The Woman in Limbo”
Written By: Hart Hanson
Directed by: Jesus Trevino
Ok, so the first scene is too good to cut, so enjoy the back-and-forth between all our favs! Brennan is torn in 65 directions as everyone on her team wants something, and her partner, Mr. Sexy Agent Seeley Booth, is attempting to whisk her away to trial.
GOODMAN: All I ask is that you stop by the archeology section and identify the skull as a Syrian, Hetite or Egyptian!
BRENNAN: I’m in court today. I need my notes.
GOODMAN: Well, there’s a photocopy in the file
BRENNAN: No. The last time I read from photocopies, the defense lawyer told the jury I was winging it.
BOOTH: Ready? Chop, chop.
BRENNAN: I can’t find my original notes…
BOOTH: Photocopy in the file.
BRENNAN: No. The last time the defense lawyer told the jury that I…
BOOTH: It was a ploy. It failed. Let’s go.
HODGINS: I found glass. I found pollen. Which do you want first?
GOODMAN: Perhaps you could swing by archeology on your way to your ah..court..
BOOTH: No. No swinging.
ANGELA: Alright. Her height makes no sense and her spine length is…wacky.
ZACK: Dr. Brennan?
BRENNAN: Okay. Calculate the height off the femur and assume that fire shrunk her spine.
BOOTH: I don’t think you should talk about other cases so much on court day. You might get confused.
GOODMAN: One simple question. A Syrian, Hittite or Egyptian?
ZACK: Dr. Brennan?
GOODMAN: 5 Minutes.
Brennan: What’s up?
Zack: Buttercup. If you sign off on these tissues markers, Angela can finish the facial reconstruction.
BRENNAN: Why did you say “buttercup”?
ZACK: What’s up, buttercup is an amusing, rhyming, linguistic meme. This (skull) is the latest Jane Doe from Limbo.
BOOTH: How ‘bout this for an amusing, rhyming linguini. See ya later, alligator.
GOODMAN: Please don’t refer to bones storage as “Limbo”. 5 minutes.
I didn’t realize that Zack was the one who coined the phrase!
ZACK: There are thousands of human remains down there waiting to be identified. Limbo seems an appropriate name.
BRENNAN: No sign of foul play.
GOODMAN: If you have time for this, you have time for my Hittite.
BRENNAN: Tissue depth of the cheekbones and along the jaw line looks a little deep to me, but otherwise–
BOOTH: …out of limbo, back on earth and on our way to court. Thanks.
We run into Brennan’s BF, who also happens to be named David. (ED sure knows a lot of them!)
DAVID: Oh, Temperance. Hi.
BRENNAN: David! What are you doing here?
BOOTH: She has to get to court so –
DAVID: Agent Booth. Nice to see you again. Especially when I’m not in custody. Listen, I read your manuscript. I couldn’t wait to tell you how great it is.
BRENNAN: Thank you. Really?
BOOTH: You read her manuscript?
DAVID: Her second novel. Bone Free. It’s kinda like “Born Free” except no lions.
BOOTH: Yuck on the title. Am I in it?
BRENNAN: No! / DAVID: Definitely.
BRENNAN: Uh, we have to get to court – –
DAVID: Hope you remembered your original notes, because last time….
BRENNAN: Told you, Booth!
BOOTH: No. Bones. We don’t have time! Our – all right, listen. Uh, Three minutes. I’ll wait for you in the car.
BOOTH: So are you two, uh –
DAVID: Yeah, sort of. Is that a problem?
BOOTH: Yeah. Bones is very literal. So in the future, no jokey advice on a court day.
However, Brennan is caught off guard by the image Angela is showing in the lab.
GOODMAN: Is something wrong?
BRENNAN: What’s this?
ANGELA: Zack’s Jane Doe. He said that you okay’d the tissue markers
BRENNAN: No, that can’t be right. That can’t possibly be right. You did it wrong. It’s a mistake, Angela.
ANGELA: Alright, fine. Sweetie. I’ll turn it off.
BRENNAN: Zack. The artifact bag from your Jane Doe – do you have it?
ZACK: Yes. I also have three – (Brennan runs off with the bag)
BOOTH: Any of you see Bones? We’re due in court, like –hello–Now.
Angela shows him the face of the woman in limbo.
ANGELA: This…totally freaked her out.
ZACK: My theory. Caffeine intolerance.
HAHAHA! Season 1 Zack has been cracking me up!
BOOTH: Yeah. You’re gonna want to take Dr. Brennan off the witness list today. No. She can’t make it into court. Thanks.
ANGELA: Alright. What’s going on.
BOOTH: That… is Christine Brennan.
GOODMAN: Good God.
BOOTH: You just found Bones’ mother.
My favorite thing is how Booth just knows. He knows this is too big a blow, he knows she needs support, and takes her right off the witness list.
BRENNAN: I have to miss court.
BOOTH: I know.
BRENNAN: I remember this belt buckle. I borrowed it without asking first day of high school. My father had it specially made for my mother because she loved dolphins.
BOOTH: Bones…I’m sorry.
BRENNAN: I always knew that for my parents to disappear like that They – They had to be dead. I thought that when it was confirmed, I’d feel relief, but—
BOOTH: It’s still bad news.
BRENNAN: You have the file, Zack?
ZACK: Jane Doe, Number 129-0998.
BRENNAN: Where was she found?
BOOTH: Bones, I –
BRENNAN: What does it say?
ZACK: “In September of 1998, a grave-digging crew at the Sunset Memory Cemetery in Salisbury, Pennsylvania, uncovered human remains in a completely advanced stage of decomposition.”
BOOTH: Is it from a grave?
ZACK: No. It appears that somebody just dug a hole at the edge of the cemetery and…plopped the body in there.
ZACK: Sorry. “The local coroner found no obvious evidence of foul play and sent the remains, a few artifacts and soil samples to the Jeffersonian, hoping we could identify her. Technically, you mother’s been at the Jeffersonian as long as you have.
ZACK: Sorry. But they both got here in 1998.
GOODMAN: Dr. Brennan. Miss Montenegro has volunteered to drive you home.
BOOTH: Temperance. Go home.
He fails to mention he’s planning on being there later 🙂
BRENNAN: It’s after midnight…
BOOTH: Well, I was driving by, I saw that lights. I thought you might like some Wong Foo’s.
BRENNAN: You saw my lights from the road?
BOOTH: That is correct. All right!
BOOTH: After you gave me your parents’ missing persons file, I did some poking around.
BRENNAN: You worked on it?
BOOTH: Well, there wasn’t much I could do. There was no evidence, no clear jurisdiction. Listen, Bones. Finding your mother’s remains means that I can open an official F.B.I. case. I mean for the first time, a real investigation can occur.
BRENNAN: Three days after my parents disappeared, they found our car at a rest stop a thousand miles from where we lived in Chicago.
BOOTH: Yeah. I found it in a Federal impound lot in Jersey. I’m having it trucked to the Jeffersonian.
BRENNAN: They kept it all those years?
BOOTH: Well, nobody claimed it. Your father was a high school science teacher. He had no trouble with anyone at work. And then your mother – That’s a different matter.
BRENNAN: She was a bookkeeper.
BOOTH: Mmm, she was a witness for the prosecution. Twice. On evasion charges. That gives motive. Then there’s uh, your brother.
BRENNEN: Russ – The brother who deserted me.
BOOTH: He’s on parole. He ran a chop shop processing stolen cars for parts.
BOOTH: He says that you blame him for your parents’ disappearance?
BRENNAN: You talked to Russ?
BOOTH: I called him. Just asked him a few routine questions. He didn’t give me much. We’re gonna find out what happened to your mom. Okay?
Back at the lab, the squints are trying to help Brennan sift through evidence, when Booth kicks them out. He has news.
BOOTH: When you first gave me the file on your parents, I..I looked back into their lives three to four years before they disappeared. Jobs, friends.
BOOTH: I looked back a little further and I found that…Christine Brennan didn’t exist before 1978.
BRENNAN: What are you telling me? That – That this woman isn’t my mother? I was born in 1976. Obviously, my mother existed.
BOOTH: Do you know the most common way of creating an identity?
BRENNAN: Getting the birth certificate of someone deceased who was born the same year you were…and take over that identity.
BOOTH: I found a one, Matthew Brennan. Born and died, in 1948. Do you understand?
BRENNAN: I don’t know what it means. I don’t know what any of it means.
BOOTH: It means your parents weren’t who you thought they were. It means that they were living under…assumed identities.
Booth tracks down Russ.
RUSS: You found my mother?
BOOTH: Your sister did the I.D.
RUSS: What about dad?
RUSS: What do you want?
BOOTH: Do you remember being anyone else besides uh….Russ Brennan?
BOOTH: You wouldn’t lie to me, would you, Russ?
RUSS: Cops always think I’m lying.
BOOTH: I want you to come back to D.C. and help out in this investigation.
RUSS: I got a job, man.
Back at the lab…
ANGELA: Hodgins. What’s the giant problem.
HODGINS: It’s a movie ticket. A little U.V. analysis, some guesswork..I come up with “The Fugitive”
ANGELA: So what’s wrong? You don’t like Brennan’s mom’s taste in movies?
HODGINS: The Fugitive was the third top-grossing film of 1993.
ANGELA: Brennan’s parents disappeared in December of 1991.
HODGINS: Yet, mom’s going to Harrison Ford movies almost 2 years later.
ANGELA: Oh, god. This IS giant.
HODGINS: What do I do? Pretend I never found this?
BRENNAN: Did you find something in the soil?
Booth arrives on the scene with Russ. She doesn’t want to chat.
BOOTH: Hey, Bones. Come on.
BRENNAN: My mother died of a subdural hematoma. Bleeding in the brain.
BOOTH: You want to proceeded rationally, correct?
BRENNAN: Chances are the subdural hematoma was caused by a blow to the head.
BOOTH: Great. You got the how. Now let’s get the who. You just told me that your mother was murdered. I mean, who better to help us than – than your brother?
He got her with logic!
RUSS: Mom loved dolphins. This was mine! My favorite marble. What was she doing with that?
BRENNAN: Where did Booth find you?
RUSS: It’s not hard for an F.B.I Agent to find a parolee.
BRENNAN: I didn’t ask how. I asked where.
RUSS: Moorehead City, North Carolina. I call every year on your birthday. You never pick up.
BRENNAN: Take a hint.
RUSS: Can I have this, please?
BRENNAN: It’s evidence.
RUSS: Of what? It’s a kid’s marble.
BRENNAN: It’s the rules. I can’t let you have it.
RUSS: Same old Tempe. Never met a rule worth breaking.
BRENNAN: Same old Russ. On parole.
BOOTH: Angela, I might send Russ in to describe some people to you.
ANGELA: Okay. What people?
BOOTH: Some people a seven year old boy might remember.
ANGELA: That’s a little vague there, Booth.
BOOTH: The drawing – I mean, that’s important. It’s more that I trust your instincts.
ANGELA: When it comes to men?
BOOTH: When it comes to suspects….Why do you think that Bones asked her boyfriend you know, to uh, read her book and not me? You know, maybe…maybe because there was just too much of me in the story. Oh, she was embarrassed. You think? May–Maybe? (His phone rings) Booth. Yeah, I’m on my way. Thanks. Uh, the family car just arrived.
I love that Angela is the one he asked about Brennan and her boyfriend! She gets it.
Booth reveals to Brennan and Russ that he’s found out more info.
BOOTH: I had N.C.I.C. database check for a married couple who disappeared in 1978. Meet Max and Ruth Keenan.
RUSS: That’s mom and dad alright.
BRENNAN: The N.C.I.C. database? That’s ..that’s criminals. My parents were on the list of Federal Offenders?
RUSS: How do you like that? I guess a criminal nature runs in the family.
BRENNAN: You were seven years old, Russ. Old enough to remember. What – What is your real name? What is MY real name?
BOOTH: Bones, it’s right here in the file.
BRENNAN: No! No! I want him to tell me! What is my real name, Russ?
RUSS: My name was Kyle. Your name was Joy.
Brennan has a heart to heart with her bestie.
BRENNAN: At first, I thought the worst thing was that they were missing.
ANGELA: Except “dead” means no more hope.
BRENNAN: My mother was alive for almost 2 years after they disappeared. She abandoned me.
ANGELA: You don’t know that. Look. You finally got to slap Russ. You’ve been wanting to do that for years.
BRENNAN: I worshipped him. You know? Oooh. He was so cool. Everyone knew I was Russ Brennan’s little sister. I wasn’t cool or pretty, so being his sister – You know that game, Marco Polo? I’d be sitting in class, and I’d hear out the window “Marco!” It’d be Russ, checking in on me and letting everyone know that I was his little sister.
ANGELA: Did you “Polo”?
BRENNAN: Yeah. Sometimes it’d be the only word I said all day – “Polo”. And then mom and dad disappeared and Russ took off. Suddenly, no one cared where I was. I miss that. Someone caring where I am all the time.
BOOTH: Bones! Bones! You up there? Come on. Let’s go. Chop. Chop. I found the Agent that was assigned to your parents’ case.
One of my favorite B&B moments of all time. Of the whole series. Booth is there for her. Always.
The investigation continues. Angela meets with Russ.
ANGELA: You know, your sister is my best friend, so when she says you can’t be trusted, I trust her.
RUSS: This is you being charming? Does Tempe really hate me that much?
ANGELA: Russ, she loves you. It’d be easier if she hated you. Hate is a lot easier to deal with than love. Especially, disappointed love.
RUSS: You know what’s ironic? Tempe doesn’t trust me because I keep a promise.
ANGELA: What promise?
RUSS: Seven years old. Dad and me in the backyard, this was in Ohio. My dad tells me. “You’re not Kyle anymore. Forget about Kyle. You’re Russ.” He says, “If you ever tell anyone – the police, anyone – you will be killing your mother and your sister.” “Swear” he says. “You swear on your baby sister’s life you won’t tell” He makes me say my new name a hundred times – Russ Brennan, Russ Brennan, Russ Brennan. He says it with me. Russ Brennan. Russ Brennan. Russ Brennan.
ANGELA: Around that time, when Kyle became Russ…Maybe you saw someone. Maybe you saw someone who scared you? Someone who scared you because you had instincts. The instincts of a frightened kid. Was there someone like that?
RUSS: Yeah. A man came to the house one day. Um, my dad said if I ever saw this guy again, to grab my sister, and hide.
ANGELA: Well, when you’re ready, you’ll describe that man to me.
RUSS: All right.
Booth is back at Brennan’s place.
BRENNAN: If you keep bringing Chinese food in the middle of the night, we’re both gonna get fat.
BOOTH: I know what you’ve been thinking.
BRENNAN: I doubt it.
BOOTH: You’ve been thinking that your family is made up of liars and criminals. And that makes you feel lonely. There’s a story here we don’t know yet.
BRENNAN: Like what?
BOOTH: Bones, “don’t know” means it’s a mystery.
BRENNAN: What were your parents like?
BOOTH: My parents, uh – my dad, he, uh –He drove thuds and phantoms in Vietnam. Those are fighter jets. After that, he was a barber in Philadelphia and my mom, she wrote jingles for a local advertising agency.
BRENNAN: So they didn’t go out at night after you were asleep and rob banks?
BOOTH: Listen, Bones. You know – parents, um, they have secret lives. If they didn’t, they wouldn’t be parents. It is a little late for Chinese, isn’t it? Thanks for the meal. See you tomorrow.
Brennan goes to the lab, but she isn’t alone.
ZACK: Dr. Brennan, is it morning?
BRENNAN: No, I couldn’t sleep. Why are you still here?
ZACK: We’re all here. No one’s leaving until we figure out what happened to your mother.
BRENNAN: Thank you.
Angela, Booth, and Brennan are trying to figure out who scared Russ as a child.
BOOTH: Hey, know what? I’m gonna play hardball with Witness Protection. If they don’t cooperate, I’m gonna put his face in the paper.
BRENNAN: Wouldn’t you get in trouble for that?
BOOTH: Well, we’ll find out.
ANGELA: You know what? Sometimes, he is just – Whew.
Our thoughts exactly, Angela.
B&B head out to talk to a man who ran with her parents. He spins a tale about running off with Brennan’s mother and that her dad is guilty of hitting her mother. She loses it.
BRENNAN: I work at the Jeffersonian Institution. I’m a Forensic Anthropologist. I specialize in identif – in identifying – in identifying people when nobody knows who they are. My father was a science teacher. My mother was a bookkeeper My brother – I have a brother. I’m Dr. Temperance Brennan.
BOOTH: I know who you are. Hey. I know. It’s okay. Shh. It’s gonna be alright.
Booth and Russ do not trust this guy’s story.
BRENNAN: You don’t believe him?
BOOTH: No. I don’t believe him.
BRENNAN: Give me one piece of evidence that doesn’t back up his story.
BOOTH: You’re school sticker on the back of your parents’ car – it was scraped off.
RUSS: What does that prove?
BOOTH: Well, there’s a story that tracks for me, but without evidence, it’s – it’s just a story.
RUSS: Tell us.
BOOTH: Your parents go out Christmas shopping one day. They spot McVicar, the hit man. Alright? They lead him away from your home.
BRENNAN: Scrape off the name of the school so he can’t trace it back to me and Russ.
BOOTH: He take out your father…
BRENNAN: …and my mother gets away with a head wound.
BOOTH: She leaves the car a thousand miles away, finds friends, but she can never go back to see you guys because the crew is still looking for her. It’s just a story.
BRENNAN: Fits the evidence.
RUSS: Tempe, that theory explains why mom never came back for you during that year and a half before she died.
BRENNAN: What’s your excuse, Russ?
RUSS: You’re the one that left me. You needed someone to blame. You chose me.
BRENNAN: I was fifteen years old.
RUSS: I was nineteen! My parents were gone. My sister hated my guts. Everyone’s telling me that she’d be better off in foster care.
BRENNAN: You didn’t even ask me.
RUSS: I tried, Temperance. You wouldn’t talk to me. You still wouldn’t be talking to me if mom’s bones hadn’t shown up. And I kept trying. Every year. Every year on your birthday. You’re the on that gave up! You turned your back on me and you made yourself a new family.
They go back to confront the creep.
MCVICKER: I need to speak to you alone.
BOOTH: Forget it.
BRENNAN: Booth, it’s alright.
BRENNAN: It’s alright.
BOOTH: You got two ways to look at this. One is, you score a private chat. The second one is, you attack her and I’ll drill you through the forehead.
MCVICKER: How could I possibly attack her?
BOOTH: I’ll decide what is and isn’t an attack –like say, a hiccup.
I just adore his protective thing.
BRENNAN: Why are you letting me drive?
BOOTH: It’s your reward.
BRENNAN: For what?
BOOTH: For totally pissing off a hit man. Can I read your book?
BRENNAN: After it comes out.
BOOTH: Not before?
BOOTH: I let you drive!
BRENNAN: Just let it go.
BOOTH: Where are we going?
BRENNAN: I’d like to make up for a little lost time.
BOOTH: I’m gonna go get a funnel cake. Okay?
BRENNAN: I have something for you.
RUSS: Thanks, Tempe.
BRENNAN: Russ. You were right. You were only 19, but at the time, I didn’t understand what that meant. Sometimes people need to explain things to me, I guess.
RUSS: Then, you have to let them talk to you.
BRENNAN: If you can maybe come back and stay a couple days longer? Please? At my place, I mean.
All three return to Brennan’s place.
BRENNAN: Anybody thirsty?
RUSS: Is it too early for a beer?
BOOTH: Ah, I gotta go. You know, I’m picking up Parker for the weekend.
He notices Brennan’s book and decides to stay awhile.
RUSS: You have a boy?
RUSS: The woman I’m seeing, she’s got uh, two daughters.
BOOTH: Nice. Girls are nice.
ANSWERING MACHINE: “New message recorded today. 3p.m.”
MAN’S VOICE: “Temperance? You have to stop looking. Y—You have to stop looking for me right now. This is bigger and worse than you know. Please stop now.”
BOOTH: Who’s that?
BRENNAN: That was my father.
And just to end it on my favorite part: