WWyatt
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.
WWyatt
So why in a fit of pique did you endanger innocent people in a public thoroughfare by discharging your firearm?
I'm a good shot. I didn't put anybody in danger.
WWyatt
How many people have you killed?
WWyatt
Oh, you could remember 180 bricks but not how many lives you've taken?
(weighed down) Fifty kills.
WWyatt
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?
(very vulnerable) I - I don't know.
WDr. Wyatt
A man like you? In control of every situation and you don't know?
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.
WWyatt
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 yourself - that was large enough to motivate you to shoot a clown.
WWyatt
You tend to do things well, don't you? Make coffee, build BBQ machines.
It's not really a machine.
WWyatt
Solve crimes, raise a son, love women, leave women. Whatever you aim at you hit.
WWyatt
By no means, of course not. Except ...
Oh, okay, here we go. Let me have it, Doc.
WWyatt
Except it is indicative of a need to control your environment.
Booth': Again I ask, is that bad?
WWyatt
No, of course not, no. Except ...
WWyatt
Except when you shoot a clown.
You know, you make it sound like he was walking around making balloon animals.
WWyatt
For the most part your rebellions are small.
WWyatt
The colorful socks, the funky belt buckle. They're a mechanism, quiet rebellions. A way of asserting your personal control over a homogenizing organization like the FBI. But shooting a clown is not a quiet rebellion. Shooting a clown is quite literally deafening.
(Booth is knocking at Dr. Wyatt's door)
Booth: Hi.
WyattDid we have a schedule?
Booth': Listen, I really need to get back to work, so why don't you give me one of those clown restraining orders and just sign my paper?
Wyatt
Have you had an insight then as to why you shot at that clown?
(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.
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)
Wyatt
Shrink, yes, meaning psychiatrist.
That's great, Doc. How's about you just sign my piece of paper here and I'll get back to work, right?
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?
Wyatt
Ah, full of terrorists no doubt or plutonium or fleeing felons, was it?
Nah, it was an ice cream truck.
Wyatt
You have a good reason for firing on it?
Yeah, the music, it was bothering me.
Wyatt
Ah.
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.
Wyatt
(folding the paper without signing it) So, the FBI sent you to me because you shot a clown?
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)
I told the ice cream guy I was sorry, alright, I-I-I even bought him a new clown head, so just sign the paper. (tries to hand the pen and waver to Dr. Wyatt)
Wyatt
I must apologize, but I've got to go off and get some ingredients for my mortar. Um, why don't we reschedule?
We can't reshcedule, alright, I-I-I got to get back to work.
Wyatt
Oh, well, in that case, um ... why not finish off uh preparing this area here. Could you do that? All the specifications are on the plans. You are fit for physical labor aren't you, I mean the uh clown didn't return the fire did it?
(gets up and throws down the pen) Oh, yeah and uh what if I said the plastic clown did fire back huh?
Wyatt
Brilliant! Now, while I'm gone what I want you to do is to consider what you were really aiming at when you drew a beat at that unfortunate clown.
Hey buddy, when I aim at something, I hit it.
Wyatt
Precisely.
Wyatt
You know what? I'm in America. We are men. Let's drink coffee, not tea, ay? (examining Booth's handiwork) Oh, I say. Marvelous job.
Thank you. (takes a sip of the coffee) That's not coffee.
Wyatt
Ah, what is it?
I don't know what the hell it is, but it sure as hell isn't coffee, Doc.
Wyatt
Earlier you said you weren't used to drinking tea with men which suggests to me that you're usually pretty rigid in your assignment of gender roles.
What? No, no. My partner is a woman, okay? A woman who needs my help.
Wyatt
But are you currently involved with anyone?
Just broke up with someone, okay? Me. And I ended it.
Wyatt
How long had you been involved with her? Or him.
Her! Let's get that straight, okay? Her. Couple of months this time.
Wyatt
This time?
We'd gone o- we'd gone out, b-before a-a f-few years ago, and I, I, ya know, we ah, I broke it up when ah, ya know, my ex wanted to give it another go. Ah! That's it. I shot the clown because I can't let go of the women in my life. Thanks, Doc. Alright. Now I can go back to work and you can sign the (faking a British accent) papa.
Wyatt
Excellent theory, but quite wrong! And, we're out of time. Tomorrow I'll wait for you?
Wyatt
Why don't we talk about the case you're working on at the moment?
Wyatt
Well, I am trained as a forensic psychologist. I might be able to help.
Okay, fine, great. I have a dead rich guy, works with at-risk youth, gets brutally murdered after confiscating a couple pounds of heroin from one of his kids.
Wyatt
Interesting that the first word you used to describe him is "rich."
Uh, second. The first description was "dead."
Wyatt
[to Brennan] In my opinion, you are unable to lead a purposeless life at this stage in your psycho-social development. Which, by the way, is an issue you should address, because a certain amount of purposelessness is necessary to lead a full life.
You don't like it because he's saying that all this tension between me and you is your fault.
Wyatt
Mmm, on the contrary. [to Booth] If anything, your issues are more pronounced, given that your behavior has been affected by what turns out to be a quite irrational fear of being responsible for someone else's destiny.
Oh, now you like psychology.
Wyatt
I stand by my diagnosis.
You stand by the FBI. Your first priority is to get agents back in the field solving murders.
Wyatt
Your romanticism is endearing. But as the Bard says, "Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such shaping fantasies that apprehend more than cool reason could comprehend."
He also says "Journeys end in lovers meeting, every wise man's son doth know."
Wyatt
May I say, Dr. Sweets, that this is probably the best work I have ever read on the dynamics of opposite personality types working towards a common cause.
Okay, now I'm hearing a caveat.
Gordon Wyatt
Just a small one. It's just that Brennan and Booth aren't in any way opposites.
Wow. Small? What is that, British understatement?
Wyatt
Yes, he's a man. She's a woman. He's instinctual. She's empirical.
Wyatt
Superficial ephemera, Dr. Sweets.
Wow. Okay, what about the sexual component in their relationship? Would you agree that they have both sublimated their attraction to each other out of fear of endangering their working relationship, because their working relationship is paramount to both of them?
Wyatt
Alas, I'm afraid I wouldn't agree with that. No.
Wyatt
Well everything you just said. Yes, one of them is acutely aware of their attraction. Struggles with it daily, as a matter of fact.
Wow. I'm sorry I keep saying that. Which one?
Wyatt
It's your book, Dr. Sweets. I would never tell you what to write.
Wyatt
Might I offer a word of advice regarding young Dr. Sweets?
Why do we need advice about Sweets?
We don't. Sweets is just fine.
Wyatt
He most definitely is not fine. I've read his book.
Wait, did he say something mean about us?
Wyatt
On the contrary. You might as well know that he lost both his adoptive parents just before he came to work for your de facto crime fighting unit.
What are we, the land of misfit toys?
Wyatt
He's a good lad, Sweets, but this book he's writing, he's using it as the vehicle to get what he actually wants. Which is a family.
So he imprinted on us like a baby duck?
Ok, let's shut it down guys, come on! [walks in showing his badge] FBI! Let's go! [shows the guitarist his badge]
[Guitarist spits on Booth's badge and hisses at him. Booth turns and looks at Dr. Wyatt and Brennan and then shoots the loudspeaker multiple times]
Wyatt
[sternly to Booth] Yes, now if you recall, it was shooting inanimate objects that had you brought to me for therapy in the first place.
I thought it was a justifiable shooting.
GGuitarist
[hesitantly] You gonna put your gun down?
Don't rush me, ok? [wipes his badge on guitarist's pants] I'm thinkin'!
There have been a few changes in Booth.
Wyatt
Since the brain tumor?
Yeah, is that why he came to you? He doesn't trust me? Oh, right. How could I forget about cook/client privilege.
Wyatt
Chef/client privilege!
Has he also told you about how now when he climbs stairs he leads with his right foot rather than his left? He holds his phone to a different ear. Coffee in his left hand.
Wyatt
How wretchedly observant of you.
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