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[Open- Ext. Camera pans up the FBI building.]
 
[Cut to: DAY. A conference room in the FBI building.  Bones and Booth are sitting across from each other.  Booth has a pen and a file in front of him.]
 
Booth: Name?
 
Bones: You know my name.
 
Booth: Bones, you are making an official request to the FBI to be allowed to carry a concealed weapon.  I have to follow protocol.
 
Bones: It’s ridiculous.
 
Booth: Fine. (slides application to her) Then we’re done here. Do you want to get some coffee?
 
Bones: (Slides it back) My name is Dr. Temperance Brennan.
 
Booth: Reason for wanting a gun?
 
Bones: To shoot people.
 
Booth: Not a good response.
 
Bones: It’s the truth.
 
Booth: You know, I’m writing self defense in the performance of my duties pursuing suspected felons as contracted out to the FBI.
 
Bones: So I can shoot them.
 
Booth: Have you ever been charged with a felony?
 
Bones: Charged or convicted?
 
Booth: Charged.
 
Bones: You know I have.
 
Booth: I have to ask the questions.
 
Bones: Bureaucratic nonsense.
 
Booth: Never the less, name of the arresting officer?
 
Bones: You.
 
(Booth gives her a look.)
 
Bones: Special Agent Seeley Booth. Do you need me to spell that for you?
 
Booth: (hushed) I can sound that out.
 
Bones: So when do I get the gun?
 
(Booth inhales and stamps the paper.  Then he holds it up on a clipboard facing Bones.  She sees big red letters that say denied.)
 
Booth: You can’t have a gun.
 
Bones: Why not?
 
Booth: Because you were charged with a felony.
 
Bones: Write down that you were wrong to charge me.
 
Booth: Oh, there’s no space for that.
 
Bones: Why did we go through all this if you were never going to give me a gun?
 
Booth: You have a constitutional right to apply for a weapon.  I would never deny your constitutional right.
 
Bones: Well uh, I need a gun.
 
Booth: Rules are rules.
 
Bones: Tell them that I shot a murderer who was going to light me on fire.
 
Booth: Which is why you weren’t convicted but you did shoot an unarmed man. I… I can’t ignore that. I swore an oath to protect society from people who shoot people.
 
Bones: It was only his leg and he’s in jail for the rest of his life.  How much is he going to use it anyway?
 
Booth: You have a right to an appeal?
 
Bones: To whom?
 
(Booth shakes his head.)
 
Bones: Cullen? I’m pretty sure he doesn’t like me.
 
Booth: Yeah, I’m pretty sure you’re right.
 
(They walk out of the room and through the lobby.)
 
Booth: Bones you don’t need a gun. If anyone needs shooting, I’ll do it.
 
Bones: But what if you’re injured or dead and someone still needs shooting?  I’m not hoping it will happen.  I’m just stating a possibility.
 
Booth: Ah, come on. You know what Bones? You’re a professor; you’re not an FBI agent. Okay? Use your mutant powers, just talk people to death.
 
[Cut to Booth’s Office.  There’s a woman in there waiting for him.]
 
Amy: Am I interrupting?
 
Booth: I told them not to let you in this building.  I gave them a picture.
 
Amy: Which is why I wore the tiny skirt.
 
Booth: Very cute.
 
Amy: (shakes Bones hand) Amy Morton.
 
Bones: Temperance Brennan.
 
Amy: You work with Booth?
 
Bones: Yes, I’m a Forensic Anthropologist.
 
Amy: I’m a defense lawyer.  I tend to work against Booth.
 
Booth:  If it’s all the same I prefer you two didn’t bond in any way.
 
Bones: Hey. I want to get back to the lab.  You said I could fill out some gun reapplication form?
 
Booth: (hands her an application) Here you go.  Send it back by currier, no hurry.
 
Bones: (to Amy) Nice to meet you.
 
(Bones leaves and Booth turns to Amy.)
 
Booth: What do you want Amy?
 
Amy: You remember Howard Epps?
 
Booth: Not likely to forget him.
 
Amy: He’s scheduled to be executed tomorrow night.  My job is to keep that from happening.
 
Booth: Hm. Best of luck.
 
Amy: Howard Epps deserves five minutes of consideration from the man who put him on death row.
 
Booth: I arrested Howard Epps. Okay, it was the jury who sentenced him to die.
 
Amy: They found a pubic hair on the victim at the crime scene; it didn’t belong to my client.  They never figured out whose it was.
 
Booth: Blame the judge who disallowed it as evidence and the judge who disallowed it on appeal.
 
Amy: Epps was not well represented at either trial.
 
Booth: How long have you been on the case?
 
Amy: Almost a week.
 
Booth: Less then a week huh? (laughs) Two judges, two juries, two prosecutors they find Epps guilty yet it’s me you come after.
 
Amy: I’m asking…are you absolutely positive Howard Epps killed that girl?
 
Booth: Yeah, I am absolutely positive.
 
Amy: You know in your heart the judges should have allowed the juries to hear that, that victim was with another man that night.  You know it.
 
Booth: Epps still would have been convicted.
 
Amy: Not if I had been his lawyer.
 
Booth: You weren’t.
 
Amy: I am now.  When was the last time you looked him in the face? Cause you’re a lot smarter then you were seven years ago, a lot less angry. You might want to check out the evidence again. (she throws a folder on his desk and leaves.)
 
(Booth opens the folder and looks at a picture then sighs.)
 
 
[Cut to: Jail.  Booth is sitting on one side of a glass partition and Epps is on the other.  He picks up the phone to talk to him.]
 
Booth: I’d ask how you were doing Howard but I guess we both know the answer.
 
Epps:  Agent Booth.  Did you come to apologize?
 
Booth: I’m not the one who beat a seventeen year old girl to death. Your attorney wants me to look you in the face.
 
Epps:  Why?
 
Booth:  She thinks you’re innocent.
 
Epps:  Well, she’s right about that.  I didn’t kill anybody unlike you, a sniper.  The girl who got murdered was smart, she was pretty, she’s from a good family someone has to die for that and I’m all they got.
 
Booth: Okay, I looked you in the face. (he goes to hang up)
 
Epps: (talks quickly) I’d rather give me hell they say it’s like going to sleep but you’re on fire and you’re paralyzed so you can’t scream.  I mean that’s all you got sometimes you know, a scream?
 
(Booth hangs up the phone and leaves.  Howard hangs up he’s upset.)
 
 
[Cut to: Lab.  Hodgins and Zach are playing with beetles. Angela is watching them. They have them inside a circle and are placing bets that theirs will make it outside the circle first. Bones is in the background looking at some bones.]
 
Hodgins: (picks up the glass the beetles are under.) What if they get mixed up?
 
Zach: I can tell them apart. (points to one) That’s Jeff and (points to the other) that’s Ollie.  I win.
 
Hodgins: What? Wha? That one was mine!
 
Zach: You had Jeff. I had Ollie, Ollie won and you owe me a buck.
 
Hodgins: You want in on the action Angela?
 
Angela: (sighs) No, thank you. I’m going to go have sex.
 
Hodgins: Have a good time.
 
Zach: Yeah okay.
 
(Angela walks over to Bones)
 
Angela: You sure you don’t wanna come?  Troy can call a friend.
 
Bones: (looking the bones) I’ve been waiting months for these.  It’s a partial skeleton from southern France. It’s…
 
Angela: You know the whole point of the week is the weekend.  This is not the Cabaret my friend, life is the Cabaret. Come to the Cabaret.  It’s like describing the moon to a mole.
 
Hodgins: What? I demand another beetle alright; Jeff’s got a groin pull.
 
Zach:  Arthropods do not posses groins. Pay up.
 
(Hodgins slaps some money in Zach’s hand.  Angela walks away to leave and Booth walks in.)
 
Booth: Mm. Angela, looking good.
 
Angela: And don’t I know it.
 
Booth: (whistles and then notices the beetles) Okay, our tax dollars hard at work.
 
Hodgins:  Yeah, what’s it break time at the FBI book burning? (Zach wins again) Nooo!
 
(Booth walks over toward Bones.)
 
Booth: Hey Bones, what are you doing this weekend?
 
Bones: I have plans.
 
Booth: Come on, I’m serious.
 
Bones: Between your girlfriend the corporate lawyer and the defense lawyer on the side your weekend must be completely booked.  What is your thing with lawyers?
 
(They walk towards her office.)
 
Booth: Uh, look seven years ago a seventeen year old girl, April Wright, was found beaten to death in a Federal park. Okay? Amy is just trying to stop the guy who did it from being executed.
 
Bones: So I guess we’re not perusing your lawyer obsession.
 
Booth: No, Amy doesn’t think he did it.
 
Bones: And what does this have to do with you?
 
Booth: Oh, well you know, Amy’s client is deep six and she doesn’t turn over every stone…
 
Bones: And you’re one of her stones?
 
(Bones enters her office and sits at her desk.)
 
Bones: Do you think he did it?
 
Booth: Yes.
 
Bones: What’s her reasoning?
 
Booth: There was a uh, pubic hair that was uncounted for.
 
Bones: Pubic hair? Sounds like a job for the FBI crime lab.
 
Booth: It’s a weekend deal; off the books but if you have plans. (goes to leave.)
 
Bones: Wait. This is a personal favor you’re asking?
 
Booth: Not for me, for Amy.
 
Bones: Well, your personal favor would be for Amy but mine would be for you, strictly speaking.
 
Booth: Please do me a favor?
 
(Bones stares at him for a moment.)
 
Booth: Please?
 
(Bones takes the folder out of his hand and starts looking at it.)
 
Bones: Any remains withheld from burial?
 
Booth: Not after the last appeal.
 
Bones: I need x-rays from the ME and the coroner, originals; the copies are useless, bone scrapings, lab results, tox screens.
 
Booth: All the evidence will be here within an hour.
 
Bones: I’ll ask the others but I won’t order them.  They might have plans.
 
Booth: It’s Friday night and they’re racing beetles.
 
Bones: How much time do we have?
 
Booth: (looks at watch) Howard Epps will be executed in thirty hours and twenty-three minutes.
 
[Intro. Rolls]
 
[Int. Open. Lab platform.  Bones is walking around giving people orders. There’s a clock on the screen that shows 29 hours ,the time Epps has left.]
 
Bones: Let’s start. Zach pull up the first x-ray. (looks at a computer screen.) There are stress fractures on both tibias.
 
Booth: What does that mean?
 
Zach: Pre-existing assault probably and old injury from dance or running.
 
Booth: She was a Cheerleader.
 
Hodgins: The Chinese use to execute people by cutting small pieces of flesh off their bodies. (he cuts open a box)  They called it the death of a thousand cuts.
 
Bones: (points at x-rays) Compound fractures of the trapezium, scaphoid, and the base of the radius.
 
Booth: What’s that mean?
 
Zach: When she was being beaten to death with a blunt instrument, she threw her arm up to defend herself.
 
Booth: Well, that’s consistent with the defensive wounds in the autopsy report.
 
Hodgins: In Medieval Scotland, they’d tie a convicts arms and legs to two bent saplings.  When they’d release the saplings, the trees sprang apart and the convicted felon was torn in half. (rips the top of the box off and grabs an evidence bag out.) Should I grab particulates from this?
 
Booth: That’s clean; it’s a phone number we found on the girl. It belonged to an old woman in a nursing home with no connection to anyone involved.
 
Bones: Extensive damage to the skull, smashed six to eight times with a narrow cylindrical object.
 
Booth: The tire iron was missing from April Wright’s car.
 
Zach: Autopsy showed she had sex shortly before her death.
 
Booth: Consensual, no assault.
 
Zach: The hair they found was never matched to anyone?
 
Booth: No, the prosecution got it excluded from evidence both in trial and on appeal.
 
Bones: That’s the basis of your lawyers last ditch attempt to stop the execution.
 
Booth: Yeah and uh, whatever else you guys can find.
 
Bones: (points to x-ray of hands) There are particles lodged between the left triquetral and the capitate.
 
Zach: The ME concluded that they were bone fragments dislodged by the tire iron.
 
Bones: No, these radiographic shadows are too opaque for bone.
 
Booth: What’s that mean?
 
Zach: The prosecutions theory of the crime does not include foreign matter in the bone.
 
Bones: Let’s see if these shadows are bone fragments or something else.
 
Booth: Like what?
 
Bones: Let’s pretend we’re objective scientist and not indulge in conjecture. Zach, get a driver to take you over to Greenbelt Park. I want you to take pictures of the area where the body was found, ground covering, paved areas.
 
Booth: Why does he need a driver?
 
Zach: (embarrassed and upset) I can’t drive.
 
Booth: You’re a genius who can’t drive?
 
Zach: If you know what I know about constructual design you wouldn’t drive either.
 
(Booth’s phone rings and he answers it walking away from the others so he can hear.)
 
Bones: Take the file; get photos of the surround areas so we can contextualize the materials we found.
 
Booth: (on phone) Booth. Yeah. Yes, I’ll be right there. (closes his phone) That was April Wright’s father.
 
Bones: Our murder victim’s dad called you?
 
Booth: The wife’s a wreck.  They heard that Amy’s angling for a last minute reprieve.
 
Hodgins: Well, why did he call you?
 
Bones: Because Booth was the agent that arrested Howard Epps in the first place.
 
Booth: You know I’m pretty sure that evidence is not in the file.
 
Bones: Earlier you said it’s a phone number we found on the girl.
 
Hodgins:  W…W…wait. We’re trying to save someone you arrested for murder?
 
Booth: Heh, Alright, you know, I think he did it.  I think this scumbag bashed April Wright to death with a tire iron.
 
Bones: We found some anomalies in the prosecutions case.  Do you want us to stop now before these anomalies become meaningful?
 
Booth: No, stay on it.  I’ve got to get going.
 
[Cut to:  Night. Greenbelt Park.  Zach is taking pictures of the park and items in it. He stops to reload his camera and notices the number 221 on a parking space. He takes a picture of it and then looks around the park for other things with numbers on them.  He takes pictures of those too.]
 
[Cut to: Lab. Night.  Angela walks in with her date. Bones and Hodgins are up on the platform looking over the case.]
 
Angela: You guys are pathetic. It’s Friday night.
 
Hodgins:  There’s nothing pathetic about pro bono work on a death penalty case.
 
Angela: Everybody, this is Troy.
 
(Troy waves at them.)
 
Troy: Hey, how ya doing?
 
Angela: Could you just wait here one second?
 
Troy: Yeah.
 
Angela: Yeah. (walks over to Bones) Why did you call me in? Look at this guy he’s cuter then a monkey with a puppy.
 
Bones: (looking at something in her hand.) Uh huh.
 
(Angela sighs and turns Bones head to look at him.)
 
Bones: I really, really need you to do texture analysis on seven year old x-rays.
 
Angela: But I am on a date…with Troy.  He’s a man. Wave.  What’s the big steaming gigantic rush?
 
Bones: A man is schedule to die in twenty-six hours.  I think he’d like the results of our findings before then.
 
Angela: Good one. (goes over to edge of platform.) Troy? Sweetie, I’ve got a few things to do around here. Do you mind just hanging out for a little while?
 
Troy: Um, sure, no problem. Um, let me just call the restaurant and tell them we’ll be late.  What do you think, a half hour?
 
Angela: Hm, you better make it an hour… minimum.
 
Troy: Okay.
 
(The phone starts ringing in the lab and Hodgins picks it up.)
 
Hodgins: Hodgins.
 
Zach: (on other end of phone) Most trecondi codes have a complex numerical cypher.
 
Hodgins: That’s a fun factoid Zach, thank you.
 
Zach: 12402510221 that’s the number they found on the victim.
 
Hodgins: Well, you’re the one with the photographic memory. I’m the one that’s good with the ladies.
 
Zach: It’s not a phone number. (he hangs up and runs to the car.)
 
(Hodgins just looks at the phone, shakes his head, and hangs up.  Troy comes over near the platform.)
 
Troy: (to Hodgins.) Hey? So uh, what exactly do they do here?  Ah, I thought Angela was an artist.
 
Hodgins: She is. We do mostly forensic identification and reconstruction of discorporated remains.  My specialty is entomology and particulates. Have you ever seen maggots? (holds up a jar of them.) I just got these in.
 
Angela: (walks behind Hodgins) Do not talk to him. (sighs) Wait in the lounge baby.  It’s up those stairs right over there.  Don’t talk to anybody.
 
Troy: Okay. (he goes to the lounge)
 
(Time flashes on screen, it reads: 26:12:59)
 
[Cut to: Bones looking through a magnifier glass at fabric.  She sees something on it and picks it up with her tweezers. Hodgins notices and comes over.]
 
Hodgins: What’d you find?
 
Bones: A shard of bone.  How’d they miss that?
 
Hodgins: They’re not as good as we are (he goes over to a computer with Bones) Forty times magnification. (the image is very large and he points to a black piece on it.) Well that’s not bone. It’s organic, mineral, possibly quartz.
 
(Zach comes running in the lab)
 
Zach: (rapidly) I was out taking the pictures that you needed and there was a sign and numbers on the ground and I thought why quasi semi…
 
Hodgins: Zach, when you talk that fast, humans cannot hear you.
 
Zach: (hooks camera up to computer) The number they found on the girl 12402510221. Everyone assumed it was a phone number but what if instead of spacing numbers like a phone number, you space them like this (numbers change on readout) 1240 25 10 221.  I was in the park taking pictures and I saw the parking space was numbered. (clicks on the parking space numbered 221 and puts it under the 221 on the screen.) To get to picnic area ten you go through gate 25.
 
Bones: Seems more then a coincidence.
 
Hodgins: 1240 what do those represent?
 
Zach: The time, twelve forty, it’s when she was going to meet whoever she was meeting.
 
Hodgins: Hm, it fits with the timeline. He’s weird but he’s smart. (pats him on shoulder and leaves.)
 
Bones: April Wright was setting up a date.
 
Zach: Probably with the guy who left the pubic hair on her.
 
Bones: Good job, Zach.
 
Hodgins: (looking at computer) I got something, it’s not quite so idiot savant but it’s aggregate gravel.
 
(Bones goes over to where Zach is sitting and nudges him out of the way and then sits down.)
 
Bones: What if the rest of the shadows on the x-rays where also gravel?
 
(Bones pulls up the x-rays on a computer screen.)
 
Zach: There was no gravel where her body was found, it was all grass.
 
Bones: Then she was killed someplace else.  We have to exhume our victim’s body.
 
[Cut to: April Wright’s parents’ house. Night. The clock shows on the screen again with 24:06:25. Booth is talking to April’s parents, Mary and Ken.  Their lawyer David Ross is present also.]
 
Ken:  It’s very stressful waiting for this all to be over and now we hear Epps lawyers are trying for a reprieve.
 
Booth: I’ve heard.
 
Ross: Yeah, he got himself a young lawyer from the innocence project.  They uh, don’t consider the family of the victims.
 
Ken: You remember our lawyer David Ross. Agent Booth is the investigator who caught Epps.
 
Mary: Is this ever going to be over?
 
Booth: I understand how difficult this is Mrs. Wright.
 
Mary: Epps killed my daughter. You believe that don’t you, Agent Booth?
 
Booth: Yes Ma’am. I haven’t changed my mind.
 
Mary: He deserves to die for what he did.
 
Ken: The jury thought so.  The judge thought so.  All these appeals it’s….
 
Booth: Part of the process, that’s all.
 
Ross: Each effort to stop his execution is more and more desperate. This one’s not going to work either.  It’s the third time they launched an appeal.  It’s going to be the third time they fail.
 
Mary: (hands Booth a picture.) The last picture we have of April.
 
Ken:  She wanted to be a lawyer.  David was her role model. He gave her a job at his firm on the weekends.
 
Ross: She was a good worker.
 
Booth: Hm. She was a beautiful girl. (Booth’s phone rings) Excuse me.  (turns his back to them to speak on the phone) Booth.
 
(Bones is on the other end riding in a car with Amy. The phone is on speaker so Amy can hear too.)
 
Bones: It’s me. I’m with Amy.
 
Booth: I don’t like the sound of that.
 
Amy: We’re going to see the judge.  I’m going to try to get an exhumation order.
 
Booth: What? Why?
 
Bones: We found evidence April may not have been killed where they found her body.  You want details?
 
Booth: Um, now’s not a good time.
 
Amy: We need to look at April’s remains.
 
Bones: Zach decoded the phone number.
 
Booth: Who decodes phone numbers?
 
Bones: It’s not a phone number. April met someone in Greenbelt Park the night she was murdered.
 
Booth: So she met someone in the park, what does that prove?
 
Ken: (leans over to Booth) Is this about April?
 
Booth: Um, (puts his finger up to him. Then in phone) Let me get right back to you.
 
(Booth hangs up and turns to face April’s father.)
 
Mary:  What’s happening now?
 
Booth: Apparently some new evidence has surfaced.
 
Mary: What kind of evidence?
 
Ross: Why don’t you give me a few minutes with Agent Booth? Alright, let me evaluate these new developments.
 
Father: (to mother) Alright, lets get some coffee.
 
(They leave and Booth and Ross are left alone.  Ross closes the door after they leave.)
 
Ross: So this new evidence, is this something they can bear to hear?
 
Booth: Uh it concerns the person April had sexual relations with the night she was murdered.
 
Ross: The judge ruled that irrelevant.
 
Booth: Well, it’s always hung there as a question, it’s always the basis of the appeal.  If we could just ID the guy, this whole uh, whole issue would just disappear.
 
Ross: Sex in a car? It’s probably another teenager or some kid too scared to come forward.
 
Booth: Nobody said anything about sex being in the car.
 
Ross: It’s a parking lot.  I assumed the sex act took place inside a car.
 
Booth: Mm. When April worked for your law firm on the weekends would she do the filing?
 
Ross: That’s right.
 
Booth:  Who was with her in the office?
 
Ross: Why do you ask?
 
Booth: Well seventeen year old girl, I’m sure you just wouldn’t leave her in there all by herself. Ah, what you can’t remember? I’m sure the security logs will be able to tell us something. Refresh my memory Mr. Ross, where were you the night April was killed, say around twelve thirty?
 
Ross: Now’s the time I ask for my lawyer and say nothing.
 
[Cut to: Amy’s car. Night.  Her and Bones are still driving to the judge to get the exhumation order.]
 
Amy:  So, you seeing each other?
 
Bones: Who?
 
Amy: You and Booth.
 
Bones: No. (laughs a little) No, we’re …we’re working together.
 
Amy: Cause I’m picking up a bit of a sex vibe.
 
Bones: No that’s tension.  He has a girlfriend.
 
Amy: Tall, blonde, beautiful.
 
Bones: Lawyer.
 
Amy: Figures… should’ve jumped him when I had the chance.
 
Bones: You’re really interested in Booth?
 
Amy: You aren’t?
 
Bones: No.
 
Amy: Well then why are you helping him?
 
Bones: Because he asked me, he said please.
 
Amy: (laughs) Come on, you think he’s hot?
 
Bones: No, not at all.  This is a very interesting case.
 
Amy: Booth did say you had some kind of mania for the truth.
 
Bones: Mania as in maniac?
 
Amy: I’m not sure he meant it as a bad thing (Bones glares at her.) which obviously is how you are taking it.
 
[Cut to: FBI headquarters, a darkened questioning room. Booth and Deputy Cullen are standing talking to one another. Clock: 23:39:15]
 
Cullen: You want to start or shall I?
 
Booth: I’m sorry sir.
 
Cullen: I’ll start.  I’m thinking of uh, suspending you for freelancing on a death penalty case we cleared seven years ago.
 
Booth: My intention was just to tie up a few loose ends.
 
Cullen: Do you uh, disapprove the death penalty on principle, Agent Booth?
 
Booth: No sir. I have no problem with the death penalty.
 
Cullen: Because I hear that you are working for a particularly attractive young idealistic…
 
Booth: Not true sir. I mean yes she’s young and she’s an idealist but I’m not working for her. No. Like I said there was a loose end and I arrested Howard Epps. I provided the evidence which lead to the death sentence.
 
Cullen: Well that’s your job.
 
Booth: I need to be sure. That’s all. This guy was her godfather I believe he had sex with a seventeen year old girl the same night she was murdered, a fact that the jury never heard by the way.  He’s married; he’s partners in a law firm.  The guys got everything to loose.
 
Cullen: If you want to question him, fine. Is that the end of your involvement Agent Booth?
 
Booth: Not exactly.  They’re moving to exhume the victim’s body, sir.
 
Cullen: On who’s recommendation?
 
Booth: The young idealist lawyer and Dr. Brennan.
 
Cullen: You got the squints involved.  Well if she shoots anybody this time, I sure the hell hope it’s you. (pats Booth on the shoulder.)
 
 
[Cut to: Judge’s house. Night. Amy and Bones are trying to talk a tired judge into giving them the exhumation order. The judge is wearing just boxers under an open robe.]
 
Judge:  These are not the robes I like to wear to work Ms. Morton.
 
Bones: Sir if maybe you could tie your dressing gown?
 
Judge: It’s one in the morning, deal with it. (sits) So you found a piece of bone the size of a toothpick?
 
Bones: Yes, a shard from her left triquetral with gravel embedded in it. (hands x-ray to judge.)
 
Judge: Describe the implications.
 
Bones: (flips the x-ray in his hand the right way.)The jury was told that these shadows here (points to x-ray) and here were bits of bone shattered during the attack.
 
Amy: Through advanced digital x-ray techniques, Dr. Brennan team of scientists have found that the density of these fragments is not the same as the surrounding bone.
 
Judge: What are they?
 
Bones:  The only way I can tell is by actually looking at them.
 
Judge: You want to exhume April Wright?
 
Amy: Yes please.
 
Judge: Because of some shadows on an x-ray?
 
Bones: I don’t see another alternative.
 
Judge: Dr. Brennan, if those shadows turned out to be pieces of bone I’d be extremely angry.
 
Bones: Thank you Judge Cohen.
 
Judge: For making a vale threat?
 
Bones: I thought you were threatening me because you decided to sign the exhumation order.
 
(Amy hands the judge the order and he signs it.)
 
 
[Cut to: Lab. Office area.  The team and Amy are watching a news cast of Howard Epps talking about how he is innocent. Clock: 21:27:26]
 
Amy: I honestly think he’s innocent. Don’t you?
 
Bones: I don’t like to form any conclusion before all the evidence is in.
 
(Angela looks out the doorway and sees two workers carrying a body bag.)
 
Angela: April Wright’s body just arrived.
 
(The team gets up to go examine the body.)
 
Bones: (to Amy) You might be more comfortable staying here.
 
(Amy follows them to the platform anyway. She sees the decomposed remains of April on a table.)
 
Amy: (nauseated) I…I can’t.
 
(Troy comes walking out of the lounge up above and too a balcony area.  He sees the body.)
 
Troy: Oh God!
 
Angela: (arms outstretched) Don’t look sweetie.
 
Troy: You’re not an artist.  You’re a freak.  You people are all freaks. (he leaves)
 
Angela: (turns to crew) This job is so hard to describe online.
 
Zach: The left triquetral. (Bones takes the piece and puts it in the hand)
 
Bones: That’s a match.  For the record, do you concur?
 
Zach: I concur.
 
Bones: I got several pieces of foreign material lodged in the bone.
 
Hodgins: It’s the same stuff we found in the shard.
 
Angela: Which is consistent with the arm being dragged through gravel after the attack.
 
(Booth enters.)
 
Booth: I got a warrant to search the house of the guy that April Wright had sex with the night she was murdered.
 
Bones: What’d you find?
 
Booth: (holds up a bag) underwear, can you run a comparison on the hair?
 
(Bones goes to hand the bag to either Hodgins or Zach.  They play rock paper scissors and Zach is the one who gets the bag.)
 
Booth: (looks at the body) Is that April Wright?
 
Bones: Looks like she wasn’t killed where she was found.
 
Booth: Then where was she murdered?
 
Bones: (looks at skull on screen) We’ve got microscopic particles beaten into the skull. Were these ever ID?
 
Hodgins: According to the autopsy report, no.
 
(Hodgins swabs some of the material off the skull while Zach is looking at the under ware under a microscope.)
 
Zach: It’s a visual match.
 
Bones: (to Angela) Will you back Zach up on that?
 
Booth: Where’s Amy?
 
Amy: (in background) Uh, here.  I can’t…
 
Booth: It’s okay.  Things can get pretty, you know disgusting around here.
 
Angela: I concur with Zach.  They’re a visual match on the pubic hair.
 
Booth: Is a visual match enough to stop the execution?
 
Amy: Uh, we need DNA to be sure.
 
Bones: Amy’s right.  This evidence is’nt enough to stop the execution.
 
(Booth sighs and hangs his head down.)
 
Amy:  And you’ve got nothing else, nothing at all?
 
Bones: I don’t know what else we can do.
 
Amy: (to Booth) If you tell the judge, you’ve changed your mind that Howard Epps is not guilty…
 
Bones: Have you changed your mind?
 
Booth: No, I have doubts that the guy should be executed but…let’s go see the judge.
 
[Cut to: scene of Howard Epps in his jail cell.  Clock on screen reads: 19:09:56]
 
[Cut to: Judge’s house.  This time he has a t-shirt on under his robe.  They are in his kitchen and he is getting something out of his fridge. Amy, Bones, Booth, and a prosecutor are there.]
 
Judge: At my age a man needs a good night sleep, lack of sleep, clouds judgment.
 
Amy: If you stay the execution Judge, I promise you will sleep like a baby.
 
Judge: Mr. Carlyle, What’s the prosecution think?
 
Mr. Carlyle: This is a waste of the states time, your honor. Miss Morton is recycling old evidence, presenting it in a different way in a last ditch attempt to keep Howard Epps from being executed.  She’s an ideologue.
 
Amy: That’s true but it doesn’t mean I’m not right.  This case doesn’t add up.
 
Judge: You, brilliant scientist lady, talk to me about this bone shard.
 
Bones: It indicates the body was drag to the location where it was later discovered.  That plus the gravel…
 
Judge: Common gravel, I’m not convinced.  What about the hair?
 
Bones: It’s a visual match.  That narrows the statistical probability to…
 
Judge: DNA?
 
Amy: Ten days.  We’ll have it in ten days.
 
Judge: What about this man…that the FBI has taken into custody, David Ross? Has he confessed to sleeping with her?
 
Amy: No.
 
Carlyle: Even if the DNA says David Ross slept with the girl it doesn’t prove he killed her.
 
Judge: Let’s stick with new facts, Ms. Morton.
 
Amy: Your honor, at least give us time to find David Ross’s car.  There could be evidence of murder.
 
Judge: Could be? I can’t stop an execution because there could be evidence.
 
Amy: Judge Cohen, I have the arresting officer right here, the primary investigator.
 
Judge: Agent Booth, have you suddenly decided that Howard Epps is not guilty?
 
Booth: No.
 
Amy: Booth!
 
Booth: I think there are doubts when it comes to an execution and there shouldn’t be any doubts.
 
Carlyle: He doesn’t have doubts, he has cold feet.
 
Booth: Do you think I won’t pop you one just because we’re standing in the Judge’s kitchen?
 
Judge: You see? You loose sleep you get cranky. Judgment suffers, it’s not enough.
 
Amy:  Your honor, you can’t dismiss this so easily.
 
Judge: Easily? I allowed you to exhume that girls remains.  You think I did that easily?  We all feel the weight of a capital case Ms. Morton but the law is clear, unless there is proof of grievace incompetence by counsel or a denial of legitimate and definitive factual certainties, my hands are tied.
 
[Cut to: Booth’s SUV. Dawn. Booth is driving, Amy is in passenger’s seat, and Booth is in back.]
 
Amy: I’ll go out to the prison and tell Epps.
 
Bones: I’ll take another look at the skull see if we didn’t miss anything.
 
Booth: Bones.
 
Bones: The particulates in the skull still haven’t been analyzed yet.
 
Amy: This is so barbaric.  When are they going to put a stop to the damn death penalty?
 
Bones: I believe in the death penalty.
 
Amy:  What!?
 
Bones:  There are certain people that shouldn’t be in this world.  The people, who hacked hundreds of children to death in Rwanda, beheaded them at their desks in school.  The people who did that, they should be executed.
 
Amy: So why do you care about Epps?
 
Bones: Because the facts have to add up. (to Booth)  Drop me at the lab please.
 
[Cut to: Jail cell of Howard Epps.  Amy and Booth are standing outside the cell talking to him.  Clock on screen reads: 12:55:51]
 
Epps: Last meal… I can’t decide… What’s the last taste that I want?
 
Amy: Howard, I am so sorry.
 
Booth: Dr. Brennan is still working on a few ideas.
 
Epps: You see the truth. You know I’m innocent, right?
 
Booth: I know there’s a chance you’re not guilty.
 
Epps: That’s good enough for me.
 
(Epps reaches through the bars to shake Booth’s hand.  Booth doesn’t shake it.)
 
Booth: A chance I said, alright?  A chance. (leaves)
 
 
[Cut to: Lab. Hodgins is looking at a close up of the particulates found on the skull. Zach and Bones are looking at it too.]
 
Hodgins: Those are slivers of metal found on the skull.
 
Zach: Probably from the tire iron.
 
Bones: Is that blood?
 
Hodgins: It’s silt.  I’m breaking it down; it contains traces of two chemicals.
 
Zach: Anthrocene and flouranthene.
 
(Angela walks up to the area.)
 
Angela: I’ve scanned in all the x-rays and built a 3D model.  Troy would have liked that…bastard.
 
Bones: I found some more material (hits some keys) in the fractures along the sagitus suture.
 
Hodgins: It’s a pollen.
 
[Cut to: Holographic part of lab.  Angela is at her desk imputing data.  Bones is standing near the little raise platform looking at the holograph with Booth, Amy, Zach, and Hodgins.  A picture of the pollen really huge shows up.]
 
Hodgins: The pollen is from spartina alterniflora more commonly known as smooth cord grass.
 
Amy: I’m sorry.  What does pollen tell us about April Wright’s murder?
 
Bones: Angela.
 
(Angela nods her head and changes the image to a field and a gloved hand holding a tire iron over it.)
 
Bones: The murder weapon collected pollen from the surrounding flora. ( the holograph shows the tire iron hitting the skull)  When she was struck pollen from the murder weapon was deposited in April’s skull.
 
Hodgins: Spartina alterniflora is only found along Chesapeake Bay.
 
Zach: The pollen itself also showed traces of complex chemicals.
 
Booth: What does that mean?
 
Bones: April Wright was killed in a marsh near a chemical plant.
 
(Amy’s cell phone rings.)
 
Amy: Amy Morton.  Thanks. (she closes it) They’ve moved Howard Epps to the imminent room.
 
Angela: What’s that?
 
Booth: It’s where he has his last meal and says goodbye to his family.  We need the location of that marsh.
 
 
[Cut to: FBI interrogation room. Night. David Ross is being questioned by Booth and he has a lawyer with him. Clock:  07:17:34]
 
Booth: Look the hair that we found proves you had sex with April Wright. You will be charged with statutory rape.
 
Lawyer: But not by you.  Statutory rape is not a Federal crime so I’m left to assume that you’re here to get my client to confess to murder.
 
Booth: Oh it adds up, it tracks.
 
Ross: I didn’t kill April.
 
Booth: You met April in the park but she was killed somewhere else, near a chemical plant?
 
Ross: I don’t know anything about that.
 
Booth: You had sex with her.  She threatened to tell her family, you couldn’t let that happen.
 
Ross: No.
 
Booth: You’d loose your business, your professional standing…
 
Ross: No.
 
Lawyer: Do not engage with him David.
 
Booth: You had motive, you had means, you had opportunity.
 
Ross: I didn’t kill her.
 
Booth: Then why aren’t you helping us?
 
Ross: What?
 
Booth: By not admitting you were there that night by not confessing that you were with her, you’re clouding the issue.
 
Ross: So what? Epps will still be in jail for the rest of his life.
 
Lawyer: No, we are not discussing the events of that night, Agent Booth.
 
Booth: You are the only person who could tell us what happened that night.  Do you care at all about what happened…
 
Ross: Okay look.  I went there that night just to talk. Okay? That’s all.
 
Lawyer: This interview is over.
 
Ross: No! I went just to talk. Look I’m not proud of what happened, alright? I could tell you exactly why it happened but I’m not proud of it.  I shouldn’t have let myself get pulled in. I didn’t know it was her first time.  I didn’t know she’d get so upset. She ran off.
 
Booth: You’re telling me you left her in that park?
 
Ross: No! I looked for her.  I waited for over two hours.  Finally, I figured she called somebody to come get her.
 
Booth: Was her car still there when you left?
 
Ross: (sighs) Yes it was.
 
Booth: What time was that?
 
Ross: Just after two a.m.
 
Booth: Did you see anyone else?
 
Ross: Yeah there was traffic. There was some traffic.  It was all teenagers. After one am there was nothing. Look, maybe it is my fault that he got to her. You know, maybe…maybe I should go to jail for that.
 
[Cut to: Deputy Cullen’s office.  Booth and Bones are talking to Cullen. Clock: 04:00:01]
 
Cullen: He admits to having sex with her?
 
Booth: Yes sir.
 
Cullen: Did he kill her?
 
Booth: Well he’s either telling the truth or he’s setting up his defense.
 
Cullen: So April Wright met ah, David Ross for a sexual liaison.  He took her to a second unknown location, beat her to death and deposited the body back at the park.  That’s sketchy.
 
Bones:  Which is why we have to find the murder weapon.
 
Cullen: Find a tire iron in a marsh after seven years? That’s a long shot.
 
Bones: That’s why we need metal detectors and GPR.
 
Booth:  A dozen or so Agents sir.
 
Cullen: And if you find this tire iron, you can positively identify it as a murder weapon?
 
Bones: It’s possible we can match the traces we found in April’s skull.
 
Cullen: Possible? No.  Howard Epps ah, lawyer should um, present this argument to the judge and let him decide.
 
Booth: Sir without the murder weapon he will not stay the execution.
 
Cullen: Way out on a limb here, Booth.
 
Bones: He’s just trying to find the truth.  Why should he be penalized…? (notices the look Cullen is giving her and shuts up.)
 
Cullen: Take the equipment and men you need.
 
Booth: Thank you sir.
 
Cullen: She can’t have a gun.
 
Booth: No gun, absolutely not.  No gun, thank you sir.
 
[Cut to: Booth’s SUV. Bones is on her cell. Booth is driving with his siren going.]
 
Bones: (in phone) We have GPR and more agents will meet us out there. We’ll have the total four devices so we will be able to cover a lot of ground.
 
Angela: (on other end on speaker phone) I’m plugging in all the data from the area to get the location with the closest match.
 
Hodgins: Given the chemicals in the soil and the pollen I’d say were looking for a spot near the Rockhall processing plant.
 
Bones: We’ll have video relay when we get to the bay and I need pictures of the type of grass we’re looking for.
 
Hodgins: Okay.
 
(Bones hangs up her phone.)
 
[Cut to: Marsh area.  There are tons of agents scouring the area.  Booth and Bones hop out of his SUV and join in. Bones opens up computers in the back of Booth’s SUV to get a video link of what Angela and team are doing.  Clock: 11:11:04]
 
 
Bones: There are four areas that have spartina alterniflora. 
 
Hodgins: (on computer screen via camera) Muddy area, knee high grass. Okay go back one screen.
 
Booth: It’s just off that service road.
 
(Bones grabs her kit and heads to that area. You see lots of agents using metal detectors and one of them digs up the tire iron.)
 
Agent: (calls out) We’ve got the tire iron.
 
Booth: Over here.  There’s something else here. Here, I got something…more then a tire iron. Is that what I think it is?
 
Bones: (yells) I need a shov…
 
Booth: Bones, I need a shovel.  She’s digging her.
 
Female Agent: (hollers) Right away sir!
 
Agent: (hands one to bones) Ma’am. (hands on to Booth) Agent Booth.
 
(They both start digging up dirt. Booth shovels a few times and stops then watches Bones.)
 
Bones: Well, are you going to help?
 
Booth: Well I would but this is a 1200 dollar suit.
 
Bones: Are you kidding me? I haven’t slept in forty eight hours and you’re worried about your suit.  Get over here.
 
(He takes off his jacket agitated.)
 
Booth: (yells out) Can I get a shovel?  Thanks.
 
Bones: Dig gently, small layers at a time.  What would you usually be doing?
 
Booth: What?
 
Bones: If it were a normal weekend?
 
Booth: You want to discuss this now?
 
Bones: Compared to you with your multiple sex partners.
 
Booth: You know that’s none of your business, Okay? I’m not having sex with Amy and I have never ever cheated on any woman that I have ever been with, never.
 
Bones: I just asked what you’d normally be doing.
 
Booth: I’d be at a movie, dancing, maybe with somebody that I care about, you?
 
(Bones uncovers a skull and picks it up to show Booth. He stares at it for a moment then digs a little and sees more human remains.)
 
Booth: Okay what in the hell is going on here?
 
(They have two skeletons uncovered. Bones walks over to the first one.)
 
Bones: Female approximately seventeen to twenty-five years old, blunt trauma to the skull (walks over to the other remains) Also female, same approximate age, same type of injury.
 
Booth: This doesn’t fit with Ross. If he killed April, it was a panic murder personal, not serial.
 
Bones: Both of these victims have been dead for at least five years.
 
Booth: Maybe more then seven?
 
Bones: Yes.
 
Booth:  Epps, it was Epps. He snatched April from the park after she ran from Ross.  He brought her here to his killing grounds.
 
Bones: Why did he take her back to the park?
 
Booth: He watched them have sex.  He saw them argue.  Epps new suspicions would follow Ross and he took her back.
 
Bones: And stole her car.
 
Booth: We got played.
 
Bones: What? How?
 
Booth: Either way Epps wins. Alright we find Ross the execution is stop.  We find these bodies the ….
 
Bones: The execution is stayed until these murders are investigated.
 
(Bones sits on the ground defeated and sighs.)
 
Booth: If I don’t make this call, he’s gonna be dead in a half an hour.
 
Bones: These women they deserve to be heard.  It’s what we do Booth.  The rest…
 
Booth: Lawyers.
 
Bones: Lawyers.
 
(Booth dials his cell phone.)
 
Booth: (in phone) Amy, its Booth. I think we got you you’re stay of execution but you’re not going to like it much.
 
[Cut to: Interrogation room at Jail. Night.  Bones and Amy are seated and Booth stands behind them.  Howard Epps is escorted into the room and sits.]
 
Epps: Thank you. All I can say is thank you.
 
Booth: What’s that Howie, practicing to get jury sympathy?
 
Epps: I did not kill anyone. (to Bones) Thank you. I mean it.
 
Bones: We found the tire iron. You will be found guilty of these murders.
 
Epps: Well I need a good lawyer. (looks at Amy)  These murder investigations take a long time then there’s the appeals since I should have been dead a half an hour ago.  It’s all gravy from now on.
 
Amy: We gave him everything he wanted.
 
Epps: Who knows if there will even be a death penalty by then? I mean that’s your dream isn’t it.  We want the same things from life.
 
(Amy is upset and leaves the room)
 
Epps: (to Bones) And I owe you too.  I read your book and when I heard you were working with Booth here I knew you were just what I needed.
 
(Epps grabs Bones’s hand and she stands and yanks him forward across the table slamming his face on it.)
 
Bones: (to Booth) Are you going to arrest me for assault?
 
Booth: From what I saw purely self defense.
 
Bones: Maybe I shouldn’t carry a gun after all.
 
Booth: Hell you can have mine.
 
[Cut to: Wong Fu’s. Booth and Bones are sitting at the bar.]
 
Sid: What’s a matter with you two?
 
Booth: Bad day at work.
 
Sid: Well that’s what you get for working on weekends.  You ever hear about uh, taking some time off having a little fun?
 
Bones: Why? What did you do?
 
Sid: I’d be breaking about six different laws if I just told you how I maneuvered on my Saturday nights… but I will bring you some food.
 
Bones: I’m not hungry.
 
Booth: No use arguing with Sid, Bones.
 
Bones: Are you in trouble with your boss?
 
Booth: Ohh, (sniffs) you know I’m sorry for wrecking your weekend for nothing.
 
Bones: No, not for nothing.
 
Booth: Ah, you know what I mean. You know all that running around it didn’t change anything. Epps was guilty. He was always guilty.
 
Bones: There was doubt.  We had an obligation to respect that doubt. We all share in the death of every human being.
 
Booth: Very poetic.
 
Bones: No, very literal. We all share DNA.  When I look at a bone it’s not some artifact that I can separate from myself. It’s a part of a person who got here the same way I did. It should never be easy to take someone’s life.  I don’t care who it is. (Booth stares at her with his hand on his head.) What? (he continues to stare) What?
 
Booth: (smiles) You know you’ve been practicing your Nobel prize speech just a little too much.
 
(Sid returns with a waitress with their food.  They both set the dishes in front of Booth and Bones.)
 
Waitress: Here you go.
 
Sid: Scallops and sachewan garlic sauce, duck fried rice, apple pie, hot cup of joe. To simple pleasures my friends, (holds up a glass) simple pleasures.

Fade to Black.

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