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Get used to the
magnitude of this place,

what it's taken to
keep this country free.

All societies build
monuments to their dead

to convince future combatants
that it's an honor to die in battle.

Well, for these servicemen,
it was, you know?

And somebody to use this place to
protest the war--it just pisses me off.

These are the lives that
gave them that right.

These men-- they
should be respected.

If they were really respected, maybe
not so many of them would be buried here.

Are we going to get into
something here, Bones?

I don't see why.

I think we both wish this
place were a lot smaller.

Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan,
right this way.

Must have happened in
the middle of the night.

Place is so big,
no one saw the fire.

the accelerant was
charcoal starter.

We didn't find a suicide note.

If he was a protestor,
wouldn't he leave a note?

Didn't need to.

It's on Charlie Kent's grave.

Press was coming out this
morning to do a tribute to him.

It's the one-year
anniversary of his death.

Charlie Kent?

He was in the national guard.

He was about to be drafted by the
NBA when he got shipped out to Iraq.

He gave his life taking out a
group of insurgents to save his unit.

Won the silver star.

It's male, African descent,
approximately 20 to 29 years old.

Too early to determine cause of death.

I'm not a pro, but I'm guessing fire.

The white house and D. O. D.
want an I. D. as soon as possible.

So they can brand him a traitor.

Why do you have to be so cynical?

I'm not cynical. It's a necessary
part of the psychology of warfare--

heroes and villains. Without clear distinctions
like that, we'd never be able to fight.

Yeah, well, I always found being shot at

is a motivating factor.

Bag these fragments of his clothing.

I also want any singed plant life
or debris you find around him.

I'm on it.

What?

That was jamie richards.

We were in the rangers together.

He was hit by a roadside bomb
just outside the green zone.

You know, he left a...a wife and two kids.

The fact that he was near this...

you believe somehow
he's still here watching?

Yeah. You don't. I get that.

I know you think he was
a good man. That's...

that's enough for me.

Zack, I want pictures of all
remaining tissue before he's moved.

ah...I used to love watching
Kent play. He could fly.

He made 46.4% of his three-point
attempts in his last season.

A basketball fan.
I'm surprised, Mr. Addy.

Zack, I'd like you to keep
cleaning the bones.

Did you see the game against North Carolina?
53 points, and he grabbed 18 rebounds.

Zack...

Sorry. Cleaning.

It's difficult knowing Kent
will never play again.

It makes the war so real.

Which is odd, since it was all fiction
that got us there in the first place.

So you don't think we
should stand up to tyrants?

Sure.

I've been waiting for the press
to do that for three years now.

I can't believe you took the bait.

Yeah. Me, neither.

Ugh...press office at defense.

Please I.D. him.
This is the third call in an hour.

Hello.

Yes. It's a pleasure to
hear from you again, sir.

Yes. We're very close.

All right, I fed his
dentals, approximate age,

height, along with a rough sketch I made
from the tissue markers into the D. O. D. database.

Victim had lamb about
an hour before his death.

Of course, it's a little overcooked now.

He toasted himself.
Who cares what he ate?

Just doing our jobs, Booth.

Big boys telling you to
sweep this one under the rug?

Just can the left-wing
conspiracies, Hodgins.

This is probably one of your
nut-ball friends here on the table.

Don't think so.

The fabric found at the scene was cotton
with synthetic polymers;dye: Olive-green.

This dude was wearing
a military uniform.

He's one of yours, not mine.

Okay. His name is Devon Marshall.

He served in the guard with Kent.

What?

He was there in Mosul
the night Kent was killed.

He was protesting?

Marshall could have
had a change of heart.

It's not like support for
the war is increasing.

Yeah, but it also could
have been survivor's guilt.

The guy who saved his life
didn't make it.

You can't imagine what it's
like carrying that around.

I don't think so, Booth.

There's evidence of damage
on the external auditory meatus.

Here and here.

I'm sorry, you know, but I left
my phrasebook at home.

The opening in the skull where the
auditory nerves feed into the brain.

So we're talking ear hole.

Yes.

You know, they simplified these
words for a reason, people.

Something was jabbed into his ear.

Okay, that's clear, but why?

There are scrapings
within the cranium

and marks on the inside
of the parietal and occipital.

Whatever was used was pushed
completely through his skull.

Someone scrambled his brain,
then set the fire,

so there'd be no tissue left to
see what had been done.

Exactly.

Devon Marshall didn't die in
the fire. He was murdered first.

Marshall was against the war.

They knew he'd look like a protester,
so no one would expect murder.

As far as anyone knows,
this is still a suicide.

I want the killer to think that
he got away with it, all right?

He's smart. I want the edge.

Okay, Zack, then magnify
the marks on the cranium.

Call me if you match them
to any kind of weapon.

You know, I'm just going to be
asking his mother a few questions.

You could've just stayed back
there and played with your bones.

I know. Just wanted to keep
you company, that's all.

Company?

Yeah. I'm trying to be more
sociable, you know.

Lousy liar.

I just think inside
you're still military, Booth.

You might be too
close to this one.

I just want to make sure
you stay objective.

I know how to do my job, okay?

I was doing it just fine,
long before I met you.

You're angry.

Well, because I have people all around
me with opinions about the war

who don't know what the
hell they're talking about.

I've been in Sudan, Rwanda. For two
months, I sifted through the wreckage of 9/11,

trying to help the families of the victims.

All I'm saying is that this is
just another case, that's all.

It just...it's another case.

You're not such a great liar, yourself.

I'm your partner.

Let me be your partner.

Did he, uh, have any troubles since he
came back? Any personal problems?

Some days...

...I didn't know him.

He used to be very outgoing, happy.

But since he came back, all he did
was spend time with his little sister.

Take her to school, help
her with her homework.

Said his job now was
keeping me safe.

But most of the time, it was
like I was taking care of him.

It was like he was
scared all the time.

Did he, uh...

did he talk, you know, to anyone
else that he served with?

Just Jimmy. He'd talk to him.

When Jimmy wasn't in
the hospital, the V. A.

When he was over there,

he really believed in
what he was doing.

He wrote us all the time, saying how
good he felt seeing the people free...

voting,

'cause he remembered when
his grandpa was a young man...

...he didn't have the right to vote.

When can I have my son back?
When can I lay him to rest?

Soon, mrs. Marshall.

We just want to make sure
we have all the facts.

I know it's his sister,

but it seems odd for a grown man to
spend so much time with a 13-year-old.

No. You come back from combat,
it's still all over you. You know?

You want to be around something
pure. Something innocent.

Adults-- they want
you to relive it all.

They want war stories,
like they're entertainment.

It makes them feel better.

If they hear you survived,
then maybe war isn't so bad.

John Wayne syndrome.

Don't tell me you're going
to trash the Duke now.

What, are you kidding?
I love the Duke.

Wouldn't have guessed that one, little lady.

Remember Stagecoach?

Listen, cowboy, courage is being scared
to death but saddling up anyway.

What was that, the Duke?
That was horrible.

- That was like Jerry Lewis.
- Was not.

Just a couple of quick
questions, Jimmy.

I-I...I can't...I can't talk
about Devon now, man. I-I...

I-I just can't.

Why can't you leave him alone?
He's got enough troubles.

I understand, okay? It's...

readjusting...takes time.

It's different for every one of us.

It sure as hell was different for Devon.

He's gone, man.

Son of a bitch should have never
checked out on me like that.

That's when Jimmy came back in
here, when he heard about Devon.

He was doing pretty
good before that.

Baby, I can't hold a job yet.

I can't even provide for my family.

Did you and Devon ever argue?

Oh, no, we-we had to stick together.
That's what it was all about.

Devon would call and Jimmy
would take off to meet him.

Middle of dinner, playing with Sarah,
it didn't matter, Jimmy would go.

He needed me, Karen.

Man, you served, you know
what it's like when you get back.

You got no one but the
guys you served with.

You and Devon would visit
Corporal Kent's grave site?

It never should've happened
like that, not to Kent.

We would go and tell him that.
We...we were sorry.

We needed him to know.

I understand.

I don't.

How did it happen, Jimmy?

It doesn't matter, Bones.

But, Booth...

- We'll see you later, okay, Jimmy?
- At home.

He'll be home next time, with me
and the kids. Right, Jimmy?

Jimmy loved that guy;
he didn't kill him.

- Now you're a mind reader.
- Maybe.

You want me to guess your weight?

You do and you could lose a tooth.

Booth, you've got to stay objective.

Jimmy was one of the last
people to see Devon alive.

He admitted they went to the
cemetery. Jimmy could've killed him.

Oh, here we go. I thought
you didn't like speculation.

I don't. That's why I took this.

Cigarette butt, to see if we
can pull any DNA from it.

Match it to anything he left on Devon.

All right, if you got what you need,
why are you giving me such grief?

Because...I thought you could've
been a little tougher in there.

I'm tough.

Most of the time.

Do you always have to
get the last word in?

I like to, yeah.

Booth.

Son of a bitch.

Hank! Hey!

How the hell are you, man?

Oh, great; just got some new wheels.

Ah, sweet ride. Hank Lutrell,
Dr. Temperance Brennan.

Oh, the bone lady.

That's me.

Oh, I heard you two were
working together.

Booth and I were in the
same unit in Kosovo.

Hey, you've got to come over for dinner or
Jennie and the kids'll keep asking about you.

Yeah, I'd love to. I'll call,
we'll make it a date, okay?

Great, I gotta roll. I've got
to be in court at 3:00.

They can't start without the judge.

Hey, uh, call me or I'm
gonna kick your ass.

What happened to him?

He got hurt.

There are signs of additional damage
on C-1 at the base of the skull.

This mark couldn't have come
from the assault inside the cranium.

I just think that you should be aware that
Booth went through something over there.

So I'm not supposed to tell the truth?

Truth? It's opinion, Jack.

It looks like a dimple in
the bone...could be genetic.

There were no WMDs.
That's the truth.

Every major intelligence agency
in the world thought there were.

We should get magnifications of the area to
determine what else could have caused it.

Are you defending
what's going on over there?

No, mistakes were
made...obviously.

Yeah, like establishing
military bases over there

instead of investing a fraction of what this
war costs into alternative energy projects.

Nothing is that simple.

To me, it is-- we're ruled by
the corporate oligarchy. Face it.

There's also some discoloration here.

You should do some scrapings
to see what it might be.

You want to make the
world a better place, Jack?

Try shutting your yap long enough to hear
something other than the sound of your own voice.

- Hey, where are you going?
- The scrapings?

Huh? Oh, yeah.

I thought we were having a good time.

It's a pleasure to finally
meet you, Dr. Brennan.

You've helped us with some casualties
we never thought we'd be able to I.D.

Someday maybe
I won't be needed.

That's what we all hope.

Captain Fuller, give Agent Booth and
Dr. Brennan all the help they need.

Yes, sir. Please.

So this is your third
tour in Iraq, Captain?

Yes, a National Guard unit
can be difficult to lead.

Nothing against the Guard,
but usually they're inexperienced,

shortchanged on equipment.

But Kent's unit, they were
one of the best I ever had.

And Devon Marshall?

Marshall was a good soldier.

But after he came back, he
seemed to turn against the military,

saw us as the problem over there.

You must have known men like that.

Some people just aren't cut out for it.

Like Jimmy Merton.

Jimmy's been having some
troubles, but he still supports us.

Both Marshall and Jimmy seem like

they had trouble getting over
Corporal Kent's death.

Any idea why it was so tough for
them? I mean, tougher than usual?

We were on a patrol in Mosul.

Intel reports indicated there were
insurgents in this neighborhood.

We were canvassing the area.

Private Campbell, she
stayed in the humvee

as the unit headed toward a
small house up the street.

There were five of us.

Kent, Marshall, Merton,
Lefferts and myself.

It was a small house, two rooms.

I looked through a slat and saw
three insurgents in the back room,

one a woman.

The men had AK-47s.

I sent Kent and Lefferts to cover
the back, so no one could run.

I was getting the others into position

when one of the insurgents
must have spotted Kent.

I heard the pop, pop, pop
of the enemy ak-47.

Kent made entry to take them out
before they could get to the rest of us.

Lefferts followed him in while
we were kicking in the front door.

When we got to them,

Kent had already been killed
taking out the insurgents.

A sight like that stays with you.

For two part-timers like that,
I guess it was too much.

But whatever Marshall was trying
to do, desecrating Kent's grave,

Kent saved the unit.

Marshall can't take that away.

Devon Marshall was
murdered, Captain.

God...

any bad blood between
him and Jimmy Merton?

Not that I know of.

We only have the after-action
summary of the incident.

I'd like to have the full
report, Kent's autopsy,

the photographs you took of the scene,

and any other evidence that exists.

You'll have whatever you need.

I thought we were keeping
the murder to ourselves.

He's the company commander,
Bones. He's a decorated officer.

And you think a soldier
wouldn't kill someone?

Oh, suddenly it's your job to
question the motives of

- everyone who serves?
- No, it's my job to solve a murder. Yours, too.

Treat him like you would anyone
else involved in an investigation.

You're not in the military
anymore, Booth.

I will find out who killed Devon Marshall.
That's all you need to know.

How's Booth doing?

He's angry.

I think I said some things.

Sweetie...

he wasn't being objective.
I just had to get him to focus.

You have to think before you speak.

Why?

I can say anything to you
without thinking about it first.

Yeah, men aren't like us.

They're much more fragile and needy.

The fact that they think we're the needy
ones is a testament to our superiority.

Yeah, I guess I forgot.

Dr. Brennan, the military delivered
all the paperwork you requested.

Private Kent's autopsy report
is careless and incomplete.

There was no incision, no x-rays, so

there's no way to confirm the
amount of bullets that he was hit with.

The M.E. marked seven entry points,
but the report says there were only six bullets.

I could've done better with a Crayola.

Medical records are done on
the fly in combat situations.

That doesn't mean
that they're falsified.

Booth, the report is a mess.

Ange, I'd like you to input
these photographs

and enhance them for as
much detail as possible.

I couldn't salvage much
flesh from Marshall's ear

but I'm sending anything
useful up to pathology

to see if they can match anything with the DNA
they pulled from Jimmy Merton's cigarette.

Were you really mad before?

Why, because of your strident,
paranoid ramblings?

I'm guessing mad. Fair enough.

Can I at least give you
some material to read?

You could try.

But you'd walk funny for a week.

I'd better work on these
scrapings for Zack.

This is a murder.

We know Devon would visit Kent's
grave, Jimmy said, to apologize.

He knew something
about Kent, Booth.

Something these reports
will never tell us.

So what do you want to do?

I want to exhume Charles Kent.

Exhume a war hero? Do you
have any idea what you're asking?

It's the only way we'll really
know what happened to him.

- You have the report.
- Which is sloppy and incomplete.

He is supposed to be honored
this week, Bones, not humiliated.

Doesn't Devon Marshall deserve as
much respect and honor as Kent?

I'm sorry, Bones, I can't let you do this.

I'm not asking for your
permission, Booth.

I can get the court order on my own.

I was just kind of
hoping for your support.

Agent Booth, I'm Tina Kent.

Yes, ma'am, I'm very sorry.

You know, this is his silver star...

I know how much you hate this, Booth.

Let's just get it over with, all right?

Okay, I want a full set of x-rays and a
clear picture of all fracture patterns.

And a tox screen and analysis
of any particulates in the wounds.

D.O.D. wants this done fast. They want
this out of the press as soon as possible.

It will take the time
it takes to do properly.

Can you run scenarios on the angles
and the entry order of the shots?

Yeah, I should be able
to give you something.

I know we don't see eye to eye on
a lot of stuff, because, you know,

politically, I think we live in an
Orwellian nightmare, due to...

What...what are you trying to say?

Just...I'm sorry, man. I really am.

Only X-ray with l-1 through 4
and the left scapula.

Ah, he's just a kid.

It's always the young.

Anthropologists have theorized
that wars break out

when there's an increase in the population
of unmarried men under the age of 25

I'm sorry.

I need to create a distance
from the victim. It's how I deal;

I didn't mean...

just...you know what, do what you
have to do. I'm going to go do my thing.

I-I-I should've been with Kent.

M-maybe I could've
shielded him, you know?

But-but the captain, he put
me and Devon on the front door.

By the time we got to
Kent, it-it was too late.

And what did you see
from where you were?

Oh, no, come on, man; I don't
need to go through that again.

Okay, the captain told you.

You read the report.

Come on, Jimmy.

Please. All right? This is
for Kent. And Devon.

It was the first action we saw.

Man, nobody was ready.

We were outside the front door,
sweating in the heat, just waiting.

What was the first thing you heard?

First...was the pop, pop,
pop from the enemy AK47.

Then all hell broke loose.

We broke down the door,
we made entry,

and those people, the Iraqi ones, they were
already dead when we got to the back room...

Kent, too.

Lefferts, standing over him all freaked.

Man, we were all freaked, man.

These were real people, you know?

- Did you see them firing on Kent?
- No.

But like I said, it took time to kick in the
door and push through to the back room.

If I got there faster, I'd...

there was nothing I
could do, you know?

I swear.

The x-rays show that six of the
bullets are still in the remains.

I need to see which entries were fatal.
Anything more on Devon Marshall?

We're still working on the
bone dimple in his neck.

Okay, set up a tray so we can
start extracting the bullets.

Did you find anything in the wounds

that might have changed the
trajectory of the bullets?

Not yet.

Just residual sesquioxide and
silica accumulation,

a little decayed organic matter,
probably food that was on the floor. So...

Thank you.

Look, Angela...

I run on sometimes, I know.

I guess I think if I yell loud enough,
maybe someone will listen.

Hey, you have to be
careful people don't go deaf.

You know, what you
did for Booth before,

showing him you understood?

That was good.

Everyone hears
something like that.

I joined the Guard 'cause they
helped pay for medical school.

All my life, I wanted
to be a doctor.

That's all I ever wanted.

I never thought I'd get sent
overseas, much less Iraq.

Your service record is exemplary.

I survived.

That's my achievement.

Look, I'm sorry to do
this, Ms. Campbell,

I'm just trying to reconstruct
the night of the firefight.

I was parked in the alley.

The captain told me to
stay in the humvee--

women aren't supposed to
engage in direct combat.

He took the unit to the house.

The street was quiet. I was waiting,

then I heard the "pop, pop, pop"of the AK-47.

Then Kent and Lefferts firing.

The captain and the others
breaking down the door.

Then everything stopped...

and went quiet again.

Then the captain came back,
told me Kent had been hit.

He knew I was a med student, so he
sent me in while he radioed for a medevac.

As an intern...

I've seen a lot of horrible things...

but when it's your friend...

someone you serve with...

been in the guard for years-didn't think
I'd ever get called up again. I mean, I'm 45.

Just not enough men for this mess.

Look, Mr. Lefferts, if we could just...

we were 22 hours into a 12-hour detail.

You try that when it's a 110 degrees out.

They called me "Dad" because
I was the old guy.

Kent was the kid.
Captain sent us around back.

I was supposed to look out for him.

It got like I really was
the damn kid's father.

Kent was gung-ho, you know?

Would've fought the whole
damn war himself.

So...he sees something move inside.

Something shines off the light--

A barrel, he says.

Then we hear people moving around,

somebody coming towards us from inside.

Then somebody fires.

What did it sound like--the shots?

It was like a "pop, pop, pop. "

Then Kent rushes in, sees
the first guy, blows him away.

Wasn't supposed to go in by himself,

so I rush in and I take out the
last guy. And then it all stops.

And when it does...

Kent is lying there.

I can't believe it. I'm-I'm-I'm....
staring down at Kent...

and then the others,
they ask, "what happened, Dad?

"Dad, what happened?"

And I'm...and I'm staring down
at Kent like he really is my kid.

I'm a lawyer!

A damn lawyer.

I shouldn't have been there.

None of us should've been there.

Their stories don't line up.

You said the events seem consistent.

Exactly. We've got a group of
traumatized soldiers

who all managed to say the same
words to describe the first shots:

"Pop, pop, pop." It was rehearsed.

- They're hiding something.
- That makes sense.

Something Devon knew about.

Yeah, and someone else
didn't want to get out.

That's all of them.

The way the blood pooled
around the bullets,

these three were the ones that killed him.

But these rounds
aren't from an AK-47.

These are.

Well, they didn't kill him; circulation had
stopped by the time these bullets hit.

Right, the ones that killed
him were from an M-14...14.

Those.... are from our weapons.

Friendly fire.

Oh, God.

Booth...

You know what? Let's just find
out who did this, all right?

Not all personnel in a unit
carry the same weapons.

We have to find out who
was issued the M-14.

Lefferts was the only
one issued an M-14.

So Kent runs into the house firing,
the insurgents fire back.

Lefferts follows Kent in, Lefferts
is shooting and he kills Kent.

And Devon wanted to tell the
truth, but Lefferts, you know,

he's got a successful legal
practice, too much to lose.

Lefferts kills Devon.

"I shot Kent that night.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to,
but I can't live with it anymore. "

His assistant says he was out of
town the night that Devon Marshall died.

He couldn't have killed him.

The murderer is still out there, Booth.

Devon Marshall was too badly burned.

Hodgins couldn't get enough usable tissue
to match the DNA from Jimmy Merton's cigarette.

So the one person who
had a motive killed himself,

but he couldn't have killed Marshall.

The M. E. Confirm suicide?

Yeah. Plus, no one
was in or out of the office.

He definitely killed himself.

But we still have no idea
who killed Devon Marshall.

Agent Booth?

Mr. Kent.

This is Dr. Brennan.

I know.

I'm sorry I exhumed your
son, sir, but we needed...

No, please, thank you.

It's important for us to find out how he died.

You want to sit?

No.

I-I just wanted to ask...

there are so many conflicting stories.
Now the captain says he can't talk to us.

I just wanted to ask you to find the truth.

My wife and I can't live not
knowing what happened to Charlie.

We need the truth.

Of course.

I can't talk to the family.
There's an ongoing investigation.

That's convenient.

Bones. --What?

And you had no idea this
was a friendly fire incident?

If I had, don't you think
I would have reported it?

There are so many inconsistencies in
the report, captain, it just seems like...

You're good at your job, Dr. Brennan,

but you don't know the
first thing about combat.

We were taking fire, one of my men
was killed, the area wasn't secured.

Do you think I'm counting
bullets and drawing pictures?

You've been through it.

Does it ever go the way you want it to?

Is it ever the way
it should be in combat?

We have to ask these questions,
it's a murder investigation.

- You understand that?
- And I'll cooperate any way I can.

I don't want any more of my men to die,
either. Now, if there's nothing else?

Got something.

A splinter pattern.

Particles of wood were blown back into
one of the exit wounds from the AK-47s.

The missing bullet.

But he wasn't leaning
against wood when he was shot.

He was in the middle of the room.

No, he was on the floor.

Someone stood over him

and squeezed off some rounds
from an AK-47 after he was already dead.

The missing round passed through
him and into the wood floor.

Yeah, but all the insurgents
had already been killed.

And they were the only ones with the AK-47s.

I hate to say "conspiracy,"
but, my peeps,

we've got a conspiracy.

Someone wanted to cover
up the friendly fire incident

by making it look like he was
killed by the insurgents.

Angela, enhance all the pictures
of the aftermath so we can see

body positions, bullet
holes, damage to the house.

I want to reconstruct what
happened that night.

Look at the two of us.

You with a badge, me in the
courtroom. Both trying to find justice.

That's why we fought, right?

That's what they told us.

What, you don't believe it?

Sure I do.

You don't look like you do.

You're not gambling again, are you?

No, man. No, I've been good.

You know, I've been
going to my meetings.

Haven't even played a game of monopoly.

Hey, listen, Hank, um, I got this case.

Charles Kent.

Uh...it was friendly fire.

Oh, god.

Yeah. Covered up.

Two other members of the
squad are dead. One murdered.

You know, whatever went down
must have been pretty ugly.

Hey...

you know, Hank,

you know what, uh,
you know what-what we did?

Don't go there, Booth.

Was it worth it?
I mean, look at you.

You saved my life.
I got a great family because of you.

Yeah, but, I mean,
why was it always secret?

We were given a choice.

They always gave us a choice.

Yeah, but that last time...

well...you knew what was at stake.

Yeah, yeah.

You never talked
to anybody about it?

You've got to.

How about your
girlfriend, that doctor?

No. You know, she's...you know,
she's just my partner.

You know, look, I...I got work.
I should go.

Sure.

Uh, we're on for
Sunday dinner, right?

Yeah. Okay. Sunday.

I want to see all the walls.

Can you scan them for bullet holes?

Okay, single out the ones
that came from lefferts' weapon.

This is hard for Booth. He's idealistic.

Oh. It's nice to know somebody that
wants to keep honor and responsibility alive.

I feel like Booth thinks
I'm taking that away from him.

Okay, it says,
Insurgent A opened fire

when he saw Kent, and Kent
took him out. Let's see A again.

You're just doing your job. He knows that.

I guess. Magnify his hands.

What are you looking for?

Well, his hands are splayed like he was
shielding himself from the rounds coming at him.

Cadaveric spasm. The muscles
became rigid when he died.

He might not have been
holding that weapon.

What do you mean?

Show me Insurgent B.

I tell Booth we're on the same side.

I'm not the one who's
disillusioning him. It's my findings.

But when I look at him, I...

...I don't know what else I can do.

I do.

Ange...

as a friend, brennan.

Yeah, that whole friends
with benefits thing--that's...

that's not happening.

I'm not talking about that.

I'm-I'm talking about
being there for him,

knowing when a-a
simple touch is enough.

Maybe I could write him a note.
I can be very articulate on paper.

Zoom in.

Okay, magnify the blood smear.

Well, you can see by the
smear he was moved, turned,

that gun placed next to him.

Okay, show me C.

Okay, this is the third
Insurgent woman, about 40,

holding the unexploded grenade in her hand.

Magnify her torso.

Wait. She's lying on a dinner plate.

The serving spoon is next to her. She'd been holding it when she was shot.

And a grenade?!

Found anything yet?

Yeah.

None of these people were
armed when Kent went in there.

All of the weapons were
planted on them after they died.

Fuller's unit killed an unarmed family.

Kent shot unarmed people?

- They look like a family.
- About to sit down to dinner.

Were there any other
questionable operations with this unit?

None. They served another
six months without incident.

How could something like
this have happened?

Woman could've heard him. She
was on her way to the back door.

Kent probably thought
the spoon was a weapon.

A spoon?!

It's dark. It happens.

He's inexperienced, he's
scared out of his mind.

You only have an instant to make a choice.

Kent probably thought he was being
attacked, so he burst through the door.

From the spray pattern, he
was shooting as he entered.

He must've killed the woman first, the
others as they rushed to the woman to help.

He probably thought they were attacking,
too. Lefferts hears all the firing,

he goes in. Kent turns, weapon still
pointed, Lefferts shoots, killing Kent.

It all happens in seconds.

But if Kent turned to face him...

It doesn't matter.
I mean, after all the shooting,

all Lefferts sees is a weapon
pointed right at him.

He just reacted.

God. --Yeah.

So this was more than
a friendly fire incident.

Hell of a lot more.

You son of a bitch!
You covered up the whole thing.

Stand down, Agent Booth.

They were innocents.

I don't know what you've heard,
but my report clearly states...

we've taken your report apart.

We have the facts, captain. Your
squad blew away a family of innocents!

Kent! Kent did!

A kid so green he never should've
been there in the first place.

Do you know what that town was like?

Our guys were getting
blown up by IEDs every day

while we were trying to
build hospitals and schools.

A mistake was made.

No one likes it.

But you know it happens.

If it got out what we did,

that neighborhood, the whole
damn city, would've exploded.

What would you have done?

Would you have let the city burn?

This can't come out, Agent Booth.

Don't make this any harder,
with an ugly story like this.

I don't know what you're
fighting for, Fuller,

but it sure as hell wasn't my country.

We'll start with obstruction of justice.

- You have no jurisdiction on this base.
- But we do, captain.

And we're cooperating
fully with Agent Booth.

You will not disgrace us, captain.
You will be held accountable.

Devon Marshall's killer is still out there.

Fuller placed some
confiscated weapons on the Iraqis,

pressured the others to be quiet,
but he still has an alibi

for the night of Marshall's murder.

Zack found some
discoloration on Devon's vertebra.

It was caused by residue left from pethidine,
an opiate affectionately known as demerol.

Someone jabbed a syringe into his neck,
creating the indentation in the bone.

He would have been
unconscious in seconds.

That's why the
instrument could have been

placed into his ear without a struggle.

It was a nine-inch surgical curette like this.

So we're looking for someone with access
to surgical tools and prescription drugs.

Someone the army sent to medical school.

All done.

He was going to tell.

I...

it's like the war was still going on.
I was just trying to survive.

Forward, march!

My boy was just trying
to do the right thing.

Thank you for letting people see that.

You can be proud of him.

I would never have expected to see that.

Well, people always surprise you.

That hasn't always been my experience.

I've done some things.

I know.

No, no, you don't.

But it's okay.

Well, not...nots a secret.

It's not.

I have to be, uh...honest...about myself.

I-I-I have to be able tell someone.

You will in time, Booth.

You will.

I was sent to Kosovo.

There was this
Serb General--Radik--

who led a unit...who would go into
villages and, you know, destroy them.

Women, children, all...

all killed because he wanted to
ethnically purify his country.

He'd done this twice before.
I mean, we had facts. Proof.

232 people...just erased.

I was the...sniper...

sent in to stop him.

He was set to leave
in a couple of hours.

It was his son's...son's birthday.

A little boy,

maybe about six or seven.

I can still hear the music from the
party, you know, that song is just...

just playing in my head. Nobody
knew where the shot came from,

but, you know, they knew why it came.

They said I saved over a
hundred people...but,

you know, that little boy,

who didn't know who his father was,
who just...who just loved him--

he saw him die...fall to the ground...

right in front of him.

That little boy, all covered
with his daddy's blood.

Just changed forever.

It's never just, it's never just the one
person who dies, Bones--never, never.

we all die a little bit, Bones.

With each shot, we all die a little bit.