All language subtitles for Bones S06E15 The Killer in the Crosshairs

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# I can read the writing on the wall #

# You pretend that
nothing's changed at all #

# I've got just one thing to ask you #

# If it's so #

# Just take your memory
with you when you go #

Here you are, sir. Thank you.

# So I won't have to think about #

# The lonely nights I'll be without #

# Someone to hold me #

- What are you doing here?
- A day off. Want some company?

- Do you think you can keep up with me?
- Hey, that's my line, Bones.

Oh, no, you don't!

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# Take your memory with you #

# Just take your memory with you #

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- Whoo!
- I won!

What do you mean you won?
I got here first.

No, you took off before me
by approximately two seconds...

which means that you were
both mentally and physically
prepared before you accelerated.

- You're not gonna
science your way to a win here.
- I won. You're buying the coffee.

Okay, listen. I'll buy the coffee because
I won and I'm a gracious victor.

So, what are you doing on your day off?

I don't know. Are you still going
to that lecture thingy
for the Peloponnesian War?

- Yeah- Yes.
- Really? Well, you know,
if you want some company-

I-I don't think you'd like it.
It's going to be very dry.

It's war, Bones.

Hey, Paula.

On my way to work.

No, I can't today.

But I can meet you
up at the cabin Friday night.

You kidding?
No bother. Me too.

Yeah? Where are you?
I said don't be late.

I have the package. I want to make
the exchange and get the hell out of here.

Sorry. I'm comin' in
from the north side.

Can you see me?

No, I don't.

The rats devoured the body in hours.

Heart-shaped superior inlet
indicates the victim was male.

The suit was definitely
a giveaway for me, Bones.

- I'm sorry we didn't make the lecture.
- You must be disappointed.

I know how much
you wanted to hear about Sparta
supporting the rebels in Ionia.

You wanted to hear about what?

Booth is a big fan
of the Peloponnesian War.

- He was coming with me to a lecture.
- Oh, of course he was.

- Why are you here?
- Dead guy.

And the fact that they've recovered
over $150,000 so far.

Stuff like that makes
a federal prosecutor like me all tingly.

- Bullet's made out of copper.
- Why didn't the shooter
take all that money?

He was only interested in the kill.

Plus it's handmade.

- This was Broadsky.
- Broadsky, the sniper?

- Your friend who killed the Grave Digger?
- He's not my friend. Okay?

- We were in the service together.
- The bullet severed the C5.

Right. Severing the spinal cord
from the brain stem
is the gold standard for snipers.

We call it disconnecting the computer.

You can never have too many
cute phrases for taking a life.

There are no other bullets around here.
It was one shot.

Given the trajectory,
the bullet came from over there.

It had to travel
through all that piping...

and had to be precise enough
to guarantee a kill.

- Broadsky did this.
- The I.D. says the victim
was Walter Crane.

- I bet this is someone we'd
both be trying to put away.
- It doesn't matter who this was.

Snipers don't get to make the call, and
Broadsky doesn't get to make the call.

This ends now.
Broadsky is mine.

You're abnormally quiet today.

Thank you.

Usually by now, you'd have
buried me in factoids...

about guns and historical assassinations.

Yes. For example, were you aware, uh-

Why are you pinching your lips shut?

I find that it helps
prevent me from blurting.

My sponsor believes that
it's very important...

that I restrain
my compulsion to use facts...

to keep people
at arm's length emotionally...

and that I should actually
be having more conversations like this...

which I- I find... awkward.

Would it help if we
turned to the case in front of us?

God, yes.

Cause of death is high-velocity trauma...

resulting in the severing
of the spinal cord here.

Identification found on the remains...

suggests that this is a man
named Walter Crane.

Walter Crane was born
and raised in Virginia.

That's correct.

Look at the isotope ratios
from his bone apatite.

Nitrogen levels suggest a Midwesterner.

I think we need Angela to do
the facial reconstruction.

You would like to ascertain that
this man is indeed Walter Crane...

a construction worker from Virginia?

It appears that these remains
and this identity...

do not correspond.

Hello, sweetness.

Dad!

Hi.

I thought you were
taking Europe by storm.

Well, if anybody asks,
that's exactly what I'm doing.

Let me look at you.

You're one fine, fine woman.

Okay, Dad, what do you want?

Your firstborn child.

To a lot of people,
that would totally freak them out.

I heard his name in one bad,
get-down, boogyin' blues number.

- Isn't that exactly
how you found my name?
- Yes, it is. And that's a fact.

The name I hated so much that
I changed it as soon as I could?

- It's still your name.
- Not legally.

Well, what things are got nothin' to do
with legal or not legal.

They just are.

Dad, traditionally,
the father of the child...

does have some say over the name.

Well, sweetness, the child's name
came to me in a song...

between an E-seventh heaven
and A-minor genius.

It was like hearing it
from the lips of God himself.

All right.

It's true.

I'll tell Hodgins.

Well, I guess if you feel
you gotta, then you gotta.

These are the bills found
with the victim's body.

- All hundreds, right?
- Yes. But guess what I found on them.

Blood, on account that he was shot
to death with a high-powered rifle?

Yes, blood. Of course, blood.
But guess what else I found.

- Does this look like a guessing face?
- Right. Okay.

- Sodium hypochlorite.
- Salt?

- No. Bleach.
- Guy bleached his money?

- Yeah.
- Why?

You know who this is?

Abraham Lincoln.
He's pretty famous.

But hundred-dollar bills
should feature Benjamin Franklin.

- You see what happened here?
- Yeah. I get it.

- These are counterfeit bills.
- I got it.

The counterfeiter bleaches
five-dollar bills...

and then reprints over it
with much higher denomina-

Hodgins, I'm a federal agent, okay?
I know how counterfeiting works.

They do that because
it's much, much tougher
to counterfeit the paper than the printing.

- Okay, yeah. I'm done.
- Dead guy's a counterfeiter.

That makes sense that Broadsky
would go after a counterfeiter.

Why does that make sense?

Hey- But why?

- Seeley Booth!
- Yeah, that's me.

I checked it out with Witness Protection.

- Our victim was in the program.
- Good.

- Funny thing about Witness Protection.
- What's that?

It sort of comes with a built-in motive
for murder attached, doesn't it?

That's why they need protection.

Real name- Walter Coolidge.

Well, it makes sense that Broadsky
would go after a guy like him.

That's right.
Broadsky goes after bad guys.

Doesn't make him right.

Of course it doesn't make him right.

It just bleeds off a little of our motivation
to catch him right away.

Coolidge flipped on Ortiz
and sent him to prison. Is he still there?

- No.
- Why? Thought he had life.

Ortiz isn't currently in prison...

because he's sitting
in your interrogation room.

- You're the best.
- Tell me something I don't know.

This is nice, getting out.

It's like a field trip. You know?

- Remember him?
- Sure.

He did some nice work for me.

Taking your drug-stained small bills...

and giving them new life
as hundred-dollar bills?

I'm offended at the allegation.

I hired Walter as an art consultant.

He testified against you.

Said he saw you give the order to have
three undercover operatives killed...

- which testimony put you
where you are today.
- And look where that got him.

- Where did it get him?
- Dead.

- Broadsky give you some kind of proof?
A photograph?
- Come on, guys.

Save yourself some pain.
I'm in for triple life.

Seems you know who this guy is.
You should just go get him.
What do you need me for?

I need to know
how you got in touch with him.

Why would I tell you?

I can arrange to have you transferred...

to a medium-security
federal penitentiary.

And if you don't,
she'll send you to Angola.

And no Internet, which I suspect
is the spicy part of your sex life.

If I ever talked to this guy, which I
never did, it's because he called me.

And if a target was suggested,
which it never was...

it's because it came from him,
not from me.

- What was the price?
- Money doesn't mean much
to me in prison. I forget.

He's gonna do this again.
You know that.

- Somebody else is gonna die.
- I understand.

Someone as skilled as your sniper
likes to ply his trade.

I wish I knew more,
but all I did was answer the phone.

Now, when will I be moving to California?

- Did I say California?
- No.

Why does it make sense to you...

that Broadsky killed a counterfeiter?

Counterfeiters are bad guys.

Look at Broadsky's victims.
I mean, they're all people
who got away with somethin'.

Who cares about his twisted motives?

The question is...

how did Broadsky even know
where to find Coolidge?

He was supposed to be
in Witness Protection.

Okay, if Broadsky has an inside man
at the U.S. Marshal's office...

he'd definitely be able to track down
Coolidge or the Grave Digger.

But you said that Broadsky works alone.
Isn't that what snipers do?

Wow. You're really- You're gonna say it
like that? Not all snipers are the same.

I am not him.

Nothing I said made any such allusion.

Okay, okay, kids.
Let's take a breath.

There are only 18 marshals
in the D.C. office.

I'll have their files pulled,
and we'll see if any of 'em have
a connection to Broadsky.

Right.

This is just what happens, Hodgins.

- He picks the baby's name.
It's a family tradition.
- And you're okay with that?

I didn't even think about it.

But it's- it's our kid, Ange. Ours.

And he's my dad.
He's our dad now.

Who gave you a name that is so terrible
you had to change it.

Listen, honey,
I would not fight him on this.

He is a Texas twister,
and you can't win.

This is what you really want?

Well, we don't even know what name
he's chosen. You might love it.

Don't you think that we should wait
and hear what it is?

Listen, the last thing I wanna do
is get between you and your father.

- Good.
- But-

- But?
- Hey, mind if I join you?

- Hey, Sweets. No, please.
- I actually have a question for you.

Oh, great. Shoot.

Probably not a term I should use
during a murder investigation.

Right. Anyway, Angela's father-

- Oh, God.
- What?

Are you gonna ask me
some interpersonal family question, or-

Well, is that so strange?
You are a shrink.

He wants to name our baby.

We're not supposed to have any input.
Now, that is weird, right?

Um-

Well, you know, it's- it's complicated,
of course, as all family issues are.

I'd rather not shoot
from the hip on this one.

Perhaps some research and reflection-

- You are avoiding this.
- No. No.

I'd just be remiss if I didn't consult
my books. I have so many books.

You are afraid of him.

Come on. Afraid? Am I-

Yes. I'm afraid.

He is a very sweet man.

He kidnapped Hodgins
and gave him a tattoo while
he was unconscious, Angela.

Yeah, but he- he loves that tattoo now.

Don't you, babe?

I don't- I have a lot of work to do.

I'm gonna get takeout or something.

You are running away.

I'm walking.

Listen, I think what Sweets is saying is
that you should just give this one up.

We're gonna love this kid so much
that the name isn't gonna matter at all.

I can't find any U.S. marshal...

who worked on both the Grave Digger
case and Broadsky's latest victim.

Yeah, well, anyone with
high enough security clearance...

could definitely access the files.

Wait a second. Paula Ashwaldt?

Bones, I might have somethin'.

Yeah, this marshal served in the Fourth
Brigade combat team in Afghanistan.

Nothing in Broadsky's file mentions...

the Fourth Brigade combat team.

It's amazing what the
official record doesn't show,
especially when it comes to snipers.

- Paula Ashwaldt.
- See this action?

Got her the Purple Heart.

There's no mention of a sniper.

Broadsky was there. Her unit came
under attack. He saved their bacon.

How do you know?

Because he told me.
That's our girl.

If Broadsky did this,
he- he did it on his own.

- Yep.
- Outside the command structure.

Saved 12 soldiers' lives,
including Paula Ashwaldt.

You admire him.

For his actions there, yeah.
Not for what he's doin' now.

I gotta talk to this Paula Ashwaldt.

Corporal Ashwaldt.
Special Agent Booth, F.B.I.

- I'd like to ask you a few questions.
- Ms. Ashwaldt.

I'm not in the service anymore.
Is there a problem?

I'm afraid there is. You been
in contact with a Jacob Broadsky?

I-I'm sorry.

I'm not supposed to talk to law
enforcement without a supervisor present.

I don't know if that would
be a really good idea...

'cause the information you
have provided Mr. Broadsky...

has resulted in the death
of at least three people.

- I have no idea what you're
talking about, Agent Booth.
- You owe him your life.

I understand. I know what that means.
I was in the military too.

But what he's doing now-
he's a murderer.

Please get out of my way.

See this woman? He killed her
because she was in the way.

No other reason.
You helped him do that.

Look at her. She was 29.
This is what he did to her.

- She was saving to go back to school.
- I-I didn't know.

His target was Taffet,
the Grave Digger.

She was a monster.

But Jacob promised
no one else would be hurt.

He killed someone two days ago.

Oh, God.

Did you ever leave him alone
with your computer?

- I trusted him.
- I need a name.

It could be anyone.

There are thousands of names
in those files. Thousands!

I know you have to take me in.

But maybe you could give me time-
one soldier to another-

to do the right thing.

You find anything,
anything at all, you call me.

Of course.

Ashwaldt said that Broadsky's been
using her cabin because he likes to hunt.

Well, that's an understatement.

She's going through her database
right now to see what files
might've been tampered with.

We're gonna get this guy.
He's not gonna keep doin' this.

- Your words are quite ironic.
- What do you mean?

I imagine Broadsky would say
the same thing as he stalks his prey.

Except I'm the good guy. He isn't.

But you both led a life
in which you were paid to take lives.

- Why are you doing this?
- I just like to understand.

I admire your certainty.

But since good and bad
are such subjective concepts...

how could you ever be sure
you were doing the right thing?

Okay, well, it's not subjective to me.
There's good and there's evil.

Life is all about taking sides...

and Broadsky, well,
he joined the wrong team.

- You think Broadsky is here?
- I'm not gonna take any chances.
Just stay in the car.

- What?
- Just stay in the car.

Please, Bones. Just get back in the car.

Booth, ravens are carrion birds.

That's fascinating.
Will you get back in the car now?

Why? Broadsky isn't here.

If he were, first order of logic tells us
that we'd either be dead or in a shoot-out.

Stop that! What are you doing?

- Wh-
- Get back in the car.

- If he were present,
he'd shoot, wouldn't he?
- Just-

Bones, will you get back in the car?
What are you- Bones!

There must be meat nearby.
That's why the birds are here.

That wall is very unusual.
It seems primitive in design.

It's like someone built a hallway
in the middle of nowhere.

Oh.

Odd way to hunt.

The fragmentation along the skull...

seems to be consistent
with some type of explosion.

How did he make this shot?

What kind of rounds did he use?

I think he was using the deer
as target practice.

Which means he's planning another kill.

Booth.

Right.

Paula Ashwaldt
just killed herself at her desk.

- Please tell me that this meat
is not human.
- No, it's venison.

We found it frozen
in the suicide victim's cabin freezer.

I'm confused.

Are we investigating a murder...

or preparing lunch for the Palin family?

Booth believes
Broadsky was practicing.

Decomposition suggests that this deer
was killed approximately 48 hours ago.

Oh, then the deer
was killed with a shotgun.

Notice the metal fragments
scattered throughout the flesh.

Snipers don't tend to use shotguns,
Mr. Nigel-Murray.

What weapon, aside from a shotgun
fired at very close range...

could cause this type of fragmentation?

Finding the answer starts
with asking the correct question.

You just asked the correct question.

I'll map and remove the fragments,
take them to Hodgins...

see what the, uh,
physical makeup can tell us.

Hi, Booth.

Jacob.

Welcome to my home.
Can I get you anything?

- I just want to talk for a minute.
- You want to talk?

- Talk about what?
- Paula.

Yeah, I heard.

What did you say
to make Paula kill herself?

- Must've been very mean-spirited.
- Do you think that's my fault?

Yeah.

Funny thing is, so do you.

You never could stand the idea
of collateral damage.

Do me a favor.

You either shoot me
or you get the hell out of my house.

You and me, Booth,
we've always been on the same side.

No, you're off the reservation, pal.

You wanna do the right thing, you give me
that gun and you let me take you in.

I'll tell you what.

The day I wake up and there are
no more bad people that need killing...

you're the one I come to.

I'm comin' after you, Jacob.

It's my job.

There's something
you should consider, Booth.

Of all the people that have died
in our little clash of wills...

Paula was the only good person.

I really liked her.

And you're the reason she's dead.

So, tell me, standing in front of God...

which one of us will be
judged more harshly?

And I thought you were a Buddhist.

What I'm saying is,
my conscience is clear.

That's the problem.

I'm comin' after you.
I'm gonna catch you.

The next time I have you in my sights,
I'm not aiming for your knees.

Good to know.

Because if that moment comes...

I will not hesitate to make
that sweet son of yours fatherless.

He'll be the collateral damage.

He was in your apartment?

Yes.

Well, why didn't you, I don't know, jump
up and judo-karate-kung fu the man?

The guy was holding a gun on me.
He doesn't miss.

Maybe that's what he came there for-
you know that thing...

where a killer wants to get caught and
punished for his wicked, wicked ways.

No, he doesn't have that.
He would've shot me.

- If he gets another chance,
he's gonna take me out.
- Cher, did the man get to you?

- It would help if you wanted
to put the man in prison.
- Oh, I most definitely do.

You're the one
who says you can't argue...

with the choices Broadsky makes
on who he's gonna shoot.

Yeah, I can't fault that.

But now the man has crossed a line.

- Causing a suicide?
- No.

Man sneaks into your house,
threatens you with a gun.

That's unforgivable. He should
get lethally injected just for that.

Hodgins says the fragments
are titanium...

with some tungsten and other alloys.

Yeah. Typical bullet stuff.

But it is not a bullet, correct?
It's a mass of pellets?

Well, no. Look at this.

Oh. It is a bullet.

Yeah. Looks like it.

Although it's big.
.110 caliber, minimum.

Any larger and we'd have
to call this thing a shell.

How does a single bullet
fragment into 154 fragments?

Well, at first I thought that it must've
been a ricochet. But look at the tip.

- There's no sign of impact.
- Right.

So, what kind of bullet fragments...

before it hits anything?

- What's this?
- It appears to be the remnants...

from some kind of circuitry
that Vincent dug out of the deer meat.

What if the circuitry
is part of the bullet?

I mean, this is a computer chip.
You can program it.

Which suggests
you could program the bullet.

Yeah, which means we're
looking at something from the future.

Time travel is physically impossible.

Yeah, but so is a bullet that
you can program like a computer.

Like we didn't have it bad enough
with the old kind.

- Agent Booth.
- Is this a bad time?

No, no. Come in.

Look, I don't want you to think
I have a problem here. Okay?

- Okay.
- I just need to talk some things out.

Because I'm starting to talk to myself
and I'm sounding like a loon.

Sure. Have a seat.

It's this whole thing with, uh, Broadsky.

Bones keeps, uh, equating me
with him because, you know-

'cause we were snipers
and, you know, we're the same.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, you're supposed to say,
"No, you're not the same."

Do you actually think
I view you and Broadsky the same way?

I never wanted to pull the trigger.
Do you understand me?

It was a war. It was a necessity.
That was my responsibility.

- I understand.
- It was a terrible act for the greater good.

Why does Bones question that?

Does she really,
or are you questioning it?

Why are you asking me questions?
Didn't I say I wanted to come in
and talk some things out?

Just hear me out for a second here!

Okay.

I don't get it.

Broadsky was a good man.

I don't understand
what happened to him.

I mean, what gives him the right
to make these kind of calls?

- Would you like me to answer that?
- Sure. I would love an answer.

Yeah. That's why I'm here.

Being the cause of someone's death...

no matter what the circumstances...

leaves a man with a great burden.

People deal with that burden
in different ways.

You know, some- some celebrate it.

They relish the power
as a way of justifying what they've done.

Others, like Broadsky,
they justify another way.

They feel that it's their destiny
to mete out justice.

They convince themselves
that they have the moral high ground
to make these calls.

It's the only way they can live
with what they've done.

What about me?

From my perspective,
you're a healthy man.

You can accept what you've done...

and the pain and sadness
and regret that comes with it.

You know, not everybody has
the strength to deal with that reality.

It's a testament to you
that you've built this life...

with family and friends
who love and respect you.

Booth, that can't be easy.

It kills me that Bones thinks...

that taking someone's life
means nothing to me.

Have you talked to her about it?

We don't go there anymore.

- That's over.
- Okay.

You gotta get back to work,
and I have to get back to work too.

If you need me again, Booth-

Thanks, really.

I got what I needed.

Okay, so I got this demo from
the Department of Defense.

This has to be the bullet
that Broadsky used.

It's called a smart bullet.

More like a bomb.

Well, essentially it is.

It matches the damage
to the deer's skull.

The rifle is an AM-40.

You set the distance you want
the bullet to detonate.

I'm sorry. Why would anyone
want a bullet to explode in midair?

Well, here's why.

The rifle is perfect
for fighting insurgents in Afghanistan.

That's how he managed the impossible
shot on the practice range...

and why he built walls
in the middle of a field.

Broadsky's next target must be
in a location that's difficult to access...

otherwise he wouldn't need this weapon.

There's one little problem.

This bullet has a diameter
of 25 millimeters.

The diameter of the bullet we recovered
is 20 millimeters.

And the circuitry we found
was custom-made.

You mean Broadsky
made the weapon himself?

Booth says it's too sophisticated,
even for Broadsky.

Glad you could stop by.

I'm sure you are.

So, about the baby's name.

Right.

It came to me during a song.

Can't be more perfect than that, can it?

I'm sure it must be
very meaningful... for you.

This is what Angie wants, you know.

Well, I- I know that this is, you know,
what, uh- what you want Angie to want.

And since she loves you, she wants it.

And since I love her,
I'm trying to- to want it too...

because I want to make her happy.

Well, that's probably good enough.

So, the name that came to you-

It could work for either a boy or a girl.
That's the beauty part.

Great.

Staccato Mamba.

Staccato Mamba?

Yeah, I- I- I didn't see that one coming.

You wanna know what it means?

No. No. That's okay.

Because it's not gonna happen.

Now look, you can- you can
attack me with dogs. Okay?

You can burn me with a branding iron.

Hell, you can make me
listen to a musical. I don't care.

But we are not naming our child
Staccato Mamba.

You know what you're doing here, right?

You have a child
named Staccato Mamba.

We'll have Michael Joseph,
if it's a boy...

or Katherine Temperance, if it's a girl.

Michael or Katherine?

That's right.

Michael or Katherine.

I-I-I'll be going...

for now.

Oh, God.

Mr. Winkler, I'm Caroline Julian
with the Justice Department.

Seeley here assures me you're the
sweetest, most considerate
arms dealer he has ever met.

Actually, I'm more of an arms maker.

Oh, and did you make a smart bullet
prototype for Jacob Broadsky?

In my line of work,
discretion is paramount.

- Discretion can also be
an accessory to murder.

I know my law, Seeley. I can't be charged
for simply selling ammunition.

Well, you see, cher, I am the law...

and I can charge your scrawny ass
with whatever I want.

I like the challenge.

I'm a patriot.

Do you remember when you and Jacob
were first deployed to Iraq...

and the army didn't have
enough body armor for its soldiers?

The Kevlar vest I made you-
how many rounds did that absorb?

- We're not talking about that now.
- I believe it was three.

A thank you card
would've been nice.

The problem is,
Broadsky's not active military.

He's on loan-out
for a special assignment.

Yeah, I did my due diligence.
I saw the paperwork.

He probably could've shown you
phony passports too.

You'd accept anything that
could make you a little money.

Now it's a crime to be
a capitalist in America?

He's killed three people- so far. Three.

Counting the service,
a lot more than that if memory serves.

How many for you, Seeley, huh?

- Really? You want me
to add you to the list?

- This is abuse.
- I don't see anything.
Must have something in my eye.

Give me something on Broadsky,
or I swear I will make your life a living hell!

And I'll put you out of business.

You'll be recycling Kalashnikovs
in a hut in Sudan.

I don't know where he is.

All he told me were the specs I needed
to design the bullet.

Which were?

Draw!

It was gonna be used...

in a rectangular room...

30 feet long by 18 feet.

It has marble paneling
and a marble floor...

and a ceiling 12 feet high
made of copper.

It has a window on this wall,
1 -by-4 feet.

The bottom sill,
eight feet off the floor.

- Where did he pick up the bullets?
- He didn't.

I dropped them off in a locker
at the bus station.

- When?
- He said he needed them by today.

That doesn't give us much time, ch�ri.

I've taken the parameters of the room...

and cross-referenced them
with architectural plans on file with D.C.

- There have to be tens of thousands.
- Yeah.

Using the materials
that Winkler described...

it narrows down to a building
that had to be constructed before 1939.

Wait a minute.

Marble, copper ceiling, before 1939.

Yeah. The parameters are all in there.

- I know where it is.
- You do?

It's the women's bathroom
in the federal courthouse.

Well, I'm-I'm sure there are other-

Yep. That's the one.

- Bones, what do you think?
- It fits the measurements exactly.

The cladding and the floor are both
marble. The ceiling is copper.

I think Caroline was right.
This is the place.

Right. So, this bathroom
serves two courtrooms.

- Shouldn't we evacuate the building?
- No.

If we do that, Broadsky- he's just gonna
take off, wait for another chance.

- Snipers are patient.
- Like you.

Right now we know the where.
We pretty much know the when.

We just gotta figure out the who.

We can look through the dockets...

- and identify possible targets
using Sweets's profile.

It's gonna take too long.
Angela, did you do your thing yet?

I've got the courthouse...

and I entered the elevation and distance
of Broadsky's practice shot.

The computer's looking for it now.

Okay, got it.

There is one location
that matches the practice shot.

It's a rooftop at Riggs and 18th.

Riggs and 18th. Thanks.

Riggs and 18th. That's where Broadsky's
gonna set up. Let's go.

- Where are we going?
- Roof.

- You're going the wrong way.
- I gotta get to my vehicle.
I gotta get my rifle.

Wait. Shouldn't we call in
SWAT and helicopters?

- We do that, Broadsky is gone.
You gotta trust me on this one.
- Booth.

I wanna ask you a question,
but I find it makes me anxious.

Okay, well, go.

- Forget it.
- Whoa, whoa, wait a second.
Partners don't say "forget it."

Okay. Here's my question.

Are you doing this
so you can kill Broadsky...

or because
it's the best way to stop him?

It's the only way.

You gotta trust me on this one,
trust that I'm gonna do the right thing.

- I trust you.
- Let's go.

Caroline is asking if we see anything.

- The answer's still no,
and tell her to stop asking.
- Booth says stop asking.

I don't wait well. I'm an action person.
Waiting makes my teeth hurt.

- Her teeth hurt.
- Okay.

Nothing.
Maybe we're in the wrong place.

Or the wrong time.

- Maybe Angela got it wrong.
- Or Broadsky saw us?

No, I doubt that.

Well, the courtrooms are both clear now.

Nothing here except for a few lawyers
and bailiffs, like that.

- The courtrooms are clear now.
- No defendants?

- No defendants?
- No female defendants.

There's a female defense attorney.

There's a female defense attorney.

Any high-profile cases?
Did she set some psycho free?

- Any high-profile cases?
- No, she's just some lackey
from a big firm.

This is the first case
she's handling alone.

- She's no one important.
- Who is she defending?
I mean, what did he do?

Who is she defending?

Um, Gregory Allen. Corrupt cop.

Charged with bribery,
accessory to murder.

Looks to me like
he's looking to plead out.

A bad cop named Allen.
Bribery and murder charges.

Can we just put her on speakerphone?

- What's the story?
- Says here he took a bribe...

not to arrest a hit-and-run driver...

who killed a woman and two kids.

That sounds like Broadsky's target.

Why would Broadsky focus on the
women's bathroom if his target is a man?

- Booth?
- Yeah.

Architecture is often
much like the human body.

- What are you getting at?
- There's a certain symmetry-
anterior, posterior.

- There's a mirror image.
- Of course.

The men's bathroom looks
just like the women's bathroom.

Caroline,
the target is the men's bathroom.

We're going to the other side
of the building.

There he is. I got Broadsky.

He's definitely going after the cop.
I'm gonna need you to be my spotter.

- No, I'm not trained for that type of work.
- Come on. You're brilliant.

Just pick up the range finder,
look through it, find Broadsky
and just give me a read.

382 yards, 18 inches.

- Temperature?
- 54 degrees Fahrenheit.

Okay, the bad cop is on the move...

heading toward the bathroom.

Wind speed here.
I feel it on my cheek.

I estimate five miles per hour,
coming from the south.

I need wind velocity on Broadsky there.
You see a flag? Anything?

Booth, I don't-
I don't see anything.

Bogey is in the can.
I repeat. Bogey is in the can.

There's gotta be something.
There's always something.

I-I don't know. I don't-

Five miles an hour,
intermittent, from the southwest.

You did it. Did you hit Broadsky?

I only had a clear shot at his weapon.

22-705, requesting assistance.

Look, I need a 10-block perimeter
for a murder suspect.

Shots fired.
Suspect is armed and dangerous.

- Roger that.
- Do you think the police will be able to catch him?

No. No, we missed him.

He's long gone.

You with us, son?

- What happened?
- Same old same old.

Celebratory tequila.

It don't sit well with you, boy.

I tried to talk you out of it,
but you insisted.

No. No, I didn't.

You said it was a sign of your gratitude.

Gratitude? For what?

That I conceded the right
for you to name your children...

whatever boring,
noninspirational name you like.

You like that I stood up to you.

You don't seem to be doing
any kind of standing up at the moment.

Till next time.

Angie, uh, you're gonna
have to come and get me.

Tequila.

Your dad.

But we won.

Look, Broadsky- he needed
to be caught or killed.

- I messed up. All right?
He's still out there.
- But so are we.

- Most importantly, you.
- What's that supposed to mean?

That eventually you will get him.

- Why are you angry at me?
- Forget it.

No, you can't say "forget it"
to your partner. You taught me that.

I just- I don't like the idea
that my partner thinks...

that me and Jacob Broadsky
are alike.

You're similar in many ways.

- Great! Thanks, Bones.
- But not in the most important way.

How- How can I put this
in a way that you will understand?

Why don't you try and say it
in teeny-tiny words?

O-Okay.

Broadsky is bad.

You are good.

That's as simply as I can put it.

You don't believe in absolutes
like good or bad.

You think it's where people stand.

From where I stand,
you are good and Broadsky's bad.

Thanks for standing there, Bones.

I'm standing right beside you,
Booth, like always.

Like I always will.

I-I'm being metaphoric, of course,
because we are currently sitting.

Thank goodness.
'Cause I thought I'd shrunk.

That's funny.

Because you made a joke
based on relative position...

which goes back thematically
to our discussion...

of situational morality.

That's not why it's funny.

- Tell me another one.
You got another joke?
- Huh? No!

What's that mean?

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