Bones s06e22 Episode Script
The Hole in the Heart
Flip to kill.
That guy is gone.
All you got left is some pink mist hanging in the morning air.
Hey, you still got it.
So do you.
You bastard.
You're testing me.
I need some help.
You're still active.
I appreciate that, Jake, but I'm done killing people.
Don't worry.
I don't need an observer.
The F.
B.
I.
's breathing down your neck.
- How do you know? - Well, they called me.
Said that you were off the reservation.
- You believe them? - No.
Not you.
Not "the left hand of God.
" I just figured you were working for the C.
I.
A.
and the feebs didn't like it.
You know, something like that.
Something like that.
You gotta trust that I'm still working for the good guys.
Couldn't be any other way.
So what do you need? Your rifle, for one thing.
Let me think about it.
Okay.
To the good guys.
The good guys.
I'm concerned.
We haven't had a case in over a week.
Hey, maybe the world's just become a nicer place.
I told the department I had to put all my efforts into catching Broadsky.
Oh You can't treat this like a personal vendetta, Agent Booth.
- There are other agents.
- But it is personal, Sweets.
Booth served with Broadsky in the military.
They took the same oath, and now Broadsky's using his considerable skill to assassinate people he arbitrarily deems unfit.
Right, right.
So, bottom line until he's caught it's all Broadsky, all the time, got it? - I have massive news.
Yes! - Oh.
The Tyrannosaurus rex has arrived! That is massive news.
Whoa, whoa.
Wait a second.
You guys can just do that? You can just order a dinosaur? A skeletal replica.
I've been up all night reviewing the literature.
Were you aware that Tyrannosaurus rex had fused furcula? Right.
I think my aunt has that.
Mr.
Nigel-Murray and I are delivering a paper at an upcoming conference.
"The Comparative Forelimb Osteology and Biomechanics of Theropod Versus Homo sapien.
" Apparently that's very funny.
It's gonna bring down the house.
Somebody just spotted Broadsky placing flowers on his girlfriend's grave.
- He made you.
- Yes, sir.
I'm so sorry.
I wanted to work with you so badly, and I totally messed up.
No, no, no, no.
It's all right.
You know, it's my fault.
I should have briefed you not to take his picture.
All right? - It's like he had a sixth sense.
- You did a good job.
- Was he in a vehicle? - No, sir.
He took off on foot that way.
By the time backup got here, he was gone.
All right.
I'll need Metro at the train stations and underground.
- Put a BOLO out with his description.
- Yes, sir.
- Anybody touch those? - No, sir.
Special Agent Genevieve Shaw, I need a BOLO on a Jacob Broadsky.
White male, 6'2", 180 pounds.
Take this down.
Call the carrier and put a track on this now.
Hello, Jacob.
You staking out Paula's grave? That's pretty cold, Seeley.
Well, that's funny coming from someone like you.
You feel me looking at you? Just being careful.
That's all.
Do the math, Seeley.
I'm doing good work.
You kill people.
No judge, no jury, just you making the call.
My conscience is clear.
Since you're trying to stop me, you're playing for the wrong team.
Oh, you threatening me now? Self-defense, Seeley.
Sometimes that means a very aggressive offense.
You forget who you're dealing with, Jacob? Not for a moment.
And don't you forget.
You never see the bullet that takes you down.
Broadsky knew I'd show up at the cemetery, so he left me the phone.
Why? Well, he wants to keep the lines of communication open.
Well, yeah, I get that, but why? - Well, he said you crossed the line, right? - Right.
In his mind, you are two sides of a coin.
I think it's possible that he still hopes that maybe you will stand down and let him do what he calls his "good work" unimpeded.
All right.
Just pull out the magic Ouija board and tell me what his next move is.
You know, someone might not know what you know.
And that person would be helping him.
That's my best Ouija guess.
Early days still but this is roughly what Dr.
Brennan and I propose for our demonstration at the conference.
You're going to go dressed like a dinosaur? No, no, no.
These are very accurate representations of T.
rex bones.
Dr.
Brennan will introduce the topic in the abstract.
"The Comparative Forelimb Osteology and Biomechanics of Theropod Versus Homo sapien.
" It's a fight between Tyrannosaurus rex and humans? The T.
rex's arms were very short relative to the overall body size allowing us to postulate an arm wrestling competition.
Arm wrestling.
Oh, boy.
Oh.
It's gonna be an annihilation.
On paper only.
I will be charting the biomechanical analysis.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait.
After all this buildup you and Dr.
Brennan are gonna just pop a few equations on a blackboard? PowerPoint, but, essentially, yes.
No.
No.
That won't do.
I got a much better idea.
Oh.
Agent Booth! Look.
Oh, God.
Don't explain, please.
Don't explain.
We really need to get back to solving murders.
Um So Broadsky's call was too short for your guys to trace but the network did register his unique mobile equipment identifier.
It's automatically transmitted by your cell phone every time you make a call.
What will that give me? It'll tell us which cell tower is transmitting his call.
How many cell towers are there in the United States of America? Well, there's between but maybe only a couple hundred in D.
C.
When he makes a call, the nearest cell phone tower will track it.
Like this.
Oh.
It'll geo-tag the cell tower and text your phone.
Just punch on the app that I'm gonna send you and you'll have it in, like, four or five seconds.
- So you're gonna send me that app now? - Yeah.
- Great.
- This'll help.
No, right.
It helps.
Thanks.
I appreciate it.
Uh, how are you feeling? Oh, boy.
Like an overstuffed turkey shoved into the overhead bin of an overcrowded flight.
How about you? Me? Like I'm chasing a ghost.
Yeah.
Just make sure it's not your own.
I'm sorry? I-I just meant, be careful.
I will.
- So you're sure about this, Shaw? - Yes.
I went through the financials of all Broadsky's known associates.
All by yourself? I'm trying to make up for letting him make me at the cemetery.
I know you don't hold it against me, but I hold it against me if you know what I mean, sir.
Okay.
So what'd you get? His name is Matthew Leishenger.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I know him.
Young guy, spotter.
This is his checking account.
Leishenger made a big withdrawal about 48 hours ago - a couple grand.
- It's cash? Yeah.
Largest withdrawal he's made in two years.
Okay.
And you're sure the address is current? According to the D.
M.
V.
, I.
R.
S.
and three marginally legal Internet sites.
Good enough.
Thank you for letting me come along, sir.
Well, we gotta pick up one other person too.
- No offense.
- Hmm? Maybe you should stay behind me.
Oh, of course.
I don't measure my manhood the same way you do.
That came out wrong.
Why did we bring the civilian? He's the one who sent us in this direction.
Plus he'll be able to tell us if Leishenger is lying.
How? Well, visual assessing cues provide an excellent method of detecting neuro-linguistic anomalies Can we pick this up when we're sure we're not gonna be shot at? Of course.
Leishenger's cabin is towards the ridgeline.
The ridgeline with the crows? Yeah.
God.
I hate when this happens.
It's Leishenger, isn't it? Yeah.
We got a hard case here for a Barrett sniper rifle.
Broadsky took the rifle? Yeah.
Thing is, if he was gonna go anywhere he definitely would've taken the case with him, so let's just all get very low, all right? I hate this! I wish he'd shot us before we got this far.
I'm saying everything wrong.
Agent Booth, there's a camera on us.
He knows exactly where we are.
Okay.
Everybody just stay put.
Make a call in to H.
R.
T.
For how long? - - This is Agent Shaw requesting H.
R.
T.
backup.
Possible military sniper in the environs armed with a.
338-caliber Barrett s I estimate Leishenger's been dead for about five days.
I can see multiple fractures.
I'll catalog those for Dr.
Brennan.
But cause of death looks like Broadsky stabbed him under the chin.
We haven't yet established that Broadsky was the murderer.
Okay.
Hold that thought.
But whoever the killer was, he didn't take any cash from the victim's wallet.
And crime scene techs found glove smears on it.
Did you know that chicken-skin gloves were the height of fashion in the 17th century? It's not pertinent.
So the murderer went through the wallet but didn't take any of the cash? - Right.
- So what was he looking for? That is a good question.
Vincent! Um Hey.
Uh, life and death.
I'm gonna have him back in three minutes.
Okay.
Now give it a try.
Oh! It works! Now, if your math is correct, you are now as strong as a T.
rex.
These components will exert the appropriate degree of force, both resistive and motive.
Yeah, that's what I said.
Are you ready to represent the human race? Always! Ready? Life or death, huh? Dr.
Saroyan, you are about to witness the first confrontation between man and dinosaur.
- I'm the man.
- Thanks for the hint.
Okay.
Three, two, one.
Go.
Ooh.
Okay.
Careful.
If you break Hodgins, you'll be responsible for raising his unborn child.
Come on.
Don't torture me.
Just finish this.
No, no.
I can't.
It's the scapular joint.
It will not rotate beyond 40 degrees.
Wait.
You can't finish the deal? Oh! Oh! The pain, the agony! Yes! That is one for humanity and zero for the tyrant lizard! Dr.
Brennan is going to love this.
We're going to be the toast of the conference.
Come on.
Okay.
Go humanity.
Broadsky had his hands all over this.
Find out where he is and/or what he took.
Feel that.
Go ahead.
Ow! No, no! No, no, no, no, no! Every one of Broadsky's kills was to fulfill a mission.
He finds a bad guy who deserves to die and then gets someone to pay him for it.
Well, Matt Leishenger I mean, he was a good guy.
Former military, all-around Boy Scout.
How does Broadsky live with that? Leishenger must have defied him.
Say he refused to lend him his rifle.
That would have immediately put him on the wrong side.
- With me.
- Exactly.
I mean, Broadsky wants you gone the same way you want him gone.
He wants to kill.
I don't.
But you know what? I'll do what I have to do.
I hope so, 'cause with you gone, you know, we're next.
What? Well, anybody on your team is against his team, so I should have shot him in the back when I had the chance.
Professionally, I disagree.
Personally, not so much.
Two simple nondisplaced fractures on the seventh rib.
The average Homo sapien isn't even a 10th the size of a T.
rex.
And yet we are still able to defeat it on the field of battle.
I mean, granted, arm wrestling is a very narrow field, but it is a field nonetheless.
I'd like to focus on the case, Mr.
Nigel-Murray.
Apologies.
Left foot crushing fractures to the metatarsals and intermediate cuneiform.
Hairline fracture to the C2 vertebra.
So cracked rib, crushed foot and a neck fracture? Assault by more than one person? Step over here, Mr.
Nigel-Murray.
Okay - you are Mr.
Leishenger, and I'll be his attacker.
- Oh.
Broadsky is an expert in close-quarter combat.
I assume that I will be dead very soon then.
- I elbow you in the ribs.
- Ooh! I stomp on your foot, and an elbow to the top of the spine.
Yeah.
That'll account for all the injuries.
Are you positive? 'Cause I wouldn't mind seeing this one more time.
All of this is followed by the coup de grâce a knife thrust beneath the chin.
All right.
I'm dead, I'm dead.
Just take it on faith.
What does all this mean? Well, Leishenger was beaten and stabbed.
- I get that, but how is that gonna lead me to Broadsky? - It doesn't.
Well, he's out there right now with Leishenger's weapon.
Memory comes when memory's old I am never the first to know Following this stream up north Where do people like us float? There is room in my lap For bruises, asses, hand claps I will never disappear For forever I'll be here Whispering Morning keep the streets empty For me Morning keep the streets empty For me I'm laying down eating snow My fur is hot My tongue is cold On a bed of spider web I think of how to change myself A lot of hope in a one-man tent - There's no room for innocence There appears to be some sort of faint bruising of the mastoid process.
Multiple bruises.
Guys, it's Broadsky.
Here.
Oh.
Wh-What do I do? Don't answer it till the fifth ring.
Give me time to get Angela's trace.
And then what do I do? Try to sound like Booth.
- Are you all right? - Yeah.
We're all right.
Booth! What's going on? - Oh, God! - I don't know! We need an ambulance! Someone's been shot! Hurry! Vincent Okay.
Look Vincent, can you hear me? Vincent, you have to stay conscious.
Help is on the way.
Listen, Vincent.
I gotta apply pressure on this wound, okay? I know it hurts, but I have to apply the pressure.
It doesn't It doesn't hurt.
- That's good, right, Booth? - Yeah, it's good.
Please Please don't make Don't make me leave.
No.
You don't have to leave.
I I lo I love being here.
Don't Just don't make me leave.
We love you here.
We don't want you to leave.
Open your eyes, Vincent.
Stay with me! I Please Please don't Just don't make me go.
I I don't wanna go.
I love It's been lovely being here with with you.
No, you can stay here with us as long as you like, Vincent.
You're my favorite.
Everyone knows that.
Right, Booth? You have to keep the pressure on! No, I don't, Bones.
You did what you could.
You were very brave.
I witnessed everything.
You did everything that you could.
I can't believe he's dead.
Well, the bullet nearly severed his aorta.
It's amazing he lasted as long as he did.
I think Angela means she's struggling with the concept that we'll never see Vincent again.
Can we just be sad for a minute without He was the sweetest guy.
With all his facts.
And his confessions.
I mean, really, if those were the worst things he ever did So Broadsky got away.
He was on a construction crane when he took the shot.
We recovered the bullet casing.
And it was an amazing shot.
How did Broadsky see into the lab? Thermal imaging.
He aimed for the guy who picked up the phone.
He meant to kill you.
I'm the one who gave Vincent the phone.
Told him to pick it up.
You didn't know.
I mean, there's no use I don't blame myself for this, Sweets.
I blame the guy who pulled the trigger.
- Okay.
- You still have blood on your hands.
Booth, she she means literally.
What do we do now? We work to catch the murderer.
I'm as tough as anybody in this world but I refuse to perform the autopsy on Mr.
Nigel-Murray.
Why would we? I mean, we know what killed him.
Guys, just listen to me for a second here.
All right, I've been through this lost a lot of friends in war.
So why don't we all just take, you know, a little time, and and then tomorrow, like Bones says, we'll get this son of a bitch.
You're staying at my apartment tonight.
Okay.
- Keep the blinds closed, okay? - I understand.
You know what? Just stay away from the windows, just to be safe.
- Safe, yes.
- All right, listen, Bones.
Let me sleep on the couch, all right? You can have the bed.
No.
No.
I'm smaller.
I-I can fit on the couch.
Plus you have to kill Broadsky.
You need your sleep.
That's very logical.
Thank you.
Yes.
Oh, uh This sweatshirt gonna be okay? Yes, I'll be fine.
Thank you.
All right, let me help you with the - No, I can I can make the bed.
- You're right.
Thanks, Booth.
Right.
All right.
Good night, Bones.
Good night, Booth.
- Oh! - Wha Sorry.
Sorry.
I I didn't mean to wake you up.
Oh, no.
That's okay, babe.
I wish you'd gone home.
Yeah.
Well, I wish you'd gone home.
Yeah.
I know you you really liked Vincent.
When we found out that our baby has a 25% chance of being born blind Vincent gave me this list of other things that have a one-in-four chance.
He thought statistics could make us feel better.
Yeah.
Well, what did you find? Okay.
All right.
So The only thing that appears to be missing from Matt Leishenger's wallet - it went here in this slot.
- A credit card? Well, but the F.
B.
I.
checked, and both his credit cards are accounted for.
But whatever did go there Right? It left behind traces of gold.
Gold? I know, right? Hmm.
Well, you'll find what it was.
Bet on it, baby.
You bet on it too, baby.
Poor Vincent.
Yeah.
I know.
I'm sorry.
No, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Did you Did you hear something? No.
No.
You want me to put the gun away? Yes.
Okay.
What's wrong? He kept saying "Don't make me go.
" What? Vincent.
He was looking at me and he was saying "Don't make me leave.
" He said that he that he loved being there.
Why would he think that I'm the one making him leave? What kind of person am I? No.
Come here.
No, no, no, no, no, Bones.
You got that all wrong, all right? - You got it all wrong.
- No, I-I heard him.
You did too.
"Don't make me leave.
" That's what he said.
He wasn't talking to you.
I was the only one there and you.
He wasn't He wasn't talking to you.
He was talking to God.
He didn't want to die.
No.
Vincent was like me, Booth.
He was an atheist.
Okay.
Then he was talking to the universe then.
He didn't want to go.
He wasn't ready, Bones.
He wanted to stay.
Well, if there was a God, then he would have let Vincent stay here with us.
That's not how it works.
Can I just Yeah.
That's why I'm here.
I'm right here.
I know.
It's hard.
How are you doing? Vincent's file.
I had to call his mom in England.
I'm sorry.
When she saw the Jeffersonian caller I.
D she thought it was Vincent calling.
Oh, my God.
So I had to tell her he was dead and, uh, told her how much he meant to us and then I just listened to her sob.
I don't I don't know how you did that.
Well, I promised her that we'd arrange to have him sent home when his body's released.
And there'll There'll be a funeral.
He was such a sweet little weirdo, wasn't he? Yeah.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Look at this.
In the slot where I found traces of gold I also found under black light What is that? It's the impression from an access card.
Look, it's the rectangular impression from the hole where the lanyard or the clip goes.
Yeah, that explains the gold.
A lot of smart cards have gold contact plates.
So, it wasn't just Leishenger's rifle Broadsky wanted.
It was his access card? Yeah, but to what? Well, we'll let the F.
B.
I.
answer that one.
Yeah? Matt Leishenger's boss is in the interrogation room.
- Right.
Hylton Trucking, right? - Yes, sir.
The kid who was killed in the lab was he a friend of yours? Yes, he was.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Well, you know what? Don't be sorry.
Just help me get revenge.
We don't use access cards.
Our trucks go out, come back in empty.
It's not a big company.
We all know each other.
Matt Leishenger was one of your employees? Yes.
In our security department.
He was running checks on drivers investigating if a load was ever light that sort of thing.
You think Matt was a crook? Well, someone tried to take his access card.
He died giving it up, so I don't think he was a bad guy.
Okay, I hit a nerve there.
I apologize.
Tell me what I can do to help.
Can you think of any reason why he was carrying an access card? The port.
Everybody needs an access card at the port.
It's international.
The port in Wilmington.
Have a good one.
Hey.
You've been staring at Leishenger's skull for a really long time.
Are you trying to get that thing to talk to you? Are you being metaphoric? No, I was just trying to lighten the mood.
It didn't work.
The mastoid process is generally not a target in close-quarter combat.
Perhaps I should examine it microscopically.
You told me that an hour ago.
What is going on? I mean, is this about Vincent? Yes.
Yeah.
And I got into bed with Booth last night.
Wh Why aren't you saying anything? Because I don't wanna yell "hallelujah" so close to losing Vincent.
I think I did it because of Vincent.
Wait.
Whoa.
What exactly happened after you after you crawled into bed with Booth? I got the G.
C.
mass spec results back on the bullet that killed Vincent.
Honey, no, not right now.
I'm sorry.
I love you, but go tell Cam.
Go.
Away.
Away.
I got the G.
C.
mass spec results back on the bullet that killed Vincent.
You gonna holler at me to go away? No.
Have you told Dr.
Brennan? Let's just say I tried, and I got shouted at to go away.
Well, Vincent's death it's put us all a little on edge.
But you look like you're out of breath, so you must have found something pretty good.
Right.
Okay, so, uh, most of the trace burned off when the gun was fired, right? But I managed to identify what was left in the primer pocket of the casing we recovered.
- And what does this tell us? - I think it tells us something about the bullet since Broadsky built the bullet.
Now, ethanol, sodium citrate, glycerin and E-polylysine which is a biofungicide used to decontaminate fruits and vegetables.
But also sodium chloride with traces of borate, strontium and magnesium and you know what that means.
Of course, but remind me anyway.
Sea salt.
The bullet was made near the ocean.
Someplace where they decontaminate produce.
That's very good.
It is, isn't it? See, that's what I thought and that's why I didn't understand Don't you think Booth will want to hear this information right away? Right.
Right.
Yeah, I know the guy.
- When was the last time you saw him? - About an hour ago.
- Okay, was he coming or going? - He was coming onto the yard.
Why? - Did he leave? - No.
I think he's part of the crew on some ship.
Now you gonna tell me what's going on? No.
I'm gonna tell you to shut this place down now.
You got the authority to do that? 'Cause I sure as hell don't.
I want you to get him to call his boss, then his boss whatever it takes to shut this facility down.
Yes, sir, but what are you gonna do? Then I want you to call H.
R.
T.
and have them report everything to you.
Yes, sir.
- Booth.
- Broadsky made his bullet at a location near the ocean where produce is disinfected.
Okay.
Hold on.
This guy here did he ever crew a ship that carries fruits and vegetables? Yeah.
The Persephone.
That's the ship he works on.
- Where can I find that? - Right down there.
Far south side.
Pier 8.
You can't miss it.
Okay.
Thanks, Hodgins.
Hey Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Don't you want any details? Okay, look, I found sodium citrate, glycerin, E-polylysine You hung up, didn't you? Booth? Yeah.
Okay.
Whoa.
Okay, when the cavalry gets here, you tell them I'm heading towards the Persephone.
Armed and dangerous.
Get on with H.
R.
T.
Whoa! Sorry, man! Booth? He's there, but he's not answering.
Maybe he can't.
Okay.
Single click "yes," double click "no.
" - Is this Booth? - Are you in danger? Are you after Broadsky? - I have information for him.
- - Hold on.
Booth, the two bruises on the mastoid process were inflicted by two knuckles on Broadsky's right fist.
- Do you understand what that means? Dr.
Brennan, listen.
If he is playing dueling snipers with Broadsky, you gotta get to the point real fast.
Okay.
He struck the mastoid which is nearly 44 millimeters thick.
Ah! Yes! Yes! Broadsky's right hand is broken.
You may have just saved my life.
Damn it! Broadsky! You missed! Happens to the best of us.
Not to you.
Not to me.
You want to give up? You want to give up? You know that's not my thing.
Drop your weapon, or I'll blow your head off.
Breaking tradition here.
Snipers go for high ground, Booth.
Your hand's broken.
You can't adjust.
How could you possibly know that? The boy you killed the squint he was a good kid.
You did wrong there.
Collateral damage in the pursuit of a greater good.
Drop the weapon.
I'm not gonna ask you again.
Booth! Shut up, Jake.
You're really so damn positive you're the good guy in this? Yeah.
Positive as you are.
Difference is, I'm right.
Brennan.
Yes, I-I understand.
Thank you.
- Booth got Broadsky.
- Yes! I knew he'd get him.
Yes! Okay.
Thank God.
Oh, boy.
Maybe she's not coming.
No.
She'll She'll be here.
Well, Dr.
Brennan has been known to retreat into hyper-rationalism in times of emotional turmoil which could very well result in Okay, even I want to slap you now.
All right, guys.
Bones said she will come.
She will definitely be here.
Oh.
Hey, uh Hey, guys? - Let us handle that, okay? - Okay.
Here you go.
Do you Do you want to say something? What? Me? I - Yeah.
- I barely knew him.
That's true.
Booth only ever called Mr.
Nigel-Murray "the English squintern.
" Wow.
Some of us were worried that you wouldn't make it.
I stopped to get this.
Right.
Because nothing says "rest in peace" like a potted plant.
Did I do something wrong? No, honey.
You did something exactly right.
You know, Vincent gave me a great piece of advice.
He said the busiest shopping hour the entire year is between 3:00 and 4:00 on Christmas Eve.
So I never shop during that time.
Oh.
He told me that Quebec City in Canada has the same amount of street crime as Disney World.
So it's a safe place to visit.
Vincent informed me that the crack of a whip was actually the tip breaking the sound barrier.
He told me that the top of the Eiffel Tower is actually six inches shorter in the wintertime so it's better to climb it then.
Vincent's favorite song was "The Lime in the Coconut.
" Seriously? 'Cause that's like That's my jam.
Brother bought a coconut He bought it for a dime Sister had another one She paid it for a lime She put the lime in the coconut and drank 'em both up - She put the lime in the coconut - The lime in the coconut And drank 'em both up She put the lime in the coconut and drank 'em both up She put the lime in the coconut and called the doctor, woke him up Said, "Doctor, is there nothin' I can take?" She said, "Doctor, to relieve this bellyache" I said, "Doctor Ain't there nothin' I can take?" I said, "Doctor, to relieve this bellyache" Now let me get this straight You put the lime in the coconut and drink 'em both up She put the lime in the coconut She drank 'em both up She put the lime in the coconut She drank 'em both up She put the lime in the coconut and drank 'em both up She put the lime in the coconut, called the doctor, woke him up Said, "Doctor, is there nothin' I can take?" She said, "Doctor, to relieve this bellyache" I said, "Doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take?" I said, "Doctor, to relive this bellyache" Lime in the coconut What's that mean? English - US - SDH
That guy is gone.
All you got left is some pink mist hanging in the morning air.
Hey, you still got it.
So do you.
You bastard.
You're testing me.
I need some help.
You're still active.
I appreciate that, Jake, but I'm done killing people.
Don't worry.
I don't need an observer.
The F.
B.
I.
's breathing down your neck.
- How do you know? - Well, they called me.
Said that you were off the reservation.
- You believe them? - No.
Not you.
Not "the left hand of God.
" I just figured you were working for the C.
I.
A.
and the feebs didn't like it.
You know, something like that.
Something like that.
You gotta trust that I'm still working for the good guys.
Couldn't be any other way.
So what do you need? Your rifle, for one thing.
Let me think about it.
Okay.
To the good guys.
The good guys.
I'm concerned.
We haven't had a case in over a week.
Hey, maybe the world's just become a nicer place.
I told the department I had to put all my efforts into catching Broadsky.
Oh You can't treat this like a personal vendetta, Agent Booth.
- There are other agents.
- But it is personal, Sweets.
Booth served with Broadsky in the military.
They took the same oath, and now Broadsky's using his considerable skill to assassinate people he arbitrarily deems unfit.
Right, right.
So, bottom line until he's caught it's all Broadsky, all the time, got it? - I have massive news.
Yes! - Oh.
The Tyrannosaurus rex has arrived! That is massive news.
Whoa, whoa.
Wait a second.
You guys can just do that? You can just order a dinosaur? A skeletal replica.
I've been up all night reviewing the literature.
Were you aware that Tyrannosaurus rex had fused furcula? Right.
I think my aunt has that.
Mr.
Nigel-Murray and I are delivering a paper at an upcoming conference.
"The Comparative Forelimb Osteology and Biomechanics of Theropod Versus Homo sapien.
" Apparently that's very funny.
It's gonna bring down the house.
Somebody just spotted Broadsky placing flowers on his girlfriend's grave.
- He made you.
- Yes, sir.
I'm so sorry.
I wanted to work with you so badly, and I totally messed up.
No, no, no, no.
It's all right.
You know, it's my fault.
I should have briefed you not to take his picture.
All right? - It's like he had a sixth sense.
- You did a good job.
- Was he in a vehicle? - No, sir.
He took off on foot that way.
By the time backup got here, he was gone.
All right.
I'll need Metro at the train stations and underground.
- Put a BOLO out with his description.
- Yes, sir.
- Anybody touch those? - No, sir.
Special Agent Genevieve Shaw, I need a BOLO on a Jacob Broadsky.
White male, 6'2", 180 pounds.
Take this down.
Call the carrier and put a track on this now.
Hello, Jacob.
You staking out Paula's grave? That's pretty cold, Seeley.
Well, that's funny coming from someone like you.
You feel me looking at you? Just being careful.
That's all.
Do the math, Seeley.
I'm doing good work.
You kill people.
No judge, no jury, just you making the call.
My conscience is clear.
Since you're trying to stop me, you're playing for the wrong team.
Oh, you threatening me now? Self-defense, Seeley.
Sometimes that means a very aggressive offense.
You forget who you're dealing with, Jacob? Not for a moment.
And don't you forget.
You never see the bullet that takes you down.
Broadsky knew I'd show up at the cemetery, so he left me the phone.
Why? Well, he wants to keep the lines of communication open.
Well, yeah, I get that, but why? - Well, he said you crossed the line, right? - Right.
In his mind, you are two sides of a coin.
I think it's possible that he still hopes that maybe you will stand down and let him do what he calls his "good work" unimpeded.
All right.
Just pull out the magic Ouija board and tell me what his next move is.
You know, someone might not know what you know.
And that person would be helping him.
That's my best Ouija guess.
Early days still but this is roughly what Dr.
Brennan and I propose for our demonstration at the conference.
You're going to go dressed like a dinosaur? No, no, no.
These are very accurate representations of T.
rex bones.
Dr.
Brennan will introduce the topic in the abstract.
"The Comparative Forelimb Osteology and Biomechanics of Theropod Versus Homo sapien.
" It's a fight between Tyrannosaurus rex and humans? The T.
rex's arms were very short relative to the overall body size allowing us to postulate an arm wrestling competition.
Arm wrestling.
Oh, boy.
Oh.
It's gonna be an annihilation.
On paper only.
I will be charting the biomechanical analysis.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait.
After all this buildup you and Dr.
Brennan are gonna just pop a few equations on a blackboard? PowerPoint, but, essentially, yes.
No.
No.
That won't do.
I got a much better idea.
Oh.
Agent Booth! Look.
Oh, God.
Don't explain, please.
Don't explain.
We really need to get back to solving murders.
Um So Broadsky's call was too short for your guys to trace but the network did register his unique mobile equipment identifier.
It's automatically transmitted by your cell phone every time you make a call.
What will that give me? It'll tell us which cell tower is transmitting his call.
How many cell towers are there in the United States of America? Well, there's between but maybe only a couple hundred in D.
C.
When he makes a call, the nearest cell phone tower will track it.
Like this.
Oh.
It'll geo-tag the cell tower and text your phone.
Just punch on the app that I'm gonna send you and you'll have it in, like, four or five seconds.
- So you're gonna send me that app now? - Yeah.
- Great.
- This'll help.
No, right.
It helps.
Thanks.
I appreciate it.
Uh, how are you feeling? Oh, boy.
Like an overstuffed turkey shoved into the overhead bin of an overcrowded flight.
How about you? Me? Like I'm chasing a ghost.
Yeah.
Just make sure it's not your own.
I'm sorry? I-I just meant, be careful.
I will.
- So you're sure about this, Shaw? - Yes.
I went through the financials of all Broadsky's known associates.
All by yourself? I'm trying to make up for letting him make me at the cemetery.
I know you don't hold it against me, but I hold it against me if you know what I mean, sir.
Okay.
So what'd you get? His name is Matthew Leishenger.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I know him.
Young guy, spotter.
This is his checking account.
Leishenger made a big withdrawal about 48 hours ago - a couple grand.
- It's cash? Yeah.
Largest withdrawal he's made in two years.
Okay.
And you're sure the address is current? According to the D.
M.
V.
, I.
R.
S.
and three marginally legal Internet sites.
Good enough.
Thank you for letting me come along, sir.
Well, we gotta pick up one other person too.
- No offense.
- Hmm? Maybe you should stay behind me.
Oh, of course.
I don't measure my manhood the same way you do.
That came out wrong.
Why did we bring the civilian? He's the one who sent us in this direction.
Plus he'll be able to tell us if Leishenger is lying.
How? Well, visual assessing cues provide an excellent method of detecting neuro-linguistic anomalies Can we pick this up when we're sure we're not gonna be shot at? Of course.
Leishenger's cabin is towards the ridgeline.
The ridgeline with the crows? Yeah.
God.
I hate when this happens.
It's Leishenger, isn't it? Yeah.
We got a hard case here for a Barrett sniper rifle.
Broadsky took the rifle? Yeah.
Thing is, if he was gonna go anywhere he definitely would've taken the case with him, so let's just all get very low, all right? I hate this! I wish he'd shot us before we got this far.
I'm saying everything wrong.
Agent Booth, there's a camera on us.
He knows exactly where we are.
Okay.
Everybody just stay put.
Make a call in to H.
R.
T.
For how long? - - This is Agent Shaw requesting H.
R.
T.
backup.
Possible military sniper in the environs armed with a.
338-caliber Barrett s I estimate Leishenger's been dead for about five days.
I can see multiple fractures.
I'll catalog those for Dr.
Brennan.
But cause of death looks like Broadsky stabbed him under the chin.
We haven't yet established that Broadsky was the murderer.
Okay.
Hold that thought.
But whoever the killer was, he didn't take any cash from the victim's wallet.
And crime scene techs found glove smears on it.
Did you know that chicken-skin gloves were the height of fashion in the 17th century? It's not pertinent.
So the murderer went through the wallet but didn't take any of the cash? - Right.
- So what was he looking for? That is a good question.
Vincent! Um Hey.
Uh, life and death.
I'm gonna have him back in three minutes.
Okay.
Now give it a try.
Oh! It works! Now, if your math is correct, you are now as strong as a T.
rex.
These components will exert the appropriate degree of force, both resistive and motive.
Yeah, that's what I said.
Are you ready to represent the human race? Always! Ready? Life or death, huh? Dr.
Saroyan, you are about to witness the first confrontation between man and dinosaur.
- I'm the man.
- Thanks for the hint.
Okay.
Three, two, one.
Go.
Ooh.
Okay.
Careful.
If you break Hodgins, you'll be responsible for raising his unborn child.
Come on.
Don't torture me.
Just finish this.
No, no.
I can't.
It's the scapular joint.
It will not rotate beyond 40 degrees.
Wait.
You can't finish the deal? Oh! Oh! The pain, the agony! Yes! That is one for humanity and zero for the tyrant lizard! Dr.
Brennan is going to love this.
We're going to be the toast of the conference.
Come on.
Okay.
Go humanity.
Broadsky had his hands all over this.
Find out where he is and/or what he took.
Feel that.
Go ahead.
Ow! No, no! No, no, no, no, no! Every one of Broadsky's kills was to fulfill a mission.
He finds a bad guy who deserves to die and then gets someone to pay him for it.
Well, Matt Leishenger I mean, he was a good guy.
Former military, all-around Boy Scout.
How does Broadsky live with that? Leishenger must have defied him.
Say he refused to lend him his rifle.
That would have immediately put him on the wrong side.
- With me.
- Exactly.
I mean, Broadsky wants you gone the same way you want him gone.
He wants to kill.
I don't.
But you know what? I'll do what I have to do.
I hope so, 'cause with you gone, you know, we're next.
What? Well, anybody on your team is against his team, so I should have shot him in the back when I had the chance.
Professionally, I disagree.
Personally, not so much.
Two simple nondisplaced fractures on the seventh rib.
The average Homo sapien isn't even a 10th the size of a T.
rex.
And yet we are still able to defeat it on the field of battle.
I mean, granted, arm wrestling is a very narrow field, but it is a field nonetheless.
I'd like to focus on the case, Mr.
Nigel-Murray.
Apologies.
Left foot crushing fractures to the metatarsals and intermediate cuneiform.
Hairline fracture to the C2 vertebra.
So cracked rib, crushed foot and a neck fracture? Assault by more than one person? Step over here, Mr.
Nigel-Murray.
Okay - you are Mr.
Leishenger, and I'll be his attacker.
- Oh.
Broadsky is an expert in close-quarter combat.
I assume that I will be dead very soon then.
- I elbow you in the ribs.
- Ooh! I stomp on your foot, and an elbow to the top of the spine.
Yeah.
That'll account for all the injuries.
Are you positive? 'Cause I wouldn't mind seeing this one more time.
All of this is followed by the coup de grâce a knife thrust beneath the chin.
All right.
I'm dead, I'm dead.
Just take it on faith.
What does all this mean? Well, Leishenger was beaten and stabbed.
- I get that, but how is that gonna lead me to Broadsky? - It doesn't.
Well, he's out there right now with Leishenger's weapon.
Memory comes when memory's old I am never the first to know Following this stream up north Where do people like us float? There is room in my lap For bruises, asses, hand claps I will never disappear For forever I'll be here Whispering Morning keep the streets empty For me Morning keep the streets empty For me I'm laying down eating snow My fur is hot My tongue is cold On a bed of spider web I think of how to change myself A lot of hope in a one-man tent - There's no room for innocence There appears to be some sort of faint bruising of the mastoid process.
Multiple bruises.
Guys, it's Broadsky.
Here.
Oh.
Wh-What do I do? Don't answer it till the fifth ring.
Give me time to get Angela's trace.
And then what do I do? Try to sound like Booth.
- Are you all right? - Yeah.
We're all right.
Booth! What's going on? - Oh, God! - I don't know! We need an ambulance! Someone's been shot! Hurry! Vincent Okay.
Look Vincent, can you hear me? Vincent, you have to stay conscious.
Help is on the way.
Listen, Vincent.
I gotta apply pressure on this wound, okay? I know it hurts, but I have to apply the pressure.
It doesn't It doesn't hurt.
- That's good, right, Booth? - Yeah, it's good.
Please Please don't make Don't make me leave.
No.
You don't have to leave.
I I lo I love being here.
Don't Just don't make me leave.
We love you here.
We don't want you to leave.
Open your eyes, Vincent.
Stay with me! I Please Please don't Just don't make me go.
I I don't wanna go.
I love It's been lovely being here with with you.
No, you can stay here with us as long as you like, Vincent.
You're my favorite.
Everyone knows that.
Right, Booth? You have to keep the pressure on! No, I don't, Bones.
You did what you could.
You were very brave.
I witnessed everything.
You did everything that you could.
I can't believe he's dead.
Well, the bullet nearly severed his aorta.
It's amazing he lasted as long as he did.
I think Angela means she's struggling with the concept that we'll never see Vincent again.
Can we just be sad for a minute without He was the sweetest guy.
With all his facts.
And his confessions.
I mean, really, if those were the worst things he ever did So Broadsky got away.
He was on a construction crane when he took the shot.
We recovered the bullet casing.
And it was an amazing shot.
How did Broadsky see into the lab? Thermal imaging.
He aimed for the guy who picked up the phone.
He meant to kill you.
I'm the one who gave Vincent the phone.
Told him to pick it up.
You didn't know.
I mean, there's no use I don't blame myself for this, Sweets.
I blame the guy who pulled the trigger.
- Okay.
- You still have blood on your hands.
Booth, she she means literally.
What do we do now? We work to catch the murderer.
I'm as tough as anybody in this world but I refuse to perform the autopsy on Mr.
Nigel-Murray.
Why would we? I mean, we know what killed him.
Guys, just listen to me for a second here.
All right, I've been through this lost a lot of friends in war.
So why don't we all just take, you know, a little time, and and then tomorrow, like Bones says, we'll get this son of a bitch.
You're staying at my apartment tonight.
Okay.
- Keep the blinds closed, okay? - I understand.
You know what? Just stay away from the windows, just to be safe.
- Safe, yes.
- All right, listen, Bones.
Let me sleep on the couch, all right? You can have the bed.
No.
No.
I'm smaller.
I-I can fit on the couch.
Plus you have to kill Broadsky.
You need your sleep.
That's very logical.
Thank you.
Yes.
Oh, uh This sweatshirt gonna be okay? Yes, I'll be fine.
Thank you.
All right, let me help you with the - No, I can I can make the bed.
- You're right.
Thanks, Booth.
Right.
All right.
Good night, Bones.
Good night, Booth.
- Oh! - Wha Sorry.
Sorry.
I I didn't mean to wake you up.
Oh, no.
That's okay, babe.
I wish you'd gone home.
Yeah.
Well, I wish you'd gone home.
Yeah.
I know you you really liked Vincent.
When we found out that our baby has a 25% chance of being born blind Vincent gave me this list of other things that have a one-in-four chance.
He thought statistics could make us feel better.
Yeah.
Well, what did you find? Okay.
All right.
So The only thing that appears to be missing from Matt Leishenger's wallet - it went here in this slot.
- A credit card? Well, but the F.
B.
I.
checked, and both his credit cards are accounted for.
But whatever did go there Right? It left behind traces of gold.
Gold? I know, right? Hmm.
Well, you'll find what it was.
Bet on it, baby.
You bet on it too, baby.
Poor Vincent.
Yeah.
I know.
I'm sorry.
No, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Did you Did you hear something? No.
No.
You want me to put the gun away? Yes.
Okay.
What's wrong? He kept saying "Don't make me go.
" What? Vincent.
He was looking at me and he was saying "Don't make me leave.
" He said that he that he loved being there.
Why would he think that I'm the one making him leave? What kind of person am I? No.
Come here.
No, no, no, no, no, Bones.
You got that all wrong, all right? - You got it all wrong.
- No, I-I heard him.
You did too.
"Don't make me leave.
" That's what he said.
He wasn't talking to you.
I was the only one there and you.
He wasn't He wasn't talking to you.
He was talking to God.
He didn't want to die.
No.
Vincent was like me, Booth.
He was an atheist.
Okay.
Then he was talking to the universe then.
He didn't want to go.
He wasn't ready, Bones.
He wanted to stay.
Well, if there was a God, then he would have let Vincent stay here with us.
That's not how it works.
Can I just Yeah.
That's why I'm here.
I'm right here.
I know.
It's hard.
How are you doing? Vincent's file.
I had to call his mom in England.
I'm sorry.
When she saw the Jeffersonian caller I.
D she thought it was Vincent calling.
Oh, my God.
So I had to tell her he was dead and, uh, told her how much he meant to us and then I just listened to her sob.
I don't I don't know how you did that.
Well, I promised her that we'd arrange to have him sent home when his body's released.
And there'll There'll be a funeral.
He was such a sweet little weirdo, wasn't he? Yeah.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Look at this.
In the slot where I found traces of gold I also found under black light What is that? It's the impression from an access card.
Look, it's the rectangular impression from the hole where the lanyard or the clip goes.
Yeah, that explains the gold.
A lot of smart cards have gold contact plates.
So, it wasn't just Leishenger's rifle Broadsky wanted.
It was his access card? Yeah, but to what? Well, we'll let the F.
B.
I.
answer that one.
Yeah? Matt Leishenger's boss is in the interrogation room.
- Right.
Hylton Trucking, right? - Yes, sir.
The kid who was killed in the lab was he a friend of yours? Yes, he was.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Well, you know what? Don't be sorry.
Just help me get revenge.
We don't use access cards.
Our trucks go out, come back in empty.
It's not a big company.
We all know each other.
Matt Leishenger was one of your employees? Yes.
In our security department.
He was running checks on drivers investigating if a load was ever light that sort of thing.
You think Matt was a crook? Well, someone tried to take his access card.
He died giving it up, so I don't think he was a bad guy.
Okay, I hit a nerve there.
I apologize.
Tell me what I can do to help.
Can you think of any reason why he was carrying an access card? The port.
Everybody needs an access card at the port.
It's international.
The port in Wilmington.
Have a good one.
Hey.
You've been staring at Leishenger's skull for a really long time.
Are you trying to get that thing to talk to you? Are you being metaphoric? No, I was just trying to lighten the mood.
It didn't work.
The mastoid process is generally not a target in close-quarter combat.
Perhaps I should examine it microscopically.
You told me that an hour ago.
What is going on? I mean, is this about Vincent? Yes.
Yeah.
And I got into bed with Booth last night.
Wh Why aren't you saying anything? Because I don't wanna yell "hallelujah" so close to losing Vincent.
I think I did it because of Vincent.
Wait.
Whoa.
What exactly happened after you after you crawled into bed with Booth? I got the G.
C.
mass spec results back on the bullet that killed Vincent.
Honey, no, not right now.
I'm sorry.
I love you, but go tell Cam.
Go.
Away.
Away.
I got the G.
C.
mass spec results back on the bullet that killed Vincent.
You gonna holler at me to go away? No.
Have you told Dr.
Brennan? Let's just say I tried, and I got shouted at to go away.
Well, Vincent's death it's put us all a little on edge.
But you look like you're out of breath, so you must have found something pretty good.
Right.
Okay, so, uh, most of the trace burned off when the gun was fired, right? But I managed to identify what was left in the primer pocket of the casing we recovered.
- And what does this tell us? - I think it tells us something about the bullet since Broadsky built the bullet.
Now, ethanol, sodium citrate, glycerin and E-polylysine which is a biofungicide used to decontaminate fruits and vegetables.
But also sodium chloride with traces of borate, strontium and magnesium and you know what that means.
Of course, but remind me anyway.
Sea salt.
The bullet was made near the ocean.
Someplace where they decontaminate produce.
That's very good.
It is, isn't it? See, that's what I thought and that's why I didn't understand Don't you think Booth will want to hear this information right away? Right.
Right.
Yeah, I know the guy.
- When was the last time you saw him? - About an hour ago.
- Okay, was he coming or going? - He was coming onto the yard.
Why? - Did he leave? - No.
I think he's part of the crew on some ship.
Now you gonna tell me what's going on? No.
I'm gonna tell you to shut this place down now.
You got the authority to do that? 'Cause I sure as hell don't.
I want you to get him to call his boss, then his boss whatever it takes to shut this facility down.
Yes, sir, but what are you gonna do? Then I want you to call H.
R.
T.
and have them report everything to you.
Yes, sir.
- Booth.
- Broadsky made his bullet at a location near the ocean where produce is disinfected.
Okay.
Hold on.
This guy here did he ever crew a ship that carries fruits and vegetables? Yeah.
The Persephone.
That's the ship he works on.
- Where can I find that? - Right down there.
Far south side.
Pier 8.
You can't miss it.
Okay.
Thanks, Hodgins.
Hey Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Don't you want any details? Okay, look, I found sodium citrate, glycerin, E-polylysine You hung up, didn't you? Booth? Yeah.
Okay.
Whoa.
Okay, when the cavalry gets here, you tell them I'm heading towards the Persephone.
Armed and dangerous.
Get on with H.
R.
T.
Whoa! Sorry, man! Booth? He's there, but he's not answering.
Maybe he can't.
Okay.
Single click "yes," double click "no.
" - Is this Booth? - Are you in danger? Are you after Broadsky? - I have information for him.
- - Hold on.
Booth, the two bruises on the mastoid process were inflicted by two knuckles on Broadsky's right fist.
- Do you understand what that means? Dr.
Brennan, listen.
If he is playing dueling snipers with Broadsky, you gotta get to the point real fast.
Okay.
He struck the mastoid which is nearly 44 millimeters thick.
Ah! Yes! Yes! Broadsky's right hand is broken.
You may have just saved my life.
Damn it! Broadsky! You missed! Happens to the best of us.
Not to you.
Not to me.
You want to give up? You want to give up? You know that's not my thing.
Drop your weapon, or I'll blow your head off.
Breaking tradition here.
Snipers go for high ground, Booth.
Your hand's broken.
You can't adjust.
How could you possibly know that? The boy you killed the squint he was a good kid.
You did wrong there.
Collateral damage in the pursuit of a greater good.
Drop the weapon.
I'm not gonna ask you again.
Booth! Shut up, Jake.
You're really so damn positive you're the good guy in this? Yeah.
Positive as you are.
Difference is, I'm right.
Brennan.
Yes, I-I understand.
Thank you.
- Booth got Broadsky.
- Yes! I knew he'd get him.
Yes! Okay.
Thank God.
Oh, boy.
Maybe she's not coming.
No.
She'll She'll be here.
Well, Dr.
Brennan has been known to retreat into hyper-rationalism in times of emotional turmoil which could very well result in Okay, even I want to slap you now.
All right, guys.
Bones said she will come.
She will definitely be here.
Oh.
Hey, uh Hey, guys? - Let us handle that, okay? - Okay.
Here you go.
Do you Do you want to say something? What? Me? I - Yeah.
- I barely knew him.
That's true.
Booth only ever called Mr.
Nigel-Murray "the English squintern.
" Wow.
Some of us were worried that you wouldn't make it.
I stopped to get this.
Right.
Because nothing says "rest in peace" like a potted plant.
Did I do something wrong? No, honey.
You did something exactly right.
You know, Vincent gave me a great piece of advice.
He said the busiest shopping hour the entire year is between 3:00 and 4:00 on Christmas Eve.
So I never shop during that time.
Oh.
He told me that Quebec City in Canada has the same amount of street crime as Disney World.
So it's a safe place to visit.
Vincent informed me that the crack of a whip was actually the tip breaking the sound barrier.
He told me that the top of the Eiffel Tower is actually six inches shorter in the wintertime so it's better to climb it then.
Vincent's favorite song was "The Lime in the Coconut.
" Seriously? 'Cause that's like That's my jam.
Brother bought a coconut He bought it for a dime Sister had another one She paid it for a lime She put the lime in the coconut and drank 'em both up - She put the lime in the coconut - The lime in the coconut And drank 'em both up She put the lime in the coconut and drank 'em both up She put the lime in the coconut and called the doctor, woke him up Said, "Doctor, is there nothin' I can take?" She said, "Doctor, to relieve this bellyache" I said, "Doctor Ain't there nothin' I can take?" I said, "Doctor, to relieve this bellyache" Now let me get this straight You put the lime in the coconut and drink 'em both up She put the lime in the coconut She drank 'em both up She put the lime in the coconut She drank 'em both up She put the lime in the coconut and drank 'em both up She put the lime in the coconut, called the doctor, woke him up Said, "Doctor, is there nothin' I can take?" She said, "Doctor, to relieve this bellyache" I said, "Doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take?" I said, "Doctor, to relive this bellyache" Lime in the coconut What's that mean? English - US - SDH