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[Int. Open.  Bones is at a podium giving a lecture to a group of students in an auditorium.  She has slides on a big projector screen behind her.]
 
Bones:  As far back as 1938 the director of the FBI, J. Edgar Hoover, wrote to the then curator of the Jeffersonian institution (she changes the slide) Professor Daniel Payne to aid in the evaluation of specimens who were thought to be irrefutably human.  This was the result. (She changes the slide and it shows a drawing of a monkey.  The students laugh.) Despite this early disagreement, the FBI and the Jeffersonian have forged a mutually beneficial if somewhat tense relationship which survives to this day.  Thank you.
 
(The audience claps and the projector screen is blank.  Dr. Goodman goes up to the podium and leans over to the microphone.)
 
Dr. Goodman:  Thank you, Dr. Brennan.  Are there any questions? (a female student raises her hand and stands up) Yes?
 
Student: How much money have you made from your book?
 
(Bones walks quickly to the microphone.)
 
Bones:  I don’t really know (the microphone squeaks as she talks into it.) I have an accountant and an agent.
 
Dr.  Goodman:  That’s not really the kind of question we are looking for from an Anthropology student. ( A male student raises his hand and stands up.) Yes?
 
Student:  Did you get your agent before or after you wrote the book?
 
Dr. Goodman:  People. Dr. Brennan is an accomplished forensic Anthropologist who writes books on the side.
 
(Booth is in the audience and stands up.)
 
Booth:  I have a question regarding the role of the FBI in your book. Who do you based brilliant and insightful Special Agent Andy Lister on?
 
Dr. Goodman: Oh for God sake.
 
Booth:  Cause you know, I’m pretty sure it was me.
 
Bones:  What are you doing here Booth?
 
(Booth and Bones are walking outside from the lecture hall at night.)
 
Booth: Local police got an anonymous call saying there were human remains in a field behind a mall out in the suburbs.
 
Bones:  I did an Anthropological profile of the suburbs as a grad student, the whole notion of a created community, a modern Utopia with its own morees and rules. It’s fascinating.
 
Booth:  Fascinating to who?
 
Bones: To whom.
 
Booth: To whom.
 
(They approach Bones new car.  Its an expensive sporty silver car. Bones lowers the top by a remote in her hand.)
 
Booth:  (laughs) You’ve got to be kidding me.
 
Bones:  What?  My publishers gave it to me.
 
Booth:  Gave it to you?
 
Bones:  Book sales are pretty good.  It’s supposed to be a nice car.
 
Booth:  Gave it to you?
 
Bones: Yeah.
 
Booth:  Well, why’d you park crooked?
 
Bones: Well the guy said to always park it like that.
 
Booth: (shakes his head) He’s wrong.  It makes you look like an idiot.
 
Bones:  How about I drive for once?
 
Booth: No, I cannot show up at a crime scene in that.
 
Bones:  Why?
 
Booth:  Because it would detract from the gravity of my FBI presence, especially if you parked crooked.
 
Bones:  Why is the FBI involved in the search for human remains behind a suburban mall?
 
Booth: (pulls out a paper and hands it to her) Because this boy is missing.
 
Bones: Oh, a child.
 
Booth: Yeah.
 
[Cut to: Lot behind the mall at night.  There are several cop cars and there are lights set up.  The Medico-legal truck is there. Bones and Booth walk with Capt. Kyle Henning to the search area. Zach comes up and joins them.]
 
Captain:  Anonymous call came in a couple of hours ago, no sign of him yet.
 
Booth:  How do you know it wasn’t a prank?
 
(The Captain clicks a tape recorder with the 911 call on it. The 911 call is from a teenage girl.)
 
911 Call: (frantic) You have to come right away.  There’s a dead kid here all rotted away.  He’s in a field behind Clayton Hills Mall.  You better come.
 
(The Captain clicks the tape off and stops to face the three of them.)
 
Booth:  That rings true.
 
Bones:  Why anonymous?
 
Captain: Kids come here to party, misbehave.
 
Bones:  Adolescents and pre-adolescence tend to seek out their own space, to establish their own society, to counter parental influence.
 
Captain: (to Bones) You mind if I make an observation?
 
Bones: No, of course not.
 
Captain:  In your book the cops come off as very one dimensional.  Why is that?
 
Bones:  You mean two dimensional.
 
Zach: One dimensionality exists only in theory as a mathematical value.
 
Captain: Okay, really looking forward to your next book.
 
(The Captain walks away and Bones faces Zach.)
 
Bones: (to Zach) Did you bring the thermal imager?
 
Zach:  I don’t think we need it. (Bones glares at him.) It makes me look like the Great Gazoo.
 
Bones:  Okay, I don’t know what that means but we definitely need it Zach.
 
(Zach puts his case down irritated.)
 
[Cut to: Zach’s point of view from inside the suit.  He’s looking at Booth who appears in the thermal imager as red, orange, and green colors.]
 
Booth:  (to Zach) How’s it going there Darth? (laughs) Seen anything on Saturn? (Bones comes into view next to Booth) Ah, please tell me you’ve seen at least one Star Wars movie.
 
Bones:  When I was seven and leave Zach alone.
 
Zach:  Can we please hurry up?  It’s stuffy in here.  I should be able to see any heat residue released from decomposing bodies.
 
(he walks forward through the search area looking around. Booth and Bones walk together searching the area too.  They spot garbage and broken bottles on the ground)
 
Booth:  Party central.
 
Bones:  Because suburbs are so homogeneous, Adolescents tend to rebel in predictable and uniformed ways.  Fire, illicit substances, wayward behavior.
 
Booth:  Do you think that wayward behavior would include abducting a six year old child?
 
Bones:  That’s pretty extreme.  Adolescences are more likely to drink alcohol and listen to culturally inappropriate music at high volume.
 
Zach:  I’m picking something up.(He see the green, orange, and red colors in a bush in the shape of a small body.)  Oh my god.
 
Booth:  What? Why’d you stop?
 
(Zach takes off his helmet and approaches the bush.)
 
Zach:  You can turn on your flashlight. (he spreads the bush apart.) Aim it over here.
 
(Bones aims it under the bush and there is a corpse with maggots on its face.)
 
[Intro. Rolls]
 
[Cut to: Lab.  The boys partially decomposed body lies on a lit table. Zach is standing with Bones looking at it.  Hodgins is in the background running some tests on his things. Angela is on the platform too but away from the body.]
 
Bones:  Before preceding with maceration any general observations?  Zach?
 
Zach: Epithelial fusion puts the age at approximately six to ten years, though the stature suggests younger.
 
(Angela is by the screen where the boys face is displayed.  She turns away from it clearly upset and exhales loudly.)
 
Bones:  Good, I concur.  Cause of death?
 
Zach: Blunt trauma to the chest.
 
(Bones walks over to Angela.)
 
Bones:  Are you alright?
 
Angela: He’s so small, that’s all. (she starts to draw on her clipboard.) Go on with your work.  I’m okay.
 
Hodgins:  The remains were significantly degraded by insect and animal activity, mostly dog and rodent. Despite the condition of the body he’s been dead only between 36 and 48 hours.
 
Bones: These were found a few yards from the body (she shows them a pile of clothes on the table.), notice that they are in perfect condition.  What does that tell you?
 
Zach:  The victim wasn’t wearing them when he was killed.
 
Bones:  Which suggests he was sexually assaulted.
 
Angela: (hands drawing to Bones) I’m done.
 
Bones: (she compares it to the missing webpage of a child) I think we have a match.  The clothing matches.  It’s Charles Gregory Sanders.
 
[Cut to:  Sander’s house. Booth is sitting in the living room with Gregory’s mother and her neighbor.]
 
Booth: On behalf of the FBI we’re extremely sorry for the loss of your son and I have a few questions, I mean only if you’re up to it? You have two other sons?
 
Mother:  Foster sons though I try not to make the distinction.
 
Neighbor:  Sean and David Cook.  They are brothers.  I live right next door.
 
Booth:  Charlie was your own?
 
Mother: (cries) Yes, Charlie was mine.
 
Booth:  What about Mr. Sanders?
 
Mother:  We divorced shortly before Charlie was even born.  He works over seas.
 
Neighbor:  He doesn’t even send Child Support.
 
Booth:  You mind if I ask how you afford this nice neighborhood.
 
Mother: Child Services wouldn’t allow a single mother to foster if she worked. I live off the proceeds of a generous trust fund my parents set up long ago.
 
Booth:  And the day that Charlie disappeared all three boys went to the park?
 
Neighbor:  It’s two blocks away.  It’s a very safe neighborhood.  They walk farther to school.
 
Mother:  We all keep an eye out for each other around here. People are good neighbors, take an interest.
 
(The door to the house opens and in comes three boys. Sean and Sklyer  are older boys in their teens and David  is a younger boy of about eight.)
 
Skyler: Mom?
 
Neighbor:  This is my son, Skyler.
 
Skyler:  Dad told me to bring the boys back.  We gotta go on a job.
 
David:  There’s nothing to do here.
 
Sean: (sighs) Our video game is broke.
 
(Booth stands.)
 
Mother:  Sean, David, this is Agent Booth. He’s going to find out what happened to Charlie.
 
David:  How are you going to figure it out?
 
Booth: Oh, I’m in the FBI.  We always figure it out.  Boys, I mean if it’s alright with your mother maybe I could help you out with your video game?
 
[Cut to:  Bones’ Office.  Dr. Goodman comes in carrying a stack of invitations. Hodgins, Angela, Zach, and Bones are there.]
 
Dr. Goodman: These (hands one to Bones) are invitations to a  banquet.
 
Bones:  You called a special meeting to invite us to a party.
 
Dr. Goodman:  Don’t think of it as an invitation, consider it a summons, it’s for donors.
 
Hodgins:  Meet and greet, press the flesh, butt kiss.
 
Dr. Goodman:  I don’t like it anymore then you do but these people fund our research and all they want in return is to rub elbows with a scientist once and awhile.
 
Hodgins:  Can’t make it.
 
Bones:  Yeah me neither.
 
Angela:  I have a date that night. 
 
Dr. Goodman:  You don’t even know when it is.
 
(Zach raises his hand.)
 
Dr. Goodman:  Yes, Mr. Addy?
 
Zach: What kind of food will there be?
 
Dr. Goodman: When I said you should think of this invitation as a summons I understated it.  It’s a subpoena, a grand jury subpoena.  Ignore it at your own peril.
 
Bones:  You’re not going to fire us if we don’t go?
 
Dr. Goodman: No, not fire you but I can move your parking spots to Lot M.  Enjoy the shuttle ride.
 
Zach:  The shuttle smells like feet.
 
Bones: I know when I’m beat. (sighs) I’m in.
 
Angela:  What the hell, it’s a party.
 
Zach: Do I have to wear a tie?
 
Dr. Goodman:  Formal wear.  I have arranged for a limo to pick us up from here.
 
Hodgins: Not me.  I’m not afraid of parking or feet.
 
Zach:  Wait, you drive me to work.  You can’t just think of yourself.
 
Dr. Goodman: Repercussions and consequences Dr. Hodgins.  I’m your boss and you will go to this banquet.
 
(Dr. Goodman leaves and Hodgins grabs a rubber band on his wrist and snaps it hard several times.)
 
[Cut to: Sanders’ living room.  Booth is on the floor working on the video system while the two boys watch.]
 
David:  Do you know what you are doing?
 
Booth: Yeah, I can fix anything. You guys uh, have girlfriends?
 
David: I do.
 
Sean: Her name is Leelah.
 
Booth: Leelah.
 
David:  I thought you were going to ask us questions about Charlie?
 
Booth: (still working on the game) Yeah, so which one of you puny mortals wants to challenge me first.
 
Sean: Oh me.
 
(Booth plays the video game and Sean looks at him.)
 
[Cut to: Lab.  Zach is standing in front of a big metal barrel looking container and Bones walks up.]
 
Bones:  You about to clean the bones?
 
Zach:  Yes, I’m warming up the boiler now.
 
Bones:  Something wrong?
 
Zach:  These are the smallest remains I’ve ever worked on.
 
Bones:  That’s a valid observation Zach but it’s not helpful to the investigation.
 
Zach:  Sorry, Dr. Brennan.
 
Bones:  I was at Waco… Branch Davidian compound.  I helped identify children who had been killed in the fire, seventeen of them.
 
Zach: So, you’re saying, I will get used to it?
 
Bones: No, I’m saying you will never get used to it. We’re primates, social creatures; it’s coded into our DNA to protect our young even from each other.
 
Zach: So, I’m always going to feel terrible?
 
Bones:  What helps me is to pull back emotionally just… put your heart in a box.
 
Zach: I am not good with metaphor, Dr. Brennan
 
Bones: Focus on the details.
 
Zach:  Details, yeah I can do that.
 
(Zach walks up to a table with the boys remains on it.)
 
Zach: No trauma to the skull. No compound fractures. Charlie was not beaten to death or dismembered.
 
Bones: It helps not to refer to the victim by name.
 
Zach: Green stick fractures on ribs (points to body’s rib) four, five, six, and seven and the sternum is snapped transversally from the tip to the Zyphoid.
 
Bones: Okay, what does that indicate?
 
Zach:  The victims’ chest was struck by a heavy blunt object.
 
Bones:  Are you completely certain we’ve learned everything that we can from the body at this stage of decomposition.
 
Zach: I’ve been over everything at least three times.
 
Bones: Smell the mouth.
 
(Zach leans over and smells the mouth.)
 
Bones:  Anything behind the typical smells of decomposition?
 
Zach:  Some kind of chemical, Chloroform? Something used to render the boy unconscious.
 
Bones:  Take samples from the mouth, jaw, sinuses, and what’s left of the esophagus.  Kids make it harder Zach.
 
(Bones leaves and Zach leans on the table and looks down at the body.)
 
[Cut to: Sanders front yard.  Booth is walking into the yard with the boys and their mom.]
 
Booth: Alright, look you beat me bad.
 
David: No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend.
 
Mother: David!
 
Booth: It’s okay Mrs. Sanders.  It’s alright, you know, I do have a girlfriend.
 
Sean: Is she pretty?
 
Booth: Ah, no, she’s butt ugly. She’s got a glass eye. Snagly black teeth.
 
(Booth puts his jacket on and the boys laugh.)
 
Booth:  So was Leelah with you the day that Charlie disappeared?
 
David: Uh, Yeah actually we stopped and played some video games at the arcade.
 
Booth:  That must have been before you and Charlie went to the park.
 
Mother:  You didn’t go to the mall that day, David.
 
(David looks down at the ground and his mother seems surprised.  She then looks at Sean.)
 
Mother: Sean?
 
David:  Don’t ask Sean, Mom.
 
Booth:  You met Leelah at the mall, didn’t you? You left Charlie with Sean at the park.
 
David:  Well, just for a few minutes and then they came back to the mall.  Sean let go of his hand for a second.  Charlie was gone like that.
 
(Booth looks up and notices Sklyer and his father rolling up a hose on the back of their truck.  Skyler is watching Booth and the family in the yard.)
 
David: And then we came straight home.
 
Booth:  Charlie wasn’t taken from the park; he was snatched from the mall.  We’ve been looking in the wrong place.
 
Skyler’s dad: C’mon Son. Let’s go.
 
(Booth notices Skyler still looking at them.)
 
[Cut to: lab. Hodgins is in front of a Plexiglas tank and Angela is standing next to him]
 
Angela:  (gestures towards Hodgins wrist.) What’s with the rubber band?
 
Hodgins:  The Methyl Oxide vapor in this chamber will bind to whatever compound Charlie breathed in before he was killed.
 
(Angela reaches out and snaps the rubber band on Hodgins wrist.)
 
Hodgins: Ouch!


Angela:  It’s an anger management technique, right?
 
Hodgins:  The key there is management, which is what I am doing, managing my anger. There will be a color change, Red for nictogens and calcogens and blue for halogens.
 
(Hodgins puts the boys jawbone in the tank and smoke fills the chamber.)
 
Angela:  I get that you’re a little off kilter, mad at the Government, conspiracy dunce of all that, maybe even furious that you’ve had to mount a little boy’s jawbone inside a box to find out what killed him.  What I don’t get is why going to a banquet makes you angry?
 
(Hodgins looks at the jawbone and notices it turns blue.)
 
Hodgins:  Halogens it is.  I’m going to scrape off the particles and see if the mass spectrometer can identify what type of halogen.
 
(Hodgins pulls out his papers and starts to make notes.)
 
Angela:  Anger is only fear turned inwards.
 
(Angela walks around him to leave then reaches over and snaps the rubber band one more time. Hodgins breaths out.)
 
[Cut to: Bones’ Office.  She, Angela, and Booth are looking at security footage on her computer.)
 
Angela:  There are twenty surveillance cameras taking stills every two seconds throughout the mall including access corridors and parking lots.  I concentrated on the ones aimed at the public concourse.
 
Booth:  Okay ten thousand people a day go through that mall.  How are we going to find one small kid?
 
Bones:  Angela designed a mass recognition program to apply body types to skeletal remains.
 
Angela: Endomorph, Ectomorph, Mesomorph…that sort of thing. I modified it to scan two dimensional images.  In this case we’re looking for body masses roughly congruent with Charlie, Sean, and David. (She points to a kid on the computer screen in the security camera surveillance.) There’s David.
 
Booth: You’re actually one of them, aren’t you?
 
Angela: One of who?
 
Booth:  A squint.  I mean you look normal and you act normal but you’re actually one of them.
 
Angela:  This whole mass recognition program was Brennan’s idea.  I’m completely normal, really.
 
Booth: Yeah, maybe before you got this job but now.
 
Bones: (points to screen) I see Charlie.
 
(The computer highlights Charlie on the tape in green square pattern. They are tracking his movement throughout the mall through the stills.)
 
Booth: Whoa, that’s him alright.
 
Angela: Oh God.
 
Bones: Ang, are you okay?
 
Angela:  These are probably the last pictures of this little… guy alive.  Why is he alone? Why isn’t anyone with him? (sighs) I’m sorry. The max resolution is 640 by 480 pixels per square inch.
 
Booth: Ah wait, he’s not alone someone’s calling him over.  Can’t you just zoom in?
 
Angela:  The fewer pixels that make up an image the more the picture degrades once we zoom in on it.  Did that sound too squinty?
 
Bones:  Any way to enhance it?
 
Angela:  I wouldn’t bet a date with Colin Farrell on it.
 
Bones: I know him, he’s funny.
 
Angela: Funny is Will Ferrell, sweetie. Hot is Colin Farrell.
 
Booth: Alright, look the kid is definitely moving towards someone. Alright, He wasn’t struggling.  He wasn’t trying to get away. You know, I want to add uh the neighborhood kid, Skyler Nelson, as a suspect.
 
Angela: I have one other angle but our bad guy is still obstructed in it.
 
(The bad guy is covered by one of those mall flags that hang down from the ceiling.)
 
Booth: (out loud to screen) Who the hell are you?
 
[Cut to:  Angela sitting in a break area on a couch.]
 
Bones:  Are you thinking of leaving the Jeffersonian?
 
Angela:  I’m not really this person.
 
Bones: (sits) What person?
 
Angela:  I’m not like you.  I’m not driven by the need for Justice and all that.  I’m a good time girl.
 
Bones:  We have good times.
 
Angela: Cracking jokes over murdered skeletons is not good times.
 
Bones: I know it’s harder on you then it is for the rest of us.
 
Angela: No, it’s not. (pause) Why?
 
Bones:  Because you look at their faces. We look at everything else it’s more clinical for us.  For you (pause) it’s personal.  When we see a murdered child…
 
Angela: Honey,I’m… no offense, I’m really not up for one of your ‘it takes a village’ Anthropology lessons.  This is the longest I have ever had a job.  That’s because of you.
 
Bones:  If this is about hours or time to do your own art, then…
 
Angela:  Just let me work on it, okay?  I’m an artist.  I used to draw naked guys. Now I draw dead guys. (sighs)
 
Bones: (sighs) Just don’t decide anything without talking to me.
 
Angela:  Of course I won’t. (leans back and sighs.)
 
[Cut to: Lab.  Booth and Bones are walking up.]
 
Bones:  I’m afraid Angela might quit.
 
Booth: I’m amazed she stuck it out this long.
 
Bones:  Why?
 
Booth: Well, because she’s human.  I’m sorry Bones it’s just that, you know(sighs) Angela didn’t get the same training that the rest of you got on uh, planet Vulcan.
 
Bones:  I don’t know what that means?
 
(They walk up to Zach who is seated in front of a lit table with the boys bones laid out flat in the correct shape of the body.)
 
Booth:  She’s more sensitive.
 
Zach:  Who’s more sensitive?
 
Bones: Angela.
 
Booth:  She likes puppies and kitties and ducklings, and you know Jell-O shots, and you know, dancing on bars.  (makes noise like music and dances a little).
 
Bones:  I know that, she’s my best friend.  Angela is not the only person in the world who likes baby animals.
 
Zach:  I never got the big attraction.
 
Booth: (quieter) I rest my case, she’s more sensitive.
 
Zach:  We cross referenced the length and density of Charlie’s leg bones with other children his age.
 
(Bones glares at Zach)
 
Zach:  The victim, I mean.  The thing to do is concentrate on the details.
 
(Bones sideway glances at Booth.)
 
Booth: Let’s do that. (clears throat)
 
Bones:  We found some abnormalities,  they‘re bowed and abnormally short.
 
Zach:  Also the victims’ bones show freezing of the joints at the hip and knee.
 
Booth:  Are you saying that Charlie was crippled?
 
Bones:  The victim was disabled, yes.
 
Booth:  His mother never mentioned that.
 
Zach: (picks up rib bone) The ribs are broken in two places which is not typical of blunt force trauma.
 
Bones: How do you explain that?
 
Zach:  I attributed it to his medical condition and the corresponding brittleness of his bones.
 
Bones:  I agree.  What is that condition?
 
Zach:  It looks like scoliosis, a bend in the spine.
 
(Bones walks over to where x-rays are hanging on lighted boxes and looks at them.)
 
Bones:  I think it’s more then that, Zach.  There are multiple calcified lesions on the posterior thorasic vertebrae that plus Charlie’s short stature and the asymmetric length of his legs.  Margaret Sanders may not be Charlie’s biological mother.
 
Booth:  What?
 
Bones:  Test the bones for x-link type of Phosphatemia and Coffin Larry syndrome.
 
Booth:  Whoa. Whoa. Okay, hold on. Simmer down just back up to the part where she’s not his mother.
 
Zach: Dr. Brennan is having me check for hereditary genetic defects which are always passed from mother to child.
 
Bones:  If Charlie had one then Margaret Sanders is not his mother.
 
[Cut to: Interrogation Room at the FBI.  Booth and Bones are questioning Charlie’s mother.]
 
Margaret:  How can you say that?
 
Bones: Charlie suffered from a hereditary genetic disorder called Hypophosphatemia.
 
Booth:  And Charlie’s real mother would have the same disease.
 
Bones: You do not.
 
Margaret:  I never said I wasn’t Charlie’s real mother because I was.
 
Booth:  Biological mother then. Mrs. Sanders, you are not Charlie’s biological mother.
 
(Booth lays out some pictures of Charlie on the table.)
 
Booth: Hmm? You want to explain that to us?
 
Margaret: I can’t have children, that’s why my husband left me so I took in foster kids.
 
Bones: Like Sean and David Cook.
 
Margaret: And Charlie though his name was Nathan.  I got him as a baby down in Pittsburg, ten days old.  His mother was arrested on drug charges and child services brought him to me.  Three weeks I had him and then the charges were dropped.
 
Booth:  You kept him?
 
Margaret: No, I gave him back but it nearly killed me.  I stayed in touch.  I bought him things formula…a stroller.  I wanted to make sure he was alright.
 
Booth: Nathan what, Mrs. Sanders?
 
Margaret: Nathan Downey.  His mother was a drug addict named Janine. On Christmas day I found her dead on her kitchen floor a needle stuck in her arm and I could hear Charlie crying upstairs so I went up.
 
Bones: And you took him home.
 
Margaret:  I looked him in the eyes and I promised him I would never leave him alone again and he stopped crying.  I expected everyday for Child Services to come looking.
 
Bones:  He would of ended back up in the system anyway.
 
Margaret: (crying) I meant to keep him safe. Love him and now he’s dead.
 
[Cut to: Bones and Booth walking into the FBI lobby arguing.]
 
Booth: I had to arrest her.
 
Bones:  The story checked out, the overdose.
 
Booth: She confessed to kidnapping.
 
Bones:  What? Margaret Sanders did nothing more then respond to the Anthropological imperative.  She saw an orphan and reacted.
 
Booth: (slaps paper down on desk) This is not a National Geographic study, okay. This is the suburbs.
 
Bones:  Why would she kill the boy she obviously loved him.
 
Booth:  There are situations, alright.  The kids gets sick he doesn’t turn out to be the way that she wanted.  I bet that you could give me a dozen examples of societies that have killed their own young.
 
Bones:  What about Sean and David Cook?  Where do they go now?
 
Booth:  Back into the system.
 
Bones:  Do you have any idea of how bad the foster care system is?
 
Booth: Do you? What do you want to do? Hmm? Do you want to kidnap them the way she kidnapped Charlie?
 
Bones:  I want you to let them go home to Margaret Sanders.
 
Booth:  It’s not going to happen.
 
(Bones is upset and leaves.)
 
[Cut to: Lab.  Zach and Angela are in front of a computer working on the stills.]
 
Zach: Try re-digitizing and resizing.
 
Angela:  I did the extrapolation protocol got confused by the spread.  You know Hodgins better then anybody else so why is he so bent out of shape about this banquet?
 
Zach: What makes you say that?
 
Angela:  Because every time someone mentions it, he starts snapping that rubber band around his wrist.
 
Zach: I mean what makes you think I know Hodgins better then anyone else?
 
Angela: You’re roommates.
 
Zach: I live above his garage.
 
Angela: But you see a lot of each other.
 
Zach: Not really.
 
Angela: He drives you to work.
 
Zach: I’ve never been up to the main house.
 
Angela:  The main house?
 
Zach: It’s at the opposite end of the driveway on the other side of the tennis court across from the pond.
 
(Booth walks in behind them.)
 
Booth:  Okay, anything on the identity of Charlie’s abductor?
 
Angela:  I can’t clear up this image anymore then it is. Tell Booth what you told me about living in Hodgins’s garage. There’s a bedroom, living room, kitchen, another bedroom, a den, two bathrooms…
 
Booth: Ah, Great.  Quite a garage, Can we focus on the case?
 
Angela: How many cars does he have in that garage?
 
Zach: Including the antique ones about twelve and a boat.
 
Angela: Uh, Zach has never seen the main house because the tennis courts and the pond block the view.
 
Booth: Whoa. He must be one of those Hodgins’s.
 
Zach:  Who are those Hodgins’s?  
 
Booth: I mean the Cantilever group Hodgins.
 
Angela: Oh my God.
 
Zach:  The same Cantilever group that generates more G &P then Europe.
 
Angela: Get this.  They’re the single biggest donors to the Jeffersonian Institution.
 
Booth: Ha! That makes Hodgins your boss. (laughs.)
 
Angela: What do you guys even talk about when he drives you to work?
 
Zach:  I mostly sleep.  Hodgins mostly yells at the radio.
 
(They continue looking at the security footage. They see Charlie and a man behind him going out some glass doors.)
 
Booth: Okay, if you can’t see the guys face maybe you can grab a reflection.
 
Zach:  That’s a workable idea.
 
Booth: Well, I’d say thanks, you know, if you didn’t say it like it was some kind of a miracle.
 
[Cut to: Bone’s office.  She is sitting at her desk and Hodgins enters.)
 
Hodgins:  Chemlab mass spectrometer identifies the particulates in Charlie Sanders’ mouth as Fluoride. (Bones stares at her computer screen.) I recognize that look.
 
Bones: What?
 
Hodgins: You’re writing another book.  When you write you get this stunned look on your face like you stuck a fork in the toaster.(he goes up to a board with notes pinned on it.) Am I in this one too?
 
Bones: You weren’t in the last one.  Fluoride, at what concentration?
 
Hodgins:  It’s too high for toothpaste.
 
Bones: Put together a list of…(pushes the board to get his attention) Put together a list of anything that could conceivably contain Fluoride at those levels.
 
Hodgins: Alright, (gestures to board) Do you have time for this?
 
Bones: Ugh, they gave me a car.
 
Hodgins: Nice! Who?
 
Bones: My publisher.  Now I feel like I have to earn it by writing another book.
 
Hodgins: Fight cohersion in all its forms. You don’t write the book. I don’t go to the banquet, solidarity.
 
(Hodgins leaves her office and Booth enters.)
 
Booth:  Angela has a face for the abductor.
 
(Bones jumps up and runs out of the office.  Booth notices the boards and leans over to look at it then walks out.)
 
[Cut to: Lab. Angela, Bones, and Booth are looking at the surveillance footage of Charlie and the man behind him walking out the glass doors.]
 
Angela: I looked on both cameras. This one offered up more reflective surfaces.
 
Booth:  Right at the door.
 
Angela: Check this out. (enhances the image.)
 
Booth:  The abductor’s face.
 
(The image is slowly coming into focus.)
 
Angela: By polarizing the image the computer can interpret the spaces between the white and the dark gaps and fill in the missing pieces.
 
(Image gets a little clearer.)
 
Booth:  Wait, that doesn’t look like an adult.
 
Angela:  When I repolarize the image
 
(The image becomes clear and it is of Sean.)
 
Booth: Sean Cook.
 
Bones:  The victim’s foster brother.
 
(They all look at each other shocked.)
 
[Cut to: Questioning room. Sean is seated running his fingers through water spots on the table.  There is a Child Advocate in the room with him. Bones and a Juvenile prosecutor watch through a two way mirror and can hear the interview over a speaker.]
 
Booth:  Where were you taking Charlie, Sean?
 
Sean: I brought him to the mall to see David.
 
Booth: I know you brought him to the mall but we got a picture of you leading him out of the mall.
 
Bones: Have you seen much of this kind of thing?
 
JP: I’m a juvenile prosecutor.  I wish I could say kids killing kids was rare.
 
Booth: Where were you taking him Sean?
 
Sean:  When can I talk to Margaret?
 
Booth: After you answer my questions.
 
Bones:  Can he do that, lie to a kid?
 
JP: We’re after a child killer, Dr. Brennan. If the Child Advocate in there doesn’t complain, I sure as hell won’t.
 
Bones: Well, What’s the point of having a Child Advocate if he doesn’t advocate for the child?
 
JP: I get the impression you’re a little confused as to what side you are on, Dr. Brennan.
 
(Booth stands and shows Sean a scar near his waist.)
 
Booth: Sean, Do you know what that is?
 
Sean: A scar?
 
Booth: Yeah, got it uh, when I was playing soldier with my brother Jared.
 
Sean:  Did it hurt?
 
Booth: (sits on table) Yeah, it hurt but it was an accident.  Do you got any scars?
 
(Sean pulls up his sleeve and shows Booth round circle scars on his arm.)
 
Sean: My dad did it with a cigarette.
 
Booth: He shouldn’t have done that.
 
Sean: (pulls sleeve back down.) Margaret didn’t do anything like that. I love Margaret.
 
Booth: What I need to know is if Charlie had some kind of an accident? Sean?
 
Child Advocate: Maybe we can just take a break?
 
Booth: Sean?
 
JP: He’s not being aggressive enough.
 
Bones: Foster kids are powerless.  They’re treated like garbage.  You’re in a position to do something about it and all you have to say is he’s not being aggressive enough.
 
JP: Dr. Brennan, you know this boy may very well have  beaten a child to death with a rock.
 
[Cut to: Lab.  Hodgins is running some tests and Angela walks up to him.]
 
Angela:  How long have we known each other?
 
Hodgins:  Do people really ever know each other?
 
Angela:  How come you never invited me over to your house?
 
Hodgins: Aw, I didn’t pick up that kind of vibe off you.
 
Angela:  I thought we were close, all of us.  What else don’t I know?  Is Zach from another planet?
 
Hodgins: Oh, Come on.  That ones obvious.
 
Angela: You’re rich. You single handedly own the Cantilever group. Don’t deny it, I know.
 
Hodgins: Who else knows?
 
Angela: Zach… Booth.
 
Hodgins: Don’t tell Brennan.
 
Angela:  Why don’t you want us to know that you are actually our boss?
 
Hodgins: (upset) I don’t want to be anybody’s boss.  I never did. Please respect that.
 
(Angela looks hurt and walks away. Bones walks up to Hodgins.)
 
Bones:  What’s up with Angela?
 
Hodgins: It’s…job pressure.  Fluoride at lower concentrations is used in toothpaste, instant tea and is added to our drinking water which I might add can cause a range of conditions…brain damage…
 
Bones:  Which has nothing to do with the case at hand.
 
Hodgins:  The concentrations found on our victim might come from wood preservatives, paint thinners, car wax or various other industrial products.
 
Bones: Okay, did Angela say anything to you about quitting her job?
 
Hodgins: No, but we hardly know anything about each other.
 
[Cut to: Lab.  Bones is in a room with the skeleton laid out on a lit up table.  Booth walks in]
 
Booth: Bones, I thought you would like to know.  Sean and David are in emergency care. I pulled some strings you know to make sure they get to stay together.
 
Bones: (writing on her clipboard.) That’s good thanks.
 
Booth: It’s the best I could do.
 
Bones: Yeah I understand.
 
Booth: (irritated) You say you understand but you don’t, not really. I mean if you don’t like the rule you ignore it, right? (puts his hand on the table to lean on it and breaks the pencil.)  I can’t have that and if you want to do this.
 
Bones: Do what?
 
Booth:  Work on cases. You know, with me outside the lab.  If you want to do that, I need to know that you will respect the law.
 
Bones: Tell you what.  If I can’t respect the law, I can at least respect you.
 
Booth: Oh, maybe, yeah that will work too I mean it kind of comes out of nowhere but…
 
Bones: (looks at pencil) Look what you did.
 
Booth: It’s a pencil. I’ll get you a new one.
 
Bones: The victim was killed by trauma to the chest but the ribs are broken in two places not just one.
 
Booth:  Because of the uh the uh brittle bones, because of the…his disease.
 
Bones:  Well, that was my assumption but there’s another explanation.
 
(Bones goes to leave and Booth steps in front of her.)
 
Booth: Okay, whoa. What’s the other explanation?
 
Bones: Compression.
 
(He lets her go by and they walk out of the room into a hallway.)
 
Booth: Alright, Charlie Sanders was crushed to death?
 
Bones: Yes, green stick fractures retebral and sternal. (holds up pencil) See?
 
Booth: Alright, Sean Cook outweighed Charlie Sanders by about what, maybe thirty pounds? How could he have crushed him to death?
 
(Angela is walking down the hallway and Bones sees her.)
 
Bones: Angela we need to run some scenarios through the Angelanator.
 
(Hodgins comes running up to Angela and Booth as Bones leaves.)
 
Hodgins:  Angela. Booth. Zach has been informed that if he tells anyone who I am that I will kick him out on the street like a stray dog.  Sadly, there’s nothing I can threaten you two with.
 
Angela: Yeah, that’s a shame.
 
Hodgins: What I want out of my life is to come in here and sift through slime and bugs. Unfortunately, my family is one of those who secretly run the world.
 
Booth: Paranoia and delusions of grandeur all in one package. (goes to leave with Angela)
 
Hodgins: You call it paranoia.  I call it the family business. Please! Could you just stop!
 
(They both turn around and face Hodgins.)
 
Hodgins: The reason that I do not want to go to that banquet is because the other members of the ruling elite will make a big fuss about seeing me.  My secret will be out and my life…this life that I love will be ruined. I’m asking you please… please just let me be Jack Hodgins who works in the lab.
 
[Cut to: Holographic lab.  There is a hologram of Charlie on the podium.  Booth and Bones are looking at it while Angela inputs values.]
 
 
Angela: Charlie was three feet four inches tall and weighed fifty-eight pounds.
 
Bones: And Sean?
 
Angela: Sean Cook is one point four meters tall and weighs thirty-one kilograms.
 
Booth:  His brother David was uh, five eight ,one hundred and fifty pounds.
 
Angela: 1.75 meters 68 kilograms.
 
Bones:  At first I thought the break to Charlie’s sternum was caused by blunt trauma because it only ran along one fault line but when Booth broke my pencil I realized there’s another way to cause the same type of injury…compression.
 
(The holograph displays the skeleton of Charlie laying on his back and a knee pushing down on his chest.)
 
Angela:  Well, Hodgins found no particulates that suggested crushing.
 
Bones:  Body weight, there has to be enough weight on the victim to stop the abdomen from moving so no air can get into the lungs. Prolonged pressure caused the sternum to snap in half and the ribs to break.
 
(Holograph shows the knee coming down and breaking the sternum and ribs.)
 
Angela: Ooh.  (she turns away for a moment) Sorry. Sorry.  I entered real world variables taking into account, Charlie’s size and the amount of pressure that was required to break Charlie’s sternum in the way that it was broken.
 
Booth:  What did you end up with?
 
Angela: eighty-six point two kilograms.
 
Booth:  What’s that in American?
 
Bones:  A hundred and ninety pounds.
 
Booth: Yeah.
 
Angela:  Way too much for either of the Cook kids or Margaret Sanders.
 
Booth: Shoot, I’d put the neighbors kid Sklyer at a hundred and sixty pounds.
 
Bones: It can’t be him either.
 
Booth: We should be looking for a full grown man.
 
Bones: You have to get Sean to tell you where he took Charlie after they left the mall.
 
Booth: He won’t talk to me.
 
Bones: Let me do it.
 
Booth: Uh, no. You know, people are not your strong point Bones and besides he’s not going to care about how many facts you put in front of him.
 
Bones: Can you just go with me on this one, Booth? We’re trying to catch a killer. Let me help.
 
Booth:  When was the last time you even talk to a kid?
 
Bones: I know what to say.
 
[Cut to: Interrogation room at FBI.  Booth and the JP are on the other side of a two way mirror listening over a speaker to Bones questioning Sean In the room. A Child Advocate is present too.]
 
Bones: Do you remember me, Sean?
 
Sean: Museum Lady, the one who’s so smart.
 
Bones: Yeah, I’m pretty smart.
 
JP: And very modest.
 
Booth: Oh believe me she is being modest.
 
Bones: Smart enough to know that you didn’t kill Charlie. You don’t have to say anything Sean, just listen.  They give you a garbage bag to carry all of your stuff like they’re telling you everything you own is garbage and then you have to go to a new school in clothes that smell like garbage bags.
 
Sean:  All the regular kids know you’re a foster kid. How do you know what it’s like?
 
Bones:  They bounce you from place to place and it’s never home. Sometimes the foster parents are nice.
 
Sean: Like Margaret?
 
Bones: Yeah and sometimes they separate you from your brother. It must have been nice with Margaret…staying with David.
 
Sean: (crying) We got bunk beds.  At night I knew David was there like he was guarding me. Margaret’s nice.
 
Bones: You would do most anything to stay with Margaret, right?
 
(Sean shakes his head yes.)
 
Bones:  The man you took Charlie to.  The man who hurt him, he knows that. You didn’t know that he’d hurt Charlie but he did and then he told you that Margaret would blame you.  That she’d hate you but this man is lying to you, Sean.  I can make sure that you go back to Margaret.
 
Sean: How? You work at a museum.
 
Bones: (looks at the mirror as she speaks) I have a friend at the FBI if I ask him to, he will make sure that you and David get to live with Margaret again.
 
Child Advocate: Dr. Brennan, you can’t make promises like that.
 
Bones: (firmly) Yes, I can. He will do it. My friend will make it happen.
 
Booth: Oh man.
 
Bones: But you have to tell me who hurt Charlie?
 
Booth: (to JP) I’m going to need your help to keep the promises she made to that boy.
 
JP: Hey, I…I…I can’t promise…
 
Booth:  Mrs. Johnston, my people and your people are going to have to make this happen.
 
Sean: (crying) What if Margaret doesn’t want me anymore? Charlie was her real son.
 
Bones: Charlie wasn’t her biological son either.  Charlie was just like you someone that Margaret chose to love.  I don’t think we should let that man take you, and David, and Charlie away from Margaret, do you?
 
(Charlie shakes his head no)
 
Bones: We should stop him. You and I should stop him.
 
(Charlie gets up from the table and hugs Bones. Bones hugs him back. He whispers the name of the guy in her ear.)
 
Booth: She did it. She got his name.
 
[Cut to: Booth pulls up in his SUV to the Nelson’s house. Edward Nelson, Skyler’s father, is outside putting the hoses up on his truck.  Booth, Bones, and another FBI get out of the SUV. Booth walks up to Edward with handcuffs.]
 
Booth: Edward Nelson, you are under arrest for sexual assault and the murder of Charlie Sanders. (he reads him his Miranda rights while he cuffs him.)
 
[Cut to: Lab. Angela looks at her drawing side by side with the missing poster of Charlie. Hodgins in another part of the lab takes the jawbone out of the Plexiglas box and hands it to Zach.]
 
[Cut to: Nelson house. Booth is walking Edward to the SUV and his wife and son are on the front lawn.  They are both visibly upset.]
 
[Cut to: Lab.  Zach puts the jawbone in a casket and closes it. Two men take it away.]
 
[Cut to FBI office.  The boys are seated at a table with Bones playing cards. Booth comes to the doorway with the JP and Margaret.]
 
Margaret: Boys!
 
(The boys jump up and run to her to give her a hug.)
 
Sean: Mom!


David: Mom!
 
Sean: Are we going to be friends with that lady?
 
Margaret: Oh, You betcha.
 
[Cut to: Bones’s Office.  She signs her name on Charlie’s file.  It’s stamped at the top Case Closed.  She closes it and stand there for a moment. Booth walks in.]
 
Booth: We have him cold.  The insecticide he was using on the termites matches the Fluoride concentration perfectly. Skyler’s dad admitted everything.
 
Bones: Don’t tell me. He said crushing Charlie to death was a mistake.
 
Booth: He never abused Sean Cook; he just used him to get near Charlie. It played out just like you said.  He had Charlie out in that field some teenage kids they come by so he knelt on Charlie to keep him from crying out.  Sean got scared, he ran back to his brother.
 
Bones: Charlie was small and weak. His sternum collapsed. You think he abused any other kids?
 
Booth: Yeah, probably his own son.
 
Bones: You report that to Child Services?
 
Booth: Mm. Hm. Try to get the kid some help… and I’m sorry.
 
Bones: For what?
 
Booth:  You have personal experience in the system.
 
Bones: I was a foster child until my grandfather got me out.
 
Booth: Yeah, when you said, um, they take you away from your brother, I kind of had the feeling you weren’t talking about David Cook. 
 
Bones: Booth, I’ll tell you all about it one day but tonight I have to get dressed for a party.
 
Booth: Hmm. Okay Bones.
 
Bones: By the way, there is a huge ding in my passenger side door because you told me not to park it at an angle.
 
Booth: (laughs)
 
Bones: Okay that’s just mean!


Booth: (laughs harder.)
 
Bones: You’re mean.
 
Booth: Sorry.
 
[Cut to: lab. The team is waiting at the bottom of the platform all dressed up except Hodgins. Dr. Goodman walks up in a formal tuxedo.]
 
Dr. Goodman:  That is not a tuxedo, Dr. Hodgins.
 
Hodgins: I am not going, Dr. Goodman.
 
Dr. Goodman: You are going.
 
(Dr. Goodman stuffs a name tag into Hodgins pocket.)
 
Dr. Goodman: When we arrive the donors will all be wearing name tags. (he hands one to Zach)
 
Zach: What do we talk about?
 
Dr. Goodman: Your work of course.
 
Angela: Zach’s work consists of removing flesh from corpses.  Hodgins dissects bugs that have been eating people’s eye balls.
 
Hodgins: Leave me out of it. I am not going.
 
Dr. Goodman: And how do you see your job?
 
Angela: (sighs) I draw death masks.
 
Dr. Goodman: Is that really how you see it?
 
Angela: Don’t you?
 
Dr. Goodman: You are the best of us Miss. Montenegro. You discern humanity in the wreck of a ruined human body. You give victims back their faces, their identities, you remind us all of why we’re here in the first place…because we treasure human life.
 
(Angela breathes a sigh of relief and hugs Dr. Goodman with tears in her eyes.)
 
Dr. Goodman: Oh for God sake
 
(Bones walks up to them all dressed up for the party. She has a strapless formal dress on.)
 
Bones: What happened?
 
Zach: Apparently all Angela needed was to hear her job description in a deep African-American tone.
 
Dr. Goodman: Mr. Addy.
 
(Booth comes walking into the lab carrying something wrapped in plastic.)
 
Booth: Dr. Goodman, we need Hodgins in the lab tonight. FBI needs this analyzed by morning.( he hands it to Hodgins)
 
Hodgins: Uh, I’m going to get right on it.
 
Dr. Goodman: Wha..wha..wait a minute.  What case file is this?
 
Bones: Am I supposed to know about it?
 
Angela: Booth mentioned it to me earlier today.
 
Bones: That’s good enough for me.
 
Dr. Goodman: Fine, you’re off the hook Dr. Hodgins.(to the girls) Let’s not keep the limo waiting. 
 
(Zach, Angela, and Dr. Goodman leave to get in the limo.)
 
Hodgins: (to Booth) Thanks. (walks away)
 
Booth: You look nice. Better then nice you look uh, very…
 
Bones: Thanks.
 
Booth: (laughs) Bones, how did you know I was going to keep your promise?
 
Bones: What promise?
 
Booth: To get Sean and David back with Margaret Sanders.
 
Bones: Maybe I was lying to catch the bad guy. I learned that trick from you. The end justifies the means.
 
Booth: Hmm. (goes to walk away)
 
Bones: Booth, I knew you would back me up. I knew you wouldn’t make me a liar.
 
Booth: Hmm. How’d you know?
 
Bones: Because you want to go to Heaven.
 
Booth: But you don’t believe in Heaven.
 
Bones: But you do.
 
(he smirks and leaves and Bones goes out to catch the limo)
 
Fade to Black.

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