All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S06E11 - The Bullet in the Brain (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

- [ Gate Buzzing, Slamming ]
- [ Men Chattering ]

[ Man ]
Prisoner on the move!

Prepare to transport!

[ Male Reporter ]
An angry crowd
is gathering downtown...

where prosecutor-turned-killer
Heather Taffet...

is expected to arrive
at the courthouse
for a final appeal.

Move out!

[ Reporter ]
Also known
as the Grave Digger,

Taffet was sentenced to death
for a single kidnap-murder...

after escaping conviction
for a string of similar crimes.

Are you nervous, Dr. Sweets?

- You seem uncomfortable.
- I'm fine.

I'm merely here to comply with
your request for psychological
counseling during transport.

Are youcomfortable?

Right.

I do appreciate
the company.

On death row,
one spends so much time alone.

It-- It tests the sanity.

Oh, I assure you,
you are sane,
technically speaking.

And you're not gonna
convince me of otherwise,

if that's your plan
to win your appeal.

So young.

You remind me of a little boy
dressed up in his father's suit.

Are you saying I remind you
of one of your victims?

You remind me
of all of them, Lance.

[ Crowd Shouting ][ Whistle Blowing ]

[ Man ]
An eye for an eye!

- [ Man #2 ]
She's gonna fry!
- Yeah!

Take care of those people
over there in that area.

She's crazy!He said we could stay!

There she is.

[ Siren Wails ]

[ Man #3 ]
Two wrongs
do not make a right!

[ Taffet ]
These people
are so unreasonable.

Most of them
are here in protest.

There's a remote possibility
your conviction
could be overturned.

No, they're deflecting,
Dr. Sweets.

You should know that.

Theyknow I'm not the only one
responsible for my crimes.

Okay, 84, change of plans.
They're bringing her
around the front.

Into all of this?We got no choice.

That parking garage--
the gate's closed.
It's not opening.

Let's go.
Move it in.

- What's wrong?
- Change of plans.

[ Siren Blaring ]Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go,
go, go, go, go, go, go.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Knock it off! Knock it off!
Knock it off! Knock it off!

I'm the lucky one, Lance.

My appeal falls through,
I die.

But you're forced to live
every day...

as a repressed,
immature imbecile...

spouting canned theories
to people who don't really care.

Everyone knows who's
the weakest link in the chain.

You testify at my appeal,
and I'm gonna walk.

Step out
of the van.You okay?

Yeah.All right,
what'd she say?

Nothing worth repeating.Nothing worth repeating.
All right.

[ Crowd Shouting ]

[ Crowd Booing, Shouting ]

Let her die!

Fry! Fry!

Let her fry!

[ Woman ]
Give her the gas!
Come on!

- [ People Screaming ]
- [ Gasps ]

[ People Screaming, Shouting ]

Whoa-whoa-whoa!
Down, down, down, down, down!

[ Siren Wailing ]

[ Woman ]
Let me see!
Let me see!

Hold on. All right,
just push everybody back.

Everybody back!
Behind the line!
Back '‘em up!

Booth! Booth!
I'm so glad you're okay.
Are there any other victims?

Just Heather Taffet.Did you see the shooter?

No, I was looking out
in the crowd. The next thing
I know, her head was gone.

Where's Sweets?He's right over there.

He was standing right next
to her. We're bringing in
the trauma guy.

Don't just stand there!

We got a shrink
who needs shrunk...

and a headless child-killer
in a puddle of brains.

Who's gonna take
the witness statements?Does it matter?

That shot came out of nowhere,
straight from God.Oh, excuse me!

Don't touch those.
Cam talked to
the medical examiner.

He agreed that
the skull fragments
can go to the Jeffersonian.

Okay, fine. All right.
You get the body.
She gets the head.

[ Brennan ]
Where are you going?Over here.

Right there.

There it is.
Damn!

That is
a powerful rifle.

So, if it, uh--
if the bullet
impacted here and...

penetrated
her head...

there--

Where do you think
it came from?

Somewhere up there.

You sure that damage was
caused by a single bullet?

When a faster-than-average
bullet hits the brain,

the shock waves
can cause an explosion.

It's called
hydrostatic shock.

So, cause of death--
exploded head.

[ Device Beeps ]Behold!

The granddaddy of all bullets
was retrieved from the scene.

-That is not a bullet.
That's a blob.
-Yeah, that's an understatement.

Look at that. It looks like
a giant piece of... gum.

[ Saroyan ]
It's awfully big.

Beyond that,
I can't estimate caliber.

Looks like pure copper though.

Uh, yeah. It doesn't
mean that it is.
I mean, I'll check it out.

Wait, the Grave Digger
was wearing a suit?

Uh, Dr. Sweets
got some spatter.

Is he okay?He's a little shaken up,
but he's fine.

Wasn't Booth there too?And Caroline Julian.

That's a fair number
of trained eyeballs
at the scene.

Booth should have this
under control in no time.

You'd think when a highly
trained, world-class sniper
witnesses an assassination,

we'd have it all sewn up.

You could say
the same thing about
the United States attorney.

I'm too short to see a thing.What bothers me is that
I didn't hear the shot.

It was a loud crowd.It wasn't thatloud.

A silencer?Nah. Must've been
long range.

What about the roof
next door?Well, I checked with SWAT.

There were two
sharpshooters
on the roof...

with standard-issue M24s.

You think it was
one of the good guys?

We checked the rifles, but we
couldn't find any casings.

What about those microphones
police put up all over town...

to pick up the sound
of gunfire?

The ShotSpotter
system. I put a
request into Metro.

They're gonna send
the recordings to
the Jeffersonian.

I also called in
a witness.

Who?
James Kent.

The father of those poor boys
the Grave Digger buried alive?

- He was there watching.
- There is a long list of people
who wanted this woman dead.

You know who leaps to my mind?
Dr. Brennan's father.

Max?

He took a shot
at the woman
before.

Maybe he got
nervous when he
heard "appeal,"

thought he had to come
keep you people safe,
like a lifeguard.

Supposedly he's in Mexico,
but I'll put him on the list.

And while you're at it,
put yourself on there too.

Me? I was standing
right next to you.Don't worry, cher.

I told you,
I couldn't see a thing.

You gotta be kiddin' me.
Come on! Huh?

[ Taffet ]
...repressed,
immature imbecile...

spouting canned theories
to people who don't really care.

Everyone knows who's
the weakest link
in the chain.

[ Beeps ] You testify at my appeal,
and I'm gonna walk.

[ Beeps ] ...testify at my appeal,
and I'm gonna walk.

- [ Knocking ]
- Yeah.

Hey.Hey.

- You okay?
- I'm fine.

Um, I should be asking you
if you'reokay.

Yeah, I'm fine. You're the one
who had to take the shower.

I can acknowledge
that I witnessed
a traumatic event,

but for some reason,

be it textbook disassociation
or the onset of P.T.S.D.,

I feel relief.

Well, you survived.

Yeah. It's more
than that though.

I'm just-- I'm happy
that Heather Taffet
can't hurt anyone anymore.

I get that.

Um, a thought
occurred to me.

Y--
[ Sighs ]

You don't think that shot
was meant for me, do you?

I mean, she asked for me
to be there.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa.

Sweets, whoever did this
was aiming at one thing--

Taffet's head.

He got off a clean shot.
Got me?

Mm-hmm.All right?

So take the day off.
Go get some rest.

You don't need my help
with the investigation?

If I do, you'll be
the first one I call.

Right. Thanks,
Agent Booth.Mm-hmm.

Cool. Oh, could you
close the door?

Yeah.Thanks.

[ Beeps ] Everyone knows who's
the weakest link in the chain.

You testify at my appeal,
and I'm gonna walk.

So, the bullet weighed 12 grams
and was made of pure copper.

Hodgins found only
trace amounts of lead.

This is the base
of the bullet?Yeah, what's left of it.

What are these grooves?

Cam says they aren't related
to internal ballistics,
but that's all we know.

Well, is there anything
you can do...

to determine the original
form of the bullet
before it was fired?

You mean,
can I unsquash it?

Yes. It needs unsquashing.

Okay, well, I can render
an educated guess...

based on
metallic properties
and total weight.

Will that help?Yes.

Okay.

Do you think my father
killed the Grave Digger?

Whoa!
Where did that
come from?

Booth put him
on the suspect list.

It's not so far out of
the realm of possibility.

Heather Taffet
was headed to an appeal.

My father would never
allow her to go free
out of concern for my safety.

Honey, I--
Max didn't do this.

Besides,
isn't he in Thailand?

Don't worry about this.

I'm sure there's plenty
of people who want to
kill the Grave Digger...

right here at home.

Twenty-seven convicted killers
she put away as a prosecutor
now on parole.

Then there's 22 family members
of her victims.

Eighty-six attorneys
she's faced in court.

One of them works
right next to the courthouse.Agent Booth.

Yeah?A James Kent
is here to see you.

I hope I didn't
keep you waiting.Oh! [ Chuckles ]

No, that's okay.Have a seat.

- So, I saw you today
at the crime scene.
- Yeah.

A lot of the victims'
families were there.
We all stood together.

Some of us
were gonna testify.

- I guess that
won't be necessary.
- Nope. [ Chuckles ]

- How do you feel about that?
- How do I feel about that?

This woman
buried my children alive.

I couldn't even
identify their bodies.

That's how I feel
about that.

I sympathize with your loss,
Mr. Kent,

but most witnesses
that were there today,

they ran
when they saw Taffet shot.

- Yeah? So?
- So you just stood there.

I just stood there because
I didn't know what the hell
was going on.

- Or because
you knew it was over?
- Are you nuts? How--

- You had a video camera
in your hand.
- Yeah.

I thought that's why
you brought me in here.

Like you said,
I was standing right there.
I got it all on tape.

Here's my paper
on how to reconstruct
gunshot injuries to the skull.

I prefer to create
an accurate representation
of hydrostatic shock.

So the reconstruction
can show us how
the head exploded.

Yes. For ease of examination,
the base should rotate.

We're gonna put
the Grave Digger's head
on a lazy Susan?

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]Yes.

- Brennan.
- Hello, Tempe, it's me.

Dad. Where are you?

I'm in Maui on--
on vacation,

taking a-- a little rest
for that weary soul of mine.

But I heard all about
that nasty old hag.

- Are you referring
to the Grave Digger?
- She's all over the news.

- So you're notthe killer?
- What? No.

- You're on the suspect list.
- Well, you don't think
I did it, do you?

Well, unless you can provide
quantifiable evidence,
I can't rule it out.

- I can provide evidence.
- That you were in Maui
at the time of the murder?

Uh, no. I was, uh--
I-I'm in New Hampshire.

Well, I-I met this woman
in Cape Cod.

But she had a husband.
I'm sure you can
guess the rest.

How can I believe you?
You lied to me just now.

When you get a second,
I have to show you
something.

Dad, I'm sorry. I have to go.
Angela has something to show me.

Okay, okay.
Listen, I love you.
All right?

And tell everybody
I didn't do it.

Bye.

I definitely found
the moment of impact. [ Monitor: Crowd Shouting ]

Right there.Mmm.

[ Crowd Screaming ]

Yeah, the shot
is definitely coming
from the south-southwest.

I don't hear anything.

Yeah, the shooter
was definitely far away.Mmm.

Hi.Hey.

What are you doin' here?
I thought you were
puttin' a head together.

I have something important
to show you.

That's the bullet?

.338 Lapua Magnum.Yes!

Angela did a rendering
based on the classic
Sears-Haack aerodynamic profile.

This shouldn't be pure copper,
and it shouldn't look like that.

Well, what if it
doeslook like that?

This is a custom job.
I mean, this was
machine-made by hand.

A handmade bullet?
That doesn't sound like
an angry father to me.

This was a professional hit.

I just keep thinking
how awful it would be to...

watch a baby become a child...

and then lose that child...

to somebody like Heather Taffet.

When we find out
who shot her,

I'm sending
a gift basket.

- Hodgins!
- What?

That's taking it a little far,
don't you think?

A gift basket?

No. Honey, your attitude.

You're suggesting that you'd
reward a killer for killing.

In this case, I would.
I'd drive him to Mexico.

Angie, Heather Taffet
buried me alive.

What do you
want me to say?

I get your point.

Thank you.

Your lack of sensitivity
concerns me a little bit though.

Maybe you should
talk to Sweets.

Ooh, I need to.
I need to check in on him,
make sure he's doing okay.

No, that's not what I mean.

The father of my child
cannot condone
a full-out assassination.

Can he?

Baby's on my side.

Oh, God.

The entry wound is fairly clean
and is located here
at the left parietal,

two centimeters
above the suture.

The exit wound, however--
that's another matter.

It appears to be here
at the right parietal,
but it's hard to tell.

Mmm. Well, it should
still help us determine
the trajectory.

So let's take a look
at the images.

Here we go.[ Beeping ]

So, how tall
is Heather Taffet?Uh, 5 foot 4.

Okay.

Uh, wouldn't wind
be a factor?

No, not this time.

It hit the wall
at over a thousand feet
per second.

Yeah, but I mean
it would have to be,
to clear the crowd and the van.

[ Angela ] Yeah,
well, that is not
much of an angle.

That is one long shot.

I don't think Max
could do this.

I think Booth should take him
off that list.

Sing it, sister.

- [ Chuckles ]
Uh, Max!
- How are you, Angel?

Oh, i-it's Angela.

Angela, of course.
But you're still an angel.

Uh, I think I know
why you're here.

Well, it's not to clear
my good name. That ship
sailed a long time ago.

I really don't care
what anybody thinks,
unless it's my daughter.

Dr. Brennan
went to go see Agent Booth.

But she should be
back any minute.

Well, I'll catch up with her
in the parking lot.

But just so I know--

Booth and Tempe,
are-- a-are they--

Actually, no.

Mmm.

I don't believe this.

So...

Booth has fallen in love
with another woman?

Her name
is Hannah Burley.

Well, that's
a familiar name.

She's a news correspondent.

Oh, y-- Oh, right, right.
That girl.

Well, you're a lot
prettier than that,
and smarter too.

I know.

I'm sorry, honey.

Why are you apologizing?

I just always thought that
you and Booth would get over
the nonsense and settle down.

I don't wanna talk about it.

Oh, wait,
before I forget.

Your plane ticket?

Well, there's
other receipts too.

There's for a motel,
and restaurant receipts
and a ski pass.

You didn't
kill the Grave Digger?

No, I didn't, and I'm
not gonna sleep at night
until you believe me.

I do believe you.

But you need
to talk to Booth.

Oh, I don't--
I-I don't wanna get all
mixed up with the F.B.I.

Y-You believe me,
so it's not my word.

It's yours.

[ Doors Closing ]

Okay, just tell Max
that drunk in New Hampshire
is not an official alibi.

But he has receipts.Cash receipts.

I mean, we all know that
Max has creative alibis.

My father is
an average marksman.

Do you think he's
physically capable
of doing this?

All people have
a different threshold
for the ability to kill.

No, I'm talking
about the skill.

I don't know. We never know
the full truth about Max.

So he remains
on the suspect list?I know this is hard for you.

But I have to
consider every option.
Okay, Bones?

So the Grave Digger
was standing...

right about... here.

Okay? I'm her.
You're Sweets.

Wh-Why am I Sweets?Because, Bones.

Just be Sweets.Okay.

Back up.Something like this?

Around there?

Wow. Are you sure
this is right?
It's very close.

According
to the diagram,
1.2 meters.

Judging by the cone
of trajectory,

the shot came
from somewhere up there.

That makes sense.
Statler & Harmon.

- What's that?
- The law offices on the top
two floors of that building.

[ Grunts ]

One of our suspects works there.
This guy, Harvey Morster.

He served with the Seabees
in Gulf I.

Tested as
an expert marksman.

- Is he a lawyer?
- He was. Now he's a paralegal.

Taffet had him disbarred.

So, what do you think?
Is he our sniper?

Harvey Morster
didn't do it.

He has an alibi?I didn't ask.

Then how do you know?I just know.

This is amazing.

Each one of these dots
represents a microphone?Yeah.

Fine-tuned to ignore
any ambient noise,
yet pick up any gunfire.

[ Gunshot ]

That's the shot?

The acoustic sensor
has a mile radius.

So all we know is that
a gun was fired somewhere
within that range.

Right. Now choose
a second microphone.

Really? That's so far
from the crime scene.

Booth said
it was a long shot.Okay.

[ Gunshot ]

Wow, you're right.

Okay, now all we have to do
is draw another circle...

and triangulate.

And where the two intersect
is the source of the shot?

Yeah.

Nearly 1,500 yards
from the site.

- Is that even possible?
- I don't know.

Must be why the cops called
these results inconclusive.

Okay, well, I'll compare it
to the trajectory
and see what we get.

It might take me a while,
but I think I can
get an address.

Look, he is all wrong.
We're looking for
a trained sniper.

- Will you tell her?
- He tested
as an expert marksman!

Okay, maybe he made a good shot
once in a while, all right?
But he was sweaty and nervous.

You can't exonerate a man
for excessive perspiration.

Sweets!
Help me out here.

Uh, I--
Wh-What do I know?What do you know?

You know the profile.

- Tell her.
- Okay. Agent Booth is right.

Most professionally trained
snipers are methodical.

Controlled, clean, patient.

Um, willing to kill
under morally acceptable
circumstances.

No, no, no.
A sniper does not make
the morality call.

He's just the hand
that pulls the trigger.

With the faith that the target
is a threat to innocent life.

- Right.
- Is this a revenge killing?

It's more than that.

A rookie sniper would go through
a transformative process...

as he struggled to develop
his professional identity.

I believe that
you're looking for a person...

whose process was destroyed.

Good work, Sweets.

Good, but slow.

Oh, come on.
You can't blame a guy
who's not on his "A" game.

You need some time
to get your head together?

Really, I'm fine. Okay? Even
under the best circumstances,

- my "A" game deserves a "C."
- [ Cell Phone Beeping ]

- Come on. That's not true.
- I'm good, really.

The lab compared
the ShotSpotter recording
to the trajectory.

We got an address.

[ Knocking ][ Booth ]
Miss Leveque! F.B.I.!

Ms. Leveque?
Open up. F.B.I.

Oh,
there's a doorbell.[ Beeping ]

Do you know the woman
that lives here is an escort?

You mean a prostitute?

Doorbell.[ Beeping ]

- I don't think she's here.
- That's okay.

- [ Lock Clicks ]
- What, now you're
picking locks?

Got a warrant.

Anybody home?

I don't--

I don't see the courthouse.

Yeah? That's because
you don't have one of these.

You know, if there's
a clear shot to be had,

only the best sniper
in the world would
be able to pull it off.

Are you referring to yourself?
Because you do hold the official
record for the longest shot.

- Almost a kilometer.
- I'm not referring to myself.

And it was--
it was over a kilometer.

Yep.

It's a clear shot.
Max couldn't have
pulled this off.

It looks like this table
was dragged over here.

- Do you smell something?
- Like what?

Like cleaning solution.

No. Yeah.

Here are the marks.

Tell you what.

The shooter...

dragged this table
over here...

to get it in position.

Yeah.

No, the shooter
didn't pick this--

this apartment
just for the view.

He definitely did it
for the challenge.

He had something
to prove.

[ Brennan ]
He was a sniper,
and so are you.

Elite members
of a closed community
always intersect.

You must know
the man who did this.

[ Hammer Clicks ]

I do.Booth.

I think you need
to see this.

Whoa.

[ Exhales ]

[ Gasping ][ Gasping ]

[ Both Coughing ]

[ Voice Recording: Taffet ]
My appeal falls through, I die.

But you're forced
to live every day...

as a repressed,
immature imbecile...

spouting canned theories
to people who don't really care.

Everyone knows
who's the weakest link
in the chain.

You testify at my appeal,
and I'm gonna walk.

All right.

Nope.

Hey, hey.

What are you doing
out of the lab?

I need to talk to you.
Good to see you're okay.
We were worried about you.

No reason to be worried.

Cool. I just need your,
uh, professional opinion
on something.

All right.

[ Exhales ][ Motor Whirring ]

[ Clears Throat ]

[ Exhales ]

I've been having
some pretty strong feelings
about what happened yesterday.

Am I wrong to be happy?

Happy that
the Grave Digger's dead?

Yes.

I mean, I'm completely
okay with it.

In fact, it's the best thing
that's happened to me all week.

But, Angela, I don't know--
She thinks I've, like,
gone off the deep end.

Right.

Um, no, no. What you're
experiencing is not uncommon.

The victim of a crime
often feels ambivalent
in the aftermath.

They have feelings of guilt
or relief or...

even a sense of--
let's not call it pleasure.

Let'scall it pleasure.

Pleasure...

when the perpetrator
meets justice.

Do you believe
that Heather Taffet
got what she deserved?

Do you?

I do.

Me too.

[ Sighs ]
I feel much better, Sweets.

But you felt good
in the first place.

I felt good
the Grave Digger was dead.Oh.

I feel double good
my wife was wrong.
Thanks, buddy.

You're a big help.If you think so.

I'll see ya later.All right.

[ Door Closes ]

I have not seen any evidence
that proves that the same person
who shot the Grave Digger...

also killed this victim.

Are you suggesting
that the sniper was looking
for a place to shoot...

and just so happened upon
a dead girl in a bathtub
full of lye?

Your Socratic question
constitutes a powerful argument.[ Device Beeps ]

Confirmed.
Tracy Leveque,
escort, age 29.

Nobody knew she was gone.

And this is not lye.What is it?

Do we know
what killed
Ms. Leveque?

Uh, the atlas
is fractured.

Maybe she broke her neck
when he threw her
in the tub.

No.

A thin object, like a knife,
was inserted between
the cranium and the atlas,

severing her head
from her spine.

- Sounds pretty gruesome.
- Actually, it would be
quite effortless.

Stab, twist.

Should I create a mold
to match the weapon?

Yes, please.

Has Hodgins
determined time of death?

Hodgins-- Whew!
What is going on?

Goggles! Goggles!

Crystal Cloggo super-strength
drain clog remover
is caustic stuff.

Wow! Good old-fashioned
Cloggo, huh?

Yep. It's a combination of
sodium hypochlorite, sodium
hydroxide, potassium hydroxide,

otherwise known
as caustic potash.

Good thing
the experiment is over,

because otherwise
I'd need some more
ventilation in here.

Why are we doing a dangerous
and irrelevant experiment?

Dr. Brennan asked me to help
ascertain time of death...

by determining how fast
the Cloggo dissolved
Ms. Leveque.

Now, used according to
directions, right,

this stuff dissolves
a two-ounce hot dog
every nine minutes.

There's a hot dog
in there?Yeah, was.

Hey, how much
did the victim weigh?

Uh, 1,900-ounce escort,
minus the bones,

divided by a two-ounce hot dog
every nine minutes...

equals 144.

Six days.

[ Coughs ]

Six days? The hearing
wasn't in the paper
until the day before.

Then how did he know about it?I keep coming back
to an inside job.

I haven't
ruled that out.Forget the suspect list.

Let's call in every person
east of the Mississippi
who could pull off the shot.

Regardless of alibi,
I already did.

How many men
are we talkin'?Six.

- Know any of '‘em personally?
- Every single one of '‘em.

Sorry, cher.
I hate to startle you
when you're traumatized.

No, Agent Booth asked me
to look into the psychological
background of our six suspects.

But here you are with a look
on your face like a hamster
is running around in your head.

Well--I knew it.

I told that judge that bitch
was gonna mess with your mind.

[ Beeps ] If my appeal falls through,
I die.

But you're forced to live
every day as a repressed,
immature imbecile...

spouting canned theories
to people who don't
really care.

Everyone knows
who's the weakest link
in the chain.

You testify at my appeal,
and I'm gonna walk.

- [ Beeps ]
- You know what she was doin',
don't you?

- Her strategy was to shake me.
- To the bone, chéri.

By the time she got done
with you, you couldn't get up
on that stand if you tried.

You're right.
I couldn't.

Makes sense.

[ Sighs ]

I've never been so scared...

as when her head...
blew to pieces.

Don't tell anybody.

I messed myself.

You did?

[ Deep Breath ]

We're all just people,
chéri.

You're an expert
with the Federal Bureau
of Investigation.

Now, who's Heather Taffet?

A dead serial killer.

You're damn straight.

Dr. Brennan has her head
all rigged up, spinning
like a Christmas tree.

It's over.

She can't get to
any of us anymore.

We know Tracy Leveque was
stabbed at the top of the spine,
severing the spinal column.

The killer
used his left hand,
twisting counterclockwise.

Left hand?
You said he took the shot
with his right.

He did. But it's very rare
for a shooter to stab someone.

This would not be
an intimate killing.

The maneuver
was fast and clinical,
very little blood.

Oh, like, uh, Israeli
close-quarter combat.

We believe the weapon may be
a heavy-bladed hunting knife.

We're lookin'
for an ambidextrous,
Israeli-trained big-game hunter?

Is that what
you're saying?Precisely.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
That narrows it down.

Okay. William Preston.
Dallas H.R.T.

I knew him in Afghanistan.

[ Door Closes ]Bill.

Seeley.

[ Mugs Clink ]Black, right?

Sure.Yeah.
[ Chuckles ]

You know, Bill, I really
hate to bring you in
under these circumstances.

No, you don't.
You want me here.

If you didn't,
I'd be at a bank robbery
in Austin right now.

Come on, Bill.
This isn't personal.

Your training
is well established.

You know the machinery.
You hunt.

Yeah, what's well established is
you don't like me.

- No, nobody likes you, Bill.
- [ Both Chuckling ]

Yeah, well,
I have an alibi, Seeley.

I was on assignment.

Come on.

You and I
both know who did this.

All right, I don't blame you.
He was a friend.

He was my mentor for 10 years.
I'm not gonna be the one
to point the finger.

Jake Broadsky
is not a suspect.

Come on. Who else
could've made that shot?

It's him or it's you.

He was your instructor.
Close-quarter combat.

Yeah. Then we went together
to Dallas H.R.T.

He was like a brother to me
up until the day he disappeared.

- You still communicate
with him?
- No.

- Do you?
- No.

- As far as I know,
no one does.
- Yeah.

We'd all like to think that
he's retired somewhere happy.

But guys I know,
other snipers,

sometimes they'll get
a bill in the mail,
stuff we know he likes.

Copper.Yeah.

Like that.

Stealing an identity,
that'd be nothing to him.
He'd get a kick out of it.

You know he can hunt.

You know he loves to kill.

You know I'm right.

[ Mugs Clink ]

Jacob Ripkin Broadsky.
He trained countersnipers
in the Gulf.

Then he moved to
a hostage rescue unit
in Texas.

A year later, his superior
accused him of jumping the
trigger in a hostage situation.

- He killed someone?
- It was a masked gunman, but he
didn't have the green light.

We call that murder.

Broadsky maintained
he was acting within
his job description.

He said he did
what he did to, quote,
"save the life of the hostage."

- A lot of guys agreed with him.
- What about the officials?

He disappeared
before any charges
could come down.

His unit began calling him
"the hand of God."

Implying sole judgment
and the ability to act
outside human control.

That wasn't his job.
He should've waited
for a green light.

Well, he thought
he was doing
the right thing.

- You're glad he did it,
aren't you?
- No. I don't condone it.

But you admire him.
You hold two beliefs at once.

- It's called
cognitive dissonance.
- No, I understand him.

- [ Cell Phone Rings ]
- [ Sighs ]

[ Beeps ]I'm busy.
Talk fast.

- What happened to you?
- Caroline hollered at me.

- [ Cell Phone Beeps ]
- We got a hit
on a possible alias.

- Gary Gray.
- That's a famous
British sniper.

Who died a hundred years ago
but somehow created
a bank account yesterday...

to cash a check
for $2 million
hours after the murder.

Who wrote him the check?Don't know.

But James Kent withdrew
the same amount yesterday.

James Kent.
He's the father
of two of the victims.

$2 million is the ransom
she wanted for his boys.

I didn't kill anyone,
Agent Booth.

Yeah, but you
paid the man who did.
You see that?

That's your signature on the
front of the cashier's check.
Am I right?

$2 million
you paid him?

Your hit man killed
an innocent woman.

The Grave Digger
wasn't the only victim.

Tracy Leveque.
She never hurt anyone.

I didn't know
anything about that.

She was killed
for access to her apartment.

Then he did that
on his own.

Who's he?I don't know.

You're under arrest for
conspiracy to commit murder.

If I were you,
I would cooperate.

- I don't know his name.
- What does he look like?

I didn't see him!

I dropped a check off...

in a restroom
in a public park.

- You never met him?
- Not face to face.

- How did you find him?
- I didn't. He found me.

I got a phone call.

A man asks me if I'll
pay him $2 million
to kill the Grave Digger.

He chose the victim?Yeah.

And he set the price.

And I thought,
"Hell, yeah."

I mean, he's-- he's doing
a service to society.

The Grave Digger
killed my two sons.

I paid him.

I was happy to.

Witness saw Broadsky
on the news.

He swears it's the same guy
he saw in a gun shop off I-64.

Looks like
the middle of nowhere.

This guy likes
the middle of nowhere.

He likes to hide.
He likes to hunt.

History suggests...

that the notorious assassin
seeks foreign asylum.

Those guys are on the run.
This guy, he's on the offense.

Is it possible
to search the area?

Tree canopy blocks
the view from the air.

Property ownership.Right.
Thanks.

So I ran a check
on the 60 private
plots of land in that area.

What if we
recruit volunteers
for a ground search?

Like a grid search
for evidence?

Search for
missing children, yeah.

But the search for a man
who killed... public enemy
number one, I doubt it.

What is it?

Broadsky purchased land--
10 acres off the highway.

Under the name
of another sniper?

Seeley Booth.

This is between
me and him.

Seeley Booth.

Let me see the hands,
Jake.

- Where's your gun?
- That's not why I'm here.

I just wanna talk.

It's good to see you.

It's over, Jake.
We both know it's over.

- So what do I have to do
to bring you in?
- You can't do anything.

Not without a warrant.

I'm watching you too,
Seeley.

- Why'd you
kill the Grave Digger?
- I didn't.

But whoever did,
I applaud him.

What about
Tracy Leveque?

She didn't do
anything to anyone.

Collateral damage.

Maybe she was
warned to stay away
and maybe she didn't listen.

I should go.
I just wanted to say hello.

Wait, Jake. We can work
somethin' out here.

We're the same, Seeley.
We both wanna do
the right thing.

Stop, Jake.
I'm warning you.

Go ahead.
Jump the fence.

Don't wait for the warrant.

I don't need a warrant.
This land belongs
to Seeley Booth.

[ Both Grunting ]

[ Groans ]

[ Groans ]

[ Gasps ]

Go ahead.
Take the shot.

I've known you
for a long time, Seeley.

You never could go for the kill,
not if there was any doubt.

He just took off.
I wasn't ready
for the terrain.

Chasin' after him,
I fell and hurt my leg...

and dislocated my shoulder
from the explosion.

You should've
waited for me.

I thought I could talk to him.

The Jake I know,
he would definitely
have done the right thing.

Stop beating yourself up.

He destroyed all the evidence
when he booby-trapped
his trailer.

We still have a case.

If we'd sent in the cavalry,
guns blazing, there'd be
a disaster on our hands.

I didn't wanna let anyone down.

We may not have him tonight,
but we will. I promise, cher.

- Sounds exciting as hell.
I wish I'd been there.
- Probably best you weren't.

I did think this
could have been you.

Well, it's nice to know
I'm still suspected.

I appreciate that. Thank you.
Thank you very much.

- [ Car Horn Honks ]
- Look, there's my cab.

- I'm on my way
to the airport.
- I'll walk you out.

Always a pleasure, Max.

The pleasure
was all mine.

I've got paperwork.
See you.

Right.

Uh, Tempe,
I-I wanna thank you.

For what?

Well, I came here because
I wanted you to believe me,
and-- and you did.

You were exonerated
by the facts.

But even if you weren't,
I-- I did believe you.

You did?

Well, that's
all I wanted to hear.

Oh, wait,
I have something for you.

- I almost forgot.
- [ Brennan Chuckles ]

A conch shell from Maui.
I thought you were
in New Hampshire.

Well, actually,
it's, uh, ceramic.

I got it this afternoon
on the mall in front of
the Natural History.

They, uh,
painted your name.

What are these holes?For toothbrushes.

[ Laughs ]Listen.

It works.

I know what you're gonna say.

That it is not the ocean.
It is the blood rushing
through your head.

You always told me
that it was the ocean.

Good-bye, honey.

Bye.

Here we go.

[ Max ]
To the airport.

[ Taxi Departing ]

What's that mean?