TEXT: (Open: Shooting range, several people firing at targets. Pan across to Booth firing shots in quick succession. He pauses. A man nearby spots him and lifts his protective head gear.) CARSON: Hey, Booth, right? BOOTH: Huh? CARSON: You're a legendary shot, man! I'm Carson. BOOTH: I'm concentrating. CARSON: Heard you could shoot a hole through the middle of a dime on the run. (Booth puts his earpiece back in, clearly not in the mood to converse. He fires more shots, and then presses the button to bring the target towards him. The shots are haphazard; inaccurate. Not what he had been hoping for.) CARSON: 'Scuse me. Obviously got the wrong guy. (Booth looks shocked and confused.) (Cut to: Sweets' office. Sweets is packing away his paperwork. Booth enters.) BOOTH: Aw, great, I was worried you'd be gone. SWEETS: Uh, almost gone. BOOTH: Well, almost is almost, so - if I ask you a question, can you answer it in plain language? SWEETS: Yeah, I'll do my best. (They sit down.) BOOTH: Great. So, uh... (Sweets picks up a notepad and pen, preparing to take notes. Booth laughs somewhat frustratedly.)... okay, what's our deal? SWEETS: Our deal? BOOTH: Yeah, yeah, what... what are you? FBI shrink, friend, objective observer? SWEETS: Oh oh oh, you wanna know my primary role, okay. Well, that depends upon a number of factors. BOOTH: Sweets! Plain language. SWEETS: The FBI hires me to evaluate agents - you're an agent. BOOTH: So, FBI first, me second. SWEETS: No! No no no, Agent Booth, that's not what I meant. BOOTH: (his phone rings) It's okay, Sweets, I get it. SWEETS:
SUMMARY:
Booth, still suffering some lingering effects from his brain surgery, has to get re-certified for FBI marksmanship, but is not the accurate shot he was before going under the knife. Meanwhile, the team at the Jeffersonian investigates the remains of a little person discovered in a sinkhole. The victim, Bryce DaFonte, also known as "The Iron Leprechaun," competed in a popular wrestling league, but the popularity of the franchise left him with many enemies, including bitter competitors and scorned lovers, any of whom could have caused his downfall.