Bones (2005–2017): Season 3, Episode 13 - The Verdict in the Story - full transcript

Brennan's father Max goes on trial for the alleged murder of FBI Deputy Director Robert Kirby, requiring everyone on the Jeffersonian team but Brennan to testify for the prosecution. Brennan, the forensics advisor for the defense,...

Bones, you are not
gonna believe this one.

You said that about the guy who
was stuffed inside a huge truck tire.

I believed that. Yeah,
that was a good one.

But this is a whole
new level of weird.

Whoa. I don't believe it.
Mm-hmm. What'd I tell you?

How could this happen? Whoa.

Well, um, maybe he
was rolled up in a carpet.

Where's the carpet?

Well, it rotted away, you
know, with the meaty parts.

What?

It's possible. That...



That would've... That would've
taken thousands of years.

Um... Uh, the bones
should be in a pile.

But something is holding
them together, and...

What is with you?

"Rolled in a carpet."
"Meaty parts."

Excuse me?

What is so funny?

Nothing. I should hope not,

because there's a dead body
deserving of respect right in front of you.

What happened to him?

- I did not know she could laugh.
- What are you doing
at the crime scene?

- Dr. Brennan is suspended
from all crime-related duties.
- What?

- For laughing at Booth?
- That really doesn't bother me.

We have a date for
your father's murder trial.



Booth is the arresting officer. You
can't work together until it's over.

- This is not necessary.
- They don't need
to separate us.

- I'm very compartmentalized.
- Very compartmentalized.

Take it up with
the F.B.I., chéri.

Well, that sucks.

This one looked
really interesting. Yeah.

Really, really interesting. I'll
let you know what happens.

You're not gonna
solve it without me.

I mean, there's no use in doing
partners therapy when we aren't partners.

What? You split up?
No, we got split up.

- The F.B.I. says
we can't work together.
- Why?

Brennan's dad murdered the deputy director
of the F.B.I. His trial begins next week.

- I should've been informed.
- Of the trial? Why?

Because Sweets did the psychological
profile on Max for the prosecution.

- Why didn't you tell me before?
- Why is that important to you?

Sweets, no therapy.

Didn't I just... Listen.

Because while it would
matter to, say, a normal person,

I just figured you
wouldn't care.

You're absolutely
right. Dr. Brennan,

everyone you work with,
including your therapist...

Former therapist.

Is endeavoring to
imprison your father.

That's wicked stressful.

Booth is right. It
doesn't bother me.

No. Booth is
wrong. Yes, it does.

May I suggest that this
is a golden opportunity...

for you to feel a situation
rather than simply rationalize it?

- I'm fine.
- If you were, you'd be balled
up in the corner weeping...

or semi-catatonic. Does
that sound fine to you?

I'm sorry. I'm gonna have to
agree with Sweets on this one.

I think it's important that
you know that we know...

that the colder and more
objective you appear on the outside,

- the more pain you're
feeling on the inside.
- I'm fine.

No, you're not.

Well, Sweets, I'm...

I'm gonna miss you. It was
really a pleasure working with you.

- Really? You are?
- I too find him intriguing...

in a nonrigorous, pragmatically
irrelevant kind of way.

I agree with what she said.

Thank you for trying to help Booth
and me work together. Thanks.

You're welcome. But,
honestly, guys, we can...

Can you pick this up?
The tab? Yeah, sure.

We can keep working...

How lame. I thought I
was doing a good job.

No offense, but I
would feel better...

if the famous Dr. Brennan
was my scientific mouthpiece.

Have you done this before?
This is not Clark's first trial.

- He's a full-grown scientist?
- I shave, sir.

I have a driver's license.
I've won a couple of fistfights.

I saved a life. I've
lain with woman.

I've been hustled at pool.
I've defied my father's wishes.

I have broken hearts, and
I have been heartbroken.

So by all the markers of this
society, I am a grown man.

Wow.

- You've lain with woman?
- Is he gonna talk like that
at Dad's trial?

Listen, Max, we could have Clark
list his qualifications for you right now,

but that'll spoil the surprise
when they read 'em in court.

Clark is the last
forensic anthropologist...

I'd want to be up
against in a court of law.

What about that kid at your lab? With the
oversized eyes and toaster head? That guy?

I'm sorry if my normal-sized head
and eyes diminish your confidence.

Zack is working
for the prosecution.

Okay. Welcome on board, kid.

- Dad.
- Thank you.

Are you seriously
squeezing my hand that hard?

Give Clark his hand back, Dad.

Nice.

We'll wait outside, Tempe.

I still wish you were
gonna be my scientist.

Here.

You should wear this
tie in the courtroom.

Oh, but it... it's a gray tie.
Apparently, the color gray...

tells the jury that you are a
serious man with good judgment.

Yeah. Or that I'm drab.

I can't stop this
from happening.

What do you mean?

Booth, Hodgins, Zack,
Angela, Caroline...

They're all my
friends. But I can't...

Listen, I know you
love me. All right?

I can see it even
if nobody else can.

So that's something you
don't have to worry about.

I'll wear the tie.

I hate this. I hate it.

What... strangers on
our forensic platform?

Ange doesn't like that
we're on different sides.

All of us together,
and Brennan alone.

Not alone. She's with those
African-American people.

This is not a competition.

I'm pretty sure the reason they
call the justice system adversarial...

is that it is competitive. No.

Well, it's not a competition
between us and Brennan.

This is just an
unfortunate situation.

Yeah. Yeah. It's an
unfortunate situation.

If Brennan understands that we
aren't crazily competitive about it,

then we'll all come through
this with our friendships intact.

Besides, Dr. Brennan must realize
that we're going to destroy them.

I'll explain "crazily
competitive" to Zack...

over and over
again until he gets it.

Okay. Prosecution
briefing in 20,

and Caroline does
not tolerate tardiness.

Well, I've reviewed all
the physical evidences...

compiled by Dr. Addy and
provided by the prosecution.

What do you think?

There are always judgment
calls, but it holds together.

I may feel better about our position
once I do my own intensive examination.

Tell me the first thing that occurs
to you when you look at the X-rays...

- and skeletal remains
of the victim.
- The killer was merciful.

That is completely unscientific.

The victim was stabbed several
times, set on fire and gutted.

- Where's the mercy?
- Death was instantaneous.

A single blow to the
mastoid process. Zero pain.

Guts, stabs, burns... All
that occurred postmortem.

- Mercy.
- Zack will be the more
precise expert witness.

Clark will be the more
understandable and persuasive.

In prosecution, scientific
objectivity is seen as a virtue.

In defense, we
humanize the accused.

I accept your logic.

I'm gonna put some effort
into making Dr. Addy look bad.

I'd appreciate it if the jury
didn't see you doubting me.

Well, that will be difficult,
because my father actually is guilty.

Dr. Brennan, I need that to be the last
time you speak those thoughts aloud.

Why?

Because what we think about the
client's guilt or innocence is irrelevant.

It's their job to prove your father's
guilty beyond a shadow of a doubt.

How much time do you
need with the skeleton?

Well, as much as you can get me.

I'd also like to take a look at
your case files, if I might. Why?

Because you taught Dr. Addy.

I'd like to get a feel
for who I'm up against.

I'm gonna say to you what I
always say to you before a trial,

because this one is no
different than any other trial.

You've never said
that before. What?

You never told us a trial is
no different from any other trial.

Which suggests that
this one is different.

- Have you no control
over these people?
- None whatsoever.

Caroline, it's Bones. It's
different. Let's just admit that.

Here's what's not different.
Lose the "Cocky" belt buckle.

No badges saying "Resist
authority" or "The truth is out there."

Do not cut your own
hair the day before a trial.

Ugly up a little. The plain
women on the jury hate you.

Use your fully grown-up words.

Eat. Last time, your stomach was
growling louder than your testimony.

Then don't put me on
first thing in the morning.

I assure you, I will be totally,
awesomely mature on the stand.

Miss Julian, I'm
not taking the stand.

- You have to.
- Look, I'm not gonna tell
anybody else what to do here.

But I'm not testifying.

Booth?

Right. Okay, listen up, people.

Bones... she
believes in the system.

She finds out that Angela's not gonna
testify, she's not gonna like it, okay?

She'd want all of
us to do our jobs.

Dr. Brennan does seem
to have an enviable,

if somewhat disturbing,
ability to compartmentalize.

Hey, how's that for a
fully grown-up vocab, huh?

Clean and detached, people,
just the way Dr. Brennan likes it.

I have no problem. I'll
ask Dr. Brennan directly.

If she says okay,
then I'm on board.

- See you all in court.
- Listen, Caroline.

When I'm actually testifying, the jury's not
gonna see my belt buckle 'cause it's below...

- This briefing is over, chéri.
- See, when I stand,
the tie kind of...

It covers...

I am Judge Marcus Haddoes.

This is my court.

When you swear to God to
tell the truth, you look at my face.

Because, in this courtroom,
I may not actually be God,

but I sure as hell am
the next best thing.

You people watching,
at heart, I am a shy man.

So I would be perfectly happy to kick
all of you out given the slightest excuse.

Miss Julian, opening statement.

I'm the prosecutor in this trial,
and it's my job to prove to you...

that Max Keenan murdered
F.B.I. Deputy Director Robert Kirby.

My client had motive
to kill the victim.

Motive, means and opportunity
like many, many others.

Deputy Director Kirby
was a bad piece of work.

Corrupt. A cold-blooded killer.

He had many, many
enemies who wanted him dead.

They're gonna say that Kirby intended
to murder Max Keenan and his family...

That's them there, that beautiful
young woman, that fine young man...

Putting the concept of
self-defense into your head.

The prosecution will
produce no eyewitness...

and no proof beyond circumstantial
conjecture and trace evidence.

Dr. Temperance Brennan here...

is one of the finest forensic
anthropologists in the country.

She's renowned for her integrity,
for her professional reputation.

She's also the
defendant's daughter.

Dr. Brennan won't testify on behalf
of her father because you, the jury,

simply will not believe that a
loving daughter can be objective.

- That's all.
- Booth.
- What?

- I could so be objective.
- I know, Bones, okay? Just... Shh.

The victim was what the
prosecution called a bad piece of work.

That charming man
slit Robert Kirby's throat,

gutted him and set him on fire.

We'll prove that to you.

Miss Julian and I may disagree
on many facets of this case.

But I do agree with her. The
accused is a very nice guy.

Point of clarification. I
said "charming," not "nice."

This is exactly the kind of nonsense
that I want to avoid. And you two, please.

Keep to your own
sides of the aisle.

All rise.

Get a cup of coffee, people. We hear
first prosecution witness in 20 minutes.

♪♪

Might not be good coffee,
but, hey, at least it's lukewarm.

We're not supposed to talk.
We can't talk about the case.

But we can talk
about crappy coffee.

Put the cup in front of
your mouth when you talk.

I didn't see Angela today.

Angela refuses to testify.

Why?

Probably because
she's your best friend.

- You're my friend,
and you don't mind.
- I mind.

We all mind... except for Zack.

In that case, Zack is the
only one thinking clearly.

I had to give Hodgins permission.
You know what's wrong with everyone...

It's not what's wrong,
Bones. It's what's right.

No, no. Y'all cut that out.

Court will reconvene
in 30 seconds.

Good luck, Bones.
Oh, and remember.

I'm the one who gave
you this... delicious coffee.

- Why?
- I'm the first prosecution
witness against your father.

Dr. Brennan and I entered her apartment,
and we found a large pool of blood.

You were concerned with
Russ Brennan's life at this point.

That's correct.

- You thought the blood
was Russ Brennan's.
- That's correct.

And whose blood
did it prove to be?

DNA analysis proved the blood
was Deputy Director Kirby's.

A sharp instrument
was inserted here,

puncturing the sternocleidomastoid
and cutting the carotid artery.

It entered the skull just behind
the ear, nicked the mastoid,

continued through
the oropharynx,

and terminated at the
opposite side of the mandible.

In order to create a
blood puddle this large,

the body would have to lay there
for between three to five minutes.

Three to five minutes?

It's about the time it takes to roll
the body up in a shower curtain.

How do we know the copper
pipe is the murder weapon?

These are very, very small
traces of copper left here...

in the mylohyoid
line of the mandible.

And what is the
copper pipe made of?

As with most copper
pipes, it's made of copper.

Did you discover any evidence tying
the defendant to the murder scene?

I found particles of the same
soil at the murder scene...

and at the rooftop where the body was burned
and at the Our Lady of Angels Seminary.

What did that tell you? That someone
transferred those dirt particles...

from the seminary to the
murder scene to the rooftop.

Who could've done that? The
defendant was at the seminary that day.

- Are you certain of that?
- Yeah. I saw him there myself.

What was he doing there?

He was impersonating a priest.

And you're 100% positive
this is the murder weapon?

I'm not comfortable with 100%.

You're convinced beyond
a reasonable doubt...

that this is the murder
weapon? Yes, I am.

And is there any evidence at all
tying the defendant to this weapon?

In 1966, Max Keenan was sent
to Cook County Jail for robbery.

He was attacked.

Did he defend himself?

Yes.

Did he defend himself with this?

- Yes.
- Successfully?

I never killed anyone. I just
poked them to keep them away.

- Yes.
- What was the result of that attack?

Well, no one bothered Max again.

Anything else? He had eight
months added to his sentence.

Anything else, Agent Booth?

A sharpened pipe kind of
became a trademark for him.

Where was this weapon found?

Right here in
this pile of ashes.

What exactly is
that pile of ashes?

It turned out to be
the victim's intestines.

The abdomen had
been slashed open.

And with the body so badly
burned, intestines reduced to ashes,

how did you identify the remains
as those of Deputy Director Kirby?

- I've got nothing to say.
- You're under oath as a material
witness, Miss Montenegro.

I swore to tell the truth, and the
truth is that I am not saying anything.

Judge Haddoes, could you...

The witness will answer.
No. The witness will not.

- Angela, answer!
- Silence, please.

The witness will answer,
or I will find her in contempt.

Is there any way I
can talk you out of that?

Why would you call a witness
you knew wouldn't answer?

I figured once she got up here and saw
your scary face, she'd rethink her options.

- I'm taking the Fifth.
- Chérie, the Fifth refers
to the Fifth Amendment,

which protects you from being
forced to incriminate yourself.

Okay. All right.

Well, the First Amendment
protects freedom of association, right?

Which means that
it protects friendship.

So I'm taking the First, which is
even better than taking the Fifth.

There is no friendship in a homicide trial.
This is the Federal District Court...

for the District of Columbia,
United States of America.

When this asks you a question,
you answer or you pay the ferryman.

- It ain't gonna happen.
- Angie, they aren't
kidding around.

- Bones, now's the time
to speak up.
- What?

He's the ferryman. The
judge is the ferryman.

Ange, just so you
know, he's the ferryman!

- I will clear this courtroom
if I hear another word!
- Thanks a lot.

I find this witness in contempt.
She will be incarcerated...

until she answers the question
posed to her by the People.

Angela, please!
Hey, will you sit down!

Sweetie, this is
one of those times...

when I know what's right,
and everybody else is confused.

I mean, shouldn't you
be objecting a little more?

Asking for sidebars?
More like that?

The jury looks at
Dad kind of mean.

They're having a horrific crime described
to them. They have to blame someone.

Yeah... me.

All they've done so far is
establish that a murder occurred.

- Everybody knew that before.
- They have to establish
that you are responsible.

It sounds like they have. We have
to discuss putting you on the stand.

Absolutely. Put me on. Didn't
that lady say I ooze charm?

First question you'll be asked is,
"Did you murder Deputy Director Kirby?"

No, I did not.

I can't put you on.

Well, what? I'm not emotional
enough? I would never kill another man.

No. Because it would be obvious to
the judge, the jury and blind Martians...

that your loving family
doesn't believe you.

We'll wait outside when Dad's
on the stand. Thanks a lot.

So I'm on the hot seat, and you
guys are out gettin' ice cream?

Kids don't believe the
dad, no way the jury does.

Next issue to consider is Russ.
Let 'em put me on the stand.

- They think
you witnessed the murder.
- I didn't. I wasn't there.

- I wasn't there!
- As an officer of the court,

I cannot put you on the stand if I
think you're gonna perjure yourself.

- You think Russ is lying?
- I don't know,
which worries me.

He's not. I've known Russ since he was
a child, and I can tell when he's lying.

- He's not lying.
- You can put me on the stand.

I didn't witness anything that
they can use against my father.

That-a-boy.

Listen. Take a
few family minutes.

I'll see you in court.

A country full of
unscrupulous lawyers,

and you find the one
guy with scruples?

Dad, Tempe's pretty
sure you killed that man.

And I don't think she can see
how you wear that so lightly.

Tempe.

I'm ashamed of a lot
of things I did in my life.

But in this case,

my conscience is clear.

That's not the same
as being innocent.

That one needs an escort.

Angela, please just go on the stand
and say that you identified the victim.

No. But I-I want you to do that.

Do you really think your
father is gonna beat this rap?

That has nothing to do with it!

Yeah, Brennan, it does. I'm not
gonna help send your father to his death.

To his death?

Look, your old man killed a
really big kahuna at the F.B.I.

You think that those guys
aren't gunning for execution?

That... That's not up to me. That's
not up to you. That's up to a jury.

That's not the point.
Well, what is the point?

Friends don't send friends'
fathers to the electric chair.

Maryland uses lethal injection.

Well, the principle
holds, sweetie.

You think we're going to lose?

Yeah.

I think you're gonna lose.

And I am not gonna help you.

What did I do to
deserve a friend like you?

I obtained my undergraduate psych
degree from the University of Toronto,

my master's degree in abnormal
psychology from Temple University,

and my doctorates in clinical
psychology and behavioral analysis...

"Doctorates," as in more than
one? from Columbia University.

I won simultaneous Fulbright
and Rhodes scholarships...

to write my book The Art of Abnormal
Profiling. More than one scholarship too.

Which is what brought me to
my current posting at the F.B.I.

No wonder Dr. Geeks can never
hang on to a girlfriend. It's Dr. Sweets.

I know, Bones. I just was
saying Dr. Geeks is... geeks...

Do you require a list of
my scholarly publications?

The defense stipulates that
Dr. Sweets is a qualified expert witness,

despite the fact that he looks
like a high school volleyball player.

- Meet Dr. Geeks.
- Excuse me, Agent Booth.

I would like you to switch
seats with Dr. Saroyan.

- You, Dr. Brennan, please
switch seats with your brother.
- Why?

You don't whisper as
quietly as you think you do.

Yeah, you know, you
do whisper a little loud.

You started it.
Just a little bit.

A little loud.

Thank you. Please continue,
Miss Julian. Dr. Sweets,

did you compile a psychological
profile of the defendant?

Yes, over a series of
meetings spanning six months.

Is he capable of murder?

Like, totally.

Most definitely.
Um, in his own way,

Max Keenan is a
very impressive man.

What do you mean,
"in his own way"?

Well, Max Keenan doesn't
adhere to an external ethical system.

- He does what he wants.
- No. He does
what he thinks is right,

whether or not the
rest of the world agrees.

In another time, he
could've been a great leader.

You mean in a time when people
conked each other on the head...

and lit them on fire as a
way of getting what they want.

- Yes.
- Is Max Keenan dangerous?

When he feels his loved ones
are threatened... mega dangerous.

In your opinion, if
Max Keenan felt...

that he was threatened or his family
was threatened, could he do this?

Totally.

I mean, indubitably.

- Without hesitation?
- Without hesitation,

without remorse,

without guilt.

Without hesitation, without
remorse, without guilt.

Did you feel threatened...

by Deputy Director
Kirby, Mr. Brennan? No.

A sniper-trained, corrupt F.B.I. agent
hunting you, and you weren't scared?

I knew someone was
after me, but not who.

How did you know
someone was after you?

I was shot at. I was wounded.

So it's fair to say you
feared for your life?

- Yes.
- Where were you staying
at this time?

In my sister's apartment. Which is
where Deputy Director Kirby was murdered.

Where his blood was found, yeah.

- But you weren't there
when it happened?
- No.

You knew someone was gunning for you, but you
left the safety of your sister's apartment?

Well, it wasn't all that safe if
someone got murdered there, right?

No, it wasn't, Mr. Brennan.
Where were you that day?

Job interview. You
were being stalked,

but it seemed like a good time to
wander around looking for a job?

Not wander. I went to
a specific job interview.

What's wrong? I recognize
when Caroline's catching a scent.

- What job?
- Objection, Your Honor. Relevance?

If the People could
have a little latitude,

the relevance will
become apparent.

I'm gonna allow it. Answer
the question, please.

- A mechanics job.
- And just how did you find out
about this job opening?

What? A sign in the window?

An employment agency?
The Internet? A newspaper?

- Where did you find this job?
- Objection, Your Honor!

Overruled.

My dad got me...
the-the interview.

Almost as though he wanted
you out of the apartment,

as if he knew that something was gonna
happen and he wanted you out of the way.

- Your Honor...
- Out of bounds, Miss Julian. The jury will disregard.

I'm done with this
witness, Your Honor.

Cross, Mr. Barron?

Did your father say or do
anything that suggested...

he was trying to get
you out of the way?

- No.
- Thank you, Your Honor.

- Miss Julian?
- The People rest, Your Honor.

Will the defense be ready
this afternoon, Mr. Barron?

The defense requests a summary
judgment because the prosecution...

has absolutely failed to prove
their case against my client.

Denied, Mr. Barron.

Then we'll be
ready this afternoon.

What are you doing?

Dr. Addy, the
prosecution is required...

to share all information with the
defense, not the other way around.

- That better not stain.
- It's not permanent. What are you doing here?

I heard you were looking at the skeleton
and wondered if you found anything I missed.

You're not allowed to ask me
that. I didn't ask you anything.

You asked me. I answered.

You're not screwing
with me, are you?

You're just like this. Yes.

This is exactly how I am.

Your work is very,
very good, Dr. Addy.

Extremely thorough. Thank you.

I am aware of that.

Good luck this afternoon.

I don't need luck, sport.

Psst.

I'm writing a book taking
a clinical approach...

to efficacy and
focused outcomes.

You shouldn't work well together,
but you do. I'd like to study it further.

I don't get it. He
wants to study us.

- Once a week. Nothing changes.
- Why would we wanna do that?

I can't think of a good reason.

Okay, see? That thing that you
do when you talk to each other...

while excluding the
third party, namely me...

It's an adaptive mechanism for
disparate entities to bond together...

against their own individual
impetuses to dissociate.

It's, um... It's what...

What does that mean
for us? Nothing useful.

Tell you what. Why don't we make a deal
with him where we allow him to study us.

In return, he gives us
psychological profiling on demand.

- Okay.
- You like that sort of thing,
but I don't see the point.

I just think he doesn't
wanna admit that he likes us.

Do you like us? What?

- And he wants
to spend time with us.
- Is that true, Sweets?

You like us? No. It's...

He Really likes us. All
right. You know what?

I'm sorry I made the offer.
I take it back. Forget it.

Sweets is pretty good
in the interrogation room.

Yeah. Profiling on demand,
interrogation backup.

Well, to be honest, I was
impressed by his credentials.

- I'll tell him okay.
- Dr. Brennan.

I found something.

I do not like the look of that.

Why? They look happy.

All rise.

This court is reconvened.

They look smug. I don't like it.

Anyway, Clark found
something you missed there, pal.

I don't miss things.

The defense calls
Dr. Zack Addy to the stand.

Your Honor, I beg the indulgence of
the court to allow our expert witness,

Dr. Clark Edison, to
appear pro hac vice.

- Objection, Your Honor.
- What grounds, Miss Julian?

Well... What's going on?

- They want Clark to
question Zack, not the lawyer.
- I'm thinkin'.

Objection denied. Dr. Edison.

Good afternoon. Dr. Addy,

you identified this as
the murder weapon.

That's correct. Could you
refresh the jury's memory, please?

Yes. Striations
found on the bone...

indicated a sharp-tipped
weapon without a cutting edge.

- Also, the diameter
of the pipe fits.
- That's correct, yes.

And copper particulates.

Can you identify this, Dr. Addy?

It is the entry wound in the
mastoid made by the murder weapon.

And this? This is the
same wound stained red.

Is this what you were
doing this morning?

And this?

It appears to be
the same wound...

blown up to approximately
120 magnification.

Can you discern any
microfractures in that photo?

- Yes. Oh.
- You sound surprised,
Dr. Addy.

What did you stain
this with? Red food dye.

Can you answer
that question, please?

Uh, these microfractures indicate
that the weapon went in so deep...

that the hilt hit the bone,
causing microfractures.

The hilt? Could you please
indicate the hilt on this weapon?

I cannot. And why is that?

- There is no hilt.
- So this is not
the murder weapon?

Obviously not.

You made a mistake?

Yes, I was mistaken.

Your Honor, the defense
requests a dismissal of all charges.

The prosecution's entire case...

was built upon the identification
of the murder weapon.

Your Honor, the People
will need some time...

to properly review
Dr. Edison's new evidence.

- How much time?
- Exactly as much time...

as it will take Agent Booth to
find the actual murder weapon.

I'll meet with
counsel in chambers.

But if you don't come up with
a terrific argument, Miss Julian,

Mr. Keenan is going
home to his family tonight.

All rise.

Hey, Bones. I have a warrant
here to search these premises...

for any weapon or implement
congruent with the murder weapon.

I could save you some time. No.

Zack is gonna be the bone expert on
this one. He'll be doing all the looking.

Where did Clark Edison learn
that trick with the food dye?

I don't know that
trick. Zack? Focus.

Huh?

How you doin' there, Bones?

When it looked like my
father might go free, I got...

This is very confusing for me.

You liked the idea of him
beating the murder charge?

Yes.

But he did it. We both
know my father did it.

Wanting your father to come
home instead of going to prison,

that's... that's okay.

But what I do... What we do
is put murderers like him away.

Okay. You're not Dr. Brennan
today. You're Temperance.

I don't know what that means.

The scientist part of you
got sidelined temporarily.

I still don't know
what that means.

Bones, just take the brain,
okay? Put it in neutral.

All right? Take the
heart, pop it in overdrive.

Sometimes I think
you're from another planet.

And sometimes, I think
you're really very nice.

I found it.

What is that?
It's a misericorde.

A sharp, unedged
medieval copper dagger...

used for delivering
a final, fatal blow.

Also known as the coup de grâce.

I'm sorry, Bones.

As usual, I will ask the jury to refrain
from speaking to each other about the case...

between now and when we
reconvene tomorrow morning,

at which time you will be
prepared to remount your defense.

All rise.

Hey, kid, you did good.

You had 'em on the
run there for a while.

Yeah, well, their case is
much stronger now, so...

My team, they're...
They're really good.

Maybe you could brag over
them another time, Tempe?

You know, maybe I
can discredit the weapon.

We're past forensics.
Now it's about the story.

- Excuse me?
- Jurors like to think
they know what happened.

We did a good job in showing that
maybe Max didn't commit this murder,

but we didn't give the
jury a satisfying alternative.

One they can go home
to their families and say,

"Here's what really happened."
They need a bogeyman.

And it's Dad.

Well, at least you guys will always know where
to find me. What do you mean? On death row?

You should've... You know, you should've
run, Dad. You should've just taken off.

Dad stayed for me.

He knew that if he ran, we'd
never see each other again.

You stayed for me.

I would've stayed here forever.

It was worth every
second we had together.

If I knew the bogeyman, how much
warning would you need to make it work?

Good story? About five minutes.

I have to talk to somebody.

If the truth can't be
proven, is it still the truth?

You invited me to
breakfast to talk philosophy?

A theory isn't even really a
theory until it's challenged.

It's just simply a hypothesis.

I don't believe that a man should
die based upon a hypothesis. Do you?

If you have a
question, just ask it.

I have a way to lodge
reasonable doubt in the jury.

We can't talk about this. Please? You're
the person I talk to about things like this.

No perjury involved.

Just an interpretation
of existing facts.

An alternate story. You don't know
that he did it, you know? Your old man.

We both know he did it.

Not the way that you define
"know"... with the proof and all that.

It's going to be
enough for the jury.

Juries are the human factor in a trial.
All right? You never know what they'll do.

You think it's all right for
me to take advantage of that?

Brain and heart, Bones.

Brain and heart.

You found particulates...

placing the accused at the scene
of the murder... the seminary...

And the rooftop where the
victim was immolated? Yes.

Was anyone else present
at all three locations?

Me. But I didn't kill the
deputy director of the F.B.I.

You had motive. He'd fired you
that day and threatened Miss Julian.

By the way, was she
at all three locations?

Objection. It's just rude
to accuse me of murder.

I count three people in this courtroom besides
my client who had motive to kill Kirby.

I'll allow it. Miss Julian was
never at the crime scene.

- So you're stuck with me.
- And Dr. Brennan?

I see where you're
going with this.

- Was Dr. Temperance Brennan
at the seminary?
- Yes.

- And your apartment
the same day?
- Yes.

Do you recognize this?

Yes. It's mine.

So you are every bit as
plausible a suspect as your father?

Dr. Brennan is hyperrational.

She's capable of
rationalizing almost anything.

- Including murder?
- It is the danger of the
totally rational human being.

But did she have a motive?

Yes, she had motive.
Kirby tried to kill her brother.

- Thank you.
- Bones was with me all day.

She didn't have time
to commit this murder?

No, she did not.

How did your son, Parker,
get home from school that day?

Forty-five minutes we were
apart. But we talked on the phone.

Plenty of time,
wasn't it, Agent Booth?

Dr. Brennan could've burned the body
hours later when you were safe at home.

- The witness
will answer the question.
- That's a lot of heart, Bones.

- Your Honor.
- Answer the question, please, Agent Booth.

Could Bones have killed Kirby?

Temperance Brennan... I've worked with
this woman. I've stood over death with her.

I've faced down death with her.

And Sweets, he's brilliant.
He is. But he's wrong.

She could not have done this.

I didn't ask you your opinion
of Dr. Brennan's character.

I asked you, did she have time?

Yes. She had time.

Fountain, fountain ♪

♪ We are the same ♪

♪ Fountain, fountain ♪

♪ We are the same ♪

♪♪

Has the jury reached a verdict?

Yes, Your Honor.

♪ Turning it over ♪

♪ Again and again ♪

♪ Don't you wish ♪

♪ You could throw your pennies ♪

♪ Back at them ♪

♪ Don't you wish ♪

♪ You could throw your pennies ♪

♪ Back at them ♪

♪ Back at them at them ♪

So, you gonna charge her?

You gotta go back to school on
this one. That's a fine woman there.

♪ It is so beautiful ♪

♪ How you remain ♪♪

What's that mean?