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Mr Addy,

your dissertation is entitled, "Analysis of Bone Trauma".

Viewed in cross section, the pressure and force exerted by the weapon can be assessed.

Obtaining the cross section will compromise the original bone.

My technique preserves bone surface morphology through polyvinyl replication.

A transparent positive is made by covering the impression with a synthetic polymer.

Bones, come on. We got a body. Went up like a Roman candle.

- Hey, Zack. How's it going? - So far, they don't like me.

- Shocker. - What? I'm busy.

Real-life murder and mutilation versus academic claptrap? No contest. No offence.

This committee can carry on without you, Dr Brennan.

- Zack, just answer the questions. - Yeah.

Next question?

How do you expect anyone to take you seriously as a forensic anthropologist

when you look... the way you do?

What?

- Male, middle-aged. - What was with Zack?

Defending his dissertation before he gets his doctorate.

- I think these are what's left of his intestines. - Is he gonna make it?

No. He's very dead.

- I mean Zack. - Oh, fifty-fifty.

- He's a stoolie. - Zack?

- Our victim. He's a rat, snitch. - What makes you say that?

- His guts got spilled. "Spill your guts." - Very literal.

Hung up like a scarecrow on the roof of a hotel used to house witnesses. It's a warning.

Well, there's something jammed in his trachea.

I rectified their assumptions concerning replication.

You corrected them?

When they were wrong. Are the remains ready for X-ray?

Yes. Maybe we'll get lucky and ID the poor bastard that way.

Oh, we just got lucky.

"My name is Garrett Delaney."

There's something metallic here.

This is gonna turn out to be some freaky weird ritualistic thing, isn't it?

Oh, man, I hope so.

Christopher Columbus.

- Where's Dr Brennan? - Her brother came for a visit.

Dad called you? Are you sure it was him?

He said, "You and your sister are in danger."

I spend half my time with a sniper-trained FBI agent. I feel safe.

- I know someone is watching me. - What's your evidence?

I can feel it on the back of my neck.

You spend some time in jail, you develop a sixth sense.

- You should stay with me for a few days. - I have work. And I have Amy and the girls.

- What about your sixth sense? - Hey.

You can't not believe something one second and use it against me the next.

It's a long drive. You could start fresh tomorrow. And I've got cold beer in the fridge.

- Don't. It tastes like earwax. How you doing? - Booth. You? Good?

- Yeah. - Good.

- I still make him nervous. Come on. Let's go. - Why do I feel like you're abducting me?

It turns out our corpse is a former FBI agent.

Garrett Delaney. He left the FBI about 15 years ago.

He's now head of security at some big K Street lobbyist.

- So why'd he end up a human torch? - That's what we're here to find out.

His place is much better than yours. Ten times better.

I told you, he left public service. He makes more money than I.

So that's all your dad said, huh? You're in danger?

- Yes. And Russ's sixth sense agrees. - What are you doing?

- I've been practising some black ops stuff. - Here, let me show you.

The FBI is looking for my father. Maybe he's trying to scare us off.

Six months without a break in the case. He won't be nervous.

He's a criminal. If he says Russ is in danger, it doesn't mean it's the truth.

Let me show you how it's done, OK?

Oh.

He might have gotten it right this time.

Russ!

These are all pictures of Russ.

Me and Amy. This is the day before yesterday. Dad was right. Somebody's watching.

- This is worse than watching. - What do you mean?

- This is hunting. - Hunting?

As in kill. You see these?

Right here. These are ranges. He's picking a spot from which to shoot at you.

- So what do I do now? - The hunter's dead. The hunt is over, right?

- Anyone else know you're here? - Amy.

Call Amy and tell her if anyone calls looking for you, she doesn't know where you're at.

Stay with me until we find out why Delaney intended to kill you.

- How are you gonna do that? - By figuring out who killed him.

This was pulled from his throat.

It was dated, signed and initialled at the bottom of both sides of the page.

February 1978.

- It's like a cop's notebook. - That makes sense, except...

"I will not put an innocent man in prison just because he is a political threat."

"Marvin Beckett hasn't broken any law."

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Marvin Beckett?

In the '60s, Beckett was a civil rights activist.

He made his bones protesting African- American overrepresentation in Vietnam.

- In '78, he was sent to prison for life. - Why?

- He killed an FBI agent named Gus Harper. - Augustus Harper?

Yeah. You know the case?

"August Harp." Look. Augustus Harper.

Oh, wow.

This means Delaney's murder has something to do with Marvin Beckett going to prison.

Oh, when you're good, you are very, very good.

1970s, Ohio. There is a task force made up of FBI, state police and local cops.

Starts taking a cut from the robbers they're supposed to catch.

Then they conspire to plant a stack of stolen money on Marvin Beckett.

Then this young agent, Harper, he decides he can't live with that

and decides to blow the whistle.

The guy who's blowing the whistle on them for framing Beckett is murdered by Beckett?

- Talk about two birds with one stone. - Who else knows?

- Us and you. That's it. - Keep it that way.

I've seen this movie. I get killed on the way home.

- Then don't go home. - Are you serious?

30 years ago, I was married to Gus Harper for exactly eight months.

I'm not sure I can help you.

What about the contents of the note?

What do you people want?

The truth.

The last time the FBI came to talk to me,

they told me to keep my mouth shut, "Or you won't get your husband's death benefits".

Your husband was a good man. And he tried to do the right thing and he ended up dead.

I can't let that stand.

The FBI murdered Gus.

Then they had a state funeral for him,

complete with the grieving widow as a centrepiece.

Is this your husband's handwriting?

- Yes. He was compiling evidence. - And there was more?

There was a diary, a dozen audio tapes, field notes.

- Where did Gus keep it? - A safety-deposit box.

Can you tell us where that box was?

Ohio First Savings and Loan in Dayton.

Excuse me one moment.

My parents robbed that exact bank just days after Gus Harper was killed.

They were looking for that evidence. That has to be why Delaney was stalking Russ.

Go home. I have a few more questions for Barbara Harper, OK?

You go home and you be with your brother, all right?

OK.

OK.

- You think it's Delaney? - Definitely.

I hope to keep working here when I receive my doctorate.

We'd all like that.

What did she mean when she said, "How do you expect anyone to take you seriously?"

It's a comment on...

your deportment.

Dr Brennan doesn't care about deportment.

That's true. But if you work here, you won't be Brennan's grad student any more.

You'll be a full-blown forensic anthropologist. Cam will be your boss.

In your opinion, does deportment matter to Cam?

Let's just say Cam's not the kind of woman with crusties in the corner of her eye.

Haley's six and Emma's eight.

Tempe?

I'm sorry. Preoccupied.

If I play my cards right, these girls are gonna be your nieces soon.

The least you can do is memorise their names.

- Cute. - Haley has lung trouble.

They're trying to figure it out. You ever deal with an HMO?

If it's money, Russ, I can help.

No, forget it. If I'm gonna be these girls' daddy, I gotta man up for the job.

- That's not rational. - I'm a good mechanic. I'll take care of them.

Gus Harper's service history. OK?

Graduated top half of his class in Quantico.

He was assigned to the joint state-federal bank robbery task force. Right there.

- The victim. - Back when he was supervising Gus Harper.

- The guy that was hunting me? - Right.

Here's a list of the bank robbers with the FBI codenames.

Dad's codename was Columbus.

Lewis, Clark,

Magellan, Cook, Columbus.

- All named after explorers. - That's Mom and Dad.

- Every one of these people are deceased. - Except for Dad.

Delaney was killed to send a message to the FBI.

This Columbus coin was found in the victim's mouth.

Columbus shot a man in the head, hung him from a pole,

gutted him and set him on fire.

And Columbus is our father.

Dad had it under control. For 15 years, everything was fine, until...

- Until what? - Dad said stop looking. You didn't.

- So this is my fault? - Well, consequences aren't the same as fault.

My parole officer is very philosophical.

All we have is a voice tape of Dad saying, "back off"

and a silver dolphin I found at Mom's grave. That's as far as the investigation has gone.

- According to Booth. - Booth and I are partners.

He's FBI. You're the daughter of a career criminal and the sister of a loser on parole.

What?

I wouldn't let anyone else call you a loser, Russ. What makes you think you're allowed?

I love you too.

You're asking the kind of thing that destroys careers.

Since I was a girl, I dreamed of putting bad men in jail. Put that back.

Which is why I became an assistant US attorney.

- You don't have to help me. - Of course I do!

Beckett is still a hero to a lot of African-Americans.

Some never believed he killed this FBI boy.

You buy breakfast, tell me you found a way to clear his name,

release him out of incarceration after 30 years?

- I cannot walk away! - Maybe you should have some more coffee.

Of course. We have to come up with our plan.

- Judge Moran? - We should exhume Harper.

See if your genius scientist partner

can ascertain whether he died in the manner the FBI said he died 30 years ago.

- Moran's got a... - No, we want Kemper.

- "Hang 'Em High" Kemper? - If I'm ruining my career, I'm doing it my way.

Now, take a doughnut hole. I'm offering.

Thanks.

This was lodged in Garrett Delaney's sinus cavity.

.22 calibre.

These dimples indicate that the bullet ricocheted around inside the cranium.

- Worried about your doctorate? - No.

Dr Grayson touched me with an open hand on the shoulder.

- You mean inappropriately? - No. I read a book on body language.

When an older male lays an open hand on a younger male, it conveys approval.

But if he bumps the younger male with a closed fist, it conveys doubt.

Dr Grayson went like this.

Not like this.

Like this.

Not like this.

Dr Grayson is elderly and arthritic.

Perhaps he simply needed help getting to his feet, like this.

Dr Brennan, visitors in your office.

Tempe, this is a friend of Dad's.

Father Coulter is Toby Coulter, train-trestle guy.

Yeah, I remember that story - when Dad and his friend accidentally blew up a train trestle.

How do you accidentally blow up a trestle?

Well, we were hired by a farmer to dynamite the ice off a stock pond.

We get this competition going - who can slide the dynamite farther before it blows.

It's a federal offence to blow up a train trestle, Father, even if it is accidental.

Father Toby Coulter, meet my partner, Seeley Booth.

- Careful. He's FBI. - Well, I'm innocent.

It was Max's toss that brought the trestle down.

Max Keenan's best friend grows up to be a priest.

I'm sure your people have that fact on file somewhere.

Tempe, Father Coulter has a message from Dad.

It's a private message.

Come into my office.

She's just gonna tell Agent Booth anyway. You might as well let him listen.

"Back off." That's the message. He said you'd understand.

- Where did you see him? - In confession.

- We're not Catholic. - The confessional is extended to all.

Did he ever call your cellphone, Father?

- Two days ago. - Can I see your phone?

- You want to trace the call? - Yeah.

So, Max Keenan, he come to you for absolution?

- I'm sure you know the requirements. - Contrition and intent not to repeat the sin.

And Max doesn't have either. And as a priest, I failed him.

I never got him to walk the straight and narrow.

Is there anything else you can tell us?

- He was angry, felt his hand had been forced. - Where can we reach you?

He's staying at St Augustine Seminary for the next few days before heading to Ohio.

Father.

Your father loves you.

Is that part of Dad's message?

That's a personal observation.

Delaney's murder, the threats on Russ's life, it's happening now

because of a little metal dolphin we found on your mother's grave.

FBI field unit in Denver traced it to a local artist in Mead, Colorado.

Who identified Dad as the buyer.

But Delaney left the FBI 15 years ago.

- Somebody told him. - And didn't tell you?

- It's a conspiracy. - You must be annoyed.

I am. And I don't like finding out there's a dirty FBI agent in this building.

I think Delaney goes to your father,

he asks him to hand over the evidence. If he doesn't do it, he kills you or Russ.

Dad calls Russ to warn him, and then kills Delaney.

Guts him, burns him, leaves a calling card. "Don't mess with Max Keenan's kids."

Am I supposed to like that?

Bones, I'd take a stand-up crook over a crooked cop any day of the week.

Booth, I got us a meet with the judge. Let's go.

And you better get back to your lab in case we're successful.

- I find it best to do what she says. - OK.

You want to exhume the FBI agent that Marvin Beckett murdered?

- That's correct, Your Honour. - That is a big, noisy mess in the making.

The FBI has credible evidence that the case against Marvin Beckett was manufactured.

Assistant US attorney Dan Burridge, arguing against this writ.

- On behalf of? - The FBI.

- I thought you were FBI? - I am, Your Honour.

I told you. A big, noisy mess.

All right. Let's hear your argument.

It's a precipitant exhumation in an inflammatory case.

The evidence has not been authenticated.

It has, by the Jeffersonian Institution.

The FBI would like to do their own in-house analysis.

Of course they would. They did the framing 30 years ago.

- I take exception to that. - Why? You weren't even born 30 years ago.

Not like me and Judge Kemper, who got to see first-hand what Beckett was like.

Ms Julian, did you bring this to me because I knew Marvin Beckett personally?

Did you? I wasn't aware of that, Your Honour.

Were you aware of that, Agent Booth?

We'd like to do this slowly and carefully, Judge. That's all.

And we want to exhume Gus Harper so we can make sure he was murdered

in exactly the way the damn FBI said he was murdered, Your Honour.

As mandated by the writ of exhumation

by Judge Theodore Kemper of the DC federal judicial district,

I, Dr Camille Saroyan, will be performing an autopsy

of Special Agent Augustus Donald Harper

under the auspices of the Jeffersonian Institution.

Date of death, June 25, 1978.

Date of internment, July 2, 1978.

Date of exhumation, that would be today.

Also present at the post-exhumation autopsy is Dr Temperance Brennan.

The original autopsy in 1978 found that Agent Harper was killed

when he was shot three times at close range by a.38 Colt Detective Special revolver.

Two shots to the chest, one piercing the heart, the other the left lung.

The third, a shot to the frontal bone.

What?

- That bullet hole in the head is from a.38. - Just like the coroner said.

I can already tell these two holes are from something a lot bigger than a revolver.

Something more like a rifle that a sniper would use.

Zack, you'd better get a full set of X-rays before Dr Saroyan reopens.

We're gonna conduct this one like the whole world is watching.

- Hey, Russ. - OK, I'm here. What's up?

You know, you're an idiot, Russ. I like you, but you're a real idiot.

- What did I do? - I had a call from your parole officer today.

- Why? - You crossed state lines without telling him.

I just told him you were aiding in an FBI investigation.

Thanks.

- You're slipping, aren't you? - I want to marry Amy and raise her kids.

One of them is sick. That costs money.

I'm a felon on parole. I work part time as a mechanic.

What job am I gonna get that lets me be the man I need to be to raise a family?

You got this sick little girl depending on you. I get that.

But you go back inside and cross that line, you're not helping anyone.

Everybody, down!

Civil rights activist and convicted murderer Beckett was released today

when a second autopsy on his alleged victim, FBI Agent Gus Harper,

revealed inconsistencies with details of Mr Beckett's trial back in 1979.

- What kind of inconsistencies? - You have your confidences, I have mine.

Well, it's over, right? I mean, now that it's out, there's no reason to kill Russ.

The men behind this don't care about Beckett. They care about being exposed.

Lucky you were together. Why were you together?

Oh, you know, a man's gotta eat.

To think that some people still refuse to believe in guardian angels.

Booth!

- Who's that? - Kirby. My boss's boss's boss.

You're what's known as a pain in the ass, Agent Booth.

Yes, sir.

I just had my testicles handed to me by the attorney general of the USA.

He wanted to know why this Marvin Beckett issue wasn't done slowly and carefully,

with greater forethought and tact. You know what I told him? I told him I did not know.

- Sir, I had to do it the way I did it because... - Not your decision, Booth.

You're suspended without pay.

- Gun, ID, security card, please. - I'm entitled to hear the charges against me.

The charges against you are that I was pissed upon from a very great height!

You're out of here in ten minutes.

Can they do that? Kick you out without warning?

The two guys standing behind me with the guns seemed to think so.

Harper's ribs and sternum were practically obliterated by the two shots to his torso.

Zack, Booth got fired.

- Suspended, not fired. - Suspended's FBI speak for fired.

Do you know what hurts the most? They took the car. I got no wheels.

The bullets were removed from the body, but Hodgins found some small fragments.

Copper, lead, polymer. This is a conspiracy, baby.

What we're dealing with is that Booth won't be working with us.

Well, I got my own gun. It's just... God, why did they have to take the company car?

I assumed the only way he'd get his car would be to solve the case and that we'd help.

Oh, no. No, no. I can't let you guys do that.

Anyone who wants to help Booth, raise their hands.

All right. I reverse-engineered to find the most likely design of the bullets.

After the bullet spread, lead pellets were released like buckshot.

That's a homemade round invented back in the '70s.

- A military-issue M40A1 sniper rifle. - Nice.

What you call being a conspiracy theorist, I call being well-informed.

- Harper was murdered by a military sniper? - Who makes his own rounds.

We could compare it to the bullet that grazed Russ.

I'm a civilian. We don't have access to that round. Maybe Caroline can help us.

- Still have a job? - Not for long. I'm on performance review.

None of the FBI in the robbery task force had sniper training in the '70s.

I need to know who else was on that task force...

- Booth! I've got it. ...and if any of 'em had sniper training.

- Once you find out, keep your head down. - Task force, sniper training, '70s, duck. Got it.

- I can solve the case and get your job back. - That would be great.

We need my father to give us the evidence from that safety-deposit box.

- Great. - I'll drive.

Dr Saroyan, when I get my doctorate, I'd like to work here.

Zack, you are an excellent scientist.

But an important part of the job is appearing as an expert witness in court.

- What? - Jurors have to take you seriously.

Frankly, you look like a weekend fill-in at a college radio station.

Truth hurts, dude. Learn from it and grow.

You weren't able to find Max by tracing his call to me?

- It came over the internet. It was untraceable. - Well, Max always did things his way.

I guess you being a priest didn't affect him.

Son, I spent my whole life trying to turn Max's life to Jesus.

He knows exactly one Bible verse.

Numbers 35:19.

"The revenger of blood himself shall slay the murderer."

"When he meeteth him, he shall slay him."

- What's that mean? - That's the law of the jungle.

Father, if my father makes contact with you again,

please tell him to trust me. His way got my mother murdered and almost got Russ killed.

- It's time he tried my way. - He won't contact me again.

How do you know?

Ask him. He put me under surveillance.

If a priest can figure out the FBI is watching him,

so can an experienced fugitive like your father.

I need a makeover.

Zack, I am a big believer in people being themselves.

- You're actually kind of cute. - I've been told that many times.

Usually followed by the word "but".

In this case, "but no one takes you seriously".

I need help, Angela.

So what do I do first?

Lose the floppy hair.

- Why are you mad? - I need a gun.

No, you don't. You got me. I'm your gun. You want equipment? Here.

Have these. New division of labour. I shoot 'em, you cuff 'em.

Why didn't you mention the surveillance?

It is my job to find your dad and put him in prison.

- And you don't think I'll help? - He's your father. I shouldn't have to ask you.

He abandoned me. That's the best thing you can say about him.

He lives by a code. Part of that is defending his family by whatever means necessary.

- Killing people and setting corpses on fire? - "Any means necessary" covers that.

- You respect him? - In his world, he's honourable.

That's ridiculous. There's only one world - this one.

Where you're mad at me for trying to catch him?

Or the world where you want him caught? Pick one.

- Either. Both. - Dr Brennan, Agent Booth.

I thought you'd like to meet the reason we're all losing our jobs and getting shot at.

This is Mr Marvin Beckett.

- I wanted to thank you personally. - You're welcome.

30 years ago, crooked agents put me in jail for something I did not do.

I did not kill the young FBI agent, I did not steal the money,

and I thank you for proving it to the world.

That's why I'm here to tell you to your face, to assure you I did not do those things.

You freed an innocent man. And in return, I must warn you.

The people that did this to me aren�t just a bunch of corrupt cops.

They serve masters of much greater influence.

You're looking to bring their world down around their ears.

They will strike at you. Watch yourselves.

Here's your list of snipers from the decade of disco.

This time I'm advising you. Duck.

- Anyone you know? - Yeah.

The ATF rep on the task force was a marine sniper. Robert Kirby.

FBI Deputy Director Robert Kirby?

That just suspended you?

Call your brother, tell him to get out of the house.

- Now. - Why? What's going on?

Seconds after Caroline got this, Kirby knew about it.

He's not answering. I don't understand.

It's not us that Kirby is afraid of, it's your father.

The only way to strike at him is through you or Russ.

- Kirby was the one that took a shot at Russ. - No answer.

- Russ? Just stay back. - Russ?

There's no sign of a break-in. I'll check the back. Russ?

Oh, my God. Booth?

What?

Russ.

Take it easy. We don't know that for sure.

That's too much blood. Nobody could survive th... that much blood loss.

Nobody.

All right. OK. It's all right.

Oh, my God.

- It's against the law, not calling in a murder. - It wasn't a murder, it was a bloodstain.

That much blood, it's mur... it's murder.

If we call it in, the next thing is we find ourselves under arrest.

- That had to be Russ's blood. - You got a sample, right?

We'll check the DNA at the lab.

Until then, who's the one who always says, "Don�t jump to conclusions", right?

Yeah, you're right.

Thanks.

I wish you wouldn't let me hug you when I get scared.

Hey, when I get scared, I'll hug you.

We'll call it even.

- Results? - It's not Russ's.

- You can't do a DNA test that fast. - Didn't have to.

Brennan and her brother are O type, as was the mother.

The blood sample you brought me was AB. Therefore...

- Let's tell Bones. - I saw her. She's on her way to see the priest.

- Why? - He had something for her.

She can't go without me when it's open season on Brennans.

- Bones? - No, ch�ri. We need to talk.

Well, first, I want to tell you that your brother is with his father.

You mean... with God?

No, his earthly father. Your father.

- Are you certain? - Saw it with my own eyes.

Oh, thank God.

Which I use only as a figure of speech.

Well, you have to start somewhere.

You know, you are very much like him.

I'm nothing like my father.

The two of you always saw the world in black and white.

Your mother wasn't like that. Neither is Russell.

All right, go.

I was clearing out my desk when my phone rings and it's this FBI agent named Carlson.

He tells me, "You are wasting my time with this damn priest."

- I tell him, "You better mind your mouth." - I gotta find Bones.

Father Coulter is 90 years old, confined to bed with Alzheimer's

in a convalescent home at the seminary, which does not sound like your priest.

Your father, he talked about when you were four

and your brother was nine, and he hid behind this door and he jumped out at you.

- Just give me the keys to your car. - My car?

Boo! He hollers, "Boo!"

- You had a doll that had a string for talking. - Chatty Cathy.

Wham! You took that doll and hit your brother so hard you knocked him flat as a pancake.

I said to your mother, "No one will ever jump out at that girl again."

And your mother said, "Just like you, Max."

"She's just like you."

Hair colour,

plastic surgery,

coloured contact lenses, chin and cheek implants, 15 years older.

Still,

I should have seen it.

Come on, Bones. Pick up. Pick up!

- This is Dr Brennan... - Dammit!

Russ knew it was you all along?

Yeah.

You talk to Russ, but not to me?

You know, to tell you the truth, you do better without me and Russ does worse.

- Take this. - But I'm not religious.

No. We're gonna play this your way. Please.

- This is Gus Harper's journal. - There's a key there to a safety-deposit box.

In that safety-deposit box is all the evidence.

Why didn't you give it to them back in 1978?

Because your mother said, "If you turn this over to them, they will kill us and our kids."

They got Mom anyway.

There's not a day that goes by that my heart is not broken.

Dad, come on!

I gotta go.

Wait. I can't let you go.

Oh, I love you too.

No. I mean, I can't let you go.

I'm sorry.

Oh, I must be getting old. I let you get the drop on me.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just can't let you get away.

I'm sorry.

Listen to me. If you find somebody you can trust, you hang on to him. Remember that.

- Dad, let's go! - I'm proud of you. I love you.

Dad, get in.

You take care of her.

- FBI. Stop or I'll shoot. - Booth.

Booth!

Booth.

Uh-oh.

Great. Did he really have to hit the car? I wasn't gonna chase him.

You OK?

# And if I only could

# Make a deal with God

# And get him to swap our places

# Be running up that road

# Be running up that hill

# Be running up that building

# If I only could

# You don't want to hurt me

# But see how deep the bullet lies

# If I only could

# Make a deal with God

# And get him to swap our places

# Be running up that road

# Be running up that hill

# With no problems

# If I only could

# Make a deal with God

# And get him to swap our places

# Be running up that road

# Be running up that hill

# With no problems

- What is it? - Zack's doctorate.

- I'd like to recommend him. - I can't put him in front of a jury.

I'll put in a good word in Pure Research. That way he can come visit.

- Visit? - Dr Saroyan, Dr Brennan, Dr Hodgins.

I'd like to present your colleague,

Dr Zachary Uriah Addy.

- Look at you, all grown-up. - Wow.

Very impressive.

- I can learn to be effective in front of juries. - Zack can learn anything.

All right. He's hired. Who am I to break up this team?

Lunch is on me, Dr Addy. Anywhere you want to go.

- The diner. - Anywhere, I said.

- I like the diner. - Hey, do me a favour, "Uriah".

I need a little time to adjust to your fascist haircut.

Let's go.

Congratulations, Dr Addy.

Thank you, Dr Brennan.

- Congratulations. - Hear! Hear!

It's about time, man.

What happened?

The attorney general took one look at the evidence your father provided

and, you know, he reinstated me.

I'm glad.

Listen, we found another burned body.

Same place, same setup.

- Kirby? - I'm pretty sure.

It was Kirby's blood in your apartment.

Dad's still trying to warn people to leave me and Russ alone.

Russ, he's safe with your father.

They're warning people to stay away from you.

You know, I'm sorry that you had to go through it again.

Watching your family drive off, you know, leaving you behind.

- I'm sorry. - My father's... is...

He's your dad. And he loves you.

You know, I'm just...

I'm just one of those people who doesn't get to be in a family. That's...

Listen, Bones, hey, there's more than one kind of family.

- Zack got the job? - Come in and congratulate him.

Nah. You know, he's your squints, not my squints.

Booth, we are, all of us, your squints.

Do me a favour and pat Zack on the shoulder with an open hand.

What? Why? Does that mean something?

What's that mean?

ENGLISH SDH