Bones: The Beginning in the End
August 31st 2010 05:45
In the Season 5 finale, the team works on a hoarding case, Angela’s dad puts Hodgins to the test, Bones realizes she doesn’t want to be around death so much anymore, and when chooses to leave the Jeffersonian, Booth gets called back to the Army and takes the offer. Meanwhile, Sweets and Daisy break up because she would rather go work with Bones in Indonesia without him, and Hodgins and Angela decide to go to France, seeing as how everyone else is leaving.
As Bones is getting ready to board her plane at the airport, Booth shows up in his army fatigues. He couldn’t get a day pass so he had to sneak away. He takes her hand. They agree to meet by the reflecting pool one year from today. Booth turns and leaves. Bones watches him go.
BONES: Victim is male... in his 40s.
BOOTH: That's all you got? I mean, usually you have just a list of specifics I don't even understand.
BONES: I'm very distracted.
BOOTH: Yeah, I bet you are with all the junk here.
BONES: No, not that. You probably heard about the full set of interspecies hominid remains that were found in the Maluku Islands.
BOOTH: No, I missed that one. Where's Mypoopoo?
BONES: Maluku. Indonesia. Anyway, this could be a crucial link in the evolutionary chain.
BOOTH: Could be huge, I bet. But what about the 40 year-old dead guy here?
~*~*~
BOOTH: Oh, not one of those guys.
BONES: What guys?
BOOTH: A hoarder.
BONES: This is an anthropological microcosm of this man's life.
BOOTH: How are we gonna find any pertinent evidence in all this crap?
BONES: All this "crap" is evidence, Booth.
~*~*~
SWEETS: Disposophobics.
BOOTH: What's that?
SWEETS: It's the psychiatric term for those who hoard. These photos indicate that the victim was a level five hoarder.
BOOTH: Five out of ten?
SWEETS: No, out of five.
BOOTH: Well, things are usually out of ten. They should be out of ten. (He glances up to see that Colonel Dan Pelant is staring at him. It clearly makes him uncomfortable.)
SWEETS: But level five is extremely severe. You'd be classified as a level one.
BOOTH: Me?
SWEETS: Yeah. I've seen your office, your apartment. You cling.
BOOTH: I don't cling, okay? I collect things. It's a big difference.
~*~*~
BOOTH: I'm not talking to you. This is me not talking to you. (starts to walk away)
PELANT: We're losing men every day, men who don't have to die and wouldn't if you trained them. Your country needs you.
BOOTH: Oh, no. Don't say that word. I served my country, Colonel.
~*~*~
SWEETS: So have you found anything that points to the killer?
HODGINS: No, not unless he was trying to hoard the hoarder's hoard.
~*~*~
SWEETS: We're on the third floor! How does a snake get in here?
HODGINS: Probably followed the bats, rats, mice, squirrels, and fleas.
~*~*~
HODGINS: (glances out the window) He's back.
SWEETS: Who's back?
HODGINS: Angela's father. (Glances at Sweets then back at the window. Angela’s father is gone.) Okay, I saw him down there. I know you do not believe me, but I saw him.
SWEETS: No, I totally believe you. The man carries a black cat bone in his back pocket.
HODGINS: Oh, God help me.
~*~*~
BONES: Who was that soldier?
BOOTH: Oh, just, uh, just an old army buddy of mine.
BONES: You didn't look like buddies.
BOOTH: What, all of a sudden, you can tell stuff like that?
BONES: Well, you've taught me to be more observant of human interaction. I can also tell that you're reluctant to be honest about your real relationship with him. (She opens the envelope and takes out the papers, reading them quickly before glancing back up at him.) Secretary of Defense? They want you to go back into the Army? As a Sergeant Major? Wait. I thought you were a Master Sergeant.
BOOTH: They're just trying to tempt me with a promotion, but, you know, I'm not going.
BONES: This lists your commendations. You were really good at being a soldier. Why do they want you back?
BOOTH: Yeah, you know, they just think that my experience as an FBI agent and a sniper in the first Gulf War...
BONES: You could train soldiers in techniques for tracking and apprehending insurgents.
BOOTH: Yeah, well, I'm real happy tracking and catching murderers right here.
BONES: They say you could save lives.
BOOTH: Course they're gonna say that. It's the Army. They say that cause that's what they want.
BONES: You don't think you'd save lives?
BOOTH: Well, yeah, but I mean, anyone would in that position.
BONES: Not everybody is as good as you.
BOOTH: I served my country, and I have a kid here. I got responsibilities, all right? I'm not going to Afghanistan, and you're not going to the Makapoopoo Islands.
BONES: Maluku.
BOOTH: Right. Exactly. You know what? We have our jobs here, right? Yeah.
~*~*~
BONES: What separates what I do here from what this man did?
ANGELA: So going to Malulu is worth more?
BONES: Maluku. Yes. The murders will never stop, but this find has real, finite value. I'd be able to answer questions about our origin, evolutionary track. It has implications for history, science.
ANGELA: Listen, you're allowed to make life changes without picking a fight with your old life.
BONES: But I need a break from my life. I'm worried all the time. Worried that Booth might get hurt on a case, and I couldn't prevent it, worried... about what our partnership means.
ANGELA: So you want to get away from Booth?
BONES: No. It's just... I just need some perspective so that I can view my life with some objectivity.
ANGELA: Have you talked to him about it?
BONES: The Army wants Booth to go to Afghanistan. To train soldiers in the apprehension of terrorists.
ANGELA: I—Is he going to go?
BONES: Even though he said he wasn't, it felt like he wanted to. Perhaps it's all for the best.
ANGELA: You two at opposite ends of the world? (She scoffs.) No, I don't think so.
~*~*~
PARKER: Mom said the Army called our house, looking for you.
BOOTH: I'm not in the Army anymore, Bub. I'm out, okay? I made a decision to stay with the FBI to be with you all the time.
PARKER: So... it's my fault?
BOOTH: What's your fault?
PARKER: It's my fault people will die?
BOOTH: No. That's-that's not what I meant.
PARKER: I want you to save lives.
BOOTH: Yeah, well I do that here.
PARKER: No, here you catch people that kill other people. There you would make it so people won't die. Isn't that better?
~*~*~
ANGELA'S DAD: You're not afraid of me, are you?
HODGINS: You? No.
ANGELA'S DAD: Good. So now that you're family, I'm gonna have to go ahead here and uh, ask you for a favor.
HODGINS: Anything for family….Dad.
~*~*~
SWEETS: So, Daisy's going to, uh, Indonesia. She doesn't really care if I go with her.
HODGINS: Oooh. Ouch.
BOOTH: Sweets, no offense, but you might be better off without her.
SWEETS: Dr. Brennan was asked to head up the expedition. Will you be better off without her?
BOOTH: Excuse me?
SWEETS: Daisy told me.
BOOTH: No, Bones is not going anywhere.
HODGINS: If it's any consolation, Angela's dad got cheated out of his car in a card game with some bikers and he wants me to steal it back.
~*~*~
DAISY: This machine would be very useful on the Maluku Islands.
BONES: I've already suggested it to the organizers.
DAISY: So you're coming?
BONES: Agent Booth and I are partners. I have to discuss it with him first.
DAISY: He's probably going to go be a big hero in Afghanistan.
BONES: He says he doesn't want to go.
DAISY: Lance said that Booth has the psyche of a true warrior. That it's a miracle he hasn't gone back long before this. Maybe you're holding him back the same way he's holding you back. (Off Bones’s look.) I shouldn't have said that. But sometimes my mouth just has a mouth of its own.
~*~*~
ANGELA: Okay, what I did was modify my mass-recognition program--patent pending--to scan the photographic reconstruction of the crime scene to find areas of comparatively less chaos.
HODGINS: Awesome.
CAM: You understand what she's saying?
HODGINS: Not in the least, but I'm so turned on by her brain. I'd like to see her brain totally naked.
SWEETS: That's a terrible image. It's just terrible.
~*~*~
BOOTH: So, Bones, here we are. What's all the mystery about?
BONES: I've been offered the chance to head up the Maluku Island project.
BOOTH:: Yeah, I heard. Daisy told Sweets and Sweets told me.
BONES: Oh. I'd like to accept.
BOOTH: Hmmm. I thought you already had.
BONES: We've been partners for five years, Booth. I wouldn't make a decision like this without talking to you.
BOOTH: Bones, look, you don't need my permission. Okay, it's-it's cool.
BONES: You say that, but you won't look at me. You're the one who taught me the value of making eye contact. So, please...?
BOOTH: (He looks at her.) I'm sorry. I just... I don't do really good with change, I guess.
BONES: Well, you're better than I am.
BOOTH: The pyramids are better at change than you are. (Off her look) It was a joke. Hey, I was being affectionate.
BONES: Oh. (Laughs) Will you go back to the Army?
BOOTH: It's what's best for me right now.
BONES: I'll only be gone for a year.
BOOTH: Me, too. Right. So, hey, what's a year?
BONES: It's the time it takes the Earth to make a full revolution around the sun.
BOOTH: In the scheme of things. You know, the grand scheme. Just saying, a year is just, you know... it's not too bad.
BONES: Right.
BOOTH: Right?
BONES: We can come back, pick up where we left off. Nothing really has to change.
BOOTH: No, things have to change. You know what? Hey, I taught you about eye contact, you taught me about evolution. So... here's to change.
(They touch their coffee cups together)
BONES: To change.
~*~*~
CAM: We have our motive. Now we just have to find the person who collects radioactive Hobbits.
~*~*~
SWEETS: How are you going to get past the dogs?
HODGINS: I don't know.
SWEETS: How are you going to start the car?
HODGINS: I don't know.
SWEETS: How are you going to get the car through the gate?
HODGINS: I don't know.
SWEETS: How are you going to evade the angry bikers?
HODGINS: Oh, I haven't got a clue.
SWEETS: Okay, good plan. What do I do?
HODGINS: Survive and tell the story of my love.
SWEETS: This wall is high.
HODGINS: Nah. No problemo. (He falls off onto the other side, groans)
SWEETS: Are you okay? What happened?
HODGINS: Just gravity.
~*~*~
HODGINS: Uh... what do I do?
ANGELA'S DAD: It's been my experience, if you drive at 'em, people clear out the way.
~*~*~
CAM: Are you really leaving the Jeffersonian?
BONES: Yes. For a year. I can provide you with a list of forensic anthropologists who can do this job.
CAM: No, Dr. Brennan. You can provide me with a list of forensic anthropologists.
BONES: I don't know what that means.
~*~*~
ANGELA: Yeah. So, Brennan's going to Indonesia with Daisy.
HODGINS: : Not talking about that. (He opens the car door for Angela.)
ANGELA: Well... (laughs) Sweets and Daisy--they're gonna break up.
HODGINS: Not talking about that, either.
ANGELA: Booth is going to Afghanistan.
HODGINS: Not gonna touch that one. (walks around the car, gets in on the driver's side.)
ANGELA: You and I will be staying here.
HODGINS: No. We... are not.
ANGELA: Oh, really? And where are we going?
HODGINS: Nous allons a Paris.
ANGELA: Oh, for our honeymoon?
HODGINS: No. For a year. Because I have no desire to break in a new forensic anthropologist and an FBI agent, do you?
ANGELA: No. (Laughing.) I do not. Well, everything's changing, huh?
HODGINS: Yeah.
ANGELA: What do you think's gonna happen?
HODGINS: Not sure. But I do know that we'll be together.
~*~*~
DAISY: Lancelot, do you hate me?
SWEETS: No, Daisy. No. (kisses her.)
DAISY: Do you think you'll wait for me? That would be really romantic.
SWEETS: I don't think so. I don't think you should wait for me, either.
~*~*~
CAM: I've really enjoyed working for you, Dr. Brennan.
BONES: In fact, Dr. Saroyan, I worked for you.
CAM: We both know better. (Hugs Bones, Hodgins steps up.)
HODGINS: Okay, I made you this chart of all the poisonous reptiles and insects, what they look like, how to avoid them, and what to do if you get stung or bitten, so...
BONES: Thank you, Dr. Hodgins. I love you, too.
HODGINS: Wow.
BONES: Booth informed me that proffering of overly solicitous advice is indicative of love.
HODGINS: Wow. (He steps back, Angela steps forward.)
BONES: Angela. (She hugs her.)
ANGELA: Hey, Sweetie. I hope you find something that just changes the entire notion of what it means to be human.
BONES: I will.
~*~*~
BOOTH: Sorry. Couldn't get a pass. I had to sneak off the base to come say good-bye. Listen, Bones, you got to be really careful in that Indonesian jungle, okay?
BONES: Booth, in a week, you're going to a war zone. Please don't be a hero. Please just... don't be you.
BOOTH: (He steps closer…reaches out and takes her hand) One year from today…we meet at the reflecting pool on the mall. Right by the—
BONES: --coffee cart. I know. One year from today.
(They stare at each other a long moment, then Booth turns, his hand slips from hers as he walks away. Bones watches him go.)
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