[Booth is trying to listen to an important call, but an ice cream truck is playing loud music nearby]
[speaking into his phone] Did you say the Everglades? Look, I can't hear anything because of this INSANE MUSIC!
[Booth takes out his gun and shoots the musical clown head on the ice cream truck three times. The music stops playing. People nearby run and scream. Brennan is shocked.]
ICIce cream man
YOU SHOT MY CLOWN!
[speaking into his phone] Great. Flight number?
ICIce cream man
[off screen] Hey! Hey! He shot my clown!
Okay thanks. [turns to Brennan] Okay, we're all set.
[still shocked by what just happened] That... was not good.
[The clown head's nose bursts into flame]
AAbby
I thought maybe she'd hooked up.
Hooked up? Hooked... up? Oh... with, uh, anyone in particular?
AAbby
We met so many guys. You know how it is.
I'm guessing she doesn't.
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.
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?
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)
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?
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?
Ah, full of terrorists no doubt or plutonium or fleeing felons, was it?
Nah, it was an ice cream truck.
You have a good reason for firing on it?
Yeah, the music, it was bothering me.
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.
(folding the paper without signing it) So, the FBI sent you to me because you shot a clown?
(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)
(Asking Monte about his trip from Ft. Lauderdale to Daytona) Any girls ride with you?
As much as I hate to disappoint you, uh...fact is I'm not entertaining like I used to.
(Sarcastically) Aahh, getting too old to exploit little drunk girls?
You seen the videos? They exploit themselves.
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)
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.
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?
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.
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.
I don't know what the hell it is, but it sure as hell isn't coffee, Doc.
(pointing at Brennan) This is you, isn't it?
Please don't point your finger at me.
I knew the first time I saw you, here comes another feminist crusader, out to spoil some good, all-American fun. (shoves his hand close to Brennan's face; Brennan grabs his hand and twists it around his back) OW! Get off, get off!
(to Sully) Self defense, he assaulted me.
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.
But are you currently involved with anyone?
Just broke up with someone, okay? Me. And I ended it.
How long had you been involved with her? Or him.
Her! Let's get that straight, okay? Her. Couple of months 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.
Excellent theory, but quite wrong! And, we're out of time. Tomorrow I'll wait for you?
