So here's Booth's and Brennan's communication and relationship.
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(Fade to: Lounge area in the Jeffersonian, upper level of the Medico Legal Lab. Brennan sits alone on a couch, hunched over, glass in hand. Booth stands at the top of the stairs, jacket in hand.)
BOOTH: Vodka?
BRENNAN: (laughs) It’s water. But it’s – (she shakes the glass, ice rattling around inside) – on the rocks.
BOOTH: You know, Bones, I’m not sure you grasp the basic theory on how to get drunk. Hey … (he groans as he lays his coat over his injured arm, reaching for a chair with the other hand, pulling it over) … what you need to do is order a shot of hard liquor … (he sets the chair down) … from a bartender named Shaky. (he grins as he sits and settles himself in the chair) And tell him to, uh, leave the bottle on the bar. (he gives her a knowing look)
BRENNAN: I’m fine, Booth. (he nods slightly, indulging her) I’m sitting here thinking about it, and … I’m fine. (Booth raises his eyebrows at her – she clears her throat)
BOOTH: Okay. (smirks) So what I’m gettin’ from you here, Bones, is that you’re fine.
(He knows better and the look on his face tells her so)
BRENNAN: (looks away and picks up a photograph of Sarah Koskoff) He murdered Sarah. He was about to murder Helen. (Booth swallows but says nothing, waiting, letting her get it off her chest) You know, why should I feel upset about shooting him? You know, I mean, if I was going to be upset, which I’m not … it would be because Epps thinks he beat us, so –
BOOTH: He didn’t.
BRENNAN: I know.
BOOTH: You’re upset because you think he beat us. (Brennan looks up at him) You know what? (he nods as she looks away) He did.
BRENNAN: (looks up at him again, surprised) Beat us?
BOOTH: (still nodding) Yeah.
BRENNAN: Well, you just said that he didn’t.
BOOTH: Well, I changed my mind.
BRENNAN: What, in the last three seconds?
BOOTH: You know, you’re afraid that Epps turned you into him – into a killer. (she’s listening, concerned, scared) You have to come to grips with the fact that you killed another human being. (Booth pauses, his turn to look down for a moment) Because when you kill someone, you know, there’s a cost. (he meets her eyes again) It’s a steep cost. (he pauses, voice subdued) I know. I’ve done it.
BRENNAN: (looks weary) I did the right thing.
BOOTH: I know. (Brennan looks up at him, tears in her eyes – Booth takes care to look her in the eye so she knows he means it) I was there. (he smiles at her gently, and she smiles gratefully in return)
(She looks down at the photo of Sarah Koskoff again – a big wet tear hits the image)
BRENNAN: Oh. Look what I did. (she sniffles)
BOOTH: It doesn’t matter.
BRENNAN: (talking about more than just the teardrop on the photograph) It does. It matters.
(Booth nods at her, watching, understanding)
BOOTH: I got something for ya. (he reaches into his pocket)
BRENNAN: A bottle of hard liquor?
BOOTH: (smiles) The next best thing.
(He holds out his hand, palm up – it is a small, plastic toy piglet, which Booth holds out to Brennan. He holds it close to her face, and leans in.)
BOOTH: Hmm? (chuckles) Meet … (he leans even closer to her) … Jasper.
(Brennan looks at the pig. Her face is softer now, relaxing. Her eyes meet Booth’s and he grins at her. Brennan can’t help herself – she laughs and reaches out, taking the pig. As she looks at the toy, amused, Booth smiles at her warmly.)
BOOTH: You’re gonna be okay.
BRENNAN: (looking up at him) Yeah?
BOOTH: (unwavering) Definitely.
(Brennan looks down at the pig for a moment, thoughtful, and then back at Booth. They smile at each other, a new level of understanding, appreciation and closeness reached.)
[Leyla Kamilia]
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