All language subtitles for Bones S05E01 - Harbingers in a Fountain [YIFY]

WOMAN:
Temperance.

First card she turns over
is literally your name.

Are you gonna tell me
that this is a coincidence?

Yes, a one
in 78 chance.

It was on top.

It's not really
speaking to me.

Okay, I see a sick man
in a hospital.

He takes refuge
in a dream life.

You're there in the dream,

and you're helping him
to create that dream life

by telling him a story.

You're both so happy
in the story,

so happy it's almost sad
when he awakens.

Okay, no offense to you
and your psychic,

but I just got off a
flight from Guatemala.

I want to go check in with Cam
and then shower and change.

Oh...

The man whose life
you saved

is really excited
to see you again.

No, I don't save lives.

People are already dead
when I get to them.

I'm pretty sure
you saved somebody's life.

A man with the heart of a lion.

Booth has a lion heart.

BOOTH:
I do not like cats.

Well, that's consistent
with the person you were

before your brain surgery.

I don't own a nightclub,
I'm not married to Bones,

you are not a
singing bartender,

and I hate clowns.

So can I go back to work now?

When our sense of reality
is challenged, you know,

really challenged,
it can some take time

to regain our footing.

Look, it's been six weeks
since they put

my brain box
through the blender, okay?

I am back, baby!

Huh?

Special Agent
Seeley Joseph Booth.

Have you been in touch
with Dr. Brennan

since you were released
from the hospital?

(exhales)

Uh, no.

She's, uh, you know,
in Guatemala there,

digging up Aztecs.

Do you miss anything about the
alternative life you experienced

while in a coma?

Yeah.

The clothes.

Mm.

I miss those clothes.

They were great clothes.

Okay, I'm certifying you
as fit for duty.

I am fit for duty.

That's what I'm saying.

Yeah, and what I'm
saying to you is

you don't have to certify
me for anything, pal,

because I told
you, I'm back.

(chuckles):
Well, in fact, you had amnesia,

slurring of speech,

identity confusion, headaches,

irritability
and double vision.

So, yeah,
as a psychologist,

I do have to certify you
for duty.

Why... why are you arguing?

I'm not arguing.

PSYCHIC:
This man was lost.

You brought him the light
that showed him the way home.

Without it,
he would've died.

Booth was in a coma.

Brennan read him

the book
that she was writing.

When Booth woke up,
he thought that they had

a whole different
life together.

He thought that
they were married.

He thought that for days.

You were joined at that time.

You're still joined.

Nothing either of you
is saying makes sense.

Were you pregnant?

What? No, of course not.

I mean, in your book.

No, I deleted the book.

I-I'm tired, Angela.

I'm gonna go check in
at the office and then go home.

Nice to meet you,
Ms. Harmonia.

Underneath the icy exterior
beats a very warm heart.

Her life is at
a very critical turning point...

...between great happiness...

That's Death.

SAROYAN:
Dr. Brennan!

Would you care to hug?

Why?

Okay. I'm good
with that.

Welcome home.
Thank you.

What-what did Booth do
while I was gone,

solve boring,
normal murders?

He hasn't been
reinstated yet.

The doctors told me that
he'd be fine in a couple days.

That's why I went.

Sweets is examining
Booth today.

Fingers crossed.

Oh.
Ooh.

I'm happy to
see you, too.

Oh, I'm happy personally
and professionally.

You know, unsolved murders have
gone up 1,000% since you left.

I find that hard to believe.

Rough estimate.

Welcome back.

Thank you.

Oh! Oh!
(yells)

Booth!

Bones!

Hey.

Hi.

(laughs)

Look at that.

I'm reinstated on the day
that you come home.

That's the weirdest
coinky-dink ever.

No, it's not even the weirdest
coinky-dink today.

If you were reinstated,

why are you dressed
like a furniture mover?

Sweets, he just, um, cleared me,

so I came straight over
to tell you.

What took you so long
to recover?

Oh, um... don't worry.

Nothing's wrong with me.
I'm 110%.

Well, y-you know there's nothing
more than 100%, right?

MONTENEGRO:
Hey, Brennan.

Hey, Booth.

BOOTH:
Hey.

Listen, guys,
there are a bunch of bodies

buried under
the Teversham Fountain.

How do you
know that?

Avalon told me.
Who's Avalon?

Avalon is Angela's psychic.

(blows raspberries)

See, even superstitious Booth

doesn't believe
in psychics.

That's interesting, because she
says that you two were linked

in a very profound
and spiritual manner.

(both blow raspberries)

Oh, really?
Well, she also says that in

your weirdo alternate
shared life experience thing

that Brennan was pregnant.

It's odd that neither of you
mentioned that.

Let's go check it out.

What?

No. Why?

Six weeks, Bones.

I'm going stir-crazy here, okay?
Let me suit up.

Can I at least take a shower?

Yeah, I need to shave.

BOOTH:
So, this ground-penetrating
radar

can really see things?

BRENNAN:
Yeah, a lot clearer
than a psychic.

You're dressed very oddly.

What do you mean?

This is
regulation FBI.

Well, what about the garish
socks and the gaudy tie?

What, you don't remember?

You resist regimentation with
these tiny symbols of rebellion.

I remember.

I remember, okay?

Let me just re-acclimate myself

at my own speed here, okay?

What is that?
Nothing.

Because there's nothing here,
because there's

no such thing as a psychic.

In my coma dream,
you were pregnant.

Sweets said that your dream
was nothing more than

your comatose brain processing
what I read to you from my book.

Wait, the point is,

how did the psychic know that
if she isn't psychic?

(rapid beeping)
Oh.

The psychic was right.

What, about us being linked
in a very profound manner?

What is it?
What do you see?

It's human remains.

Lots of human remains.

Sync by honeybunny
www.addic7ed.com

CAROLINE:
What's that supposed to be?

BOOTH:
Bones says dead people.

At least eight, maybe more.

Is there any chance these are
very old remains of settlers

or Indians,
who should be left in peace?

Yes, except for that.

BOOTH: What's that?
A plastic disc.

BOOTH: Okay, fine,
listen, Bones wants to

start digging, I want
to go question the psychic

who sent us here.
I did not hear "psychic."

I heard "anonymous source."

Just get Bones
the warrant that she needs

so she can start digging.

Wow, you are keen
to get back to work.

Got something to prove, cherie?

Oh, it is plausible that

Booth feels the urge to prove
he's no longer

brain damaged.

(scoffs)
You can start.

I'll get the warrant
in ten minutes.

Yes, we're back.

You're the one who told me
never to look happy

at a crime scene.

Right.

We'll look happy
after we find out

who did this
horrible crime

and get them behind bars.

All right.

It's very hard for me
to explain my process.

Well, you're going to have
to do better than, um,

"I'm a psychic."

You're the man that was
in the coma, aren't you?

Would you pick
a card, please?

Um, okay.

Um...

You're worried

you lost something.

Ms. Harmonia,
I really don't need

a tarot card reading right now.

What I need to know
is how you knew

that those people were buried

under the
Teversham Fountain.

It's all in the cards,
Agent Booth.

You can't argue

with what's
in the cards.

You never lost anything
in that coma, Agent Booth.

You gained something.

(indistinct radio transmissions)

BRENNAN:
So the remains

are all in the soil beneath
the layer of gravel.

Ten years ago,
they renovated the fountain.

They raised it on hydraulic
lifts, sunk a series of shafts,

mucked out the clay,
laid down a layer of gravel,

and then poured cement
over that.

So it's reasonable to assume
that the bodies were tossed down

the shaft
before the gravel was dumped.

I've got samples
of the soil,

the gravel, scrapings
from the cement

and this.

If we're lucky,

it's something
the murderer left behind.

You might as well
head back to the lab,

start analyzing
your samples.

Oh, my God.

This is like
climbing down

into a grave here.

Isn't this great?

Us back together again,
chasing criminals.

Yeah, pit full of mass murder
victims-- what's not to love?

As soon as I get

this skull free, I'd like you
to start facial reconstruction.

Sweetie, does the fact
that Avalon was right

about these bodies
make you rethink her abilities?

Ange, I've met dozens of shamans

and medicine men,

so-called holy people
over the years,

and I've never seen
any hard evidence

that they were in touch
with any spirit world

where the laws of
physics don't apply.

Until now.

This is actual evidence, Angela,

not some mumbo jumbo from
a deck of tarot cards.

First drink since
the brain operation?

Yeah, and since, uh,
you know, getting back to work.

I'm honored.

An auspicious occasion.

So, what do you want?

Just want to share a drink,
you know,

with one of my closest
and dearest friends,

who, you know, I can trust
with, um, certain things.

Oh, God.
What?

There's lasting brain
damage, isn't there?

Something you
haven't told anyone.

Are you
hearing voices?

No.
Seeley, if you're
hearing voices,

that's really serious.
Nice. Thank you.

I know. I'm not hearing voices,
Camille, all right?

Relax. I just...

Well, I did forget
that I wore goofy socks,

so we can do one for that, huh?

Mm.

The things that
make you a great cop

have nothing to do
with the socks.

What's really
on your mind?
(sighs)

All right, um...

That, uh, place
that I went to,

you know, in my coma dream...

Mm-hmm.
it was just,

Bones and I, it was so real...

You're in love
with Dr. Brennan.

What I'm wondering is,
am I the same guy?

A sweet, kick-ass
FBI murder-solver

with hard fists
and a lion heart?

Mm.

Yeah, you're still him.

My advice, for
what it's worth:

forget the bruised brain

and go with
your lion heart.

Right. Right?

Yeah, and tell Bones how I feel.

Yes.

Except, be sure
about your feelings,

because if you crack that shell
and you change your mind,

she'll die of loneliness

before she'll ever
trust anyone ever again.

Right.

("Fearless"
by Cyndi Lauper playing)

* Sometimes I'm afraid *

* When you go *

* Sometimes I'm afraid *

* When you come home *

* I think I'm afraid *

* When there's nothing wrong *

* But if I was fearless *

* Could I be
your reckless friend? *

* And if I was helpless *

* Could you be the one
comes rushing in? *

* There's something *

* That I never told *

* When I find myself
slipping off *

* Of my pedestal *

* I'm a fierce believer *

* Afraid to fall *

* But if I was fearless... *

Hey, Bones.

What time is it?

Oh, it's early.

What are you doing here?

I... I hate
this part of the case.

You know, where you're
doing stuff, and I'm just

at home doing
nothing.

I-I have something

for you to do.
Right.

It's, um, the disc we saw
on the GPR.

Yeah, uh, hey, look at that.

Minidisc-- definitely
'90s technology.

Don't you want
to go to breakfast?

No time. I got to, you know,
get this to my people

so they can find out
the manufacturer

and all that hooey and get
it to Angela so she can

get all the information
she needs off this thing.

But no one is awake,
except for you and me.

SWEETS:
Avalon Harmonia

is her professional
psychic name.

Born Stephanie Susan Janes,
no criminal history,

no known criminal
associations

and, in my professional
psychological opinion,

not a nut bar.

Law -abiding and sane does not
explain 12 buried skeletons.

She honestly thinks
that she's psychic.

I mean, she really does.

If she's not psychic,
then she's involved.

I don't believe in psychics.

Well, neither did I.

Do I.

Present tense.

She got to you, huh, Sweets?

Okay, check it out.

My dad's watch
goes missing

three months ago...
Right.

...I have no idea
where it is.

She tells me it's in
the pocket of a jacket

that I forgot I owned
at the unclaimed goods

at the FBI dry
cleaner. Yeah.

(computer beeps)

Booth, how many fingers
am I holding up?

CAROLINE:
Yeah, brain
damage joke--

that's real funny.

What do you got?

What I got are
multiple degrees in botany,

geology and entomology
which allow me

to discern vital clues...
like this one.

CAROLINE:
What's that, a graph of
Russian wheat production

in 1955?
(chuckles)

It's a microspectrophotometry
scan indicating that the fabric

we found with the remains

is lint-free,
static-resistant polyester.

It was designed for use
in fire-hazardous,

oxygen-enriched atmospheres.

U.S. Navy refers to them
as "poopie suits."

Right, you mean
for submarine crews.

Yeah, exactly.

Now, my conclusion is
we have uncovered

the anonymous grave of the crew

of the super secret
stealth submarine

Hawkfish, which disappeared
in the late '90s.

The U.S. Government denies

the very existence
of the submarine, yet I...

The way it works,
Booth, is that

I'm impatient and curt, while
you somehow keep the squints

motivated and
productive.
(cell phone ringing)

Right, I'll keep that
in mind. Thanks.

Good.

Hiya, Bones.

BRENNAN:
There's no sign of any violence

on any of the skeletons
we found,

except for this one.

Could the victims
have drowned?

No, drowning leaves diatoms
in the marrow,

and Cam didn't find any. Why?

Hodgins said that they could've
been a submarine crew.

Preliminary histological
analysis shows

that the victims
were of both sexes,

encompassing Mongoloid,
Negroid and Caucasoid features

and ranging in age from
the late teens to the early 70s.

BOOTH:
That is a bullet hole.

No.

Micro-fractures indicate
that the projectile

was moving much slower
than any bullet.

Also,

I can't feel
any beveling

on the inside of the skull.

But there's
very slight beveling

on the outside.

He was killed
from the inside out.

MONTENEGRO:
Awkward.

Awkward, awkward.

Very awkward.

Angela, what is awkward?

The casing on the minidisc
that you found at the dig

was cracked,
so there was damage.

I did what I could, but...

I got this one frame
off the corrupted file.

What's so awkward
about that?

This isn't the awkward part yet.

BOOTH:
"Glen Echo Car Rentals."

And a license plate.

I figure you have 12 bodies
and this vehicle

holds between 12 and 15, so...

Ange, you shouldn't
feel awkward about this.

You should be very proud
of your excellent work.

Now comes the awkward part.

BOOTH:
Whoa.

Why did you make a picture
of the psychic?

This isn't Avalon.

This is a facial reconstruction

of the first fountain skull.

Hello, Seeley.

Hello, Temperance.

Nice to see you two together.

This is an
official visit.

Am I in trouble?

We just, uh, need you to explain
a few things, that's all.

We're still trying to identify

the 12 victims
under the fountain.

You see, Dr. Brennan
and her people

were able to give
one of them a face,

and we need you to
take a look at it.

Oh, no.

This can't be.

It can't be what?

It's my sister.

Avalon told me
she had no family.

Obviously telling the truth.

Her sister's been dead
for ten years.

Yeah, it's just, you'd think
that that's something

that would show up in the cards.

Well, the future consists
of the culmination

of a near infinite number
of variables.

Turning over a card
has no effect at all.

Well, then how did
the cards tell her

where her sister
was buried?

Well, I'm
certain that

her knowledge of her sister's
remains did not stem from

pictures on a card.

So you're gonna have
to work late tonight.

"Oh, hello, Angela.

You look so pretty today."

Well, thank you, Booth.
And hello to you, too.

Oh, she's being you
and herself.

I don't know why. What do you
want Angela to work on?

"Harbingers of
a New Day."

Right. Glen Echo Car Rentals,
it went out of business,

but we did find this guy
who rented this van

to the Harbinger group,
and get this,

the group never brought it back.

Some kind of cult?

Exactly.
And you know what?

Angela is gonna get
to work on the Internet

and find out
all the information for us.

Yes, sir. On my
way. You bet.

All right, look,

I'm sorry, Ange.

You know,

it's... first case back.

Uh, you know, it's
been a long day.

Maybe I got something to prove.

Sorry. You look...
you look beautiful.

(chuckles)

Oh, would you like me

to kiss you
on the forehead, too?

Sure.

(laughs)

MAN (voice distorted):
...an ordered, clean society,

where we will no longer live
amongst the poisons

and pollutants
of this modern world.

Okay, I managed to get a partial
video file off the minidisc.

This...

is Tom Fargood.

El Supremo.

He sold places in a
secret undersea facility

he called Harbinger.

So these people
are all nuts?

Not at all.

People pay a fortune to visit

that giant, underwater hotel
in Abu Dhabi.

Yeah, Dubai.

There's another
one in Istanbul.

Key West, Sweden.

So where did Fargood
locate his new Atlantis?

A secret site in
French Polynesia.

Buried under a fountain--

it's a bit of a come-down
from Bora-Bora.

I count 14 people in this video.

We dug out 12
from under the fountain.

Look at this.

SAROYAN:
Is that Avalon?

No, that's her sister.

How do you know?
Because...

...that is Avalon.

HODGINS:
Wow.

They look like
they were pretty close.

Her sister ended up in
a mass grave that she led us to.

Not sure that adds up
to "pretty close."

AVALON:
It was my idea
to join Harbingers.

It cost every cent my
sister Jenny and I had

from my parents'
insurance.

Look, how much did Fargood
get from you?

Almost a million dollars.

What motivated you
to join Harbinger?

Jenny suffered from MCS.

Multiple chemical sensitivity.

Allergic to the whole world?

Fargood put these
gold seals on our diplomas

whenever we passed
part of his training.

This day was how to use
a speargun to hunt fish.

Fascinating.

I need to know

how you knew where your
sister's body got dumped.

I think you're
hiding something.

It rankles me; I'm rankled.

I suppose this
whole time you thought

your sister was living
in a Yellow Submarine?

The Harbinger's facility, yeah.

Why would she go
and leave you behind?

You did something that got
you expelled, didn't you?

What was it?

I went to an outside doctor
for my headaches.

It wasn't allowed.

BOOTH:
We're gonna need

a list of all these
people's names.

And the name of
the Harbinger doctor.

There never was any
underwater facility, was there?

He just killed everybody
for their money.

My sister was killed for money.

Hey.

Hi.

Hi. I'm Dr. Leacock.

Uh, as you can see,
I'm a little pressed for time.

We're here about
Tom Fargood

and the Harbingers
of a New Day.

Okay, he knows them.

Would you like
to come with me?

Okay.

Fargood wanted me
to be the physician

in his underwater utopia.

Why, because you thought
I declined.it didn't exist?

No, I believed it existed.

But the idea of spending
the rest of my life underwater

babysitting a bunch
of people who are allergic

to the 20th century,
I'm more useful here.

So, they all suffered from MCS?

Yeah, pesticides,

power lines, incinerators,

gas stations, fresh paint,
even perfume made them sick.

These people are canaries

in a coal mine when it
comes to pollutants.

I always thought
they'd head down there,

move into some renovated
Russian submarine,

then come up and, you know,

live happily in grass huts
on a motu.

Was I wrong?

Well, maybe you've heard of
the, uh, 12 human skeletons

that were found under
the Teversham Fountata.

Oh, my God, are you serious?

If you still have the
medical records, it would be

very helpful in positively
identifying the victims.

Of course.
H-How did they...?

Dr. Brennan here is
a forensic anthropologist.

She's still trying to figure
out the cause of death.

If they had MCS,

it should show up fairly
obviously in their bones.

Do you have a warrant?

Do we need one?

This is a state-funded clinic.

I have to abide
by the letter of the law.

I'm sorry.
All right.

We'll be back.

Hey, can I ask...

...how you connected me
to the group?

You see, we have our own rules.

Dr. Leacock was right
to require a warrant.

Right, and I was
right to tell him

that we have
rules too, right?

Yeah, you know what?

I'll have it for you
in the morning.
Great.

That's all I needed to hear.

Thanks, Caroline.
You're the best.

Whoa, easy, don't
touch the bobblehead!

Hey, Sweets. Hi.

I'm working,
everything's great.

Look at me, I'm fine,

my brain's feeling good
so, bye.

Well, I've been informed
that your brain still thinks

it's in love with Dr. Brennan.

(sighing)

Great, Cam ratted me out.

No, I found out through Avalon.

You told Cam?
(chuckles):
Great.

She finds your watch
so now all of a sudden

you believe everything
that she says?

Okay, you just
admitted

that you told Cam
you're in love with Dr. Brennan.

I...

You know what
you're looking at?

Yeah, and I'm pretty sure
you haven't been

this close to one
in a long time.

It's a PET scan of your brain.

Hmm, then I was wrong.

This is called
the ventral tegmental area.

This is the dorsal caudate body.

Now, these two areas
have been proven

to be linked to romantic love

and sexual arousal.
Hmm.

Okay, if this is your version
of dirty pictures,

it's really not working for me
right now.

Now, this, uh,

this scan was taken
before your operation.

The green and blue colors
indicate very low activity.

Same scan while you
were in the coma.

Just lit up like
the 4th of July.

You were dreaming
of being in love.

Of being married, right?

Same scan...

three days ago.

Before your operation,
you were not in love.

After your operation,
you were.

Conclusion: Your feelings
are not real and will fade away,

like every other symptom
of your coma.

Now, I think you
and I both know

that Dr. Brennan's
hyperrationality

is really just a cover

for a very vulnerable
and sensitive core.

Oh, great, so we're talking
about Bones' brain, too, here?

So, if you breach those defenses

and it turns out
you don't really love her...

I left you hard copies.

Based on the Harbinger video,

Avalon's names,
and Dr. Brennan's analysis,

this is most likely
Louis Lampcov.

MONTENEGRO:
The man with the hole
in his skull.

The only victim we know
for certain died violently.

My 3-D imaging suggests that
a shaft shot from a speargun

through the soft palate
would've caused the wound.

I know how everybody else died.

Not Mr. Hole-in-the-Skull,

but the others.

SAROYAN:
That's the crystallized calcium
oxalate you found in the soil.

Right, minute amounts
in the soil layer

beneath each and every body.

Well, is it poisonous?

No but it makes sense to
ask ourselves what processes

might result in crystalline
calcium oxalate.

Liver or kidneys.

Kidney function would do that
to plain old oxalate

which is derived
from glycolate.

Glycolate's poisonous.

Glycolate is a conversion
of glycoaldehyde

via the aldehyde dehydrogenase
in the liver.

A poison that isn't a poison
until it's metabolized?

Ethylene glycol.

That's antifreeze.

Sweet to the taste,

easily disguised,
administered over time

which gives the kidneys
time to crystallize the stuff.

It's virtually untraceable.

Unless some brilliant bug
and slime wonk

finds it in the soil.

And that, ladies, that is why
they call me King of the Lab.

Nobody does that but you.

The early symptoms
of ethylene glycol

poisoning:
fatigue, nausea, headache.

Indistinguishable from MCS.

Dr. Brennan's gonna
want to confer

with that Harbinger doctor.

Is that true about
the King of the Lab?

That only you care?

Yeah.

AVALON:
I always thought Jenny
was alive and happy somewhere.

Some psychic I am.

Look, I don't know
if you're psychic or not.

Then why would I send you to the
fountain in the first place?

Remorse.

Okay...

Neurosurgeons are telling me
right here

that this part
of my brain shows love,

and this...
Mm...

What?

(chuckling)

Let the neurosurgeons
have your brain.

They know about
your brain,

they don't know jack
about your heart.

Here.

Cut the deck.

(chuckling):
Come on, what is this?

Cut the cards.

All right, fine,
I'll cut the deck.

Oh...

She's in terrible danger.

You gotta go to her now.
Oh, come on, Avalon.

I'm still a cop.

I know when someone's
looking to escape here.

So chain me to the railing.

Do what you gotta do,

but you better go
to her now,

Agent Booth.

Go to her now.

Go to her right now.

Go to her now. Now!
Bones.

Right now.

Bones.
Go right now!

Hello?

(drill whirring)

Dr. Leacock, it's
Dr. Brennan with the FBI.

LEACOCK:
Dr. Brennan,
come on back to my office.

Lock that door
behind you, please.

This isn't the best
neighborhood.

There's been an
interesting development

in the Harbinger case.
Yeah?

Well, it appears that
the victims were poisoned.

Is there any chance

that what appeared
to you to be MCS

was actually a result...

He's shredding
the Harbinger files.

(grunting)

(yelling)

(ripping, grunting)

(yelling)

(panting)

Bones, Bones,
you all right?
Yeah.

You okay?
I'm fine, I'm okay.

Bones, your arm, whoa...

Oh, God.
Hey...

No, don't pull it out.
Don't touch that!

Bones, easy, I gotcha.

He tried to kill me.
All right, all right.

Thank you.
Easy.

The ambulance
is on the way, okay?

Keep the pressure
on the wound.

Okay, I got it, I got it.

Just relax.

Just trust me, all right?

I'll take care of you.

Shh, I got you.

I'll take care of you,
I'm right here.

I'm not going anywhere.

Ooh, that's a lot of blood.

I'm fine.

This is Bones' blood.

That's supposed to be good?

She's fine.

They fixed her up
and, uh, sent her home.

I should've been there for her.

You were there.

You killed the bad guy dead.

I know you hate that,
but it always

makes me a little glad.

Does that make me a bad person?

I guess that closes the case.

(groans)
Uh-oh.

None of the remains have been
identified as Fargood.

You think the bad doctor
was working for Fargood?

Yeah. Used to be that my hunches

were good enough
to keep us working a case.

Cherie, they still are.

That means our little psychic
friend is still a suspect.

And change your shirt.

Hello?

Ms. Harmonia?

(clattering)

AVALON:
I'm down here.

Dr. Brennan.

How are you feeling?

Well, they gave me medication,

so I feel how I imagine people

of average intelligence feel
all the time.

I came here

to see if you'd run away.

No.

I'm here looking for clues.

Something I might have missed.

What, in your cards?

Because that is a waste of time.

You say that after I sent
Agent Booth to save your life.

Well, you knew where
the bodies were buried.

You knew Dr. Leacock
would attack me.

You were an abandoned child.

The world scares you

so you wrap it up neatly

in bonds of reason,
education and proof.

All riddles

are solvable to you.

Except for one.

Yes. The riddle

of how you knew
where your sister was buried.

No.

The riddle you can't solve
is how somebody could love you.

(chuckles)

Well, I'm beautiful
and very intelligent.

The answer to the question

that you're afraid
to say out loud is...

yes.

He knows the
truth of you.

And he's dazzled by that truth.

MONTENEGRO:
I'm pulling up Web sites

containing the words
"harbinger,"

"utopia," "undersea"
and "MCS"

and running them through

my facial recognition
program.

Fargood's arrogant.

He'll think he changed
his modus operandi,

but it'll only
be superficially.

What, so you think these
keywords won't work?

No, not specifically.

By the time we finish a
more general search,

you'll actually
have to shave.
Okay,

why is facial hair the marker
of an adult male?

Why not height?

I'm tall.

Right, keywords.

Uh, well, Fargood targeted
a group of people

who were sick of the world,
literally,

and promised them
a new life, right?

A life without suffering.

Sick of the world, of course.

You know who you're
referring to?

Yeah, people who are in pain,

who lost hope,
who are

sunk in existential despair.

That's not literal enough,
Sweets.

You're talking
about old people

who have nobody
else to turn to.

Ah.

BRENNAN:
Angela's right.

The bone structure
is a very close match.

See, we're trying
to figure exactly

when you changed your name from
Tom Fargood to Alexander Gallo.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

You're selling shares in a very
exclusive retirement community.

Very sound investment
in your future.

I recommend you buy.

Well, we won't be doing that
anytime soon, Mr. Gallo,

because a significant
number of people

who put down their
nonrefundable deposits,

they died before
they moved in.

Probably from ethylene
glycol poisoning.
Mm.

I want a lawyer.

And I won't be drinking
anything from that glass.

You want my DNA,

get a warrant.

Well, there's no point
in getting your DNA.

We have nothing
to compare it to.

(knocking on door)

Excuse us.

Mm-hmm.

I am certain
that's Fargood.

See, she is certain.
That is good enough for me.

We gotta keep this
guy in custody, or
he's going to run.

Good enough for you is not
good enough for a judge.

That man poisoned 11 people

and used a speargun
to kill a 12th.

Look, we gotta find a way
to hold him.

Don't arrest him
till shift change.

Right.
Why?

We'll lose him
in the system.

FBI stall tactics,
Bones. Thank you.

Do not thank me.

He'll be out of here
in 24 hours.

And even if
you prove

that Gallo and Fargood
are the same man,

I don't see
a shred of evidence

Proving that he's killed those 12 people.

I need proof that before he was
Gallo, our bad guy was Fargood.

So, I need the van.

What are the chances
of finding a vehicle

stolen ten years ago?
And I need

this.

You want us to find
a ten-year-old stolen van

and a speargun all

in the next...
12 hours, tops.

MAN:
Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

Go. Perform miracles.

You know what, let's see if
we can get a make and model

on that speargun.

I'm telling you, even miracles
aren't going to help.

We can't prove that Fargood
and Gallo are the same person.

What is that?
Avalon's Harbinger certificate.

Remember she said Fargood
applied these seals himself?

The saliva on the seal is
how we get Fargood's DNA.

But how do we
get Gallo's?

Human nature.

Human nature,
Bones.

(elevator bell dings)

You found Tom Fargood?

Well, that's what we
need you to tell us.

Only if you're
up to it.

Why wouldn't I be?

Well, because all
these years

you thought your sister
left you without
saying good-bye.

And really this man here
murdered Jenny.

And then buried her

in a mass unmarked
grave.

Why are you trying to make this
harder for me?

BRENNAN:
Is that Tom Fargood?

Is this the man who murdered
your little sister?

(scoffs)

(grunting)

You killed my sister!
I got her, I got her.

You killed my
little sister!

You sit there so smug!

(Avalon grunting)

CAROLINE:
That is sneaky.

Is sneaky good or bad?

Good, if it holds
up in court.

Next time,
make it look more

like you're taking advantage
of a situation,

not scripting it.
CAROLINE:
Don't keep me
hanging, people.

Are Alexander Gallo and Tom
Fargood the same person?

Yep. Perfect match.

Well, your facial
expression

suggests that you are
dissatisfied.

You proved that Gallo
is Fargood, fine,

but now you gotta prove that
Fargood killed those people

and dumped them under
that fountain.

BOOTH:
Charge him with murder,

give us time to find
the speargun and the van.

Cherie, what are the chances
of that happening?

A million to one?

Oh, we don't have

all the variables,
so...

You're not being precise,
you're simply

illustrating the
difficulty.

Everything
maybe adds up

all the time in the lab,

but in real life,
sometimes you lose one.

Well, what should we do,
kill him?

Fargood is going to get away
with mass murder.

You know, I don't want
to talk about work.

Well, what do you want
to talk about?

You all right?

Not really.

I just...

I have something that
I want to say to you

from inside my heart.

Blood is in your heart.

The idea that the heart
is the seat of love

and strength of character
is ancient but metaphoric.

I mean, in reality,

these qualities are based
in the amygdala,

which is part
of the brain.
No, I been...

Ever since I woke
up from my coma

I been wanting to
say something to
you about you.

Well, why didn't you say
something earlier?

Because I just-I just wanted
to finish this case.

You know, to make sure
that I'm back.

That-that, you know,
that I'm me again.

Well, does the fact

that we didn't close the case
give you doubts?

No, no, we did the
best that we can.

Hold on. You...

You don't think I'm fully back?

No, I know you're fully back.

You do?

Well, you're wearing your socks.

Oh. Yeah.

BRENNAN:
Oh, no.

Oh, no, he hates...
Oh!
(groans)

Booth, do not kill the clown.

Oh...

(nose squeaks)

(laughs)

(laughing):
Hey, come here.

(squeaking)

Booth.

Yeah?

You hate clowns.

You do not think they're funny.

All right.

Oh, before my coma, I shot a
clown off an ice cream truck.

Yeah.

Well, I'm...

sure in a few weeks
you'll hate clowns again.

Be back to normal.

Yeah, a few weeks.

Well, what did you want
to tell me?

That I love you.

In a professional, you know,
attagirl kind of way.

"Attagirl kind of way"?

Well, right back at you, Booth.

I love you, too.

Attaboy.

(chuckles)

You two got a moment?

BOOTH:
Okay, what's going on?

CAROLINE:
I thought I'd give you
the honor

of arresting Mr. Fargood--
Alexander Gallo--

whatever you want
to call him.

Hell, arrest
both of him.

You said we didn't have
enough evidence.

For murder.

We didn't have enough to
charge him with murder.

But murder isn't the only
crime in the world.

It just seems like
that around us.

Grand theft auto
regarding the rental van?

Fraud by wire?

That man sold people

a luxury hotel
under the sea.

If he can't show it to us,
then he defrauded them.

Illegal wearing of the uniform.

Those poopie suits
were Navy issue.

These are just federal
crimes, mind you.

I've got the District Attorney
coming up with his own list.

What does this add up to?

About a hundred years,
give or take.

He should be convicted
of murder.

Luckily, you two

have me to pick up the slack
when you fall short.

Ah!

That's right, you
should kiss me.

What's wrong with
you, Seeley Booth?

(engine sputtering)

On what charge?

BOOTH:
Oh, a whole bunch
of 'em.

I'm sorry we couldn't get him
for killing your sister.

Sometimes you gotta
just settle

for the second
best situation.

I'm sorry, too,

for how we manipulated you
into scratching his face.

It was rational.
Yes.

And yet, irrationally,

I still feel bad about it.

The cards say only your
top layer is rational.

Underneath,

you're as crazy as I am.

And that's a compliment.

Doesn't sound like one.

This is usually when we go
and get a drink.

You two are going to keep
doing things as usual.

Sometimes you gotta settle
for second best.

By the way,

my cards tell me
this all works out, eventually.

Sync by honeybunny
www.addic7ed.com

Oh, oh. Really?

What all works
out eventually?

What?

What all works out
eventually?