Bones (2005–2017): Season 3, Episode 2 - Soccer Mom in the Mini-Van - full transcript

Because Booth arranged it, Bones visits her dad Max Keenan in jail, but shows him no sympathy. Dr. Jack Hodgins is excited by Special Agent Katherine Frost, but can't handle her potentially compromising proof. The fire-consumed body in an exploded car is identified as soccer mother Amy Nash. After reconstruction of the corpse they also found it to be an alias of June Harris, a member of Marxist US terrorist organization NLA, which supposedly directed its violent crimes against the military-economical complex. However, neither her husband Jeremy Nash, who learned only weeks earlier about her double identity, nor sheriff Sam Reilly, who handled a terrorist case against them for 30 years in vain, knew she had struck a plea bargain only days before. She was shot with bullets from the gun which was used in a terrorist attack which killed a cop, the father of young cop Danny Valenti. A reconstruction shows others did know and at least one tried to prevent the deal. Their extreme-left Attorny Leonard Huntzinger is found shot, staged as a suicide.

- Good one, honey!
- Watch it! Stay on 'em!

♪ Just a perfect day ♪


♪ Problems all left alone ♪

♪ Weekenders on our own ♪

♪ It's such fun ♪

Just a perfect day ♪

- Kick it!
- ♪ You made me forget myself ♪

Stop it!

♪ I thought I was someone else ♪

♪ Someone good ♪

♪ Oh, it's such a perfect day ♪

♪ I'm glad I spent it with you ♪

♪ Oh, such a perfect day ♪

♪ You just keep me hangin' on ♪♪

Look, Bones, all I'm saying...

is that Caroline went to a lot of
trouble to get you private visitation...

with your father, and
now you don't want it.

The federal detention facility already has
visiting areas. Yeah. Behind two-inch glass.

Now you'd be able to
give your old man a hug.

I didn't ask for special
treatment, Booth.

That's because you don't
have to because you are special.

And you are gonna tell
me... Whoa! What happened...

to whatever the hell is melted to that
steering wheel and everything else?

Female. Mid-40s to late 50s.

Pelvis indicates
she's given birth.

Hey, Bones, look at
that. Married, right?

Wedding ring.
It's a possibility.

Don't just focus on the ground.

Why do you care about my
relationship with my father, Booth?

You were only too happy to
arrest him and put him in prison.

All right, look, Bones. You know,
it's not about being happy, okay?

It's about doing my job.

Do we know if it was a bomb
that caused the explosion?

Well, let's see. The roof is peeled
back. And the doors and the...

I was asking him.

We found explosive residue all over the
van and metal fragments in the bushes.

What is that? A pipe
bomb? I can't really be sure...

until the explosive unit
gets the van back to the lab.

No. They can't have the van.

There are remains seared all over the inside
of the vehicle, and they can't be compromised.

I have to call in to... This van
will be brought to the Jeffersonian.

Your bomb techs
can look at it there.

I'll make the call? That's all
right. You go make that call.

Bones, come on.
You're a little harsh there.

Maybe you want to
talk it out. Look, Booth.

It's a locket. Aw.

It's probably her daughter.

Who would want to
blow up a soccer mom?

Hey, you have a skull
for a facial reconstruction?

Help yourself. Oh, great.

Is this all I have to work with?

I always hated puzzles.

Hodgins, before we take
the hands from the wheel,

you might want to check
the fingernails for particulates.

- You know I do.
- Oh, my God.

Shouldn't you wait for the bomb tech
before you gather the explosive residue?

Hey, just getting enough
to verify his results.

Remember, he's a
government bureaucrat.

- Hey, you're a government
bureaucrat, babe.
- In name only.

I am a passionate,
dedicated scientist...

who will not be cowed
by authoritarian pressure.

Stay out of the van until the
bomb tech comes, Hodgins. But...


Fine. I have to check
the fingernails anyway.

How close are we
to I.D.'ing the victim?

Well, this is the skull.

- I'm good, but I'm not that good.
- Perhaps you could use these.

There's a portion of tongue,
hair and... brain matter?

Okay. If anybody needs me, I'm gonna
go throw up, then do some paperwork.

Okay, this is Special Agent
Frost from the bomb unit.

Booth pulled me out
of an important lunch.

It took me months
to set up that meeting.

- It better be good, Booth.
- She'll be working with you,

Yes, please. What?
No. Um... Hmm?

Hodgins. D-Doc... Doctor.

We're okay? I beg your pardon?

It's... He's Dr. Jack Hodgins.

Angela Montenegro.

I do facial reconstructions.
And him. Hmm.

- Pleasure to meet you.
- Mmm.

I'm gonna need you to recover
all the metallic particulates.

Then I'm gonna
need a chemical tray...

with aqueous buffer solution.
Aqueous buffer solution. Yeah, I-I know.

You want to perform
capillary electrophoresis?

You can do that? Oh, yeah.

And it will save
time so Angela...

Mmm. And I can have dinner...

Mmm. Alone.


License plate was destroyed, but
we traced the VIN number on the van.

It was registered to Jeremy
Nash in Culpeper, Virginia.

He looks familiar.

Man, our victim was
traveling with a lot of stuff.

Clothes, personal
items. Photo album.

Most of the pictures
were burned,

but the man in this
photo could be Nash.

She packed herself up, keepsakes
and all, and took off in the van?

Looks like Mrs. Nash
was leaving Mr. Nash.

God, I hate domestic cases. All
right, so let's go talk to the husband.

I can't. I'm seeing my father.

- Now?
- You and Caroline went to a lot
of trouble setting this up.

I would hate to
appear ungrateful.


I'll go talk to, um, the
husband by myself.

All right, Max. There you go.

Oh, gee. Real chairs. It's nice
to have an important daughter.

This is Booth, not me.

Well, you thank him for me.

I always liked Booth.

Nicest guy that
ever arrested me.

- Touching.
- Well, you must like this.

Me in here. I finally
have to follow the rules.

So that makes me less than you because
I think people should follow the rules?

- You're upset.
- Yeah, of course I'm upset. My father's a criminal.

No, outlaw.
There's a difference.

Subtle distinctions like that are lost
on me... and, I imagine, your victims.

I know you want some
sort of nice, neat story...

that puts my life into
perspective for you,

but it doesn't work that way.

You could try.
Don't I deserve that?

I guess I always had a
problem with authority.

I just always saw myself
fighting the system.

Kind of like Robin Hood.

Do you realize how
ridiculous you sound?

You're here for murdering
the deputy director of the F.B.I.

He was a crook, a killer,
and he was going to kill you.

And you walked out on
Russ and me when I was 15.

- But that was to protect you. People were after us.
- Because you were a criminal.

Outlaw. See, I knew you
weren't gonna understand.

You know what? You're right. This is
my fault for expecting we could get past...

We can get past this. We can.

The court... They're gonna
decide how to punish me.

But now, here...

Come on. We make
this whatever we want.

Here are the cards
you asked for. I gotta go.

Wait. These are for us.

- What?
- Come on. You remember that
game that we used to play...

- when you were five years old?
- Blitz.

Blitz. Blitz. Come on.
Let's play a couple of hands.

You always beat me.
I remember that too.

A good father would
occasionally allow his child to win.

I don't believe in encouraging
all that, uh... that self-esteem crap.

You want to win? Earn it.

That's why you're so
good at what you do now.

Because you know that nobody
is going to hand you anything.

So you were a great father?

Well, maybe just not
as bad as you think.

How about this?
One hand. Come on.

Let me know if you
need anything else.

Well, socks. Socks, you know?

The, uh... With
the arch supports.

I gotta stand on that
chow line forever.

- A bomb?
- Yeah, I'm sorry.

- Were you and your wife
having any problems?
- What... What kind of problems?

Oh, she was traveling
with a lot of personal stuff.

I mean, photo albums
and more clothes...

That stuff was for
Celia's new dorm room.

She was bringing her clothes, things to help
her decorate. You're F.B.I., for God sakes!

You have no idea who did
this? What is this, your first case?

Just relax. Okay?

I'm just here to help,
Mr. Nash. That's all.

How do I tell Celia?

How do I t... tell my daughter?

Dermestes maculatus. They clean
the bones by eating the charred flesh.

But they leave behind pieces
of shrapnel you might need.

- Fascinating and very weird.
- They're mine.

Not a surprise.

Hey. Hi. How was
your visit with your...

Not germane to the
investigation, Hodgins.

Zack, her left shoulder
was badly shattered...

but still shows
evidence of old trauma.

I need the clean bones
as soon as they're ready.

I also would like you to look at the
manubrium. These shadows look like pitting.

Have you determined what
kind of bomb was used?

I'm still sifting through the debris and waiting
for whatever goodies these bugs leave behind.

And Dr. Hodgins is just
keeping you company?

What? No.

I'm working... hard.

I'm gonna go right
now and work...

hard some-someplace else, so...

Hey. What are you
doing down here?

Uh, analyzing the iconography
for the Widow's Son case...

until somebody needs
me for the bomb victim.

Look... Angie, um...

Agent Frost is a colleague,
and I am a professional.

Okay, so all that
stammering and stuff...

I mean, that's
not... That isn't... I...

It's... You know,
that's... It's involuntary.

It's a bodily thing.

Yeah, that didn't
come out right.

Look, I'm not gonna
deny that she is attractive.

Oh, totally hot. What?

The bombshell from the
bomb squad. She's totally hot.

Yeah, I know. I
mean... Look, Jack.

I really don't care what's
going on in your pants.

As long as it
stays in your pants.

You know who's totally hot? You.

You are totally... Okay,
save it. What have you got?

These were in Amy Nash's bag.

Hmm. There's writing on them. Yeah.
Yeah, Cam needs you to restore them.

Well, I'll give it a try.

Dr. Hodgins, I need your
samples for the spectrometer.

I-I... I have to, uh...

So... I love you, and...

Hmm. Go.


Nash is gonna pick up
his kid, tell her in person.

I mean, I don't know
how you do that.

Tell your kid that your
mother just got blown up?

I would think a direct
approach would be best.

What? As opposed to,
what, sugarcoating it?

"Hey, what do you say we go to the park? Oh,
and, by the way, your mom just got blown up"?

How's your dad? You haven't
mentioned him. Apparently his feet hurt.

You know. I mean his spirits.

Well, he's a con man, Booth. He's
always cheerful. What? That's it?

Well, it's not like I ever really had
a father. Max was absent for years.

Well, here's what I know. I know
that Nash girl would give anything...

to spend one more
day with her mother.

I'm sure you'd feel the same way if
something happened to your father.

I confirmed triphenylmethane
dye and iron sulfate...

embedded in the
manubrium and the flesh.

Both are found in ballpoint
ink. Ah! It's a homemade tattoo.

Angela's working on
recreating the design.

This tattoo appears to
have been crudely executed.

Hmm. You mean like a prison tat?

No record of her
being in prison.

In Russia, prisoners
make tattoo ink...

by burning the heel of a shoe
and mixing it with soot and urine.

This was a ballpoint pen
rigged with a sewing needle,

pushed down so deep it
penetrated her periosteum.

- Ah, you mean bone.
- Doesn't seem like a very
soccer mom thing to do.

And here we go.

An inverted pentagram?

- Devil worship.
- Mom had a little thing going
on the side with Satan?

- Oh, the burbs.
- There is a design in the
center that I can't quite get.

Wait, wait, wait.

Is that a fist?

A fist? A fist.

Yeah. Oh, my God. It is a fist.

So she wasn't Satan's old
lady. She was in the N.L.A.

- The N.L.A.?
- National Liberation Army.

Student radicals in the '70s.
Thought they could change the world.

Set off bombs in army recruiting
offices, torched cop cars.

Yeah, real visionaries. They
also shot and killed a cop in '75.

That was the burglary.
They broke into the house...

of a defense contractor to rip off his
safe; said it was the people's money.

Here. "June Harris and
her boyfriend, Neil Watkins,

were charged with the
murder but never found."

F.B.I.'s been looking
for them for 30 years.

- And there they are.
- And our victim?

It's the same woman.

So our soccer mom was a killer.

- People! Please tell me that
all your fancy-ass equipment...
- Oh!

Is wrong!

Hey, you are not
supposed to be up here.

Booth can shoot me later.

This cannot be June Harris.

But the dentals match.

- Angela's reconstruction
- Amy Nash was June Harris.

Pourquoi moi? She couldn't
have waited four days...

to turn herself into
a charcoal briquette?

- I don't understand.
- Caroline, why are you here?

June Harris was
turning herself in.

I arranged with her
attorney for the surrender.

He was gonna deliver her on Thursday
after she said good-bye to her family.

- What was the deal?
- Nine years.

Nine years for killing a cop?

For turning herself in
and laying this all to rest.

And since she still maintained her innocence,
this was gonna be a tough case to prosecute.

Sam Riley was the lead on this case for
30 years. He was okay with nine years?

He doesn't know.
Part of the deal.

He wasn't to be consulted. Well, you
know what? It's okay to tell him now.

I know Sam. He deserves
that much after 30 years.

Up to you. You're
the lead now, cher.

You should bring in Huntzinger.

He was her attorney.
He might know something.

Love Huntzinger.
Real old-time lefty.

Worked the Chicago Seven trial,

sued Nixon, the C.I.A., Bush.

Okay, that's great. Let's get out of here before
Hodgins gives him the pinko medal of honor.

Are you coming? Can't.
Zack and I have to pull...

the rest of the shrapnel
for the bomb tech.

And then I have to buy
some socks for my dad.

Leave her be, cher. Absence
makes the heart grow fonder. Socks?

I have worked this case for 30 years,
and you don't think I deserve a phone call?

It was part of the deal.

And you, Booth? I trained you.

You think this is right?
To blow me off like this?

I just got thrown the case,
Sam. Don't go whaling on me.

Damn lawyers.

Working a case for 30 years, and you don't
think it deserves a damn phone call. Hey!

I'm talking to you. No.

You're yelling at me. And
my ears are starting to ring.

Now, I'm sorry that after 40
years as an agent for the F.B.I.,

you're still a little girl,

but I'd like to find out
who killed June Harris.

So how about you
stop whining and help?

Okay, cher?

- So, how've you been, Sam?
- Shut up, Booth.

What's in the bag, Leonard?

Toothbrush, change of underwear.

You guys always find some
reason to toss me in the can.

No belts, no laces. I'm ready.

Yeah, great. Well, we just want to ask you
a few questions about June Harris's death.

I loved June Harris. I loved what she
stood for and what she did with her life.

Nobody has her balls anymore.

Except maybe Neil Watkins.

Yeah, you'd love
that, wouldn't you?

- Blame another revolutionary.
- Do you know where Watkins is?

They were partners
in crime. I don't think...

he would want to risk
June turning him in.

You ever hear of
attorney-client privilege?

You ever hear of
obstruction of justice?

You know, a woman is dead.
She's not a martyr to her family,

- just someone they loved.
- If you can understand that.

- Cooperating with the system
perpetuates that system.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- And if the system is corrupt...
- Blah, blah, blah, blah. So what's next, Leonard?

Are you gonna warn
Watkins that we're onto him?

- Riley!
- Sam! Sam! Sam!
- You son of a...

- Sam! Sam!
- Watkins and Harris
were not heroes!

You want to know how
they changed society?

Ask the kid whose father
they killed! I know that kid!

- He became a cop just like
his father. Very touching.
- You son...

- Get outta here!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You just hit a federal agent, Mr. Huntzinger.
Good thing you brought your toothpaste.

What a surprise. Lock
me up to shut me up.

You should be talking to that kid
Valenti instead of busting my ass!

The pig comes to me the other
day. He wants to know where June is.

He said he got a letter from her, as
if she'd write him or I'd give her up.

Hey. See these bruises?

A gift from your
noble son of a cop.

Nice and soft. I'll be the best
dressed on Cell Block 8. Thanks.


Honey, I'm sorry.

For what?

For... For being such a
disappointment as a father.

You deserve better.

And I should have
told you sooner.

Well, that's it? Nothing?

What were you
expecting? I agree with you.

I was expecting some
tears or a hug or something.

I did apologize. That's
what you wanted, isn't it?

- Well, you didn't mean it?
- Of course I meant it.

Listen, under any
objective standard,

you have a horrible
human being for a father.

But I-I'm trying to move on. I got
caught so that I could be with you.

- I was hoping
you'd meet me halfway.
- I'm here, aren't I?

I... got you shampoo.

Soap isn't good for your hair.

Oh. Nice. I... I don't
want to smell too good.

That can be a
problem around here.


- See? That's better.

- Thanks.
- Sure.

So the prosecutor's gonna
want to talk to you about me.

It wouldn't hurt if you had some
good things to say about your old man.

Might even offer to
testify on my behalf.

Is that why you
finally apologized?

- What?
- To use me?

Maybe you'd like me
to alter evidence now?

That way I could join
the family business.

How can you think
that? I don't know, Max.

Maybe because I seem to pass in and
out of your life when it's most convenient?

Maybe because you
built a whole career...

using your considerable
charm to manipulate people?

Wait... Listen. I know that
it's hard to trust me. I know.

And it's gonna take some time
to fix things. But we can... No. No.

Some things break, and you
can't put them back together again.

That's just the way it is. I was
fine on my own, Max. I was just fine.

Wait. Please.

Electrophoresis and H.P.L.C.
shows potassium nitrate,

charcoal and sulfur
in a 75/15/10 ratio.

Graphite glazed, triple
"F" Goex... sporting grade.

You are a constant
surprise. Yes. Yes, I am.

I don't know many people
who get as excited as I do...

about the chemical
makeup of explosives.

Well, I like complex
molecular structures.

Hey, how's it coming
with the... the detonator?

Seems to be a wristwatch.
Pretty much destroyed in the blast.

Microscopic glass chips.
Probably the crystal.

I'll, uh, take a look
at the composition...

to see if I can...
locate a manufacturer.


So, where do you want
me to dump this junk?

You're tossing the air filter?

I tested it for explosive
residue. There wasn't any.

It was blown free from the car.

Yeah, even better. Do you have any idea what
kind of treasures might be trapped in here?

Don't touch my things.

Watch her.

- She was shot too?
- The injury presented itself...

when I was removing shrapnel
from the reconstructed shoulder.

Well, are you sure it's not
from the bomb or the fire? No.

The fragments are lead in a copper
alloy coating. Yep, that's a bullet.

I didn't find any dried blood on
her clothes. When was she shot?

Damage from the blast makes it difficult
to tell when the shooting occurred.

I'm going to check the
remodeling to estimate a time.

Hitting the top of the shoulder
wouldn't be a severe injury.

She could bandage herself
and still be ambulatory.

You know, you could say "walk
around" instead. I wouldn't fire you.

"Walk around" implies aimlessness,
which I'm not able to determine.

Can't believe I still
ask these things.

Send everything you've
got to Ballistics at the F.B.I.

I'll inform Dr. Brennan.

It does not make any sense. The van
was rigged to blow up. Why shoot her?

Well, until we see what Ballistics
determines, it's absurd to speculate.

Speculating is kinda
what we do here.

Listen, Danny Valenti is a cop. June
Harris murdered his father. He has a gun.

He's a good kid,
Booth. He didn't do it.

Look out. But that is
meaningless speculation.

Is she really necessary?
She's my partner.

Mentors often feel threatened
when their students surpass them.

Bones! It's true, Booth.

Change can be difficult to
accept, whether it comes...

in the form of a revolutionary
or the simple passage of time.

If she were a guy,
I'd deck her. Right.

You know, that distinction
is no longer necessary,

but I wouldn't recommend it.

Go, Sam. Thank you.

Officer Valenti, credit
card records show...

that, uh, you bought gas
near June Harris's home.

I didn't know where she lived. Just
the town from the postmark on the letter.

Her apology letter?

She should've had the nerve
to come talk to me face-to-face.

- So that's when you went
to Huntzinger?
- Yeah.

- And hit him?
- He protects people like her.

That's his job.

I was five years old
when my father was killed.

My mother told me he wasn't
coming home again. I didn't believe her.

I sat by that window
waiting... Every day for months.

You seem pretty
angry about that.

Why didn't you tell me
what you were gonna do?

You'd try and talk me out of it.

Did you know how little
time she's going to serve?

Because that might make someone
take matters into their own hands.

I'm a cop, man. I
didn't blow her up.

- Booth...
- Sam. It's my investigation.

- Officer Valenti,
I'm gonna need your gun.
- Why?

Because June Harris
was shot before she died.

We'd like to make sure the
bullet didn't come from your gun.

You're gonna let 'em
do this to me, Sam?

It's just a formality, Danny.

Then let's be
formal. Get a warrant.


Ballistics says the bullet was
not a match for Danny's gun.

Booth should have that
report first. He's the lead.

You know, Booth, she
must be really good in bed...

because I can't see any other
reason you keep her around here.

I am... very good. But Booth has
no direct knowledge of that fact.

Okay, okay. Let's all stay
focused here, people, okay?

Sam, you know what? You
should never... But it was a match...

for the gun that killed
Danny's father 30 years ago.

Right. The same gun that was registered
to Harris's old boyfriend, Watkins.

But it was never found.

Everyone we interviewed
at the time said...

Harris would never make a move
without talking to Watkins first.

I told you we need to find him.

Yeah, okay. We will, Sam. You
just gotta give me some room.

Hey, hey, Booth,

don't cut me out.

I've worked my
whole career for this.

As soon as I find something
out, I'll let you know, Sam.

Come on, Bones.

I remember seeing a
picture of him before.

I was going through some old
photographs, cleaning out a closet.

Amy said it was
a... old boyfriend.

Hmm. They keep in contact? No.

I mean, uh, she would
have told me. Why?

You don't think
that... Did he kill her?

How long did you know
about your wife's real identity?

- Yeah, how long?
- I only found out
a couple of weeks ago.

Why didn't you tell me?

What, you didn't think I deserved
to know about my own mother?

She didn't want me to tell
you. She wanted to do it herself.

Your wife never
talked about her past?

She used to say only
the future was important.

What we could do
is change the world.

They didn't agree on how.

Celia was a bit
conservative for Amy.

That never mattered. She
wasn't some crazy radical to me.

She was my mom.

You must've been relieved
she got such a great deal.

- What deal?
- She didn't tell you?

She mentioned she was thinking
of talking to a federal prosecutor,

- but I talked her out of it.
- Well, you do know...

that it's a felony aiding
and abetting a fugitive?

You want to charge me? Fine.

But saving my family
doesn't feel like a crime.

Amy was a-a good
mother, a wonderful wife.

All right. Do you mind
if we take a look around,

see if there's any evidence
linking your wife to Watkins?

The house is yours.
Come on, sweetie.

The only reason we found any lead or copper
in the shoulder was because of the blast.

There was advanced
bone remodeling.

So it's a very old injury.

Yes. Bone had
completely grown over it.

And since it was the same gun that killed
the policeman and was never recovered,

I think we can assume June
Harris was shot during the robbery.

I also found microscopic
lead particles...

on the metacarpals
of the left hand,

with the same degree of
remodeling at the shoulder.

Another gunshot? No.

The same one. The metals
are an identical match.

So she was shot in the hand and
the shoulder with the same bullet?

Is that even possible? Angela could
give us a scenario that could tell us.

I'm creating a
trajectory analysis,

factoring in both the
hand and the shoulder.

These are photos from the
crime scene 30 years ago.

That's the home of the defense
contractor, Gerald Locklear,

where the N.L.A.
burglary occurred.

June Harris and Neil Watkins...

were in Locklear's office
at the back of the house.

The original F.B.I.
photos were crude,

based on fingerprints and
scuff marks on the floor.

It assumes that June stood
guard while Neil emptied the safe.

When Officer Valenti walks in,

surprising them, June
fires, killing Valenti.

But that wouldn't
explain her injuries.

Unless... June
emptied the safe...

- while Neil stood guard.
- Exactly.

Neil aims at Officer Valenti.

But June steps between them,
raises her hands to stop Neil.

But he fires.

She was trying to
protect the policeman.

June Harris was
telling the truth.

She didn't kill Valenti.
Neil Watkins did.

He also made the bomb. The
watch used to make the timer...

was coated with a volatilized pigment
used by the Sawyer Time Company.

- An American flag watch?
- Nice ironic touch.

Watkins always used the same type of
watch when making bombs for the N.L.A.

It was his signature. They found traces
of them in an R.O.T.C. headquarters,

the I.R.S. office. June told him
she was gonna turn herself in.

He wasn't gonna let that
happen. So he made a new bomb...

using an old watch
and killed her.

And he left a message for anyone
who thought the revolution was over.

Sounds like a bad ex-boyfriend.

Well, that's assuming she
was in contact with him.

And we have no way of knowing where that
would've taken place if she had seen him.

Not so sure about that.

I have her air filter.

It's like an
entomological G.P.S.

What's taking Hodgins so long?

It's an exacting process.

Ah. Thank you.

So, um, how'd your
dad like his socks?


That's sort of a way to start
a conversation there, Bones.

I know.

Yeah, look. I'm...

I should never have gotten
in the middle of all this.

I-I'm sorry. I was just...
I'm just trying to help.

He wanted me to
testify on his behalf.

He just wants to use me.
Well, he's a con man, Bones.

That doesn't mean
that he doesn't love you.

He's just looking
for a little payback.

- Payback?
- Yeah. He's thinking
he got arrested...

so he could spend
some more time with you.

You could at least return the favor
by doing something nice for him.

I'm not sure I want a father
who's always keeping score.

Yeah. Sounds like you are too.

You know what? You're right.

This is none of your business.
You know what, Bones?

You're never gonna forgive yourself
if you don't cut the guy some slack...

just because you're
afraid to get hurt.

What the hell is taking
Hodgins so long?

Where's the bombshell
from the bomb squad?

She went back to the
F.B.I. to catalog evidence.

Thank God. She
was driving me crazy.

It was just science
all the time.

Then she tries to destroy
perfectly good evidence.

What about the breasts?

I started thinking about them...

dragging on the
floor when she's 70.

How are you doing?

Well, that burned paper
is a letter that she wrote.

So I'm using the spectral
comparator to locate the ink particles.


The, uh, computer is
rendering the content now, so...

Mm-hmm. You?

I found pollen. Oh.

Most of it Pinus appalachiana.

Shenandoah... pine.

Which is only found on Shenandoah
Mountain in West Virginia.

There was also crushed
Pendleton leatherflower...

in the tire treads,
which is only found...

here in the shale barrens
along the upper Potomac...

It is very secluded... between the
towns of Hendersonville and Maple Flats.


I know where you
can find Watkins.

That's nice work, Hodgins.

You know, my computer is
gonna be rendering for a while.

You want to go to the
medieval storage room?


Booth, what the hell
is taking you so long?

- You told Riley
where Watkins is?
- Yeah. He's meeting us there.

He's too emotional. This
is his case. He's invested.

He's irrational... probably male
menopause. What? He's a good man.

And you know what? There's no
such thing. That is a sexist myth.

Factually, hormone production drops
in your 50s. Sexual desire decreases.

You have to deal with the reduction
in muscle mass, erectile dysfunction...

Hey, let's just keep the
conversation up, shall we?

And there's evidence that
certain men become very unstable.

- Want me to start talking
about your father again?
- You're very testy.

Yeah, and 35. I'm only 35.

Okay, okay. They
have blue pills for that.

No. I don't like this.
This is too quiet.

Wasn't Riley supposed
to meet us? Yeah.

Gee, why didn't you
bring the big one?


Easy, Sam. Put the gun
down. Step away from the body.

Booth, look at him.

He did it to himself.

I didn't do this, Booth.

.38 caliber slug. Matches
the revolver found at the scene.

Now, positioning is consistent
with a self-inflicted gunshot wound,

but could easily
have been staged.

Zack, bring up that hand X-ray.

Look at this.

Asymmetric narrowing on the
first metacarpal phalangeal joints.

Ulnar deviation.
Barely discernible.

Would you like my
finger, Dr. Brennan?

Please. What are
you two thinking?

Neil Watkins had rheumatoid
arthritis in his hands.

This would approximate the
strength of his arthritic finger. Pull.

Harder. I'm trying, Dr. Brennan.

Watkins's fine motor function...

would be no greater than
Zack's gauze-wrapped finger.

- Neil Watkins wasn't able
to pull the trigger.
- He couldn't have shot himself.

If he couldn't pull the trigger,

he wouldn't have the manual
dexterity to assemble the bomb either.

There's one man who knew
exactly how Neil made his bombs.

The same man who worked the
case for 30 years. I'll call Booth.

Hey, Sam.

Dr. Brennan determined
that it wasn't a suicide.

- What?
- The gun was a plant.

Wouldn't be the first time an
agent planted a gun, would it?

Forensics searched
the house, and, uh,

they determined that there
was not enough evidence...

to suggest that Watkins made
the bomb that killed Harris.

What about the watch?
That's the thing, Sam.

It turns out that two Sawyer
Company American flag watches...

were confiscated
in a '74 N.L.A. raid.

We checked the evidence locker.

A lot of things are
missing, including a watch.

It was a dog case, Booth.

That crap was moved
off-site years ago.

You know what
happens during a move.

So, you had a 30-year obsession,

but you didn't keep
track of your evidence?

You have a good
service record, cher.

We could make a deal. Look.

I know you have
to do this dance.

But there is a
real killer out there.

Look, I understand, Sam. I do.

I think...

you should find
yourself a lawyer.

I was cataloging
the watch debris...

and noticed that the oxidation
and bacterial erosion of the metal...

was inconsistent with watches that would
have been stored in evidence for 30 years.

But weren't the watches
discontinued after '76?

Yes, but I found a few available
online for collectors, still sealed.

You traced one to a
buyer? I didn't have to.

Since the watch was 30 years old,
the bomber had to put in a new battery.

He left behind a thumbprint.

The casing protected
it during the blast.

I asked the Bureau
to run the print.

The letter has
finished rendering.

It's not addressed to Watkins.

"Dear Celia,

"I have done terrible
things in my life,

"things I can't change.

"I know how much
pain this will cause you.

"But never forget
how much I love you.

"I know we didn't
always agree on how,

"but we both hoped
for the same thing...

A just world."

The funeral's today?


They seem like every
other normal grieving family.

It's never what it seems, is it?

Mr. Nash, you're under arrest...

for the murder of June
Harris, a.k.a. Amy Nash.

Oh, that's crazy.

I'm sorry, Celia. We
know about the watch.

"Even though I didn't fire the
gun that took that man's life,

"I have to take
responsibility for it,

and for my cowardice,
hiding all these years."

I caught her sneaking out one
night. She'd been seeing him.

- No.
- She betrayed me, Celia. She betrayed us.

How could you do this? Twenty-five
years I believed she loved us,

but she used us to
keep her cover. Let's go.

"I tried to spare you
and your father pain.

"I know what your father thought
when he caught me going to see Neil,

but I would rather die
than betray your father."

She was trying to get
him to surrender too!

She was trying to do
the right thing, Daddy.

Let's go. You've got the right to
remain silent. Anything you say can...

- and will be used against you.
- "If I've learned anything,

"it's that we can never let the chaos and
injustice make us so blind with anger...

that we become
part of the problem."

"Understanding, compassion,
kindness and love...

"are the only true
revolutionary ideals.

"When we compromise those,
we become what we despise,

"and we lose our humanity.

"The world might
see my legacy...

"as one of violence
and destruction.

"But I know that you
are my real legacy,

and for that, I will be
thankful every day."

I-I wasn't sure I'd
ever see you again.

I thought maybe we could see
if we remember that card game.

Yeah, sure.

We'll go over it again.

You know, I've kept this bottle of
single malt in my desk since '75.

I always said when we put
this case to bed, I'd open it.

I'd like you to help
me with that, Booth.

Listen, Sam, I...

I want to apologize.


I would've done the
same thing myself.

Well, maybe not
quite the same thing.

I would've slapped
me around a little bit.

To the changing of the guard.

How much scotch did you drink?

Oh, just enough. You know, I would
have invited you, but Riley, he just...

Wow. He doesn't like you.

- I understand.
- I'm sorry. Was that rude?

Not from someone
who's been drinking.

God. You know,
I love this place.

I love it. I love this country.

You know, I tell you something. If
I was working law enforcement...

back in the day when they threw all that
tea, all right, in the harbor... I'm good.

I'm good. I would've rounded
everybody up, and we'd still be English.

- You think?
- Yep. Yep. Definitely.

I saw my father.

Wow. I didn't think that
you were gonna do that.

As an anthropologist,
I accept change...

as the natural order of things.

But with him, I didn't
allow for transformation.

You know, I predicated his behavior
based on a set of outmoded preconceptions.

It wasn't rational.

Wow. I didn't get any of that.

If I was conducting an objective
experiment on my father,

observing his behavior, I'd...

have to conclude
that he loves me.

Hmm. Why? What happened?

We played cards.


I killed him.

Good for you.


What's that mean?