All language subtitles for Bones.S03E02.2007.Disney+.WEB-DL.1080p.H264.DDP-HDCTV_track16_[eng]

[ Woman ] Good one, honey!
[ Man ] Watch it! Stay on 'em!

[ Woman Shouting ]
[ Girl Chatters, Laughs ]

[ Man ] ♪ Just a perfect day ♪

[ Woman ] Great.

- [ Muttering ]
- ♪ Problems all left alone ♪

♪ Weekenders on our own ♪

- [ Girls Chattering ]
- ♪ It's such fun ♪

[ Chattering Continues ]

[ Girls Laughing ]
♪ Just a perfect day ♪

- [ Girl ] Kick it!
- ♪ You made me forget myself ♪

[ Girl #2 ] Stop it!

♪I thought I was someone else♪
[ Sighs ]

[ Girl Giggles ]
♪ Someone good ♪

- ♪ Oh, it's such
a perfect day ♪
- [ Girls Screaming ]

♪I'm glad I spent it with you♪

♪ Oh, such a perfect day ♪

♪You just keep me hangin' on♪
[ Siren Wailing ]

- [ Police Radio Chatter ]
- [ Booth ] Look, Bones,
all I'm saying...

is that Caroline went to
a lot of trouble to get you
private visitation...

with your father,
and now you don't want it.

The federal detention facility
already has visiting areas.
Yeah. Behind two-inch glass.

Now you'd be able
to give your old man a hug.

I didn't ask for
special treatment, Booth.

That's because you don't have to
because you are special.

And you are gonna tell me--
Whoa! What happened...

to whatever the hell is melted
to that steering wheel
and everything else?

Female. Mid-40s to late 50s.

Pelvis indicates
she's given birth.

Hey, Bones, look at that.
Married, right?

Wedding ring.
It's a possibility.

Don't just focus on the ground.

[ Siren Blares ]

Why do you care
about my relationship
with my father, Booth?

You were only too happy
to arrest him
and put him in prison.

All right, look, Bones.
You know, it's not about
being happy, okay?

It's about doing my job.

Do we know if it was a bomb that
caused the explosion?

Well, let's see.
The roof is peeled back.
And the doors and the--

I was asking him.
[ Whistle Blows ]

We found explosive residue
all over the van and
metal fragments in the bushes.

[ Booth ]
What is that? A pipe bomb?
I can't really be sure...

until the explosive unit
gets the van back to the lab.

No. They can't have the van.

There are remains seared all
over the inside of the vehicle,
and they can't be compromised.

I have to call in to--
This van will be brought
to the Jeffersonian.

Your bomb techs
can look at it there.

I'll make the call?
That's all right.
You go make that call.

Bones, come on.You're a little
harsh there.

Maybe you want to talk it out.
Look, Booth.

It's a locket. Aw.

It's probably her daughter.

Who would want to blow up
a soccer mom?

[ People Chattering ]

Hey, you have a skull
for a facial reconstruction?

Help yourself. Oh, great.

Is this all I have to work with?

I always hated puzzles.

Hodgins, before we take
the hands from the wheel,

you might want to check the
fingernails for particulates.

- You know I do.
- Oh, my God.

Shouldn't you wait for
the bomb tech before you gather
the explosive residue?

Hey, just getting enough
to verify his results.

Remember, he's
a government bureaucrat.

- Hey, you're a government
bureaucrat, babe.
- In name only.

I am a passionate,
dedicated scientist...

who will not be cowed
by authoritarian pressure.

Stay out of the van until
the bomb tech comes, Hodgins.
But--

Out. [ Sighs ]

Fine. I have to check
the fingernails anyway.

How close are we
to I.D.'ing the victim?

Well, this is the skull.

I'm good, but I'm not that good.
[ Brennan ]
Perhaps you could use these.

There's a portion of tongue,
hair and... brain matter?

Okay. If anybody needs me,
I'm gonna go throw up,
then do some paperwork.

Okay, this is Special Agent
Frost from the bomb unit.

Booth pulled me
out of an important lunch.

It took me months
to set up that meeting.

- It better be good, Booth.
- She'll be working with you,
Hodgins.

Yes, please. What? No. Um-- Hmm?

Hodgins. D-Doc-- Doctor.

We're okay? I beg your pardon?

It's-- He's Dr. Jack Hodgins.

Angela Montenegro.

I do facial reconstructions.
And him. Hmm.

- Pleasure to meet you.
- [ Angela ] Mmm.

I'm gonna need you
to recover all the metallic
particulates.

Then I'm gonna need
a chemical tray...

with aqueous buffer solution.
Aqueous buffer solution.
Yeah, I-I know.

You want to perform
capillary electrophoresis?

You can do that? Oh, yeah.

[ Clears Throat ]

And it will save time
so Angela...

Mmm. and I can have dinner...

Mmm. alone.

Hmm.

License plate was destroyed,
but we traced the VIN number
on the van.

It was registered to Jeremy Nash
in Culpeper, Virginia.

[ Brennan ] He looks familiar.

Man, our victim was traveling
with a lot of stuff.

Clothes, personal items.
Photo album.

Most of the pictures
were burned,

but the man in this photo
could be Nash.

She packed herself up,
keepsakes and all,
and took off in the van?

Looks like Mrs. Nash
was leaving Mr. Nash. [ Groans ]

God, I hate domestic cases.
All right, so let's go
talk to the husband.

I can't. I'm seeing my father.

- Now?
- You and Caroline went to a lot
of trouble setting this up.

I would hate
to appear ungrateful.

But--

I'll go talk to, um,
the husband by myself.

[ Cell Door Buzzes ]

All right, Max. There you go.

Oh, gee. Real chairs.
It's nice to have
an important daughter.

This is Booth, not me.

Well, you thank him for me.

I always liked Booth.

Nicest guy
that ever arrested me.

- Touching.
- Well, you must like this.

Me in here. I finally have
to follow the rules.

So that makes me less than you
because I think people
should follow the rules?

- You're upset.
- Yeah, of course I'm upset.
My father's a criminal.

No, outlaw.
There's a difference.

Subtle distinctions like that
are lost on me-- and, I imagine,
your victims.

I know you want some sort
of nice, neat story...

that puts my life
into perspective for you,

but it doesn't work that way.

You could try.
Don't I deserve that?

I guess I always had
a problem with authority.

I just always saw myself
fighting the system.

Kind of like Robin Hood.

Do you realize
how ridiculous you sound?

You're here for murdering
the deputy director
of the F.B.I.

He was a crook, a killer,
and he was going to kill you.

And you walked out on Russ
and me when I was 15.

- But that was to protect you.
People were after us.
- Because you were a criminal.

Outlaw. See, I knew
you weren't gonna understand.

You know what? You're right.
This is my fault for expecting
we could get past--

We can get past this. We can.

The court-- They're gonna
decide how to punish me.

But now, here--

Come on. We make this
whatever we want.

[ Cell Doors Close In Distance ]

Here are the cards
you asked for. I gotta go.

Wait. These are for us.

- What?
- Come on. You remember that
game that we used to play...

- when you were five years old?
- Blitz.

Blitz. Blitz.
Come on. Let's play
a couple of hands.

You always beat me.
I remember that too.

A good father would
occasionally allow
his child to win.

I don't believe in encouraging
all that, uh-- that
self-esteem crap.

You want to win? Earn it.

That's why you're so good
at what you do now.

Because you know that nobody
is going to hand you anything.

So you were a great father?

Well, maybe just not as bad
as you think.

How about this?
One hand. Come on.

Let me know if you need
anything else.

Well, socks. Socks, you know?

The, uh--
With the arch supports.

I gotta stand on that
chow line forever.

[ Cell Door Buzzes ]

[ Sighs ] [ Cell Door Closes ]

[ Man ] A bomb? [ Booth ]
Yeah, I'm sorry.

- Were you and your wife
having any problems?
- What-- What kind of problems?

Oh, she was traveling with
a lot of personal stuff.

I mean, photo albums
and more clothes--

That stuff was
for Celia's new dorm room.

She was bringing her clothes,
things to help her decorate.
You're F.B.I., for God sakes!

You have no idea who did this?
What is this, your first case?

Just relax. Okay?

I'm just here to help,
Mr. Nash. That's all.

How do I tell Celia?

How do I t-- tell my daughter?

Dermestes maculatus.
They clean the bones by
eating the charred flesh.

But they leave behind pieces
of shrapnel you might need.

- Fascinating and very weird.
- They're mine.

Not a surprise.

Hey. Hi. How was
your visit with your--

Not germane to
the investigation, Hodgins.

Zack, her left shoulder
was badly shattered...

but still shows evidence
of old trauma.

I need the clean bones
as soon as they're ready.

I also would like you
to look at the manubrium.
These shadows look like pitting.

Have you determined
what kind of bomb was used?

I'm still sifting through the
debris and waiting for whatever
goodies these bugs leave behind.

And Dr. Hodgins
is just keeping you company?

What? No. [ Scoffs ]

I'm working... hard.

I'm gonna go right now
and work...

hard some-someplace else, so--

[ Typing ]

[ Monitor Beeping ]

Hey. What are you doing
down here?

Uh, analyzing the iconography
for the Widow's Son case...

until somebody needs me
for the bomb victim.

Look-- [ Clears Throat ]
Angie, um--

Agent Frost is a colleague,
and I am a professional.

Okay, so all that
stammering and stuff--

I mean, that's not--
That isn't-- I--

It's-- You know, that's--
It's involuntary.

It's a bodily thing.

Yeah, that didn't
come out right.
[ Clears Throat ]

Look, I'm not gonna deny
that she is attractive.

Oh, totally hot. What?

The bombshell
from the bomb squad.
She's totally hot.

Yeah, I know. I mean--
Look, Jack.

I really don't care
what's going on in your pants.

As long as it stays
in your pants.

You know who's totally hot? You.

You are totally-- Okay, save it.
What have you got?

These were in Amy Nash's bag.

Hmm. There's writing on them.
Yeah. Yeah, Cam needs you
to restore them.

Well, I'll give it a try.

[ Frost ] Dr. Hodgins,
I need your samples
for the spectrometer.

I-I-- I have to, uh--

So-- I love you, and--

Hmm. Go.

Okay.

Nash is gonna pick up his kid,
tell her in person.

I mean, I don't know
how you do that.

Tell your kid that your mother
just got blown up?

I would think a direct approach
would be best.

What? As opposed to, what,
sugarcoating it?

"Hey, what do you say we go to
the park? Oh, and, by the way,
your mom just got blown up"?

How's your dad?
You haven't mentioned him.
Apparently his feet hurt.

You know. I mean his spirits.

Well, he's a con man, Booth.
He's always cheerful.
What? That's it?

Well, it's not like I ever
really had a father.
Max was absent for years.

Well, here's what I know.
I know that Nash girl
would give anything...

to spend one more day
with her mother.

I'm sure you'd feel
the same way if something
happened to your father.

I confirmed triphenylmethane dye
and iron sulfate...

embedded in the manubrium
and the flesh.

Both are found in ballpoint ink.
Ah! It's a homemade tattoo.

Angela's working on recreating
the design.

[ Beeping ]

This tattoo appears to have
been crudely executed.

Hmm. You mean like a prison tat?

No record of her
being in prison.

In Russia, prisoners
make tattoo ink...

by burning the heel
of a shoe and mixing it
with soot and urine.

This was a ballpoint pen
rigged with a sewing needle,

pushed down so deep
it penetrated her periosteum.

- Ah, you mean bone.
- Doesn't seem like a very
soccer mom thing to do.

And here we go.

[ Beeping ] [ Saroyan ]
An inverted pentagram?

- Devil worship.
- Mom had a little thing going
on the side with Satan?

- Oh, the burbs.
- There is a design in the
center that I can't quite get.

[ Beeping Continues ]

Is that a fist?

A fist? [ Booth ] A fist.

[ Angela ] Yeah. Oh, my God.
It is a fist.

So she wasn't Satan's old lady.
She was in the N.L.A.

- The N.L.A.?
- National Liberation Army.

Student radicals in the '70s.
Thought they could
change the world.

Set off bombs in army recruiting
offices, torched cop cars.

Yeah, real visionaries.
They also shot and killed
a cop in '75.

[ Hodgins ]
That was the burglary.
They broke into the house...

of a defense contractor
to rip off his safe;
said it was the people's money.

Here. "June Harris and her
boyfriend, Neil Watkins,

were charged with the murder
but never found."

F.B.I.'s been looking
for them for 30 years.

- And there they are.
- And our victim?

It's the same woman.

So our soccer mom was a killer.

-People! Please tell me that
all your fancy-ass equipment...
-Oh!

[ Beeping ] is wrong!

[ Brennan ] Hey, you are not
supposed to be up here.

Booth can shoot me later.

This cannot be June Harris.

But the dentals match.

- Angela's reconstruction
matches.
- Amy Nash was June Harris.

Pourquoi moi? She couldn't
have waited four days...

to turn herself into
a charcoal briquette?

- I don't understand.
- Caroline, why are you here?

June Harris was
turning herself in.

I arranged with her attorney
for the surrender.

He was gonna deliver her
on Thursday after she said
good-bye to her family.

- What was the deal?
- Nine years.

Nine years for killing a cop?

For turning herself in
and laying this all to rest.

And since she still maintained
her innocence, this was gonna be
a tough case to prosecute.

Sam Riley was the lead
on this case for 30 years.
He was okay with nine years?

He doesn't know.
Part of the deal.

He wasn't to be consulted.
Well, you know what?
It's okay to tell him now.

I know Sam. He deserves
that much after 30 years.

Up to you.
You're the lead now, cher.

You should bring in Huntzinger.
[ Beeping ]

He was her attorney.
He might know something.

Love Huntzinger.
Real old-time lefty.

Worked the Chicago Seven trial,

sued Nixon, the C.I.A., Bush.

Okay, that's great. Let's get
out of here before Hodgins gives
him the pinko medal of honor.

Are you coming?
Can't. Zack and I
have to pull...

the rest of the shrapnel
for the bomb tech.

And then I have to
buy some socks for my dad.

Leave her be, cher. Absence
makes the heart grow fonder.
Socks?

I have worked this case for
30 years, and you don't think
I deserve a phone call?

It was part of the deal.

And you, Booth? I trained you.

You think this is right?
To blow me off like this?

I just got thrown the case, Sam.
Don't go whaling on me.

Damn lawyers.

Working a case for 30 years,
and you don't think it deserves
a damn phone call. Hey!

I'm talking to you. No.

You're yelling at me.
And my ears are
starting to ring.

Now, I'm sorry that
after 40 years as
an agent for the F.B.I.,

you're still a little girl,

but I'd like to find out
who killed June Harris.

So how about you stop
whining and help?

Okay, cher?

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

- So, how've you been, Sam?
- Shut up, Booth.

[ Caroline On Speaker ]
What's in the bag, Leonard?

[ Man ] Toothbrush,
change of underwear.

You guys always find
some reason to toss me
in the can.

No belts, no laces. I'm ready.

Yeah, great. Well, we just want
to ask you a few questions
about June Harris's death.

I loved June Harris.
I loved what she stood for
and what she did with her life.

Nobody has her balls anymore.

Except maybe Neil Watkins.

[ Chuckles ]
Yeah, you'd love that,
wouldn't you?

- Blame another revolutionary.
- Do you know where Watkins is?

[ Caroline ]
They were partners in crime.
I don't think...

he would want to risk
June turning him in.

You ever hear of
attorney-client privilege?

You ever hear of
obstruction of justice?

You know, a woman is dead.
She's not a martyr
to her family,

- just someone they loved.
- If you can understand that.

- Cooperating with the system
perpetuates that system.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- And if the system is corrupt--
- Blah, blah, blah, blah.
So what's next, Leonard?

Are you gonna warn Watkins
that we're onto him?

- Riley!
- Sam! Sam! Sam!
- You son of a--

- Sam! Sam!
- Watkins and Harris
were not heroes!

You want to know
how they changed society?

Ask the kid whose
father they killed!
I know that kid!

- He became a cop just like
his father. Very touching.
- You son--

- Get outta here!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You just hit a federal agent,
Mr. Huntzinger. Good thing
you brought your toothpaste.

What a surprise.
Lock me up to shut me up.

You should be talking
to that kid Valenti
instead of busting my ass!

The pig comes to me
the other day. He wants
to know where June is.

He said he got a letter
from her, as if she'd write
him or I'd give her up.

Hey. See these bruises?

A gift from your noble
son of a cop.

Nice and soft.
I'll be the best dressed
on Cell Block 8. Thanks.

Sure.

[ Sighs ] Honey, I'm sorry.

For what?

For-- For being such
a disappointment as a father.

You deserve better.

And I should have
told you sooner.

Well, that's it? Nothing?

What were you expecting?
I agree with you.

I was expecting some tears
or a hug or something.

I did apologize.
That's what you wanted,
isn't it?

- Well, you didn't mean it?
- Of course I meant it.

Listen, under any
objective standard,

you have a horrible human being
for a father.

But I-I'm trying to move on.
I got caught so that
I could be with you.

- I was hoping
you'd meet me halfway.
- I'm here, aren't I?

I... got you shampoo.

Soap isn't good for your hair.

Oh. Nice. I-- I don't want
to smell too good.

That can be a problem
around here.

[ Chuckles ] There.

- See? That's better.
- [ Cell Door Buzzes
In Distance ]

- Thanks.
- Sure.

[ Sighs ]
So the prosecutor's gonna
want to talk to you about me.

It wouldn't hurt if you had
some good things to say
about your old man.

Might even offer to testify
on my behalf.

Is that why you finally
apologized?

- What?
- To use me?

Maybe you'd like me
to alter evidence now?

That way I could join
the family business.

How can you think that?
I don't know, Max.

Maybe because I seem to pass
in and out of your life
when it's most convenient?

Maybe because
you built a whole career...

using your considerable charm
to manipulate people?

Wait-- Listen.
I know that it's hard
to trust me. I know.

And it's gonna take some time
to fix things. But we can--
No. No.

Some things break,
and you can't put them
back together again.

That's just the way it is.
I was fine on my own, Max.
I was just fine.

Wait. Please.

[ Cell Door Buzzes, Closes ]

Electrophoresis
and H.P.L.C. shows
potassium nitrate,

charcoal and sulfur
in a 75/15/10 ratio.

Graphite glazed,
triple "F" Goex--
sporting grade.

You are a constant surprise.
Yes. Yes, I am.

I don't know many people who get
as excited as I do...

about the chemical makeup
of explosives.

Well, I like complex
molecular structures.

Hey, how's it coming with the--
the detonator?

Seems to be a wristwatch.
Pretty much destroyed
in the blast.

Microscopic glass chips.
Probably the crystal.

I'll, uh, take a look
at the composition...

to see if I can--
[ Clears Throat ]
locate a manufacturer.

Great.

So, where do you want me
to dump this junk?

You're tossing the air filter?

I tested it
for explosive residue.
There wasn't any.

It was blown free from the car.

Yeah, even better. Do you have
any idea what kind of treasures
might be trapped in here?

Don't touch my things.

Watch her.

- She was shot too?
- The injury presented itself...

when I was removing shrapnel
from the reconstructed shoulder.

Well, are you sure it's not
from the bomb or the fire? No.

The fragments are lead
in a copper alloy coating.
Yep, that's a bullet.

I didn't find any dried blood
on her clothes.
When was she shot?

Damage from the blast makes it
difficult to tell when
the shooting occurred.

I'm going to check
the remodeling
to estimate a time.

Hitting the top of the shoulder
wouldn't be a severe injury.

She could bandage herself
and still be ambulatory.

You know, you could say
"walk around" instead.
I wouldn't fire you.

"Walk around" implies
aimlessness, which
I'm not able to determine.

Can't believe I still
ask these things.

Send everything you've got
to Ballistics at the F.B.I.

I'll inform Dr. Brennan.

It does not make any sense.
The van was rigged to blow up.
Why shoot her?

Well, until we see what
Ballistics determines,
it's absurd to speculate.

Speculating is kinda
what we do here.

Listen, Danny Valenti is a cop.
June Harris murdered his father.
He has a gun.

He's a good kid, Booth.
He didn't do it.

Look out.
But that is meaningless
speculation.

Is she really necessary?
She's my partner.

Mentors often feel
threatened when their
students surpass them.

Bones! It's true, Booth.

Change can be
difficult to accept,
whether it comes...

in the form
of a revolutionary or
the simple passage of time.

If she were a guy, I'd deck her.
Right.

You know, that distinction
is no longer necessary,

but I wouldn't recommend it.

Go, Sam. Thank you.

Officer Valenti,
credit card records show...

that, uh, you bought gas
near June Harris's home.

I didn't know where she lived.
Just the town from
the postmark on the letter.

- Her apology letter?
- [ Scoffs ]

She should've had
the nerve to come
talk to me face-to-face.

- So that's when you went
to Huntzinger?
- Yeah.

- And hit him?
- He protects people like her.

That's his job.

I was five years old
when my father was killed.

My mother told me he wasn't
coming home again.
I didn't believe her.

I sat by that window waiting--
every day for months.

You seem pretty angry
about that.

Why didn't you tell me
what you were gonna do?

You'd try and talk me out of it.

Did you know how little time
she's going to serve?

Because that might
make someone take matters
into their own hands.

I'm a cop, man.
I didn't blow her up.

- Booth--
- Sam. It's my investigation.

- Officer Valenti,
I'm gonna need your gun.
- Why?

Because June Harris
was shot before she died.

We'd like to make sure
the bullet didn't come
from your gun.

You're gonna let 'em
do this to me, Sam?

It's just a formality, Danny.

Then let's be formal.
Get a warrant.

Sam--

Ballistics says the bullet was
not a match for Danny's gun.

Booth should have
that report first.
He's the lead.

You know, Booth, she must be
really good in bed...

because I can't see
any other reason
you keep her around here.

I am... very good.
But Booth has no direct
knowledge of that fact.

Okay, okay. Let's all stay
focused here, people, okay?

Sam, you know what?
You should never--
But it was a match...

for the gun that killed
Danny's father 30 years ago.

Right. The same gun that was
registered to Harris's
old boyfriend, Watkins.

But it was never found.

Everyone we interviewed
at the time said...

Harris would never
make a move without
talking to Watkins first.

I told you we need to find him.

Yeah, okay. We will, Sam.
You just gotta give me
some room.

Hey, hey, Booth,

don't cut me out.

I've worked my whole career
for this.

As soon as I find something out,
I'll let you know, Sam.

Come on, Bones.

I remember seeing
a picture of him before.

I was going through
some old photographs,
cleaning out a closet.

Amy said it was a...
old boyfriend.

Hmm. They keep in contact?
No.

I mean, uh, she would
have told me. Why?

You don't think that--
Did he kill her?

How long did you know
about your wife's real identity?

- Yeah, how long?
- I only found out
a couple of weeks ago.

Why didn't you tell me?

What, you didn't think
I deserved to know
about my own mother?

She didn't want me to tell you.
She wanted to do it herself.

Your wife never talked
about her past?

She used to say only the future
was important.

What we could do
is change the world.

They didn't agree on how.

Celia was a bit
conservative for Amy.

That never mattered.
She wasn't some
crazy radical to me.

She was my mom.

You must've been relieved
she got such a great deal.

- What deal?
- She didn't tell you?

She mentioned she was
thinking of talking
to a federal prosecutor,

- but I talked her out of it.
- Well, you do know...

that it's a felony
aiding and abetting a fugitive?

You want to charge me? Fine.

But saving my family
doesn't feel like a crime.

Amy was a-a good mother,
a wonderful wife.

All right. Do you mind
if we take a look around,

see if there's
any evidence linking
your wife to Watkins?

The house is yours.
Come on, sweetie.

The only reason we found any
lead or copper in the shoulder
was because of the blast.

There was advanced
bone remodeling.

So it's a very old injury.

Yes. Bone had
completely grown over it.

And since it was the same gun
that killed the policeman
and was never recovered,

I think we can assume
June Harris was shot
during the robbery.

I also found microscopic
lead particles...

on the metacarpals
of the left hand,

with the same degree
of remodeling at the shoulder.

Another gunshot? No.

The same one. The metals are
an identical match.

So she was shot in the hand
and the shoulder
with the same bullet?

Is that even possible?
Angela could give us a scenario
that could tell us.

I'm creating
a trajectory analysis,

factoring in both
the hand and the shoulder.

These are photos
from the crime scene
30 years ago.

That's the home
of the defense contractor,
Gerald Locklear,

where the N.L.A.
burglary occurred.

June Harris and Neil Watkins...

were in Locklear's office
at the back of the house.

The original F.B.I. photos
were crude,

based on fingerprints
and scuff marks on the floor.

It assumes that June stood guard
while Neil emptied the safe.

When Officer Valenti walks in,

surprising them, June fires,
killing Valenti.

But that wouldn't explain
her injuries.

Unless...
June emptied the safe...

- while Neil stood guard.
- [ Angela ] Exactly.

Neil aims at Officer Valenti.

But June steps between them,
raises her hands to stop Neil.

But he fires.

She was trying
to protect the policeman.

June Harris was
telling the truth.

She didn't kill Valenti.
Neil Watkins did.

He also made the bomb.
The watch used
to make the timer...

was coated with
a volatilized pigment
used by the Sawyer Time Company.

- [ Brennan ]
An American flag watch?
- Nice ironic touch.

Watkins always used the same
type of watch when making
bombs for the N.L.A.

It was his signature.
They found traces of them
in an R.O.T.C. headquarters,

the I.R.S. office.
June told him she was
gonna turn herself in.

He wasn't gonna let that happen.
So he made a new bomb...

using an old watch
and killed her.

And he left a message
for anyone who thought
the revolution was over.

Sounds like a bad ex-boyfriend.

Well, that's assuming
she was in contact with him.

And we have no way of knowing
where that would've taken place
if she had seen him.

Not so sure about that.

I have her air filter.

It's like
an entomological G.P.S.

What's taking Hodgins so long?

It's an exacting process.

Ah. Thank you.

So, um, how'd your dad
like his socks?

Fine.

That's sort of a way to start
a conversation there, Bones.

I know.

Yeah, look. I'm--

I should never have gotten
in the middle of all this.

I-I'm sorry. I was just--
I'm just trying to help.

He wanted me
to testify on his behalf.

He just wants to use me.

That doesn't mean
that he doesn't love you.

He's just looking
for a little payback.

- Payback?
- Yeah. He's thinking
he got arrested...

so he could spend
some more time with you.

You could at least
return the favor by doing
something nice for him.

I'm not sure I want a father
who's always keeping score.

Yeah. Sounds like you are too.

You know what? You're right.

This is none of your business.
You know what, Bones?

You're never gonna
forgive yourself if you don't
cut the guy some slack...

just because you're
afraid to get hurt.

[ Groans ]
What the hell is taking
Hodgins so long?

Where's the bombshell
from the bomb squad?

She went back to the F.B.I.
to catalog evidence.

Thank God.
She was driving me crazy.

It was just
science all the time.

Then she tries to destroy
perfectly good evidence.

What about the breasts?

I started thinking about them...

dragging on the floor
when she's 70. [ Chuckles ]

How are you doing?

Well, that burned paper
is a letter that she wrote.

So I'm using
the spectral comparator
to locate the ink particles.

Cool.

The, uh, computer is rendering
the content now, so--

Mm-hmm. You?

I found pollen. Oh.

Most of it Pinus appalachiana.

Shenandoah... pine.

Which is only found
on Shenandoah Mountain
in West Virginia.

- [ Beeping ]
- There was also crushed
Pendleton leatherflower...

in the tire treads,
which is only found...

here in the shale barrens
along the upper Potomac--

it is very secluded-- between
the towns of Hendersonville
and Maple Flats.

Booth!

I know where you can
find Watkins.

That's nice work, Hodgins.

You know,
my computer is gonna be
rendering for a while.

You want to go to
the medieval storage room?

Oh.

Booth, what the hell
is taking you so long?

- You told Riley
where Watkins is?
- Yeah. He's meeting us there.

He's too emotional.

He's irrational--
probably male menopause.
What? He's a good man.

And you know what?
There's no such thing.
That is a sexist myth.

Factually, hormone production
drops in your 50s.
Sexual desire decreases.

You have to deal with
the reduction in muscle mass,
erectile dysfunction--

Hey, let's just keep the
conversation up, shall we?

And there's evidence
that certain men
become very unstable.

- Want me to start talking
about your father again?
- You're very testy.

Yeah, and 35. I'm only 35.

Okay, okay. They have blue pills
for that.

No. I don't like this.
This is too quiet.

Wasn't Riley supposed
to meet us? Yeah.

[ Gun Cocks ]

Gee, why didn't you
bring the big one?

[ Whispering ] Bones.

Easy, Sam. Put the gun down.
Step away from the body.

Booth, look at him.

He did it to himself.

I didn't do this, Booth.

.38 caliber slug.
Matches the revolver
found at the scene.

Now, positioning
is consistent with
a self-inflicted gunshot wound,

but could easily
have been staged.

Zack, bring up that hand X-ray.

Look at this.

Asymmetric narrowing
on the first metacarpal
phalangeal joints.

Ulnar deviation.
Barely discernible.

Would you like
my finger, Dr. Brennan?

Please. [ Saroyan ]
What are you two thinking?

Neil Watkins
had rheumatoid arthritis
in his hands.

This would approximate
the strength of his
arthritic finger. Pull.

Harder. I'm trying, Dr. Brennan.

Watkins's fine motor function...

would be no greater than Zack's
gauze-wrapped finger.

- Neil Watkins wasn't able
to pull the trigger.
- He couldn't have shot himself.

If he couldn't pull the trigger,

he wouldn't have
the manual dexterity to
assemble the bomb either.

There's one man who knew exactly
how Neil made his bombs.

The same man who worked
the case for 30 years.
I'll call Booth.

[ Booth ] Hey, Sam.

Dr. Brennan determined
that it wasn't a suicide.

- What?
- The gun was a plant.

Wouldn't be the first time
an agent planted a gun,
would it?

Forensics searched
the house, and, uh,

they determined that there
was not enough evidence...

to suggest that Watkins made
the bomb that killed Harris.

What about the watch?
That's the thing, Sam.

It turns out
that two Sawyer Company
American flag watches...

were confiscated
in a '74 N.L.A. raid.

[ Caroline ]
We checked the evidence locker.

A lot of things are missing,
including a watch.

[ Sam ]
It was a dog case, Booth.

That crap was moved
off-site years ago.

You know what happens
during a move.

So, you had a 30-year obsession,

but you didn't keep track
of your evidence?

You have a good
service record, cher.

We could make a deal. Look.

I know you have
to do this dance.

But there is
a real killer out there.

Look, I understand, Sam. I do.

I think...

you should find
yourself a lawyer.

[ Monitor Whirs, Beeps ]
I was cataloging
the watch debris...

and noticed that the oxidation
and bacterial erosion
of the metal...

was inconsistent with watches
that would have been stored
in evidence for 30 years.

But weren't the watches
discontinued after '76?

Yes, but I found a few available
online for collectors,
still sealed.

You traced one to a buyer?
I didn't have to.

Since the watch was
30 years old, the bomber
had to put in a new battery.

He left behind a thumbprint.

- The casing protected it
during the blast.
- [ Monitor Whirs, Beeps ]

I asked the Bureau
to run the print.

The letter has
finished rendering.

It's not addressed to Watkins.

[ Brennan's Voice ] "Dear Celia,

"I have done
terrible things in my life,

"things I can't change.

"I know how much pain
this will cause you.

"But never forget how much
I love you.

"I know we didn't always
agree on how,

"but we both hoped for
the same thing--

a just world."

The funeral's today?

Yeah.

They seem like every other
normal grieving family.

It's never what it seems, is it?

Mr. Nash, you're under arrest...

for the murder of June Harris,
a.k.a. Amy Nash.

Oh, that's crazy.

I'm sorry, Celia.
We know about the watch.

[ Brennan's Voice ]
"Even though I didn't fire the
gun that took that man's life,

"I have to take
responsibility for it,

and for my cowardice,
hiding all these years."

I caught her
sneaking out one night.
She'd been seeing him.

- No.
- She betrayed me, Celia.
She betrayed us.

How could you do this?
Twenty-five years
I believed she loved us,

but she used us
to keep her cover. Let's go.

[ Brennan's Voice ]
"I tried to spare you
and your father pain.

"I know what your father thought
when he caught me
going to see Neil,

but I would rather die
than betray your father."

She was trying to get him
to surrender too!

She was trying to do
the right thing, Daddy.

Let's go. You've got
the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can...

- and will be used against you.
- [ Brennan's Voice ]
"If I've learned anything,

"it's that we can never let
the chaos and injustice make us
so blind with anger...

that we become part
of the problem."

[ Car Door Closes ]

"Understanding, compassion,
kindness and love...

"are the only true
revolutionary ideals.

"When we compromise those,
we become what we despise,

"and we lose our humanity.

"The world might see
my legacy...

"as one of
violence and destruction.

"But I know that you
are my real legacy,

and for that, I will be
thankful every day."

I-I wasn't sure
I'd ever see you again.

I thought maybe we could
see if we remember
that card game.

Yeah, sure.

[ Man ] We'll go over it again.

You know, I've kept this
bottle of single malt
in my desk since '75.

I always said when we
put this case to bed,
I'd open it.

- [ Exhales ]
- I'd like you to help me
with that, Booth.

Listen, Sam, I--

I want to apologize.

Hey, [ Cork Pops ]

I would've done
the same thing myself.

Well, maybe not
quite the same thing.

I would've slapped me
around a little bit.

[ Both Laugh ]

To the changing of the guard.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Grumbles ] How much scotch
did you drink?

Oh, just enough. You know,
I would have invited you,
but Riley, he just--

Wow. He doesn't like you.

- I understand.
- I'm sorry. Was that rude?

Not from someone
who's been drinking.
[ Chuckles ]

God. You know,
I love this place.

I love it. I love this country.

You know, I tell you something.
If I was working
law enforcement...

back in the day when they threw
all that tea, all right,
in the harbor-- I'm good.

I'm good. I would've
rounded everybody up,
and we'd still be English.

- You think?
- Yep. Yep. Definitely.

[ Sighs ]

I saw my father.

Wow. I didn't think that you
were gonna do that.

As an anthropologist,
I accept change...

as the natural order of things.

But with him, I didn't
allow for transformation.

You know, I predicated
his behavior based on a set
of outmoded preconceptions.

It wasn't rational.

Wow. I didn't get any of that.

If I was conducting
an objective experiment
on my father,

observing his behavior, I'd...

have to conclude
that he loves me.

Hmm. Why? What happened?

We played cards.

Cool.

I killed him.

Good for you.

Ahh... [ Groans ]

What's that mean?