They investigate the death of a college freshman, who took part in a 'Girls Gone Wild' type of video and whose body is found in an alligator.
Sullivan asks Brennan out.
Quotes
add » Dr. Wyatt: According to the FBI report, there was no way you could save Epps' life. Your partner's report says the same thing. An FBI sniper on the upside roof saw everything through his scope. According to all witnesses you have nothing to feel guilty about.Booth: (depressed) Yeah, so?
Dr. Wyatt: So why in a fit of pique did you endanger innocent people in a public thoroughfare by discharging your firearm?
Booth: I'm a good shot. I didn't put anybody in danger.
Dr. Wyatt: How many people have you killed?
Booth: I lost count.
Dr. Wyatt: Oh, you could remember 180 bricks but not how many lives you've taken?
Booth: Epps makes fifty.
Dr. Wyatt: Fifty what?
Booth: (weighed down) Fifty kills.
Dr. Wyatt: But Agent Booth, you didn't kill Epps! You tried to save him, remember? Perhaps I better put it as a question: did Howard Epps slip from your grasp or did you release him? (Booth ponders the moment Epps fell in a flashback, he can't answer) Oh, come now man, this is a simple enough question. Was he indeed your fiftieth kill or did you just happen to be there when he died?
Booth: (very vulnerable) I - I don't know.
Dr. Wyatt: A man like you? In control of every situation and you don't know?
Booth: I don't know...I had him and then I lost him and something happened in between. (almost in a whisper) I don't know.
Dr. Wyatt: I believe you. Because for a man like you to admit you don't know, to relinquish control, that could indeed argue a disruption in your self-you that was large enough to motivate you to shoot a clown. (edit) Dr. Wyatt: You tend to do things well, don't you? Make coffee, build BBQ machines.
Booth: It's not really a machine.
Dr. Wyatt: Solve crimes, raise a son, love women, leave women. Whatever you aim at you hit.
Booth: Is that bad?
Dr. Wyatt: By no means, of course not. Except...
Booth: Oh, ok, here we go. Let me have it, Doc.
Dr. Wyatt: Except it is indicative of a need to control your environment.
Booth: Again I ask, is that bad?
Dr. Wyatt: No, of course not, no. Except...
Booth: Except?
Dr. Wyatt: Except when you shoot a clown.
Booth: You know, you make it sound like he was walking around making balloon animals.
Dr. Wyatt: For the most part your rebellions are small.
Booth: Rebellions?
Dr. Wyatt: The colorful socks, the funky belt buckle. They're a mechanism, quiet rebellions. A Way of asserting your personal control over a homogenizing organisation like the FBI. But shooting a clown is not a quiet rebellion. Shooting a clown is quite literally deafening. (edit) (Booth and Brennan talking on the phone. Brennan has another call coming in)
Brennan: That's Sully calling right now. (hesitant) We're, uhm, we're doing, you know, what we did.
Booth: (a little worry in his voice) You know, I'll be back soon.
Brennan: Ok. I'll talk to you later.
(Booth hangs up and remains thoughtful and slightly worried) (edit) (Nighttime. Booth is knocking at Dr. Wyatt's door)
Booth: Hi.
Dr. Wyatt: Did we have a schedule?
Booth: Listen, I really need to get back to work, yo why don't you give me one of those clown restraining orders and just sign my paper?
Dr. Wyatt: Have you had an insight then as to why you shot at that clown?
Booth: (Booth's cell rings) Yeah. You know what? I've had some insight. It's right here. (pointing at the display of his phone) That's my Bones calling, my partner. (edit) Booth: Dr. Wyatt.
Dr. Wyatt: Ah, Agent Booth is it? Yes, Gordon. Gordon Wyatt. (extends his hand to Booth but instead of his hand Booth pulls out a piece of paper from his back pocket)
Booth: Great. You the shrink?
Dr. Wyatt: Shrink, yes, meaning psychiatrist.
Booth: That's great, Doc. How's about you just sign my piece of paper here and I'll get back to work, right?
Dr. Wyatt: Certainly. (Booth hands him a pen) No, no, I have a pen. Do you mind if I ask what exactly it was that you did?
Booth: Yeah, I shot a truck.
Dr. Wyatt: Ah, full of terrorists no doubt or plutonium or fleeing felons, was it?
Booth: Nah, it was an ice cream truck.
Dr. Wyatt: You have a good reason for firing on it?
Booth: Yeah, the music, it was bothering me.
Dr. Wyatt: Ah.
Booth: Yeah, there was a speaker in the clown's mouth? Yeah, I just pulled out my gun, you know, bum-bum-bum. It was gone.
Dr. Wyatt: (folding the paper without signing it) So, the FBI sent you to me because you shot a clown?
Booth: Not a real clown.
Dr. Wyatt: (handing Booth the paper back) I suggest you cogitate on the underlying reasons why you shot that clown while i make us some tea. (goes into the house)
Booth: Cogitate? Tea? (edit)
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