Bones: The End in the Beginning
October 7th 2009 19:51
Season 4 Finale
While recovering from his brain surgery, Booth has a coma dream where he’s married to Bones, they own a nightclub, and all the Squints are there in various night-club like roles. Sweets sings, Hodgins is the crime writer, and Zack returns. When Booth wakes up, and Bones tells him he was in a coma, he just stares at her a moment, then asks, “Who are you?”
HODGINS: (Narrating) People say you only live once, but are as wrong about that, as they are about everything. In the darkest moments before dawn a woman returns to her bed. What life is she leading? Is it the same life the woman was leading half an hour ago? A day ago? A year ago? Who is this man? Do they lead separate lives, or is it a single life shared? A storm approaches. A still over the horizon, but there is lightning in the air. Are either of them aware of the gathering turbulence? Can the feel the crackling of electricity in the wind? Or are they only aware of the power they generate between themselves?...The first hint of the storm is not a thunderclap. It is a knock…. She has never seen a dead body before… He was in the Army and has seen too many.
~*~*~
BONES: Do you love me?
BOOTH: Yeah. Do you want me to prove it to you?
BONES: Mmm, if you’re not too sleepy…(Booth kisses her)
~*~*~
BOOTH: Ooh, I love when you do that.
~*~*~
BONES: What’s going on?
BOOTH: Aah! There’s my robe!
CAM: A body was found at your nightclub.
~*~*~
ZACK: They found him laying in the bathroom.
BONES: Is it terrible?
FISHER: Uh when Zack saw it he, he screamed. I heard him from the kitchen.
ZACK: Yelped, not screamed.
~*~*~
ZACK: I was taken aback!
FISHER: Yeah, it was a scream.
~*~*~
CAROLINE: I know you all worked late last night. Maybe short on sleep, but I need to prepare you for what happens next. Anybody not heard about our murder? *they shake their heads* Good, cuz you are all suspects.
~*~*~
WENDELL: Zack screamed when he saw the body, so he’s off the hook, right?
ZACK: Yelped!
FISHER: He screamed like Slutty Girl #1 in a teen horror flick.
CAROLINE: From here on in you do not answer questions you don’t get asked!
~*~*~
CAM: You’re the hostess, you see everyone who comes in.
ANGELA: Uh maybe if you had a picture of him alive, I don’t have a very visual imagination.
~*~*~
CAM: Why would crooked politician tell you about not getting a pay off?
SWEETS: I’m a bartender, I’m practically a phycologist.
~*~*~
ANGELA: Miss Julian warned us that you have to make an arrest in this case, and I just wanna say that just because Jared Booth and I went out on a couple of dates, and he cannot accept the fact that it is going nowhere, does not mean that I should go to jail.
JARED: Didn’t your lawyer tell you not to answer any questions you weren’t asked?
~*~*~
CAM: Wow, what they said about you was true!
BONES: What’s that?
CAM: That you’re kind of a cold fish.
BONES: Well if by cold fish you mean pragmatic and rational, then that’s what I am.
CAM: No I meant more like somebody when a human being is murdered cares more about reopening the club than capturing the murderer.
BONES: Well, I have my job, and you have yours.
~*~*~
BONES: So this is blackmail.
CAM: You pride yourself on being pragmatic, I figured you’d appreciate the logic.
~*~*~
BONES: Cam says everybody thinks I’m a cold fish.
BOOTH: Nah, what you are is Iceland. Cold to the touch, but underneath you’re all volcano.
BONES: (laughs) I don’t like people thinking that I’m a cold fish.
BOOTH: Look if you were really a cold fish, you wouldn’t care.
BONES: You used logic on me. That’s sweet.
~*~*~
BONES: Cam says the reason I didn’t hear the gunshot is because I’m cheating on you.
BOOTH: Oh well, Jared thinks I’m, you know, the killer, and he’s helping me get away with it.
BONES: So you’re a murderer, I’m unfaithful…we are a very exciting couple.
~*~*~
BOOTH: Hello, you’ve reached Bonnie and Clyde.
BONES: Murderers Incorporated.
~*~*~
ZACK: Why do you have a gun?
VINCENT: Oh! I’m English, alright. We don’t use guns. We use our foreheads. What you’ve most likely picked up is the murder weapon.
~*~*~
SWEETS: It’s hard to believe that someone was murdered just over there.
HODGINS: Means nothing to me, a best-selling pulp crap crime novelist. I trade in death daily.
~*~*~
CLARK: Be glad you’re a pasty white albino, Vinny.
~*~*~
BOOTH: .38, right? Matches the murder weapon.
BONES: Zack touched it.
~*~*~
VINCENT: I’m not going to fair well in jail. I’m lovely.
BOOTH: Don’t worry Vincent, I’ll bail you out. (Bones clears her throat) You too, Zack.
~*~*~
HODGINS: No Vincent, no DJ. No DJ, no entertainment. You carpe your diem, bub.
SWEETS: You mean the band?
HODGINS: Get the girl to smack the tambourine, and maybe you’ve got a shot.
SWEETS: You mean Angela?
HODGINS: Of course I don’t mean Angela. You don’t stand a chance with Angela. Her. gestures towards Daisy) Pansy, or Buttercup…
SWEETS: Daisy?
~*~*~
ARASTOO: Good business, like a good marriage, is outwardly boring.
~*~*~
WENDELL: The dead guy, chats me up last night.
BOOTH: OK, why didn’t you tell the police?
WENDELL: Creepy old guy trespassing around our club during the night. I know what I’d do if I caught him.
BOOTH: …Did you catch him?
WENDELL: … Nope, did you? Cuz until I get the specific answer to that question, my loyalty is with you.
BOOTH: I didn’t catch him, but I appreciate your loyalty.
~*~*~
SWEETS: Hey, Booth, Bren, heard about Vincent being arrested. Can my band audition?
BONES: No.
BOOTH: C’mon, what’s the harm? Be ready in one hour, pal.
SWEETS: Yes! You won’t be disappointed.
(Sweets leaves)
BONES: Why?
BOOTH: I’ve got a soft spot for the kid.
BONES: We are made of soft spots.
~*~*~
ANGELA: Hey! Awkward, very awkward. Awkward.
BONES: Angela, what is awkward?
~*~*~
BONES: Why are you showing this to me?
ANGELA: Because if I show it to Mr. B, his head will explode. You’re a cooler customer.
BONES: I’m not a cold fish, I’m Iceland.
~*~*~
BONES: People know the best way to hurt him,
MAX: Is to hurt you.
~*~*~
CAM: Max likes to say he works for the Gravedigger, makes him scary.
JARED: Exactly, so forget the Gravedigger.
~*~*~
SWEETS: Hey, so, uh, we’re Gormogon, um, I mean, the name of the band is Gormogon. Some people think that I’m Gormogon, but I’m not, it’s like how there’s no-one named “Floyd” in Pink Floyd…
BOOTH: Just play, Sweets.
SWEETS: Yeah, ok…(starts to play)
BONES: “Gormogon” is a stupid name. What does it even mean?
~*~*~
ANGELA: Man, I’m telling you, I’m looking at Sweets in a totally different way!
HODGINS: Really?
~*~*~
DAISY: (VO) You’re really good.
SWEETS: (VO) Oh, stop.
~*~*~
WENDELL: What’s going on, boss.
BOOTH: Oh, I’ve got a meeting with an angry gang-banger in the alley. Why?
~*~*~
BOOTH: Uh, we got “The Crue”.
ANGELA: What crew?
~*~*~
DAISY: Well, Lance’s songs were so romantic, which made me amorous…
~*~*~
BOOTH: Should I be upset that everyone thinks that we’re murderers, or just happy that everyone’s trying to help us get away with it?
BONES: You should recognize that everything they do to try to help just makes us look more guilty! Especially you.
BOOTH: Why me?
BONES: Because you are strong enough to bash his head into the wall and I’m not.
~*~*~
BOOTH: My brother killed a man to save my wife. What are we gonna do?
BONES: Do? We thank him and shut-up.
BOOTH: Bren, this is murder!
BONES: It’s more like a rescue.
BOOTH: Not everything is just so clear to you!
BONES: It is this time.
BOOTH: I don’t think I can live with this.
~*~*~
BONES: Well, you know that glass of wine that we share every night?
BOOTH: Yeah…
BONES: I have to stop that.
BOOTH: Oh c’mon, Bren. Just because you have one glass of wine every night with your husband, doesn’t mean you’re an alcoholic.
BONES: That’s not why.
BOOTH: (suddenly realizes what she’s saying) No way!
(Bones chuckles)
BOOTH: Yeah!
(Booth kisses Bones)
BOOTH: You are pregnant! There’s a little baby boy, huh?
BONES: Or girl…
~*~*~
HODGINS: (narrating) You love someone, you open yourself up to suffering; that’s the sad truth. Maybe they’ll break your heart; maybe you’ll break their heart and never be able to look at yourself in the same way. Those are the risks… You see two people and think they belong together, but nothing happens… The thought of losing so much control over personal happiness is unbearable… That’s the burden. Like wings, they have weight, we feel that weight on out backs, but they are a burden that lifts us. Burdens that--
BONES and HODGINS: --allow us to fly.
~*~*~
BOOTH: Such a weird dream,
BONES: Booth? Booth! You’re awake!
BOOTH: So real.
BONES: You’re operation was a success, but you reacted poorly to the anaesthesia. You’ve been in a coma for the past four days. What took you so long to wake up?
BOOTH: It felt so real.
BONES: It wasn’t real.
BOOTH: …Who are you?
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