All language subtitles for Bones S07E06 The Crack in the Code

- Here at the American
- Heritage Museum,

one word is crucial
when leading tours:

C-R-A-B-- CRAB--

Communicate, Respond, Adjust,
and above all-- Be prepared.

Tourists will ask
stupid questions,

you will know how
to answer them.

Ms. Tillotson...

Do not interrupt.

But...
No.

Lincoln did not do his homework

on the back of a shovel

with a lump of coal.

No, he did not
walk a mile...

Oh, dear God.

Right, okay, great, thanks.

They say they've
cordoned off the museum.

The less the press knows about
this, the better-- trust me.

So, any new listings?

Nothing that
I would live in.

Well, you know, we're running
out of time here, Bones.

I mean, you're due,
what, in six weeks.

We got to find a house.

Well, there is
a simple solution.

No, uh-uh, I need
my man cave.

Then I need
an anthropologist cave.

All right, so we need a
man cave, a girl cave,

and a perfect baby's room
with at least an acre of land.

No wonder we can't
find a house.

Whoa.

Whoa, yeah,
is right.

Whoa, whoa, what,
you all right?

Oh, she just kicked.

She's very strong.
- Okay.

Check the listings again.

I'm looking.

Just want to make sure
we didn't miss anything.

I actually think the Vatican was
in on the Lincoln assassination.

They hated Lincoln
since he defended

a former priest
against the bishop of Chicago.

All righty, it's human blood.

Yeah?
Think it came from him?

The serologist will let us know.
Look,

all I'm saying is
that John Wilkes Booth

was secretly a member

of the Knights of the Golden
Circle, affiliated with Rome.

Okay.

Little friendly advice--
do not mention Booth to Booth.

They are related,
and he'll shoot you.

What do we got here?

Hi.
Hi.

- Hi.
- The killer left a message

in blood.

"Where's the rest of me?"

I assume he's referring
to the rest

of the remains because
Lincoln seems intact.

Do we have a time of
death yet, Dr. Hodgins?

Well, according to the blowfly
eggs in the orbital sockets,

we're looking at about two days.

There is something very strange
about this vertebral column.

Strange how?

The articulating vertebrae

all appear to be
from the same spine, but...

they're in the wrong order.

What, a killer
dissected out the spine

and separated
the vertebrae?

Is that a big deal?

It means detaching all
the intrasegmental ligaments,

the anterior and posterior
longitudinal ligaments,

and the supraspinous
ligament,

not to mention
somehow reattaching them.

Okay, that is a big deal.

Absolutely-- it seems the killer
reassembled the vertebrae,

out of order, on purpose.

He's sending us a message.

♪ Bones 7x06 ♪
The Crack in the Code
Original Air Date on January 12, 2011

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method
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Looks like some kind

of deranged surgeon sewed
this back together.

What is that?

Looks like some kind
of nasty string.

I have a bad feeling
about this,

but I'll wait for
the electrophoresis results

to share it.

Judging by the small skull
and the nuchal crest,

the victim was
a female Caucasian.

Her wisdom teeth

haven't fully erupted,
suggesting she was

in her early 20s.

Okay, bad feeling
officially confirmed.

The string the killer used
is made out of human gut.

Serology results
just came in.

The message the killer left--
"Where's the rest of me?"

Why are you looking at us
like that, Mr. Bray?

Spit it out.

They ran the usual ABO groups,

plus enzyme and protein markers.

And...?

The blood at the scene
isn't from the victim.

It's from five other people.

Five different people?

- Yeah.
- Call the lab,

tell them we need DNA.

Tag it a priority,
and if anyone gives you grief,

tell them to
refer to me.

Exterminators treated
the museum last night?

Yeah, looks
like our killer used

a laser pointer to
burn out the image

from one of the
security cameras.

You see that?
The camera goes out

there at 5:51.

Okay, so the killer

leaves the remains,
writes the message,

gets out before
anyone can spot him.

Right, so we have
one confirmed dead

and, what, five maybes?

What kind of nut bag
does that?

Well, defacing
an iconic American figure

suggests that he craves
attention, right?

And he demands we engage
by posing two mysteries--

one for the public--

"Where's the rest of me?"--

and a more private mystery
for us-- the reordered spine.

Well, if he has something to
say, why doesn't he just say it?

'Cause this way,
he's forcing us

down the path he wants us to go.

It's very manipulative,
meaning high IQ,

which is consistent
with the fact

that he was able
to dissect a spine.

Which tells us
he's comfortable killing people.

Yeah, practice makes perfect.

It's likely that he has
prior offenses.

Booth.

Yeah.

Got a name?

Right.

Great. Thanks.

So one of the guys
on the exterminator crew

has a felony record--
by the name of Sam Sachs.

Okay, we've got the C1 vertebra.

T9, C2, C5, and then the T1,

but with both
transverse processes removed.

Why are we writing
all this down again?

Because the killer
did not reorder

24 articulating vertebrae
just for kicks and giggles,

and that makes this
some kind of cipher,

which means I need
the order written down

before you go running the bony
bits through the wash cycle.

Okay, continuing.

T7...

I'm telling you, my
grandfather would expect me

to know what to do.

I ever tell you
that he was a code breaker

back in World War II, huh?

Worked for Admiral Nimitz.

Mine worked for Colonel Chicken.

What? It's kind of military.
He had a uniform.

The C4...

also has the right
transverse process removed.

It all means something.

I just have to figure out what.

Uh, you sure
I can't grab a smoke?

I'll tell you what--
we'll let you trash your lungs

on your own time.
Come on, man,

just a couple puffs.

You have
quite a record here.

Burglary, car theft.

Maybe one of these guys
out there got some nicotine gum.

No.

Also says here

that you graduated to a couple
pops for violent assault.

That's what we call
a pattern of escalation.

Pattern of what?

Escalation, Sam.

Things just started
to get worse and worse.

Okay, maybe I made a couple bad
moves, but it's a whole new me.

I mean, I have an important job

preserving
our national heritage.

You kill
cockroaches.

Obviously you don't understand
museum hygiene.

Mama roaches-- they have,
like, 40 babies a pop.

They eat the paint,
the wallpaper,

and drop their roach feces

all over
the historical artifacts.

No kidding.

I'm our nation's front line
of defense.

Against roach poop.

It's very stressful,
which is why I need my smokes.

Uh, Agent Booth,
you recall

the, um, profile
we discussed.

Oh, right, he has a higher IQ.

Yeah.

I guess we can let Sam slide
on this one, right?

That's a giant relief.

So can I have my smokes back?

The guy we're looking for
glitched out security cameras

without getting caught on film,

so he definitely knew
of a blind spot.

So I'm assuming you do, too.

Me?

Why, why would I know?

Because I don't think
you can go 15 minutes

without having a cigarette.

You get caught on camera,
you lose your job.

You swear
I won't get in trouble?

We swear.

Okay.

Yeah, there's a blind spot.

I ran her facial reconstruction

through Missing Persons.

Nothing.

It's the DNA results.

This has got to be
some kind of record.

Oh, my God.

Something wrong?

They found a match
for all five blood samples

from the killer's message.

Oh, it's our
lucky day.

No.

The blood is
from five different FBI agents

from the DC field office.

What part of "no
comment" do you not understand?

My source told me

the dead girl's spine was
tied together with human gut.

No comment to that either?

I have a whole bunch
of comments,

and they all have
four letters.

W-W-Whoa, who's this guy?

Ezra Krane--

I'm with the
Washington Standard.

I have questions
about the museum murder.

Great, public affairs,
second floor.

How are newspapers supposed
to compete with the Internet

when you people
won't even throw us a crumb?

We are trying to solve
a brutal murder.

Maybe after that, we can have
a chat about your business plan.

Come on,

just cut me a break, will you?

The paper just laid off
60 people

and I have a wedding next month.

We'll send you a blender.

I have a source, Caroline.

I want a name.
You know I can't do that.

Wait a second, there's
a murderer out there.

If you have information,

you have to hand
that over to me now.

If I name my source,
no one ever talks to me again.

Then leave or I'll arrest you.

Come on, is this
really necessary?

Don't tempt me.

Get lost.

March.
Okay, fine.

Bye.
I'm leaving.

Either we have
a leak, cher,

or the killer is talking
to the press.

We'd better solve this

before the whole thing turns out
to be your fault.

Dr. Brennan, you have
to trust me on this.

This killer is
intelligent, manipulative,

and hungry
for attention.

Also very well
versed in anatomy.

Ooh, here's one that's
in our price range.

"Adorable fixer-upper

with natural landscaping."
No, no, no, no.

That means
a small house with weeds.

Bring your own bulldozer.

Look, the blood at the scene
clearly indicates

he was targeting the FBI.

"Artistic bungalow

with wood-like floors
in secluded setting."

A shack
with purple walls,

cracked linoleum.

Bottom line is, given
your condition, I don't think

that you should be
out in the field.

If the positive adjectives

indicate
irreparable flaws,

then what does "tear down" mean?

I understand-- you're under
a lot of pressure right now.

I... I've been trying to find
Daisy a birthday present,

and the pressure to make
the right purchase is,

is, is nothing
like looking for a house

when you're pregnant,
I know that.

I found the agents

whose blood was
at the scene.

They're all
alive and well.

Did you figure out how
the killer obtained their blood?

FBI blood drive,
two weeks ago.

Okay, well, he's clearly targeting
his rage at the FBI.

He wants us to acknowledge
how smart he is.

Listen, Bones.

This guy is really
dangerous; I don't...

Sweets already explained;
I'm not going out in the field.

Wait... Seriously?

You-you were listening?

Given the demands of a growing
fetus, I'll focus on the lab,

and the real estate section.

We know these vertebrae are some
kind of code, but what kind?

This is crazy.

I don't even know
what we're looking for.

I mean, is the message
numbers or words?

Then don't worry, babe,
we'll get this.

Could be a government
thing, Ange.

We could be uncovering
something huge.

I can't disappoint
my grandfather.

Okay, all right.

What about the total number
of characters?

Does that help any?

Well, there's 48 total,

if you count letters
and numbers that repeat.

And 13 if you don't.

So, what has 13 digits?

An ISBN number.

What if it's a book?

What if there's
a message in a book?

No.

Three of the characters
are letters,

and ISBNs are just numbers.

We could group the numbers
according to strings

that have the same letters.

Maybe.

Okay, uh...

You're guessing now,
and-and you never do that.

Maybe each section is
a different encryption key.

Honey, you're fritzing out.

- Hello? Honey?
- Do you even hear me?

No.

Yes, that's it.

There is no point in him saying
something unless we can hear it.

So the code has to be simple.

Forget encryption keys,
I am totally overthinking this!

Make it disappear.

Back to the drawing
board here, Ange.

Okay.

Dazzle me with
your progress.

Well, I paid a visit
to the museum

and found the security
cam blind spot

the exterminator
was talking about.

Please tell me you found
the killer's driver's license

and a complete set of prints.

No, but I did find this.

Great.

He's minty fresh.
Good to know.

No, no, no, no, no.

Wait'll you see, huh?

Look at what's inside.

It's a homemade laser pointer.

That little thing

disabled the best security
cameras in town?

Yeah, the guy, he completely
MacGyver-ed it.

The diode is from
an old DVD player,

and the switch is
from a toaster.

So, we're looking for a tech
savvy guy who hates the FBI.

Yeah, that's what Sweets said.

I'll get him the
records of every geek

we've put away in
the last two years.

See if he can find one with
motive, means and opportunity.

Make it five years.
I want to be thorough.

'Cause you got
a little Booth coming.

You found a house yet?

Well, we haven't agreed
on that yet.

Oh.
"Oh"?

What do you mean, "oh"?

I figured the "oh" implies
all the potential problems.

Why gild the lily?

Problems?

According to the isotope
profile from her tooth enamel,

the victim grew up in Denmark.

That would explain why we
haven't been able to ID her.

Have Angela forward the
facial reconstruction

to the Danish Embassy.

Meanwhile, we have to
determine cause of death.

I found a particulate

embedded in the anterior
aspect of the T4.

There are also
hairline fractures

on the neural arches.

That could be consistent
with a high velocity injury.

Maybe a gunshot;
it could be a bullet fragment.

A bullet wouldn't explain the
pitting on the vertebral body.

Unless it shattered

a rib into smaller
projectiles.

That's possible, but
I'll need the rest

of the bones to be sure.

Get this to Hodgins to analyze.

Whoa!

They reduced it by how much?

Woo-hoo!

Okay, yeah, do me a favor,
just send me the link, fast.

Possible house?

Hey, real estate agent
said it was perfect.

Right? What do you got?

All right, so, I looked through
the files that Caroline sent,

and there's a hacker named
Christopher Pelant.

Socially marginalized,
IQ off the charts.

In 2009, he took down
the Senate website.

Check it out.

"Where's the website"?

Well, that's his MO.

He's asking a question.

Yeah, and posting
his own face,

totally consistent with our
killer's need for attention.

Then, last year,

he took down the
Department of Defense network.

The FBI convicted him
on multiple charges

of wire fraud and
computer fraud.

Huh, so, he hates us.

Perfect?!

That's not the perfect place.

That's not perfect. Huh?

My car is bigger than that.

It's cozy.
Perfect place...

Well, you know, at least
this Pelant guy is promising.

Mm-hmm. There's one
little issue with him.

No computers or internet,

and I haven't been past
my front door in six months.

Condition of parole.

Right, look at that--
your little electronic tether.

We're checking

with the company
that monitors that.

They ping him every 38 seconds.

When was
the last time that you were

at the National
Historical Museum?

Oh, uh, sixth grade field trip.

I aced history.

What about Biology?

Did you ever,
uh, dissect a person?

You guys think that I killed

that girl at the museum,
don't you?

Sweets here is one
of our better profilers,

and he seems

to think that it's possible.

The dude from
the Washington Standard

said you'd think so.

Ezra Krane?

Yeah! Yeah, yeah.
He covered my trial.

I'll tell you the same thing
I told him when he called:

I'm not a criminal,
I'm a hacktivist.

A hacktivist

that took out DOD's
complete network

and left the U.S.
military defenseless

for, what was it,
three and a half hours?

The company that built
that network got the contract

because of campaign
contributions.

I exposed the corruption.

I'm a patriot.

Soldiers could've died.

That's exactly why I did it.

So, if you're
not supposed

to have computers,
what do you call that?

Ah, it doesn't work.

Some, uh, some dumb-ass
pulled the fan cable

and fried the thing.

Why do you keep it?

Reminder of better days.

Booth.

Right. Thanks.

He's clean.

Monitor company says he
hasn't left the premises.

Keep in touch.

I'm sure it had
to be something simple.

This sucks.
I give up.

Hey, if I'm burning date night
privileges for this,

you don't get to give up.

Remember your grandfather

and the whole
Admiral Nimitz thing.

Should it have been me, we would
have lost the battle of Midway.

All right, let's look
at this another way.

Maybe we try another format.

Hey, what if we're supposed
to assume that the ones

with broken processes
are meant to be read as spaces?

Maybe we should just look
at the numbers.

Yeah, that's worth a try.

Wait a minute, 20166

is the Dulles zip code.

That's a coincidence?

481.

481 is a Justice Department
phone prefix.

I called them
a million times

on Freedom of
Information Act stuff.

So, we have a phone
number and a zip code.

Maybe that middle
part is an address.

The C4.

The C4 was only broken
on the right side.

What if that's the 4 side?

What if we're only supposed
to read it as a C.

3117 C...

3117 C Street?

All right,
reverse directory.

Give me a minute.

Dulles makes it a 571
area code phone number.

Click on the map hyperlink.

That's the
Justice Department

Archive Building.

353 must be a room number.

We solved it.

Hold on, what about

those last four
digits? The 5291?

We'll figure it out.

I gotta call Booth.

Crappy date night...

...excellent crime-solving.

Look, I told you guys,
you're not allowed down here.

We're looking
for room 353.

Look, I've got
to talk to my boss.

You guys have to wait here.

There it is.

Central, this is Andy Lau
down in sector three...

There's a keypad;
you don't think

that could be the last
four number Hodgins found.

Yes, I do.

Hey!

Who the hell gave you that...

What are we even
looking for?

Anything suspicious.

Out of the ordinary.

Just keep your eyes
open, all right?

Think I found some blood.

Blood?

That, uh,

"Where's the rest of me"
question--

I think
we just answered it.

Get those back to the Jeffersonian
as quick as possible.

Bones gets the rest
of the remains.

Hopefully, she'll be
able to figure out

cause of death.
Mm-hmm.

Looks like these are
all criminal case files.

Closed cases?
No, no, no.

It just says
"Investigation Suspended."

Whoa, whoa, wait a second.

There's either open files
or closed files.

What the hell does that mean?

I don't... Oh, hold on.

Um...

Careful with that.
That's evidence.

I know, I know, I'm sorry.

This could just
be very important.

Yes! Score!

What is it? What?

I...

I got Daisy's birthday present.

It's a powder blue Vespa.

It's cute as a button.

You got her a scooter?
Got it

ten cents on the
dollar at the, uh,

U.S. Marshals' auction.
Oh.

They got everything there;
they got boats, cars...

My bad, your plate is full.

Solve murder, buy
house, have baby.

Yeah, go through
the files-- now.

And give me some
of the perp names.

All right.

Colin Freakley.
Freakley.

Daniel Cassutto.

Cassutto-- wait--
Cassutto, he's a CI.

Confidential informant?

Well, check out some of these.

All right, Gino Nicoletta,
Jimmy Valentine...

These are all FBI informants.

Yeah, well, there are
about 20 of these.

Looks like someone decided not
to prosecute their crimes.

Well, maybe Headquarters feels

it's worth letting them
slide on the small stuff

in order to, you know,
solve the bigger crimes.

No, this isn't small stuff.

These are major felonies.

Drug trafficking, extortion.

Mm-hmm.
Fraud.

Yeah, if I was one
of their victims,

I'd do pretty much anything
to call attention to this.

There's additional pitting
and microfractures

to the posterior of
the ribs and sternum.

Damage to the inside
of front and back?

What'd she do?

Explode from the inside?

How is that possible?

Well, anything is
possible, Mr. Bray,

except finding
affordable housing

in the District of Columbia.

King of the Cipher
is on a roll.

I got results back
on that particle

you found embedded in the bones.

It' s camphor.

They use that in fireworks.

So?

There's damage to the inside
of both front and back ribs.

Did the killer shove some
kind of homemade explosive

down her throat?

Well, there's only one way
to find out.

I'm gonna kill
this man.

You should record
me saying that

so you have the
evidence to arrest me.

My source reports that
the rest of the museum

victim's remains were discovered

in a secret file room.

They point
a bloody virtual finger

at wrongdoings by the FBI.

Can you believe this?

How the hell did he find out
about the archives?

All he'll say is
that he got a phone call.

From who?

I have no idea, but I fully
intend to kill them, too.

Why is this man

wearing an Easter egg
on his head?

'Cause he got his
girlfriend a Vespa.

A Vespa?

Yeah, I was just making sure

it's comfortable. Sorry.

Did you finish going
through the CI files?

Yeah. The worst of the bunch
is Daniel Cassutto.

He ran a real estate scam.

One of his victims
committed suicide

right in front of his daughter--
a woman named Sophia Berman.

You have any shrink-y goodness
to sprinkle on that one?

Suicide of a parent
is a serious motivator,

and Berman is head of I.T.
at a local hospital, so...

That would give her
technical expertise.

And a place to
rearrange a spine.

Go get her.
All right.

And get that thing out of here.

So, we covered a skeleton
in processed meat...

Simulate
soft tissue.

And the wet suit
simulates skin.

We should be able to determine
whether an internal explosion

caused the unusual damage
to the inside of the victim's bones.

I just want to be clear that
I'm only going along with this

out of fondness
for Mr. Lincoln.

We'll take it.

Help me with this?

Hey...

Ready?

Now put the explosive
in his chest cavity.

Fire in the bones!

Five, four,

three, two,

one!

I'm gonna, I'm gonna...
Yeah. Mm-hmm.

check it.
Careful. That'd be good.

That'd be good.

Wendell, why don't
you check it.

I... I'm not
wearing gloves.

Whew!

Good. Good.

Thanks for seeing us,

Ms. Berman.
I can't believe you people

finally want to talk
about Daniel Cassutto.

So you think that Cassutto
defrauded your father?

Oh, I know it.

Cleared out my father's pension,
life insurance, everything.

I reported it, and you people
didn't do a damn thing.

So you blame the FBI that
your father committed suicide?

Last month I wanted to take
my father out to dinner

and cheer him up.

When I got there, he was
sitting in the den with a gun.

He told me
he was sorry,

then he pulled the trigger.

I saw the top
of his head come off.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.
You made it happen.

You didn't prosecute Cassutto
because he works for you.

Uh,
the museum killer

went to a lot of trouble

to bring public attention
to this, Sophia.

What, you think I did that?

This another way for the FBI
to cover their ass?

How'd you find out
that Cassutto,

uh, was an informant?

I got a call.

Couple days after
my father killed himself.

From a journalist

at the Washington
Standard.

Someone who cared.

Ezra Krane?

Yeah.

He was trying to do a story
on FBI corruption,

but the editor wouldn't print it

because it didn't
have any juice.

Excuse me.

Well, it has
a lot of juice now.

What do you got?

Based on Brennan's
strontium isotope information,

I forwarded
the facial reconstruction

to the Danish Embassy.
They I.D. her?

Yeah. Yeah, a girl
named Inger Johannsen.

Local family went out of town
for a couple of months,

and she was
house-sitting for them.

Well, that makes sense--
you know, the killer

needed a body, so he picked
a girl that no one's gonna miss.

Yeah.
That's pretty cold, right?

Yeah, pretty cold.
It's horrible.

So text me
where she was staying.

Will do.

This is a nice neighborhood.

Maybe you guys
could find a house here.

Ah, we might be done looking.

So you're just gonna live
with Dr. Brennan?

No, no-- I may
have found a place.

What?! Really?

Yeah.
Congratulations!

Let's check around back,
all right?

Wait,

we're in the middle
of an investigation--

when do you have time
to get a house?

Let's just say your Vespa
gave me the idea.

Oh, seriously?
The auction?

I don't think
anyone's home.

Look, I haven't
told Bones yet,

so if you say anything,
we're finished.

What is it?

Oh, wow.

Is that what I...
Yeah.

This is where she was killed.

Look at that.

He knew we would find this.

He's playing with us.

Based on the tissue
in the Jacuzzi,

Dr. Saroyan believes the murder
occurred Sunday night.

Doing okay, Bones?

I'm frustrated.

I saw multiple properties today,
none of which were even close.

Well, I may have
found a place.

- Really?
- Yeah.

But the thing is,
the owner, you know,

has just a little bit of
a questionable history.

What kind of questionable?
Let's just say

his new address
is Leavenworth.

Oh. So...

we'd be acquiring the home
of a convicted criminal?

Yeah, you're right.
Forget it.

That's no place
for our kid.

- Never mind. Forget it.
- Why?

When the Dani of New Guinea
defeated the Amungme tribesmen,

the Dani valued the huts
of their vanquished enemy

as symbols of their mightiness.

Right. So the crook who lives
in the hut that I found

is like... you could say,
our vanquished enemy.

Yes. His hut would be
a symbol of our mightiness.

Huh.

- A mighty hut, huh?
- Yeah.

Well, it's not actually a hut, is it?

Booth.

I just finished talking

to Inger Johannsen's parents.

The girl never hurt a fly.

Oh, that's rough.
Any way you cut the sandwich,

Ezra Krane knows something--
he's just not talking.

Okay, well, you want me
to bring him in?

You know me so well, cher.

Threaten him with
conspiracy and obstruction.

Make the son of a bitch hurt;
just don't leave any marks.

Well, much as I'd like,

you know, I'm not gonna be
beating him up, Caroline.

I know, I know.

But a girl can dream, cher.

Once we scan the bones,

the computer can
predict scenarios

consistent with
the damage?

Yeah. Now, these
highlights...

...here, these indicate
skeletal trauma.

Now the program
will compute trajectories.

- Cool.
- Yeah.

So you
two really thought

that blowing up a scuba suit
was gonna work, huh?

It did-- we determined that
Inger Johannsen absolutely

did not die from explosives
shoved down her throat.

Great.

Okay, now the computer

should tell us what caused
the internal injuries.

- A gunshot.
- But there is no bullet.

Yeah, a contact gunshot
without a bullet.

Doesn't make any sense;
what does that even mean?

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
wh-what just happened?

I think I smell
something.

Oh, my God.

No.

♪

I can't wait to hear
where this is going.

You're making my story
better all the time.

Who told you about
the informant files?

He didn't give a name.

When did this mysterious
source contact you?

Yesterday.
Now, you called

Sophia Berman and Chris Pelant.

It's almost like you knew
everything before they did.

Wait a minute.

Suddenly I'm a person
of interest here?

Oh, you're not interesting;
you're just a suspect.

You've got nothing on me.

I know what your profile says,

and I don't fit it.

You're smart enough
to know that.

You needed a big story
bad enough to make one.

If you're trying to scare me
into naming my source,

it's not gonna work.

I don't think you have a source.

I think you killed that girl
in order to save your career.

Where were you between the
hours of 5:00 and 6:00 a.m.

when those remains
were found in the museum?

Alone in bed, asleep.
Two weeks ago,

the FBI had a blood drive--
where were you then?

At home writing.
Alone?

Are you actually trying
to pin this on me?

No, I'm just trying
to catch a killer,

and if it just
so happens to be you, pal,

that's just gravy.

Okay, we figured out
what killed her.

It's a bang stick.

Divers use it for sharks.

That thing can kill someone?

Okay. That's a yes.
The killer

must have shoved it
into her abdomen

beneath the rib cage and fired.

Hey. So it turned out

the malware killed our fans.

They're supposed
to turn on when the CPU

reaches 75 degrees,
but the malware added a zero

and made it 750.
How did this malware

get past our firewall?

Well, it didn't--
it originated in my computer.

Wait, but it wouldn't
have gotten in there

unless you had downloaded something.
Yeah.

Or uploaded.

All you uploaded were
the scans of those bones.

Are you telling me

that there's a computer virus
in the bones?

I have no idea
how this happened,

but it is the only explanation.

I need Dr. Brennan
to look at the bones now.

These are all of the bones that
you scanned into the computer?

Yeah. Wendell swears there's
no microchips, nothing.

There's a roughness.

Is it pitting from
the fatal explosion?

I don't think so.
Hand me the bottle

of edicol dye and a brush.

Oh, my God.

What?

It's some kind
of fractal pattern.

Whoever did this
wrote malware on bone

that-that took down a million
bucks' worth of computers.

Who would know how to do that?

A computer genius
who wants us to know

that he doesn't need a computer.

Pelant.

But he has an ankle monitor.

I'm telling you,
this guy is a genius.

Man walking his dog spotted
him about an hour ago.

I wanted you to
get the full effect.

Okay, lower it down.

Slowly, gently.

Gently.

Wow.

Okay, let me guess.

Security cameras
were disabled?

You got it.

Okay. You got him?

Wow.

Careful, careful.

He's got no face.

Oh!
Ew.

Well, powder burns
at the base of the skull

are consistent
with a bang stick,

same thing
that killed Inger Johannsen.

Check his pockets,
will you?

Ezra Krane.

This is not the outcome
I was hoping for...

exactly.

How long has he been dead?

Still warm.
Less than four hours?

Someone really didn't want
Ezra Krane

to reveal his source.

Let's make sure we get secure
transportation for this body.

Well, we have fresh remains.

Whoever did this--
we'll get him.

This is ridiculous.

The body left the scene
over two hours ago.

I watched it get loaded onto
the coroner's van myself.

Should I call Caroline again?

You've already called her twice.

I got some very strange results
back on the skull wound swab.

There's traces
of thorium dioxide.

It's used
in heat-resistant ceramics,

like gas lamps
and old vacuum tubes.

The same kind of vacuum tubes
they use in old computers?

Actually, yeah,

now that you mention it.

Didn't Booth say
that Pelant had an old computer?

Yes,

but he's also got
that ankle monitor.

The killer

made a cipher out of spine,

and he wrote malware on bone,

and-and he killed two people

with blanks and a curtain rod.

I think he can get
around an ankle monitor.

Pelant did this, Cam.
He did it.

Call Dr. Brennan.

Your body won't be
arriving any time soon.

Why?

The coroner's van left the scene
with a Metro PD escort,

but they got a radio call
ordering them

to reroute to the medical
examiner's office, where

there was paperwork ordering
the body transferred

to DC Memorial.

DC Memorial
also had paperwork.

Only theirs said
that the autopsy was complete,

and that infectious tissue
was found.

Oh, my God.
The protocol.

What? What protocol?

Once autopsies are complete,

bodies with infectious tissue
are cremated as medical waste.

A set of orders were passed down
through channels

that even the Almighty Himself
would need an atlas

and a double shot of bourbon
to navigate.

He thinks he's smarter than us.

He may be right.

I don't know anyone
smarter than I am.

Well, they didn't say that
he was, just that he might be.

Okay?

Pelant's parole officer's
bringing him in, which is good.

He's resourceful.

That doesn't make him
smarter than I am.

Primitive hunters
were resourceful.

Oh, you know, he did
manage to get gunpowder

for his bang stick
without leaving tracks.

That's pretty resourceful.

He could have used
putrefied urine.

It's an excellent source
of potassium nitrate.

Right.
Oh, so you're saying

that sometimes something
that stinks has the potential

to be turned into something--

I don't know-- valuable?

Are you talking about
putrefied urine or a mighty hut?

Both.

Lot of trouble

carting that thing in here.

Why'd you do that, Agent Booth?

My guys took a look.

Turns out there's
a vacuum tube missing.

Yeah? That's a drag. It's going
to be tough to replace.

Especially since
I can't get online.

That seems like

a pretty minor obstacle
for a man

who can write
a computer virus on bone.

Mm, mm, no, not virus.

The word
you're looking for is "worm."

It's a common mistake.

So, you don't deny it.

Why deny the impossible?

This sends a signal every

38 seconds
to the monitoring company,

and the records will show
that I never left my house.

I talked to them.
He's right.

You can charge me,
you can charge me,

but-but what jury is going
to believe that I killed a girl,

cut her up, and then dumped her
in the museum,

all in 38 seconds?

You did it,

but you couldn't have done it.

It's quantum
indeterminacy.

I knew you'd say that.

I have a lot of time
on my hands,

so I've read all
the court transcripts

where you guys gave testimony.

You are not gonna get away
with this, pal.

Actually, it kind of
looks like he is.

It's the giant flaw
in our system.

Trying to make the system
secure, we make it more complex.

But the more complex we make it,

the more insecure
we actually are.

Wow.

It turns out
I'm not a complex guy.

I'm a simple guy,
and simple guys

always take down guys
like you.

Tell his guard he's ready to go.

Thanks.

Give Jack Hodgins my regards.

I knew he'd enjoy the code
in the spine.

♪ Once the feeling comes

♪ You play the part

♪ Break the heart
till you feel alive ♪

♪ Scratch through the ceiling
you love ♪

♪ To have your fun
behind the gun ♪

♪ Till the fever dies

♪ And there's something
at work here ♪

♪ There's something at work
here ♪

♪ There's something
at work here ♪

♪ Dark circles
around your body ♪

♪ Soon you'll be stealing from

♪ The odds and ends
who once were friends ♪

♪ Now you demonize

♪ Back to meaning of

♪ The way you are

♪ You crash the car

♪ To make the fever rise

♪ And there's something
at work here ♪

♪ There's something at work
here ♪

♪ There's something
at work here ♪

♪ Dark circles
around your body ♪

♪ Shiftless inside your guise

♪ Well, lay the card

♪ That bears upon
what used to be a lie... ♪

We will get him, Booth.

It might take time,
but he is not smarter than I am.

Right.

Just be careful
in here, all right?

I don't want you to trip...

Oh!

Light around here
somewhere-- I got it.

Booth?
Yeah?

The mighty hut
appears to be leaking.

I'll be able to patch that.

Listen, I told you,
this place needs a lot of work,

so you have
to use your imagination.

Huh?

Right?

Uh-huh.

Oh, my God, Booth.

Right.

Uh, look, it's
no big deal.

You know what? I can get
my security deposit back.

It was only one month's salary.
It's not gonna kill me.

You don't want
to go over there.

That part kind of blew up.

It's where the marshals
breached. I'm sorry.

This is a bad idea.
I messed up.

It's perfect.

What?

I can see the bones, Booth.

The bones of the house.

It's going to be wonderful.

You mean that?

The beams
and the doorways appear

to be structurally sound,

and the proportions
are very pleasing.

I can imagine it whole.

So can I.

There's a backyard,

there's room for a swing...
a tree house!

Where-Where's the baby's room?

Oh, you're gonna love it.
Okay, it's this way.

Be careful walking
around, all right?

Look, it's right here.

It's right next to our room,
okay? So we can be close to her.

And we're gonna rip that wall
out, and it's gonna be huge.

Oh, we could plant a cherry
blossom tree outside the window.

Anything. Yes, we can.

I-I already talked
to Wendell, and he...

you know, he needs the work,
so, we'll get this place

in decent shape
before this baby arrives.

We have a house, Booth.

You found our house.

We have a home.

Oh! Oh, could you
feel that? She kicked!

I think she's trying to tell you
that she likes her room.

- You think?
- Yeah.

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