I hope this is important, I'm trying to find cause of death... [Smells the fried catfish.] What's that smell?
[As Angela prepares a table, Hodgins turns to show Finn.]
It... is Catfish, "Opie".
Oh. That wasn't neccessary, "Thurston".
But it was. [Points to the chair waiting] Come here, sit down.
[Finn sits down to the fried Catfish. Hodgins' hand moves to his pocket.]
And this... [Pulls a bottle of the hot sauce out of his pocket] This is the hot sauce.
Taste it, you are gonna love it.
[Finn reluctantly obliges]
This is... [drinks some of the sauce] Oh, my god! How did you do that?
Aframomum melegueta; it's more commonly as "Guinea grain". It's native to swampy habitats along the West African Coast. I have no idea how your Granny got a hold of it, but...
She used to trade with a Herbalist in the woods...Damnit...If you hadn't brought my Granny back from the dead! [starts laughing]
Hey, I told you I'd find it, right?
And you were right. The secret ingredient was Love. That's the only explanation for Hodgins spending so much time, and effort to do this.
[Finn pours the hot sauce on the catfish and starts eating]
Hey, we shouldn't keep this stuff a secret, I mean the world would love this.
Aaaa. Very true, very true.
You should slow down a little bit, Finn. You don't wanna get a bone stuck down your throat.
[Holds up a catfish bone] Not from a baby Catfish.
[Bends the catfish bone to emphasize that it is flexible. As he looks at it, he has an epiphany on the victim's cause of death.]
[Finn gets up, hovering between going and eating his catfish. He grabs the bottle of hot sauce before he leaves. Angela and Hodgins look bemused.]
I'm just angry, that's all it is. [he and Brennan sit down on a bench] I just feel like him.
My dad. I feel like my dad. You know, he would blame her for everything. My mom would apologize and he would just stare at her.
[looks at Brennan, sarcastically] Really? Because, you know, I grew up in a household of violence and hatred. Look at me now. I look for that everyday – murder, cruelty. [sighs]
Everyday you try to stop it. Everyday you prove what a good man you are.
Why didn't I stop her? Why didn't I stop my own mom?
'Cause it's difficult. Isn't that what you said about my dad? How long did it take me to forgive him? You think I still don't get angry?
Maybe it's just simpler this way, Bones.
Is that what your religion says?
[sarcastically] Really? You wanna bring that into this conversation now?
The Jesus myth is all about forgiveness, isn't it?
Absolution, the ability to transform ourselves. So you grew up suffering. In the myth, Jesus suffered and he forgave those––
Please, Booth. Water to wine, raising the dead, walking on water, these defy the basic laws of physics, but forgiveness, that's its value. That's why the myth has endured.
I want to marry you. Will you marry me, Booth?
Yes. I've been afraid, I've been stubborn, and I've been in love. And marriage would make you so happy.
You're sure? You're not just saying this because of Pelant and everything that's going on here?
Positive. All of this just made me see things more clearly. I love you. I want you to be my husband. I want to...I want to spend the rest of my life with you. [Booth is still stunned] Say something.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. [does the sign of the Cross] It's been... [downs a shot] Woah, this is definitely not the good stuff, Father.
Don't call me "Father", Master Sergeant. I'm not a priest anymore.
I'm not in the Army anymore, so that makes us even.
