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Bones, you are not gonna believe this one.

You said that about the guy who was stuffed inside a huge truck tyre.

Yeah, that was a good one. But this is a whole new level of weird.

- Whoa. I don't believe it. - What'd I tell you?

How could this happen?

Well, maybe he was rolled up in a carpet.

- Where's the carpet? - It rotted away, with the meaty parts.

What? It's possible.

That would've taken thousands of years.

Um...

The bones should be in a pile... but something is holding them together and...

What is with you?

"Rolled in a carpet..." "Meaty parts..."

Excuse me.

- What is so funny? - Nothing.

I should hope not, because there's a dead body deserving of respect in front of you.

What happened to him?

- I did not know she could laugh. - Why are you at the crime scene?

Dr Brennan is suspended from all crime-related duties.

- What? - For laughing at Booth?

- That doesn't bother me. - We have a date for your father's murder trial.

Booth is the arresting officer. You can't work together.

- This is not necessary. - No need to separate us.

- I'm very compartmentalised. - Very.

Take it up with the FBI, ch�ri.

Well, that sucks.

- This one looked really interesting. - Yeah. Really, really interesting.

- I'll let you know what happens. - You're not gonna solve it without me.

There's no use in doing partners therapy when we aren't partners.

- What? You split up? - No, we got split up.

- The FBI says we can't work together. - Why?

- Her dad murdered the deputy director. - His trial is next week.

- I should've been informed. - Why?

- Sweets did the psychological profile on Max. - What? Why didn't you tell me?

- Why is that important to you? - Sweets, no therapy. Didn't I just?

Because, while it would matter to, say, a normal person, I figured you wouldn't care.

You're right.

Everyone you work with, including your therapist...

Former therapist.

...is endeavouring to imprison your father. That's wicked stressful.

- Booth is right. It doesn't bother me. - Booth is wrong. It does.

May I suggest that this is a golden opportunity

for you to feel a situation rather than rationalise it?

I'm fine.

If you were fine, you'd be in the corner weeping or semi-catatonic.

- Does that sound fine to you? - I'm with Sweets on this.

It's important that you know that we know

that the colder and more objective you appear on the outside,

the more pain you're feeling on the inside.

- I'm fine. - No, you're not.

Well, Sweets, I'm gonna miss you. It was really a pleasure working with you.

Really? You are?

I, too, find him intriguing - in a non-rigorous, pragmatically irrelevant kind of way.

- Thank you for trying to help us. - Thanks, Sweets.

You're welcome. But honestly, guys, we can...

- Will you pick this up? The tab? - Yeah, sure. We can keep working...

Lame. I thought I was doing a good job.

No offence, but I'd feel better if the famous Dr Brennan was my scientific mouthpiece.

- Have you done this before? - It's not Clark's first trial.

Oh, he's a full-grown scientist?

I shave, sir. I have a driver's licence. I've won a couple of fistfights.

I've saved a life. I've lain with a woman.

I've been hustled, defied my father's wishes, broken hearts and been heartbroken.

So by all the markers of this society, I am a grown man.

Wow.

- You've lain with a woman? - Will he talk like that at Dad's trial?

Listen, Max, we could have Clark list his qualifications,

but that'll spoil the surprise in court.

Clark is the last forensic anthropologist I'd want to be up against.

- What about that genius kid? - The oversized eyes and toaster head?

Sorry if my normal head and eyes diminish your confidence.

Zack is working for the prosecution.

OK. Welcome on board, kid.

- Dad... - Thank you.

Are you seriously squeezing my hand that hard?

Give Clark his hand back, Dad.

Nice.

We'll wait outside, Tempe.

I still wish you were gonna be my scientist.

Here.

You should wear this tie in the courtroom.

Oh, but it's a grey tie.

Apparently the colour grey tells the jury you are a serious man with good judgement.

Yeah, or that I'm drab.

- I can't stop this from happening. - What do you mean?

Booth, Hodgins, Zack, Angela, Caroline - they're all my friends, but I can't...

Listen. I know you love me. All right?

I can see it, even if nobody else can.

So that's something you don't have to worry about.

I'll wear the tie.

- I hate this. I hate it. - What? Strangers on our forensic platform?

- That we're on different sides. - All of us together and Brennan alone.

Not alone. She's with those African-American people.

This is not a competition.

The reason they call the justice system adversarial is that it is competitive.

No, it's not a competition between us and Brennan. This is just an unfortunate situation.

Yeah. Yeah, it's an unfortunate situation.

If Brennan understands we aren't crazily competitive about it,

we'll come through this with our friendships intact.

Besides, Dr Brennan must realise that we're going to destroy them.

I'll explain "crazily competitive" to Zack over and over again until he gets it.

OK. Prosecution briefing in 20, and Caroline does not tolerate tardiness.

Well, I've reviewed all the physical evidence compiled by Dr Addy and the prosecution.

What do you think?

They are always judgement calls, but it holds together.

I may feel better about our position once I do my own examination.

What occurs to you when you look at the x-rays and skeletal remains of the victim?

- The killer was merciful. - That is completely unscientific.

The victim was stabbed several times, set on fire and gutted. Where's the mercy?

Death was instantaneous. A single blow to the mastoid process. Zero pain.

Guts, stabs, burns - all that occurred postmortem.

- Mercy. - Zack will be the more precise expert witness.

Clark will be the more persuasive.

In prosecution, objectivity is seen as a virtue.

- In defence, we humanise the accused. - I accept your logic.

I'm gonna put some effort into making Dr Addy look bad.

I'd appreciate it if the jury didn't see you doubt me.

That will be difficult because my father is guilty.

Dr Brennan, I need that to be the last time you speak those thoughts aloud.

- Why? - What we think about that is irrelevant.

It's their job to prove your father's guilty beyond a shadow of a doubt.

- How long do you need with the skeleton? - As much time as I can get.

- I'd also like to look at your case files. - Why?

Because you taught Dr Addy. I'd like to get a feel for who I'm up against.

I'm gonna say what I always say before a trial,

because this one is no different than any other trial.

- You never said that before. - What?

- That a trial is no different from any other. - Suggesting this one is different.

- Have you no control over them? - None whatsoever.

Look, Caroline, it's Bones. It's different. Let's just admit that.

Here's what's not different. Lose the "cocky" belt buckle.

No badges saying "Resist authority" or "The truth is out there".

Do not cut your own hair the day before a trial.

Ugly up a little. The plain women on the jury hate you.

Use your fully grown-up words.

Eat. Last time your stomach growled louder than your testimony.

Then don't put me on first thing in the morning.

I assure you I will be totally, awesomely mature on the stand.

Miss Julian, I'm not taking the stand.

You have to.

Look, I'm not gonna tell anybody else what to do here, but I'm not testifying.

Booth?

Right. OK, listen up, people. Bones, she believes in the system.

She finds out Angela's not testifying, she won't like it.

She'd want all of us to do our jobs.

Dr Brennan does seem to have an enviable, if disturbing, ability to compartmentalise.

Hey, how's that for a fully grown-up vocab?

Clean and detached. Just the way Dr Brennan likes it.

- I have no problem. - I'll ask Dr Brennan directly.

If she says OK, then I'm on board.

- See you all in court. - Listen, Caroline, when I'm testifying,

the jury won't see my belt buckle cos it's below...

- This briefing is over, ch�ri. - See, when I stand, the tie covers...

I am Judge Marcus Haddoes. This is my court.

When you swear to God to tell the truth, you look at my face.

Because in this courtroom I may not actually be God,

but I sure as hell am the next best thing.

You people watching, at heart I am a shy man.

So I would be perfectly happy to kick all of you out given the slightest excuse.

Miss Julian, opening statement.

I'm the prosecutor in this trial and it's my job to prove to you

that Max Keenan murdered FBI Deputy Director Robert Kirby.

My client had motive to kill the victim.

Motive, means, and opportunity - like many, many others.

Deputy Director Kirby was a bad piece of work,

corrupt, a cold-blooded killer.

He had many, many enemies who wanted him dead.

They'll say that Kirby intended to murder Max Keenan and his family -

that's them there, that beautiful young woman, that fine young man -

putting the concept of self-defence into your head.

The prosecution will produce no eyewitness and no proof

beyond circumstantial conjecture and trace evidence.

Dr Temperance Brennan here is one of the finest forensic anthropologists in the country.

She's renowned for her integrity, for her professional reputation.

She's also the defendant's daughter.

Dr Brennan won't testify on behalf of her father

because you, the jury, simply will not believe that a loving daughter can be objective.

- That's all. - Booth.

- I could so be objective. - I know, Bones, OK? Just shh.

...what the prosecution called "a bad piece of work".

That charming man slit Robert Kirby's throat, gutted him and set him on fire.

We'll prove that to you.

Miss Julian and I may disagree on many facets of this case.

But I do agree with her the accused is a very nice guy.

Point of clarification. I said "charming", not "nice".

This is exactly the kind of nonsense I want to avoid. And you two, please?

Keep to your own sides of the aisle.

All rise.

Get a cup of coffee. We hear first prosecution witness in 20 minutes.

Might not be good coffee, but hey, at least it's lukewarm.

- We can't talk. - About the case.

But we can talk about crappy coffee.

Put the cup in front of your mouth when you talk.

- I didn't see Angela today. - Angela refuses to testify.

- Why? - Probably because she's your best friend.

- You're my friend and you don't mind. - I mind. We all mind. Except for Zack.

Then Zack is the only one thinking clearly.

I had to give Hodgins permission. What's wrong with everyone?

It's not what's wrong, Bones. It's what's right.

No, no. Y'all cut that out.

Court will reconvene in 30 seconds.

Good luck, Bones.

Oh, and remember, I'm the one who gave you this delicious coffee.

Why?

Because I'm the first prosecution witness against your father.

Dr Brennan and I entered her apartment and we found a large pool of blood.

You were concerned with Russ Brennan's life at this point?

That's correct.

- You thought the blood was Russ Brennan's? - Correct.

And whose blood did it prove to be?

DNA analysis proved the blood was Deputy Director Kirby's.

A sharp instrument was inserted here,

puncturing the sternocleidomastoid and cutting the carotid artery.

It entered just behind the ear, nicked the mastoid, went through the oropharynx

and terminated at the opposite mandible.

To create a blood puddle this large, the body would have to lay for three to five minutes.

Three to five minutes?

About the time it takes to roll the body up in a shower curtain.

How do we know the copper pipe is the murder weapon?

These are very, very small traces of copper left in the mylohyoid line of the mandible.

- And what is the copper pipe made of? - As with most copper pipes, copper.

Does any evidence tie the defendant to the murder scene?

I found particles of the same soil at the murder scene,

at the rooftop where the body was burned, and at Our Lady of Angels seminary.

Someone transferred those particles from the seminary to the murder scene to the rooftop.

- Who could've done that? - The defendant was at the seminary.

- Are you certain? - Yeah. I saw him there myself.

What was he doing there?

He was impersonating a priest.

And you're 100% positive this is the murder weapon?

I'm not comfortable with 100% .

You're convinced beyond a reasonable doubt that this is the murder weapon?

Yes, I am.

And is there any evidence at all tying the defendant to this weapon?

In 1966, Max Keenan was sent to Cook County Jail for robbery. He was attacked.

Did he defend himself?

Yes.

Did he defend himself with this?

- Yes. - Successfully?

- I just poked them to keep them away. - Yes.

- What was the result of that attack? - Well, no one bothered Max again.

- Anything else? - He had eight months added to his sentence.

Anything else, Agent Booth?

A sharpened pipe kind of became a trademark for him.

Where was this weapon found?

Right here, in this pile of ashes.

What exactly is that pile of ashes?

It turned out to be the victim's intestines. The abdomen had been slashed open.

And with the body so badly burned, intestines reduced to ashes,

how did you identify the remains as those of Deputy Director Kirby?

- I've got nothing to say. - You're under oath as a material witness.

I swore to tell the truth. And the truth is that I am not saying anything.

Judge Haddoes?

- The witness will answer. - No. The witness will not.

- Angela, answer! - Silence, please.

The witness will answer or I will find her in contempt.

- Any way I can talk you out of that? - Why call a witness who won't answer?

I figured once she saw your scary face, she'd rethink her options.

- I'm taking the Fifth. - Ch�rie, that refers to the Fifth Amendment,

which protects you from being forced to incriminate yourself.

OK. All right. Well, the First Amendment protects freedom of association, right?

Which means that it protects friendship. So I'm taking the First.

- Which is even better than taking the Fifth. - There is no friendship at a homicide trial.

This is the Federal District Court for the District of Columbia, USA.

When this asks you a question, you answer, or you pay the ferryman.

- It ain't gonna happen. - Angie, they aren't kidding.

- Bones, now's the time to speak up. - What?

He's the ferryman. The judge is the ferryman.

Ange, just so you know, he's the ferryman!

I will clear this court if I hear another word!

- Thanks a lot. - I find this witness in contempt.

She will be incarcerated until she answers the question posed to her by the People.

- Angela, please! - Sit down.

Sweetie, this is one of those times when I know what's right

and everybody else is confused.

I mean, shouldn't you be objecting a little more? Asking for sidebars? More like that?

The jury looks at Dad kinda mean.

They're having a horrific crime described to them. They have to blame someone.

Yeah. Me.

All they've done is establish that a murder occurred.

- Everybody knew that. - They have to establish you are responsible.

- Sounds like they have. - We could put you on the stand.

Absolutely. Put me on. Didn't that lady say I ooze charm?

Did you murder Deputy Director Kirby?

No, I did not.

- I can't put you on. - What? I'm not emotional enough?

I would never kill another man.

No! Because it would be obvious to the judge, the jury, and blind Martians

that your family doesn't believe you.

We'll wait outside.

Thanks. So I'm on the hot seat and you're out getting ice cream?

Kids don't believe the dad, no way the jury does.

- Next issue to consider is Russ. - Let him put me on the stand.

- They think you witnessed a murder. - I didn't. I wasn't there.

I wasn't there!

I cannot put you on the stand if I think you're gonna perjure yourself.

- You think Russ is lying? - I don't know, which worries me.

He's not. I've known Russ since he was a child

and I can tell when he's lying. He's not.

Put me on the stand. I didn't witness anything they can use against him.

Attaboy.

Listen, take a few family minutes. I'll see you in court.

A country full of unscrupulous lawyers, and you find the one guy with scruples?

Dad, Tempe's pretty sure you killed that man

and I don't think she can see how you wear that so lightly.

Tempe...

I'm ashamed of a lot of things I did in my life.

But in this case... my conscience is clear.

That's not the same as being innocent.

Angela, please just go on the stand and say that you identified the victim.

- No. - But I want you to do that.

- Do you think your father will beat this rap? - That has nothing to do with it!

Yeah, Brennan, it does. I'm not gonna help send your father to his death.

To his death?

Look, your old man killed a really big kahuna at the FBI.

You think they're not gunning for execution?

That's not up to me. That's not up to you. That's up to a jury.

- That's not the point. - What is the point?

Friends don't send friends' fathers to the electric chair.

- Maryland uses lethal injection. - Well, the principle holds, sweetie.

You think we're going to lose?

Yeah.

I think you're gonna lose.

And I am not gonna help you.

What did I do to deserve a friend like you?

I obtained my undergraduate psych degree from the University of Toronto,

my master's in abnormal psychology from Temple University,

and my doctorates in clinical psychology and behavioural...

"Doctorates"? As in more than one?

I won simultaneous Fulbright and Rhodes scholarships...

More than one scholarship, too.

...which brought me to my current post at the FBI.

No wonder Dr Geeks can never hang on to a girlfriend.

- It's Dr Sweets. - I know, Bones.

I was just saying Dr Geeks as in geeks.

Do you require a list of my publications?

The defence stipulates that Dr Sweets is a qualified expert witness,

despite looking like a high-school volleyball player.

Meet Dr Geeks.

Excuse me. Agent Booth, I would like you to switch seats with Dr Saroyan.

You, Dr Brennan, switch seats with your brother.

- Why? - You don't whisper as quietly as you think.

You do whisper a little loud.

- You started it. - Just a little bit. A little loud.

Thank you. Please continue, Miss Julian.

Dr Sweets, did you compile a psychological profile of the defendant?

Yes. Over a series of meetings spanning six months.

- Is he capable of murder? - Like, totally.

Most definitely.

In his own way, Max Keenan is a very impressive man.

What do you mean, "in his own way"?

Max Keenan doesn't adhere to an external ethical system.

- He does what he wants? - No, what he thinks is right,

whether or not the world agrees. In another time, he could've been a great leader.

You mean in a time when people conked each other on the head

and lit them on fire as a way of getting what they want?

Yes.

Is Max Keenan dangerous?

When he feels his loved ones are threatened... mega-dangerous.

In your opinion, if Max Keenan felt that he or his family was threatened,

could he do this?

Totally.

I mean... indubitably.

- Without hesitation? - Without hesitation, without remorse...

without guilt.

Without hesitation. Without remorse. Without guilt.

Did you feel threatened by Kirby, Mr Brennan?

No.

A sniper-trained, corrupt FBI agent hunting you, and you weren't scared?

I knew someone was after me, but not who.

- How did you know someone was after you? - I was shot at. I was wounded.

- So you feared for your life? - Yes.

- Where were you staying? - My sister's apartment.

- Which is where Kirby was murdered. - Where his blood was found, yeah.

- But you weren't there when it happened? - No.

Someone was gunning for you, but you left the safety of her apartment?

It wasn't that safe if someone got murdered there, right?

No, it wasn't, Mr Brennan.

- Where were you? - Job interview.

You were being stalked, but it seemed a good time to wander out looking for a job?

No, not wander. I went to a specific job interview.

- What's wrong? - I know when Caroline's catching a scent.

- What job? - Objection, Your Honour. Relevance?

If the People could have a little latitude, the relevance will become apparent.

- I'll allow it. Answer the question. - A mechanics job.

- And how did you find out about this job? - What?

A sign in a window, an agency, the internet, a newspaper? Where did you find this job?

- Objection, Your Honour! - Overruled.

My dad got me... the interview.

Almost as if he wanted you out of the apartment.

As if he knew something was gonna happen and he wanted you out of the way.

- Your Honour... - Out of bounds. Jury will disregard.

- I'm done with this witness, Your Honour. - Cross, Mr Barron?

Did your father say or do anything that suggested he wanted you out of the way?

No.

- Thank you, Your Honour. - Miss Julian?

The People rest, Your Honour.

- Will the defence be ready this afternoon? - The defence requests a summary judgement

because the prosecution has absolutely failed to prove their case.

Denied, Mr Barron.

Then we'll be ready this afternoon.

What are you doing?

Dr Addy, the prosecution must share information with the defence,

not the other way around.

- That better not stain. - It's not permanent.

- What are you doing here? - I wondered if you found anything I missed.

- You're not allowed to ask me that. - I didn't ask. You asked me, I answered.

You're not screwing with me, are you? You're just like this?

Yes. This is exactly how I am.

Your work is very, very good, Dr Addy.

Extremely thorough.

Thank you. I am aware of that.

Good luck this afternoon.

I don't need luck, sport.

Psst.

I'm writing a book taking a clinical approach to efficacy and focused outcomes.

You shouldn't work well together. I'd like to study it.

- I don't get it. - He wants to study us.

Once a week. Nothing changes.

- Why would we want to do that? - I can't think of a good reason.

OK, see? That thing you do when you talk to each other while excluding a third party - me -

it's an adaptive mechanism for disparate entities

to bond together against their own individual impetuses to dissociate.

It's, um... It's what...

- What does that mean for us? - Nothing useful.

Tell you what. Why don't we make a deal where we allow him to study us?

In return, he gives us psychological profiling on demand.

- OK. - You like that, but I don't see the point.

I just think he doesn't want to admit that he likes us.

- Do you like us? - What?

- And he wants to spend time with us. - Is that true, Sweets? Do you like us?

- No. - He really likes us.

You know what? I'm sorry I made the offer. I take it back. Forget it.

Sweets is pretty good in the interrogation room.

Profiling, interrogation backup...

To be honest, I was impressed by his credentials.

- I'll tell him OK. - Dr Brennan.

I found something.

I do not like the look of that.

- Why? - They look happy.

All rise. This court is reconvened.

They look smug. I don't like it.

Any way Clark found something you missed?

I don't miss things.

The defence calls Dr Zack Addy to the stand.

I beg the indulgence of the court

to allow our expert witness, Dr Clark Edison, to appear pro hac vice.

- Objection. - What grounds, Miss Julian?

- Well... - What's going on?

They want Clark to question Zack.

- I'm thinking... - Objection denied. Dr Edison?

Good afternoon. Dr Addy, you identified this as the murder weapon.

- That's correct. - Could you refresh the jury's memory?

Yes. Striations found on the bone indicated a sharp-tipped weapon without a cutting edge.

- Also, the diameter of the pipe fits. - That's correct. And copper particulates.

Can you identify this, Dr Addy?

It is the entry wound made by the murder weapon.

- And this? - This is the same wound stained red.

Is this what you were doing this morning?

And this?

It appears to be the same wound blown up to approximately 120 magnification.

Can you discern any micro-fractures?

Yes... Oh.

- You sound surprised, Dr Addy. - What did you stain this with?

Red food dye. Can you answer that question, please?

These micro-fractures indicate that the weapon went in so deep

that the hilt hit the bone, causing micro-fractures.

The hilt?

Could you please indicate the hilt on this weapon?

I cannot.

- And why is that? - There is no hilt.

- So this is not the murder weapon? - Obviously not.

You made a mistake?

Yes, I was mistaken.

Your Honour, the defence requests a dismissal of all charges.

The prosecution's entire case was built upon the identification of the murder weapon.

Your Honour, the People will need time to properly review Dr Edison's new evidence.

- How much time? - Exactly as much time

as it will take Agent Booth to find the actual murder weapon.

We'll meet in chambers. But if you don't come up with a terrific argument,

Mr Keenan is going home to his family tonight.

All rise.

I have a warrant to search these premises

for any implement congruent with the murder weapon.

- I could save you some time. - No.

Zack is the bone expert on this one. He'll be doing the looking.

Where did Clark Edison learn that trick with the food dye?

Zack? Focus.

How you doing there, Bones?

When it looked like my father might go free, I got...

This is very confusing for me.

You liked the idea of him beating the murder charge?

Yes.

But he did it. We both know my father did it.

Bones, wanting your father to come home instead of going to prison, that's OK.

But what I do... What we do is put murderers like him away.

OK. You're not Dr Brennan today. You're Temperance.

I don't know what that means.

The scientist part of you got sidelined temporarily.

I still don't know what that means.

Bones, just take the brain, OK, put it in neutral. All right?

Take the heart, pop it in overdrive.

Sometimes I think you're from another planet.

And sometimes I think you're really very nice.

I found it.

- What is that? - It's a misericord.

A sharp, unedged medieval copper dagger used for delivering a final, fatal blow.

Also known as the coup de gr�ce.

I'm sorry, Bones.

As usual, I will ask the jury to refrain from speaking to each other about the case

between now and when we reconvene tomorrow.

At which time, you will be prepared to remount your defence.

All rise.

Hey, kid, you did good. You had 'em on the run there for a while.

Yeah, well, their case is much stronger now, so...

My team, they're... they're really good.

Maybe you could brag over them another time, Tempe?

You know, maybe I can discredit the weapon.

We're past forensics. Now it's about the story.

Excuse me?

Jurors like to think they know what happened.

We showed that maybe Max didn't commit this murder,

but we didn't give the jury a satisfying alternative.

One they can go home to their families and say, "Here's what really happened."

They need a bogeyman. And it's Dad.

Well, at least you'll always know where to find me.

You mean on death row?

You know, you should've run, Dad. Just taken off.

Dad stayed for me.

He knew that if he ran, we'd never see each other again.

You stayed for me.

I would've stayed here forever.

It was worth every second... we had together.

If I knew the bogeyman, how much warning would you need to make it work?

A good story? About five minutes.

I have to talk to somebody.

If the truth can't be proven, is it still the truth?

You invited me here to talk philosophy?

A theory isn't even really a theory until it's challenged. It's just simply a hypothesis.

I don't believe a man should die based upon a hypothesis. Do you?

- If you have a question, just ask it. - I have a way to lodge reasonable doubt.

- We can't talk about this. - Please? You're the person I talk to.

No perjury involved?

- Just an interpretation of existing facts? - An alternate story.

- You don't know that he did it, you know. - We both know he did it.

Not the way that you define "know". You know, with proof and all that.

- It's going to be enough for the jury. - Juries are the human factor in a trial.

You never know what they'll do.

You think it's all right for me to take advantage of that?

Brain and heart, Bones.

Brain and heart.

You found particulates placing the accused at the scene of the murder, the seminary,

and the rooftop where the victim was immolated?

Yes.

Was anyone else present at all three locations?

Me. But I didn't kill the deputy director of the FBI.

You had motive. He'd fired you that day. And threatened Miss Julian.

By the way, was she at all three locations?

Objection! It's just rude to accuse me of murder.

I count three people in this court besides my client who had motive to kill Kirby.

I'll allow it.

Miss Julian was never at the crime scene. So you're stuck with me.

And Dr Brennan?

- I see where you're going with this. - Was Dr Brennan at the seminary?

- Yes. - And your apartment the same day?

Yes.

- Do you recognise this? - Yes. It's mine.

So you are every bit as plausible a suspect as your father.

Dr Brennan is hyper-rational, capable of rationalising almost anything.

- Including murder? - It is the danger of the totally rational being.

But did she have a motive?

Yes, she had motive. Kirby tried to kill her brother.

- Thank you. - Bones was with me all day.

She didn't have time to commit this murder?

No, she did not.

How did your son Parker get home from school that day?

45 minutes we were apart. But we talked on the phone.

Plenty of time, wasn't it, Agent Booth?

Dr Brennan could've burned the body hours later when you were safe at home.

The witness will answer the question.

- That's a lot of heart, Bones. - Answer the question, please, Agent Booth.

Could Bones have killed Kirby?

I've worked with this woman. I've stood over death with her.

I've faced down death with her.

And Sweets, he's brilliant. He is. But he's wrong.

She could not have done this.

I didn't ask you your opinion of Dr Brennan's character.

I asked you: did she have time?

Yes. She had time.

# Fountain, fountain

# We are the same

# Fountain, fountain

# We are the same

# You with the water

- Has the jury reached a verdict? - # And me with the pain

Yes, Your Honour.

# Turning it over again and again

# Don't you wish you could throw your pennies

# Back at them?

# Don't you wish you could throw your pennies

# Back at them?

# Back at them, at them...

So? You gonna charge her?

You gotta go back to school on this one. That's a fine woman there.

# It is so beautiful

# How you remain #

What's that mean?

English SDH