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All I ask is that you
stop by the Archaeology Section

and identify the skull as
Assyrian, Hittite, or Egyptian.

I'm in court today.

I need my notes.
There's a photocopy
in the file.

No, the last time I read
from photocopies,

the defense lawyer told the jury
I was winging it.

BOOTH:
Ready? Chop-chop.

I can't find my original notes.

Photocopy
in the file.

No, the last time

the defense lawyer told
the jury that...

It was a ploy.
It failed.
Let's go.

I found glass.
I found pollen.

Which do you
want first?
Pollen.

Perhaps you could
swing by Archaeology

on your way
to your...
No, no swinging.

All right, her height
makes no sense

and her spine length
is wacky.
ZACK:
Dr. Brennan?

Okay, calculate
the height off the femur

and assume the fire
shrunk her spine.

I don't think you
should talk so much

about other cases
on court day.

You might get confused.

One simple question:
Assyrian, Hittite, or Egyptian?

ZACK:
Dr. Brennan?
GOODMAN:
Five minutes!

BOOTH:
Bones!
What's up?

Buttercup, if you sign off
on these tissue markers,

Angela can finish the
facial reconstruction.

Why did you say
"buttercup"?

"What's up, buttercup?"
is an amusing
rhyming linguistic meme.

This is the latest
"Jane Doe" from Limbo.

How about this
for an amusing
rhyming linguine:

"See you later,
alligator."

Please don't refer to
bone storage as "Limbo."

Five minutes.

There are thousands of
human remains down there,

waiting to be identified.

Limbo seems an
appropriate name.

No sign of foul play.

If you have time for this,
you have time for my Hittite.

BRENNAN:
Tissue depth of the cheekbones
and along the jawline looks

a little deep to me,
but otherwise...

Out of Limbo,
back on earth,

and on our way to court,
thanks.

Oh, Temperance!

David!
Hi.

What are you doing here?

She has to get
to court, so...

Agent Booth,
nice to see you again,

especially when
I'm not in custody.

Listen, I read your manuscript.

And couldn't wait to tell you
how great it is.

Thank you. Really?

You read her manuscript?!

Her second novel.

Bone Free.

It's kind of like Born Free
except no lions.

Yuck on the title.
Am I in it?

No.
Definitely.

We have to get to court.

I hope you have
your original notes.

Because last time...

Told you, Booth.
No! Bones!

We don't have time.

( stammering ):
All right, listen...

Uh...three minutes,
I'll wait for you in the car.

So, are you two, uh...?

Yeah, sort of.

Is that a problem?
Yeah.

You know,
Bones is very literal,

so, in the future,

no jokey advice
on court day.
Okay.

Is something wrong?

What's this?

Zack's Jane Doe.

He said that you okayed
the tissue markers.

No, that can't be right.

That can't possibly

be right;
you did it wrong.

It's a mistake, Angela.

All right, fine.

Sweetie,
I'll turn it off.

Zack, the artifact bag
from your Jane Doe,

do you have it?
Yes.

( alarm blaring )
I also have three...

three bags of soil samples

from where the remains
were buried.

( sniffles )

Any of you see Bones?

Okay, we're due
in court, like...

hello, now.

What?

This...

...totally
freaked her out.

ZACK:
My theory?

Caffeine intolerance.

Yeah, you're going to want
to take Dr. Brennan off

the witness list today.

No, she can't make it
into court.

Thanks.

All right, what's going on?

That... is Christine Brennan.

Good God.

You just found Bones' mother.

I have to miss court.

I know.

I remember this belt buckle.

I borrowed it
without asking...

the first day
of high school.

My father had it specially made
for my mother

because she loved dolphins.

Bones...

I'm sorry.

I always knew
that for my parents

to disappear like that,
they...

...they had to be dead.

I thought that...

when it was confirmed
I'd feel relief.

But...

It's still bad news.

You have the file, Zack?

Jane Doe #1-29-09-98.

Where was she found?
Bones, I...

What does it say?

In September of 1998,
a grave-digging crew

at the Sunset Memory Cemetery
in Salisbury, Pennsylvania,

uncovered human remains

in a completely advanced stage
of decomposition.

Is it from a grave?
No, it appears

somebody just dug a hole
at the edge of the cemetery

and plopped the body in there.

BOOTH:
Zack!

Sorry.

The local coroner found
no obvious evidence of foul play

and sent the remains, a few
artifacts, and soil samples

to the Jeffersonian,
hoping we could identify her.

Technically, your mother's been

at the Jeffersonian
as long as you have.

BOOTH:
Zack.

Sorry, but they both
got here in 1998.

Dr. Brennan,
Ms. Montenegro

has volunteered
to drive you home.

Temperance.

Go home.

( knocking )

( lock clicking )

It's after midnight.

Well, I was driving by,
I saw the lights...

I thought you might like
some Wong Foo's.

You saw my lights from the road?

That is correct.

All right.

After you gave me your parents'
missing persons file,

I-I did some poking around.

You worked on it?

Well, there wasn't
much I could do.

There was no evidence,
no clear jurisdiction.

( sighs
)

Listen, Bones...

finding your mother's
remains means

I can open an official FBI case.

I mean, for the first time,

a real investigation can occur.

Three days after
my parents disappeared,

they found our car
at a rest stop, a thousand miles

from where we lived in Chicago.

Yeah, I found it in
a federal impound lot in Jersey.

I'm having it trucked
to the Jeffersonian.

They kept it
all those years?

No... no, nobody
claimed it.

Your father was
a high school science teacher.

He had no trouble
with anyone at work.

Then... your mother--

that's a different matter.

She was a bookkeeper.

Mm, she was a witness
for the prosecution--

twice-- on
evasion charges.

That gives motive.

Then there's, uh...
your brother.

Russ.

The brother
who deserted me.

He's on parole.

He ran a chop shop,

processing stolen cars
for parts.

It figures.

He says that you blame him
for your parents' disappearance.

You talked to Russ?

I called him.

Just asked him
a few routine questions.

He didn't give me much.

We're going to find out what
happened to your mom... okay?

HODGINS:
Adipocere and decomp residues
in the bagged soil

indicate the body was
buried at least five years.

That's congruent with the pH
in the soil, climate,

and degree of decomp.
No, seven years.

It should be seven years.

I'm still going
through the soil samples,

but something in there might
allow me to be more specific.

She was buried
near Christmas, 1991.

I need the room, guys.

The whole lab?
For what?

It's a cop way of
saying "get lost."

What?

When you first gave me
the file on your parents,

I looked back into their
lives three to four years

before they disappeared.

Jobs, friends...

Okay.
I looked back
a little further

and I found out that...

Christine Brennan didn't
exist before 1978.

What are you telling me?

That... that this woman
isn't my mother?

I was born

in 1976;
obviously, my mother existed.

Do you know the most common
way of creating an identity?

Getting the birth certificate
of someone deceased

who was born the same year
you were,

and take over that identity.

I found a one Matthew Brennan,
born and died, 1948.

Do you understand?

I don't know what it means.

I don't know
what any of it means.

It means
that your parents weren't

who you thought they were.

It means that they
were living under

assumed identities.

( exhales )

CARNIVAL OWNER:
Every minute this is down,

I'm losing money.

RUSS:
You want faster work,

grab yourself a coffee.

Let me alone, man.

You licensed for this job?

You're a cop.

You know who recognizes cops?

Other cops?
And crooks.

I talked to you a couple months
ago on the phone. I'm Booth.

You gonna ask me some more
questions about my childhood?

You found my mother?

Your sister did the ID.

What about Dad?

No.
What do you want?

You remember being anyone else
besides, uh, "Russ Brennan?"

No.
You wouldn't lie to me
now, would you, Russ?

Cops always think I'm lying.
( wry laugh )

Why don't you just
come back to DC,

and help out
in this investigation?

I got a job, man.

Well, the alternative is,

I just cite you
for performing unlicensed

repairs on heavy equipment...
get your parole revoked.

Tell you what.

You give me a call
when you get into town.

Oh, you ask me, this...

this thing here is beyond hope.

( lever clanks )

( indistinct chatter )

( laughs )

Look at that.

It works.

I'll see you soon.

What is it?

Clump of cellulose.

It came from the soil
samples collected

at Brennan's mom's
burial site

from the same depth
as her bones.

You said you had
a giant problem.

I used the laser scanning
confocal microscope.

Which one is that?

It looks like
an espresso machine.

Now, it showed that
this is mass-produced cardboard.

Now, Electron Dispersion
Spectroscopy indicates

that the cardboard is coated

with ethylenically
unsaturated monomers,

which kept it from completely
deteriorating.

Hodgins, what's
the giant problem?

It's a movie ticket.

A little UV analysis,

some guesswork,
I come up with The Fugitive.

So what's wrong?

You don't like
Brennan's mom's taste in movies?

The Fugitive was the third
top-grossing film of 1993.

Brennan's parents disappeared
in December of 1991.

Yet Mom's going to Harrison Ford
movies almost two years later.

Oh, God, this is giant.

What do I do?

Pretend I never found this?

HODGINS:
Dr. Brennan?

Yes. Um...

did you find something
in the soil?

Yeah, uh, this was
in the soil samples

alongside your mother's remains.

( computer beeps )

A movie ticket?

Rialto Theater.

9:00 p.m. showing
of The Fugitive.

September 22, 1993.

Well, how did it get there?

Either your mother had it
in her possession

when she was buried, or
it was somehow buried with her.

Either way, it dates the burial.

No, that's... that's impossible.

My mother disappeared in 1991.

Sweetie...
It's possible
Mom was buried

somewhere else for a year
and half, then moved.

No, that-that's not possible.
MONTENEGRO:
Maybe it is...

We decided
to tell you the truth,

and this is the truth.

You all right?

I'm pretty sure I just found
cause of death. Zack?

Yes, Dr. Brennan?

See the discoloration

on the inside of the skull?

Left side... extending
from the coronal suture,

crossing the superior
and inferior temporal lines

to the squamosal suture.

ADDY:
Subdural hematoma.

Ooh! A big one.

ADDY:
Dr. Brennan?

Probably fatal.

There are no indications
of a blow to the outer skull.

BRENNAN:
Scan

the outside of the skull.

Look for histological changes,
microscopic modeling.

I don't want
to talk to him.

Bones. Bones.
All right.

Listen, Zack,
if this guy moves,

shoot him with a tranquilizer
dart or something.

I don't actually have
a tranquilizer gun.

Hey, Bones...
come on.

My mother died
of a subdural hematoma.

Bleeding in the brain.

Do you want
to proceed rationally, correct?

Chances are
the subdural hematoma was caused

by a blow to the head.

All right, you got the how.

Now, let's... let's get the who.

You just told me

that your mother was murdered.

I mean, who better to help us
than... than your brother?

Mom loved dolphins.

This was mine.

My favorite marble.

What was she doing with that?

Where did Booth
find you?

It's not hard for an FBI
agent to find a parolee.

I didn't ask how.
I asked where.

Morehead City,
North Carolina.

I call, every year,
on your birthday.

You never pick up.

Take a hint.

Could I have this, please?

It's evidence.
Of what?

It's a kid's marble.

It's the rules.

I can't let you have it.

Same old Tempe.

Never met a rule
worth breaking.

Same old Russ.

On parole.

Angela, I might send Russ in

to describe some
people to you.

Okay. What people?

Well, some people

that a seven-year-old boy
might remember.

Well, that's a little vague
there, Booth.

The drawing-- I mean,
that's important.

It's more...
I trust your instincts.

When it comes to men?

When it comes to suspects.

Why do you think that Bones

asked her
boyfriend,

you know, to, uh,
read her book and not me?

You know, maybe-maybe because

there was just too much
of me in the story.

Mm, yeah. Oh,

she was embarrassed,
you think,

may-maybe...?

( phone ringing )

Booth.

Yeah.

I'm on my way. Thanks.

Uh, the family car just arrived.

( camera shutter clicks )

We on the lookout for
anything in particular?

Treat it like a brand-new
crime scene-- full workup.

Let's go!

But tear
through the whole car, treat it,

and then go through it
with a fine-tooth comb.

That's our old car,
all right.

BRENNAN:
The name of my school is scraped
off-- Woodside Elementary.

They said they didn't find
anything in the car.

There was a bloodstain,
front seat, passenger side.

Guys! Everybody!

( whistles )
I need the space! Now!

What? Now?!

Yeah, now.

Take five, everybody.

Twice in two days.

I had the NCIC database check

for a married couple
who disappeared in 1978.

Meet Max and Ruth Keenan.

RUSS:
That's Mom and
Dad, all right.

The NCIC database--
that's...

That's criminals.

My parents were on a list
of federal offenders?

RUSS:
How do you
like that?

Guess a criminal nature runs
in the family.

You were seven years old, Russ.

Old enough to remember.

What... What is your real name?

What is my real name?
Bones, it's
right here

in the file.
No!

No! I want him
to tell me.

What is my real name, Russ?

My name was Kyle.

Your name was Joy.

You are not my brother.

Bones...
No!

He lied about that.

What else are you lying about?

What else are you
not telling us?

At first, I thought
the worst thing was

that they were missing.

Except dead means no more hope.

My mother was alive
for almost two years

after they
disappeared.

She abandoned me.

You don't know that.

Look, you finally got
to slap Russ.

You've been wanting

to do that for years.

( quiet laugh )

I worshipped him, you know?

( wry laugh )

God, he was so cool.

Everyone
knew I was

Russ Brennan's little sister.

I wasn't... cool or pretty,

so, being his sister...

You know that game, Marco Polo?

I'd be sitting
in class,

and I'd hear out
the window, "Marco!"

It'd be Russ
checking in on me,

letting everyone
know that I was

his little sister.

Did you... "Polo"?

Yeah, sometimes it would be
the only word I said all day.

Polo.

And then

Mom and Dad
disappeared, and...

Russ took off.

Suddenly,

no one cared where I was.

I miss that.

Someone caring
where I am all the time.

BOOTH:
Bones? Bones,
you up there?

Come on, let's go, huh?

Chop-chop.

I found the agent

that was assigned to
your parents' case.

WOMAN:
I was the FBI liaison
on a bank robbery task force

working out of Cincinnati
in the mid- to late '70s.

Secret Service,

State Police, ATF, all of us
after a pretty bad bunch

of armed robbers working
Ohio, Kentucky, Iowa.

You know,
excuse me.

Am I to understand that
I'm addressing the family

of one of
these robbers?

Max and Ruth Keenan's children.

Max and Ruth.

Yeah.

They never really belonged
in that crew.

Why?

They worked smart.

Specialized
in safe deposit boxes. No guns.

They'd either con
their way in, or

case out the place, break
back in on the weekend.

Took their time.

We never got a handle
on the size of their scores.

Why?

Well, people keep
jewelry and cash in
safety deposit boxes.

And a lot of stuff they don't
want to report stolen.

None of us understood
why standup criminals

like Max and Ruth

would join this
Midwest strong-arm crew.

Links to white supremacists,

real dedication
to firearms and violence.

Job in Dayton
went really bad.

Two innocent bystanders
were killed.

One state trooper,
seven wounded.

When was that?

July 4, 1978.

Never caught 'em?

Not us, no.

Few years later, one of them
turned state's evidence

for an FBI agent
out of Louisville.

Sent the rest to jail.

My understanding is
they're all dead.

Our parents were

bank robbers who morphed

into a high school science
teacher and a... bookkeeper?

Their particular brand
of safety deposit

break-ins stopped.

At the time,
I figured

the strong-arm crew
killed them for their cut.

MAN:
Agent Booth?

We found blood in the car.

We expected that.

Yeah, but here's the wrinkle:

we got blood
from two separate individuals.

HODGINS:
These two DNA charts
are from the blood in the car,

and these two are from
Dr. Brennan and her brother.

These three match.

And this one does not.

These three people
are related?

BRENNAN:
This is Mom, me and Russ.

But this chart-- a male, but
it's definitely not your father.

Okay, so we'll just run it
through CODIS

and the Convicted
Offender Index

and see what pops
up, all right?

So you describe someone to me,
and I draw them.

That's the drill.

Who do I describe?
I don't know yet.

Booth put us together,

so I could charm you into
telling me the truth.

Trust me, I got no more truth.

You know, your sister
is my best friend,

so when she says you can't
be trusted, I trust her.

This is you being charming?

Does Tempe really
hate me that much?

Russ...

she loves you.

It'd be easier
if she hated you.

Hate is a lot easier
to deal with than love,

especially
disappointed love.

You know what's ironic?

Tempe doesn't trust me

because I kept a promise.

What promise?

Seven years old--
Dad and me in the backyard.

This was in Ohio.

My dad tells me,

"You're not Kyle anymore.

"Forget about Kyle.

You're Russ."

He says: "If you ever tell
anyone-- the police, anyone--

"you will be killing
your mother and your sister.

"Swear," he says.

"You swear on
your baby sister's life

you won't tell."
He makes me

say my new name 100 times.

Russ Brennan, Russ Brennan,
Russ Brennan.

He says it with me:
Russ Brennan,

Russ Brennan, Russ Brennan,
Russ Brennan,

Russ Brennan!

Around that time,
when Kyle became Russ,

maybe you
saw someone.

Maybe you saw someone
who scared you.

Someone who scared you
because you had instincts--

the instincts
of a frightened kid.

Was there someone like that?

Yeah.

A man came
to the house one day.

My dad said if I ever
saw this guy again,

to grab my sister and hide.

Well, when you're ready,
you'll describe that man to me.

All right.

If you keep bringing Chinese
food in the middle of the night,

we're both
gonna get fat.

I know what
you've been thinking.

I doubt it.

You've been thinking that

your family is made up
of liars and criminals.

And that makes you
feel lonely.

There's a story here
we don't know yet.

Like what?

Bones, "don't know"
means it's a mystery.

What were your parents like?

( wry laugh )

My parents, uh...

My dad, he, uh...

he drove Thuds and Phantoms
in Vietnam.

Those are fighter jets.

After that, he was
a barber in Philadelphia.

And my mom, she wrote jingles

for a local advertising agency.

So they didn't go out at night

after you were asleep
and rob banks?

Listen, Bones,
you know,

parents, uh,
they have secret lives.

If they didn't,

they wouldn't be parents.

It is a little late
for Chinese, isn't it?

Thanks for the meal.

See you tomorrow.

( door opens and closes )

Dr. Brennan, is it morning?

No, I couldn't sleep.

Why are you
still here?

We're all here.

No one's leaving
until we figure out

what happened to your mother.

Thank you.

Don't thank me.

I'm failing.

I've gone over
every millimeter of the skull

and found no evidence
of remodeling,

which makes no sense

because any wound
that results

in a subdural hematoma that big

should leave a mark
on the living bone.

What if the subdural hematoma
started out much smaller?

And grew over time?

Over the course of, say, a year.

That might explain the gap
between the time

my mother sustained the injury
and the time she was buried.

Then the blow itself might not
have left a mark on the bone.

Show me the surface of the skull

directly above
the center

of the hematoma.

100-times
magnification.

Go to 500.

See here?

ADDY:
Microscopic fractures

on the osteons.

And is that the result
of bleeding

into the interstitial spaces?

I can map
the fractured osteons.

That might lead us
to the weapon.

( creaking )

I'm awake.

Yeah, I can
see that.

Caught a break
on the DNA in the car.

You know who it is?
Not exactly.

See, it's a closed file.

Whoever it is
is in the Witness Protection.

I'll make a request, but
they're pretty tight over there.

What if you had a face?

Who's that?

Somebody your father

pointed out to Russ
when he was seven.

Somebody he's
still afraid of.

BOOTH:
Hey, you know what?

I'm gonna play hardball
with Witness Protection.

If they don't cooperate, I'm
gonna put his face in the paper.

Wouldn't you get
in trouble for that?

We'll find out.

MONTENEGRO:
You know what?

Sometimes, he is just...

Whew.

What?

ADDY:
This is the pattern
of fractured osteons.

It suggests a blow from
the front that grazed the skull.

A bullet?

There would've
been particulates

left behind
by a bullet,

especially fired
from a short range.

I isolated the most
fractured osteons,

and this pattern emerges.

HODGINS:
Looks like the business end
of a tire iron.

MONTENEGRO:
No, the size is wrong.

It's too small.

The weapon was actually

chasing the skull
when it landed.

I believe that the victim was
pulled away at the last second,

so that most
of the force was lost,

leaving only
the slightest impression.

BOOTH:
Bones.

I got what I need
from Witness Protection.

Let's go for a drive.

Everybody...

Thank you.

I...

( softly ):
Thank you.

Okay, Bones, just
listen to me, okay?

This guy McVicar, he might
be a pig farmer now,

but he used to be a
mechanic, all right?

With ties to the
strong-arm crew

that your parents
ran away from.

A mechanic, like Russ?

Not like Russ.

Russ fixes things.

This guy, he used
to kill people.

Can I help you folks?

Yeah.
Put your hands up.

Do it!
BRENNAN:
Booth!

Check him for a gun.

What's going on?

He's got a .45.

.45. Check his ankle.

He's got a .38.

Thirty-eight.

I'm always right.

I'm FBI. I know who you are.

Steve Beers, pig farmer.

Vince McVicar,
the pig farmer, huh?

You want to talk
to Vince McVicar,

you do it through
the federal marshals.

I do it through
the federal marshals,

I'm gonna have to tell them
about a pig farmer

who carries
two concealed weapons.

Three.

.22 in the small of his back.

.22. I'm always right.

No, you're not.

BOOTH:
Yes, I am.

Bones, will you
put the gun down?

What do you want?

I'm Ruth Keenan's daughter.

Joy?

Joy Keenan?

Yeah...

I can see that.

We found your
blood in the car.

You hurt
lots of people, Vince.

You bashed in their heads.

They never proved that,

or I wouldn't be
in Witness Protection.

We know how it works, Vince.

You rat out your crew,

everybody loses interest
in a few old murders.

My mother was hit on the head.

Yeah, I know.

I was there.

32 stitches.

She fought back, huh?

McVICAR:
Ruthie fought back,
all right.

But not against me.

Then against whom?

Your father.

Why'd he attack you?

( scoffs )

Think about it a second,
all right?

You and my... my mother?

Me and Ruthie run off together.

Max caught us
pulling into a motel

outside of
Champaign, Illinois.

We were nuts about each other,
Ruthie and me.

Crazy in love.

Let's just skip that part, okay?

Well, he hit Ruthie first.

With what?

Tire iron.

Hit my arm, caught me
a roundhouse to the head.

Lights out, baby.

I came to.

Ruthie and Max were gone.

Never saw neither of them again.

You ask me,

Max killed Ruthie, and buried
her somewhere and vanished.

Our plan,

once we set up--

most likely in Florida--

was to bring you down.

Your father is a hard man, Joy.

My name is Brennan.

I'm Doctor...

I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan.

( scoffs )

I work at the
Jeffersonian Institution.

I'm a forensic
anthropologist.

I.. specialize in identif...

...in identifying...

...in identifying people
when nobody knows who they are.

My father was a science teacher,
and my mother was

a bookkeeper.

My brother...

I have a brother.

I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan.

I know who you are.

Hey, I know.

It's all right.
It's okay, I know.

No way Dad hits Mom.
No way.

If he caught them together...

No way Mom cheats on Dad.
No way.

A man like McVicar,
he lies

the way you guys
take a drink of water.

He killed people and then he
snitched to save his own ass.

You don't believe him?
No.

I don't believe him.

Give me one piece of evidence
that doesn't back up his story.

Your school sticker
on the back

of your parents' car
was scraped off.

What does that prove?

The only reason
to do that would be

to keep you guys hidden;
to keep you guys safe.

From McVicar.

McVicar performed hits
for the crew

that your mom and dad
ran out on.

What else?

Well, there's a story
that tracks for me,

but without evidence, it's...
it's just a story.

Tell us.

Your parents go out

Christmas shopping
one day.

They spot McVicar--
the hit man, all right?

They lead him away
from your home.

Scrape off the name
of the school,

so he can't trace it
back to me and Russ.

He takes out your father.

And my mother gets away
with a head wound.

BOOTH:
She leaves the car
a thousand miles away,

finds friends, but she can
never go back to see you guys

because the crew is
still looking for her.

It's just a story.

Fits the evidence.

BOOTH:
All right, you know what?
The weapons that

McVicar had on him,

they're a violation
of his agreement

with the
Witness Protection Program.

I'm going to take him
into custody.

I'm going to get a warrant.
I'm going to search his farm.

Search for what?

McVicar liked to bash in
people's heads.

Maybe we'll get lucky

and match the weapon
he used on your mother.

It's unlikely.

In that case,
we'll still ruin his day.

( door closes )

Tempe, that theory explains
why Mom never came back for you

during that year and
a half before she died.

What's your excuse, Russ?

You're the one that left me.

( scoffs )

You needed someone to blame,
you chose me.

I was 15 years old!

I was 19!

My parents
were gone.

My sister hated my guts.
Everyone's telling me

that she'd be better off
in foster care.

You didn't even ask me.

I tried,
Temperance!

You wouldn't talk to me!

You still wouldn't be
talking to me

if Mom's bones hadn't showed up.

And I kept trying!

Every year-- every year--
on your birthday.

You're the one that gave up.

You turned
your back on me

and you made yourself
a new family.

( door closes )

What's going on?

The FBI delivered all
these tools and weapons

from the pig farm guy.

We went through them
to see if any of them

match the mark
on your mother's skull.

BOOTH:
I got 20 hammers
and a dozen hatchets...

HODGINS:
The man loves

his blunt instruments.

Seven tire irons,
none of them match the wound,

even allowing for shrinkage.

It was 15 years ago.

Even if McVicar
killed my mother,

what are the chances he hung on
to the exact weapon?

BOOTH:
Well, it's always like this
with McVicar.

All right? You know?

Some mook is found with
his forehead bashed in,

the FBI goes in the basement,
collects about 40 hammers...

and nothing matches.

Always the forehead?

Yeah, that's his
signature kill, yeah.

Not that

anyone could
ever prove it.

You said guys like McVicar
get comfortable

with a way of killing.

Yeah.

Where did McVicar grow up?

He grew up a farm kid
in Iowa. Why?

How do you slaughter a pig?

BRENNAN:
Why's he here?

He gets nervous,
we know we're getting close.

Found this in the barn.

This is a spring-loaded
captive-bolt stunner.

The animal is
restrained,

this is pressed
to the forehead...

( cocks bolt )

( loud bang )

Oh...

AGENT:
What kind of person

could use this
on a human being?

What kind of person could
use this on a pig?

It's the perfect dodge.

Blood, flesh--

it can all
be explained.

I think I just became
a vegetarian.

So what do you think?

Yeah.

Same shape as a tire iron...
but smaller.

This could be a match.

McVICAR:
Before you
decide anything,

we should talk.

I'd call that nervous.
Wouldn't you?

McVICAR:
There's no way

to prove that
that's the exact weapon

that killed your mother
or anyone else.

You'd be surprised
at what she can prove.

I need to speak

to you alone.
Forget it.

Booth, it's all right.
No. No.

It's all right.

You got two ways
to look at this.

One is you score
a private chat.

The second one is,
you attack her,

and I'll drill you
through the forehead.

How could I possibly
attack her?

I'll decide what is
and isn't an attack,

like, say, a hiccup.

Booth. Come on.

You killed my mother.

Gonna be hard
to convince a jury.

I'm pretty persuasive.

I'll put you away.

Here's the thing, Joy.

Two people know what
really happened that night:

me and your father.

You killed him before
you attacked my mother.

Then how did I get
this scar on my head?

You got a choice, Joy.

You drop the bolt-stunner
down the well,

and you'll know what happened.

You put me
in front of a jury,

not only will you
fail to convict,

but you'll never
know the truth.

You can't live with that, Joy.

You can't live not knowing.

I found out
what happened to my mother;

I will find out what happened
to my father, too.

We're done.

You will never know
what happened to your father.

BRENNAN:
Why are you
letting me drive?

BOOTH:
It's a reward.
For what?

Totally pissing off
a hit man.

Can I read your book?

After it's come out.

Not before?

No.
Oh, but I let you drive.

( tires squealing )

Just let it go.
Where we going?

I'd like to make up
for a little lost time.

I'm-I'm gonna go get
a funnel cake.

Okay?

I have something
for you.

Thanks, Tempe.

Russ...

You were right.

You were only 19,
but at the time...

I didn't understand
what that meant.

Sometimes people
need to... explain

things to me, I guess.

Then you have to let
them talk to you.

If... you could maybe come back
and stay a couple days longer?

Please?

At my place, I mean?

Marco.

Polo.

Anybody thirsty?

Is it too early
for a beer?

Ah, I gotta go,
you know?

I'm picking up Parker
for the weekend.

Yeah, I'll take one.

You have a boy?

Yeah...

RUSS:
Woman I'm seeing--

she's got
two daughters.

Nice.

Girls are nice.

To us.

Whoever the hell we are.

To what we're becoming.

( bottles clink )

ELECTRONIC VOICE:
New message recorded today,
3:00 p.m.

MAN ( on recording ):
Temperance, you have
to stop looking.

You have to stop looking
for me right now.

This is bigger and worse
than you know.

Please, sweetheart, stop now.
( dial tone )

Who's that?

That was my father.

What's that mean?