All language subtitles for Bones S03E02 - Soccer Mom in the Mini-Van [YIFY]

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.

I mean,now you'll be able
to give your old man,
you know,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?

It's 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 wails nearby)

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...
I was asking him.

We found explosive residue

all over the van and metal
fragments in the bushes.

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 and get...

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 were
a little harsh there.

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

BOOTH:
It's a locket.

Aw,it's...

probably her daughter.

Who would want
to blow up a soccer mom?

Hey,you have a skull
for a facial reconstruction?

Help yourself.

Oh,great.

Is this all I have to work with?

I've 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?

I'm just getting enough
to verify his results.

Remember,he's
a government bureaucrat.

Hey,you're
a government bureaucrat,babe.

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
ID'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,hm?

Hodgins.

Doc-Doctor.

We're... okay?
(Frost laughs)

I beg your pardon?

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

Angela...

Montenegro.

I do facial reconstructions.

And him.
Mm.

Pleasure to meet you.

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.

And it will save time,

so Angela

Mm.
and I can have
dinner alone.

BOOTH:
The license plate
was destroyed,

but we traced the VIN number

on the van-- it was,uh,
registered to Jeremy Nash

in Culpepper,Virginia.

BRENNAN:
He looks familiar.

with a lot of stuff:
clothes,personal items.

BRENNAN:
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 a van?

Looks like Mrs. Nash
was leaving Mr. Nash.

Oh,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.

d hate
to appear ungrateful.

But...

I'll go talk to,um...

the husband by myself.

(door opening)
GUARD:
All right,Max,there you go.

Ooh,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.

hat 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 a...

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 Do you realize
how ridiculous you sound?

You're here
for murdering

the deputy director of the FBI.

He was a crook,he was 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
going to understand.

You know what? You're right.

This is my fault for expecting
we could get past...

We can get
past this.

We can.

Th

how to punish me.

But now? Here?

Come on,we can make this
whatever we want.

Here are the cards
you asked for.

I gotta to go.

Wait. These are for us.
What?

Come on,you remember
that game we used to play

when you were five years old?

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 'bout this,one hand?
Come on.

Let me know if you
need anything else.

Well... socks.

Socks,you know? The,uh...
with arch supports.

I got to stand in that
chow line forever.

NASH:
A bomb?

BOOTH:
Yeah,I'm sorry.
Where you and your wife

having any problems?

What-What kind of problems?

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

Photo albums,
and more clothes...

That stuff was for
Celia's new dorm room.

She was bringing her clothes,
things to help decorate...

You're FBI,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... tell my daughter?

ADDY:
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.

HODGINS:
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 cleaned bones
as soon as they're ready.

I also would like you
to look at the manubrium.

These shadows
look like pitting.
(sighs)

Have you determined
what kind of bomb was used?

I'm still sifting through debris

and waiting for whatever goodies
these bugs leave behind.

And Dr. Hodgins
is just...

keeping you company?

What? No.

(chuckling):
I'm working.

Hard.

I'm going to go
right now and work...

...hard some-someplace
else,so...

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.

(clears throat)
Look,Angie,um,

Agent Frost
is-is a colleague,

and I am a professional.

Okay,so,

all the stammering and stuff,
I mean,that's not...

That isn't... I... It's...

You know,that's...
it's involuntary.

It's a... It's a bodily thing.

Yeah,that didn't
come out right.

Look,I'm not going to 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 staysr 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.

I'll give it a try.

FROST (over P.A.):
Dr. Hodgins,I need your samples
for tI-I-I... I have to...

Uh...

So,I... love you,and...

Go.

Okay.

BOOTH:
Nash is going
to 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.

and iron sulfate imbedded
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.

The tatHmm. You mean like
to have bea 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.

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.

HODGINS:
Wait. Wait,wait.

Is that a fist?

Fist?
BOOTH:
It's a fist.

MONTENEGRO:
Yeah.

Oh,my God,it is a fist.

So she wasn't
Satan's old lady.

She was in the NLA.

The NLA?

National Liberation Army.

HODGINS:
Student radicals
in the '70s.

Thought they could
change the world.

Set off bombs in Army
recruiting offices,

torched cop cars.
BOOTH:
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,Neal Watkins,

were charged with the
murder but never found.

FBI's been looking
for them for 30 years.

And there they are.

And our victim?

It's the same woman.

BRENNAN:
So our soccer mom

was a killer.

WOMAN:
People,

please tell me
that all your

fancy-ass equipment

is wrong.
(high-pitched beeping)

BRENNAN:
You are not supposed
to be up here.

Booth can shoot me later.

This cannot be June Harris.

BRENNAN:
But the dentals match.

Angela's reconstruction matches.

Amy Nash was June Harris.

Porquoi 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 going to
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 going to be
a tough case to prosecute.

Sam Reilly 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,cherie.

You should bring
in Huntzinger.

He was her attorney.

I love Huntzinger. might know
Real old-time leftie.h

Worked the Chicago
Seven trial.

Sued Nixon,
the CIA,Bush...

Okay,that's great--
let's get out of here

before Hodgins gives him
the pinko medal of honor.

Are you coming?
I 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,cherie.

Absence makes the
heart grow fonder.

Socks?

MAN:
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?

Well,I just got
thrown the case,Sam.

Don't go
wailing 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 FBI
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,cherie?

(door closes)

So,how have you been,Sam?

Shut up,Booth.

CAROLINE:
What's in the bag,Leonard?

LEONARD:
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' death.

I loved June Harris.

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

NExcept maybe Neal Watkins.e.

(laughing):
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?

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.

LEONARD:
Cooperating with the system
perpetuates that system.

(sighs)
Yeah,yeah,yeah.

And if the system
is corrupt...
Blah,blah.

Blah,blah. So what's
next,Leonard?

You going to warn Watkins
that we're onto him?

You son of a...

Sam! Sam,Sam,Sam!

Watkins and Harris
are not heroes.
Hey,Sam.

You want to see
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...

Hey!
Get out of 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.

A gift

from your noble
son of a cop.

Nice and soft.

I'll be the best dressed
on cell block eight. Thanks.

Sure.

Honey... I'm sorry.

For what?

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

You deserved better.

And I should have told you
sooner.

Well,that's it? Nothing?

Well,what were you expecting?

I agree with you.

I was expecting some tears,
or a hug or something.

I did apologize.

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.

There.

See? It's better.

Thanks.

Sure.

So,the prosecutor's going
to want to talk to you about me.

It wouldn't hurt if you,uh,

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.

Listen,I know
that it's hard

to trust me,I know,
and it's going to 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.

FROST:
Electrophoresis

and HPLC shows
potassium nitrate,

charcoal and sulfur

in a 75/15/ten 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...

Complex molecular
structures.

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

Seems to be a wristwatch.

Pretty
Microscopic glass chips,

probably the crystal.

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

see if I can...

...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 ideare?

Don't touch my things.

Watch her.

SAROYAN:
She was shot,too?

The injury
presented itself

when I was
removing shrapnel

from the reconstructed
shoulder.

Well,you're 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.

y 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

s
at the FBI.

I'll inform Dr. Brennan.

REILLY:
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 kind
of 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.

But that is meaningless
speculation.

Is she really necessary?

She's my partner.

Mentors often feel
threatened

when their students
surpasses them.

Bones!
Well,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 Valentcredit card reco

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

I didn't know where she lived.

Just the town from the postmark
on the letter.

Her apology letter.

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 be pretty angry
about that.

Why didn't you tell me
what you were going to do?

You'd try and talk me out of it.

Did you know

how little time she was 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 going to need
your gun.
Why?

Be

was shot before she died.

We'd like to make sure
the bullet didn't come

from your gun.

You going to let them do this
to me,Sam?

It's just a formality,Danny.

Then let's be formal.

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' old boyfriend,
Watkins.

But it was never found.

Everyone we interviewed
at the time

without talking to Watkins
mafirst.ov

I told you,we need to find him.

Yeah,okay,we
will,Sam.

You just got to give
me some room here.

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 an old
boyfriend.

Mmm.

They keep in contact?
No.

I mean,she would've 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,a bit conservative

for Amy.

That never mattered.

She wasn't some

crazy radical
to me.

She was my mom.

You must have 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,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.

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,sweetheart.

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 NLA
burglary occurred.

June Harris and
Neal Watkins

were in Locklear's
office

at the back of
the house.

The original FBI photos
were crude,

based on fingerprints
and scuff marks on the floor.

It assumes

that June stood guard,
while Neal emptied the safe.

When Officer Valenti
walks in

surprising them,June fires,
killing Valenti.

But that wouldn't
her injuries.

Unless June emptied

stood guard.
Exactly.

Neal aims at Officer Valenti,

but June steps between them,

raises her hands to stop Neal,

but he fires.

She was trying

to protect the policeman.

June Harris was telling
the truth.

She didn't kill Valenti.

Neal Watkins did.

HODGINS:
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 NLA.

It was his signature.

They found traces
of them

at an ROTC
headquarters,

the IRS office...
June told him

shHe wasn't going to let that
thappen,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 GPS.

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.

Well,he's a con man,
Bones.

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,

I mean you could at least return
the favor

by doing something nice for him.

Yeah,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 forgive yourself

if you don't cut the guy some
slack

just because you were afraid
to get hurt.

What the hell is taking Hodgins
so long?

Where's the bombshell
from the bomb squad?

She went back
to the FBI

to catalogue
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.

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.
Mmm.

Most of it Pinus appalachiana--

Shenandoah pine...

which is only found on
Shenandoah Mountain

in West Virginia.

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!

That's nice work,
Hodgins.

You know,my computer

is going to be rendering
for a while.

You want to go
to the medieval storage room?

Oh.

Booth,what the hell is
taking you so long?!

BRENNAN:
You told Reilly
where Watkins is?

Yeah,he's meeting
us there.
He's too emotional.

This is his case;
he's invested.

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 aof muscle mass,

erectile dysfunction...
All right,hey,
let's just

keep the conversation up,
shall we?

And there's evidence
that certain men

become very unstable.
Do you want me

to start talking
about your father again?

You're very testy.

You know,and 35.

I'm only 35.
Okay,

okay.

They have blue
pills for that.

No,I don't like this.

It's too quiet.

Wasn't Reilly
supposed to meet us?

(cocking gun):
Yeah.

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

BOOTH:
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.

SAROYAN:
.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
metacarpophalangeal joints.

Ulnar deviation,
barely discernible.

Would you like my finger,
Dr. Brennan?

Please.
SAROYAN:
What are you two thinking?

Neal Watkins had rheumatoid
arthritis in his hands.

This would approximate

the strength of his
arthritic finger. Pull.

Harder.

I'm trying,Dr. Brennan.

Watkins' fine motor function

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

Neal Watkins wasn't able
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 Neal made his bombs.

The same man who worked
the case for 30 years.

I'll call Booth.

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 NLA raid.

We checked the
evidence locker.

A lot of things are missing,
including a watch.

REILLY:
It was a dog case,Booth.

That crap was moved
off-site years ago.

You know what happens
during a move.

CAROLINE:
So you had a
30-year obsession,

but you didn't keep
track of your evidence?

You have a good
service record,cherie.

We could make a deal.

Look,

but there is a real
killer out there.

Look,I understand,Sam.

I do.

I think...

...you should find
yourself a lawyer.

I was cataloguing
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.

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've 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,

aka Amy Nash.

That's crazy.

I'm sorry,Celia.

We know about the watch.

"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 had been seeing him.

She betrayed me,Celia.

She betrayed us.
(handcuffs tightening)

How could you do this?

25 years,I believed
she loved us,

but she used us
to keep her cover.

BOOTH:
Let's go.

"I tried to spare you
and your father pain.

"I know what your father
thought when he caught me going

to see Neal,but I would rather
die than betray your father."

She was trying t
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...

"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.

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.

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.

To the changing of the guard.

How much scotch
did you drink?

Oh,just enough.

You know,I would've
invited you,

but,Reilly,he just...

Wow,he doesn't like you.

I understand.

I'm sorry,was that rude?

Not from someone
who's been drinking.

You know,
I love this plI love it.

I love this country.

You know,
I'll 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.

All right,I'm good,
I would've rounded

everybody up,
and we'd still be English.

You think?
Yep.

Yep,I definitely...

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,whyWe played cards.

Cool.

I killed him.

Good for you.