All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S02E11 - Judas on a Pole (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[gunshot]

♪ The force of my love
was strong ♪

♪ The sea lion
lay down long ♪

♪ Song in the air,
why should singer care ♪

♪ When singer can be
among song ♪

♪ The force of my love
was strong ♪

♪ The sea lion
lay down long ♪

♪ Song in the air,
why should singer care ♪

♪ When singer can be
among song... ♪

PROFESSOR GRAYSON:
Mr. Addy,

your dissertation
is entitled

"Analysis of Bone Trauma."

When viewed in cross section,
the pressure and force

exerted by the weapon
can be assessed.

Obtaining the cross section will
compromise the original bone.

My technique preserves
bone surface morphology

through the use
of polyvinyl replication.

A transparent
positive is made

by covering
the impression

with an aqueous solution
of synthetic polymer--

BOOTH:
Hey, Bones, come on.

We got a body. Went up
like a Roman candle.

Hey, Zack, how's it going?

So far they don't like me.

-Shocker. Come on, let's go.
-What?

I'm in the middle
of something.

Well, you know, real life
murder and mutilation

versus academic
clap-trap, uh,

no contest, sorry.
No offense.

This committee can carry on
without you, Dr. Brennan.

Zack, just answer
the questions.

BOOTH: Yeah.

Hey. Okay.
Come on.

Next question?

How do you expect anyone
to take you seriously

as a working
Forensic Anthropologist

when you look...
the way you do?

What?

BRENNAN:
Male, middle-aged.

BOOTH: What was that with
Zack back there?

Defending his
dissertation.

Last step before he
gets his doctorate.

I think these are what's
left of his intestines.

Is he going to make it?

No, he's very dead.

-[laughs]
-I mean Zack.

Mmm, 50/50.

-He's a stoolie.
-Zack?

Our victim. You know,
he's a rat. Snitch.

What makes you say that?

His guts got spilled,
all right?

You know,
"Spill your guts"?

Very literal.

Yeah, hang up there
like a scarecrow,

on the rooftop of a hotel
used to house witnesses,

it's a warning.

Well, there's something
jammed down his trachea.

ADDY: I rectified their
erroneous assumptions

concerning polyvinyl
replication.

You corrected them?

Only when they were wrong.

Are the remains
ready for X-ray?

Yes. Maybe
we'll get lucky

and ID the poor
bastard that way.

HODGINS:
Oh, we just got lucky.

"My name is Garrett Delaney."

There's something metallic here.

This is going to turn
out to be some freaky

weird ritualistic
thing, isn't it?

Oh, man, I hope so.

ADDY:
Christopher Columbus.

Where's Dr. Brennan?

Her brother came for a visit.

Dad called you?
You sure it was him?

He said, "You and your sister
are in danger," and he hung up.

I spend half my time with
a sniper-trained FBI agent.

I feel safe.

Tempe, I know someone
is watching me.

What's your evidence?

I can feel it
on the back of my neck.

You spend some time
in jail,

you develop
a sixth sense.

Maybe you should stay with me
for a few days.

No, Tempe, I have work,

and I have--
I have Amy and the girls--

What about your sixth sense?

-Hey.
-What?

You can't not believe in
something one second

and then use it against me
in the next.

It's a long drive.

You could start
fresh tomorrow.

And I've got...

cold beer in the fridge.

Don't drink the Moroccan beer,
it tastes like ear wax.

How you doing, Russ?

Okay, Booth.
You? Good?

-Yeah.
-Good.

I still make him nervous,
don't I? Come on, let's go.

-What--
-Come on.

Why do I always feel
like you're abducting me?

BOOTH: Turns out our corpse
is a former FBI agent,

Garrett Delaney,

who left the FBI about,
uh, 15 years ago.

He's now head
of security

of some big K Street
lobbyist.

So why'd he end up
a human torch?

That's what we're here
to find out.

His place is much
better than yours.

Ten times better.

I told you he left
public service.

He makes, uh...
more money than I.

So that's all
your dad said, huh?

-"You're in danger."
-Yes.

And Russ's
sixth sense agrees.

What are you doing?

I've been practicing
some of the black ops stuff
you taught me.

Yeah, let me show you.

Every FBI agent

in the country is
looking for my father.

Maybe he's trying
to scare us off.

Six months without
a break in the case--

he ain't gonna be nervous.
Now, let me show you.

My dad's a career criminal.
Just because he says

that Russ is in danger
doesn't mean it's the truth.

Let me show you how
it's done, okay?

Oh.

He might have gotten it
right this time.

Russ...

These are all
pictures of Russ.

♪♪

RUSS:
Me at work. Me and Amy.

This is the day
before yesterday.

Dad was right.
Somebody's watching.

No, this is worse than watching.

-What do you mean?
-This is hunting.

-Hunting?
-As in kill.

You see these,

right here,
these are ranges.

He's picking out a spot
from which to shoot at you.

So what do I do now?

The hunter's dead.

The hunt is over, right?

Anyone else know
you're here?

-Only Amy.
-Great.

Call Amy and tell her if
anyone calls looking for you,

she doesn't know
where you're at.

BRENNAN:
You should stay with me

until we find out why Delaney
intended to kill you.

How are you going to do that?

By figuring out who killed him.

MONTENEGRO:
This is the paper that was
pulled from Delaney's throat.

It was dated, signed
and initialed

at the bottom
of both sides of the page.

February 1978.

Looks like a cop's notebook.

That makes sense,
except...

"I will not put an innocent
man in prison

"just because he is
a political threat.

Marvin Beckett hasn't
broken any law."

Whoa, whoa,
Marvin Beckett?

Back in the 60's, Marvin Beckett
was a civil rights activist.

He made his bones protesting
African-American

overrepresentation
in the Vietnam War.

In '78 he was sent
to prison for life.

Why?

He killed an FBI agent
named Gus Harper.

Wait, Augustus Harper?

Yeah. You know the case?

"August Harp."
Look, Augustus Harper.

Oh, wow.

This means Delaney's murder
has something to do

with Marvin Beckett
going to prison.

When you're good,
you're very, very good.

1970's Ohio, there's a
task force made up of FBI,

state police
and local cops.

It goes bad,
starts taking a cut

from the same bank robbers
they're supposed to be catching.

Well, then they conspire
to plant a stack

of stolen money
on Marvin Beckett.

Well, then this young
agent, right, Harper,

okay, he decides
he can't live with that

and-and decides
to blow the whistle.

I-I can read.

The same guy who is gonna
blow the whistle on them

for framing
Marvin Beckett

then gets murdered
by Marvin Beckett?

Come on. Talk about killing
two birds with one stone.

Okay, who else
knows about this?

Us and you,
that's it.

Let's keep it that way.

I've seen this movie.

I get killed
on the way home.

Then don't go home.

You serious?

30 years ago,
I was married to Gus Harper

for exactly eight months.

I'm not sure I can help you.

What about the contents
of the note?

What do you people want?

The truth.

The last time the FBI came
to talk to me,

they told me keep my mouth shut

"or you won't get

your husband's
death benefits."

Your husband was a good man.

And he tried to do
the right thing,

and he ended up dead.

I can't let that stand.

The FBI murdered Gus.

Then they had
a State funeral for him,

complete with the grieving widow
as a centerpiece.

Is this
your husband's handwriting?

Yes.

He was compiling evidence.

And there was more?

There's a diary,

a dozen audio tapes,
field notes...

And where did Gus keep it?

Safety deposit box.

Can you tell us where that, uh,
safety deposit box was?

Ohio First Savings
and Loan in Dayton.

Excuse me. One moment.

My parents robbed
that exact bank

just days after
Gus Harper was killed.

They were looking
for that evidence.

That has to be why
Delaney was stalking Russ.

Go home.

I have a few more questions
for Barbara Harper, okay?

You go home and you

be with your brother,
all right?

Okay.

Okay.

You think it's Delaney?

ADDY: Definitely.
I hope to keep

working here
when I receive my doctorate.

We'd all like that.

What did she mean
when she said,

"How do you expect anyone
to take you seriously?"

It's a comment

on your deportment.

Dr. Brennan

doesn't care about deportment.

That's true,
but if you work here,

you won't be Brennan's
grad student anymore.

You'll be a full-blown
forensic anthropologist.

Cam will be your boss.

In your opinion,
does deportment matter to Cam?

Let's just say that Cam's not
the kind of woman you catch

with crusties in
the corner of her eye.

RUSS: Hayley's six
and Emma's eight.

Tempe?

I'm sorry.

Preoccupied.

Tempe, if I play
my cards right,

these little girls are
gonna be your nieces

in the next couple of months.
The least you can do

is memorize their names.

They're cute.

Hayley has lung trouble.

They're trying to figure it out.

You ever deal with an HMO?

If it's money, Russ,
I can help.

No. Forget it.

If I'm gonna become
these little girls' daddy,

I got to man-up for the job.

[knocking on door]

That's not rational.

I'm a good mechanic.

I'll take care of my own.

Gus Harper's
service history, okay?

Graduated top half
of his class in Quantico.

He was assigned
to the joint

state/federal
Bank Robbery Task Force.

Right there.

The victim.

Back when he was
Special Agent Delaney,

supervising Gus Harper.

-The guy that was hunting me?
-That's right.

Okay, here's a list
of the bank robbers

with their FBI code names.

BRENNAN: Dad's code name
was Columbus.

Yeah. Lewis, Clark,

Magellan, Cook, Columbus...

All named after explorers.

That's Mom and Dad.

Every one of these people
are deceased.

Except for Dad.

Delaney was killed to send
a message to the FBI.

This Columbus
coin was found

in the victim's mouth.

Columbus shot a man
in the head,

hung him from a pole,
gutted him,

and set him on fire.

And Columbus...
is our father.

RUSS:
Dad had it under control.

I mean, for 15 years,
everything was fine

-until...
-Until what?

Dad left you a message.

He said, "Stop looking."
You didn't.

Oh, so this is my fault?

Well, consequences
aren't the same as fault.

[scoffs]

My parole officer
is very philosophical.

Well, all we have

is a voice tape
of Dad saying, "Back off."

And a little silver dolphin

that I found at Mom's grave.

That's as far as
the investigation has gone.

-According to Booth.
-What? Booth and I are partners.

Tempe, he's FBI, you aren't.

You're the daughter
of a career criminal

and the sister of
a loser on parole.

What?

I wouldn't let anyone else
call you a loser, Russ.

What makes you think
you're allowed?

I love you, too.

What you're asking
is the kind of thing

that destroys careers.

From the time I was
a little girl,

I dreamed of putting bad men
in jail. Put that back.

Which is why I became an
Assistant United State Attorney.

Okay, look, you don't
have to help me.

Of course I
have to help you.

Marvin Beckett
is still a hero

to a lot of
African-Americans.

Some of us never believed
he killed this FBI boy.

Now you buy me breakfast,

tell me you found a way
to clear his name,

release him out of wrongful
incarceration after 30 years?

I cannot walk away.
Which you already know.

Look, maybe you should
have some more coffee.

Of course I want more coffee.

We have to come up
with our plan of attack.

Okay, I was thinking
Judge Moran--

We should exhume Gus Harper.

See if your genius
scientist partner

can ascertain whether he died

in the manner
the FBI said he died

-30 years ago.
-Moran's got a long--

-No, we want Kemper.
-Hang 'Em High Kemper?

Hey, I'm ruining my career,
I'm doing it my way.

Understand? Now...

take a donut hole,
I'm offering.

Thanks.

This was lodged

in Garrett Delaney's
sinus cavity.

.22 caliber.

These dimples...

indicate that the bullet
ricocheted around

inside the cranium.

Are you worried
about your doctorate?

No, Dr. Grayson
touched me with open hand

on the shoulder.

You mean, inappropriately?

No, I read a book
on body language.

Apparently, in our culture,
when an older male

lays an open hand
on a younger male,

it conveys approval.

But if he bumps

younger male with
a closed fist,

it conveys doubt.

Dr. Grayson went like this.

Not like this.

Like this.

Not like this.

Dr. Grayson is elderly
and arthritic.

Perhaps he simply
needed help

getting to his feet.
Like this.

SECURITY GUARD:
Dr. Brennan?

Visitors in your office.

Tempe, this is
a friend of Dad's.

Father Coulter
is Toby Coulter,

the train trestle guy.

Oh, yeah.
I remember that story.

When Dad and his friend

accidentally blew up
a train trestle?

Come on, how do you accidentally
blow up a train trestle?

COULTER: Well, we were
hired by a farmer

to, uh, dynamite the ice
off the stock pond.

Anyway, we get this competition
going, who's gonna slide

the dynamite farther across
the ice before it blows.

BOOTH: Well, you know,
it's a federal offense

to blow up a train trestle,
Father, even if it is

-accidental.
-Father Toby Coulter,

meet my partner,
Seeley Booth.

Careful, he's FBI.

Ooh, well, I'm innocent.

It was Max's toss that brought
the trestle down.

Max Keenan's best friend
grows up to be a priest.

I'm sure your people have
that fact on file somewhere.

Tempe, Father Coulter has
a message from Dad.

It's a private message.

Come to my office.

She's just gonna tell
Agent Booth anyway.

You might as well
let him listen.

"Back off."
That's the message.

He said you'd
understand.

BOOTH:
Where did you see him?

In confession.

We're not Catholic.

Oh, the sanctity

of the confessional
is extended to all.

Um, he ever call you
on your cell phone, Father?

Two days ago.

BOOTH:
Can I see your phone?

You want to trace the call?

Yeah.

So, um, Max Keenan,

he, uh, come to you
for absolution?

Well, I'm sure you know
the requirements for confession.

Contrition and intent
not to repeat the sin.

COULTER:
And Max doesn't have either.

And as a priest,
I've failed him.

I never was able to get him
to walk the straight and narrow.

Is there anything
else you can tell us?

Well, he was angry, he felt
his hand had been forced.

Where can we
reach you, Father?

Father Coulter is staying
at St. Augustine's Seminary

for the next few days
before heading back to Ohio.

Father.

Your father loves you.

Is that part of Dad's message?

That's a personal observation.

BOOTH: Delaney's murder,
the threats on Russ's life.

This is all happening now
because of the little

metal dolphin we found
on your mother's grave.

FBI Field Unit
in Denver traced it

to a local artist
in Mead, Colorado.

Who identified Dad
as the buyer.

But Delaney left
the FBI 15 years ago.

Then somebody told him
about your dad.

-And didn't tell you?
-They're part of the conspiracy.

-You must be annoyed.
-Yeah, you know what, I am.

And I don't like finding out
there's a dirty FBI agent

in this building.

Here's what I think happened.

Delaney goes to your father.
He asks him

to hand over the evidence.

If he doesn't do it,
he kills you or Russ.

Dad calls Russ to warn him.

And then kills Delaney.

Guts him, burns him.

Leaves a calling card:

Don't mess with
Max Keenan's kids.

Am I supposed to like that?

You know, Bones,

I'll take a stand up crook
over a crooked cop

-any day of the week.
-CAROLINE: Booth.

I got us a meet
with the judge, let's go.

And you, better get back to your
lab in case we're successful.

You know, I just find it best
to do what she says.

-Okay.
-KEMPER: You want to exhume

the young FBI agent that
Marvin Beckett murdered?

CAROLINE:
That's correct, Your Honor.

[sighs]
That is a big,

noisy mess
in the making.

[door opens]

BOOTH:
The FBI has

credible evidence that

the homicide case
against Marvin Beckett

-was manufactured.
-Assistant United States

Attorney Dan Burridge arguing
against this writ, Judge Kemper.

-On behalf of--
-The FBI.

-I thought you were FBI.
-I am, Your Honor.

I told you.
A big, noisy mess.

All right,

let's hear your argument,
Mr. Burridge.

This is a precipitate
exhumation

in a highly inflammatory case.

The evidence to which
Ms. Julian alludes

-has not been authenticated.
-It's been authenticated by

the Jeffersonian Institution.

The FBI would like
to do their own

in-house analysis
before proceeding.

Of course they would,
they're the ones

who did the framing
30 years ago.

-I take exception to that.
-Why?

-You weren't even
born 30 years ago.
-Judge?

Not like me and Judge Kemper
who got to see firsthand what

Marvin Beckett was really like.

Ms. Julian,
did you bring this to me

because I knew
Marvin Beckett personally?

Did you? I-I wasn't aware
of that, Your Honor.

Were you aware of that,
Agent Booth?

BURRIDGE:
We'd like to do this

slowly and carefully, Judge.
That's all.

And we want
to exhume Gus Harper,

so we can make sure
he was murdered in exactly

the way the damn FBI said
he was murdered, Your Honor.

SAROYAN: As mandated by
the Writ of Exhumation

by Judge Theodore Kemper

of the D.C. Federal
Judicial District,

I, Dr. Camille Saroyan,

will be performing
an autopsy

of Special Agent
Augustus Donald Harper

under the auspices of the
Jeffersonian Institution.

The date of death:
June 25, 1978.

Date of interment:
July 2, 1978.

Date of exhumation:
that would be today.

Also present at
the post-exhumation autopsy

is Dr. Temperance Brennan.

The original autopsy in 1978

found that Agent Harper
was killed

when he was shot three times
at close range

by a .38 Colt Detective
Special Revolver.

Two shots to the chest,

one piercing the heart,
the other the left lung.

The third, a shot
to the frontal bone.

What?

That bullet hole in the head?
That's from a .38.

Just like
the coroner said.

I can already tell
these two holes are from

something a whole lot bigger
than a snub-nosed revolver.

Something more like a rifle
that a sniper would use.

Zack, you better get
a full set of X-rays

before Dr. Saroyan reopens.

We're gonna conduct this one

like the whole world
is watching.

Russ.

Okay, I'm here.
What's up?

You know,
you're an idiot, Russ.

I like you, but you're
a real idiot.

What'd I do?

I got a call from your
parole officer today.

Why?

Why? Because you crossed state
lines without informing him.

I just told him you were
aiding in an FBI investigation.

Thanks.

Hmm. You're slipping,
aren't ya?

Look, I want to marry Amy
and raise her kids.

One of them is sick.
That costs money.

I'm a felon on parole.

I work part-time
as a mechanic.

You tell me what job
am I gonna get that

lets me be the man I need to be
to raise a family.

You got this
sick little girl
depending on you.

I get that.

But you go back inside

and you cross that line,
you're not helping anyone out.

-[gunshot, glass breaking]
-[woman screaming]

-Everybody down!
-WOMAN: Oh, get down!

Anybody hurt?

[people screaming]

-[alarm blaring]
-[indistinct chatter]

MAN: You guys, stay down!
Stay down!

FEMALE REPORTER:
Civil rights activist
and convicted murderer

Marvin Beckett
was released today
when a second autopsy

on his alleged victim,
FBI Agent Gus Harper,

revealed inconsistencies
with details

of Mr. Beckett's trial
back in 1979.

COULTER:
What kind of inconsistencies?

Well, you know, you have your
confidences to keep, Father.

I have mine.

BRENNAN:
Well, it'-it's over, right?

I mean, now that it's out,
there's no reason to kill Russ.

Well, you know,
the men behind this,

they don't care about
Marvin Beckett.

They care about being exposed.

Lucky you were together.

Why were you together?

Oh, you know,
man's got to eat.

COULTER: And to think that,
uh, some people

still refuse to believe
in guardian angels.

Booth!

Who's that?

BOOTH:
Deputy Director Kirby.

My boss's boss's boss.

You're what's known as a real
pain in the ass, Agent Booth.

Yes, sir.

I just had my testicles
handed to me

by the Attorney General of
the United States of America.

He wanted to know why
this Marvin Beckett issue

wasn't done slowly

and carefully with greater
forethought and tact.

-You know what I told him?
-No, sir.

I told him I did not know.

Sir, I had to do it
the way I did it

because the FBI is--

Not your decision, Booth.

You're suspended without pay.

Gun, ID, security card, please.

Sir, I'm entitled to a reading
of the charges against me.

The charges against you

are that I was pissed upon
from a very great height.

You're out of here
in ten minutes.

BRENNAN:
Can they do that?

Just kick you out
without any warning?

Oh, two guys standing
behind me with the guns

-seemed to think so.
-ADDY: As you can see,

Harper's ribs and sternum
were practically obliterated

by the two shots
to his torso.

-Zack, Booth got fired.
-Suspended, not fired.

Suspended's FBI speak for fired.

Ah, do you know
what hurts the most?

They took the car.

-Got no wheels.
-ADDY: The bullets themselves

were removed from
the body, of course,

but Hodgins found
some very small fragments.

Copper, lead, polymer.

This is a conspiracy, baby.

Guys, what we're dealing with
here is that Booth

won't be working
with us anymore.

BOOTH:
Oh, I got my own gun.

It's just-- God, why'd they
have to take the company car?

I assumed that the only way
Booth would get his car back

would be to solve the case
on his own and that we'd help.

Oh, no. No, no, I can't
let you guys to do that.

Anyone who wants to help Booth,
raise their hands.

ADDY:
I reverse engineered to find

the most likely design
of the bullets.

After the bullet spread,

lead pellets were released
like buckshot.

Wait a second,
that's a homemade round,

invented back in the '70s.

We're talking a military-issue
M40A1 sniper rifle.

-Nice.
-Dude,

what you call being
a conspiracy theorist,

I call being
well informed.

Gus Harper was murdered
by a military sniper?

Who makes his own rounds.

Maybe we could compare it to
the bullet that grazed Russ.

I'm a civilian. We don't have
access to that round.

Maybe Caroline
can help us.

BOOTH:
You still have a job?

CAROLINE: Not for long.

I'm on performance review.

Look, none of the FBI members
of the bank robbery task force

had sniper training
in the '70s.

I need to know who else
was on that task force--
local--

-Booth, I got it figured out!
-State cops,

ATF-- and if any of them
had sniper training.

Once you find out,
you keep your head down.

Task force,
sniper training,

'70s, duck-- got it.

I figured out a way to solve
the case and get your job back.

Wow, that would be great.

We need my father to give us
the rest of the evidence

he stole from
that safety deposit box.

-Great.
-I'll drive.

Dr. Saroyan,

when I get my doctorate,
I'd like to work here.

Zack, you are
an excellent scientist,

but an important
part of the job

is appearing as
an expert witness in court.

Ooh.

"Ooh" what?

Jurors have to take you
seriously, and frankly,

you look like a weekend fill-in
at a college radio station.

Truth hurts, dude.
Learn from it and grow.

You weren't able to find Max
by tracing him

through the cell phone call
he made to me?

Call came over the Internet,
it was untraceable.

Well, Max always did things
his way.

I guess you being a priest
didn't have much affect on him.

Son, I spent my whole life

trying to turn
Max's life to Jesus.

He knows exactly
one Bible verse:

Numbers 35:19.

"The revenger of blood himself
shall slay the murderer:

when he meeteth him,
he shall slay him."

What's that mean?

That's the law of the jungle.

Father Coulter, if my father
makes contact with you again,

please tell him
he needs to trust me.

His way got my mother murdered
and almost got Russ killed.

It's time he tried my way.

He won't contact me again.

How do you know?

Ask him.

He put me
under surveillance.

If a parish priest can figure
out the FBI is watching him,

so can an experienced
fugitive like your father.

I need a makeover.

Zack, I am a big believer

in people being themselves.

You're actually
kind of cute.

Yes, I've been
told that many times.

Usually followed by
the word "but."

In this case, "But no one
takes you seriously."

I need help, Angela.

So what do I do first?

Lose the floppy hair.

[groans softly]

Why are you mad at me?

[sighs]
I need a gun.

No, you don't.
You got me.

I'm your gun.
You want equipment?

Here, have these, all right?

New division of labor:
I shoot 'em, you cuff 'em.

Why didn't you tell me

you had Father Coulter
under surveillance?

It is my job to find your dad
and put him in prison.

And you don't think I'll help?

He's your father.
I really don't think

I should have
to ask you to help.

He abandoned me, Booth.

And that's the best thing
you can say about him.

Your father lives by
a certain code.

And part of that code
is defending his family

by whatever means necessary.

You mean killing people and
setting their corpses on fire.

"Any means necessary"
sort of covers that.

-You respect him?
-I'm just saying,

in his world,
he's a very honorable man.

That's ridiculous.

There's only one world,
it's this one.

Would that be the one world
where you're mad at me

for trying to catch your father
or the other world

-where you actually
want him caught?
-Neither.

Well, you have
to pick one.

-Either. Both.
-Oh.

CAROLINE:
Dr. Brennan.

Agent Booth.

I thought you'd like
to meet the reason

we're all losing our jobs
and getting shot at.

This is
Mr. Marvin Beckett.

I wanted to thank you
personally.

You're welcome, Mr. Beckett.

BECKETT: 30 years ago,

crooked agents
put me in jail

for something
I did not do.

I did not kill
the young FBI agent.

I did not steal the money.

And I thank you for
proving it to the world.

That's why I'm here,
to tell you to your face,

to assure you,

I did not
do those things.

You freed
an innocent man.

And in return,
I must warn you,

the people that did this to me

aren't just a bunch
of corrupt cops.

They serve masters

of much greater influence.

You're looking to
bring their world down
around their ears.

They will strike at you.

Watch yourselves.

Here's your list
of snipers

from the decade
of disco.

This time
I'm advising you-- duck.

Anyone you know?

Yeah. The ATF rep
on the task force

was a marine sniper,
Robert Kirby.

FBI Deputy Director
Robert Kirby?

That just suspended you?

Call your brother, tell him
to get out of the house.

Tell him to get out, now.

Why? What's going on?

Seconds after Caroline got
this list, Kirby knew about it.

He's not answering.

I-I don't understand, Booth.

It's not us that Kirby
is afraid of, it's your father.

The only way to strike at him
is to go through you or Russ.

Kirby was the one that
took a shot at Russ.

No answer.

-Russ?
-Hello?

All right, just stay back.

-Russ?
-There's no sign
of a break-in.

I'll check the back. Russ?

BRENNAN: Russ?

Oh, my God.

-Booth?
-What?

-Russ.
-All right, just
take it easy, all right?

We don't know that for sure.

That's too much blood.

Nobody could survive th--
that much blood loss.

Nobody.

All right, okay.

It's all right.

Oh, my God.

It's against the law,
us not calling in a murder.

It wasn't a murder;
it was a bloodstain.

That much blood?
It's mur-- it's murder.

We call it in,

the next thing is
we find ourselves
under arrest.

That had to be Russ's blood.

You got a sample, right?

We'll check the
DNA at the lab.

Until then-- hey, who's
the one who always says,

don't jump to conclusions?

Yeah, you're right.

Thanks.

I wish you wouldn't
keep letting me

hug you when I get scared.

Hey, I get scared
and... I'll hug you.

We'll call it even.

[laughs softly]

-Results?
-The blood's not Russ's.

See, even you can't do
a DNA test that fast.

Didn't have to.

Both Brennan and her brother
are O-type blood,

as was their mother.

The blood sample you
brought me was AB.

-Therefore...
-Okay, let's go tell Bones.

I just saw her--
she's on her way
to see the priest.

-Why?
-He said he had
something for her.

No, she can't be going
places without me,

not when it's
open season on Brennans.

-[phone rings]
-Bones.

CAROLINE: Not even close,
cherie. We need to talk.

Well, first, I want to tell
you that your brother

is, uh... with his father.

You mean...

with God?

No, his earthly father.

Your father.

Are you certain?

I saw it with my own eyes.

[exhales]
Oh, thank God.

Which I use only as
a figure of speech.

Well, I mean, you have
to start somewhere.

You know, you're--
you're very much like him.

I am nothing like
my father.

Black and white,
the two of you,

you always saw the world
in black and white.

Your mother wasn't like that.

Neither is Russell.

All right, go.

I was clearing
out my desk

when my phone rings and it's
this FBI Agent named Carlsen.

-He heads up
a surveillance unit.
-He tells me,

"You and Booth are wasting my
time with this damn priest."

-I tell him, "You better
mind your mushy mouth"--
-Okay, listen,

Caroline, I got to find Bones,
keep her from getting killed.

Father Coulter
is 90 years old,

confined to bed
with Alzheimer's

in a convalescent home
out there at the seminary,

which does not much sound like
the priest you told me about.

Your father--
he talked about, uh,

when you were four and your--
your brother was nine

and, and he hid
behind this door

and he jumped out at you.

You know what? Just give me
the keys to your car.

My car?

"Boo!" He hollers "Boo."

And you,
you had this doll

that had this string in
the back for talking--

Chatty Cathy.

Wham!
You-- You took that doll

and you wound up and you hit
your brother so hard,

you knocked him flat
as a pancake.

I said to your mother,
"No one,

no one will ever jump
out at that girl again."

And your mother said,

"Just like you, Max,
she's just like you."

Hair color...

plastic surgery...

colored contact lenses...

chin and cheek implants?

15 years older.

Still...

I should have seen it.

[phone line ringing]

Come on, Bones, pick up.
Pick up!

This is
Dr. Temperance Brennan.
Leave a message.

Damn it.

Russ knew it was
you all along?

Yeah.

You talk to Russ,
but not to me?

You know,
to tell you the truth,

you do-- you do better
without me,

and Russ does worse.

-Take this.
-I'm not religious.

No, we're gonna
play this your way.

Please.

This is Gus Harper's journal.

There's a key there that's
to a safety deposit box.

In that safety deposit box
is all the evidence.

Why didn't you give it to them
back in 1978?

Because your mother took one
look at it and said,

"If you turn this over
to them, they will kill us

and our kids."

They got Mom anyway.

Yeah, there's not a day
that goes by

that my heart is not broken.

[car approaches,
tires screech]

Dad!

Come on!

I got to go.

Wait. I can't let you go.

Oh, I love you, too.

No, I mean
I can't let you go.

[grunts]

I'm sorry.

[groans]

I must be getting old.

I let you get the drop on me.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I just can't
let you get away.

[grunts]

I'm sorry.

Listen to me.

If you find somebody
that you can trust,

you hang onto 'em.

Remember that.

-RUSS: Dad, let's go!
-I'm proud of you.

I love you.

Dad, get in.

You take care of her.

FBI. Stop or I'll shoot.

Booth.

Booth.

Booth.

-[horn blares]
-Oh!

Right. I mean, did he
really have to hit the car?

I wasn't gonna chase him.

You okay?

♪♪

♪ And if I only could
Make a deal with God ♪

♪ And get him to
swap our places ♪

♪ Be running up that road
Be running up that hill ♪

♪ Be running up
that building ♪

♪ If I only could

♪ You don't wanna hurt me

♪ Let's see how deep
the bullet lies ♪

♪ And if I only could
Make a deal with God ♪

♪ And get him to
swap our places ♪

♪ Be running up that road
Be running up that hill ♪

♪ With no problem

♪ And if I only could
Make a deal with God ♪

♪ And get him to
swap our places ♪

♪ Be running up that road
Be running up that hill ♪

♪ With no problem

-What's this?
-Zack's doctorate.

I'd like to recommend him
for a job.

I can't put him in front of
a jury. I'm sorry.

I'll put in a good word
in Pure Research.

That way you can come
visit once in a while.

Visit.

Dr. Saroyan,

Dr. Brennan,
Dr. Hodgins,

I'd like to present
your colleague...

Dr. Zachary Uriah Addy.

Look at you.

-All grown up.
-Wow.

Very impressive.

I can learn how to be effective
in front of juries.

Zack can learn anything.

All right, he's hired.

Who am I to break up
this team?

Lunch is on me, Dr. Addy,
anywhere you want to go.

The diner.

Anywhere, I said.

I like the diner.

Do me a favor,
Uriah.

I need a little time

to adjust to your
fascist haircut.

[chuckles]

Let's go.

Congratulations,
Dr. Addy.

Thank you, Dr. Brennan.

What happened?

The, uh, Attorney General
took one look

at the evidence
your father provided

and, you know,
he reinstated me.

I'm glad.

Listen, we, uh,
found another burned body.

Same place,
same setup.

Kirby?

I'm pretty sure.

It was Kirby's blood
in your apartment.

Dad's still trying
to warn people--

"Leave me and Russ alone."

Russ, he's safe
with your father.

They're warning people
to stay away from you.

You know what?
I'm sorry...

that you had to go
through it again.

Watching your family
drive off,

leaving you behind.

I'm sorry.

My father is, is...

He's your dad

and he loves you.

You know, I'm just--

I'm just one of those people
who doesn't get

to be in a family that's--

Listen, Bones, hey,

there's more than
one kind of family.

[knocking]

Well, Zack got the job, right?

Come in and
congratulate him.

No, you know,
he's your squints.

Not my squints.

No, Booth, we are
all of us your squints.

Do me a favor and pat Zack
on the shoulder

with an open hand.

What? Why? Does that
mean something?

♪♪

What's that mean?