Written By: Hart Hanson
Directed by: David Duchovny
Zack is in the middle of a presentation, but there are other pressing matters. Enter Booth.
BOOTH: Hey, Bones. Come on. We’ve got a body, went up like a roman candle. Hey, Zack! How’s it going?
ZACK: So far, they don’t like me.
BOOTH: Shocker. Come on. Let’s go.
Brennan and Booth check out the body.
BRENNAN: Male. Middle – aged.
BOOTH: What was with Zack back there?
BRENNAN: Defending his dissertation, last step before he gets his Doctorate. I think these are what’s left of his intestines.
BOOTH: Is he gonna make it?
BRENNAN: No. He’s very dead.
BOOTH: I mean Zack.
BRENNAN: Uhh. 50/50.
BOOTH: He’s a stoolie.
BOOTH: Our victim. Ya know, he’s a rat. Snitch.
BRENNAN: What makes you say that?
BOOTH: His guts got spilled. Alright, Spill your guts.
BRENNAN: Very literal.
BOOTH: Yeah. Hang up there like a scarecrow on a rooftop of a hotel used to house witnesses, it’s a warning.
BRENNAN: Oh look. There’s something jammed down his trachea.
The squints look over the body.
CAM: There’s something metallic here. This is going to turn out to be some freaky, weird ritualistic thing, isn’t it?
HODGINS: Oh man, I hope so.
Meanwhile, Russ is in town.
BRENNAN: Dad called you? You sure it was him.
RUSS: He said “You and your sister are in danger” and he hung up.
BRENNAN: I spend half my time with a sniper-trained FBI Agent. I feel safe.
RUSS: Tempe. I know someone is watching me.
BRENNAN: What’s your evidence?
RUSS: I can feel it on the back of my neck. You spend some time in jail, you develop a sixth sense.
BRENNAN: Maybe you should stay with me for a few days.
RUSS: No, Tempe. I have work and I have, I have Amy and the girls…
BRENNAN: What about your sixth sense?
RUSS: You can’t not believe in something one second and then use it against me in the next.
BRENNAN: It’s a long drive. You can start fresh tomorrow and I’ve got cold beer in the fridge.
BOOTH: No, Don’t drink the Moroccan Beer, it tastes like earwax…how you doing, Russ?
RUSS: Okay Booth. You? Good.
BOOTH: I still make him nervous, don’t I? Come on, let’s go.
BRENNAN: Wha…What? Why do I always feel like you’re abducting me?
BOOTH: Yeah, it turns out our corpse is a former FBI Agent.
Booth and the squints talk over a possible conspiracy regarding an old case.
BOOTH: Great. Who else knows about this?
HODGINS: Us and you. That’s it.
BOOTH: Let’s keep it that way.
HODGINS: I’ve seen this movie. I get killed on the way home.
BOOTH: Then don’t go home.
HODGINS: You serious?
Brennan realizes how this case connects with her family.
BRENNAN: 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.
BOOTH: You go home and you be with your brother, alright?
Brennan and Russ talk. Brennan realizes their dad is involved.
BRENNAN: Columbus – shot a man in the head, hung him from a pole, gutted him and set him on fire. And Columbus – is our father.
RUSS: Dad had it under control. I mean, for 15 years, everything was fine – until…
BRENNAN: Until what?
RUSS: Dad left you a message, he said stop looking. You didn’t.
BRENNAN: Uh. So this is my fault?
RUSS: Well, consequences aren’t the same as fault. My parole officer if very philosophical.
BRENNAN: Well, all we have is a voice tape of Dad saying “Back Off” and a little silver dolphin that I found at Mom’s grave. That’s as far as the investigation has gone.
RUSS: According to Booth.
BRENNAN: What? Booth and I are partners.
RUSS: Tempe. He’s FBI. You aren’t. You’re the daughter of a career criminal and the sister of a loser on parole.
BRENNAN: What? I wouldn’t let anyone else call you a loser, Russ. What makes you think you’re allowed?
RUSS: I love you too.
CAROLINE JULIAN: What you’re asking is the kinda thing that destroys careers. From the time I was a little girl, I dreamed of putting bad men in jail (Booth steals a donut hole) Put that back – which is why I became an Assistant United States Attorney.
BOOTH: Okay, look, you don’t have to help me…
CAROLINE: Of course I have to help you. Marvin Beckett is still a hero to a lot of African Americans. Some of us never believed he killed this FBI boy. Now you buy me breakfast, tell me you found a way to clear his name, release him out of wrongful incarceration after 30 years? I cannot walk away – which you already know.
BOOTH: Maybe you should have some more coffee…
CAROLINE: Of course I want more coffee. We have to come up with our plan of attack.
BOOTH: Okay, Well I was thinking Judge Moran.
CAROLINE: We should exhume Gus Harper. See if your genius, scientist partner, can ascertain whether he died in the manner the FBI said he died 30 years ago.
BOOTH: Moran’s got a long….
CAROLINE: No. We want Kemper.
BOOTH: Hang ‘em high, Kemper?
CAROLINE: Hey. I’m ruining my career, I’m doing it my way. Understand? Now. Take a donut hole. I’m offering.
Brennan gets a visitor.
RUSS: Tempe. This is a friend of dad’s. Father Coulter. It’s Toby Coulter. Train trestle guy.
BRENNAN: Ah, yeah. I remember that story, when dad and his friend accidentally blew up a train trestle.
BOOTH: Come on. How do you “accidentally” blow up a train trestle?
FATHER COULTER: Well, we were hired by a farmer to dynamite the ice off a stock pond. Anyway, we get this competition going – who’s gonna slide the dynamite farther across the ice before it blows.
BOOTH: You know it’s a Federal offense to blow up a train trestle, Father, even if it is accidental.
BRENNAN: Father Toby Coulter. Meet my partner, Seeley Booth.
RUSS: Careful, he’s FBI.
FATHER COULTER: Well, I’m innocent. It was Max’s toss that, uh, brought the trestle down.
BOOTH: Max Keenan’s best friend grows up to be a priest.
FATHER COULTER: I’m sure your people have that fact on file somewhere.
RUSS: Tempe, Father Coulter has a message from Dad.
FATHER COULTER: It’s a private message. “Back off.” That’s the message. He’d said you’d understand.
BOOTH: When’d you see him?
FATHER COULTER: In confession.
BRENNAN: We’re not Catholic.
BOOTH: Well, the sanctity of confession is extended to all. Um, did he ever call you on your cell phone, Father?
FATHER COULTER: Two days ago.
BOOTH: Can I see your phone?
FATHER COULTER: You wanna trace the call?
BOOTH: Yeah. So uh, Max Keenan. He, uh, come to you for absolution?
FATHER COULTER: Well, I’m sure you know the requirements for confession.
BOOTH: Contrition and intent – not to repeat the sin.
FATHER COULTER: Your father loves you.
BRENNAN: Is that part of Dad’s message?
FATHER COULTER: That’s a personal observation.
Booth and Brennan discuss.
BRENNAN: You must be annoyed.
BOOTH: Yeah. Ya know what? I am. And I don’t like finding out there’s a dirty FBI Agent in this building. Here’s what I think happened. Delaney goes to your Father; he asks him to hand over the evidence. He doesn’t do it; he kills you or Russ.
BRENNAN: Dad calls Russ to warn him…and then…kills Delaney.
BOOTH: Guts him, burns him. Leaves a calling card. “Don’t mess with Max Keenan’s kids”
BRENNAN: Am I supposed to like that?
BOOTH: Ya know, Bones. I’ll take a stand up crook over a crooked cop any day of the week.
CAROLINE: Booth. I got us a meet with the judge, let’s go. And you get back to your lab, in case we’re successful.
BOOTH: Ya know. I find it best to do what she says.
Don’t we all, Booth! Caroline and Booth ask permission to exhume the body in the old case.
BURRIDGE: The FBI would like to do their own, in house analysis before proceeding.
CAROLINE: Of course they would. They’re the ones that did the framin’ 30 years ago
BURRIDGE: I take exception to that.
CAROLINE: Why? You weren’t even born 30 years ago.
CAROLINE: Not like me and Judge Kemper who got to see firsthand what Marvin Beckett was really like.
KEMPER: Ms. Julian, did you bring this to me because I knew Marvin Beckett personally?
CAROLINE: Did you? I – I wasn’t aware of that, Your Honor. We’re you aware of that Agent Booth?
Caroline is just the best ever.
Booth and Russ meet up at the diner.
RUSS: Okay. I’m here. What’s up?
BOOTH: You know, you’re an idiot, Russ. I like you but – you’re a real idiot.
RUSS: What’d I do?
BOOTH: I got a call from your parole officer today.
BOOTH: Why? Because you crossed state lines without informing him. I just told him you were aiding in an FBI investigation.
BOOTH: You’re slipping, aren’t ya?
RUSS: Look. I wanna 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. You tell me what job am I gonna get that lets me be the man I need to be to raise a family.
BOOTH: You got this sick little girl depending on you, I get that. But you go back inside and you cross that line, you’re not helping anyone out–
BOOTH: Everybody down!
Booth and Brennan discuss the shooting.
BRENNAN: Lucky you were together. Why were you together?
BOOTH: Oh, ya know. A man’s gotta eat.
Booth gets suspended.
BRENNAN: Can they do that? Just kick you out without any warning?
BOOTH: Well, the two guys standing behind me, with the guns, seemed to think so.
ZACK: As you can see, Harper’s ribs and sternum were practically obliterated by the two shots to his torso.
ANGELA: Zack, Booth got fired.
BRENNAN: Suspended, not fired.
CAM: Suspended is FBI speak for fired.
BOOTH: Ah. You know what hurts the most? They took the car. Got no wheels.
ZACK: The bullets themselves, removed from the body – of course, but Hodgins found some very small fragments –
HODGINS: Copper, lead, polymer. This is a conspiracy, baby.
CAM: Guys. What we’re dealing with here is that – Booth – won’t be working with us anymore.
BOOTH: Well, I got my own gun, it’s just – god, why did they have to take the company car….
ZACK: I assume the only way Booth can get his car back, would be to solve the case on his own and that we’d help.
BOOTH: Oh, no. No, no. I can’t let you guys do that.
BRENNAN: Anyone that wants to help Booth, raise their hands.
Aw, they’re Booth’s people after all!
B&B speak with “Father Coulter”.
BOOTH: Guess you being a priest didn’t have much of an effect on him.
FATHER COULTER: Son, I spent my whole life trying to turn Max’s life to Jesus. He knows exactly one Bible verse. Numbers 35:19.
BOOTH: “The revenger of blood himself shall slay the murderer. When he meeteth him, he shall slay him”.
**NIV Version of the Bible: The avenger of blood shall put the murderer to death; when the avenger comes upon the murderer, the avenger shall put the murderer to death.**
BRENNAN: What’s that mean?
BOOTH: That’s the Law of the Jungle.
BRENNAN: Father Coulter, if my father makes contact with you again, please tell him he needs to trust me. His way got my mother murdered and almost got Russ killed. It’s time he tried my way.
BOOTH: Why are ya mad at me?
BRENNAN: I need a gun.
BOOTH: No, you don’t. You got me. I’m your gun.
*Motile sperm count: 28.8 million. I could start my own country.*
BOOTH: You want equipment, here have these, alright. New division of labor. I shoot ‘em, you cuff ‘em.
BRENNAN: Why didn’t you tell me you had Father Coulter under surveillance?
BOOTH: It is my job to find your dad and put him in prison.
BRENNAN: And you don’t think I’ll help?
BOOTH: What? He’s your father. I really don’t think I should have to ask you to help.
BRENNAN: He abandoned me, Booth. And that’s the best thing you can say about him.
BOOTH: Your father lives by a certain code, and part of that code is defending his family by whatever means necessary.
BRENNAN: You mean killing people and setting their corpses on fire.
BOOTH: Any means necessary sorta covers that.
BRENNAN: You respect him?
BOOTH: I’m just saying, in his world, he’s a very honorable man.
BRENNAN: That’s ridiculous. There’s only one world; it’s this one.
BOOTH: Would that be the one world where you’re mad at me for trying to catch your father or the other world where you actually want him caught?
BOOTH: Well, you have to pick one.
Russ is in danger. B&B race to Brennan’s house. Brennan sees a pool of blood.
BRENNAN: Russ? Oh, my god. Booth?
BOOTH: Alright, just take it easy. Alright, we don’t know that for sure.
BRENNAN: That’s too much blood. Nobody could survive tha- that much blood loss. Nobody.
BOOTH: Alright. Okay. It’s alright.
BRENNAN: Oh my god.
BRENNAN: That had to be Russ’s blood.
BOOTH: You got a sample, right? We’ll check the DNA at the lab. Until then, hey – who’s the one that always says ‘don’t jump to conclusions’?
BRENNAN: Yeah, you’re right. Thanks. I wish you wouldn’t keep letting me hug you when I get scared.
BOOTH: Hey, I get scared and I’ll hug you. We’ll call it even.
I’ll take that deal, Booth!
Brennan meets with the priest.
FATHER COULTER: Well, first, I want to tell you that your brother, is uh, with his father.
BRENNAN: You mean with God?
FATHER COULTER: No, his earthly father. Your father.
BRENNAN: Are you certain?
FATHER COULTER: Saw it with my own eyes.
BRENNAN: Oh, thank god – which I use only as a figure of speech.
FATHER COULTER: Well, I mean, you have to start somewhere. You know, you’re – you’re very much like him.
BRENNAN: I’m – nothing like my father.
FATHER COULTER: Black and white, the two of you. You always saw the world in black and white. Your mother wasn’t like that, neither is Russell.
Brennan figures it out.
FATHER COULTER: Wham! You took that doll and you wound up and you hit your brother so hard you knocked him flat as a pancake. I said to your mother, “No one, no one will ever jump out at that girl again.” And your mother said, “just like you Max. She’s just like you”
BRENNAN: Hair color…plastic surgery…colored contact lenses, chin and cheek implants…fifteen years older. Still…I should have seen it.
BRENNAN: Russ knew it was you all along?
BRENNAN: You talk to Russ, but not to me?
MAX: You know. To tell you the truth, you do – you do better without me and Russ does worse. Take this.
RUSS: Dad! Come on.
MAX: I gotta go.
BRENNAN: Wait. I can’t let you go.
MAX: Oh, I love you too.
BRENNAN: No. I mean I can’t let you go. I’m sorry.
MAX: Ooh. I must be getting old. I let you get the drop on me.
BRENNAN: I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just can’t let you get away.
MAX: I’m sorry. Listen to me. If you find somebody that you can trust, you hang on to ‘em. Remember that.
RUSS: Dad! Let’s go!
MAX: I’m proud of you, I love you.
RUSS: Dad, get in.
MAX: You take care of her.
BOOTH: FBI. Stop or I’ll shoot.
BOOTH: You okay?
Booth follows up with Brennan at a celebration for Zack getting officially hired.
BRENNAN: What happened?
BOOTH: Uh, the uh, Attorney general took one look at the uh, evidence your father provided and you know, he reinstated me.
BRENNAN: I’m glad.
BOOTH: Listen, we uh, found another burned body. Same place, same setup.
BOOTH: I’m pretty sure it was Kirby’s blood in your apartment.
BRENNAN: Dad’s still trying to warn people – “leave me and Russ alone”.
BOOTH: No, Russ…he’s safe with your father. They’re warning people to stay away from you. You know what? I’m sorry…that you had to go through it again. Watching your family drive off, leaving you behind. I’m sorry.
BRENNAN: My Father is, is—
BOOTH: He’s your dad, and he loves you.
BRENNAN: Ya know. I’m just…I’m just one of those people who doesn’t get to be in a family. That’s —
BOOTH: Listen, Bones, hey. There’s more than one kind of family… Well, hell, Zack got the job, right?
BRENNAN: Come in and congratulate him.
BOOTH: Nah, you know he’s your squints, not my squints.
BRENNAN: No, Booth…we are all of us, your squints.
And once more, for the road…
Thoughts? I must confess, I was conflicted about Max in the early days. I was mad that he was involved in crime in the first place, I was mad he abandoned his kids, I was mad that Brennan learned he stayed in contact with Russ only. I, like Brennan, didn’t think murdering people was a loving gesture. What do you all think about it if you were in Brennan’s shoes?