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BRENNAN:
Previously, on Bones...

All right, listen,
I gotta go.

See you later, alligators.

All right.

Bye-bye.

SAROYAN:
Got a body torched in a van.

AUBREY:
Looks like a SHIELD .40.

Professional weapon.

It's his gun.

Whose gun?
Booth's.

CAROLINE:
Agent Miller,

from Internal Investigations.

They sicced her on Booth.

It's Booth's wedding ring.

Oh, God. Is that what
I think it is?
It is.

CAROLINE:
She's been holding back on us.

Miller's partner up and vanished
four days ago.

So why didn't Miller
say anything?

It's not Booth! I have proof.

AUBREY:
Booth has a brother.

I am now certain
that our victim is Jared Booth.

There's a bond between brothers.

What if Booth's brother
needed him?

BRENNAN:
Booth is still out there.

Alex, let's
hurry it up.

Get started
with the gas.

Pete, hand me an incendiary.

I don't want to leave anything

that can trace back to us.

Seeley, get back in the car.

You're in no condition
to be out here.

That's Jared in there.
That's my brother.

You're not the only one
who's hurting here.

Jared was one of us.

We served together.

But the plan stays.

We torch everything.

And if you have a problem
with that,

then you can get in the van

and curl up next to him.

You're right.

Everything's gotta go.

But you're not the one
who's going to do it.

(grunts in pain)

(shuddering)

(panting)

(grunts)

20 bucks says
he doesn't make it.

Twenty?

Man, all I got is hundreds.

(both laugh, phone beeps)

Shut up, both of you.

Is that him?

Yeah, it's on.

Trade's happening
today.
Hell yes!

This two million?
This two million is nothing

compared to what's coming
when we get that list.

(groans)

How long?

Five hours.

You gonna hold out that long?

(exhales)

(panting)

This the thug
that shot Booth?

No. According to Angela's
crime scene reconstruction,

this is most
likely the...

the guy who killed Jared.

Okay.

Here's another bullet
for you to analyze.

It looks like a .308,
same as what

we pulled out of Masbourian.
Cam,

I just want to say...

I'm sorry about Jared.

I know when you and Booth
used to date,

he was a big part of your life.

Yeah.

He was like a kid brother.

I mean, the one
that always got into trouble.

But he was family.

(exhales)

Hey. You guys find anything
that can lead us to Booth?

No. Nothing.
I mean, the...

the rounds that Jared
and his crew fired,

they were all standard issue, so
there's no way to trace these.

I hate this.

Booth's blood was all
over that crime scene.

If he doesn't get
medical attention, then...
I know.

Hodgins, go get Dr. Brennan
and Arastoo.

Maybe they'll...
be able to find something

when they look
at the osteological evidence.

Brennan's not here. Aubrey
called her to the FBI.

Apparently Agent Miller
hasn't been telling us

everything
she knows.

BRENNAN:
Why aren't you

telling us the truth?

If your partner is missing, he
may be held captive with Booth.

I am offering
to help you find him.

Unless you already know
that your partner is dead.

Or he's the one
doing the capturing.

Either way,
if you don't start talking,

I'm charging you
with obstruction of justice

and you can kiss this case
good-bye.

All right, you want the truth?

Four days ago, just before
Richard went missing,

he downloaded
and printed out a list.

Why do I get the feeling
you're not talking groceries?

Undercover agents.

Anyone from the Bureau embedded
in criminal

or terrorist organizations.

Your partner is a traitor,

willing to let
good agents die for money.

But rather than share that

with us, you accuse
my husband

of murdering his own brother.

Your husband went missing

two days after Richard.

You can't tell me
that that's a coincidence.

I'm gonna need an address
for your partner's house.

I'll take Dr. Brennan and see
if we can find any evidence

that points
to where he slithered off to.

No. Richard's disappearance
is not your case.

You just made it my case.
As you said,

it can't be a coincidence
when two agents go missing.

My team has already searched
his apartment.

Your team
is not the Jeffersonian.

The Jeffersonian
is not the only lab in town.

It's not even the best.

It hasn't been since you quit.

Then you should
consider me back.

Nice place. He live here alone?

No. Richard was
recently engaged.

His fiancée moved in
here about a month ago.

Did you know her?

Just a little.

Her name's Chloe Robertson.
She's a lawyer.

Richard met her
less than six months ago.

Okay. I'm gonna need
to talk to her.

Well, good luck with that.
No one's seen Chloe

since Richard went missing.

Working theory is that
they ran off together.

MILLER: You're
wasting your time.

My team found
no evidence of a struggle.

What about his computer
and his cell phone?
We took them. But so far

we haven't found
anything of interest.
BRENNAN: Well,

we'll need whatever you took
sent to the lab.

Agent Aubrey,

this is not the time or place
for a snack.

No, I'm not hungry.
Okay, that's a lie.

But I always say
if you really want

to understand
a man,

look in his fridge.
So, we got some wine,

we got some cheese. Ugh!

No beer,
no cold cuts.

Looks like a traitor's fridge
if I ever saw one.

BRENNAN:
There's blood.

Almost imperceptible but...

What are you doing?
I thought you said

this wasn't the time or place
for a snack.

I don't think
this is meant to be consumed.

SAROYAN:
This finger's pale and moist,

with discoloration
at the point of severing.

The discoloration is

simply frozen blood.
It's not probative.

SAROYAN:
There's also some skin slippage.

Best guess is it's been on ice
for about a week.

Now I must insist that you let
me examine the evidence.

Just a second.
I still need to run a print.

And I think there's a way to use
this slippage in our favor.

VAZIRI:
Dr. Brennan, I know

it's hard to be patient,
but I hope you can see

everybody's doing
their best.

That's the problem, Dr. Vaziri.

Some people's best
is better than others'.

I'm sorry.

I thought we had moved past
my previous error

in misidentifying
Booth's remains.

We had, but apparently
that's not the only error

this lab has made.

I've been told
that in my absence

the Jeffersonian is
no longer considered

this country's
foremost forensic laboratory.

Dr. Brennan, I appreciate
how worried you are about Booth,

but right now is not the time

for whatever criticisms
you may have.

Here-- you can conduct

your analysis
while I run

a print.

VAZIRI:
Look at the striae--
this finger wasn't

cut by a knife.
You are correct-- the striae

are bidirectional,
which means it was cut

simultaneously from an upward
and downward direction.

Like cigar cutters?

More like scissors.
The two sides meet

at a hinge in the bone.
I'll have

Dr. Hodgins
swab for trace.

(trilling)

SAROYAN: And I'll let
Aubrey know that we've got

an I.D. Chloe Robertson.

Agent Bannerman's fiancée.

MILLER:
You sure it's Chloe?

Are you still doubting
the Jeffersonian,

even after your lab
somehow missed a severed finger

next to a box of Meat Pockets?

AUBREY:
Okay, Caroline.

Just relax, okay?

Agent Miller's
just now realizing

that every assumption
she's made has been wrong.

So you think Chloe
was being held for ransom.

I think it's the only scenario
that makes sense.

The finger was probably sent
as a threat or proof of life.

So she was kidnapped,
which would force Richard

to download that list.

So it looks like your partner
isn't so bad after all.

Just a guy who wanted
to help out someone he loved.

Sounds a lot like Booth.
That's what

doesn't make sense.
What does the list

have to do with Booth?
My bet

is that it has to do
with the $2 million

that Jared helped to steal.

Jared got in over his head
with the crew

that wanted to buy the list.

Then Booth insinuates himself
to make sure

the wrong people don't get
their grubby little hands on it.

Booth isn't gonna give up
till he gets ahold of that list.
No, he isn't.

Which means he's either
gonna get it and be a hero

or the poor boy's
gonna die trying.

(panting, groaning)

(grunting)
PETE:
Hey, look at this.

It's the walking dead.

KEVIN:
Seeley, what are you doing?

You know I can't let you leave.

I'm not going anywhere.
I'm just...

I'm still hemorrhaging here.

KEVIN: I don't have
any more gauze.

We can't risk
going out for more.

What's this?

Nothing. Just some
photography equipment.

The old man
who used to own this place

used the bathroom
as a dark room.

Seeley, see this?
It's the light.

Go to the light.

(panting)

This is it.

Dude, what the hell
are you doing, man?

I got to cauterize it.

I got to cauterize it.

(grunts)
ALEX:
What is that?

Silver nitrate.

It's gonna heat the wound,
forcing the blood to coagulate.

(panting)

(grunts)

(panting)

(hissing, muffled yell)

God! Aah!

(grunting)

(grunting continues)

(Booth yelling)

HODGINS:
Looks like
some trace transferred off

whatever was used
to sever the finger.

I'm gonna run it
through the mass spec.

Let's hope you find something.

I think if Dr. Brennan had her
way, she'd fire both me and Cam.

She's not gonna fire anyone.

I wouldn't be so sure.

She heard the Jeffersonian took
a hit since she's been gone.

Oh. Those rankings are
completely arbitrary.

They have as much to do with
funding and papers as they do

actual forensic work.
HODGINS:
To be fair,

there've been more
unsolved cases

ever since Dr. Brennan left.

That wasn't helpful, was it?

MONTENEGRO:
You can't blame yourself,

especially if Brennan
doesn't even blame you.

Okay, at the
end of the day,

Brennan knows she's
the one who quit,

so whatever cases went
unsolved are on her conscience.

They're not on ours.
(beeping)

Okay, talk to me,
my elemental friends.

Who is here? Carbon,
manganese, phosphorous, sulfur.

Yeah, you put those together,
that makes steel.

HODGINS:
Yes, unfortunately,

though, that is just
the appetizer.

We've also got lead,

arsenic, zinc, potassium,

and some kind
of low-density polyethylene.

Polyethylene and the steel.

They go together
in making chain link fence.

VAZIRI:
That makes sense.

Chloe Robertson's

finger was cut

using a hinged tool,
so, wire cutters would fit.

So, wait--
before cutting off the finger,

whoever was behind this
used wire cutters

on a fence in what sounds like
a horribly noxious environment.

Angie, you're a genius.

So, I almost demonstrated
against this place.

It's in Loudoun County.

There's this battery
recycling facility

that was closed down recently
because of all the arsenic,

lead and sulfur
that it was emitting.

An abandoned factory
in a rural location

is a perfect place
to hold someone hostage.

Yeah, and if Booth's been taken,
that could be where he is.

I'll call Aubrey.

(engine revving)

(crow cawing)

Hey, Aubrey...

...this looks like it was cut
with wire cutters.

Yeah, I'd say this is
definitely the place.

You seeing anything?

Yeah.

40-caliber round.

Look at this.

Blood spatter from a gunshot.

MILLER:
Blood's already dry.

Which means
we're too late.

(bird squawking)

A scavenger.

(bird squawking)

(squawking)

MILLER:
Oh, my God.

It's two bodies.

They've been covered
in battery acid.

(birds squawking)

(bird squawks)

VAZIRI: Dr. Brennan,
look at the left scapula.

There's no remodeling.

Which means
this victim is not Booth.

What about
this one?
No.

Based on the circular pelvic
inlet, the other set is female.

The female victim
is also missing

her right, fifth phalanx.

So then, this is
Agent Bannerman's fiancée.

It would appear so.

Still, we should do a facial
reconstruction for confirmation.

It's rare that we get vultures
around here.

What I can't believe is, a
vulture would have gnawed

on these bodies even after they
were dosed in sulfuric acid.

HODGINS:
Trust me,
a vulture's stomach acid

is around a one
on the pH scale.

To them, battery acid
is like a nice salsa.

Well, cause of death appears
to be a gunshot to the chest.

Uh, the good news is, the acid

didn't compromise
the internal organs.

Bad news is, I don't see

how either one of these
bodies leads us to Booth.

Yeah, I hate to say it,
but Arastoo's right.

I mean, these bodies were killed

at a recycling plant
in Loudoun County.

Booth was shot during
a heist in McLean, Virginia.

There's no point
of intersection.

You are correct.

Still, I believe if we press on,

we will find
the answers we need.

So you're saying you have faith?

I'm saying...

I can't imagine a world
where Booth doesn't come home.

Excuse me.
I don't mean to interrupt.

I'm looking
for Angela Montenegro?

Yeah. I'm her husband.
Who are you?

Well, whoever you are,
this is not a good time

for a massage or a
strip tease or whatever

societal function
you may perform.

I'm Dr. Benjamin Metzger.

Uh, Agent Miller sent me.
I'm a digital forensic

scientist with the Bureau.

If it helps,
I usually wear my glasses.

Oh, and I have carpal tunnel.

And two cats at home
named Stephen and Hawking.

Thank you for
your help.
Oh.

I seem to be all
butterfingers today.

No. No. No problem.
I'm happy to help.

So, Doctor Metzger, is it?

Yes, I got my doctorate in
computer science at Stanford.

I also ran on
the track team.

Long distance. Kind of
an endurance guy.

Of course you are.

(computer trilling)
Huh.

Looks like you were right--
Agent Bannerman's hard drive

is completely empty.
METZGER:
His cell phone, too.

I've run recovery software,
but they're both wiped clean.

Is he serving a
purpose by being here?

Yes. I'm, you know,
swabbing the victim's cell.

Oh, it's okay. I see
what's happening.

How long have you
two been married?

Six years,
thank you very much. Why?

Ah, I got it. You're worried
about the seven year itch.

No. Trust me, there is no itch.

Dr. Hodgins, I assure you,
I am only here to help.

Hey. Dr. Brennan got an I.D.

on the second body
from dental records.

It's Agent Bannerman.

Oh, God.

(crying softly)

I'm sorry. It's this job.
It, um...

It gets to you
sometimes. (sniffles)

It's okay, man. We understand.

Did you know him well?

Yeah, we worked together a lot.

Okay, well, let's focus

on finding the person
responsible for all this.

Hodgins, you're with me.

I need to...

Uh, now.

(clears throat)
Okay.

AUBREY:
Why don't you show me
what you're working on?

Okay, um...

using street cameras,

Dr. Metzger was tracking
Richard's movements

the week before
he went missing.

He go any place
out of the ordinary?

Well, nothing that surveillance
picked up, but look at this.

The same blue van shows up
in each one of these feeds.

And it's not a coincidence.

Each of these feeds was taken

at a different time
on a different day.

So, your partner
was being followed.

Did you run the plates?
No, it's a dead end.

The plates are registered
to the owner

of a silver compact
here in DC.

Which means that the plates
are stolen, but my guess is

so was the van.
Whoever this is--

that's who we need to find.

That was quick.

You and Dr. B are done
with Agent Bannerman's remains?

Not yet, but we did find
antemortem greenstick fractures

on the left fifth
and six ribs.

Also bone bruising
to the phalanges

and metacarpals
of the right hand.

Oh, it sounds like
he got into a fight.

How extensive was
the remodeling?

Barely any at all.

The fight probably took
place about a week ago.

What about cause of death?

We're still looking
for the precise cause,

but the skull was
heavily damaged.

Dr. Brennan requested that I
give her some time to herself.

How you coming along?

Honestly,
it's not looking good.

The only thing we found
in Chloe Robertson's stomach

is Doxepin.

I read the
medical records.

There was no mention
of antidepressants.

That's because she was drugged.

Someone slipped it
into something that she ate.

I gotta figure out
what it was.

Arastoo, I'm sorry
about Dr. Brennan.

I mean, this case...
I understand.

And I hope you know that if
she trusted any other intern

more than you, she would have
already called them.

Thank you.

Still, I think it's time I start
looking elsewhere for a job.

What?!

No, you're-you're my choice as
Head of Forensic Anthropology.

If you really thought
I was right for the job,

you would have submitted
my candidacy months ago.

Arastoo, please, I can't...
I know if

you keep searching, you'll find
the person you're looking for.

It's okay.

(groaning)

You look like hell.

Look, I'm gonna be okay.

I know.

Before, you looked like death.
Hell is an improvement.

Thanks.

You know, that was some real
brass balls stuff

you did back there
healing yourself up.

You sure you weren't Navy?

No.

All right, just a couple
more hours before the trade.

Yeah, I'll be ready.

Jared was a good soldier.

And he didn't...

he didn't deserve
to die like that.

(phone ringing)

Everything okay?

Uh, yeah.

It's all good.

Nothing to worry about.

You wanted to see me?

I found a
fragment of metal

I want you to give to
Dr. Hodgins for analysis.

It was
lodged within

a comminuted fracture
on the left zygomatic.

Is there anything else
I can help with?

Have you found cause of death?

The victim suffered an anterior
penetrating wound to the left

tenth rib, but the
wound was not fatal.

So he was shot
in the inferior thorax.

An injury very similar
to the one Booth sustained.

I keep picturing
how this man died

and then
projecting

the same scenario
with Booth as the victim.

That's not gonna happen.

We're gonna find Booth.
He's gonna be fine.

Agent Bannerman
was just like Booth.

He was an FBI agent.
He was well-trained.

Look at the damage
to the zygomatic.

The killer struck him
numerous times,

many more than would be
necessary in order to...

incapacitate or even to kill.

(phone ringing)
Oh.

It's Christine.

Um, my dad is
watching her,

but she's getting increasingly
worried about Booth.

I'll give you
your privacy.
Oh.

Unless you would
like me to stay.
Mmm.

Hi, sweetie.
How are you?

I'm fine.

I'm just at work.

Your dad...
(sighs)

he's not here, but
I'm working hard

to bring him
home to you

as soon as possible.

MONTENEGRO:
Well, at first,

we thought Agent Bannerman's
cell phone was wiped clean,

same as his computer.
But what
actually happened

was the cell's memory
was attacked by a virus

probably sent over an e-mail.

Were you able
to recover the memory?

Not everything.
But so far

Dr. Metzger has been able
to retrieve a handful of photo

and video files.
METZGER: Which might be
all you need.

Did Agent Miller mention
the surveillance footage

of the blue van
following Agent Bannerman?

She did,
but the plates were stolen,

so there was no way
to identify the driver.

Well, there is now.
This was taken

a week
ago.

SAROYAN:
Arastoo said the victim got
into a fight a week ago.

Yeah. Now you have
a front row seat.

His name's Nathan Barlow.
He's a member of the Brand,

also known
as the Aryan Brotherhood.

Yeah, I'm all too familiar
with that organization.

Hey! Hey, you!

What are you doing back there?

You making a video?

Here, I'll give you
something worth filming.

SAROYAN: Wow.

Good work.
Have you contacted Aubrey?

And Agent Miller. They're
bringing Barlow in as we speak.

BARLOW:
No. No way.

I'm not saying a word. Not until
she gets the hell out of here.

Now, Nathan, what on earth could
an Aryan Brother like yourself

have against me?

She's not the one
you should be worried about.

Agent Miller here's
Richard Bannerman's partner.

You remember him, don't you?

He's the one
that you chased

all over town, the one

that you beat the crap out of.

The one that you murdered.

Him and his fiancée.

What the hell
are you talking about?

I didn't kill Richard.

I was his informant.

No. He wasn't his C.I.

Richard would have told me.
I'm not

buying it either.
Typically speaking,

C.I.s don't give a beat-down
to their handler.

Look, I just gave him a few jabs

to make it look good
for the others,

so they didn't think
I was a rat.

Trust me,
he gave as good as he got.

When was the
last time

you saw him?
A week ago.

Gave him a tip on some product
being moved over in Greenbelt.

I don't believe you.
You're lying.

I'm not lying, gorgeous.

Maybe you just didn't know
your partner

as well as you thought you did.

HODGINS:
Cam, so,

I finished my analysis of Chloe
Robertson's stomach contents.

Did you figure out how the
Doxepin was administered?

Well, in her stomach,
I found

cow's milk, penicillium,

grape extract,
ethanol,

carbon dioxide--
or as most people call it,

wine and cheese.

Seems like a pretty intimate way
to knock somebody out.

Even more than you think.
So, in Bannerman's apartment,

Aubrey found in the fridge
a half-drunk bottle

of chardonnay
and an English Stilton.

Which implies that Chloe dined
with her killer

at the apartment
she shared with Bannerman.

She knew her killer.

Hey. So, I accessed the cloud

on Agent Bannerman's
personal cell phone,

and I found some photos
that had been deleted.

Show me what
you got,

and I'll send it over
to the FBI.

Uh, I think Aubrey
should see this in person.

Thanks for the intel.

Nathan Barlow
was telling the truth.

Bannerman
was using him

as a C.I.

Great. So now a Nazi like Barlow

is one of the good guys.

I've got something
you need to see.

CAROLINE: I'll go get
Agent Miller.

The woman wants to be in
on everything.

Not this. These are photos
Angela was able to retrieve

from Agent Bannerman's
cloud account.

Looks to me

like Agent Miller wasn't
just Bannerman's partner.

When were these taken?
Six months ago.

Bannerman deleted them
after he met Chloe Robertson.

I take it Agent Miller
didn't tell you

about this relationship?
No, she did not.

She took over this investigation
so it wouldn't lead back to her.

(speaking indistinctly)

MILLER:
This is insane. I'm in charge

of this investigation.

I'm not gonna allow you
to interrogate me.

AUBREY: You're gonna answer
our questions.

Now, we can do
that in here,

or we can go back out
to the bullpen

and put on a show for everyone.

Richard and I
had a relationship.

End of story.
Motive is never the end
of the story.

You're wasting valuable time.

There's someone out there
selling a list

that could have over 100
of our agents killed.

Or that someone
could be in here with us.

I had access to the list.

If I wanted it,
I didn't need Richard.

Oh, I think you did. Because
if you downloaded the list

and went missing,
you'd have every agency

in the country coming after you.

That's why you kidnapped
Richard's fiancée

and extorted him
into downloading it for you.

Then all you had to do
was put yourself in charge

and you could steer
this investigation any direction

you wanted.
Remind me again,

whose idea was it to go
after that Nazi, Nathan Barlow?

I didn't know Barlow was a C.I.
Richard didn't tell me.

That's because
he didn't trust you.

He knew
that you were up to something.

No, that's 'cause Richard and I
stopped talking. And it's not

what you think,
but I'm not proud of it.
Look, you're about

to be charged with murder.
I highly recommend

you give us more than that.

When Richard left me for Chloe,
I felt betrayed.

We had a fight,
and I made threats.

You threatened Richard?

No.

Chloe.

Agent Miller,
I'm gonna have to ask you

to hand over your weapon.

We need to run it
for ballistics.

Agent Miller's gun
isn't a match.

BRENNAN:
She could have just used another
gun and then destroyed it.

It's what
I would have done.
It's possible.

Aubrey's gonna keep holding
Miller

until they search her apartment.

I should return to my work.

Arastoo is cataloging all

of the blunt force trauma
injuries sustained by

Agent Bannerman.
I'm glad
you're back to trusting Arastoo.

In a few years,

I am sure he will be able to run

a major forensic lab
such as this one.

You just don't think
he's ready today?

The Jeffersonian defines itself

by only hiring
the most experienced,

the... best in their field.

Dr. Hodgins,
Angela, yourself...

Which is why I am requesting
to have my job back.

If Booth dies,

then I think being here
would help.

To have work to focus on,

to... be surrounded by friends.

This situation
has made me realize

it was a mistake to quit.

This is where I belong.

We'll talk about this later.
I've just found

something you need to see.

As you know, the killer struck
the victim numerous times,

which is why it took so long
to reconstruct the skull.

No explanation necessary.

Your reconstruction is flawless.

Thank you. It occurred to me
the sheer number of strikes

tells us the killer must have
felt great rage for the victim.

Or the killer felt a surge
of adrenaline

and was unable to stop.

Such lack of control
is indicative

of lack of experience.

Agent Miller is highly trained.

I'm seeing
multiple depression fractures.

I've counted
16 of them.

The depressions
are cylindrical.

Dr. Hodgins swabbed the injuries
and found traces of steel.

I'm thinking the murder weapon
could be a-a pipe.

It wasn't a pipe. There's
a pattern to these fractures.

Pattern?
It's very slight, but it's as if

these depressions
are evenly spaced

in groups of four.

I think I know what it is.

MONTENEGRO:
So, these four depressions
are equidistant from each other.

BRENNAN:
I'm confident these injuries

were caused
by brass knuckles.

But I thought Hodgins
found traces of steel.

Contrary to their name,
brass knuckles

are most commonly made
from steel.

Oh. Okay.

Whoa. Yeah.

You're right.
They're an exact match.

Do you want me to run
a force profile to see

if Agent Miller could inflict
this level of damage?

Agent Miller would never use
brass knuckles.

When wearing brass knuckles,
you're telegraphing

what hand
you'll be punching with.

When using brass knuckles,
the force transfers directly

to this area of the palm.

Given the number of strikes
I observed,

the killer must have fractured
his capitate or scaphoid.

So we're looking for
a right-handed killer

with a fractured hand

who also knew Agent Bannerman
and Chloe Robertson.

Benjamin Metzger
has a wrist injury.

Oh, my God.

He used me. He...

he had me investigating
Agent Miller

when it was really him.

Come on, man. Talk to us. You've
been pacing around like that

for the last hour.
I'm calling the deal off.

What?
BOOTH: W-Wait a second, Kevin,
you can't do that,

okay? Jared died
so this deal could go down.

Trust me, Seeley. You don't want
this. All right, listen up.

This is what's gonna happen.
We're gonna take the $2 million,

we're gonna split it even,
and then we're gonna get
the hell out of here.

No, no, no.
That wasn't the plan.

You said we could buy the list
for two and sell it for 40.

You said you had
the whole thing worked out.

(grunts)

Hey, don't!

PETE:
Alex, grab the phone.

(grunting)
PETE:
Get the phone.

Grab the phone, Alex.

(grunting)

What the hell?!

Let go of me, Pete.
No.
Let go!

No!
BOOTH:
Take it easy.

Everyone just think about

what we're doing here,
all right?

Kevin here is your CO.
Jared was one of you.

You shut the hell up!

I'm texting him

that the deal's back on.

Apparently, the only thing
keeping that from happening...

is you.
(gunshot)

(grunting)

(grunting continues)

(grunting)

I'll kill you, Booth!

(grunts)

Damn it!

(grunts)

You're a dead man, Booth!

You hear me?
You're dead!

PETE:
Think you can hide?

I'm coming for you, Booth.

(panting)

I don't understand
why we're doing this.

You killed my partner.
I killed no one.

I've been nothing but helpful
to this investigation.

AUBREY: You also killed
Chloe Robertson

and put a lot of good agents'
lives at risk.

All for a two-million-dollar
payoff.

You're questioning
the wrong person.

Listen to me. You've got
one chance to save your life.

You lead us to Booth,

and we won't press
for the death penalty.

Where were you meeting
to sell the list?

I told you, I'm innocent.

This isn't the first time
you've made that mistake, is it?

This isn't working.
I've seen this before.

They're good. They'll find the
right button. Just give it time.

Booth doesn't have time.

Cher, you can't go in there.

(sighs)

(door closes)

METZGER:
My record speaks
for itself.

Dr. Brennan,
what are you doing here?

I can help.
I know how to make him talk.

Do it.
You lied about your hand.

You broke it when you brutally
murdered Richard Bannerman.

This has gone too far.
I have tried to cooperate.

Aah! God!

Tell me where Booth is now.

Stop. Okay.
Okay, okay.

Stop. (groaning)

PETE:
There's no escape!

This door can't
hold out forever.

(panting)

You're a dead man, Booth!

Oh, you're dead!

(grunts)

(grunts)

(panting)

You... son of a bitch.

(panting)

(siren approaching)

(indistinct crowd chatter,
sirens blaring)

Dr. Brennan, you
need to wait here.

No, I'm going inside.

(door squeaks open)

Hold up!

Someone's coming out.

(groaning and panting)

Booth!
Bones.

I'm okay. I know.
It's just a scratch.

Oh.
(panting)

You okay?

Yeah. I'm okay.
I got you. I got you.

I got you. I got you.
Slow is good.

You're gonna be okay.

I got you.

It's been two hours
and ten minutes

since Booth went in
for surgery.

Reminding us every five minutes
isn't gonna help.

(sighs)
I just feel so useless.

Hey, Brennan just called.
Booth's out of surgery,

and he's gonna make it.

HODGINS:
Yes! Okay.
(sighs with relief)

All right, I'm making drinks.
Who wants what?

No, no. You're
coming with me.

We're gonna pick up
Christine and little Hank,

and we're hosting
a sleepover.

Yeah. Yeah, that sounds nice.

The more kids the merrier.

Oh. Be careful what you say.

You might give me ideas.

(Hodgins laughs)

Any chance we could
do this tomorrow?

I'm afraid if we don't do it
now, I won't say what I need to.

Arastoo, look at me.

Please... don't do this.

I love you.

I love you, too.

But I have to move on.

I can't just stay
here as an intern.

If you propose to me right now,
I promise I'll say yes.

Then what?

Would you follow me to Ottawa,

to Cincinnati, to Dubai?

Because those are
the job opportunities

I'll be applying for.

I've never been to Dubai.

(laughs)

It's hot.

And it's not the Jeffersonian.

And I think if you went,

you would resent me for
the rest of our lives.

And I don't want to resent you.

AUBREY:
So...

you think
there'll be any fallout

because Brennan
assaulted our killer?
Sure.

They'll be reducing
his sentence

from 900 years to 600 years.

I can live with that.
(knocking)

Hey.

I'm leaving.

Just wanted to
say thank you.

Oh. Okay.

Wow! Look at that, huh?

It's very nice of you.

Especially since
I accused you of murder.

Well, you did
what you had to do.

You found
Richard's killer.

Can I, uh...

can I pour you a drink?

No. I should get going.

I'll see you around.

"Old Foglesong."

If there's a cheaper whiskey,
I haven't heard of it.

Oh, no.

She, uh... she did her homework.

This happens
to be my favorite.

Smart girl.

She knows who to make nice to.

What? What are you
talking about? I'm nobody.

People are talking, cher.

You just wait.

Well, then, here's to waiting.

(groaning, spitting)

Smooth.

(exhales)

BRENNAN:
Christine and Hank

are with Hodgins
and Angela tonight.

I... I'll bring them by
in the morning if...

if you're up to it.

(medical monitor beeping)
I will. I will be.

(gasps)
Do you want something?

No, I got it.
I got the water.

Oh! Thanks for the pictures
that you brought.

I also brought this one.

I wasn't sure if you
would want it, though.

Take this.
Oh.

(voice breaking):
That was taken
at Jared's ninth birthday.

I'm so sorry, Booth.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I just...
should have told you the truth.

I didn't.

You have no need
to apologize.

You did what you
felt was necessary

in order to try and
save your brother.

You're incredible.

You know that?
You really are incredible.

I want you to know

that I'm going back to my
old job at the Jeffersonian.

I think you should go
back to yours, as well.

Time out.

We can't do that.
You know that?

Listen, we both decided

that we were gonna stop
doing this together, okay?

We quit our jobs. We're done.

If you're done, Booth,

why am I sitting with
you in a hospital room?

You've always done this.

Risked your life for
the sake of others.

The army,

the FBI.
I can change.

I don't want you to.

Booth, you are the bravest,

most selfless man
I have ever met.

And as much as I hate
seeing you here in pain

and suffering,

I also know this is...

who you genuinely are.

Now, this doesn't mean

you are allowed to be
reckless, do you understand?

Me?
You do not

have permission
to die on me, okay?

Oh, God, you really are
incredible.

You already said that.

Well, you know,
I lost a lot

of blood here, Bones--
at least half.

Not half.
Two-fifths at most.

That's a lot.
Can I get the water?

Sure.
That's a lot of blood.

Okay, but it wasn't half.
It was pouring out of me.

What's that mean?

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