Bones (2005–2017): Season 8, Episode 15 - The Shot in the Dark - full transcript
When Brennan is shot while working late at the Jeffersonian lab, she is rushed to the hospital in critical condition. While at the hospital, she struggles with visions of her mother that ...
The victim was
found on the rocks...
underneath
the New River Gorge Bridge.
Slanted temporal bone,
prominent nasal spine...
and the ectocranial
suture closure indicate...
the decedent is male,
late 30s, early 40s.
Nice call.
The way he's broken up, I'd have
I.D.'d him as Humpty-Dumpty.
The only fracturing I've seen like this is
from a skydiver whose chute didn't open.
The New River Gorge Bridge.
Ah, that thing is
over 876 feet high.
We could be
looking at a suicide.
He's crawling with insects, so
time of death should be simple.
I'd say it looks like maybe
five or six days.
I have enough tissue for D.N.A.
and a tox screen.
Some of the heart muscle's
been recently damaged.
Hey, if I was falling 876 feet,
I'd have a heart attack too.
How soon can you examine the
tissue and clean the bones?
A few hours.
You can go home.
Then I will put Christine to bed.
Perhaps she'll enjoy hearing
Humpty-Dumpty.
So, you know, I'm thinking
maybe next month...
me, you and Christine, we could
rent a cabin at, uh, Palmer River,
and we can go fishing, huh?
She's 14 months old, Booth.
She enjoys the comforts
of home...
far more than she would
a cabin in the woods.
Come on.
You don't know that.
There has been copious research
done by pediatricians...
and cognitive specialists that-
Bones, it's a family thing, all right?
All of us will be together.
- It's impractical, Booth.
- Sometimes it's good not to be practical.
Sometimes it's good just to have
fun, right? Create memories.
Christine wouldn't retain
conscious access-
to a memory made at 14 months.
The neural network-I'm sorry.
What is it with you, huh?
Why are you angry?
Why?
Because sometimes I would just
like us to do something...
without you having to ask, you
know, some scientist if it's okay.
I don't want to fight
in front of Christine.
Why? She won't be able
to access her memory, huh?
Why are you so afraid
to be spontaneous?
You want Christine to grow up like that?
So now I'm a bad mother?
No! No!
I'm not saying that at all.
Why don't you put her to bed, and I will
go back to the lab and finish my work.
Whoa, wait a second. You're
really misunderstanding me here.
You've been quite clear, Booth.
Being rational makes me no fun
and a bad mother.
I didn't say that.
I said that you're not spontaneous.
- There's a difference there.
- Is this spontaneous enough for you? Good-bye.
Great.
Civilization is based
on rational thought.
There is no certainty
without evidence.
To dismiss the empirical
with foolish emotionalism-
Somebody's burning
the midnight oil.
Oil hasn't been used as a light
source for over a hundred years, Hal.
I thought someone was
here with you. No.
No, I-l was-
I was making notes.
You gonna be here long? I got
to mark it in the logbook.
A few hours.
So,
what's the story with this guy?
Initially, indications were
that he jumped from a bridge,
but since he suffered
a prior heart attack,
and given that he landed
on his back,
the injuries to his right
supraorbital margin-
You know I don't know what
you're saying, right? I'm sorry.
Simply put, it appears
as if he was murdered...
and then thrown from the bridge
to obscure that fact.
And with that, I'll resume my important
duties and go check the bathroom.
Have a good night.
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Victim appears to have
good skeletal health,
aside from the injuries
from the fall.
Hal, I'm working right now.
I-l can't talk.
Hal?
Bones. Bones, you here?
Look, I'm sorry, all right? You're
the best mother in the world.
I miss you.
Christine misses you.
Bones?
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Bones.
Bones.
Bones, are you all right?
All right.
Just stay with me here.
- Bones, stay with me.
- [ Crying 1
Yeah, this is Agent Booth. Listen, I
need an ambulance at the Jeffersonian...
in the bone room now.
Now!
Okay, stay with me, Bones.
Is anyone here?
I need some help!
Just stay with me, okay? Everything's
gonna be fine. Stay with me.
Bones, wake up. Stay with me.
You gotta fight.
Everything's gonna be fine.
Just-
Okay, Christine.
Hello, Tempe.
Mom.
We're at the hospital, Bones.
You're gonna be all right.
Systolic is 55.
She's brady at 30.
- What's that mean?
- Sir, please step back.
- What's that mean?
- It means she's lost a lot of blood.
- Please, let us work.
- Stay with me, all right, Bones?
You gotta fight.
You gotta fight, Bones.
You gotta fight!
Christine's-
Just stay with me.
Stay with me.
Okay. I
understand what's happening.
What's happening?
I'm hallucinating.
Wow. Most people get shot...
and appear in another reality,
they ask themselves
if maybe they're in heaven.
I don't believe in heaven.
And yet here you are, having a
conversation with your dead mother.
You aren't actually here, Mom.
I lost consciousness...
while my adrenal system
was working overtime.
My brain is struggling to
make sense of what's happened.
The house is
exactly as I remember it.
Dad's Barcalounger, the
horrible bouquet floral sofa.
You helped me pick that out.
You said you liked flowers.
I guess I've changed.
You most definitely
have changed.
Tell me about your life.
Since you're nothing more...
than a projection of my imagination,
you know everything about me
already.
Come on. Humor me.
I'm with a man.
I have a daughter.
What's her name?
Christine.
Her name is Christine.
I'm honored.
And the man?
Booth.
I love them both very much.
I have to get back to them.
Oh, Tempe, I'm afraid
it's not your decision.
Whose decision is it?
You know what I'm going to say.
This is not real.
You are still the most stubborn
creature on God's green earth.
I do not believe in God!
I have to get back.
Her pressure's back up.
Hemoglobin level?
Still below six.
Her superior mesenteric
artery's been partially torn.
- You need to go up on the vasopressin.
- Thank you, Dr. Saroyan.
We'd have never
guessed that ourselves.
I apologize.
She's my friend,
and I'd really rather not have
her end up in my autopsy room.
I apologize. You give us any
damn advice you please.
I'll just feel a lot better
when we find that bullet.
- Nothing is showing on the X-rays.
- But that's crazy.
That we agree on,
because there's also no exit wound.
The bullet has to be
behind some bone.
When she's stable, we take more
X-rays from different angles.
She's in V-tach.
Damn it. Defibrillator.
Get that separator out now!
Clear!
Please, please.
Clear!
I hate to say I told you so,
but it's not your decision.
Why am I in these clothes? You
always loved that sweater.
I was wearing it when you left.
I know.
I have to get back.
How's your father?
I have to go back.
I have a daughter.
I know how you feel. Once I had
to leave my daughter behind too.
I'm pretty sure it killed me.
You had to leave us, Morn.
You did what you had to do for Russ and me.
We understand.
No, see, this is your
one small problem-
is that you think that you can understand
things that are simply not understandable.
They throw you for a loop.
Throw me for a loop?
Yes.
Seeley?
She's stable.
Thank you.
Her heart stopped.
Twice.
Twice? But she's out of surgery.
Still critical. Thank God you
weren't five minutes later.
No, it's a miracle, right?
Bones, she doesn't believe in God.
You know, since-
it's the only explanation, right?
Well, for some reason,
you got it into your head...
that you had to see
the woman you love.
Any word on the shooter?
I don't know.
There's a security guard.
He was also found dead on the
second floor in the stairwell.
Hal?
Yeah.
But-Why would
anybody kill Hal?
I don't know. No one knows.
There was nothing touched,
nothing disturbed.
There's got to be some kind
of a connection here.
Look, I need to go back
to the lab.
I'll autopsy Hal, and if I
can find the bullet in him,
that'll give us a jump
on Dr. Brennan's attacker.
What? Why?
Because there is no bullet
in Brennan.
And no exit wound.
That's not possible, Cam.
It's got to be a small caliber,
maybe a .22 stuck behind the ribs.
Seeley, they're bringing her out
in a few minutes.
Your place is here with her,
not out working the case.
I know. Right, okay.
Okay.
All right.
That's Dr. Brennan's blood.
I can't believe that
she survived this.
I wonder if it has something to do
with this case Brennan was working.
That's what I was thinking. Unless
I'm one of your prime suspects.
Clark, hey, man. Stepping
in on the bone stuff.
This could be dangerous. Yeah,
well, my middle name is danger.
It's actually Thomas,
but-Thomas.
His name's Thomas Edison.
Good luck.
Oh, hey, so, how's Booth?
Holding up.
- Did you call Clark?
- No, he actually showed up on his own.
Here's something Dr. Brennan must've
found just before she got shot.
Tiny and metallic. Okay, well,
that'll be my department.
Maybe you can find something.
- Why, what's wrong?
- Preliminary X-rays showed no bullet in Hal.
No bullet in Hal.
No bullet in Dr. Brennan.
- What? They were both shot.
- That's correct.
That doesn't make any sense.
Big entry wound, no exit wound.
White, cauterized tissue
and a vanishing bullet.
Itdoesnl make any sense at all.
Bones, I'm right here.
Booth.
Where-
What happened? Just relax.
All right?
You're in the hospital.
All right? You were shot.
What?
I had a dream.
I didn't understand.
You don't have to
understand, okay?
Everything's gonna be okay now.
All right? It was cold...
when I was shot.
That happens, all right?
You lost a lot of blood.
Not from blood loss.
Cold at the wound site.
Here you go, Booth.
She's up.
Oh, my God, Tempe.
Easy.
I'm okay, Dad.
You flatlined.
Max, she doesn't need
to know the details.
Where's Christine? I thought I heard
her with you when you found me.
It's all right.
She's in day care.
Oh. I'll take good care of her.
I'll pick her up.
All right.
Look, did you see anything
before you got shot? No.
I, urn, was wearing
my magnification headgear.
It was a blur.
That guard was there.
Hal-He was there.
Hal was killed.
God.
Did they recover
the bullet from me?
There was no bullet. There
was no exit wound. What?
That's impossible.
I know.
Cam and the others
are all over it.
I should help.
Oh. No, no.
I told you she'd try.
The doctor said that you
shouldn't move. Understand?
Mmm.
When I flatlined, how-
how long before my heart
started beating again?
Two minutes. You were
dead for two minutes.
These are the people who were
in the building last night.
Suspects. Vvflnesses.
Everything points to someone
who fled after the shooting.
So, we're hoping one
of these people saw him.
You know, psychologically speaking,
a shooter-
You offered to help,
and I appreciate that,
but this is
my investigation, Lance.
Okay, I'm just asking you
to keep an open mind.
Did you find anything
on Hal the security guard?
He was new. Only been
here about six months.
His badge was used to access the
lab at the time of the shooting.
What about the security cameras?
All disabled prior
to the shooting.
That's why we're hoping
one of these people can help.
Hey. She's awake.
Yes.
- Oh, thank God.
- Booth wants us to tell him about anything that we find.
So far, the guard hasn't
given us much.
Gunshot wound to the abdomen,
massive internal bleeding,
but no bullet and no exit wound.
Same as Dr. B.
There's a clear trajectory, but nothing.
She said it was cold
when she was shot.
But most victims describe it
as a burning sensation.
How is it possible to shoot two
people and not find a bullet?
When you eliminate the possible, you are left
with the truth, no matter how improbable.
What are you suggesting,
Dr. Hodgins?
- Have you ever heard of an ice bullet?
- An ice bullet?
That's been posited for years, but no
one's ever fired one successfully.
But it's technically possible,
and it would explain why no
bullet was found in either body.
- Do you have any other theories?
- No.
Set up the test.
Someone's got to be
the first, right?
You were working last night?
I had to catalog some papyrus
Hellenistic epigrams.
We're doing an exhibit
on the Posiddipus Scroll.
I slept in my office last night.
I am the chief of Restoration,
so I often work late.
My shift ended at 6:00. Hal
Bennett was my replacement.
Did you hear a shot
or see anything strange?
Nothing. I-l wear headphones,
listen to classical music.
My office is next to the air conditioner.
I can't hear a thing.
There was a man in the hall
when I went for coffee.
He was leering at me.
Maybe he had a thing
for Dr. Brennan.
I was at the coffee machine, and she
walks up wearing this tight skirt.
What am I supposed to do?
Not stare?
Hal was just with us six months.
He was a good guy.
- Maybe a little clumsy.
- Clumsy how?
I once saw him trip and fire
his Taser into the floor.
Is there any indication that Hal could've
been mixed up in something illegal here?
Look, man, I keep to myself.
I don't know anything.
I thought one of them
would be able to help.
They're all on different floors or down
a locked corridor. Or so they say.
You okay?
Look.
I'm usually objective, but they all
look guilty to me. Everyone does.
Look, this case
is personal for you.
It's natural to lose perspective.
I'm the shrink, okay?
I know.
I'm just being a friend.
That's it?
That's all we have?
The ice bullet and the metal fragment-
Yeah, for now.
Twenty-seven people working on
this and we have nothing, Sweets.
- I know how frustrating this must be.
- Really? Do you?
'Cause you don't.
I don't think you do.
Everyone's
doing their best, Booth.
- How is she?
- She's improving.
- And you?
- We had a fight.
Before she got shot.
That's why she was at the lab.
She thought I said that
she was a bad mother.
She just misunderstood
what I was saying.
- I'm sorry.
- What if that was the last thing that she thought?
I mean, she's a great mother.
Oh, yeah, I know.
Why would I say
something like that?
I think what
you're really asking is,
how could something
like this have happened?
We'll find out.
I found a tiny antemortem puncture
on the sternum...
that fits perfectly
with the metal fragment...
that Dr. Brennan placed
under the microscope.
And you're sure it came
from a piece of Taser prong?
It's a perfect match to the
type of Taser Hal was issued.
The victim must've been shot at close range
for it to be embedded in the sternum.
Multiple shocks with a Taser have been
known to induce ventricular fibrillation,
which could cause cardiac arrest.
Hey. I got it.
His height and the facial reconstruction
gave us a match on the bridge victim-
Johannes Grout.
So it's possible that Hal the
security guard killed Johannes Groot?
It would explain why Hal was so interested
in the body Brennan was working on...
and how the security cameras
got shut off.
Okay, but then who killed Hal?
And Why?
Johannes Groot.
What is that? Dutch?
I don't see any wooden shoes.
Groot had a thing for planes.
Well, yeah, he was a sales rep
for a jet-leasing company.
This is his company's fleet.
- What's up your butt?
- See that clock?
Yes, that looks like a clock.
This is a Swiss Atmos clock.
It's worth about $10,000.
So what do you think? A
one-time extravagance? A gift?
Beats me.
Hey, um, I'm sorry
we didn't connect.
You know, after we connected?
How did you get from a clock
to our failed romance?
If you must know-
A clock, time, time passing,
too much time passing,
awkwardness.
€œOh, God, she must hate me for not
calling. Why didn't she call me?â€
Wow.
All that from a clock?
You must have your own version
of what happened between us, right?
We went out a couple of times.
Went to bed once.
It lacked fireworks.
Moving on.
Well, uh, normally
I'm quite good in bed. it's-
Daisy and I had just gotten
out of a long-term relationship.
- I know how you feel.
- You do?
- You were right.
- Thank you.
- Uh, about our guy having expensive taste, I mean.
- Oh.
- These suits are bespoke.
- Mm-hmm.
That means handmade-very expensive.
I know what that means.
Totally know what that means.
He's living
far above his salary.
- Family money?
- Nope.
So our guy's crooked somehow.
There was a struggle here.
Somebody hit this table
pretty hard.
What's that?
Confetti.
Confetti with numbers on it.
I didn't see who shot me.
I had the magnifier over my
eyes, so all I saw was a shape.
Did the F.B.l.
find anything?
It's your job to recover.
It's everybody else's job
to figure out who shot you.
And did you know that
if you fire a Taser,
it releases confetti that's marked
with a special tracking number?
Yes. Sweets and Sparling
found Taser confetti...
matching Hal
the security guard's Taser.
Hal went to the first victim's house,
tased him.
Killed him.
Groot's heart gave out.
Whoa, Brennan?
Are you okay?
I feel like-
What, pain?
I feel wonderful.
Brennan!
Oh, my God.
Brennan?
Brennan? Hey, hey, we need-
We need a nurse in here!
Nurse, we need some help!
Do you remember the last
time we saw each other?
Of course.
I was 15.
I went to bed,
and I never saw you again.
But I survived.
Of course you did.
We had a fight, you and I.
We had a fight the night
before you disappeared.
We fought about a boy.
Scott something, right?
Scott Morrison.
You said that I was changing myself
too much for him. My clothes-
You started smoking cigarettes
because he did.
I didn't know
that you knew that.
And I told you that you were
too dreamy and emotional,
making decisions on what you felt
instead of using your brain.
You did that.
And you slapped my hand away.
And then I left, and...
I never saw you again.
I loved you so much.
Oh, honey, I knew that.
I hate that the last thing I did
was slap your hand away.
It's all right, Temperance.
How do you know? Maybe that's
why you took my advice,
and you'd never change yourself
for another person again-
so you'd never be hurt.
You tucked your heart away,
and you used your brain.
She's waking up.
Thank God.
Here we go.
Would you stop scaring
us like that, please?
Sorry, Dad.
Did it throw you for a loop?
What is it, Max?
Her mother used to
say that to me all the time.
What happened?
You had a reaction to the antigens
in the blood we gave you.
Did you give her the wrong blood?
No.
We cross-matched her correctly
when we gave her blood during surgery.
That doesn't make any sense.
Maybe you got it mixed up.
We double-checked
every step of the supply line.
Well, she's gonna be
all right, isn't she?
We're running
some more tests now.
Thank you, Doctor.
Don't look so worried.
Booth, I-
Okay, okay, I'm
gonna get some coffee.
I'll be back.
Are you okay?
Booth, I-
What is it?
I don't understand it.
For some reason, I feel like it's
you who keeps calling me back here.
Calling you back from where?
I went to another place.
My mother is there.
Okay.
Obviously,
I'm hallucinating, so-
No, or she's helping you.
Look, you came back.
That's the main thing.
You really think that I could
actually be seeing my mother?
Yes, I do.
Bones, you okay?
Just want to sleep
for a little while.
Okay. Just-
So that's an ice bullet.
I've run into a myriad of problems using a
traditional brass jacket and gunpowder.
How many is a “myriadâ€
of problems?
One-the heat generated by the
ignition of the gunpowder...
melts the ice bullet before
it can leave the barrel.
Two-an ice bullet is only
a third as dense as lead.
In order for ice to penetrate,
it has to move three times faster
than a normal lead bullet.
So a myriad is a lot.
Sounds impossible.
Well, only if you define “ice bulletâ€
as frozen water and a “gun†as a gun.
You ready?
The ice bullet shattered
without even piercing the silicone.
Yes, but what if the shooter
were using a projectile...
that was made of a substance
more dense than ice?
- Then the substance would leave traces in the body.
- What if it were made of blood?
- A blood bullet?
- Centrifuged red blood cells.
That would explain Dr. Brennan's
incompatibility reaction.
Yeah. That's what
gave me the idea.
See, her body reacted
to the blood in the bullet.
Well, how did you get the blood
cells cold enough to remain stable?
I froze them in liquid nitrogen.
Ready?
And no exit wound.
So the blood from the bullet melts
and mixes with the victim's blood.
Nobody ever tests the blood on the floor of
a crime scene for D.N.A. or other markers.
- They just sweep it away.
- You are-
- Oh!
- You're welcome.
I looked at the guard's
X-rays again.
I was so focused on the shooting
that I didn't see this.
Right here. A small cranial fracture
on the right side.
I definitely feel something.
Let me shave the hair.
This injury's definitely antemortem.
It looks about
five or six days old.
Around the same time
he struggled with Groot.
And it was infected.
We should find out why.
That injury is deep. Right through
the periosteum to the bone.
Could you collect the pus
and particulates, Dr. Edison?
Oh, yeah, there we go.
Huh.
There's-There's some kind
of slivers in there.
Flecks of something shiny.
Hodgins is gonna
have a field day.
Where's Booth?
He got a call from Cam
about the case.
I'm stable, so I told him to go.
Well, I talked to the doctor.
He said you should be resting.
I'm just examining my X-rays, Dad.
Which isn't resting.
Honey, why don't you relax?
Let Booth and the geeks at
the lab take care of this.
Look, I brought you ice cream.
Hmm. Mint chocolate.
It was your favorite
when you were a kid.
Mom used to get it at Parkside Candy.
They would pack it by hand.
Booth said you saw her.
Your mother.
The locus coeruleus
in the midbrain...
can release noradrenaline
during highly traumatic events.
It can affect perception. You
were gone for two minutes.
You went somewhere.
No, Dad.
There's no other place.
Does she ask about me?
Does she say hi?
In my dream, yes.
She misses you.
We were very
happy, all of us, weren't we?
I miss that so much.
So much.
Hey. So, the particulate matter
you found in the guard's skull wound...
turned out to be a mixture
of gold paint and wood flakes.
Any idea what that is?
Oh, yeah, of course.
The wood is from an olive tree
grown on Crete.
That's specific.
Oh, it gets better.
The wood is old. I mean, carbon
dating tells us 12th century.
And the flecks are gold paint.
- An artifact of some kind?
- Mm-hmm.
- This is very close to home, isn't it?
- Very.
I checked the Jeffersonian inventory.
Look at this.
We have a 12th-century Cretan icon
of the Archangel Gabriel...
downstairs in storage,
decorated in gold.
It's very rare
and very, very valuable.
Booth should know about this.
Have Antiquities check for any
missing artifacts or forgeries.
Okay.
The guard's cell phone
records show that...
the last phone call he placed prior
to being shot was to a burner cell.
Which must have belonged
to the shooter.
Which means the shooter, the guard and
Groot were all in business together.
The shooter takes out Bones because he thinks
that she's the only one smart enough...
to put all the pieces together.
Which means he had to know Dr. Brennan.
Well, exactly.
Because he works
at the Jeffersonian.
Excuse me?
The guard, he turns off
all the security cameras.
He calls the killer and tells him
that Bones is working on Groot.
She's shot within 10 minutes.
That means the shooter was
definitely at the Jeffersonian.
This is the only 12th-century artifact
from Crete at the Jeffersonian.
No one was bashed with this. There's
no signs of splintering or impact.
Because this isn't the one that
Groot used to crack Hal's skull.
If you look closely, you'll
notice a small paintbrush hair.
I ran this
through the mass spec.
It turns out it's from
a North American squirrel.
Right, I'm guessing there was no North
American squirrels in 12th-century Crete.
Right. This one's a fake.
The real one is missing.
And worth a fortune.
All right, so someone stole it,
replaced it with this one.
Had to be Hal.
This was a deal gone bad.
Dr. Batuhan is the only one
capable of restoring an artifact like that.
Got him?
That's him, and
he's got the real icon.
Are you sure you don't want me
to handle this alone?
What, do you think I'm too close
to this because he shot Bones?
I can handle it.
That's all I'm saying.
I would never
jeopardize a conviction,
especially not this one,
all right?
Dr. Batuhan.
Hey.
Dr. Batuhan, please step away
from the icon.
Why? What-What's going on?
It true that you're the only person
at the Jeffersonian...
who's capable of restoring such
beautiful artifacts like this one?
This is my specialty, yes.
What-Do you have any idea
how valuable that is?
As a matter of fact, we do.
Will someone tell me
what this is about?
Sure. We believe you were
involved in stealing this icon.
And you killed HalBennefiH.
And then you shot Dr. Temperance
Brennan in order to hide the theft.
That's ridiculous. How can I steal
something which is right here?
The chips from
the guard's wounds match.
This is definitely the icon
used to hit Hal Bennett.
What, are you trying
to erase the evidence?
We found
your forgery in storage.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Why do you have a cryogenic
Dewar, Dr. Batuhan?
These aren't usually used
in restoration, are they?
I know my rights. I don't
have to say anything else.
Oh, yeah.
This would be perfect for freezing
and storing blood bullets.
You can't go through my
things without a warrant.
Is that right? You know what?
All this belongs to the Jeffersonian.
That's just an air brush.
Air brush. This could
be a modified barrel.
Look at that, huh? Perfect for launching
a frozen projectile, isn't it?
The compressed air would give you
enough velocity to penetrate the skin.
It would fit under a lab coat.
Looks like you're gonna
need a lawyer.
So far, our search has turned
up 11 fake artifacts...
in the storage room
of the Jeffersonian.
I'm betting there's more.
I didn't hear a question.
One of the originals has already been
traced to a private collector in Munich.
- Again, not a question.
- Interesting fact, though, isn't it?
Why isn't there any attending paperwork
for the icon you were restoring?
- Paperwork gets lost all the time.
- Convenient.
This security camera shows you
leaving the restoration room at 8:33...
on the night of the shooting.
Oh, look at that. What's
that under your coat there?
Looks like nothing to me.
And here you are
returning at 8:42.
- Where were you for those nine minutes?
- I was in the washroom.
How many times did you fly
on Groot's private jets this year?
My client won't be answering
that question.
Your job is to represent him,
not be his accomplice.
- Are you interrogating me now?
- Really?
So the guard gives
the artifacts to Groot.
Groot packs them to avoid customs.
Then you fly with Groot
to authenticate them to the buyers.
You two really don't understand
the concept of a question, do you?
Whoa. Whoa!
You know what?
You tried to
kill the woman I love?
The mother of my child?
Big mistake.
Agent Booth.
Let go of him.
We know what you did in Munich.
We know what you did at the lab.
- You okay?
- Oh, yeah, I'm-I'm fine.
Unless you want me to file
charges, we're done here.
We can hold your client for 24 hours.
According to my watch, I got 15.
And your lawyer sucks.
You can only hold my client
if you have more questions.
Oh, I have questions.
I have lots of questions.
- Bones, what's wrong?
- Nothing. I'm going into surgery.
Those two things are opposite.
You need evidence
to hold Batuhan.
These two things aren't even connected.
Yes, they are.
The projectile pierced my abdomen and
struck the eighth posterior rib.
It left antigens. So, what-
Why do you need surgery?
To retrieve the antigens. So, you're
saying that Batuhan's blood is in you?
We're going to do a biopsy and test
it to see. Then you'll have proof.
It's not dangerous, is it?
It's 100% risk-free.
- We're ready, Dr. Brennan.
- All right. Okay.
I'll be fine.
She's under.
Oh.
I'm just going to work.
I'll see you tonight.
Not if I survive the procedure.
This is going to turn out
just like that day.
We're never going to
see each other again.
We Will.
Of course we will.
The advice
I gave you back then-
use your head, be rational,
don't let your heart lead you,
use your brain.
That allowed you to survive.
And it held true.
But I have another
piece of advice for you.
It's time for you to find
some of that little girl...
that you locked away
so deep inside yourself.
Why?
Because...
it's not about
surviving anymore.
It's about flourishing.
It's about living a full life.
If this was real,
I'd tell you I love you.
I miss you.
Mmm.
Tell your father-
tell Max-
that I always knew the first gift
he ever gave me was stolen.
Hmm.
Whoa. Oh, easy. No.
Don't move, Bones.
Easy.
What happened?
Blood matched.
Batuhan was arrested for murder
and attempted murder.
I think I'll go and, uh- and
tell them that you're okay.
They're all here, you know.
Wait, Dad?
Yeah?
Mom-
Mom knew that the first gift
you ever gave her-
She always knew
that you stole it.
Nobody knew that.
Except me. Nobody.
Good to see the old rhino
can still be surprised.
I saw her.
She talked to you.
It's crazy to think that's true.
Well, you know what, Bones?
It's okay to be a little crazy.
Right?
If I may-
Ow, ow, ow!
Oh, are you okay?
Sorry. I'm jokmg-
Ha, ha.
Now, let's get this
positioned right.
What's that mean?
found on the rocks...
underneath
the New River Gorge Bridge.
Slanted temporal bone,
prominent nasal spine...
and the ectocranial
suture closure indicate...
the decedent is male,
late 30s, early 40s.
Nice call.
The way he's broken up, I'd have
I.D.'d him as Humpty-Dumpty.
The only fracturing I've seen like this is
from a skydiver whose chute didn't open.
The New River Gorge Bridge.
Ah, that thing is
over 876 feet high.
We could be
looking at a suicide.
He's crawling with insects, so
time of death should be simple.
I'd say it looks like maybe
five or six days.
I have enough tissue for D.N.A.
and a tox screen.
Some of the heart muscle's
been recently damaged.
Hey, if I was falling 876 feet,
I'd have a heart attack too.
How soon can you examine the
tissue and clean the bones?
A few hours.
You can go home.
Then I will put Christine to bed.
Perhaps she'll enjoy hearing
Humpty-Dumpty.
So, you know, I'm thinking
maybe next month...
me, you and Christine, we could
rent a cabin at, uh, Palmer River,
and we can go fishing, huh?
She's 14 months old, Booth.
She enjoys the comforts
of home...
far more than she would
a cabin in the woods.
Come on.
You don't know that.
There has been copious research
done by pediatricians...
and cognitive specialists that-
Bones, it's a family thing, all right?
All of us will be together.
- It's impractical, Booth.
- Sometimes it's good not to be practical.
Sometimes it's good just to have
fun, right? Create memories.
Christine wouldn't retain
conscious access-
to a memory made at 14 months.
The neural network-I'm sorry.
What is it with you, huh?
Why are you angry?
Why?
Because sometimes I would just
like us to do something...
without you having to ask, you
know, some scientist if it's okay.
I don't want to fight
in front of Christine.
Why? She won't be able
to access her memory, huh?
Why are you so afraid
to be spontaneous?
You want Christine to grow up like that?
So now I'm a bad mother?
No! No!
I'm not saying that at all.
Why don't you put her to bed, and I will
go back to the lab and finish my work.
Whoa, wait a second. You're
really misunderstanding me here.
You've been quite clear, Booth.
Being rational makes me no fun
and a bad mother.
I didn't say that.
I said that you're not spontaneous.
- There's a difference there.
- Is this spontaneous enough for you? Good-bye.
Great.
Civilization is based
on rational thought.
There is no certainty
without evidence.
To dismiss the empirical
with foolish emotionalism-
Somebody's burning
the midnight oil.
Oil hasn't been used as a light
source for over a hundred years, Hal.
I thought someone was
here with you. No.
No, I-l was-
I was making notes.
You gonna be here long? I got
to mark it in the logbook.
A few hours.
So,
what's the story with this guy?
Initially, indications were
that he jumped from a bridge,
but since he suffered
a prior heart attack,
and given that he landed
on his back,
the injuries to his right
supraorbital margin-
You know I don't know what
you're saying, right? I'm sorry.
Simply put, it appears
as if he was murdered...
and then thrown from the bridge
to obscure that fact.
And with that, I'll resume my important
duties and go check the bathroom.
Have a good night.
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Victim appears to have
good skeletal health,
aside from the injuries
from the fall.
Hal, I'm working right now.
I-l can't talk.
Hal?
Bones. Bones, you here?
Look, I'm sorry, all right? You're
the best mother in the world.
I miss you.
Christine misses you.
Bones?
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Bones.
Bones.
Bones, are you all right?
All right.
Just stay with me here.
- Bones, stay with me.
- [ Crying 1
Yeah, this is Agent Booth. Listen, I
need an ambulance at the Jeffersonian...
in the bone room now.
Now!
Okay, stay with me, Bones.
Is anyone here?
I need some help!
Just stay with me, okay? Everything's
gonna be fine. Stay with me.
Bones, wake up. Stay with me.
You gotta fight.
Everything's gonna be fine.
Just-
Okay, Christine.
Hello, Tempe.
Mom.
We're at the hospital, Bones.
You're gonna be all right.
Systolic is 55.
She's brady at 30.
- What's that mean?
- Sir, please step back.
- What's that mean?
- It means she's lost a lot of blood.
- Please, let us work.
- Stay with me, all right, Bones?
You gotta fight.
You gotta fight, Bones.
You gotta fight!
Christine's-
Just stay with me.
Stay with me.
Okay. I
understand what's happening.
What's happening?
I'm hallucinating.
Wow. Most people get shot...
and appear in another reality,
they ask themselves
if maybe they're in heaven.
I don't believe in heaven.
And yet here you are, having a
conversation with your dead mother.
You aren't actually here, Mom.
I lost consciousness...
while my adrenal system
was working overtime.
My brain is struggling to
make sense of what's happened.
The house is
exactly as I remember it.
Dad's Barcalounger, the
horrible bouquet floral sofa.
You helped me pick that out.
You said you liked flowers.
I guess I've changed.
You most definitely
have changed.
Tell me about your life.
Since you're nothing more...
than a projection of my imagination,
you know everything about me
already.
Come on. Humor me.
I'm with a man.
I have a daughter.
What's her name?
Christine.
Her name is Christine.
I'm honored.
And the man?
Booth.
I love them both very much.
I have to get back to them.
Oh, Tempe, I'm afraid
it's not your decision.
Whose decision is it?
You know what I'm going to say.
This is not real.
You are still the most stubborn
creature on God's green earth.
I do not believe in God!
I have to get back.
Her pressure's back up.
Hemoglobin level?
Still below six.
Her superior mesenteric
artery's been partially torn.
- You need to go up on the vasopressin.
- Thank you, Dr. Saroyan.
We'd have never
guessed that ourselves.
I apologize.
She's my friend,
and I'd really rather not have
her end up in my autopsy room.
I apologize. You give us any
damn advice you please.
I'll just feel a lot better
when we find that bullet.
- Nothing is showing on the X-rays.
- But that's crazy.
That we agree on,
because there's also no exit wound.
The bullet has to be
behind some bone.
When she's stable, we take more
X-rays from different angles.
She's in V-tach.
Damn it. Defibrillator.
Get that separator out now!
Clear!
Please, please.
Clear!
I hate to say I told you so,
but it's not your decision.
Why am I in these clothes? You
always loved that sweater.
I was wearing it when you left.
I know.
I have to get back.
How's your father?
I have to go back.
I have a daughter.
I know how you feel. Once I had
to leave my daughter behind too.
I'm pretty sure it killed me.
You had to leave us, Morn.
You did what you had to do for Russ and me.
We understand.
No, see, this is your
one small problem-
is that you think that you can understand
things that are simply not understandable.
They throw you for a loop.
Throw me for a loop?
Yes.
Seeley?
She's stable.
Thank you.
Her heart stopped.
Twice.
Twice? But she's out of surgery.
Still critical. Thank God you
weren't five minutes later.
No, it's a miracle, right?
Bones, she doesn't believe in God.
You know, since-
it's the only explanation, right?
Well, for some reason,
you got it into your head...
that you had to see
the woman you love.
Any word on the shooter?
I don't know.
There's a security guard.
He was also found dead on the
second floor in the stairwell.
Hal?
Yeah.
But-Why would
anybody kill Hal?
I don't know. No one knows.
There was nothing touched,
nothing disturbed.
There's got to be some kind
of a connection here.
Look, I need to go back
to the lab.
I'll autopsy Hal, and if I
can find the bullet in him,
that'll give us a jump
on Dr. Brennan's attacker.
What? Why?
Because there is no bullet
in Brennan.
And no exit wound.
That's not possible, Cam.
It's got to be a small caliber,
maybe a .22 stuck behind the ribs.
Seeley, they're bringing her out
in a few minutes.
Your place is here with her,
not out working the case.
I know. Right, okay.
Okay.
All right.
That's Dr. Brennan's blood.
I can't believe that
she survived this.
I wonder if it has something to do
with this case Brennan was working.
That's what I was thinking. Unless
I'm one of your prime suspects.
Clark, hey, man. Stepping
in on the bone stuff.
This could be dangerous. Yeah,
well, my middle name is danger.
It's actually Thomas,
but-Thomas.
His name's Thomas Edison.
Good luck.
Oh, hey, so, how's Booth?
Holding up.
- Did you call Clark?
- No, he actually showed up on his own.
Here's something Dr. Brennan must've
found just before she got shot.
Tiny and metallic. Okay, well,
that'll be my department.
Maybe you can find something.
- Why, what's wrong?
- Preliminary X-rays showed no bullet in Hal.
No bullet in Hal.
No bullet in Dr. Brennan.
- What? They were both shot.
- That's correct.
That doesn't make any sense.
Big entry wound, no exit wound.
White, cauterized tissue
and a vanishing bullet.
Itdoesnl make any sense at all.
Bones, I'm right here.
Booth.
Where-
What happened? Just relax.
All right?
You're in the hospital.
All right? You were shot.
What?
I had a dream.
I didn't understand.
You don't have to
understand, okay?
Everything's gonna be okay now.
All right? It was cold...
when I was shot.
That happens, all right?
You lost a lot of blood.
Not from blood loss.
Cold at the wound site.
Here you go, Booth.
She's up.
Oh, my God, Tempe.
Easy.
I'm okay, Dad.
You flatlined.
Max, she doesn't need
to know the details.
Where's Christine? I thought I heard
her with you when you found me.
It's all right.
She's in day care.
Oh. I'll take good care of her.
I'll pick her up.
All right.
Look, did you see anything
before you got shot? No.
I, urn, was wearing
my magnification headgear.
It was a blur.
That guard was there.
Hal-He was there.
Hal was killed.
God.
Did they recover
the bullet from me?
There was no bullet. There
was no exit wound. What?
That's impossible.
I know.
Cam and the others
are all over it.
I should help.
Oh. No, no.
I told you she'd try.
The doctor said that you
shouldn't move. Understand?
Mmm.
When I flatlined, how-
how long before my heart
started beating again?
Two minutes. You were
dead for two minutes.
These are the people who were
in the building last night.
Suspects. Vvflnesses.
Everything points to someone
who fled after the shooting.
So, we're hoping one
of these people saw him.
You know, psychologically speaking,
a shooter-
You offered to help,
and I appreciate that,
but this is
my investigation, Lance.
Okay, I'm just asking you
to keep an open mind.
Did you find anything
on Hal the security guard?
He was new. Only been
here about six months.
His badge was used to access the
lab at the time of the shooting.
What about the security cameras?
All disabled prior
to the shooting.
That's why we're hoping
one of these people can help.
Hey. She's awake.
Yes.
- Oh, thank God.
- Booth wants us to tell him about anything that we find.
So far, the guard hasn't
given us much.
Gunshot wound to the abdomen,
massive internal bleeding,
but no bullet and no exit wound.
Same as Dr. B.
There's a clear trajectory, but nothing.
She said it was cold
when she was shot.
But most victims describe it
as a burning sensation.
How is it possible to shoot two
people and not find a bullet?
When you eliminate the possible, you are left
with the truth, no matter how improbable.
What are you suggesting,
Dr. Hodgins?
- Have you ever heard of an ice bullet?
- An ice bullet?
That's been posited for years, but no
one's ever fired one successfully.
But it's technically possible,
and it would explain why no
bullet was found in either body.
- Do you have any other theories?
- No.
Set up the test.
Someone's got to be
the first, right?
You were working last night?
I had to catalog some papyrus
Hellenistic epigrams.
We're doing an exhibit
on the Posiddipus Scroll.
I slept in my office last night.
I am the chief of Restoration,
so I often work late.
My shift ended at 6:00. Hal
Bennett was my replacement.
Did you hear a shot
or see anything strange?
Nothing. I-l wear headphones,
listen to classical music.
My office is next to the air conditioner.
I can't hear a thing.
There was a man in the hall
when I went for coffee.
He was leering at me.
Maybe he had a thing
for Dr. Brennan.
I was at the coffee machine, and she
walks up wearing this tight skirt.
What am I supposed to do?
Not stare?
Hal was just with us six months.
He was a good guy.
- Maybe a little clumsy.
- Clumsy how?
I once saw him trip and fire
his Taser into the floor.
Is there any indication that Hal could've
been mixed up in something illegal here?
Look, man, I keep to myself.
I don't know anything.
I thought one of them
would be able to help.
They're all on different floors or down
a locked corridor. Or so they say.
You okay?
Look.
I'm usually objective, but they all
look guilty to me. Everyone does.
Look, this case
is personal for you.
It's natural to lose perspective.
I'm the shrink, okay?
I know.
I'm just being a friend.
That's it?
That's all we have?
The ice bullet and the metal fragment-
Yeah, for now.
Twenty-seven people working on
this and we have nothing, Sweets.
- I know how frustrating this must be.
- Really? Do you?
'Cause you don't.
I don't think you do.
Everyone's
doing their best, Booth.
- How is she?
- She's improving.
- And you?
- We had a fight.
Before she got shot.
That's why she was at the lab.
She thought I said that
she was a bad mother.
She just misunderstood
what I was saying.
- I'm sorry.
- What if that was the last thing that she thought?
I mean, she's a great mother.
Oh, yeah, I know.
Why would I say
something like that?
I think what
you're really asking is,
how could something
like this have happened?
We'll find out.
I found a tiny antemortem puncture
on the sternum...
that fits perfectly
with the metal fragment...
that Dr. Brennan placed
under the microscope.
And you're sure it came
from a piece of Taser prong?
It's a perfect match to the
type of Taser Hal was issued.
The victim must've been shot at close range
for it to be embedded in the sternum.
Multiple shocks with a Taser have been
known to induce ventricular fibrillation,
which could cause cardiac arrest.
Hey. I got it.
His height and the facial reconstruction
gave us a match on the bridge victim-
Johannes Grout.
So it's possible that Hal the
security guard killed Johannes Groot?
It would explain why Hal was so interested
in the body Brennan was working on...
and how the security cameras
got shut off.
Okay, but then who killed Hal?
And Why?
Johannes Groot.
What is that? Dutch?
I don't see any wooden shoes.
Groot had a thing for planes.
Well, yeah, he was a sales rep
for a jet-leasing company.
This is his company's fleet.
- What's up your butt?
- See that clock?
Yes, that looks like a clock.
This is a Swiss Atmos clock.
It's worth about $10,000.
So what do you think? A
one-time extravagance? A gift?
Beats me.
Hey, um, I'm sorry
we didn't connect.
You know, after we connected?
How did you get from a clock
to our failed romance?
If you must know-
A clock, time, time passing,
too much time passing,
awkwardness.
€œOh, God, she must hate me for not
calling. Why didn't she call me?â€
Wow.
All that from a clock?
You must have your own version
of what happened between us, right?
We went out a couple of times.
Went to bed once.
It lacked fireworks.
Moving on.
Well, uh, normally
I'm quite good in bed. it's-
Daisy and I had just gotten
out of a long-term relationship.
- I know how you feel.
- You do?
- You were right.
- Thank you.
- Uh, about our guy having expensive taste, I mean.
- Oh.
- These suits are bespoke.
- Mm-hmm.
That means handmade-very expensive.
I know what that means.
Totally know what that means.
He's living
far above his salary.
- Family money?
- Nope.
So our guy's crooked somehow.
There was a struggle here.
Somebody hit this table
pretty hard.
What's that?
Confetti.
Confetti with numbers on it.
I didn't see who shot me.
I had the magnifier over my
eyes, so all I saw was a shape.
Did the F.B.l.
find anything?
It's your job to recover.
It's everybody else's job
to figure out who shot you.
And did you know that
if you fire a Taser,
it releases confetti that's marked
with a special tracking number?
Yes. Sweets and Sparling
found Taser confetti...
matching Hal
the security guard's Taser.
Hal went to the first victim's house,
tased him.
Killed him.
Groot's heart gave out.
Whoa, Brennan?
Are you okay?
I feel like-
What, pain?
I feel wonderful.
Brennan!
Oh, my God.
Brennan?
Brennan? Hey, hey, we need-
We need a nurse in here!
Nurse, we need some help!
Do you remember the last
time we saw each other?
Of course.
I was 15.
I went to bed,
and I never saw you again.
But I survived.
Of course you did.
We had a fight, you and I.
We had a fight the night
before you disappeared.
We fought about a boy.
Scott something, right?
Scott Morrison.
You said that I was changing myself
too much for him. My clothes-
You started smoking cigarettes
because he did.
I didn't know
that you knew that.
And I told you that you were
too dreamy and emotional,
making decisions on what you felt
instead of using your brain.
You did that.
And you slapped my hand away.
And then I left, and...
I never saw you again.
I loved you so much.
Oh, honey, I knew that.
I hate that the last thing I did
was slap your hand away.
It's all right, Temperance.
How do you know? Maybe that's
why you took my advice,
and you'd never change yourself
for another person again-
so you'd never be hurt.
You tucked your heart away,
and you used your brain.
She's waking up.
Thank God.
Here we go.
Would you stop scaring
us like that, please?
Sorry, Dad.
Did it throw you for a loop?
What is it, Max?
Her mother used to
say that to me all the time.
What happened?
You had a reaction to the antigens
in the blood we gave you.
Did you give her the wrong blood?
No.
We cross-matched her correctly
when we gave her blood during surgery.
That doesn't make any sense.
Maybe you got it mixed up.
We double-checked
every step of the supply line.
Well, she's gonna be
all right, isn't she?
We're running
some more tests now.
Thank you, Doctor.
Don't look so worried.
Booth, I-
Okay, okay, I'm
gonna get some coffee.
I'll be back.
Are you okay?
Booth, I-
What is it?
I don't understand it.
For some reason, I feel like it's
you who keeps calling me back here.
Calling you back from where?
I went to another place.
My mother is there.
Okay.
Obviously,
I'm hallucinating, so-
No, or she's helping you.
Look, you came back.
That's the main thing.
You really think that I could
actually be seeing my mother?
Yes, I do.
Bones, you okay?
Just want to sleep
for a little while.
Okay. Just-
So that's an ice bullet.
I've run into a myriad of problems using a
traditional brass jacket and gunpowder.
How many is a “myriadâ€
of problems?
One-the heat generated by the
ignition of the gunpowder...
melts the ice bullet before
it can leave the barrel.
Two-an ice bullet is only
a third as dense as lead.
In order for ice to penetrate,
it has to move three times faster
than a normal lead bullet.
So a myriad is a lot.
Sounds impossible.
Well, only if you define “ice bulletâ€
as frozen water and a “gun†as a gun.
You ready?
The ice bullet shattered
without even piercing the silicone.
Yes, but what if the shooter
were using a projectile...
that was made of a substance
more dense than ice?
- Then the substance would leave traces in the body.
- What if it were made of blood?
- A blood bullet?
- Centrifuged red blood cells.
That would explain Dr. Brennan's
incompatibility reaction.
Yeah. That's what
gave me the idea.
See, her body reacted
to the blood in the bullet.
Well, how did you get the blood
cells cold enough to remain stable?
I froze them in liquid nitrogen.
Ready?
And no exit wound.
So the blood from the bullet melts
and mixes with the victim's blood.
Nobody ever tests the blood on the floor of
a crime scene for D.N.A. or other markers.
- They just sweep it away.
- You are-
- Oh!
- You're welcome.
I looked at the guard's
X-rays again.
I was so focused on the shooting
that I didn't see this.
Right here. A small cranial fracture
on the right side.
I definitely feel something.
Let me shave the hair.
This injury's definitely antemortem.
It looks about
five or six days old.
Around the same time
he struggled with Groot.
And it was infected.
We should find out why.
That injury is deep. Right through
the periosteum to the bone.
Could you collect the pus
and particulates, Dr. Edison?
Oh, yeah, there we go.
Huh.
There's-There's some kind
of slivers in there.
Flecks of something shiny.
Hodgins is gonna
have a field day.
Where's Booth?
He got a call from Cam
about the case.
I'm stable, so I told him to go.
Well, I talked to the doctor.
He said you should be resting.
I'm just examining my X-rays, Dad.
Which isn't resting.
Honey, why don't you relax?
Let Booth and the geeks at
the lab take care of this.
Look, I brought you ice cream.
Hmm. Mint chocolate.
It was your favorite
when you were a kid.
Mom used to get it at Parkside Candy.
They would pack it by hand.
Booth said you saw her.
Your mother.
The locus coeruleus
in the midbrain...
can release noradrenaline
during highly traumatic events.
It can affect perception. You
were gone for two minutes.
You went somewhere.
No, Dad.
There's no other place.
Does she ask about me?
Does she say hi?
In my dream, yes.
She misses you.
We were very
happy, all of us, weren't we?
I miss that so much.
So much.
Hey. So, the particulate matter
you found in the guard's skull wound...
turned out to be a mixture
of gold paint and wood flakes.
Any idea what that is?
Oh, yeah, of course.
The wood is from an olive tree
grown on Crete.
That's specific.
Oh, it gets better.
The wood is old. I mean, carbon
dating tells us 12th century.
And the flecks are gold paint.
- An artifact of some kind?
- Mm-hmm.
- This is very close to home, isn't it?
- Very.
I checked the Jeffersonian inventory.
Look at this.
We have a 12th-century Cretan icon
of the Archangel Gabriel...
downstairs in storage,
decorated in gold.
It's very rare
and very, very valuable.
Booth should know about this.
Have Antiquities check for any
missing artifacts or forgeries.
Okay.
The guard's cell phone
records show that...
the last phone call he placed prior
to being shot was to a burner cell.
Which must have belonged
to the shooter.
Which means the shooter, the guard and
Groot were all in business together.
The shooter takes out Bones because he thinks
that she's the only one smart enough...
to put all the pieces together.
Which means he had to know Dr. Brennan.
Well, exactly.
Because he works
at the Jeffersonian.
Excuse me?
The guard, he turns off
all the security cameras.
He calls the killer and tells him
that Bones is working on Groot.
She's shot within 10 minutes.
That means the shooter was
definitely at the Jeffersonian.
This is the only 12th-century artifact
from Crete at the Jeffersonian.
No one was bashed with this. There's
no signs of splintering or impact.
Because this isn't the one that
Groot used to crack Hal's skull.
If you look closely, you'll
notice a small paintbrush hair.
I ran this
through the mass spec.
It turns out it's from
a North American squirrel.
Right, I'm guessing there was no North
American squirrels in 12th-century Crete.
Right. This one's a fake.
The real one is missing.
And worth a fortune.
All right, so someone stole it,
replaced it with this one.
Had to be Hal.
This was a deal gone bad.
Dr. Batuhan is the only one
capable of restoring an artifact like that.
Got him?
That's him, and
he's got the real icon.
Are you sure you don't want me
to handle this alone?
What, do you think I'm too close
to this because he shot Bones?
I can handle it.
That's all I'm saying.
I would never
jeopardize a conviction,
especially not this one,
all right?
Dr. Batuhan.
Hey.
Dr. Batuhan, please step away
from the icon.
Why? What-What's going on?
It true that you're the only person
at the Jeffersonian...
who's capable of restoring such
beautiful artifacts like this one?
This is my specialty, yes.
What-Do you have any idea
how valuable that is?
As a matter of fact, we do.
Will someone tell me
what this is about?
Sure. We believe you were
involved in stealing this icon.
And you killed HalBennefiH.
And then you shot Dr. Temperance
Brennan in order to hide the theft.
That's ridiculous. How can I steal
something which is right here?
The chips from
the guard's wounds match.
This is definitely the icon
used to hit Hal Bennett.
What, are you trying
to erase the evidence?
We found
your forgery in storage.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Why do you have a cryogenic
Dewar, Dr. Batuhan?
These aren't usually used
in restoration, are they?
I know my rights. I don't
have to say anything else.
Oh, yeah.
This would be perfect for freezing
and storing blood bullets.
You can't go through my
things without a warrant.
Is that right? You know what?
All this belongs to the Jeffersonian.
That's just an air brush.
Air brush. This could
be a modified barrel.
Look at that, huh? Perfect for launching
a frozen projectile, isn't it?
The compressed air would give you
enough velocity to penetrate the skin.
It would fit under a lab coat.
Looks like you're gonna
need a lawyer.
So far, our search has turned
up 11 fake artifacts...
in the storage room
of the Jeffersonian.
I'm betting there's more.
I didn't hear a question.
One of the originals has already been
traced to a private collector in Munich.
- Again, not a question.
- Interesting fact, though, isn't it?
Why isn't there any attending paperwork
for the icon you were restoring?
- Paperwork gets lost all the time.
- Convenient.
This security camera shows you
leaving the restoration room at 8:33...
on the night of the shooting.
Oh, look at that. What's
that under your coat there?
Looks like nothing to me.
And here you are
returning at 8:42.
- Where were you for those nine minutes?
- I was in the washroom.
How many times did you fly
on Groot's private jets this year?
My client won't be answering
that question.
Your job is to represent him,
not be his accomplice.
- Are you interrogating me now?
- Really?
So the guard gives
the artifacts to Groot.
Groot packs them to avoid customs.
Then you fly with Groot
to authenticate them to the buyers.
You two really don't understand
the concept of a question, do you?
Whoa. Whoa!
You know what?
You tried to
kill the woman I love?
The mother of my child?
Big mistake.
Agent Booth.
Let go of him.
We know what you did in Munich.
We know what you did at the lab.
- You okay?
- Oh, yeah, I'm-I'm fine.
Unless you want me to file
charges, we're done here.
We can hold your client for 24 hours.
According to my watch, I got 15.
And your lawyer sucks.
You can only hold my client
if you have more questions.
Oh, I have questions.
I have lots of questions.
- Bones, what's wrong?
- Nothing. I'm going into surgery.
Those two things are opposite.
You need evidence
to hold Batuhan.
These two things aren't even connected.
Yes, they are.
The projectile pierced my abdomen and
struck the eighth posterior rib.
It left antigens. So, what-
Why do you need surgery?
To retrieve the antigens. So, you're
saying that Batuhan's blood is in you?
We're going to do a biopsy and test
it to see. Then you'll have proof.
It's not dangerous, is it?
It's 100% risk-free.
- We're ready, Dr. Brennan.
- All right. Okay.
I'll be fine.
She's under.
Oh.
I'm just going to work.
I'll see you tonight.
Not if I survive the procedure.
This is going to turn out
just like that day.
We're never going to
see each other again.
We Will.
Of course we will.
The advice
I gave you back then-
use your head, be rational,
don't let your heart lead you,
use your brain.
That allowed you to survive.
And it held true.
But I have another
piece of advice for you.
It's time for you to find
some of that little girl...
that you locked away
so deep inside yourself.
Why?
Because...
it's not about
surviving anymore.
It's about flourishing.
It's about living a full life.
If this was real,
I'd tell you I love you.
I miss you.
Mmm.
Tell your father-
tell Max-
that I always knew the first gift
he ever gave me was stolen.
Hmm.
Whoa. Oh, easy. No.
Don't move, Bones.
Easy.
What happened?
Blood matched.
Batuhan was arrested for murder
and attempted murder.
I think I'll go and, uh- and
tell them that you're okay.
They're all here, you know.
Wait, Dad?
Yeah?
Mom-
Mom knew that the first gift
you ever gave her-
She always knew
that you stole it.
Nobody knew that.
Except me. Nobody.
Good to see the old rhino
can still be surprised.
I saw her.
She talked to you.
It's crazy to think that's true.
Well, you know what, Bones?
It's okay to be a little crazy.
Right?
If I may-
Ow, ow, ow!
Oh, are you okay?
Sorry. I'm jokmg-
Ha, ha.
Now, let's get this
positioned right.
What's that mean?