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Come on, honey!

# Just a perfect day

Great.

# Problems all left alone

# Weekenders on our own

# It's such fun

# Just a perfect day

# You made me forget myself

# I thought I was someone else

# Someone good

- # Oh, it's such a perfect day

# I'm glad I spent it with you

# Oh, such a perfect day

- # You just keep me hanging on

Caroline went to a lot of trouble to get you a private visitation and now you don't want it.

The detention facility already has visiting areas.

Yeah, behind two-inch glass. Now you'll be able to give your old man a hug.

- I didn't ask for special treatment. - You don't have to, because you are special.

And you are gonna tell me... Whoa!

...what happened to whatever is melted to that steering wheel and everything else.

Female. Mid-40s to late-50s.

Pelvis indicates she's given birth.

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

Wedding ring? It's a possibility.

Uh... Don�t just focus on the ground.

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

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

All right, look, Bones. It's not about being happy, OK? It's about doing my job.

Was it a bomb that caused the explosion?

Let's see. The roof is peeled back and the doors...

I was asking him.

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

Pipe bomb?

I can't be sure till the explosive unit gets the van to the lab.

They can't have it. There are remains seared all over the inside of the vehicle.

- They can't be compromised. - I have to call...

This van will go to the Jeffersonian. Your bomb techs can look at it there.

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

A little harsh. Maybe you wanna talk it out.

- Look, Booth. - It's a locket.

Aw... It's probably her daughter.

Who'd wanna blow up a soccer mom?

- You have a skull for a facial reconstruction? - Help yourself.

Oh, great. Is this all I have to work with?

I've always hated puzzles.

Hodgins, before we take the hands from the wheel,

you wanna check the nails for particulates.

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

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

Just getting enough to verify his results. Remember, he's a government bureaucrat.

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

I am a passionate, dedicated scientist who will not be cowed by authoritarian pressure.

- Stay out until the bomb tech comes. - But...

Out.

I have to check the fingernails anyway.

How close are we to ID'ing the victim?

Well, this is the skull. I'm good, but I'm not that good.

Perhaps you could use these. There's a portion of tongue, hair and... brain matter.

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

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

Booth pulled me out of an important lunch.

It took me months to set up that meeting.

It better be good, Booth.

- She'll be working with you, Hodgins. - Yes, please... What? No, um... Huh?

J... Hodgins. D-doctor... M... OK?

- I beg your pardon? - It's...

He's Dr Jack Hodgins.

Angela Montenegro.

- I do facial reconstructions. And him. - Hm.

Pleasure to meet you.

I need you to recover all the metallic particulates,

- then I need a chemical tray with... - Aqueous buffer solution.

Yeah, I know.

You want to perform capillary electrophoresis?

- We can do that? - Oh, yeah.

And it will save time, so... Angela and I can have dinner... alone.

Hm.

Licence plate was destroyed but we traced the VIN.

It was registered to Jeremy Nash in Culpeper, Virginia.

He looks familiar.

Man, our victim was travelling with a lot of stuff - clothes and personal items.

Photo album.

Most of the pictures were burned, but the man in this photo could be Nash.

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

- Looks like Mrs Nash was leaving Mr Nash. - Oh, God! I hate domestic cases.

- Let's go talk to the husband. - I can't. I'm seeing my father.

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

I would hate to appear ungrateful.

B...

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

All right, Max. There you go.

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

This is Booth, not me.

Well, you thank him for me.

I always liked Booth. Nicest guy that ever arrested me.

Touching.

Well, you must like this - me in here. I finally have to follow the rules.

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

- You're upset? - Of course I'm upset. My father's a criminal.

- Outlaw. There's a difference. - Distinctions like that are lost on me,

and, I imagine, your victims.

I know you want some sort of nice, neat story

that puts my life into perspective for you,

- but it doesn't work that way. - You could try.

Don't I deserve that?

I guess I always had a problem with authority.

I just always saw myself fighting the system.

Kind of like Robin Hood.

Do you realise how ridiculous you sound?

You're here for murdering the deputy director of the FBI.

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

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

- To protect you. People were after us. - Because you were a criminal.

Outl... See? I knew you weren't gonna understand.

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

We can get past this. We can.

The court, they're gonna decide how to punish me.

But now? Here?

We can make this whatever we want.

- Here are the cards you asked for. I gotta go. - Wait, these are for us.

What?

You remember that game we used to play when you were five years old?

- Blitz. - Blitz. Come on, let's play a couple of hands.

You always beat me. I remember that too.

A good father would occasionally allow his child to win.

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

You wanna win, earn it. That's why you're so good at what you do now.

Cos you know that nobody is gonna hand you anything.

So... you were a great father?

Well, maybe just not as bad as you think.

How about this? One hand. Come on.

Let me know if you need anything else.

W-w-well, socks. Socks. You know, with the arch supports.

I gotta stand on that chow line forever.

- A bomb? - I'm sorry.

- Were you having any problems? - What? What kind of problems?

Well, she was travelling with a lot of personal stuff - photo albums, clothes...

The "stuff" was for Celia's new dorm room. Clothes, things to decorate.

You're FBI, for God's sakes. You have no idea who did this?

- What is this? Your first case? - Just relax, OK?

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

How do I tell Celia?

How do I t... tell my daughter?

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

- But they leave behind pieces of shrapnel. - Fascinating and very weird.

- They're mine. - Not a surprise.

- Hey! How was your visit with your? - Not germane to the investigation.

Zack. Her left shoulder was badly shattered but still shows evidence of old trauma.

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

Also look at the manubrium. These shadows look like pitting.

Have you determined what kind of bomb was used?

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

And Dr Hodgins is just keeping you company?

What? No!

I'm working. Hard.

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

hard... someplace else.

So...

Hey. What are you doing down here?

Analysing the iconography for the widow's son case

until somebody needs me for the bomb victim.

Look... Angie. Uh...

Agent Frost is a colleague

and I am a professional. OK?

So all that stammering and stuff, I mean, that's not... that isn't...

It's... You know, it's involuntary. It's a bodily thing.

Yeah, that didn't come out right.

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

- Oh, totally hot. - What?

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

Yeah, I know. I mean...

Look, Jack.

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

As long as it stays in your pants.

You know who's totally hot?

You. You are totally...

OK, save it. What have you got?

- These were in Amy Nash's bag. - There's writing on them.

Yeah, Cam needs you to restore them.

I'll give it a try.

Dr Hodgins. I need your samples for the spectrometer.

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

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

- Go. - OK.

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

I dunno how you do that - tell your kid that her mother just got blown up?

- A direct approach would be best. - As opposed to sugar-coating it?

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

How's your dad? You haven't said.

- Apparently, his feet hurt. - I mean his spirits.

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

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

I know that Nash girl would give anything to spend one more day with her mother.

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

I confirmed triphenylmethane dye and iron sulphate

embedded in the manubrium and the flesh.

- Both are found in ballpoint ink. - Ah! It's a home-made tattoo.

Angela's working on recreating the design.

This tattoo appears to have been crudely executed.

- Like a prison tat? - No record of her being in prison.

In Russia, prisoners make tattoo ink

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

This was a ballpoint pen rigged with a sewing needle

pushed down so deep it penetrated her periosteum.

- You mean bone? - Not a very soccer-mom thing to do.

And here we go.

An inverted pentagram. Devil worship.

Mom had a little thing going on the side with Satan?

Oh, the burbs...

There's a design in the centre that I can't quite get.

Wait. Wait, wait.

- Is that a fist? - A fist?

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

So she wasn't Satan's old lady, she was in the NLA.

- The NLA? - National Liberation Army.

Student radicals in the '70s. Tried to change the world.

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

Real visionaries. They also shot and killed a cop in '75.

They broke into a defence contractor's house to rip off his safe.

Said it was the people's money.

June Harris and her boyfriend Neil Watkins were charged with murder but never found.

- FBI's been looking for them for 30 years. - And there they are.

And our victim?

- It's the same woman. - So...

our soccer mom was a killer.

People!

Tell me your fancy-ass equipment is wrong!

- You are not supposed to be up here. - Booth can shoot me later.

This can not be June Harris.

But the dentals match. Angela's reconstruction matches.

- Amy Nash was June Harris. - Pourquoi moi?

She couldn't have waited four days to turn herself into a charcoal briquette?

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

June Harris was turning herself in.

I arranged with her attorney for the surrender.

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

- What was the deal? - Nine years.

Nine years for killing a cop.

For turning herself in and laying this all to rest.

She maintained her innocence, so it was gonna be tough to prosecute.

Sam Reilly was the lead on this case for 30 years.

- He was OK with nine years? - He doesn't know.

Part of the deal. He wasn't to be consulted.

Well, it's OK to tell him now. I know Sam. He deserves that much after 30 years.

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

Bring in Huntzinger, her attorney. He might know something.

Love Huntzinger. Real old-time lefty.

Worked the Chicago Seven trial, sued Nixon, the CIA, Bush...

Let's go before Hodgins gives him the Pinko Medal of Honor. Are you coming?

I can't. Zack and I have to pull the rest of the shrapnel for the bomb tech

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

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

Socks?

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

- It was part of the deal. - And you, Booth. I trained you.

- You think it's right to blow me off? - I just got the case. Don't go whaling on me.

Damn lawyers. Working the case for 30 years and you don't think it deserves a damn call.

- Hey. I'm talking to you. - You're yelling. My ears are starting to ring.

Now, I'm sorry that after 40 years as an agent for the FBI, you're still a little girl,

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

So how about you stop whining and help?

OK, cher?.

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

- What's in the bag, Leonard? - Toothbrush, underwear.

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

No belt, no laces. I'm ready.

Great. We just wanna ask a few questions about June Harris' death.

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

- Nobody has her balls any more. - Except maybe Neil Watkins.

Yeah, you'd love that, wouldn't you? Blame another revolutionary.

- Do you know where Watkins is? - They were partners in crime.

I don't think he would want to risk June turning him in.

- Heard of attorney/client privilege? - Heard of obstruction of justice?

She's not a martyr to her family, just someone they loved.

- If you can understand that. - Cooperating with the system perpetuates it.

- And if the system is corrupt... - Blah blah. What's next?

You gonna warn Watkins that...

- Reilly! - Sam, Sam, Sam! Sam! Sam!

Watkins and Harris are not heroes. Know how they changed society?

- Ask the kid whose father they killed! - He became a cop like his father. Touching.

- You son of a bitch. - Get out of here!

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

What a surprise - lock me up to shut me up.

You should be talking to Valenti, not busting my ass.

Pig comes to me, wants to know where June is.

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

Hey.

See these bruises? A gift from your noble son of a cop.

Nice and soft. I'll be the best dressed on cell block eight. Thanks.

- Sure.

Honey... I'm sorry.

For what?

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

You deserve better.

And I should have told you sooner.

- Well, that's it? Nothing? - What were you expecting? I agree with you.

I was expecting some tears or a hug or something.

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

- You didn't mean it? - Of course I meant it.

Under any objective standard, you have a horrible human being for a father.

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

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

Hey.

I got you this shampoo.

Soap isn't good for your hair.

Nice. I don't wanna smell too good. That can be a problem around here.

There. See? That's better.

- Thanks. - Sure.

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

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

You might even offer to testify on my behalf.

- Is that why you finally apologised? - What?

To use me? Maybe you'd like me to alter evidence now?

- I could join the family business. - How can you think that?

I don't know. Because I seem to pass in and out of your life when it's convenient?

Because you built a whole career using your considerable charm to manipulate people?

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

and it'll take time to fix things, but...

No! Some things break and you can't put them back together again.

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

Wait. Please.

Electrophoresis and HPLC shows potassium nitrate, charcoal and sulphur

in a 75:15:10 ratio.

Graphite glaze, FFF GOEX, sporting grade.

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

I don't know many people who get as excited as I do about the chemistry of explosives.

Well, I like... complex molecular structures.

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

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

Microscopic glass chips, probably the crystal.

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

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

Great.

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

You're tossing the air filter?

I tested it for explosive residue. There wasn't any. It was blown free from the car.

Yeah, even better.

Do you have any idea what kind of treasures might be trapped in here?

Don't touch my things.

Watch her.

- She was shot too? - The entry presented itself

when I removed shrapnel from the reconstructed shoulder.

Are you sure it's not from the bomb?

No, the fragments are lead in a copper alloy coating.

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

Damage from the blast makes it difficult to tell.

I'll check the remodelling to estimate a time.

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

She could bandage herself and still be ambulatory.

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

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

I can't believe I still ask these things. Send everything you've got to FBI Ballistics.

I'll inform Dr Brennan.

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

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

- Speculating's what we do here. - Danny Valenti's a cop.

June Harris murdered his father. He has a gun.

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

But that is meaningless speculation.

- Is she necessary? - She's my partner.

Mentors can feel threatened when students surpass them.

It's true. Change can be difficult to accept

whether it comes in the form of a revolutionary or the simple passage of time.

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

That distinction is no longer necessary, but I wouldn't recommend it.

Go, Sam. Thank you.

Officer Valenti, credit-card records show that you bought gas near June Harris's home.

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

Her apology letter.

She should have had the nerve to talk face to face.

- So you went to Huntzinger. - Yeah.

And hit him.

- He protects people like her. - That's his job.

I was five years old when my father was killed.

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

I sat by that window, waiting, every day, for months.

You seem pretty angry about that.

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

- You'd talk me out of it. - Did you know how little time she'd serve?

Might make you take matters into your own hands.

- I'm a cop. I didn't blow her up. - Booth...

Sam. It's my investigation. Officer Valenti, I need your gun.

- Why? - June Harris was shot before she died.

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

- Are you gonna let them do this to me, Sam? - It's just a formality, Danny.

Then let's be formal. Get a warrant.

Sam.

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

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

You know, she must be really good in bed,

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

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

OK, let's all stay focused here. Sam, you know what, you...

But it was a match for the gun that killed Danny's father 30 years ago.

The same gun that was registered to Harris's boyfriend Watkins. But it was never found.

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

I told you, we need to find him.

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

Hey, hey. Booth.

Don't cut me out.

I've worked my whole career for this.

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

Come on, Bones.

I remember seeing a picture of him before.

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

Amy said it was an old boyfriend.

Mm. Did they keep in contact?

No. I mean, she would have told me.

Why? Y-you don't think that? Did he kill her?

- How long did you know your wife's identity? - Yeah, how long?

I only found out a couple of weeks ago.

Why didn't you tell me?

You didn't think I deserved to know about my own mother?

She wanted to tell you herself.

Your wife never talked about her past?

She used to say only the future was important.

What we could do to change the world.

They didn't agree on how.

Celia was a bit conservative for Amy.

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

She was my mom.

Must have been a relief she got such a great deal.

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

She mentioned talking to a federal prosecutor, but I talked her out of it.

You do know that it's a felony, aiding and abetting a fugitive?

You wanna charge me? Fine. But saving my family doesn't feel like a crime.

Amy was a good mother, a wonderful wife.

Mind if we take a look around, see if there's any evidence linking your wife to Watkins?

The house is yours. Come on, sweetie.

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

There was advanced bone remodelling.

- So it's a very old injury? - Yes. Bone had completely grown over it.

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

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

I also found microscopic lead particles on the metacarpals of the left hand,

with the same remodelling at the shoulder.

- Another gunshot? - No. The same one.

The metals are an identical match.

She was shot in the hand and the shoulder with the same bullet? Is that even possible?

Angela could give us a scenario that could tell us.

I'm creating a trajectory analysis, factoring in both the hand and the shoulder.

These are photos from the crime scene 30 years ago.

The home of the defence contractor, Gerald Locklear,

where the NLA burglary occurred.

June Harris and Watkins were in Locklear's office at the back of the house.

The original FBI photos were crude,

based on fingerprints and scuffmarks on the floor.

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

When Officer Valenti walks in, surprising them,

June fires, killing Valenti...

But that wouldn't explain her injuries.

Unless... June emptied the safe while Neil stood guard.

Exactly. Neil aims at Officer Valenti

but June steps between them, raises her hands to stop Neil,

but he fires.

She was trying to protect the policeman.

June Harris was telling the truth.

She didn't kill Valenti, Neil Watkins did.

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

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

- An American-flag watch? - Nice ironic touch.

Watkins always used the same type of watch for making bombs for the NLA.

We found traces of them in an ROTC headquarters, the IRS...

- June told him she'd turn herself in. - He wouldn't let that happen.

So he made a new bomb using an old watch, and killed her.

A message for anyone who thought the revolution was over.

- Sounds like a bad ex-boyfriend. - That assumes she was in contact with him.

We don't know where that would've taken place, if she had seen him.

Not so sure about that.

I have her air filter.

It's like an entomological GPS.

- What's taking Hodgins so long? - It's an exacting process.

Ah!

Thank you.

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

Fine.

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

I know.

Look. I should never have got in the middle of all this.

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

He wanted me to testify on his behalf. He just wants to use me.

He's a con man. That doesn't mean he doesn't love you,

- he's just looking for a little payback. - Payback?

He got arrested so he could spend time with you.

You could return the favour by doing something for him.

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

Yeah. Sounds like you are too.

You know what? You're right. This is none of your business.

You'll never forgive yourself

if you don't cut him some slack cos you're afraid to get hurt.

What the hell's taking Hodgins so long?

Where's the bombshell from the bomb squad?

She went back to the FBI to catalogue evidence, thank God.

She was driving me crazy. It was just science all the time.

Then she tries to destroy perfectly good evidence.

What about the breasts?

I started thinking about them dragging on the floor when she's 70.

How are you doing?

That burned paper is a letter she wrote.

I'm the using the spectrocomparator to locate the ink particles.

Cool.

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

You?

- I found pollen. - Oh.

Most of it Pinus appalachiana.

Shenandoah pine.

Which is only found on Shenandoah Mountain in West Virginia.

There was Pendleton leather flower in the tyre treads

which is only found here in the shale barrens along the upper Potomac.

It is very secluded. Between the towns of Hendersonville and Maple Flats. Booth!

I know where you can find Watkins.

That's nice work, Hodgins. You know, my computer is gonna be rendering for a while.

You wanna go to the medieval storage room?

Oh.

Booth, what the hell is taking you so long?

- You told Reilly where Watkins is? - He'll meet us there.

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

- He's irrational. Probably male menopause. - He's a good man.

And there's no such thing. That is a sexist myth.

Factually, hormone production drops in your 50s.

Sexual desire decreases. You have a reduction in muscle mass,

- erectile dysfunction. - Let's keep the conversation up.

There's evidence that certain men become very unstable.

- Wanna talk about your father? - You're very testy.

And 35. I'm only 35.

- OK, OK. - You get blue pills for that.

No.

I don't like this. It's too quiet.

- Wasn't Reilly supposed to meet us? - Yeah.

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

Bones.

Easy, Sam. Put the gun down and step away from the body.

Booth.

Look at him.

He did it to himself.

I didn't do this, Booth.

38-calibre slug. Matches the revolver found at the scene.

Positioning is consistent with a self-inflicted gunshot wound,

but could easily have been staged.

Zack, bring up that hand x-ray.

Look at this.

Asymmetric narrowing on the first metacarpal phalangeal joints.

Ulnar deviation, barely discernable.

- Would you like my finger, Dr Brennan? - Please.

What are you two thinking?

Neil Watkins had rheumatoid arthritis in his hands.

This would approximate the strength of his arthritic finger.

Pull.

- Harder. - I'm trying, Dr Brennan.

Watkins' fine motor function would be no greater than Zack's gauze-wrapped finger.

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

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

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

Who worked the case for 30 years. I'll call Booth.

Hey, Sam.

Dr Brennan determined that it wasn't a suicide.

- What? - The gun was a plant.

It wouldn't be the first time an agent planted a gun.

Forensics searched the house and determined there was not enough evidence

to suggest that Watkins made the bomb.

- But the watch? - That's the thing.

Two Sawyer Company American-flag watches were confiscated in the '74 LA raid.

We checked the evidence locker. A lot of things are missing - including a watch.

It was a dog case, Booth.

That crap was moved off site years ago.

You know what happens during a move.

So, you had a 30-year obsession, but you didn't keep track of your evidence?

You have a good service record, cher. We could make a deal.

Look. I know you have to do this dance,

but there is a real killer out there.

Look, I understand, Sam. I do.

I think...

you should find yourself a lawyer.

I was cataloguing the watch debris.

The oxidation and bacterial erosion of the metal

was inconsistent with watches stored in evidence for 30 years.

Weren't the watches discontinued after '76?

Yes. But I found a few available online for collectors. Still sealed.

- You traced one to a buyer? - Didn't have to.

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

He left behind a thumbprint.

The casing protected it during the blast.

I asked the Bureau to run the print.

The letter has finished rendering.

It's not addressed to Watkins.

"Dear Celia."

"I've done terrible things in my life, things I can't change."

"I know how much pain this will cause you,

but never forget how much I love you."

"I know we didn't always agree on how, but we both hoped for the same thing -

a just world."

- The funeral's today? - Yeah.

They seem like every other normal grieving family.

It's never what it seems, is it?

Mr Nash, you're under arrest

for the murder of June Harris, aka Amy Nash.

That's crazy.

I'm sorry, Celia.

We know about the watch.

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

I have to take responsibility for it and for my cowardice, hiding all these years."

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

She betrayed me, Celia. She betrayed us.

How could you do this?

25 years I believed she loved us, but she used us to keep her cover.

Let's go.

"I tried to spare you and your father pain."

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

but I would rather die than betray your father."

She was trying to get him to surrender too!

She was trying to do the right thing, Daddy.

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

"If I've learned anything,

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

that we become part of the problem."

"Understanding, compassion, kindness and love

are the only true revolutionary ideals."

"When we compromise those we become what we despise

and we lose our humanity."

"The world might see my legacy as one of violence and destruction,

but I know that you are my real legacy,

and for that I will be thankful every day."

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

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

Yeah, sure.

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

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

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

Listen, Sam, I... I wanna apologise.

Hey.

I would've done the same thing myself.

Well, maybe not quite the same thing.

I would've slapped me around a little bit.

To the changing of the guard.

- How much Scotch did you drink? - Oh, just enough.

You know, I would've invited you, but Reilly, he just...

well, he doesn't like you.

- I understand. - I'm sorry, was that rude?

Not from someone who's been drinking.

God. You know, I love this place. I love it. I love this country.

I tell you something, if I was working in law enforcement

back in the day when they threw all that tea in the harbour...

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

- Do you think? - Yup, yup. Definitely.

- I saw my father. - Wow. I didn't think you were gonna do that.

As an anthropologist, I accept change as the natural order of things,

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

I predicated his behaviour based on a set of outmoded preconceptions.

It wasn't rational.

Wow. I didn't get any of that.

If I was conducting an objective experiment on my father,

observing his behaviour,

- I'd have to conclude that he loves me. - Hm. Why? What happened?

We played cards.

Cool.

I killed him.

Good for you.

What's that mean?

ENGLISH SDH