Buck and Wanda Moosejaw return for their swan song in this week’s episode, but they aren’t the only blast from the past to grace our screens in the home stretch of the series’ run. Gordon (Gordon) Wyatt crosses the pond to offer some TLC of the psychological and gastronomical kind, and honestly, we’re all better for it.
There were a couple of interesting stories intersecting here. First of all, Hodgins is still searching for a way to exonerate Zack from the Gormogon murders, after Cam and Brennan nixed his last discovery as damaged goods, and lucky for us (and the bug man), our favorite shrink-turned-Michelin-star-chef comes to town to offer a little insight where Sweets left off all those years ago. Stephen Fry is one of the most impressive guest stars to ever grace our screens on Bones (which is saying a lot given the calibre of actors it’s had over the years), and I couldn’t help but instantly be transported back a half-dozen seasons to his last appearance. He brings such an unflinchingly calming presence to the role of the former agent, and that kind of gravitas definitely brings an extra pep out of the rest of the cast. (Man, Double-G, we coulda used you over the last few years.)
With all the excitement so far, I’d almost forgotten about Zack’s plight this past season, but it’s a good thing the Jeffersonian hasn’t. That being said, I’m still a little bewildered that both Cam and Brennan believe Hodgins would falsify evidence just to clear his name, as Hodgins is nothing if not committed to the honor of their work. But then I remembered that whole episode back in the early years where he lied about once being romantically involved with one of the suspects in the murder of his childhood friend (because, rich people), so maybe their consternation isn’t without merit. In the end, it comes down to Cam’s duty of preserving the moral center of the lab to protect its reputation at the cost of some friendship brownie points (as it always does — when does Cam get her recognition, guys?), and Brennan, well— she’s a little prickly these days (more on that in a minute), so I suppose her reservations are understandable as well.
This is where Chef Dr. Wyatt comes to the rescue, and gets the creative juices flowing for the entomologist. I’m a sucker for seeing Hodgins go borderline-manic when he’s jazzed about something, so the Beautiful Mind-esque descent into crazy theorizing was a lot of fun, like old times— even if, in terms of hypotheses, it was really out there. Bottom line, he borrows a page out of Bones of yore, and uses his fancy science to figure out where the body of Gormogon’s apprentice (a.k.a. Zack’s predecessor) was buried, which will somehow prove that Zack couldn’t have killed anyone. (Sorry, I kind of lost that thread.) It’s absolutely bananas, but I would expect nothing less from the show when revisiting that iconic serial killer arc. I think I’m even more pumped about Hodgins getting some vindication of his significant labor than about Zack’s potential freedom in the first place, because dude has earned his spotlight.
Of course, Gordon Gordon’s debut on the show in season 2 was to assess Booth’s fitness for duty after a troubling case, which then dovetailed into a more serious examination of his partnership with Brennan. So it’s fitting that he reappears when the Bs are at a crossroads after yet another traumatic blow, this time dealing with Brennan’s surliness in the wake of her father’s death. (Luckily no clowns were harmed in the making of this episode, but the same can’t be said for a couple of old beater cars.) It really was a delight to see the three characters fall into their old rhythms with each other, not unlike Sully’s guest stint last week. For a couple of people who tend to hold the world at arm’s length, it’s fascinating to watch the affable Brit disarm them with the very same tricks to which they’d claim immunity.
While I’m sure Brennan knew she was being played when he casually suggested going undercover would be a good escape from recent events for her, I’d like to think she used his no-longer-professional opinion as an excuse to find that catharsis. As it turns out, Gordon Gordon was right on the money, and Brennan lets her inner Wanda run wild, unruly perm and bedazzled-acid-washed jean jacket and all, to release the anger she’s been unsuccessfully holding back since Max passed away. (I also confess to loving the snark that comes out of Brennan when she’s uninhibited like this, so reminiscent of the earlier seasons.) I wondered if the parallels between the bank-robber-living-a-double-life victim and the late Mr. Keenan would run deeper, given all of Brennan’s projections in the episode, but it was nice to see her finally come to terms with her grief, in a way, and give us all hope that she’s going to come out the other side with her friends and family by her side.
Needless to say, the end of the episode warmed my heart, another throwback to the “family dinners” of old with our favorite chef at the helm. One has to ponder what he must think at the passage of time since his last outing with them, but on the other hand, he was the one to make Booth face up to the fact that he was in love with Brennan the last time he cooked for them, so maybe this is his pièce de résistance after all. Nonetheless, it was a delight to catch up with our old friend, and I am so thankful we got a final soirée with the good doctor.
Yet another intern graduates from the Jeffersonian (so long Rodolfo!), which brings us one step closer to the end of Bones. (Yikes!) Were you chuffed by Stephen Fry’s return?