All language subtitles for Bones S08E15 The Shot in the Dark

The victim was found
on the rocks

underneath the New River
Gorge Bridge.

Slanted temporal bone,

prominent nasal spine,

and the ectocrancial
suture closure indicate

the decedent is male,
late 30s,

early 40s.

Nice call.

The way he's broken up,

I'd have ID'd him
as Humpty Dumpty.

The only fracturing
I've seen like this

is from a skydiver

whose chute
didn't open.

The New River Gorge Bridge.

Ah, that thing
is over

876 feet high.

We could be looking
at a suicide.

He's crawling with insects,

so time of death
should be simple.

I'd say it looks like
maybe five or six days.

I have enough tissue
for DNA and a tox screen.

Some of the heart muscle

has been recently damaged.

Hey, if I
was falling

876 feet, I'd have
a heart attack, too.

How soon can you examine
the tissue

and clean the bones?

A few hours.
You can go home.

Then I will put Christine
to bed.

Perhaps she'll enjoy
hearing Humpty Dumpty.

So, you know, I'm thinking
maybe next month

me, you and Christine,
we could rent a cabin

at, uh, Palmer River
and we can go fishing, huh?

She's 14 months
old, Booth.

She enjoys the comforts of home

far more than she would
a cabin in the woods.

Oh, come on.
You don't know that.

There has been copious research
done by pediatricians

and cognitive specialists that...
Bones.

It's a family thing, all right?

All of us will be together.

It's impractical, Booth.

Sometimes it's good not to

be practical.
Sometimes it's good

just to have fun, right?
Create memories.

Christine wouldn't retain
conscious access

to a memory made
at 14 months.

The neural
network...

I'm sorry. What
is it with you, huh?

Why are you angry?
Why?

Because sometimes I would just
like us to do something

without you having to ask,
you know,

some scientist if it's okay.

I don't want to fight
in front of Christine.

Why? She won't be able
to access her memory, huh?

Why are you so afraid

to be spontaneous?

You want Christine
to grow up like that?

Oh, so now I'm
a bad mother?

No! No. I'm not
saying that at all.

Then why don't you
put her to bed and I

will go back to the lab
and finish my work.

Oh-ho, wait a second.

You're really
misunderstanding me here.

You've been quite clear, Booth.

Being rational makes me no fun
and a bad mother.

I didn't say that!

I said that you're
not spontaneous.

There's a difference there!
Is this spontaneous

enough for you?
Good-bye!

Great.

Civilization is based
on rational thought.

There is no certainty
without evidence.

To dismiss the empirical

with foolish emotionalism...

Somebody's burning
the midnight oil.

Oil hasn't
been used

as a light source
for over 100 years, Hal.

I thought someone
was here with you.

Uh, no.

No, I-I was...
I was making notes.

Hey, you gonna be here long?

I got to mark it
in the log book.

A few hours.
So...

what's the story with this guy?

Initially, indications were

that he jumped from a bridge.

But since he suffered
a prior heart attack

and, given that he landed
on his back, the injuries

to his right supraorbital
margin...

You know I don't know
what you're saying, right?

I'm sorry.

Simply put: it appears
as if he was murdered

and then
thrown

from the bridge
to obscure that fact.

And with that I'll resume
my important duties

and go check the bathroom.

Have a good night.

♪ Don't come back

♪ Until you've realized
what you lost ♪

♪ Will no prayer of mine

♪ Move you to come see
it's all fine ♪

♪ I told you a hundred times

♪ I think about you every day

♪ Would it put you off to know

♪ That you're no better
off with me? ♪

♪ 'Cause it's all gone wrong

♪ Can you help me?

Victim appears to have

good skeletal health,

aside from the injuries
from the fall.

Hal, I'm working right now.
I-I can't talk.

Hal?

Bones. Bones, you here?

Look, I'm sorry, all right?

You're the best mother
in the world.

I miss you.
Christine misses you.

Bones?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Bones.

Bones,
Bones,

are you all right?
All right.

Just stay with me here.

Bones, stay
with me!

Yeah, this is
Agent Booth.

Listen, I need an ambulance
at the Jeffersonian,

in the bone
room. Now.

Now!

Okay, stay with me, Bones.
Is anyone here?

I need some help!

Just stay with
me, okay?

Everything's gonna be fine.
Stay with me.

Bones, wake up.
Stay with me. You gotta fight.

Everything's
gonna be fine.

All right?
Just...

Okay, Christine.

Hello, Tempe.

Mom.

♪ Bones 8x15 ♪
The Shot in the Dark
Original Air Date on February 11, 2013

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method
== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

We're at the
hospital, Bones.

You're gonna
be all right.

Systolic is 55.
She's brady at 30.

What's that mean?
Sir, please step back.

What does that mean?
It means she's

lost a lot of blood.
Now, please, let us work.

Stay with me, all right, Bones?

You gotta fight.
You gotta fight.

Bones, you gotta fight!

Christine's...

Just stay with me.

Stay with me!

Okay.

I understand what's happening.

What's happening?

I'm hallucinating.

Wow. Most people
get shot

and appear in another reality,

they ask themselves
if maybe they're in heaven.

I don't believe in heaven.

And yet here you are,

having a conversation
with your dead mother.

You aren't actually here, Mom.

I lost
consciousness while my

adrenal system was
working overtime.

My brain is struggling
to make sense

of what's
happened.

The house is exactly

as I remember it:
Dad's Barcalounger;

the horrible

bouquet floral sofa...

You helped me pick that out.

You said you liked flowers.

I guess I've changed.

You most definitely
have changed.

Tell me about your life.

Since you are nothing more than
a projection of my imagination,

you know everything
about me already.

Come on. Humor me.

I'm with a man.

I have a daughter.

What's her name?

Christine.

Her name is Christine.

I'm honored.

And the man?

Booth.

I love them both very much.

I have to get back to them.

Oh, Tempe, I'm afraid
it's not your decision.

Whose decision is it?

You know what I'm going to say.

This is not real.

You are still

the most stubborn creature

on God's green earth.

I do not...

believe in God!

I have to get back!

Her pressure's back up.

- Hemoglobin level?
- Still below six.

Her superior mesenteric
artery's been partially torn.

You need to go up
on the vasopresser.

Thank you, Dr. Saroyan.

We'd have never guessed
that ourselves.

I apologize.

She's my friend
and I'd really rather

not have her end up
in my autopsy room.

I apologize. You give us
any damn advice you please.

I'll just feel a lot better
when I find that bullet.

Nothing is showing
on the X-rays.

But that's crazy.

That we agree on

because there's
also no exit wound.

The bullet has to be
behind some bone.

When she's stable,
we take a bunch

more X-rays from
different angles.

She's in V-tach.

Damn it...
Defibrillator.

Get that separator
out now!

Clear!

Please. Please...

Clear!

I hate to say "I told you so,"

but it's not your decision.

Why am I in
these clothes?

You always loved that sweater.

I was wearing it when you left.

I know.

I have to
get back.

How's your father?

I have to go back.
I have a daughter.

I know how
you feel.

Once I had to leave
my daughter behind too.

I'm pretty sure it killed me.

You had to leave us, Mom.

You did what you had to do
for Russ and me.

We understand.

No, see, this is your
one small problem,

is that you
think that you

can understand things

that are simply
not understandable.

They throw you for a loop.

Throw me for a loop?

Yes.

Yes, doctor.

Seeley?

She's stable.

Thank you.

Her heart stopped.

Twice.

Twice?

But she's out
of surgery.

Still critical.

Thank God you weren't
five minutes later.

No, it's a miracle, right?

Bones,

she doesn't believe in God.

You know, since...

It's the only
explanation, right?

Well, for some reason,
you got it into your head

that you had to see
the woman you love.

Any word
on the shooter?

I don't know.
There's a security guard.

He was also found dead
on the second floor

in the stairwell.

Hal?
Yeah.

But...

Why would anybody kill Hal?

I don't know. No one knows.

There was nothing touched.
There was nothing disturbed.

There's got to be some kind
of a connection here.

Well, I need to go
back to the lab.

I'll autopsy Hal,

and if I can find
the bullet in him,

that will give us a jump
on Dr. Brennan's attacker.

What? Why?

Because there is no bullet
in Brennan.

And no exit wound.

That's not possible, Cam.

It's got to be

a small caliber, maybe a .22

stuck behind the ribs.

Seeley, they're bring her out

in a few minutes.

Your place is here
with her.

Not out working the case.

I know, right, okay.
Okay.

All right.

That's Dr. Brennan's blood.

I can't believe that
she survived this.

I wonder if it has
something to do

with this case
Brennan was working?

That's what I
was thinking.

Unless I'm one
of your prime suspects.

Clark, hey, man.

Stepping in
on the Bones stuff.

This could be dangerous.

Yeah, well, my middle
name is danger.

It's actually

Thomas, but...
Thomas.

His name's Thomas Edison.

Good luck.

Aw, hey, so,
how's Booth?

Holding up.

Did you call Clark?

No, he actually
showed up on his own.

Here's something
Dr. Brennan must've found

just before
she got shot.

Tiny and metallic.

Okay, well, that'll be
my department.

Maybe you can
find something.

Why, what's wrong?

Preliminary X-rays

showed no bullet in Hal.

No bullet in Hal,

no bullet in Dr. Brennan.

What? They were both shot.

That's correct.

That doesn't make any sense.

Big entry wound, no exit wound,

white cauterized tissue,
and a vanishing bullet.

It doesn't make any sense
at all.

I have to go...
have to go...

Bones.

I'm right here.

Booth.

Where...

What happened?
Just relax.

All right?

You're in the hospital.

All right? You were shot.

Oh, God.

I had a dream.

I didn't understand...

You don't have
to understand, okay?

Everything's gonna be okay now.

All right?
It was cold.

When I was shot.

Well, that happens, all right?

You lost a lot of blood.

Not from blood loss.

Cold at the wound site.

Here you go, Booth.

She's up.

Oh, my God, Tempe.
Easy.

I'm okay, Dad.

You flatlined.
Max,

she doesn't need to know the details.
Where's Christine?

I thought I heard her with you
when you found me.

It's all right.

She's in day care.
Oh.

I'll take good care of her.
I'll pick her up.

Okay.

Look, did you see anything
before you got shot?

No.

I, um, was wearing my...

magnification headgear.

It was a blur.

That guard was there.

Hal-- he was there.

Hal was killed.

God.

Did they recover the bullet
from me?

There was no bullet.
There was no exit wound.

What?

That's impossible.
I know.

Cam and the others
are all over it.

I should help.
Oh, no, no.

I told you she'd try.
Listen, the doctor said

that you shouldn't move,
understand?

Mm-hmm.

When I flatlined, how...

how long before my heart
started beating again?

Two minutes.

You were dead for two minutes.

These are the people who were
in the building last night.

- The suspects.
- Witnesses.

Everything points to someone
who fled after the shooting.

So, we're hoping one
of these people saw him.

You know, psychologically
speaking, a shooter...

You offered to help
and I appreciate that,

but this is my
investigation, Lance.

Okay, I'm just asking you
to keep an open mind.

Did you find anything
on Hal the security guard?

He was new, only been here
about six months.

His badge was used to access the
lab at the time of the shooting.

What about the security cameras?

All disabled prior
to the shooting.

That's why we're hoping

one of these people
can help us.

Hey.

She's awake.
Yes.

Oh, thank God.

Booth wants us
to tell him

about anything that we find.
So far,

the guard hasn't given us much.

Gunshot wound to the abdomen,
massive internal bleeding,

but no bullet.
And no exit wound.

Same as Dr. B.-- there's a
clear trajectory but nothing.

She said
it was cold

when she was shot.

But most victims describe it
as a burning sensation.

How is it possible to shoot two
people and not find a bullet?

When you eliminate the possible,
you are left with the truth,

no matter how improbable.

What are suggesting,
Dr. Hodgins?

Have you ever heard
of an ice bullet?

An ice bullet?

That's been posited for years,

but no one's ever fired one
successfully.

But it's technically possible
and it would explain

why no bullet was found
in either body.

Do you have any other theories?

No.

Set up the test.

Someone's got
to be the first, right?

You were working last night?

I had to catalog some papyrus
Hellenistic epigrams.

We're doing an exhibit
on the Posiddipus Scroll.

I slept in my office
last night.

I am the chief of restoration,
so I often work late.

My shift ended at 6:00.
Hal Bennett was my replacement.

Did you hear a shot?

Or see anything strange?
Nothing.

I-I wear headphones.

Listen to classical music.

My office is next
to the air conditioner.

I can't hear a thing.

There was a man
in the hall when I went

for coffee--
he was leering at me.

Maybe he had a thing
for Dr. Brennan.

I was at the coffee machine
and she walks up

wearing this tight skirt.
What am I supposed to do?

Not stare?

Hal was just with us
six months.

He's a good guy.

Maybe a little clumsy.

Clumsy how?

I once saw him trip and
fire his Taser into the floor.

Is there
any indication

that Hal could've been mixed up

in something illegal here?

Look, man, I keep to myself.

I don't know anything.

I thought one of them
would be able to help.

They're all on
different floors

or down a locked
corridor.

Or so they say.

You okay?
Look.

I'm usually objective,
but they all look guilty to me.

Everyone does.

Look, this case is personal
for you.

It's natural
to lose perspective.

I'm the shrink, okay?
I know.

I'm just being a friend.

That's it? That's all we have?

The ice bullet and the metal
fragment-- yeah, for now.

27 people working on this
and we have nothing, Sweets.

Look, I know how frustrating
this must be.

Really? Do you?
'Cause you don't.

I don't think you do.

Everyone's doing
their best, Booth.

How is she?

She's improving.
And you?

We had a fight.

Before she got shot.

That's why she was at the lab.

She thought I said
that she was a bad mother.

She just misunderstood
what I was saying.

I'm sorry.
I mean, what if that was

the last thing
that she thought?

I mean, she's a great mother.
Oh, yeah, I know.

Why would I say
something like that?

I think what you're
really asking is

how could something
like this have happened?

We'll find out.

I found a tiny antemortem
puncture on the sternum

that fits perfectly
with the metal fragment

that Dr. Brennan placed
under the microscope.

And you're sure it came
from a piece of Taser prong?

It's a perfect match to the
type of Taser Hal was issued.

The victim must've been shot
at close range

for it to be embedded
in the sternum.

Multiple shocks with a Taser

have been known to induce

ventricular
fibrillation,

which could cause
cardiac arrest.

Hey.

I got it.

His height and the

facial reconstruction gave us
a match on the bridge victim:

Johannes Groot.

So it's possible

that Hal the security guard
killed Johannes Groot?

It would explain why
Hal was so interested

in the body Brennan
was working on,

and in how the security cameras
got shut off.

Okay, but then who killed Hal?

And why?

Johannes Groot.
What is that? Dutch?

I don't see any
wooden shoes.

Groot had a thing for planes.

Well, yeah, he was
a sales rep

for a jet leasing
company.

This is his
company's fleet.

What's up your butt?

See that clock?
Yes,

that looks
like a clock.

This is a Swiss Atmos clock.

It's worth $10,000.

So what do you think?

A one-time extravagance?
A gift?

Beats me.

Hey, um,

I'm sorry we didn't connect.

You know,

after we connected.

How did you get from a clock
to our failed romance?

If you must know,
a clock, time,

time passing,

too much time passing,

awkwardness.
"Oh, God,

she must hate me for not
calling." "Why didn't she

call me?"
Wow.

All that from a clock?

You must have your own version

of what happened
between us, right?

We went out a
couple of times.

Went to bed once.
It lacked fireworks.

Moving on.
Well, uh,

normally I'm quite good in bed.

Daisy and I had just gotten out
of a long-term relationship...

I know how you feel.

You do?

You were right.

Thank you.

Uh, about our guy

having expensive taste, I mean.
Oh.

These suits are bespoke.

Mm-hmm.

That means handmade--
very expensive.

I know what that means.
Totally know what that means.

He's living far
above his salary.

Family money?

Nope.
So our guy's crooked somehow.

There was a struggle here.

Somebody hit this
table pretty hard.

What's that?

Confetti.

Confetti with
numbers on it?

I didn't see who shot me.

I had the magnifier
over my eyes,

so all I saw was a shape.

Did the FBI find anything?

It's your job
to recover.

It's everybody else's job
to figure out who shot you.

And did you know that
if you fire a Taser,

it releases confetti
that's marked

with a special
tracking number?

Yes.

Sweets and Sparling
found Taser confetti

matching Hal
the security guard's Taser.

Hal went to the first victim's
house, Tased him.

Killed him.

Groot's heart gave out.

Whoa, Brennan.

Are you okay?

I feel...

What, pain?

I feel wonderful.

Brennan!

Oh, my God! Brennan?

Brennan?! Hey, hey, we need,
we need a nurse in here!

Nurse, we need
some help!

Do you remember the last time
we saw each other?

Of course. I was 15.

I went to bed

and I never saw you again.

But I survived.

Of course you did.

We had a fight.

You and I.

We had a fight the night
before you disappeared.

We fought about a boy.

Scott something, right?

Scott Morrison.

You said that I was changing
myself too much for him.

My clothes...

You started smoking cigarettes
because he did.

I didn't know
that you knew that.

And I told you that you were
too dreamy and emotional,

making decisions
on what you felt

instead of using
your brain.

You did that.

And you slapped my hand away.

And then I left

and I never saw you again.

I loved you so much.

Oh, honey, I knew that.

I hate that the last thing I did
was slap your hand away.

It's all right, Temperance.

How do you know?

Maybe that's why
you took my advice

and you never changed yourself
for another person again...

so you'd never
be hurt.

You tucked your heart away
and you used your brain.

She's waking up.

Thank God!

Here we go.

Would you stop scaring
us like that, please?

Sorry, Dad.

Did it throw you for a loop?

What is it, Max?

Her mother used to say that
to me all the time.

What happened?
You had a reaction to the antigens

in the blood we gave you.

Did you give her
the wrong blood?

No, we cross-matched
her correctly

when we gave her blood
during surgery.

That doesn't make any sense.

Maybe you got it mixed up?

We double-checked every step
of the supply line.

Well, she's gonna be
all right, isn't she?

We're running
some more tests now.

Thank you, Doctor.

Don't look so worried.

Booth, I...

Okay, okay, I'm gonna get
some coffee.

I'll be back.

Are you okay?

Booth, I...

What is it?

I don't understand it.

For some reason,

I feel like it's you who keeps
calling me back here.

Calling you back from where?

I went to another place.

My mother is there.

Okay...

Obviously,
I'm hallucinating, so...

Or, or she's helping you.

Look, you came back.
That's the main thing.

You really think that I could
actually be seeing my mother?

Yes, I do.

Bones, you okay?

I just want to sleep
for a little while.

Okay. Just...

So that's an ice bullet?

I've run into a myriad
of problems

using a traditional brass jacket
and gunpowder.

How many is
a "myriad" of problems?

One: the heat generated

by the ignition of the gunpowder
melts the ice bullet

before it can leave
the barrel.

Two: an ice bullet is
only a third as dense as lead.

In order for ice
to penetrate, it has to move

three times faster
than a normal lead bullet.

So a myriad is a lot.
It sounds impossible.

Well, only if you define
"ice bullet" as frozen water

and a "gun" as a gun.

You ready?

The ice bullet shattered

without even piercing the silicone.
Yes, but what if

the shooter were using
a projectile

that was made out of a substance
more dense than ice?

Then the substance would leave
traces in the body.

What if it were made of blood?

A blood bullet?

Centrifuged
red blood cells.

That would explain Dr. Brennan's
incompatibility reaction.

Yeah. That's what
gave me the idea.

See, her body reacted
to the blood in the bullet.

Well, how did you get
the blood cells

cold enough to remain stable?

I froze them in liquid hydrogen.

Ready?

And no exit wound.

So the blood from the bullet
melts and mixes

with the victim's blood.

Nobody ever tests
the blood

on the floor of a crime scene
for DNA or other markers.

They just sweep it away.

You are...!

Mwah! Oh!

You're welcome.

I looked at the guard's
X-rays again.

I was so focused
on the shooting

that I didn't see this.
Right here.

A small cranial fracture
on the right side.

I definitely feel something.

Let me shave
the hair.

This injury's
definitely antemortem.

It looks about five
or six days old.

Around the same time
he struggled with Groot.

And it was infected.
We should find out why.

That injury is deep,

right through the periosteum
to the bone.

Could you collect the pus
and particulates, Dr. Edison?

Oh, yeah, there we go.

Huh.

There are some kind of slivers
in here.

Flecks of something shiny.

Hodgins is gonna have
a field day.

Where's Booth?

He got a call from Cam
about the case.

I'm stable,
so I told him to go.

Well, I talked to the doctor.

He said you should be resting.

I'm just examining
my X-rays, Dad.

Which isn't resting.
Honey,

why don't you relax?
Let Booth and the geeks

at the lab
take care of this.

Look, I brought you ice cream.

Hmm. Mint chocolate.

It was your favorite
when you were a kid.

Mom used to get it
at Parkside Candy.

They would pack it by hand.

Booth said you saw her.

Your mother.

The locus coeruleus
in the midbrain can

release noradrenaline during
highly traumatic events.

It can affect perception.

You were gone
for two minutes.

You went somewhere.

No, Dad.

There's no other place.

Does she ask about me?

Does she say hi?

In my dream... yes.

She misses you.

We were very happy-- all of us,
weren't we?

I miss that so much.

So much.

Hey.

So, the particulate matter

you found in the guard's
skull wound

turned out to be a mixture
of gold paint and wood flakes.

Any idea what that is?

Oh, yeah, of course.

The wood is from an olive tree
grown on Crete.

That's specific.
Oh, it gets better.

The wood is old.

And carbon dating
tells us 12th century.

And the flecks are gold paint.

An artifact of some kind?
Mm-hmm.

This is very close to home,
isn't it?

Very. I checked the
Jeffersonian inventory.

Look at this.

We have a 12th century
Cretan icon

of the Archangel Gabriel

downstairs in storage,
decorated in gold.

It's very rare
and very, very valuable.

Booth should know about this.

Have Antiquities check for any
missing artifacts or forgeries.

Okay.

The guard's cell phone records
show that the last phone call

he placed prior to being shot
was to a burner cell.

Which must have belonged
to the shooter.

Which means the shooter,
the guard, and Groot

were all
in business together.

The shooter takes out Bones

because he thinks that she's
the only one smart enough

to put all the
pieces together.

Which means he had
to know Dr. Brennan.

Well, exactly.

Because he works
at the Jeffersonian.

Excuse me?
The guard,

he turns off
all the security cameras;

he calls the killer
and tells him

that Bones is working on Groot;
she's shot within ten minutes.

So that means the shooter was
definitely at the Jeffersonian.

This is the only
12th century artifact

from Crete at the Jeffersonian.

No one was bashed
with this.

There's no signs
of any splintering or impact.

Because this isn't the one that
Groot used to crack Hal's skull.

If you look closely,

you'll notice
a small paintbrush hair.

I ran this
through the mass spec.

It turns out it's from
a North American squirrel.

Right, I'm guessing there was
no North American squirrels

in 12th century Crete.

Right, this one's a fake.
The real one is missing.

And worth a fortune.

All right, so someone stole it
and replaced it with this one.

Had to be Hal.

This was a deal
gone bad.

Dr. Batuhan is the
only one capable

of restoring an
artifact like that.

Got him?

That's him,

and he's got the real icon.

Are you sure you don't want me
to handle this alone?

What, do you think
I'm too close to this

because he shot Bones?
I can handle it. That's all I'm saying.

I would never jeopardize
a conviction,

especially not
this one, all right?

Dr. Batuhan?

Hey,

Dr. Batuhan,

please step away
from the icon.

Why? What-What's going on?
It's true that

you're the only person
here at the Jeffersonian

who's capable of restoring

such beautiful artifacts
like this one.

This is my speciality, yes.

What... Do you have any idea
how valuable that is?

As a matter
of fact, we do.

Will someone tell me
what this is about?

Sure. We believe you were
involved in stealing this icon.

And you killed Hal Bennett,

and then you shot
Dr. Temperance Brennan

in order to hide the theft.

That's ridiculous.

How can I steal something
which is right here?

The chips
from the guard's wounds match.

This is definitely
the icon used

to hit Hal Bennett.

What, are you trying
to erase the evidence?

We found your
forgery in storage.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Why do you have
a cryogenic dewar, Dr. Batuhan?

These aren't usually used
in restoration, are they?

I know my rights.

I don't have
to say anything else.

Oh, yeah, this would be perfect

for freezing
and storing blood bullets.

You can't go
through my things

without a warrant.
Is that right?

Well, you know what? All this
belongs to the Jeffersonian.

That's just an air brush.
Air brush.

This could be a modified barrel.

Look at that, huh?

Perfect for launching

a frozen projectile, isn't it?

The compressed air would
give you enough velocity

to penetrate skin.

It would fit under a lab coat.

Looks like you're gonna
need a lawyer.

So far our search has turned up

11 fake artifacts
in the storage room

of the Jeffersonian, and
I'm betting there's more.

I didn't hear a question.

One of the originals has already

been traced to a private
collector in Munich.

Again, not a question.
Interesting fact, though, isn't it?

Why isn't there any
attending paperwork for the icon

you were restoring?

Paperwork gets lost
all the time.

Convenient.

This security camera
shows you leaving

the restoration room at 8:33
on the night of the shooting.

Oh, look at that.

What's that under
your coat there?

Looks like nothing to me.

And here you are
returning

at 8:42.

Where were you for
those nine minutes?

I was in the washroom.

How many times did you fly

on Groot's private jets
this year?

My client won't be
answering that question.

Your job is to represent him,
not be his accomplice.

Are you interrogating me now?
Really?

So the guard gets
the artifacts to Groot.

Groot packs them

to avoid customs;
then you fly with Groot

to authenticate them
to the buyers.

You two really don't understand

the concept of a question,
do you?

You know what?
You tried to kill

the woman I love,

the mother of my child.
Big mistake.

Agent Booth.
Let go of him.

We know what you did
in Munich, and we know

what you did
at the lab, pal.

You okay?

Oh, yeah, I'm-I'm fine.

Unless you want me to
file charges, we're done here.

We can hold your client

for 24 hours.

According to my watch, I got 15.

And your lawyer sucks.

You can only hold my client
if you have more questions.

Oh, I have questions.

I have lots of questions.

Bones, what's wrong?

Nothing.
I'm going into surgery.

Those two things are opposite.

You need evidence
to hold Batuhan.

These two things
aren't even connected.

Yes, they are.

The projectile
pierced my abdomen

and struck the eighth
posterior rib.

It left antigens.

So, what, why do you
need surgery?

To retrieve the antigens.
So,

you're saying
that Batuhan's blood is in you?

We're going to do a biopsy

and test it to see.

Then you'll have proof.

It's not dangerous, is it?

It's 100% risk-free.

We're ready,

Dr. Brennan.
All right. Okay.

I'll be fine.

She's under.

♪

Oh.

I'm just going to work.
I'll see you tonight.

Not if I survive the procedure.

This is going to turn out
just like that day.

We're never going
to see each other again.

We will.

Of course we will.

The advice I gave you back then:

Use your head. Be rational.

Don't let your heart lead you.

Use your brain.

That allowed you to survive.

And it held true,

but I have another
piece of advice for you.

It's time for you to find
some of that little girl

that you locked away
so deep inside yourself.

Why?

Because...

it's not
about surviving anymore.

It's about flourishing.

It's about living a full life.

If this was real,

I'd tell you I love you

and miss you.

Tell your father...

Tell Max...

that I always knew

the first gift
he ever gave me was stolen.

♪

Hm.

Whoa. Oh, easy.
No.

'Kay, don't move,
Bones. Easy.

What happened?

Blood matched.

Batuhan was arrested

for murder and attempted murder.

I think I'll go

and, uh, and tell them
that you're okay.

They're all here, you know.

Wait. Dad?

Yeah?

Mom...

Mom knew that the first gift
you ever gave her...

she always knew
that you stole it.

Nobody knew that.

Except me.

Nobody.

Good to see
the old rhino

can still be surprised.

I saw her.

She talked to you?

It's crazy to think
that it's true.

Well, you know what, Bones?

It's okay to be a little crazy.

Right?

I may...
Ow, ow, ow!

Oh, are you okay?
Ow.

Sorry.
I'm joking.

Ha, ha.

Now, let's get
this position right.

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