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You're not the police.
Yeah, not even close.

You the ones who called this in?
Yeah, like, 30 seconds ago.

Nice.
How'd you know?

I was down the street
when I heard the call

come in over my scanner.

What the hell are you two doing out here?
We were out here

practicing our 50-50's,

and we just found this guy

lying here all dead and stuff.
Nice!

Well, you guys can
get back to your skating.

I got this. Thanks.

Why are you filming him?

You some kind of
freak or something?

I'm a news stringer, man.

I-I videotape crime scenes
for a living.

People pay you for this?

How much?
Uh, something like this,

depending
on the news organization,

I might get, like,
$300 or $400.

Hey, we're the ones
who found this body.

We should be
the ones getting paid.

Hey, how much
do they pay

for an extreme close-up?
Come on!

You're ruining my...
Stop. Stop. Come on.

Whoa, whoa.
Please, just get...

Great!
Yeah, now the cops are here.

Yeah, got it.
Yeah, that was Aubrey.

There was a body found
in Columbia Heights.

So does this mean
you'll be missing date night?

Nah, Aubrey can take
care of himself.

Besides, I don't want
to miss that whore sauce.

Will you please stop referring

to the puttanesca
as "whore sauce."

I'm sorry but does
"puttanesca" not mean

"in the style of the
whore" in Italian?

Yeah, it does,
and every time I make it,

I regret having told you that.
Whore sauce.

Hi.
Hi. Aw.

Looks like I'll be representing
the Hodgins clan alone tonight.

Oh, Hodgins was called
out to the scene

at Columbia Heights,
I presume?

Yeah. I guess that means
there'll be more wine for us.

Tell you what.
We'll send home

a doggie bag for bug boy.

Ooh, it smells good.

Oh, look at that!

Okay, that's the sweetest thing
I've ever seen.

Christine really loves
her baby brother, huh?

Yeah, for now. Check back
in ten or 12 years.

Have you had any luck convincing
Hodgins to have another baby?

No. I think he's pretty happy
with the way things are.

And I guess I am, too.

I'm just worried that Michael
Vincent's gonna get lonely.

Worried?

Come on, I've seen that
kid play down at the park.

He's got a bigger entourage
than Floyd Mayweather.

And even if

he were lonely,
studies show

that having sufficient
time alone is

extremely beneficial
to the development

of a child's imagination.

Fine. Well, then, maybe

he'll create some
imaginary siblings for himself.

Do you know where
the opener is?

No, but the whore
sauce is burning.

Okay. Excuse me.

This is the body
of a human being.

Want to have a little respect,
please?

Tell you what. Can we, uh,

go ahead and push that perimeter
back another ten yards?

Oh, boy. So...

what do my beautiful-brained
colleagues have for me tonight?

Might want to watch the way

you talk about Cam's brain
there, Aubrey.

Wouldn't want her man
overhearing.

Oh, the, uh, photojournalist?

His name is Sebastian,
and he's not my man.

That's not what the smile
on your face is saying.

The smile on my face is saying
"Mind your own business."

What about the victim's face?

- What's their face saying?
- Uh, not much.

Looks like scavengers ate
through most of it, but...

the height of the pinna and
length of the lobule suggest

the victim was a male
in his mid- to late-40s.

You got all that
off half an ear?

I guess you could call me
the ear whisperer.

Ooh-- sorry to interrupt your
clever turn of phrase there,

but something's not right
underneath this guy's shirt.

It's like
he's sucking in his gut.

Okay.

Okay, that does not
look natural.

Ooh. Wow.

I'm gonna call the lab and
tell them to prep the platform.

According to this
little maggot mosh-pit,

this guy's been dead
for two days.

This is a high
traffic area.

I mean, people come in
and out of this lot all day.

Which means there's no way

that this guy would go unnoticed
for two entire days.

Someone dropped him here.

They wanted us
to find this body.

Maybe that's them now.

That's weird. There's a wire
that's attached to the...

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Cam, what-what happened?

I don't know.

I ju... I just stepped away
to make a call, and, uh,

Hodgins and Aubrey--
they were...

they were right there
when the body blew up.

Oh, my God.
The doctors won't tell me anything.

I have no idea what's going on.
Just relax.

We're gonna get the answers
when there's answers to give.

Is anyone else hurt?

Four dead so far.

Uh, all cops, all
pronounced dead at the scene.

No, I can't...
I can't do this.

I have to, um... I have
to find out what's going on.

I'm gonna find the doctor.

Oh, my God.

Hey, hey.
Hi.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Just a big ball of sore,

but nothing
a little aspirin can't cure.

How about Aubrey?

I-I saw them rushing him
into surgery.

It didn't look good.

He pulled me out of the way.

He used his body
as a shield to protect me.

Aubrey saved my life.

I think we should...

We should go home. You should...
you should get some rest.

No way, Angie, no.

Not while the son of a bitch is
still out there that did this.

Hodgins is right. This guy just
blew up a bunch of cops.

He's gonna pay for what he did.

Well, then, let's get to work.

Look, everything goes
through me, all right?

Until Aubrey gets better, I'm
gonna take the lead on the case.

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I'm having the bodies of

the four cops killed
in the blast sent

to the lab for an autopsy.

Look, we're gonna have
our hands full on this one.

Are you sure you want
to take this case, Booth?

What are you talking about?
Aubrey may die.

Don't talk like that!
Aubrey is not gonna die.

He may, and if he does,
I'm worried you'll...

react the same way
you did when Sweets died.

Okay, look, when Sweets
died, I blamed myself.

You understand?

The weight of the guilt is
what drove me to gamble again.

How do I know
you won't find some way

to blame yourself
if Aubrey dies?

The jagged bone fragments
positioned outwardly suggests

the blast originated

from within the
victim's rib cage.

Well, that's certainly not the
easiest place to plant a bomb.

Placing the bomb in this man's
chest was not about ease.

It was about efficiency.

So, the killer wanted
to use the ribs as shrapnel.

Angela,

are all those
photographs necessary?

What?

The skull is in pieces
until it's put back together.

Any attempt at a facial
reconstruction is pointless.

Sorry. I just...

My mind was
somewhere else.

As it should be.

You almost lost
your husband tonight.

But I didn't... and
I just don't get it.

Why are we always
the lucky ones?

Because someone needs

to be there
to help the ones who aren't.

Dr. Vaziri.
Arastoo.

Hi.
Hi.

I saw what happened
on the news.

Cam, are you okay?
I'm fine.

I didn't know you were in town.

I wasn't, but I came
as quickly as I could.

Well, thank you
for your concern,

but like I said, I'm fine.

Perhaps I can help.
That's very kind of you,

- but we're okay.
- Well, actually, I've been

so focused on these remains,

I've forgotten
to call in an intern.

I don't think
Arastoo wants to go back

to being your intern,
Dr. Brennan.

He wouldn't be.
He'd be my consultant.

I'll be whatever
you need me to be.

I would just like to help.

Angela, can you please

swipe Arastoo onto the platform?

Is everything okay?
Yeah, it's just...

it looks like something's
glimmering on the lateral

aspect of the victim's
right distal femur.

Dr. Vaziri is correct.

The victim has
an artificial knee.

The serial number
on it should be able

to provide us with an I.D.

Wow, you don't waste any time,
do you?

Okay, well, just give me a call

as soon as you know something.

Great. Thanks.

Any update on
Aubrey's condition?

It's been three hours;
he's still in surgery.

That's not good, is it?
Well, it ain't great.

I swear I'm gonna catch
the guy who did this.

Eh, between Aubrey
and the four dead cops,

I'm sitting on a mountain of hell.
Yeah, well, your mountain

just got a little bit bigger.

The lab's got an I.D.
on the initial victim.

His name is Thomas Gallo. DCPD.

So a cop was killed,
and his body

was then used
to blow up more cops.

The killer obviously
has an issue with police.

I know a
behavioral analyst

down at the BRIU who specializes
in these types of cases.

I'll have her down here
first thing in the morning.

All right, fine.

Do whatever you need to do.

I will. And right now,
that means saying a prayer

for your scrawny little partner.

Hey. I finished going through
Gallo's clothing,

which was covered
in asbestos fibers.

Hmm. The piece of lung
I examined didn't contain any.

Really? Which means
Gallo was already dead

by the time
he was exposed to it.

So, maybe we can use
the asbestos to pinpoint

where the killer took Gallo's
body to plant that bomb.

Unfortunately, the
presence of asbestos

still isn't as rare
as it should be.

But, you know what?
I'm gonna find us something

that'll help narrow it down.

I know you will.

I imagine this has to be
pretty difficult for you.

If you're referring
to the fact that

I've got the bodies
of four dead police officers

in front of me, then yes,
it is extremely difficult.

Yes, and if I were also
referring to the fact

that your ex-boyfriend
were back at the lab?

Then I don't want
to talk about it.

So I take it that means Arastoo

doesn't know about Sebastian?

The last time I saw or spoke to
Arastoo was the night he quit.

That was... months ago,
Dr. Hodgins.

And yet the minute
he heard what happened,

he dropped everything to
come rushing down here.

It's obvious Arastoo
still cares about you.

And I still care about him,

but right now I care more
about catching a cop killer.

Is there anything else?

Yeah.

Hi. Hey! I am so sorry I'm late.

Actually, you know what,
I was here on time,

but I was going through
security and I realized

that I forgot my badge
at home, so I had

to drive home, grab my badge,
and just floor it to get back.

I mean, I didn't
floor it, you know...

I drove the speed limit.
Who are you?

Oh, God. You are
Agent Booth, aren't you?

Oh, no, am I
in the wrong office?

No, no, no, you're
in the right office.

Yeah, I'm-I'm Special
Agent Seeley Booth.

But I'm on my way
into an interview.

Something I can
help you with?

Um, I'm-I'm Karen Delfs.

From the BRIU.

The behavioral analyst.

Yeah. Which means
I'm usually pretty good

at picking up when somebody
is upset about something.

Look, I'm so sorry
I forgot my badge,

but the only reason I did it is
because I've been so hyper-focused

on studying up
on this case.

Look, I'm not upset at you.

I don't even
know who you are.

I'm upset because somebody
tried to blow up my friend.

Right. I'm so sorry.
Agent James Aubrey.

Yes. Aubrey.

So, you've been studying this case?
Yes.

Is there anything that
you can give me

to help me find the killer?

Absolutely.
I think that the fact

that the initial
victim was a cop

speaks to a level
of sophistication

on the killer's part.
I mean,

killing a cop takes a lot of
planning and organization.

Right. Which means more likely
that he's killed before.

I also think that there was a reason that
Officer Gallo was targeted specifically.

See, we find that reason,

and maybe we find our killer.
That's amazing.

You drove all the way down
here twice just to tell me

something that I already know.

Apparently, I did.
You did.

But thank you.

You're... welcome.

Great. Thanks, Lieutenant
for coming in.

Can you have a seat?
Yeah, sure.

So, you are the head
of the DCPD gang unit,

is that correct?
Yeah, it is.

Gallo was one of my guys.

Been with my crew
for the past ten years.

We have reason
to believe that

Officer Gallo was targeted
specifically.

So you have
some suspects in mind?

La Serpiente.

They're an El Salvadoran
gun-running outfit.

Yeah, I'm familiar with them.

That's a pretty serious
organization.

Yeah, and we
haven't been able

to nail them on
anything substantial.

So we've been attempting
to dismantle the gang

by pestering them
with minor violations.

Speeding, jaywalking,
that sort of thing.

So you're saying
that Gallo was targeted

because he was passing out
jaywalking tickets?

Four days ago, Gallo pulled over
the head of La Serpiente

for a broken taillight.

Searched the car-- found
an unregistered .44.

It was the guy's
third strike.

Four days ago.

That was the day
before Gallo was killed.

Yeah, it was a big bust.

Made the local news
and everything.

Gallo went out that
night to celebrate.

Where?
Cop bar called Morty's.

He was last seen leaving there
about 1:30 in the morning.

So you've been looking
into this already.

Well, when Gallo
went missing,

I started to have my suspicions,
but without a body,

I couldn't get very far.
Well, do me a favor,

next time
you have your suspicions

make sure you run 'em by me.

I'm head of this case now.

Julian Molina.

Says here you're
the right hand

to the leader
of La Serpiente.

If that's what your
little piece of paper tells you,

it must be true.

It also tells me,
within the past month,

you received two
parking violations

and a citation
for littering.

All that pestering by the DCPD
must have pissed you off.

I must have been careless
with my bubble gum wrappers.

I can't fault the boys in blue
for doing their job.

Not even when that job

means taking down your boss
on weapons charges?

Is that
what this is about?

You think I had something
to do with bomb boy?

"Bomb boy" was the cop

responsible
for the big man's arrest.

So I blew him up, huh?
Then used his body

to send a message to the force
to back off.

My boss is
a very smart man.

He's certainly
not the type

to leave an unregistered
weapon in his vehicle.

If you know what I'm saying.

Yeah.
What your sorry behind is saying

is that you planted the gun.

Who, me? No.

With your boss out of the way,

you're in prime position
to take over the gang.

Well, if that were true,

I'd owe it all to bomb boy.

Do you really think I would kill

the cop responsible for my promotion?
Well...

clearly, loyalty
isn't your strong suit.

Hey.

There he is.

Welcome back.

Were you guys
just watching me sleep?

Apparently,
we're not the only ones.

According to the visitors log,

Jessica Warren's
already been by twice.

Ladies love a hero, huh?

I'd smile,
but I'm in too much pain.

I feel like I got hit
by a truck carrying more trucks.

Doctors pulled seven pieces
of shrapnel

out of that bony
little body of yours.

Luckily, none of them hit
any arteries or vital organs.

Brother, if I could
take any of that pain

off your hands,
I would do it in a heartbeat.

I owe you big-time.

How's everybody else?

It was a rough night, Cher.

Morning, Dr. Brennan.

You'll be happy to know
that I've already cleaned,

separated, and rearticulated the
remains, as much as possible.

Excellent work,
Dr. Vaziri.

And I'm nearly finished with
the reconstruction of the skull.

I must say I wasn't expecting
you back in the lab today.

I told you, I wanted
to help catch the killer.

I plan on being here
until that happens.

And you've cleared this
with your new employers?

Actually,
I don't have an employer.

Oh. You've gone
into the private sector?

I haven't gone into any sector.

Things have been
pretty tough for me

since leaving the Jeffersonian.

I'm sorry to hear that.

So, what have you
discovered

from your reconstruction
of the victim's skull?

Evidence of
projectile trauma

on the parietal,
near the lamdoidal suture.

The projectile exited
through the glabella.

Judging by the size
of the wound,

this was created
by a small-caliber weapon.

And the presence of gunshot
residue says

the weapon was
fired from close range.

Cause of death appears
to be consistent

with a gangland
assassination.

And further evidence pointing
toward La Serpiente.

I hate to rain on your parade,
but I just finished analyzing

the shrapnel Cam pulled
from the deceased officers.

Were you able to determine

the type of device used
in the attack?

The bomb was made of steel,
and it was loaded

with black powder
and match heads.

A pipe bomb?
Yeah, exactly. I mean, this is

Bomb-Making 101.
And not at all consistent

with the type of bomb

a sophisticated operation
like La Serpiente would use.

Unfortunately, no, it's not.

So, DCPD uses
a system known as ShotSpotter.

The red dots

indicate the location
of the gunshots

heard three nights ago.

Well, the victim was last seen
leaving Morty's bar at 1:30,

so we can lose all the
gunfire prior to that.

As well as where
the arrests were made.

That leaves us with two.

Hopefully not after

I run the gunshots through
the sound-forging software.

Now we just plot the decibels

as a function of frequency.

And what exactly are we watching for?
The frequencies

at which the two
gunshots came in.

Small-caliber firearms
tend to have higher decibels,

but not so much
in the lower frequencies.

So the fact that
the first shot had

a higher decibel
in the lower frequency

means it came
from a large-caliber weapon?

And since our victim was shot
with a small-caliber gun...

Means we found

where the victim was murdered.

ShotSpotter's accurate
up to ten feet,

so the murder had to have taken
place somewhere around here.

Well, dark alley--
plenty of cover. I hate to say it,

but this is
the perfect place to ambush

a drunk cop on his way home
after the bar.

Well, Booth is
contacting nearby businesses.

Hopefully, someone will
remember seeing something.

Look.

There is blood speckled
all over this wall.

All right, well, we know
that the victim was shot

at point-blank range,
so I'm hoping

that maybe
we'll be able to find...

Bingo.

Bullet casing.

From a small-caliber pistol,

just like the one used
to kill Gallo.

Okay. All right.

When I head back to the lab,

I'm gonna see if I can
actually sw--

You okay?
Uh, yeah.

Just remind me not to, uh,

stand near any more
exploding bodies, huh?

Okay, Booth says
that a busboy

from a nearby restaurant
remembers seeing

a bright orange
Mustang out here

around the time
of the shooting.

Wait a second.

There was
a bright orange Mustang

at the crime scene yesterday.

Yeah, I'm guessing
that's no coincidence.

So, Seth, I've been talking

to my friends over at the DCPD.

Turns out that
you've made a lot of enemies

inside the department.

So?

Fewer cards to send
out at Christmas.

Why do you hate cops so much?
No, man.

I'm not biting. I've been around
enough crime scenes

to know how you guys work.

Have you been around

so many crime scenes because
you're the one who made them?

Are you kidding me?

Look, I'm around
so many crime scenes

because I'm good
at my job, okay?

I-I know which neighborhoods
to hang around.

Okay, look, you know what,

we can place you
at the alley where Gallo...

Sorry. Keep going.
...was killed

Keep going.
...three nights ago.

I-I intercepted a call

about a possible shooting,
but when I got to the alley

there was nothing there,
so I left-- I swear.

All right, well,
we'll see about that.

- Look at these. Hmm?
- Is this my work?

I-I never gave you guys

my camera,
so how'd you get these images?

Oh, I didn't get these from you.
I got them

from the news organizations that
you've been selling them to.

Which is, again, why I'm late.
And I'm so sorry.

Shh, shh. Wow, look,

these really are gruesome,
aren't they?

Mm-hmm. Mr. Dirklin
seems to be

very comfortable
around death and gore.

In fact, his work seems
to be completely devoid of any emotion.

To be a successful
news stringer, you need

to be able to detach yourself
from the job. That's all I'm doing.

Also, to commit a series of
heinous crimes simply as a means

of making money, you would
need a certain level of detachment.

Right. Your footage
of the bomb going off

is being played
across the country.

And every time it gets played,

you're getting paid.

Right?
So he must be the only one

who's profiting
from these crimes.

That does not look good for you.

Mm-mm.

Creepy! This looks like

one of those found-footage
horror films.

Yeah, except this is real life.
This is footage

Dirklin took in the alley on the
night that Gallo was murdered.

What's going on?
Um...

can you stop what you're
doing for a second?

Yeah.

I came to tell you that...

I'm ready.

Ready? Ready for what?

To have another baby.

Or two.

Or... seven.

As many curly-headed
little ones as you want.

But I thought...
I thought you said, um,

you were comfortable
with what we have.

I know I did. I know, Angie, but
after what happened yesterday,

I realized that
there's still so much in life

I want to experience with you,
you know? And I...

I don't want to die.
I-I want to keep growing.

The only way for me to do that

is to get out
of my comfort zone.

Well, yeah,
let's... let's keep growing.

Yeah? Good.

But let's catch
this killer first.

Wait, I thought
that Booth said

that the crime scene
videographer was looking good for it.

Well, he was, but
then I looked

through all the footage,
and there's nothing there.

Yeah, but he could've shot this
while he was waiting for the victim

to leave the bar and make
his way down the alley.

Hey, there's something
back there.

Behind the Dumpster.
Like a rat?

Give me a second.

No, it's a human being
standing over

a dead body.
Dirklin

caught the killer on camera,

and he-he didn't
even know it.

Which unfortunately means
it isn't Dirklin.

Our killer's still out there.

Upon completion
of the thoracic area,

I discovered sharp force trauma
on the body of the sternum,

as well as the left and right
side ribs, three through six.

Lack of hemorrhagic staining
suggests

these are postmortem injuries.
The trauma

is also inconsistent with the damage
sustained during the explosion.

The killer must have broken
these bones

to plant the bomb
in the rib cage.

If we can determine
the implement used

to create these injuries,
it may lead us closer to the killer.

The striae appear
to have variant trajectories.

One set has a superior
direction, the other inferior.

Which is suggestive
of some sort

of extremely powerful
shearing tool.

Have Dr. Hodgins swab the
wounds for particulates.

I was able
to recover a print

off the bullet casing
we found in the alley.

Any match on the print?
I got a hit off IAFIS.

It belongs to a man
named Scott Larette.

I'll notify Booth.

Uh, hey.

Hey.

Dr. Brennan said
that you're having difficulties

finding a job.

Oh, I'll find something.

How are things with you?

Oh, good.

Everything's good. Just...

working, you know?

Sure.

I'm sorry. This is weird.

Yeah, extremely.

I'm gonna... go.

Yeah, yeah. I need
to get back to the bones, so...

Yeah.

Behavioral analyst?

So you're like a
real-life Clarice Starling?

I never thought about it
like that before.

That is totally true.

All right, enough
of the happy talk.

It's time
to get to work.

Where's Booth?
On his way to pick up Larette.

So, in the meantime,
we're gonna study up.

Here's all we got
on the guy.

Larette's fingerprints
are already in the system

because he'd applied
for a position

with DCPD. Multiple times.

This guy wanted to be a cop?

Well, that was
never gonna happen.

I mean, according to his file,
he failed his psychological exam

due to anger issues.

So the cranky little man
had to settle

for part-time work

as a security guard.
You know,

the constant rejection
at the hands of the police

could have certainly fueled
Larette's tendency towards rage.

This must have been his way
of getting back at the force

for rejecting him.

No luck
at Larette's apartment.

Booth's saying it looks like
he hasn't been home all week.

We got to find this guy
before he strikes again.

Got the results of the swab
to the rib injuries.

Did you find anything
we could use?

There were traces of latex
in the wounds.

Well, the killer probably wore
latex gloves to do the job.

No, if that were the case,
I would've found anti-degradants in it.

Do you mind? So, this was
preprocessed latex.

The only place that you're likely to find
preprocessed latex

is in a processing center.

Wow, there are at least a
half a dozen of these places in town.

Yes, but only one of
them recently shut down

and used asbestos
in their insulation.

And since we found asbestos
on our victim's clothing...

It means that this has got
to be the place the killer

brought Gallo's body
to plant the bomb.

Agent Booth.

What do we got?
Got a body over here.

He's wearing a holster.
Think it might be another cop.

Okay, look, everybody back until we get
the bomb squad out here.

Move!

The victim appears to have
suffered a single gunshot

to the frontal bone.

Shot in the head.
Just like our first victim.

Yeah. Who also had a bomb
stuffed into his chest.

So please tell me
someone's checked to make...

No, I can

assure you these remains
are explosive-free.

Relax. It's me.

Yeah. Maybe put that on vibrate
next time.

Sorry.

Hey.

Yeah,
I'm fine. I...

I know. I'm sorry. I was at
the lab late last night, and...

Seems a bit unlike Cam
to take a personal call

in the middle of a case
like this.

It's probably just Sebastian.

Who's Sebastian?

Hmm?

Hodgins,

who's Sebastian?

He's... no one.

He's just a guy

who exists in reality.

Are he and Cam dating?

What?

Why would you...

I mean, how would I...

What makes
you think...

Yeah.

I wouldn't worry
about it, dude.

Seriously, the guy's
not really around that much.

I mean, he's this,
like, photojournalist

who's always off in some,
like, war-torn country.

Which is actually
really impressive. But not...

not as impressive as you.
I mean, you're

totally impressive,
even without a job.

I'm gonna stop talking now.

No, it's great.

I mean, for Cam.

She deserves to be happy.

Based on the posteriorly
slanted frontal bone

and the angular eye orbits, the
victim was a Caucasian male.

How's it looking
for time of death?

Well, according
to the third instar

Sarcophaga haemorrhoidalis
larvae,

this victim's been dead
for about five days.

Meaning this victim was killed
before Gallo.

Hey.

So it looks like Booth
finally found Scott Larette.

That's awesome.
Yeah, nah, it's not that awesome.

According
to my facial reconstruction,

it's the man lying
on this table.

Wait,

so if Larette wasn't a cop,

then why was he found
wearing a holster?

The owner of the processing plant was
having problems with scrap metal theft

so he hired him on
to work security.

Well, what kind of security
guard carries a gun?

Uh, somebody who wants
to become a cop, you know?

Bottom line is they didn't find
the gun in the holster.

So the killer
must have taken it.

Which would explain
why we found

Larette's prints on the casing
of the bullet that killed Gallo.

I could've sworn
I put my phone in my purse

before we left the office.

Karen, do you realize

that we're just figuring
something out right now?

I know, and I want to help.
Look, I was building

a psychological profile
of the killer, and I was storing

the notes on my phone;
I... so I...

Sorry. One second.
Okay. Wow.

Is that a
mousetrap?

Why do you have a mousetrap in your purse?

I have no idea.

Okay.
I'm just gonna...

That's not weird.
Okay.

Got it. Sorry.
So...

Right. The fact that Gallo
was on TV shortly before

his death suggests
that the killer seeks notoriety.

So the killer wanted to be known
for taking down a hero cop.

Gallo had become a symbol
for good policing,

and our killer wanted
to destroy that symbol.

Wait, Larette
wasn't a cop, okay?

How does he factor in all this?

Well, he may not
have a badge,

but he was walking around
with a gun and a holster.

Both are obvious markers
of authority.

So you're saying
that our killer

doesn't have an issue with
the police specifically...

I'm saying that his problem
is with authority in general.

Which means
we have no idea

who he's going after next.

Dr. Brennan,
there appears to be chipping

at the external edges
of the entry wound.

Oh. This injury is
common in suicides,

where the gun is pressed
against the skull.

The chipping occurs
as a result of recoil.

So, like Gallo, Larette was
also shot from close range

with a small-caliber weapon.

Most likely his own.

Dr. Vaziri, I have come
to the conclusion

I would like to aid in
your effort to find a job.

That's quite all right.
You've already done plenty for me.

I am very well-respected
in my field.

My influence knows no bounds.

I know.

But I think it's time for me
to leave the nest

and learn to fly on my own.

Well, if you ever change
your mind,

I'm here for you.

There appears
to be microfracturing

on the left ulna.

Well, the location
of the fracturing

suggests a defensive wound.

Meaning it wasn't a well-planned
assassination, like with Gallo.

The killer struggled with
Larette before killing him.

And the more they struggled,
the more chance

the killer left behind something
that could point back to him.

Booth, I got your text.

What do you need to see me about?
We got nothing here, Bones.

We don't know
who the killer is;

we don't know what his
next move is gonna be...

Which is why I should be
back at the lab, working.

All right, look, if we could
figure out his next target,

maybe we could set a trap
and catch the killer

before he strikes again.
But you just said

you have no idea who the
killer is going after next.

I do if it's me.

What...

You want to make yourself
a target?

The killer has an issue
with authority figures.

If I could paint myself
on the news

as an authority figure
on this case...

After all that you've
been through with Jared?

I just got you back.
I know.

Caroline, please,
can you give us a minute?

Oh, sure, but some other time.

You two need to see this.

...and if they think
a few pieces

of shrapnel are gonna stop me,
they got another thing coming.

What is Aubrey doing out of the hospital?
By the looks of it,

something severely shaded
in stupid.

Damn it, Aubrey.

Now, let me be clear--

I am the authority,
and I will catch the person

responsible
for these horrific acts.

You can count on it.

That boy just painted
a big, bright target

right smack in the center
of his puffed-up chest.

Agent Aubrey might have
bought us some time,

but if he gets hurt
again, it's on us.

It's not on us.
It's on him.

Agent Aubrey's actions were
thoughtless and immature.

At least now we know
who the killer's going after.

We don't know anything

for sure, and until we find
something on these remains,

it'll stay that way.

You're right.

So let's get to work
and find ourselves a killer.

That'll put us halfway there.

I just finished
analyzing the tissue

and found postmortem tears

to the muscle
surrounding Larette's hips

as well as his shoulders.

Suggesting two people
carried this body

into the processing center.

So, two killers.
Two needles in a haystack

are better than one, right?

There appears to be
a depression fracture

on the victim's occipital.

The diffused trauma
indicates the wound

was caused by a wide,
flat surface.

And the presence of circular
radiating fracture lines

suggests an object being

swung into the skull.

I'll have Hodgins
swab the wound.

Well, let's hope
he finds something.

For Aubrey's sake.

I don't know

what you were thinking, Aubrey,

but we do not go on national TV
and taunt killers.

That's not how we do
things around here.

You're just mad because
I beat you to the punch.

I know you, Booth. You were
thinking the same thing.

He's got you there, Cher.

How the hell'd you get out of
the hospital in the first place?

I might have snuck out.
Snuck out.

I didn't need to
be there anyway.

I'm fine.
You just put yourself

in the crosshairs
of a couple of deranged

cop killers.
The last thing you are is fine.

Right, you wear
that thing, okay?

Until we find these killers,
'cause now, you're a target.

Okay.

It's Hodgins. They said that
they found paraffin wax

in the back
of the victim's skull.

So, what,
the killer hit him

in the back of the head
with a giant candle?

Wax.
Wait a second, that's it.

That would explain the wax
that they found

on the railing
outside the abandoned plant.

Yeah, but didn't Brennan say
that the weapon was swung

into the victim's head?
Look, when Parker

used to wax at the curb
in front of our house

so the skating
would be smoother.

Brennan described the weapon
as having a wide, flat surface.

The victim was hit in the back
of the head with a skateboard.

Booth, the kids that
called in Gallo's body--

they discovered it while they were skating.
And by discovering it,

they gave themselves the perfect
excuse to be at the crime scene.

They wanted to witness
their work in action.

FBI. We're looking for
your son Alex. Is he here?

Alex is in his bedroom.
What's this all about?

Would you step
outside, please.

What?
Step out of the house.

♪ I would own you ♪

♪ You ♪

♪ You ♪

♪ Just for an hour ♪

♪ Just for ♪

♪ I ♪

♪ I won't say ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Do I pull you in ♪

♪ Like you own me ♪

♪ Will I go insane ♪

♪ How you have this hold ♪

♪ On me ♪

♪ And you know I ♪

♪ I'm out of my mind ♪

♪ Do I pull you in
like you pull me ♪

♪ How you have this hold...
on me... ♪

Careful, Cher, or you're
gonna pop a stitch.

It'll be worth it.

Oh, there she is.

How was it with the little devil children?
Well...

the leader of the two
is an extremely intelligent kid

with clear
psychopathic tendencies.

A pretty deadly
combination.

I'm guessing

he's the one who was practically

foaming at the mouth
when we took them down?

Well, the kid's father
was a cop.

He died years ago.

Seems the job took a toll
on the man

and he would then,
in turn, go home

and redirect his anger
onto his wife

and his kid.
When the authority figure in your life

starts treating you
like a punching bag,

eventually you're gonna punch back.
Right, so when

he and his friend got into a
scuffle with the security guard

over skating
on private property...

He punched back.

And next thing you know,
the little creep is manipulating

his simpleton buddy into waging
an all-out war on authority.

Okay, well, just so

you don't have to keep
calling them

the Creep and the Simpleton,
the boys names' are...

I don't need their names.

The world doesn't need
to know their names.

These fools wanted notoriety

and I'm gonna make damn sure
they never get it.

I second that.

Oh, my God.

I just realized
I was so focused on this case

that I forgot to eat today.
Could I just...

Just, like, one bite.
Oh, my God.

From the other side.
Are you serious?

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm!

Mmm. Oh!

What are you doing?
Mmm...

Relax, tough guy.
I'll buy you another one.

Are you sure?
Because you might be so focused

on eating it that you forget.

Ha, ha. Ugh.
You put pickles in here?

I want what she's having.

Hey.

Hey.

I guess this is it, huh?

I have to apologize.

I lied to you.

Lied to me?

About not having a job.

I don't understand.

I don't officially
have one, but...

there's this facility in Berlin

that's been pretty aggressive
in courting me.

I would have my own lab
and everything.

That's incredible!

Congratulations!

I haven't decided if
I'm gonna take the job.

Why not? It sounds like
an amazing opportunity.

It's everything
you ever wanted.

Why wouldn't you take it?

Because it's in Berlin.

And you're not.

Don't d...
Please don't do this.

Look, I love you.

And I realize now

I should have
never walked away.

I'm not ready to give up
on you yet.

You're more important to me
than any job could ever be.

Hell, I'd go and make
cheese sandwiches

for minimum wage if it meant
coming home to you every night.

I'm seeing someone.
I know.

But is it serious?

I... I don't know.

Well, if you don't know,
then it's not serious.

Please.

I want to be back
in your life.

What do you say?

That sounds like...
Angela.

Help!

Angela!

Oh, my God.

Angela, what happened?

I-I don't know.
We were just...

we were walking out
and-and he...

and he fell.

Don't move him.
I'm gonna call an ambulance.

Look, he's gonna be okay.
It's probably just exhaustion.

Booth is right.

They'll probably just
give Hodgins some fluids

and send him on his way.

Ms. Montenegro.

It appears
your husband

suffered
localized trauma

during the blast.

As a result there's been
significant swelling.

Are these the results

of his MRI?

Okay, um, I'm not sure
I understand.

Hodgins, he was here.

He walked out of here.
He was fine.

There appears to be
damage to the venous plexus

surrounding
the spinal cord.

And cord swelling
tends to peak

24 to 48 hours
after a trauma.

Okay, what-what are you saying?

Dr. Hodgins had been

taking aspirin, which caused
his blood to thin.

This resulted
in an epidural hematoma

that is compressing his spine.

But it's okay, right?

I mean,
he's gonna make it, right?

Of course he's gonna make it.

He's gonna be okay, right?

Somebody please tell me
what's going on.

Please!

Hodgins is paralyzed, Angela.

♪ ♪

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