All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S01E21 - The Soldier on the Grave (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

I never get used to the
magnitude of this place,

what it's taken to keep
this country free.

All societies build monuments
to their dead

to convince future combatants

that it's an honor
to die in battle.

Well, for these
servicemen, it
was, you know?

And somebody to
use this place to
protest the war--

it just pisses me off.

These are the lives that
gave them that right.

These men-- they
should be respected.

If they were really respected,

maybe not so many of them
would be buried here.

Are we going to get into
something here, Bones?
I don't see why.

I think we both wish
this place were a lot smaller.

Agent Booth,
Dr. Brennan,
right this way.

Must have happened in
the middle of the night.

Place is so big,
no one saw the fire.

( camera shutters clicking )

The accelerant was
charcoal starter.

We didn't find
a suicide note.

If he was a protestor,
wouldn't he leave a note?

Didn't need to.

It's on
Charlie Kent's grave.

Press was coming out
this morning

to do a tribute to him.

It's the one-year anniversary
of his death.

Charlie Kent?

He was
in the National Guard.

He was about to be drafted
by the NBA

when he got shipped out to Iraq.

He gave his life
taking out a group of insurgents

to save his unit.

Won the Silver Star.

BRENNAN:
It's male,

African descent, approximately
20 to 29 years old.

Too early
to determine cause of death.

I'm not a pro,
but I'm guessing fire.

AGENT:
The White House

and DoD want an ID
as soon as possible.

So they can brand him a traitor.

Why do you have
to be so cynical?

I'm not cynical.

It's a necessary part
of the psychology of warfare--

heroes and villains.

Without clear distinctions
like that,

we'd never be able
to fight.

Yeah, well,
I always found being shot at

is a motivating factor.

Bag these fragments
of his clothing.

I also want any

singed plant life or debris
you find around him.

ADDY:
I'm on it.

What?

That was
Jamie Richards.

We were in the Rangers together.

He was hit by a roadside bomb

just outside the Green Zone.

You know, he left a...

a wife and two kids.

The fact that
he was near this...

You believe somehow
he's still here watching?

Yeah.

You don't.
I get that.

I know you think
he was a good man.

That's...

That's enough for me.

Zack, I want pictures
of all remaining tissue

before he's moved.

ANNOUNCER:
The unidentified suicide victim

was found at Private Kent's
grave this morning.

Services had been planned
to honor Kent

on the one-year anniversary
of his death in Iraq.

The war hero...

Ah... I used to love
watching Kent play.

He could fly.

He made 46.4% of his three-point
attempts in his last season.

A basketball fan.
I'm surprised, Mr. Addy.

BRENNAN:
Zack, I'd like you to keep
cleaning the bones.

Did you see the game
against North Carolina?

53 points,
and he grabbed 18 rebounds.

BRENNAN:
Zack...

Sorry. Cleaning.

It's difficult
knowing

Kent will never play again.

It makes the war so real.

HODGINS:
Which is odd, since

it was all fiction that got us
there in the first place.

So you don't think
we should stand up to tyrants?

Sure.

I've been waiting
for the press to do that

for three years now.

I can't believe
you took the bait.

Yeah. Me, neither.

( phone ringing )

Ugh... press office
at Defense.

Please ID him.

This is the third
call in an hour.

Hello.

Yes. It's a pleasure
to hear from you again, sir.

Yes. We're very close.

All right, I fed his dentals,
approximate age, height,

along with a rough sketch

I made from the tissue markers
into the DoD database.

HODGINS:
Victim had lamb
about an hour

before his death.

Of course, it's a little
overcooked now.

He toasted himself.
Who cares what he ate?

Just doing our
jobs, Booth.

Big boys telling you
to sweep this one under the rug?

Just can the left-wing
conspiracies, Hodgins.

This is probably one
of your nut-ball friends

here on the table.

Don't think so.

The fabric found at the scene
was cotton

with synthetic polymers;
dye: olive-green.

This dude was wearing
a military uniform.

He's one of yours, not mine.

MONTENEGRO:
Okay. His name is

Devon Marshall.

He just served in the
Guard with Kent.

What?

He was there in Mosul
the night Kent was killed.

He was protesting?
HODGINS:
Marshall could have had

a change of heart.

It's not like support
for the war is increasing.

Yeah, but it also could
have been survivor's guilt.

The guy who saved his
life didn't make it.

You can't imagine
what it's like
carrying that around.

I don't think so,
Booth.

There's evidence of damage

on the external
auditory meatus
here and here.

BOOTH:
I'm sorry,
you know,

but I left my phrasebook
at home.

The opening in the skull

where the auditory nerves feed
into the brain.

So we're talking ear hole.

Yes.
BOOTH:
They simplified these words

for a reason, people.

Something was jabbed
into his ear.

Okay, that's clear,
but why?

There are scrapings
within the cranium

and marks on the inside of
the parietal and occipital.

Whatever was used
was pushed completely
through his skull.

Someone scrambled his brain,
then set the fire,

so there'd be no tissue left
to see what had been done.

Exactly.

Devon Marshall didn't die
in the fire.

He was murdered first.

BRENNAN:
Marshall was against the war.

They knew he'd look
like a protester,

so no one would
expect murder.

As far as anyone knows,
this is still a suicide.

I want the killer to think that
he got away with it, all right?

He's smart. I want the edge.

Okay, Zack, then magnify
the marks on the cranium.

Call me if you match them
to any kind of weapon.

You know, I'm just
going to be asking

his mother a few questions.

You could've just stayed
back there

and played with your bones.

I know. Just wanted
to keep you company, that's all.

Company?
Yeah.

I'm trying to be more sociable.

Lousy liar.

I just think

inside you're still military,
Booth.

You might be too close
to this one.

I just want to make sure
you stay objective.

I know how to
do my job, okay?

I was doing it just fine,
long before I met you.

You're angry.

Well, because I have people
all around me

with opinions about the war

who don't know what the hell
they're talking about.

I've been in Sudan, Rwanda.

For two months, I sifted
through the wreckage of 9/11,

trying to help the families
of the victims.

All I'm saying is that this is
just another case, that's all.

It just... it's another case.

You're not such a great liar
yourself.

I'm your partner.

Let me be your partner.

BOOTH:
since he came back?y troubles

Any personal problems?

Some days...

...I didn't know him.

He used to be very
outgoing, happy.

But since he came back,

all he did was spend time
with his little sister.

Take her to school,
help her with her homework.

Said his job now
was keeping me safe.

But most of the time,
it was like

I was taking
care of him.

It was like he was
scared all the time.

Did he, uh...

Did he talk, you know,
to anyone else

that he served with?

GIRL:
Just Jimmy.

He'd talk to him.

When Jimmy wasn't in

the hospital,
the VA.

WOMAN:
over there,

he really believed
in what he was doing.

He wrote us all the time,

saying how good he felt
seeing the people free...

voting,
'cause he remembered

when his grandpa
was a young man...

...he didn't have the right
to vote.

When can I have my son back?

When can I lay him to rest?

Soon, Mrs. Marshall.

We just want to make sure
we have all the facts.

( clears throat quietly )

( sighs )

BRENNAN:
I know it's his sister,

but it seems odd
for a grown man

to spend so much time
with a 13-year-old.

No. You come back
still all over you.

You know? You want to be
around something pure.

Something innocent.

Adults-- they want you
to relive it all.

They want war stories,
like they're entertainment.

It makes them feel better.

If they hear you survived,

then maybe war isn't so bad.

John Wayne syndrome.

Don't tell me you're going
to trash the Duke now.

Are you kidding?
I love the Duke.

Wouldn't have guessed
that one, little lady.
Remember Stagecoach?

( odd voice ):
is being scared to death

but saddling up anyway.

What was that,
the Duke?

That was horrible.
That was like Jerry Lewis.

Was not.

BOOTH:
Just a couple
of quick questions, Jimmy.

I-I... I can't... I can't talk
about Devon now, man. I-I...

I-I just can't.
Why can't you
leave him alone?

He's got enough
troubles.

I understand, okay? It's...

Readjusting... takes time.

It's different
for every one of us.

It sure as hell was different
for Devon. He's gone, man.

Son of a bitch should have never
checked out on me like that.

WOMAN:
That's when Jimmy
came back in here,

when he heard about Devon.

He was doing pretty good
before that.

Baby, I can't hold a job yet.

I can't even provide
for my family.

Did you and Devon ever argue?

Oh, no, we-we had
to stick together.

That's what it was all about.

Devon would call
and Jimmy would
take off to meet him.

Middle of dinner,
playing with Sarah,

it didn't matter:
Jimmy would go.

He needed me, Karen.

Man, you served. You know what
it's like when you get back.

You got no one but the guys
you served with.

BRENNAN:
You and Devon would visit

Corporal Kent's grave site?

It never should've happened
like that, not to Kent.

We would go and tell him that.

We... we were sorry.

We needed
him to know.

I understand.

I don't.

How did it happen, Jimmy?

It doesn't matter, Bones.

But, Booth...

We'll see you later,
okay, Jimmy?

WOMAN:
At home.

He'll be home next time,
with me and the kids.

Right, Jimmy?

Jimmy loved that guy;
he didn't kill him.

Now you're a mind reader.
Maybe.

You want me to
guess your weight?

You do and you could
lose a tooth.

Booth, you've got
to stay objective.

Jimmy was one of the last
people to see Devon alive.

He admitted they went
to the cemetery.

Jimmy could've
killed him.
Oh, here we go.

I thought you didn't
like speculation.
I don't.

That's why I took this.

Cigarette butt, to see
if we can pull any DNA from it.

Match it to anything
he left on Devon.

All right, if you
got what you need,

why are you giving
me such grief?
Because...

I thought you could've been
a little tougher in there.

I'm tough.

Most of the time.

Do you always have to
get the last word in?

I like to, yeah.

MAN:
Booth.

Son of a bitch.

Hank! Hey!

How the hell
are you, man?

Oh, great; just got
some new wheels.

Ah, sweet ride.

Hank Lutrell,
Dr. Temperance Brennan.

Oh, the bone lady.
That's me.

Oh, I heard you two
were working together.

Booth and I were
in the same unit in Kosovo.

Hey, you've got to
come over for dinner

or Jennie and the kids'll
keep asking about you.

I'd love to. I'll call,
we'll make it a date, okay?

Great, I gotta roll.

I've got to be
in court at 3:00.
Yeah.

They can't start
without the judge.

Hey, uh, call me
or I'm gonna kick your ass.

What happened to him?
He got hurt.

There are signs
of additional damage

on C-1 at the base of the skull.

This mark couldn't have come

from the assault
inside the cranium.

I just think that
you should be aware

that Booth went through
something over there.

So I'm not supposed
to tell the truth?

Truth? It's opinion, Jack.

It looks like a dimple
in the bone... could be genetic.

There were no WMDs.
That's the truth.

Every major intelligence agency
in the world thought there were.

ZACK:
We should get
magnifications of the area

to determine what else
could have caused it.

Are you defending
what's going on over there?

No, mistakes were made...
obviously.

Yeah, like establishing
military bases over there

instead of investing a fraction
of what this war costs

into alternative
energy projects.

Nothing is that simple.

To me, it is. We're ruled
by the corporate oligarchy.

Face it.

ZACK:
There's also some
discoloration here.

You should do some scrapings
to see what it might be.

You want to make the world
a better place, Jack?

Try shutting your yap
long enough

to hear something
other than

the sound of your own voice.

Hey, where
are you going?

The scrapings?

Huh? Oh. Yeah.

I thought we were
having a good time.

It's a pleasure to finally
meet you, Dr. Brennan.

You've helped us
with some casualties

we never thought
we'd be able to ID.

Someday maybe
I won't be needed.

That's what
we all hope.

Captain Fuller, give
Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan

all the help they need.
Yes, sir.

Please.

So this is your third tour
in Iraq, Captain?

Yes, a National Guard unit
can be difficult to lead.

Nothing against
the Guard,

but usually they're
inexperienced,

shortchanged on equipment.

But Kent's unit, they were one
of the best I ever had.

And Devon Marshall?

Marshall was a good soldier.

But after he came back,
he seemed to turn

against the military, saw us
as the problem over there.

You must have known
men like that.

Some people just aren't
cut out for it.

Like Jimmy Merton.

Jimmy's been having
some troubles,

but he still supports us.

Both Marshall and Jimmy seem
like they had trouble

getting over
Corporal Kent's death.

Any idea why it was
so tough for them?

I mean, tougher
than usual?

We were on a patrol in Mosul.

Intel reports
indicated

there were insurgents
in this neighborhood.

We were canvassing the area.

Private Campbell--
she stayed in the Humvee

as the unit headed toward
a small house up the street.

There were five of us.

Kent, Marshall, Merton,
Lefferts and myself.

It was a small house,
two rooms.

I looked through a slat
and saw three insurgents

in the back room, one a woman.

The men had AK-47s.

I sent Kent and Lefferts

to cover the back,
so no one could run.

I was getting the others
into position

when one of the insurgents
must have spotted Kent.

I heard the pop-pop-pop
of the enemy AK-47.

Kent made entry
to take them out

before they could get
to the rest of us.

Lefferts followed him in

while we were
kicking in the front door.

When we got to them,

Kent had already been killed
taking out the insurgents.

A sight like that stays
with you.

For two part-timers like that,
I guess it was too much.

But whatever Marshall
was trying to do,

desecrating
Kent's grave,

Kent saved the unit.

Marshall can't take that away.

Devon Marshall
was murdered, Captain.

God...

Any bad blood between him
and Jimmy Merton?

Not that I know of.

We only have the after-action
summary of the incident.

I'd like to have the full
report, Kent's autopsy,

the photographs you
took of the scene,

and any other
evidence that exists.

You'll have whatever you need.

BRENNAN:
I thought we were keeping
the murder to ourselves.

He's the Company
Commander, Bones.

He's a decorated officer.

And you think a soldier
wouldn't kill someone?

Oh, suddenly it's
your job to question

the motives of
everyone who serves?

No, it's my job
to solve a murder.

Yours, too.

Treat him like you would
anyone else

involved in an investigation.

You're not in the military
anymore, Booth.

I will find out who
killed Devon Marshall.

That's all you
need to know.

How's Booth doing?

He's angry.

I think I said some things.

Sweetie...

He wasn't being objective.

I just had to get him to focus.

You have to think
before you speak.
Why?

I can say anything to you
without thinking about it first.

Yeah, men aren't like us.

They're much more fragile
and needy.

The fact that they think
we're the needy ones

is a testament
to our superiority.

Yeah, I guess I forgot.

Dr. Brennan,
the military delivered

all the paperwork
you requested.

Private Kent's
autopsy report

is careless
and incomplete.

There was
no incision,

no X-rays, so there's
no way to confirm

the amount of bullets
that he was hit with.

The ME marked
seven entry points,

but the report says
there were only six bullets.

I could've done better
with a Crayola.

Medical records are done
on the fly in combat situations.

That doesn't mean
that they're falsified.

Booth, the report
is a mess.

Ange, I'd like
you to input

these photographs
and enhance them

for as much detail
as possible.

I couldn't salvage much flesh
from Marshall's ear

but I'm sending anything useful
up to pathology

to see if they can match
anything with the DNA

they pulled
from Jimmy Merton's cigarette.

Were you really mad before?

Why, because of your strident,
paranoid ramblings?

I'm guessing mad.

Fair enough.

Can I at least give you
some material to read?

You could try.

But you'd walk
funny for a week.

I'd better work
on these scrapings for Zack.

This is a murder.

We know Devon would
visit Kent's grave,

Jimmy said, to apologize.

He knew something
about Kent, Booth.

Something these reports
will never tell us.

So what do you want to do?

I want to exhume
Charles Kent.

Exhume a war hero?

Do you have any idea
what you're asking?

It's the only way we'll realy
know what happened to him.

You have the report.

Which is sloppy
and incomplete.

He is supposed to be honored
this week, Bones,

not humiliated.

Doesn't Devon Marshall deserve

as much respect
and honor as Kent?

I'm sorry, Bones.
I can't let you do this.

I'm not asking
for your permission, Booth.

I can get the court order
on my own.

I was just kind of hoping
for your support.

Agent Booth, I'm Tina Kent.

Yes, ma'am, I'm very sorry.

You know, this
is his Silver Star...

I know how much
you hate this, Booth.

Let's just get it over with,
all right?

Okay, I want
a full set

of X-rays and
a clear picture

of all fracture patterns.

And a tox screen
and analysis

of any particulates
in the wounds.

DoD wants this done fast.

They want this out of the press
as soon as possible.

It will take the time
it takes to do properly.

Can you run scenarios
on the angles

and the entry order
of the shots?

Yeah, I should be able
to give you something.

I know we don't see eye
to eye on a lot of stuff,

because, you know,
politically, I think we live

in an Orwellian
nightmare, due to...

What... what are you
trying to say?

Just...

I'm sorry, man.

I really am.

BRENNAN: I'll need
X-rays of L-1 through 4
and the left scapula.

Ah, he's just a kid.
It's always the young.

Anthropologists have theorized
that wars break out

when there's an increase
in the population

of unmarried men
under the age of 25.

I'm sorry.

I need to create a
distance from the victim.

It's how I deal;
I didn't mean...

Just... you know what,
do what you have to do.

I'm going to go do my thing.

I-I-I should've
been with Kent.

M-maybe I could've
shielded him, you know?

But-but the captain,
he put me and Devon
on the front door.

By the time we got to Kent,
it-it was too late.

And what did you see
from where you were?

Oh, no, come on, man; I don't
need to go through that again.

Okay, the captain told you.

You read the report.

Come on, Jimmy.

Please. All right?
This is for Kent.

And Devon.

It was the first action we saw.

Man, nobody was ready.

We were outside the front door,
sweating in the heat,

just waiting.

What was the first thing
you heard?

First... was the pop-pop-pop
from the enemy AK.

Then all hell
broke loose.

We broke down the door,

we made entry,
and those people,

the Iraqi ones,
they were already dead

when we got to the back room...
Kent, too.

Lefferts, standing over him
all freaked.

Man, we were all freaked, man.

These were real people,
you know?

Did you see them
firing on Kent?
No.

But like I said,

it took time
to kick in the door

and push through
to the back room.

If I got there faster, I'd...

There was nothing I could do,
you know?

I swear.

The X-rays show that
six of the bullets

are still in the remains.

I need to see which
entries were fatal.

Anything more
on Devon Marshall?

We're still working on
the bone dimple in his neck.

Okay, set up a tray so we can
start extracting the bullets.

Did you find anything
in the wounds

that might have changed
the trajectory of the bullets?

Not yet.

Just residual
sesquioxide

and silica
accumulation,

a little decayed
organic matter,

probably food that
was on the floor.

So...
Thank you.

Look, Angela...

I run on sometimes,
I know.

I guess I think if
I yell loud enough,

maybe someone
will listen.

Yeah, you have
to be careful

people don't go deaf.

You know, what you did
for Booth before,

showing him
you understood?

That was good.

Everyone hears
something like that.

I joined the Guard

'cause they helped
pay for medical school.

All my life, I wanted
to be a doctor.

That's all I ever wanted.

I never thought I'd get sent
overseas, much less Iraq.

Your service record
is exemplary.

I survived.

That's my achievement.

Look, I'm sorry
to do this, Ms. Campbell,

I'm just trying to reconstruct
the night of the firefight.

I was parked in the alley.

The captain told me
to stay in the Humvee.

Women aren't supposed to
engage in direct combat.

He took the unit to the house.

The street was quiet.

I was waiting, then I heard
the "pop-pop-pop"

of the AK-47.

Then Kent and
Lefferts firing,

the captain and the others
breaking down the door.

Then everything stopped...

and went quiet again.

Then the captain came back,
told me Kent had been hit.

He knew I was a med student,

so he sent me in while
he radioed for a medevac.

As an intern...

I've seen a lot of
horrible things...

but when it's your friend...

someone you serve with...

Been in the Guard for years--

didn't think I'd ever
get called up again.

I mean, I'm 45.

Just not enough men
for this mess.

Look, Mr. Lefferts,
if we could just...

We were 22 hours
into a 12-hour detail.

You try that when
it's 110 degrees out.

( sighs )

They called me "Dad"
because I was the old guy.

Kent was the kid.

Captain sent us around back.

I was supposed
to look out for him.

It got like I really was
the damn kid's father.

Kent was gung-ho,

you know?

Would've fought
the whole damn war himself.

So...

he sees something
move inside.

Something shines
off the light--

a barrel, he says.

Then we hear people
moving around,

somebody coming towards us
from inside.

Then somebody fires.

What did it sound like--
the shots?

It was like a
"pop-pop-pop."

Then Kent rushes in,
sees the first guy,

blows him away.

Wasn't supposed to go in
by himself,

so I rush in
and I take out the last guy.

And then it all stops.

And when it does...

Kent is lying there.

I can't believe it.

I'm-I'm-I'm....
staring down at Kent...

and then the others, they ask,
"What happened, Dad?"

"Dad, what happened?"

And I'm...

and I'm staring down at Kent
like he really is my kid.

I'm a lawyer!

A damn lawyer.

I shouldn't
have been there.

None of us should've been there.

( sighs )

BOOTH:
Their stories
don't line up.

You said the events
seem consistent.
Exactly.

We've got a group of
traumatized soldiers

who all managed to say

the same words
to describe the first shots:

"Pop-pop-pop."

It was rehearsed.

They're hiding something.
That makes sense.

Something Devon knew about.

Yeah, and someone else
didn't want to get out.

That's all of them.

The way the blood pooled
around the bullets,

these three were the ones
that killed him.

But these rounds
aren't from an AK-47.

These are.

Well, they didn't kill him;

circulation had stopped by
the time these bullets hit.

Right, the ones that killed him
were from an M-14... 14.

Those.... are from our weapons.

Friendly fire.

Oh, God.

Booth...
You know what?

Let's just find out
who did this, all right?

Not all personnel in a unit
carry the same weapons.

We have to find out
who was issued the M-14.

Lefferts was the only one
issued an M-14.

So Kent runs into the house
firing.

The insurgents fire back.

Lefferts follows
Kent in.

Lefferts is shooting,
and he kills Kent.

And Devon wanted
to tell the truth,

but Lefferts, you know,

he's got a successful
legal practice,

too much to lose.

Lefferts kills Devon.

( indistinct radio
communication )

( indistinct radio chatter )

Right now, they got
one posted outside

and another set up for TC.

"I shot Kent that night.

"I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to,

but I can't live
with it anymore."

His assistant says
he was out of town

the night that
Devon Marshall died.

He couldn't
have killed him.

The murderer is
still out there, Booth.

Devon Marshall was
too badly burned.

Hodgins couldn't get
enough usable tissue

to match the DNA from
Jimmy Merton's cigarette.

So the one person who had
a motive killed himself,

but he couldn't have
killed Marshall.

The ME confirm suicide?

Yeah.

Plus no one was in
or out of the office.

He definitely
killed himself.

But we still have no idea
who killed Devon Marshall.

( knocking )

Agent Booth?

Mr. Kent.

This is Dr. Brennan.

I know.

I'm sorry I exhumed your son,
sir, but we needed...

No, please, thank you.

It's important for us
to find out how he died.

You want to sit?

No.

I-I just wanted to ask...

There are so many
conflicting stories.

Now the captain says
he can't talk to us.

I just wanted to ask you
to find the truth.

My wife and I
can't live

not knowing what happened
to Charlie.

We need the truth.

Of course.

I can't talk
to the family.

There's an ongoing
investigation.
Convenient.

Bones.
What?

And you had no idea this was
a friendly fire incident?

If I had,
don't you think

I would have
reported it?

There are so many
inconsistencies

in the report, Captain.
It just seems like...

You're good at your job,
Dr. Brennan,

but you don't know
the first thing about combat.

We were taking fire;
one of my men was killed;

the area wasn't secured.

Do you think I'm counting
bullets and drawing pictures?

You've been through it.

Does it ever go
the way you want it to?

Is it ever the way
it should be in combat?

We have to ask
these questions.

It's a murder
investigation.

You understand that?

And I'll cooperate
any way I can.

I don't want any more

of my men to die,
either.

Now, if there's
nothing else?

Got something.

A splinter pattern.

Particles of wood
were blown back

into one of the exit wounds
from the AK-47s.

The missing bullet.

But he wasn't leaning
against wood when he was shot.

He was in the middle
of the room.

No, he was on the floor.

Someone stood over him

and squeezed off some rounds
from an AK-47

after he was
already dead.

The missing round
passed through him

and into the wood floor.

Yeah, but all the insurgents
had already been killed.

And they were the only ones
with the AK-47s.

I hate to say
"conspiracy,"

but, my peeps,
we've got a conspiracy.

Someone wanted to cover up
the friendly fire incident

by making it look like he
was killed by the insurgents.

Angela,

enhance all the pictures
of the aftermath

so we can see body positions,

bullet holes,
damage to the house.

I want to reconstruct
what happened that night.

Look at the two of us.

You with a badge,
me in the courtroom.

Both trying
to find justice.

That's why we fought, right?

That's what they told us.

What, you don't
believe it?

Sure I do.

You don't look like you do.

You're not gambling again,
are you?

No, man. No, I've been good.

You know, I've been going
to my meetings.

Haven't even played a game
of Monopoly.

Hey, listen, Hank,

um, I got this case.

Charles Kent.

Uh... it was friendly fire.

Oh, God.

Yeah. Covered up.

Two other members
of the squad are dead.

One murdered.

You know, whatever went down

must have been
pretty ugly.

Hey...

you know, Hank,

you know what, uh,

you know what-what we did?

Don't go there, Booth.

Was it worth it?
I mean, look at you.

You saved my life.

I got a great family
because of you.

Yeah, but, I mean,
why was it always secret?

We were given a choice.

They always gave us a choice.

Yeah, but that last time...

Well...

you knew what was at stake.

Yeah, yeah.

You never talked
to anybody about it?

You've got to.

How about your girlfriend,
that doctor?

No. You know, she's...

You know, she's just my partner.

You know, look, I... I got work.
I should go.

Sure.

Uh, we're on
for Sunday dinner, right?

Yeah.
Okay.

Sunday.

BRENNAN:
I want to see
all the walls.

Can you scan them
for bullet holes?

Okay, single out the ones
that came from Lefferts' weapon.

This is hard for Booth.

He's idealistic.

Oh. It's nice
to know somebody

that wants to keep honor
and responsibility alive.

I feel like Booth thinks
I'm taking that away from him.

Okay, it says,
Insurgent A opened fire

when he saw Kent,

and Kent took him out.

Let's see A again.

MONTENEGRO:
You're just doing your job.

He knows that.

I guess.

Magnify his hands.

MONTENEGRO:
What are you looking for?

Well, his hands are
splayed like he was

shielding himself
from the rounds coming at him.

Cadaveric spasm.

The muscles became rigid
when he died.

He might not have been holding
that weapon.

What do you mean?

Show me Insurgent B.

( quiet groan )

I tell Booth
we're on the same side.

I'm not the one
who's disillusioning him.

It's my findings.

But when I look at him, I...

( sighs )

...I don't know
what else I can do.

I do.

Ange...

As a friend, Brennan.

Yeah, that whole friends
with benefits thing--

that's... that's not happening.

I'm not talking about that.

I'm-I'm talking
about being there for him,

knowing when a-a simple
touch is enough.

Maybe I could write him a note.

I can be very articulate
on paper.

Zoom in.

Okay, magnify
the blood smear.

Well, you can see by the smear
he was moved, turned,

that gun placed next to him.

Okay, show me C.

Okay, this is the third
insurgent woman, about 40,

holding the unexploded grenade
in her hand.

Magnify her torso.

Wait. She's lying
on a dinner plate.

The serving spoon
is next to her.

She'd been holding it
when she was shot.

And a grenade?!

Found anything yet?

Yeah.

None of these people were armed
when Kent went in there.

All of the weapons were planted
on them after they died.

Fuller's unit killed
an unarmed family.

Kent shot unarmed people?

They look like a family.

About to sit
down to dinner.

Were there any other
questionable operations
with this unit?

None. They served another
six months without incident.

How could something like this
have happened?

BOOTH:
Woman could've
heard him.

She was on her way
to the back door.

Kent probably thought
the spoon was a weapon.

A spoon?!

It's dark.It happens.

He's inexperienced.
He's scared out of his mind.

You only have an instant
to make a choice.

Kent probably thought
he was being attacked, so

he burst through the door.

From the spray pattern,

he was shooting as he entered.

He must've killed
the woman first,

the others as they rushed
to the woman to help.

He probably thought
they were attacking, too.

Lefferts hears all the firing,
he goes in.

Kent turns,
weapon still pointed,

Lefferts shoots, killing Kent.

It all happens in seconds.

But if Kent
turned to face him...

BOOTH:
It doesn't matter.

I mean, after all the shooting,

all Lefferts sees is

a weapon pointed
right at him.

He just reacted.

God.
Yeah.

So this was more than
a friendly fire incident.

Hell of a lot more.

You son of a bitch!

You covered up
the whole thing.

Stand down,
Agent Booth.

They were innocent.

I don't know
what you've heard,

but my report
clearly states...

We've taken your report apart.

We have the facts, Captain.

Your squad blew away
a family of innocents!

Kent! Kent did!
A kid so green,

he never should've been there
in the first place.

Do you know what
that town was like?

Our guys were getting blown up
by IEDs every day

while we were trying to build
hospitals and schools.

A mistake was made.

No one likes it.

But you know it happens.

If it got out what we
did, that neighborhood,

the whole damn city,
would've exploded.

What would you have done?

Would you have let
the city burn?

This can't come
out, Agent Booth.

Don't make this any harder,
with an ugly story like this.

I don't know what you're
fighting for, Fuller,

but it sure as hell
wasn't my country.

We'll start with
obstruction of justice.

You have no jurisdiction
on this base.

But we do, Captain.

And we're
cooperating fully

with Agent Booth.

You will not disgrace us,
Captain.

You will be held accountable.

( handcuffs locking )

BOOTH:
Devon Marshall's killer

is still out there.

Fuller placed some confiscated
weapons on the Iraqis,

pressured the
others to be quiet,

but he still
has an alibi

for the night
of Marshall's murder.

Zack found some discoloration
on Devon's vertebra.

It was caused
by residue

left from pethidine,

an opiate affectionately
known as Demerol.

Someone jabbed a syringe

into his neck, creating
the indentation in the bone.

He would have been
unconscious in seconds.

That's why the instrument
could have been placed

into his ear
without a struggle.

It was a nine-inch
surgical curette like this.

So we're looking
for someone with access

to surgical tools
and prescription drugs.

Someone the Army
sent to medical school.

All done.

He was going to tell.

I...

It's like the war
was still going on.

I was just trying to survive.

Forward, march!

My boy was just trying
to do the right thing.

Thank you for letting
people see that.

You can be proud of him.

I would never have
expected to see that.

Well, people
always surprise you.

That hasn't always
been my experience.

I've done some things.

I know.

No, no, you don't.

But it's okay.

Well, not... not as a secret.

It's not.

I have to be, uh... honest...

about myself.

I-I-I have to be able
to tell someone.

You will in time, Booth.

You will.

I was sent to Kosovo.

There was this

Serb general--

Radik--

who led a unit...

who would go into villages

and, you know, destroy them.

Women, children, all...
all killed

because he wanted to
ethnically purify his country.

He'd done this twice before.

I mean, we had facts.
Proof.

232 people...

just erased.

I was the... sniper...

sent in to stop him.

He was set to leave
in a couple of hours.

It was his son's...
son's birthday.

A little boy,
maybe about six or seven.

I can still hear the music
from the party, you know,

that song is just...
just playing in my head

Nobody knew
where the shot came from,

but, you know,
they knew why it came.

They said I saved
over a hundred people...

but, you know, that little boy,

who didn't know
who his father was,

who just...
who just loved him--

he saw him die...

fall to the ground...

right in front of him.

That little boy, all covered
with his daddy's blood.

Just changed forever.

It's never just,
it's never just the one person

who dies, Bones--
never, never.

( sniffling )

We all die a little bit, Bones.

With each shot,
we all die a little bit.

What's that mean?