Bones (2005–2017): Season 6, Episode 15 - The Killer in the Crosshairs - full transcript

Here you are, sir.
Thank you.

What are you doing here?

Ah, day off. Want some company?

You think you can
keep up with me?

Hey, that's my line, Bones.

Oh, no, you don't!

I won!

What do you mean, you won?
I got here first!

No, you took off before me
by approximately two seconds,

which means that you were
both mentally and physically

prepared before you accelerated.
No, no.



You're not gonna science
your way to a win, here.

I won, and you're
buying the coffee.

Okay, listen.
I'll buy the coffee,

because I won, and
I'm a gracious victor.

So, what are you doing on your day off?
I don't know.

You still going to that,
uh, lecture thingy

for the, uh, what is it,
the Peloponnesian War?

Yeah. Yes. Well, you know,
if you want some company.

I, I don't think you'd like it.
It's going to be very dry.

It's war, Bones.

Hey, Paula.

On my way to work.

No. I can't today,

but I can meet you up
at the cabin Friday night.



You kidding? No bother.
Me, too.

Yeah. Where are you?
I said don't be late.

I have the package,

I want to make the exchange,
and get the hell out of here.

Sorry. I'm coming in
from the north side.

Can you see me?

No, I don't.

The rats devoured
the body in hours.

Heart-shaped superior inlet
indicates the victim was male.

Suit was definitely a
giveaway for me, Bones.

You know, I'm sorry we
didn't make the lecture.

Oh, you must be disappointed.

I know how much you
wanted to hear about

Sparta supporting
the rebels in lonia.

You wanted to hear about what?

Oh, Booth is a big fan
of the Peloponnesian War.

He was coming
with me to a lecture.

Oh, of course he was.

Why are you here?

Dead guy. And the fact
that they've recovered

over $150,000 so far.

Stuff like that makes
a federal prosecutor

- like me all tingly.
- Bullet's made out of copper.

Why didn't the shooter
take all that money?

He's only interested
in the kill.

Plus, it's handmade.

This was Broadsky.
Broadsky the sniper?

Your friend who killed
the Gravedigger?

Look, he's not my friend, okay?
We were in the service together.

The bullet severed the C5.

Right. Severing the spinal cord
from the brain stem

is the gold standard
for snipers.

We call it disconnecting
the computer.

You can never have too many
cute phrases for taking a life.

There are no other bullets
around here. It was one shot.

Given the trajectory,
bullet came from over there.

Had to travel through
all that piping

and had to be precise enough
to guarantee a kill.

Broadsky did this.

The ID says the victim
was Walter Crane.

I bet this is someone we'd both
be trying to put away.

It doesn't matter who this was.

Snipers don't get
to make the call,

and Broadsky doesn't
get to make the call.

This ends now.
Broadsky is mine.

You're abnormally quiet today.

Thank you.

Usually by now, you'd have
buried me in factoids

about guns and historical
assassinations.

Yes. For example,
were you aware that...

Why are you pinching your lips shut?
I find that

it helps prevent
me from blurting.

My sponsor

believes that it's very
important that I restrain my

compulsion to use
facts to keep people

at arm's length.
Emotionally.

And that I should
actually be having

more conversations like this,
which I, I find...

awkward.

Would it help if we turned to
the case in front of us?

God, yes.
Uh, cause of death

is high-velocity trauma,

resulting in the severing of

the spinal cord, here.

Identification found
on the remains

suggests that this is
a man named Walter Crane.

Walter Crane was born
and raised in Virginia.

That's correct.

Look at the isotope ratios
from his bone apatite.

Nitrogen levels suggest
a Midwesterner.

I think we need Angela to do
a facial reconstruction.

You would like to ascertain that
this man is indeed Walter Crane,

a construction worker
from Virginia.

It appears that these
remains and this identity

do not correspond.

Hello, sweetness.

Dad!

Hi. I thought
you were

taking Europe by storm.

Well, if anybody asks, that's
exactly what I'm doing.

Let me look at you.

You're one fine, fine woman.

Okay, Dad, what do you want?

Your first-born child.

You know, to a lot of people,

that would totally
freak them out.

I heard his name in one bad

get-down, boogiein'
blues number.

Isn't that exactly how
you found my name?

Yes, it is, and that's a fact.

The name that I hated so much

that I changed it
as soon as I could?

It's still your name.

Not legally.

Well, what things are
got nothing to do with

legal or not legal.
They just are.

Dad, traditionally,
the father of the child

does have some say
over the name.

Well, sweetness,

the child's name
came to me in a song.

Between an E 7th heaven

and A minor genius.

It was like hearing it from
the lips of God himself.

All right.

That's true.
I'll tell Hodgins.

Well, I guess if you feel
you gotta, then... you gotta.

These are the bills found
with the victim's body.

All hundreds, right?
Yes.

But guess what I found on them.

Blood? On account that he was
shot to death

with a high-powered rifle?

Yes, blood, of course, blood.

But guess what else I found.

Does this look like
a guessing face?

Right. Okay.

Sodium hypochlorite.

Salt?
No. Bleach.

Guy bleached his money?
Yeah.

Why?
You know who this is?

Abraham Lincoln.
He's pretty famous. Yes,

but hundred-dollar bills should
feature Benjamin Franklin.

You see what happened here?

Yeah. I get it.
These are counterfeit bills!

I got it. The counterfeiter
bleaches five-dollar bills,

and then reprints over it with
much higher denominations.

Hodgins, I'm a
federal agent. Okay?

I know how
counterfeiting works.

They do that because it's much,
much tougher

to counterfeit the paper
than the printing.

Okay. Yeah. I'm done.

Dead guy's a counterfeiter.

That makes sense, that Broadsky
would go after a counterfeiter.

Why does that make sense?
Hey! But why?!

Seeley Booth.
Yeah, that's me.

I checked it out
with Witness Protection.

Our victim was in the program.
Mmm.

Funny thing about Witness Protection...
What's that?

It sort of comes with
a built-in motive

for murder attached,
doesn't it?

That's why
they need protection.

Walter Coolidge.

All right. It makes sense

that Broadsky would go after
a guy like him.

That's right. Broadsky goes
after bad guys.

Doesn't make him right.

Of course it doesn't
make him right.

It just bleeds off a little
of our motivation

to catch him right away.

Coolidge flipped on Ortiz,
and sent him to prison.

Is he still there?
No.

Why? Thought he had life.

Ortiz isn't currently in prison

because he's sitting
in your interrogation room.

You're the best.

Tell me something I don't know.

Well, this is nice...
getting out.

It's like a field trip,
you know?

- Remember him?
- Sure.

He did some nice work for me.

Taking your drug-stained
small bills

and giving them new life
as hundred-dollar bills?

I'm offended at the allegation.

I hired Walter
as an art consultant.

He testified against you.

Said he saw you give the order

to have three undercover
operatives killed;

Which testimony put you
where you are today.

And look where that got him.
Where did it get him?

Dead. Broadsky gave you some kind of proof?
A photograph?

Come on, guys.
Save yourself some pain, huh?

I'm in for triple-life.

Seems to me you know
who this guy is.

You should just go get him.
What do you need me for?

I need to know how you
got in touch with him.

Why would I tell you?

I can arrange
to have you transferred

to a medium-security
federal penitentiary.

And if you don't,
she'll send you to Angola.

And no Internet, which I suspect

is the spicy part
of your sex life.

If I ever talked to this guy--

which I never did--

it's because he called me.

And if a target was suggested--
which it never was--

it's because it came from him,
not from me.

What was the price?
Money doesn't mean much to me

in prison-- I forget.

He's going to do this again.
You know that.

Somebody else is going to die.

I understand.

Someone as skilled
as your sniper

likes to ply his trade, huh?

I wish I knew more, but all
I did was answer the phone.

Now, when will I be moving
to California?

Did I say California?

No.

Why does it make sense to you

that Broadsky killed
a counterfeiter?

Counterfeiters are bad guys.

Look at Broadsky's victims.

I mean, they're all people
who got away with something.

Who cares
about his twisted motives?

The question is,

how did Broadsky even know
where to find Coolidge?

He was supposed
to be in Witness Protection.

Okay, if Broadsky
has an inside man

at the U.S. Marshals' Office,
he'd definitely be able

to track down Coolidge
or the Gravedigger.

But you said
that Broadsky works alone.

Isn't that what snipers do?

Wow. Really? You're gonna
say it like that?

Okay, not all snipers
are the same.

I am not him.

Nothing I said
made any such allusion.

Okay, okay, kids.

Let's take a breath.

There are only 18 marshals
in the D.C. office.

I'll have their files pulled,

and we'll see if any of them
have a connection to Broadsky.

Great.

This is just
what happens, Hodgins.

He picks the baby's name.

It's a family tradition.

And you're okay with that?

I didn't even think about it.

But it's-it's our kid, Ange.
Ours.

And he's my dad.

He's our dad now.

Who gave you a name that is so
terrible you had to change it.

Listen, honey, I would not
fight him on this.

He is a Texas Twister, and

you can't win.
This is what you really want?

We don't even know
what name he's chosen.

You might love it.

Don't you think that we should

wait and hear what it is?

Listen, the last thing
I want to do

is get between you
and your father.

Good.
But...

But? Hey.
Mind if I join you?

Hey, Sweets.
No. Please.

I actually have
a question for you.

Oh, great. Shoot.
Probably not a term

I should use during
a murder investigation, huh?

Right. Anyway,
Angela's father...

Oh, God.
What?

Are you gonna ask me some
interpersonal family question...?

Is that so strange?

- You are a shrink.
- He wants to name

our baby.

We're not supposed
to have any input.

Now, that is weird, right?

Well, you know,
it's-it's complicated,

of course,
as all family issues are.

I... No, I'd rather not shoot
from the hip on this one.

Perhaps some research
and reflection...

Oh, you are avoiding this.

No. No, I'd just

be remiss if I didn't consult
my books, you know?

I have so many books.

You are afraid of him.

Come on. Afraid?

Am I...? Yes, I'm afraid.

He is a very sweet man.

He kidnapped Hodgins,
and gave him a tattoo

while he was unconscious,
Angela.

Yeah, but he-he loves
that tattoo now.

Don't you, babe?

I don't... I have a lot
of work to do.

I'm gonna get takeout
or something.

You are running away.

I'm walking.

Listen, I think
what Sweets is saying is

that you should just
give this one up.

I mean, we're gonna
love this kid so much

that the name
isn't gonna matter at all.

I can't find any U.S. marshal
who worked on both

the Gravedigger case
and Broadsky's latest victim.

Yeah, well, anyone with high
enough security clearance

could definitely
access the files.

Wait a second.

Paula Ashwaldt.

Bones, I might have something.

Yeah. This marshal served

in the Fourth Brigade
Combat Team in Afghanistan.

Well, nothing
in Broadsky's file

mentions the Fourth
Brigade Combat Team.

Well, it's amazing what the
official record doesn't show,

especially when it
comes to snipers.

Paula Ashwaldt.

See this action?

It got her the Purple Heart.

There's no mention of a sniper.

Broadsky was there.

Her unit came under attack.

He saved their bacon.

How do you know?

'Cause he told me.

That's our girl.

If Broadsky did this,

he-he did it on his own.

Yup.
Outside the command structure.

Saved 12 soldiers' lives,
including Paula Ashwaldt.

You admire him.

For his actions there, yeah.

Not for what he's doing now.

I got to talk to
this Paula Ashwaldt.

Corporal Ashwaldt.

Special Agent Booth, FBI.

I'd like
to ask you a few questions.

Miss Ashwaldt.

I'm not in the service anymore.

Is there a problem?

I'm afraid there is.

You've been in contact
with a Jacob Broadsky?

I-I'm sorry.

I'm not supposed to
talk to law enforcement

without a supervisor present.

I don't know if that would be
a really good idea,

'cause the information
you have provided Mr. Broadsky

has resulted in the death
of at least three people.

Yeah. I have no idea what you're
talking about, Agent Booth.

You owe him your life.
I understand.

I know what that means.

I was in the military, too.

But what he's doing now--
he's a murderer.

Please get out of my way.

See this woman?
He killed her

because she was in the way.

No other reason.
You helped him do that.

Look at her.
She was 29.

This is what he did to her.

She was saving
to go back to school.

I-I didn't know.

His target was Taffet,
the Gravedigger.

She was a monster,

but Jacob

promised no one else
would be hurt.

He killed someone two days ago.

Oh, God.

Did you ever leave him alone
with your computer?

I... I trusted him.

I need a name.
It could be anyone.

There are thousands
of names in those files.

Thousands.

I know you have to take me in,

but maybe
you could give me time--

one soldier to another--
to do the right thing?

You find anything,
anything at all, you call me.

Of course.

Asaldt said that
Broadsky's been using her cabin

because he likes to hunt.
Well, that's an understatement.

Well, she's going through
her database right now to see

what files might have
been tampered with.

We're going to get this guy,

and he's not going
to keep doing this.

Your words are quite ironic.
What do you mean?

I imagine Broadsky
would say the same thing

as he stalks his prey.

Except I'm the
good guy, he isn't.

Well, but you both led a life

in which you were paid
to take lives.

Why are you doing this?

I'd just like to understand.

I admire your certainty,

but since good and bad are
such subjective concepts,

how could you ever be sure
you were doing the right thing?

Okay, well, it's not
subjective to me.

I mean, there's good,
and there's evil.

Life is all about taking
sides, and Broadsky--

well, he joined the wrong team.

You think Broadsky's here?

I'm not gonna take
any chances, okay?

You just stay in the car.
What?

Just stay in the car.

Please, Bones,
just get back in the car!

Those ravens are carrion birds.

That's fascinating.

Will you get back
in the car now?

Why? Broadsky
isn't here.

If he were, first
order logic tells us

that we'd either be
dead or in a shootout.

Stop that!
What are you doing?

What?
Get back in the car.

If he were present,
he'd shoot, wouldn't he?

Just... Bones, will you
get back in the car?

What are you...? Bones?

There must be meat nearby.
That's why

the birds are here.

That wall is very unusual.

It seems primitive in design.

It's like someone
built a hallway

in the middle of nowhere.

Odd way to hunt.

Fragmentation along the skull
seems to be consistent

with some type of explosion.

How did he make this shot?

What kind of rounds did he use?

It's like he was using the deer
as target practice.

Which means
he's planning another kill.

Booth.

Right.

Paula Ashwaldt just
killed herself at her desk.

Please tell me that
this meat is not human.

No, it's venison.

We found it frozen

in the suicide
victim's cabin freezer.

I'm confused.

Are we investigating a murder,

or preparing lunch
for the Palin family?

Booth believes
Broadsky was practicing.

Decomposition suggests

that this deer was killed
approximately 48 hours ago.

Oh, and the deer
was killed with a shotgun.

Notice the metal fragments
scattered throughout the flesh.

Snipers don't tend to use
shotguns, Mr. Nigel-Murray.

What weapon,
aside from a shotgun,

fired at very close range,
could cause

this type of fragmentation?

Finding the answer starts with

asking the correct question.

You just asked
the correct question.

I'll map and remove
the fragments,

take them to Hodgins,

see what the, uh,
physical makeup can tell us.

Hi, Booth.

Jacob.

Welcome to my home.

Can I get you anything?

I just want
to talk for a minute.

You want to talk.

Talk about what?

Paula.

Yeah, I heard.

What did you say
to make Paula kill herself?

Must have been
very mean-spirited.

You think that's my fault?

Yeah.

Funny thing is, so do you.

You never could stand

the idea of collateral damage.

Do me a favor.

You either shoot me, or you get
the hell out of my house.

You and me both-- we've always
been on the same side.

No, you're off
the reservation, pal.

You want to do the right thing,
you give me that gun,

and you let me take you in.

I'll tell you what.

The day I wake up

and there are no more bad people
that need killing,

you're the one I come to.

I'm coming after you, Jacob.

It's my job.

There's something
you should consider, Booth.

Of all the people that have died
in our little clash of wills,

Paula was the only good person.

I really liked her.

And you're the reason
she's dead.

So tell me,

standing in front of God,

which one of us will be judged
more harshly?

And here I thought
you were a Buddhist.

My conscience is clear.

That's the problem.

I'm coming after you,

I'm gonna catch you,

and next time I have you
in my sights,

I'm not aiming for your knees.

Good to know,

because if that moment comes,

I will not hesitate to make

that sweet son of yours
fatherless.

He'll be the collateral damage.

He was in your apartment?

Yes.

Why didn't you,

I don't know, jump up
and judo-karate-kung fu the man?

The guy was holding a gun on me.

He doesn't miss.

Maybe that's
what he came there for--

you know, that thing where
a killer wants

to get caught and punished

for his wicked, wicked ways.

No, he doesn't have that;
He would have shot me,

and if he gets another chance,
he's gonna take me out.

Cher, did the man get to you?

You know what?
It would actually help

if you wanted to put
the man in prison.

Oh, I most definitely do.

Well, you're the one who says
that you can't argue

with the choices that Broadsky
makes on who he's gonna shoot.

Yeah, I can't fault that, but
now the man has crossed a line.

Causing a suicide?
No.

Man sneaks into your house,
threatens you with a gun.

That's unforgivable.

He should get lethally injected
just for that.

Hodgins says

the fragments are titanium

with some tungsten
and other alloys.

Yeah, typical bullet stuff.

But it is not a
bullet, correct?

It's a mass of pellets?

Well, no, look at this.

Oh, it is a bullet.

Yeah, looks like it,

although it's big--
.110 caliber minimum.

I mean, any larger

and we'd have to call
this thing a shell.

How does a single bullet
fragment into 154 fragments?

Well, at first I thought that
it must have been a ricochet,

but look at the tip.

There's no sign of impact.

Right. So what kind
of bullet fragments

before it hits anything?

What's this?

It appears to be the remnants
from some kind of circuitry

that Vincent dug out
of the deer meat.

What if the circuitry
is part of the bullet?

I mean, this is
a computer chip.

You can program it.

Which suggests
you can program the bullet.

Yeah, which means

we're looking at something
from the future.

Time travel is
physically impossible.

Yeah, but so is a bullet that
you can program like a computer.

Like we didn't have it
bad enough with the old kind.

Agent Booth.
Is this a bad time?

No, no, come in.

Look, I don't want you to think

that I have
a problem here, okay?

Okay. I just need to
talk some things out

because I'm starting
to talk to myself,

and I'm sounding like a loon.

Sure, have a seat.

It's this, uh, you know, this
whole thing with, with Broadsky.

Bones keeps equating me

with him 'cause, you know,

'cause we were snipers
and, you know, we're the same.

Hey, you're supposed to say,

"No, you're not the same."

Do you actually think I view
you and Broadsky the same way?

I never wanted
to pull the trigger.

Do you understand me?

It was a war,
it was a necessity,

that was my responsibility.

I understand. It was a terrible
act for the greater good.

Now, why does Bones
question that?

Does she really,
or are you questioning it?

Why are you asking me questions?

Didn't I just say
I just wanted to come in here

and talk some things out?

Just hear me out
for a second here.

Okay.

I don't get it.

Broadsky was a good man.

I don't understand
what happened to him.

I mean, what gives him the right
to make these kind of calls?

Would you like me
to answer that?

Sure, yeah, I would
love an answer,

yeah, that's why I'm here.

Being the cause
of someone's death,

no matter
what the circumstances,

leaves a man
with a great burden,

and people deal with that
burden in different ways.

You know, some,
some celebrate it.

They relish the power as a way

of justifying
what they have done.

Others,
like Broadsky--

they justify another way.

They feel that it's their
destiny to mete out justice.

They convince themselves

that they have
the moral high ground

to make these calls.

It's the only way they can live
with what they've done.

What about me?

From my perspective,
you're a healthy man.

You can accept
what you've done and the pain

and sadness and regret
that comes with it.

You know, not everybody
has the strength

to deal with that reality.

It's a testament to you
that you've built this life

with family and friends
who love and respect you.

Booth, that can't be easy.

It kills me that Bones thinks

that taking someone's life
means nothing to me.

Have you talked to her about it?

I don't go there anymore.

That's over.

Okay.

You got to get back to work

and then I have to get back
to work, too, all right?

If you need me again, Booth...

Thanks, really,
I got what I needed.

Okay, so I got this demo from
the Department of Defense.

Now, this has to be
the bullet that Broadsky used.

It's called a smart bullet.

More like a bomb.

Well, essentially it is.

It matches the damage
to the deer's skull.

The rifle is an AM-40.

You set the distance you want
the bullet to detonate.

I'm sorry, why would anyone want
a bullet to explode in midair?

Well, here's why.

The rifle is perfect

for fighting insurgents
in Afghanistan.

That's how he
managed the impossible shot

on the practice range

and why he built walls
in the middle of a field.

Broadsky's next target must be

in a location
that's difficult to access.

Otherwise,
he wouldn't need this weapon.

There's one little problem.

This bullet has a diameter
of 25 millimeters.

The diameter of the bullet
we recovered is 20 millimeters.

And the circuitry we found
was custom-made.

You mean Broadsky

made the weapon himself?

Booth says
it's too sophisticated,

even for Broadsky.

Glad you could stop by.

I'm sure you are.

So, about the baby's name...

Right, it came to me
during a song.

Can't be more perfect than that,
can it?

I'm sure it must be
very meaningful...

for you.

This is what Angie wants,
you know.

Well, I... I know
that this is,

you know, what, what you want

Angie to want,
and since she loves you,

she wants it,
and since I love her,

I'm trying to, to want it, too,

because I want
to make her happy.

Well, that's probably
good enough.

So the name that came to you?

It could work
for either a boy or a girl.

That's the beauty part.

Great.

Staccato Mamba.

Staccato Mamba?

Yeah, yeah, I-I didn't see
that one coming.

You want to know what it means?

No, no, that's okay because
it's not going to happen.

Now, look, you can,
you can attack me with dogs,

okay, you can burn me
with a branding iron,

hell, you can make me listen
to a musical.

I don't care,

but we are not naming
our child Staccato Mamba.

You know what you're
doing here, right?

You have a child named
Staccato Mamba.

We'll have Michael Joseph,
if it's a boy

or Katherine Temperance
if it's a girl.

Michael or Katherine?

That's right.

Michael or Katherine.

I-I'll be going...

for now.

Oh, God.

Mr. Winkler, I'm Caroline Julian
with the Justice Department.

Seeley here assures me
you're the sweetest,

most considerate arms dealer
he has ever met.

Actually, I'm more
of an arms maker.

Oh, and did you make
a smart bullet prototype

for Jacob Broadsky?

In my line of work,
discretion is paramount.

Discretion can also be
an accessory to murder.

I know my law, Seeley.

I can't be charged
for simply selling ammunition.

Well, you see, cher,
I am the law

and I can charge your scrawny
ass with whatever I want.

I like the challenge.

I'm a patriot.

Do you remember
when you and Jacob

were first deployed to Iraq

and the army didn't have enough
body armor for its soldiers?

The Kevlar vest
I made you--

how many rounds did that absorb?

We're not talking
about that now.

I believe it was three.

Thank you card
would have been nice.

Problem is,
Broadsky's not active military.

Well, he's on loan out
for a special assignment.

Yeah, I did my due diligence.

I saw the paperwork.

He probably could have shown you
phony passports, too.

You'd accept anything that
could make you a little money.

Now it's a crime to be
a capitalist in America?

He's killed three people
so far, three.

Counting the service,
a lot more than that

if memory serves.

How many for you, Seeley, huh?

Really, you want me
to add you to the list?

This is abuse.

I don't see anything.

Must have something in my eye.

You give me something
on Broadsky

or I swear I will make
your life a living hell.

And I'll put you
out of business.

You'll be recycling Kalashnikovs

in a hut in Sudan.

I don't know where he is.

All he told me were the specs
I needed to design the bullet.

Which were?

Draw.

It was going to be used
in a rectangular room,

30 feet long by 18 feet.

It has marble paneling
and a marble floor

and a ceiling--
12 feet high, made of copper.

It has a window
on this wall--

one by four feet,

the bottom sill eight
feet off the floor.

When did he pick up
the bullets?

He didn't.

I dropped them off in a locker
at the bus station.

When?

He said he needed them by today.

That doesn't give us
much time, cherie.

I've taken the parameters
of the room

and cross-referenced them

with architectural
plans on file with D.C.

There have to be
tens of thousands.

Yeah.

Using the materials
that Winkler described,

it narrows down to a building
that had to be constructed

before 1939.

Wait a minute.

Marble, copper ceiling,

before 1939.

Yeah. The parameters
are all in there.

I know where it is.

You do?

It's the women's bathroom

in the federal courthouse.

Well, I'm sure
there are other...

Yep, that's the one.

All right, Bones.
What do you think?

It fits the
measurements exactly.

The cladding and the floor
are both marble.

The ceiling is copper.

I think Caroline was right.
This is the place.

Right. So this bathroom
serves two courtrooms.

Shouldn't we evacuate
the building?

No. If we do that, Broadsky,
he's just gonna take off.

You know, he's going to wait
for another chance.

You know, snipers are patient.

Like you.
All right. So, right now,

we know the where.
We pretty much know the when.

We just got
to figure out the who.

We can look through the dockets
and identify possible targets

using Sweets' profile.
It's gonna take too long.

Angela, did you
do your thing yet?

I've got the courthouse,

and I entered the elevation
and distance

of Broadsky's practice shot.

The computer
is looking for it now.

Okay, got it.

There is one location
that matches the practice shot.

It's a rooftop

at Riggs and 18th.

Riggs and 18th?

Thanks. Riggs and 18th.

That's where Broadsky's
going to set up.

Let's go.
Okay. Wait.

Where-Where are we going?
Roof.

No, you're going
the wrong way, Booth.

I got to get to my vehicle.
I got to get my rifle.

Wait. Shouldn't we call
in SWAT and helicopters?

No, no.
We do that, Broadsky is gone.

You got to trust me on this one.

Booth.

I want to ask you a question,

but I find it makes me anxious.

Okay, well, go.

Forget it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait a second.

Partners don't
say "forget it."

Okay.

Here's my question.

Are you doing this
so you can kill Broadsky

or because it's
the best way to stop him?

It's the only way.
Listen, Bones.

You got to trust
me on this one.

Trust that I'm going
to do the right thing.

I trust you.

Let's go.

Caroline is asking
if we see anything.

The answer's still no, and
tell her to stop asking.

Booth says, "stop asking."

I don't wait well.
I'm an action person.

Waiting makes my teeth hurt.

Her teeth hurt.

Okay.

Nothing.

Maybe we're in the wrong place.

Or the wrong time.

Maybe Angela got it wrong.

Or Broadsky saw us?

No, I doubt that.

Well, the courtrooms
are both clear now.

Nothing here except
for a few lawyers,

and bailiffs, like that.

The courtrooms are clear now.

No defendants?

No defendants?

No female defendants.

There's a female
defense attorney.

There's a female
defense attorney.

Any high-profile cases?

Did she set some psycho free?

Any high-profile cases?

No. She's just some lackey
from a big firm.

This is the first case
she's handling alone.

She's no one important.

Who is she defending?
I mean, what did he do?

Who is she defending?

Um, Gregory Allen.

Corrupt cop.

Charged with bribery,
accessory to murder.

Looks to me like he's
looking to plead out.

Ooh, a bad cop named Allen,

bribery and murder charges.

Can we just put her
on speaker phone?

What's the story?

Says here

he took a bribe not
to arrest a hit and run driver

who killed
a woman and two kids.

That sounds like
Broadsky's target.

Why would Broadsky focus
on the women's bathroom

if his target is a man?

Booth?
Yeah?

Architecture is often
much like the human body.

What are you getting at?
There's a certain symmetry,

anterior, posterior.

There's a mirror image.

Of course. The men's bathroom

looks just like
the women's bathroom.

Caroline, the target
is the men's bathroom.

We're going to the other
side of the building.

There he is.

I got Broadsky.

He's definitely
going after the cop.

I'm going to need you
to be my spotter.

No, I'm not trained
for that type of work.

Come on, Bones.
For God's sake.

You're brilliant.
Just pick up the range finder.

Okay? Look through it.

Find Broadsky,
and just give me a read.

382 yards,

18 inches.
Temperature?

54 degrees Fahrenheit.

Okay, the bad cop
is on the move,

heading toward the bathroom.

Wind speed here...
I feel it on my cheek.

I estimate five miles per hour,
coming from the south.

Okay, Bones. I need wind
velocity on Broadsky there.

You see a flag? Anything.

Booth, I don't...
I don't see anything.

Bogey is in the can.

I repeat, Bogey is in the can.

There's got to be something.
There's always something.

I-I don't know. I don't...

Five miles an hour,
intermittent,

from the southwest.

You did it. Did you...
Did you hit Broadsky?

Only had a clear shot
at his weapon.

22705, requesting assistance.

Look, I need a ten-block
perimeter for a murder suspect.

Shots fired.
Suspect is armed and dangerous.

Roger that.
Do you think the police will be able to catch him?

No. No. We missed him.

He's long gone.

You with us, son?

What happened?

Same old, same old.

Celebratory tequila.

It don't sit well
with you, boy.

Ah, ah, ah.

I tried to talk you out
of it, but you insisted.

No. No, I didn't.

You said it was a sign
of your gratitude.

Gratitude? For what?

That I conceded the right

for you to name your children

whatever boring,
non-inspirational name you like.

You like that I stood up to you.

You don't seem to
be doing any kind

of standing up at the moment.

Till next time.

Angie?

Uh, you're gonna have
to come and get me.

Tequila.

Your dad.

But we won.

Look,

Broadsky needed to
be caught or killed.

I messed up. All right?
He's still out there.

But so are we.

Most importantly, you.

What's that supposed to mean?

That eventually,
you will get him.

Why are you angry at me?

Forget it.

No. You can't say "forget it"

to your partner.
You taught me that.

I just...

I don't like the idea
that my partner thinks

that me and Jacob Broadsky

are alike.

You are similar in many ways.

Great. Thanks, Bones.

But not in the most
important way.

How...

How can I put this in
a way that you will understand?

Why don't you try and say
it in teeny tiny words?

Oh... Okay.

Broadsky is bad.

You... are good.

That's as simply
as I can put it.

All right.
You don't believe in absolutes

like "good" or "bad."

All right? You think
it's where people stand.

From where I stand,

you are good,
and Broadsky's bad.

Thanks for standing there,
Bones.

I'm standing right
beside you, Booth.

Like always.

Like I always will.

I'm being metaphoric,
of course.

Because we are
currently sitting.

Thank goodness.

'Cause I thought I'd shrunk.

That's funny, because
you made a joke

based on relative position,

which goes back thematically

to our discussion
of situational morality.

That's not why it's funny.
Tell me another one.

- You got another joke?
- No!