent.

Kidnapped, October 31, 2001.

No one has seen them since.

♪♪

The remains in the beer vat
have been positively identified

as Matthew and Ryan Kent.

Oh, God.

Come on, Peter, it's better
than never knowing.

Agent Sanders, you were assigned
to the Kent kidnapping?

Uh, Mr. Sanders--
I, uh, retired from the FBI

to pursue a career
in general contracting.

Uh, when I'm sober.

Uh...

Kim here was the Assistant
United States Attorney

attached to the case.

Still attached--
the file's still open.

The boys were snatched
after a drinking party.

Was the ransom paid?

As the duly sworn
representative of the FBI,

I advised Mr. Kent
not to pay the ransom.

Unfortunately,
the Kents listened to me

and not the K & R guy,
and, uh...

now their sons are dead.

K & R?

That's Kidnap
and Ransom experts.

The Kent boys were the
Grave Digger's third victims.

Third of the six we know of.

Uh, all together,
four paid the ransom

and lived.

And the other one that didn't?

Never found him.

That's why they call him
the Grave Digger.

He takes people
and he buries them.

You pay the ransom, and he
tells you how to dig them up.

You don't, and, uh,
you never see them again.

You won't catch him.

All due respect, uh,
Agent Sanders,

we have the beer vat
and the human remains.

What are two dead bodies
gonna tell you

that four live victims couldn't?

Dr. Brennan,
she's pretty good at, uh,

making dead people
tell her things.

Look, my advice,
talk to the K & R guy.

Kidnap and Ransom expert
Thomas Vega, former FBI.

He literally wrote the book
on the Grave Digger.

VEGA: I became a Kidnap
and Ransom specialist.

That's where I realized
that the Bureau's policy

on non-payment to kidnappers
is antiquated and dangerous.

You've dealt with the
Grave Digger how many times?

-In total, five.
-Janine is a journalist--

she helped me write the book
on the Grave Digger.

Next to me,

she's the ranking expert
on that son of a bitch.

Journalist, huh?

Oh, don't be like that,
Agent Booth.

The Grave Digger is
totally consistent.

No one ever sees
the victim taken.

The ransom demand is made
using a digitally altered voice.

A time limit is given.

There's never a second call.

As soon as the ransom
is paid to a numbered

untraceable account in Bahrain,
the Caribbean, et cetera,

GPS coordinates are provided
leading to the victim.

None of
the surviving victims

remembers anything
before being taken?

Nothing.

Burn marks on the back
of the neck suggest

the use of a stun gun
or cattle prod.

That'll scramble your
brains pretty good.

Also, when you try to trace

whatever container the boys
were found in, you'll--

well, you'll reach a dead end.

He gets everything from
landfills or cash auctions.

No last chance to pay up.

Never.

You know, most
kidnappers are caught

because they start
negotiating the ransom.

The Grave Digger
simply won't play.

I'm really not looking
to help you write another book,

you know,
"Capturing the Grave Digger."

VEGA:
Agent Booth, I have seen

what this guys does
to families up close.

You know what, dislike me
as much as you want,

but I'm still gonna
help you, because

I want this bastard caught.

You were kind of mean to them.

Yeah. Thanks.

Zack, did you
catalog this anomaly

between C-1 and
C-2 on Matthew?

Yes. If you increase
magnification on the
atlanto-axial joint,

you'll see calcining
on the articular process.

Bone burn.

Yes. Over 300 degrees.

Stun gun.

Does the same mark
appear on Ryan?

No.

Okay.

Get the FBI to send you photos
and medical exam results

of the Grave Digger's victims.

See if he uses the same stun gun

every time.

Aluminum.

-Aluminum?
-The Brits say
"Al-yu-mini-um,"

but it sounds, well, British.

Manganese alloy,
strain-hardened

and stabilized,

traces on both sets
of clothing.

From the vat?

No, the inside
of the vat is pure copper.

Both boys' clothing was stained
with a sooty residue

made up of lead and carbon,
benzene and aldehydes.

-Engine exhaust.
-Yeah.

Particulates
from lots of engines,

both gasoline and diesel.

-Parking lot?
-Underground, probably.

Think that's where the Digger
grabs his victims?

Compare your findings
with the results

found on the clothing
of the surviving victims.

See if they share
anything in common.

And measure oxygen
volume in the vat,

find out how long
the twins survived.

I'll get right on it.

Mr. Kent, I'd like to start
by expressing

the Justice Department's
sincere condolences

for the death of your sons,
Matthew and Ryan.

If I'd ignored the
Justice Department

and listened to Mr. Vega here,
paid the $2 million,

my boys would still
be alive today.

Sir, I understand your feelings
towards the FBI.

-I doubt that.
-VEGA: Jim, Agent Booth here

is investigating
your son's murder.

You know my problems
with the FBI's approach
to kidnapping,

but when it comes to
finding killers,

you want these people
on your side.

Ryan and Matty were spoiled.

[chuckles]
I know.

They, uh, partied,
they chased girls,

-they, um...
-[cell phone chimes]

got expelled from school...

but they weren't bad kids.

And there's no way
that they deserved

suffocation.

Is it...

painful?

Like falling asleep.

Mr. Kent,
the Grave Digger

lied to you and the FBI.

VEGA: [chuckles]
That's unlikely.

He doesn't play games.

Mr. Kent, is there any way

you could've put together
the ransom in 12 hours?

-Oh, no way in the world.
-Which is exactly why

the Grave Digger provided
Mr. Kent with 24 hours.

His sons only had
enough air for 12 hours.

-Oh, my God.
-Even if you had ignored

the FBI and listened
to Mr. Vega,

you still wouldn't have
been able to save your sons.

Your backstopping
for the Bureau.

BRENNAN: There were two of them
in that vat.

They used up their oxygen
twice as fast.

The Grave Digger
miscalculated.

No, he doesn't do that.

Then it was never his intention
that these boys survive.

He just didn't care, Mr. Kent.

So my decision
to listen to the FBI,

to not pay the ransom...

If you'd paid the ransom,

your sons would still
have been dead

by the time you got to them.

There's nothing you could
have done, Mr. Kent.

You're in no way responsible
for the death of your sons.

Had it occurred to you

that God is a lot like
the Grave Digger?

What? What-- What?!

He lays down the rules,

no way to question Him
or negotiate,

then it's almost as though He
doesn't care how it works out.

Either you do as He says,

make some sacrifices
and are delivered

or you don't and...

-you end up in hell.
-You know what?

I'd appreciate if you didn't
say things like that,

because I really don't want
to get struck by lightning.

-Do you go to church
every Sunday?
-Yes, I do.

-Can I come with you?
-No, you can't.

Why? It might help me
to understand.

I am not gonna help you
disrespect God

in His own house, okay?

If you want to do some kind of,
you know, anthropological study

you know, turn on
the Religious Channel.

Each of these contain one
of the Grave Digger's victims.

Cozy.

We also provided your people
with the clothes

that each victim was wearing.

Regarding the clothing,
every one of them shows

traces of aluminum
and sooty residue.

We know each victim was taken
from an underground garage

beyond the reach
of security cameras.

The typical
kidnap-for-ransom profile

was middle-aged
in a job that's beneath him.

Smart guy who's an underachiever
and someone who enjoys control

over somebody else's life.
There's just one problem.

What's that?

See, there's nothing typical
about this guy.

Don't expect him
to fit the profile.

MONTENEGRO: Okay,
the dimensions of the vat--

six feet wide
by eight feet tall--

make it impossible
for Matthew Kent

to have fractured
his brother's pelvis.

Even if Matthew knocked
Ryan down

and, you know,
stomped on him?

Cam and I agree,

the fracture was the result of
one hard blow.

[beeping]

A break like that would
require a lot more force

than Matthew
could have generated.

All right, so you're saying

that Ryan was injured before
he went into that vat.

Yes. With the amount of blood
on the floor,

it can't be explained
by his injuries alone.

What?

It was a mistake.

What was?

Look, he intended
to take one boy,

but he ended up with two.

That's why they died
12 hours ahead of schedule.

If he intended to take two boys,
he would have put them

in a container
twice as big, all right?

The Grave Digger,
he messed up.

He snuck up on Matthew,
knocked him unconscious

whatever,
and Ryan was there,

he shows up
and he fought the guy.

No, Booth, not fight.

The leg damage,
the fractured pelvis.

These injuries are classic
human versus car.

Ryan interrupts the kidnapping
of his brother...

And the Grave Digger
runs him down.

It was a mistake.

The Grave Digger
is not God, Bones,

because God does
not make mistakes.

Mm, I don't know.
Putting testicles on the outside

didn't seem like
such a good idea.

Commercial stun gun,
625,000 volts,

still not enough.

Well, it sounds like
a lot of volts.

Actually, it's the amperage
that does the real damage.

But still, I've checked every
commercial stun gun I can find,

and none of them generate
the right amount of power

to make those distinctive marks
on the bone.

Well, what about
a cattle prod?

Stun guns generate
a lot more power
than cattle prods.

If you haven't
figured out the stun gun,

then I am this week's
king of the lab,

because I found something huge.

You compete
to be king of the lab?

No. [scoffs]

Hey, Angela.

I didn't know that you were...

This sucks.

I'm gonna go catch Brennan
then bolt for the night.

She just left.

Hey...

Could you stop being
so weird, please?

It's making me
very uncomfortable.

You should give him a chance.

Excuse me?

I apologize.

I didn't say anything.

Mm-hmm.

[car alarm chirps]

[footsteps]

[running footsteps]

-[zapping]
-[Brennan gasps]

HODGINS: Dr. Brennan!

Dr. Brennan?

[tires squeal]

What do you say we go to
New York for the weekend?

Yeah, I don't know.

Come on. We're two adults
with no obligations.

[phone rings]

Let it go to voicemail.

We're not cheating.

We're not hurting
anybody, Seeley.

Then why are we keeping
our relationship

such a secret, Camille?

Because we work together
and we're professionals

and it's nobody's
business, that's all.

So, come to New York.
We'll go to a musical.

[chuckles]

Talking and singing
and talking and dancing

and more singing,
you know?

If you want to stop
what we're doing, just say so.

You can fantasize about
pulling out your gun

and shooting everyone
on stage.

You know you like that.

Seriously, we'll do
something that you like,

like climbing the outside
of the Empire State Building

or swimming
the East River or...

What?

What happened?

GRAVE DIGGER [voice garbled]:
Temperance Brennan
and Jack Hodgins

have been buried alive.

Wire transfer $8 million

to the following
Grand Cayman account,

or they will
suffocate to death.

GRAVE DIGGER: Upon receipt
of the wire transfer,

I will provide you with
Brennan and Hodgins'
GPS coordinates.

This will be my last
communication.

It will be his last
communication, too.

He's never varied.

He learned from the Kent boys.

He got two of them.
He cut the deadline in half.

Why is the Grave Digger
demanding so much money?

-It doesn't make any sense.
-He's always been reasonable

at knowing how much money
people could raise

within the time limit.

Has Dr. Brennan made that much
money from her books?

It's Hodgins.

He's the sole heir to this thing
called the Cantilever Group.

And what's that?

Just the third-largest
privately owned corporation

in the country.

Make sense now, Tom?

I was on my way
to karate class,

so we have lots
of bottled water.

What happened?
Where are we?

Last thing I remember
is being at the lab.

I'm really confused.

What happened to my legs?

Where are we?

Underground.

Buried.

I have a burn.

Zack was trying to figure out
what kind of stun gun.

It has to be
the Grave Digger.

I think he ran you down
with his car,

and then pumped you
full of drugs

to ruin your
short-term memory,

same as Ryan Kent.

How long have we
been down here?

Um... maybe two hours,
I think.

Okay, so this vehicle has,
say, 60...

60 cubic feet of air.

That's 20% oxygen, two people.

My brain is not working.

The Grave Digger
is very consistent.

If we started
with 12 hours of air,

we'll be unconscious in ten.

After that, if--

if no one pays the ransom...

We're dead?

How are we gonna get our hands
on $8 million?

-Hodgins is rich.
-He is?

"Rich squared to the power
of ten times four"

is how he describes it.

You're gonna pay
the ransom, right?

Yes. FBI standard ops,
they won't work.

Grave Digger operates
outside statistics.

They'll fire you.

Ah, that's cool.
One less reason to wear a suit.

How'd the Grave Digger catch
Brennan and Hodgins together?

Bones was on her way
to karate.

And Hodgins said that
he found something huge.

He tried to catch Dr. Brennan.

Here!

Oh, my God.

Oh, that's blood, isn't it?

It'll turn out to be Hodgins'.

Dr. Brennan doesn't like it
when we jump to conclusions.

I'm sure she'll appreciate
we're on a deadline.

Look, Hodgins interrupted
the kidnapping,

just like Ryan and Matthew.

The Grave Digger
must have run him over.

God, what are we gonna do?

Well, it's a crime scene,
all right?

They'll look for
tire tracks,

they'll check
the security cameras.

I need you to be Dr. Brennan.

I don't know what that means.

It means
keep working the case.

All right,
I need to know why

Hodgins was chasing after Bones.

-I'll look at his notes.
-Well, what about me?

Call Bones' brother Russ and
tell him what's going on.

I'm gonna go talk to

the chairman of the
Cantilever Group.

[phone dialing]

We have water, towels,
my mini kit, ibuprofen,

two cell phones
with no batteries,

a digital camera
with a backup battery,

and, uh... a handful of pens.

That one's a laser pointer.

And, uh, a copy of my novel.

Hey, we can read it to each
other if we get bored.

-"Deep Rhapsody."
-Careful.

That's three grand
a quarter ounce.

Yeah, I'd make that face, too,
if I spent $3,000 on perfume.

Oh, man!
Something...

My leg!

Okay, here, here.

I'm worried you have
compartment syndrome.

Is that terminal?

I mean, within
the next few hours?

No.

But?

It's gonna get painful.

More painful than now?

Yeah. Slip-into-shock-
and-die painful.

Well... there's nothing
we can do about that.

Actually, there is.

Oh, I'm not gonna
like this, am I?

What are you doing?

ADDY:
The Grave Digger modified
a commercial stun gun

to knock out his victims.

I figured out the voltage
and amperage,

but not how he modified it
to boost the current.

Which will not help us find
Dr. Brennan and Hodgins.

I did figure out
how Ryan Kent died.

-Let's hear it.
-He killed himself--

he punctured his own
carotid artery, which explains

the amount of blood
we found in the vat.

He used a pen.

There's a nick on
the inferior angle
of the mandible.

I don't know why he did it.
I don't really do "why."

I just do "how."

He did it to give
his brother more air,

so his twin would survive.

That's why we found them
holding each other.

-How does that help?
-When we tell Mr. Kent

that one of his sons
gave his own life

in an effort
to save his brother,

it'll mean something, Zack.

Just keep searching,
okay?

[Hodgins panting]

Okay, I'm ready.

Was that a note to Angela?

Yes, just in case.

If whatever you're gonna
do to me sends me into shock,

I might die.

Upside:

me not breathing
doubles your survival time.

I'm not interested
in surviving that way.

What I'm going to do
is make a long incision

in the fascia to release
the pressure inside.

And how-- how long
is a long incision?

Wait. You know what?
Don't tell me.

It's best if I do it
very fast and without empathy.

Here.

Hang on to something,

and don't fight passing out.

Ready?

Hey.

What is that?

Evidence of what happened
to you.

Let's-- Let's worry
about it later.

Here, just...

put it in the pages
of your book.

I'll take a look
at it later.

[mumbles]

It's best if you don't talk
right now.

I'm nuts about Angela.

Over the moon.

Stupid in love with her.

That's why I bought her that--

that crazy, expensive perfume.

A man gives you
a bottle of perfume like that,

it says--
it says, "I love you."

There. I said it out loud.

[muffled screaming]

Did you find Russ?

He's on a fishing trip
with friends

in the White Mountains.

No phone,
no cell service. You?

Hodgins seems
to write everything

in some kind of code.

I might have to get Zack
over here to break it.

It says that the traces of
aluminum found on the clothing

were almost certainly
from the kidnapper's vehicle.

Like a box in the back
of a trunk or a van.

You can read that?

Yeah. Hodgins sends me
a lot of notes.

Why bother with all of this?

We don't need evidence.

We need millions of dollars.

I can't get the ransom
together-- not in time.

The Cantilever Group
has got this policy--

no proof of life from
the kidnapper, no ransom.

Not even for the boss?

It's his rule.
It's no exceptions.

So, yeah, we need more time,

except the Grave Digger
doesn't give us that

-or proof of life.
-Booth, I don't think

it's a coincidence that
he took Brennan when he did.

Yeah, I was kind of thinking
the same thing.

-[horn honks]
-[gasps]

[sighs] Thank God
I didn't kill you.

How long was I unconscious?

For a while.

How's your leg?

Better.

Lots better.

-What are you doing?
-Hot-wiring

the phone to the horn,

so we can send a message.

From underground?

We get radio reception.

Direct current 12-volt
will burn out the circuits

in a 4.2 volt cell phone
in a microsecond.

-Better jury-rig a resistor.
-Smart.

Might work long enough to send
a single-burst transmission.

Very short text message.

Booth can trace it to
a cell phone relay tower.

What message shall we send?
"Good-bye?"

"Nice to know you?"

What are we surrounded by?

Pain. Despair.

And a subsoil accumulation
of agglutinate aridosols.

Dirt.

I don't like the term "dirt."

All right.

Tell me something I don't know.

Ash.

Hints of nitrogen and sulfur.

[spits]

So where are we?

We're in coal country.

Bituminous coal country.

Basically... Virginia.

We need more that that.

The laser.

And we need

-benzophenone.
-Benzophenone.

It's in soaps,
in plastic packaging,

sunscreen.

We don't have any sunscreen.

Angela's perfume.

Three grand that cost.

Hodgins,

I will split the cost
when we get out of here.

There's something
you don't know about me.

I'm rich.

Me, too.

No, no. You're... well-off.

My family owns
the Cantilever Group,

and there's not many
of us left alive.

One, to be exact.

Me.

Okay, I won't
split it with you.

Smells nice.

I need the camera.

Okay.

I know where we are.

There's no negotiating
with the Grave Digger.

You've been through this,
what,

five times with this guy?

Exactly. So I know him.

And he does not negotiate.

What? What? No chat room
action with him?

Are you nuts? I hate
the son of a bitch.

Why? He's made you rich.

You know what? You just
need to deal with the facts.

If you can't put
the ransom together

in the time he gave you,
your partner is dead.

[groans]

Here's the deal,
all right?

You have a relationship
with this guy--

what they call symbiotic--
you benefit from each other.

So know this, huh?
That deadline comes around,

and my partner
is still underground,

I will end you,
you understand?

Yeah?
[gasping]

Three hours to live.

[panting]

Better hurry.

This thing you found
in my leg is

anodized plastic film
and coated metallic tape

with dried-out adhesive.

I think it's a bumper sticker.

You mean like,

"If you can read this,
you're too close"?

No. Like a prepaid
toll road pass.

Someone ran me down
with a car.

We knew that already.

Yeah, but now we've proved it,
and I find I'm really annoyed.

Four to six seconds

to enter message
and hit speed dial.

I figured out a text message
using eight key strikes.

How's your text messaging?

Thumbs like lightning.

I can do it.

Okay.

You ready?

Yeah.

[horn blaring]

[electrical crackling]

-Oh!
-Oh!

Did it go?

I think it went.

Me, too.

[cell phone chiming]

Does it mean anything
to anybody?

They're getting low on oxygen.

Hypoxia leads
to mental confusion.

It's Bones.
This means something.

Did you try
just dialing the number?

I tried all the dumb guy
normal stuff, okay?

That's why I'm here talking
to the brain trust, all right?

Think, eggheads! Work it!

Booth, they're not cops.

-We're running out of time.
-Minor correction.

Dr. Brennan and Hodgins will
run out of air in four seconds.

We are out of time.

[air hissing]

How much extra time?

A little. Four other tires,
but we can't get to them.

Is there anything else?

If the ransom was paid,
we'd be out by now.

Why prolong the inevitable?

Booth will find us.

You have a lot of faith
in Booth.

No. Faith is an irrational
belief in something

that is logically impossible.

Over time, I've seen
what Booth can do.

It's not faith.

No offense--
and I'm not just saying this

because you filleted me
with a knife--

we are out of air,

we don't know if
our message got out,

much less
if anyone understood it,

and we are buried
underground.

What you have is faith, baby.

Sorry.

The "baby" thing is a reflex.

You shouldn't talk right now.

To conserve air.

I need the camera batteries

and the preservative powder
from your kit.

Soda ash and lithium?

You're going to make
a carbon dioxide scrubber?

If you can perform
surgery out of thin air,

then I can pull a little
thin air out of thin air.

[chuckles]

Okay, Zack figured out what
stun gun the Grave Digger uses,

and how it's modified.

Thanks to Angela,
we know that the Grave Digger

has a customized aluminum case
in the back of his vehicle.

I got about 100 agents
working that angle.

What does this mean right here?

What does that mean?

You're forgetting something.

Brennan and Hodgins
are out of air.

Great, you want to
give up? Huh?

This is Bones we're
talking about, and Hodgins.

You really think they
didn't find a way

to extend their air supply?

Hell, they found a way
to send us a message,

ask us for help, and you want
to give up because of math?

HODGINS: Soda ash.
Lithium.

Reacts with high concentrations
of carbon dioxide.

Produces oxygen.

[laughing]

That gives us just long enough.

Just long enough for what?

For my next idea,
which will kill us.

Air bags.

They aren't
actually bags of air.

I'm not looking to extend
our survival underground.

I'm looking to blow our way
out of here.

Using the explosives
from the air bags?

That could definitely kill us.

So will doing nothing.

[paper tearing]

Anyone you want to
say good-bye to?

ADDY: It's not a
numerical-alphabetical code

or an equation.

It's not GPS coordinates
or indications of topography.

Then what is it?

Can I make a suggestion?

See, this is exactly why
I was sent here.

You guys are brilliant, but
you won't make intuitive leaps.

You mean jump to conclusions?

That's exactly what I mean.
This is a message

from one of them to one
of us-- specific, focused.

Who was it meant to get to?

Easy, Brennan's cell
to mine, right?

The message was for me.

We have an understanding,
we work together.

We all work together.
She's my best friend.

And Hodgins...

Hodgins...

She's right.
We should assume

the message is from
Hodgins, not from Brennan.

-Why?
-Because they're buried alive.

MONTENEGRO:
And Hodgins is all about dirt.

Okay, great, the message is
about dirt, but who is it to?

Angela.

Hodgins is all about
dirt and Angela.

But it's numbers, Zack.
It's for you.

Hodgins would have written me
a line of poetry or something.

Agent Booth.

Janine used all her contacts

and got me on all
the local news shows.

I explained that we
needed more time.

I asked him to call.

I'm sorry, but he's
completely consistent.

6-7-16.

Carbon, nitrogen and sulfur

on the periodic table
of elements.

They are buried
in coal-rich soil.

You gotta
narrow it down, Zack.

Keep going, Zack.

The mineral components in coal
are all the same.

It's the organic components that
provide a unique fingerprint.

They're called "macerals."

They fluoresce at
different levels.

A reflectance of 1.4

is quite rare, suggesting
a high concentration

of Inertinite.

Zack, tell me what that means.

It means he knows
where they are.

Zack?

I know where they are.

Can this possibly work?

I'm not really
an explosives expert,

but the dash might shape
the charge enough

to blow out the windshield.

If we're less than four feet
beneath the surface,

this charge could
blow us to freedom.

And if we're buried
more than four feet deep?

Then the concussion will turn
our brains into jelly.

Well, then we can run
for Congress,

so it's a win-win.

We should get as far away
from the explosion as possible.

I already am.

Care to join me?

[siren wailing]

[sirens wailing]

[indistinct yelling]

BOOTH: Look, people,
they got to be here.

Just look for anything.

Tire tracks, recent digging,
mounds, depressions, anything.

[helicopter passing]

[police radio chatter]

Ready?

Yeah.

Dr. Brennan...

it's been a privilege.

♪ That's no way to live

♪ All tangled up

♪ Like balls of string

♪ And we woke

♪ At dawn

-[muffled rumble]
-♪ And watched the sun

♪ Glide over the hill

♪ And her dignity

♪ Shone so bright

♪ Like a light on a hill

♪ And she burned for me

[panting]

♪ And no other man

♪ Came near the flame

♪ And back country songs

[groans]

♪ The deafening twang of

♪ The rich
white kid blues ♪

♪ You can own

BRENNAN: Get Hodgins.

♪ The stage

♪ But the lights
and glares ♪

♪ Will not make you real

-Jack, come on.
-[coughing]

♪ She crawls from my bed

♪ Runs a comb
across her head ♪

♪ She crawls to the train

♪ And drives herself home

MONTENEGRO: I went to
visit you at the hospital.

I brought you this.

They-- They let me go home.

No, they didn't.

You left without
being discharged.

You stole crutches
which I had to pay for.

They packed me, pumped me
full of antibiotics,

stitched me up and
gave me painkillers.

So-- So I'm-I'm good to go.

Could you please look at me?

You were buried alive.

You were operated on
without an anesthetic.

You were pumped full of drugs.

You really should be
lying down.

[voice breaking]
He's out there, Angela.

He buries people alive.

I have to catch him.

If I can figure out
the exact alloy

of aluminum, then maybe
I could-- maybe we could--

Plus the bit of-of-of

bumper sticker that
Brennan found in my leg--

We're gonna catch him, okay?

I promise you.

We're gonna start tomorrow.

All of us together.

I can't sleep, Angela.

I thought that they
gave you something for that.

No, I mean, I'm afraid...

that if I close my eyes,
when I-- when I open them

I'm gonna be
back in that car,

buried,
running out of air.

Okay. Then you should
come home with me.

What?

When you open your eyes,
I'll be there.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Okay.

You know I'm good
for that crutch money.

[both chuckle]

♪ Let me be next to you

♪ I want to understand

♪ Let me be next to you

What'd you ask for?

That's between me
and a certain saint.

Although I did ask for
a little help

finding the Grave Digger.

Good move.

What's that smell?

The candles.

And I said thanks.

You should try it sometime.

If I were going to pray,
I would've done it

just before we set off
the explosion.

And you didn't?

No. See, if there was a God,
which there isn't--

Shh.

[whispering]
Do you see where we are?

And if I were someone who
believed He had a plan--

Which I do.

Then I'd be tempted to think

He wanted me to
go through something

like I went through

because it might
make me more open

to the whole... concept.

It obviously hasn't.

I'm okay with you thanking God
for saving me and Hodgins.

That's not what
I thanked Him for.

I thanked Him
for saving... all of us.

It was all of us.

Every single one.

You take one of us away,

and you and Hodgins are
in that hole forever.

And I'm thankful for that.

I knew you wouldn't give up.

I knew you wouldn't give up.

♪ Please let me be right

♪ Next to you ♪

♪♪

What's that mean?

♪♪