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Terrence, what the hell are you doing?

I told you aluminum is a waste.

Look how big this is.

That's barely 15 bucks worth of metal.

If you want to make money scrapping,

stick with stainless steel,

copper or brass.

You know what those are, don't you?

Screw you.

Keep it down!

Last thing we need are cops.

Hey, I think I found something in this pile of crap.

I'm telling you, the good stuff is buried in the walls--

The copper wiring, the plumbing.

This might not be a wall, but it's definitely buried.

Dude, it's shining. It might be gold.

I got more gold in my teeth.

It's a bracelet, but it's stuck.

It's definitely gold.

Smells a little funky from the arm, though.

No. I've already made my decision. Absolutely not.

I refuse to pander to the lowest common denominator,

particularly one which relies solely

on minimal imbecilic thought.

But thank you so much for your call.

- Telemarketer? - No. My publisher.

She wants me to start

a twitter account to help promote my book sales.

Can you believe it?

Actually, you know what? Yes, I can. You got a lot of fans.

It's a good way to, uh, you know, connect with them.

I do connect through my books.

Yeah, but that take years for you to write them.

I mean, this gives fans a chance to connect with you

till the next one comes out.

Well, how do I say anything of substance

in 140 characters or less?

Well, I don't think

Tweets are meant to be profound or anything like that,

except if they're flyers updates.

That's life or death.

Booth.

There was a body found in a bookstore in southeast D.C.

Bookstores, unlike Twitter,

are the hubs of true, complex critical thought.

It's abandoned.

Well, that doesn't help my argument.

Sorry.

Buried in a pile of books from the self-help section.

Definitely not the way I'd want to go out.

I find this quite tragic.

Well, death is a tragedy.

No, I'm not talking about the victim.

I'm referring to the fact

that this is what's left of a bookstore.

Oh, I know.

I used to spend hours in places like this,

thumbing through page after page,

looking for the perfect read.

And that fresh new book smell.

Oh, man, an e-book just does not have it.

Yeah, 'cause who doesn't like huffing a good book.

Ah, I suppose you all want to go back to riding a horse to work.

Okay, let's move it on here. So, what do we have?

Ripped fingernails suggest there was likely a struggle.

The oval shape of the pelvic inlet

indicates the victim was a female.

Sexual assault?

Impossible to tell till we get back to the lab.

Based on the cranial suturing,

the victim appears to have been in her early 20s.

The projection of the nasal bones suggests caucasian.

Okay, everyone take a step back.

Why? What did you find there?

Uh, uh, yeah. Bug boy-- he rarely warns us,

So, I would, you know, listen to what he's saying.

It's frightening, yes, but also, a little bit awesome.

Are you gonna tell us any information, Dr. Hodgins,

or merely adjectives?

Oh, this webbing is from a loxosceles reclusa,

otherwise known as a brown recluse spider.

Right. Yeah, I'm not a big fan of spiders,

so, why don't we just, you know,

wrap that up there so we can get out of here?

Awesome part is, based on the eggs and the webbing,

the victim died about seven days ago.

And the frightening part?

Well, they can be quite deadly.

I've seen a brown recluse bite

which caused necrosis down to the bone.

Who cares about that?

Just put the spider in the container,

seal it up so we don't get neocro, whatever, all over us.

Necrosis, and it wouldn't be on us,

it would be in us because, it's...

Yeah, I'm with Agent Booth on this one.

Should we get a, uh, bug bomb or whatever?

No. No.

The spider is evidence.

Okay, there he is.

Okay, got it. I got it.

Oh, my. Think that's the only one.

Just, uh, pack up the victim and head back to the lab.

The techs can sweep for anything else.

Oh, my God.

Whoa, whoa. What? You get bit?

No, it's my book.

It was in the clearance section.

Until the bones are clean,

it's going To be impossible

to separate all the peri and postmortem damage.

Don't think the flesh is going

to help your facial reconstruction.

So far, all I've got are six freckles and a mole.

That's very useful, actually.

I created this new algorithm that

maps the location of moles and freckles and

other Distinctive facial markers,

and Cross-references them with the missing persons database.

Oh. Like Constellation mapping, but of the face.

That's awesome.

Yeah. If this mole can be our polaris, then,

we should be able to navigate our way to an ID.

Ms. Warren, I warned you.

On the platform, our cell phones are turned off.

Supposition much? I'm innocent.

That was my phone.

Actually, I just sent out my first tweet.

Oh, uh, sorry.

You're on Twitter?

That doesn't seem like you.

Booth and my publisher Both felt that

it would help nurture my fan base,

and I hope to gain anthropological insight

into online sociological behavior

and how it's destroying interpersonal relationships.

Well, I'm totally gonna follow you.

Sweetie, was your first tweet a link to an article about

"Victim identification and the challenge of morphoscopic traits"?

It was.

Dr. Brennan, you have to be pithy.

A 200-page article-- not pithy, no pith in that.

This is fun, but we have a murder to solve

that requires more than 140 characters.

Ooh, great.

I have an ID.

The victim is Mia Ferrara,

age 22, reported missing by her boyfriend last Sunday.

I got that bracelet to celebrate Mia

getting into the United Teaching Fellows.

College graduates who teach in underperforming school districts.

Sort of the, uh, peace corps of my generation.

So Mia spent a lot of time in rough neighborhoods?

She didn't care.

She just saw it as a chance to help the kids.

Uh, we have evidence suggesting that Mia died a week ago.

Do you remember seeing her last Friday?

For breakfast, but,

and I had to go on a coffeehouse tour in Virginia for the weekend.

- Yeah. - I'm a musician.

Oh. Musician. Right.

You never tried to call her over the weekend?

Sure, but she didn't answer.

Sometimes she got mad when I went on tour.

And when I came home,

and realized she hadn't been in the apartment all weekend...

That's when I called the police.

Pretty nice digs for a teacher and a musician.

Mia has a trust fund.

Looks like you'll be moving now.

This is gonna sound weird now, but...

she put the place in both our names.

Yeah. That does sound a little weird.

Look, whatever you need, just ask.

I want to find out who did this to Mia more than you do.

Caroline, what's up? I was just leaving.

I caught wind of this teacher case, cher.

I need you to be extra careful with this one.

Come on. I'm always careful.

It's not like you to question that.

I'm sorry, cher, but I just happen to be

on the board of the United Teaching Fellows.

These people-- they do God's work for inner-city communities.

If word gets out that it's too dangerous,

the whole program could suffer.

No, the kids that it could help

well, that just makes me mad, all right?

I'm not gonna let one psycho ruin all that.

See, this is why I get all tingly when I see you, Seeley Booth.

I spoke with the principal of the school

to make sure they knew you were coming.

This is her name

and the name of the other UTF teacher the victim worked with.

All right, thanks.

I grew up with nothing, cher.

No one should have to fight like I did

just to get a decent education.

All right. Look how you turned out, huh?

Don't worry about it. I got all this.

I trust you.

Don't worry.

I already had two reporters calling

with questions about how dangerous the school is.

Sometimes I think they love scaring the crap out of people.

Good news is, I'm not seeing anything about it online yet.

But I did start following Dr. B on twitter.

Hey, that's good, huh? Tell your friends.

You have friends, right?

That's funny.

So I heard that the, uh, Andy Lister character in her books--

he's, uh... he's based on you.

That is right, you heard correct, my friend.

So, why didn't he have sex with Dr. Reichs until the third novel?

I mean, you know, what kind of real man waits that long?

What are you talking about, huh?

Look, their situation was complicated.

Sometimes relationships take a while to develop.

James Bond wouldn't have waited till the third book.

That's all I'm saying.

People are already tweeting about it.

Yeah, but in book three, you got to admit,

it's, uh, pretty impressive.

you should tweet that.

I guess. I just read the books for the gore mostly.

Then why'd you bring it up?

Way to pass the time.

Mm, okay, keep tweeting there.

The latest data shows

that the U.S. is 14th in public education.

But we beat slovakia, so that's something.

Now there's something you don't see every day.

Guys, come on.

Come on, put the car down.

Look, please. I'm not kidding around.

I don't want to get anybody in trouble

- if I don't have to. - Yeah. Go! Go!

What you got?

You must be the gentlemen from the FBI.

FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth. This here's Agent Aubrey.

Shane Gentry.

I was told you guys would be coming.

Welcome to South Grant High School.

Great. Thank you.

Do you want us to help you out with that?

Oh, no. No. They usually leave it on the front lawn.

I like to think this is how we bond.

A handful of the kids are actually in my ninth grade class.

Right, 'cause what better way to bond

than by encouraging illegal activity?

Oh, better pranks than gangs.

I'd believe you

if we weren't here about Mia Ferrara's murder.

Don't assume these kids are killers

just because they're poor.

It becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Right. So, did they mess with her, too?

Mia? No. No one messed with Mia.

- You show us where she taught? - Yeah.

Agent Booth, Agent Aubrey,

this is our principal, Anne Franklin.

I spoke to Caroline on the phone.

She's a friend.

This is just horrible.

We're all devastated.

We need to know if Mia had any trouble

with anybody here at the school.

And not just parents. Faculty, students.

No. And if she had, I'd make sure it never happened again.

Was anyone fired to make room for her?

No. UTF teachers don't take away any faculty positions.

We're supplemental.

And the other faculty members are overworked and underpaid,

so people like Mia and Shane are a godsend.

Since they've come, test scores have been up across the board.

Mia was up 23%, shane over 40.

Do either of you remember seeing Mia

Friday afternoon around 4:00?

It was a district testing day for our ninth graders.

I had to oversee it all.

And I didn't see her.

I was collating the exams my class took.

Cigarettes, gum.

I'm sure she confiscated those from students.

Who's "M.M."?

Probably Marcellus Miller.

He's in her class.

One of her stars.

Nobody thought that he had it in him except for mia.

He was an example to her class.

"187, bitch."

That's police code for homicide.

Wouldn't want that example.

So, Keith, uh, let me get this straight.

You are Marcellus's legal guardian, correct?

Yeah, that's right.

So don't try no tricks.

My brother's a good kid, you hear?

Marcellus, my name is Caroline Julian.

I'm with the justice department.

We need to ask you some questions

about your teacher, Mia Ferrara.

She's dead, isn't she?

Yes.

Wait, wait. I see where y'all going with this.

Why y'all after Cellus?

Why? Because, uh, no other kid wrote death threats

to their teacher.

That was just a joke, all right?

But not to her, to some other guy in class.

Me and Miss Ferrara,

we were cool.

Right, and you weren't causing any trouble in her class?

At first, yeah.

That's... that's because I got frustrated.

You know, I felt dumb.

And my brother ain't dumb.

Like I told her in that little conference thing,

ain't no bitch gonna make...

You don't use language like that in here,

you understand me?

He's just trying to look out for me.

Listen, she's been us for three years now.

He doesn't mean anything by it.

Right. So it must've made you angry

if your teacher made you feel stupid.

She was just trying to help me.

She tutored me if I asked.

She said that if I kept improving,

she'd help me get into college.

I ain't never had no teacher like that, man.

And ain't no teacher at that school

ever helped me get into college.

Maybe because when you went to that school,

you used to bring weapons.

The school make you do that?

Are you gonna blame every screw up on other people, Keith?

Cellus, go on.

Tell them what they need so we can get out of here.

So where were you last friday after school?

I went to see Miss Ferrara.

To get some extra help.

She said no, and that's the first time that happened,

so I just went home.

And that was the last time you saw her?

Yeah. Then she told me

that she'd make it up to me.

She'd give me some extra time on Monday.

She was the only teacher who ever thought

that I could do better.

Yeah.

So the victim's shoes and clothes have

polyethylene and polystyrene particulates on them.

Styrene? Like styrofoam?

Yes, styrofoam and plastic.

Now, I also found traces of the following...

potassium bromate, sodium nitrate,

benzoic acid, methylcyclopropene--

basically all the compounds that preserve

that delicious cafeteria food.

So at some point she was stuffed in, what, a garbage can?

Well, it seems like it.

Now, check this out.

I was also able to pull

some flesh from the inside of her shoe.

Oh, the purplish-red color suggests

there was lividity in her ankles.

So her blood had pooled in her feet?

Yeah, during hypostasis.

Which means that after the victim was killed,

she was kept in a standing position for

about four to eight hours.

My guess is she was stored in a semi-public place.

Why public?

Well, I ran an analysis of the substance she was doused in.

So it was ethanol, isoprenol,

chloro-benzyl phenol, potassium hydroxide cocktail.

- Disinfectant. - Yep.

So the killer was trying to mask the smell of the body.

So the body must've been near a semi-public place.

And in something tall enough to keep it standing upright.

Why couldn't all these tests just give us

the name and address of the killer?

Yeah.

Criminal records of everyone in or tied to the school--

students, teachers, parents, staff...

Yeah, no, we already have them.

You really don't trust us to get this one done, do you?

Just trying to help, cher.

Marcellus said the victim seemed to be mad about something.

Well, I checked her credit card records, bus pass, phone.

Nothing was used after 4:00 that afternoon.

I don't think she ever left the campus.

So she was killed at the school.

Just what I was praying to avoid.

You know, just because one person there is guilty

doesn't mean that they'll think everyone is.

You really believe in that, don't you?

Sweet.

Stupid, but sweet.

So Aubrey is checking out the other kids

and the employees at the school.

I mean, even the kids, you know, with juvie records have alibis.

Except for Keith and Marcellus.

Except for Keith and Marcellus.

It must be very difficult for them taking care of themselves.

Keith's only 19; his frontal lobe isn't fully developed,

so his judgment isn't yet reliable.

Unfortunately, that's not a defense.

You know, I don't get it.

You know, when I went to school,

it was a safe place. Safe.

Some sociologists say it's income inequality,

some say it's the welfare state, some blame the decline

of the family, lower standards.

I didn't really want an answer.

Oh, that's fortunate, because I don't think there really is one.

Oh, I am proud to say I'm now up to ten twitter followers.

Ten followers-- that is really bad.

It's probably just the squints that are following you.

You know, you need hundreds, thousands of followers.

Well, I'm twittering fascinating articles

I think people would like.

Oh, right, yeah. Fascinating.

You know, I looked up your twitter account,

you were posting articles on bone disease in cavemen.

Miocene hominids, not cavemen.

Sorry. Well, now that's exciting.

You know what, you should ask

that new squint girl in your lab.

- She looks like the tweety type. - I'm fine.

No. You want to be the best, right?

How can you be the best with ten followers?

You should ask her.

What, you got another caveman following you?

There are avulsion fractures

to the right and left humeral heads.

Okay, is there something in that that I can use?

Not yet, but I should get back to the lab.

Sure. A quick lunch together is better than none, right?

Ten is pretty pathetic.

It's better than nothing.

The greenstick and hairline postmortem fractures

to the ribs and scapula appear to show

that the victim was confined to a very small space.

And based on Cam's assessment of lividity,

she was confined in a vertical position.

So there must be other corresponding injuries.

Ms. Warren, I only have ten twitter followers,

which is dismaying.

Yeah, I can imagine.

I'm used to dominating any field I'm in,

so I need your help.

Hmm. So now I'm the mentor.

Okay.

First off, please stop labeling your tweets

"Tweet 1," "Tweet 2," "Tweet 3."

Well, it's an organizational strategy.

Also no polysyllabic words.

Keep it casual.

I can't change the title of scholarly articles.

Yeah, the articles.

I can't even start with that.

Um, you want to connect with people on a personal level.

Here, take out your phone.

All right.

Well, you can't take a photo of evidence.

It compromises an ongoing investigation.

I'm not, I'm not. Look happy to be you.

Although our facial expressions are a bit peculiar,

I have to admit it's amusing.

The art of the selfie.

Okay. "Solving crimes and taking names.

#whatdidyoudotoday."

Did you just post that to my account?

Yep, and I retweeted you.

Prepare to become a twitter sensation.

All right. So I don't know if these are related,

but I also noticed these postmortem

moustache-shaped fracture lines on the parietal.

I know what it is.

It's a standard two-pronged hook inside of a high school locker.

The victim's head was shoved against it.

Wait, how did you know that?

Because in high school,

I was shoved in a locker multiple times.

This also explains the victim's shoulder injuries.

Before I tell Booth about this, do you really think

your strategy of photographing ourselves...

Taking a selfie.

And yes, I do. Check your phone.

Ah, I have 98 followers!

Now it's up to 103!

Too bad it would jeopardize the case,

or I'd selfie with the skull.

It is a noun, Dr. Brennan, not a verb.

Right. I'll tell Booth about the locker.

oh! 105!

Seek. Seek.

I took a selfie with a skeleton in my office.

I put its arm around me.

"#whimsicallyamusing."

Right. You're gonna have to work on those hashtags.

Oh. This is a terrible loss.

Good teachers are rare.

Mia meant a lot to her students.

We're gonna find out what happened to her.

Good boy, good boy!

- You smell something? - We got a hit here.

Looks like we got a hit. You smell something?

Can you open up this locker?

All right, come on, come on.

This locker is currently... unassigned.

There's blood smears all over the inside.

Size of the locker corresponds

with her postmortem injuries.

She was placed in here until the killer was able to move her.

This hallway was closed because the floors

were going to be waxed later that night.

Whoa, what's going on over here?

Whoa! Stay back!

Right there. FBI, okay?

You're not going anywhere.

Me and my deputy dog here

have a few questions for you.

All right.

Let's take a look at your record here, shall we?

First of all, we know that you lied about your name

when you applied for a job at the school.

You are Steven Brady, not Paul Garnett.

Then there's the possession charge,

possession with intent, assault, assaulting an officer--

that's never a favorite around here.

Fine. I admit it.

But it ain't easy getting a job.

I figured I'm living a good life now;

- Who needs to know my past? - Good life?

Man's best friend smelled eau de dead body on you,

and you started to run.

I was worried the dog was gonna smell drugs on me.

Well, that's a great excuse, but you weren't carrying, Paul.

On my hands, my clothes.

Miss Ferrara and me, we'd catch kids doing drugs

in the parking lot. But rather than report 'em,

she'd make 'em do chores and stuff.

You know, give 'em another chance

so they didn't get a record.

- I wish someone had done that for me. - Okay.

But how do you explain the blood that we found

on your custodial cart?

What are you talking about?

Mia was moved from the locker

using your cart.

We have evidence on the body and in the cart.

Anybody could've taken my cart. It's not like it's locked up.

Look,

Miss Ferrara gave this to me. For my birthday.

She said I helped her understand the kids.

Now, why would I hurt someone like that,

someone who believed in me?

Ms. Warren, do you have any updates?

Yes. You are up to 1,023 followers.

With your status as a public figure

and my twitter expertise,

I think you could build an online empire.

Well, I was actually referring to updates on the case,

but I find your twitter news #strangelyexhilarating.

Nice one.

I also found subtle fracturing

to the sixth cervical vertebra.

I agree.

Interesting that the injury is specific to the laminas.

The connection between the body and the spinous process.

Yes. Do you see how both the anterior

and posterior sections of the laminas display breaks?

So a strong force compressed the sides of the neural arch?

Well, I would say that it was strangulation,

but the hyoid is still intact.

When the victim is strangled

putting pressure on the lower cervical vertebrae,

the hyoid usually does not fracture.

Awesome. So we finally have cause of death.

Celebratory selfie?

Okay.

#youcanrunbutyoucannothide.

Oh, for the love of god, not you, too.

What did I do? And don't sneak up on me.

Why are you tweeting and not working my case?

I am working our case. And I know

that the victim had a twitter account.

- And? - She didn't tweet that much.

Now I like her even more.

Most of the people she followed were her students.

She used social media as a way to keep up with them.

Because she wasn't a dinosaur.

It turns out Marcellus was right

about how upset she was the afternoon she died.

This was her last tweet.

"Sucks to be so wrong

about someone. #heartbroken#."

- Think she was talking about one of her students? - No idea.

Angela's going through Mia's computer now. Maybe she'll find

something that will tell us who Mia was talking about.

Hashtag, youowemeanapology.

In your dreams,

hashtag.

So what did you find on the victim's computer?

Well, 90% of what was on her home computer

was dedicated to her schoolwork,

mostly tracking her students' progress.

She used these spreadsheets and metrics.

Wow, she was truly dedicated.

Yeah, she was almost obsessed.

And after looking at these e-mails,

it was clear that she was losing touch with old friends

and even cancelling plans with her boyfriend.

Well, being a good teacher

can really take up a lot of time.

Their day doesn't end when school lets out.

Another interesting thing though,

her browser history was cleared at almost the same time

- every day. - Was she trying

- to hide something? - No, not her.

It was happening when she was at work.

It was her boyfriend,

and he was covering his tracks.

I used this forensic cloning program

to retrieve the browser history.

He was cheating on her.

Yeah. With multiple women.

And what's worse is I found an e-mail to Hunter's account

saying that his coffeehouse tour was canceled.

So, he was in town when she was killed.

Yep.

You lied to us, Hunter.

Your little coffeehouse tour was canceled.

I can explain.

You were also spotted at the school the day Mia was killed.

Yeah, but I didn't kill her.

- I was trying to find her. - Not too hard,

'cause you didn't report her missing for two days.

Look, I know this looks bad,

but I thought she was avoiding me because she was pissed.

Pissed because of this.

Your DC Hook Up profile.

There is no way you're six-one, by the way.

You didn't want Mia messing with your, uh, social life.

I didn't kill her.

You know what I think happened? I think you went

to the school, and Mia confronted you

about the philandering you've been doing.

- Philandering? - It's a word.

You two started to fight...

I swear I didn't.

Things got out of control,

You snapped, and you strangled her.

Look, I couldn't have.

I was with another girl at a bar.

- Right. - When mia ditched me

and my gig got canceled,

- I needed a hookup. - Can anybody from the bar

verify your story?

Yeah.

The girl.

I got her number.

Ask her.

You have reached the get lost hotline.

Unfortunately, the person who gave you this number

didn't want to hear from you ever again.

- We know this sucks. - Wait...

That is not a good alibi, Hunter.

Have you found anything pertinent to the case?

I found a remodeled incision wound to the proximal phalanges

two through five on the right hand.

This happened because of a deep laceration across the fingers.

Slight remodeling indicates this occurred about five weeks ago.

I agree. So...

I was thinking that whoever stabbed Mia back then came back

to finish the job.

Um, aren't you destroying the evidence

by scraping off the remodeling?

Not in this case. The woven aspects

have not yet hardened into cortical bone.

By removing the new growth, we should be able

to get a mold of the initial wound.

- Wow. How cool is that? - Very.

Have Dr. Hodgins swab, then make a mikrosil of the injury

so we can determine what blade was used.

- You got it. - And please use the twitter

to tell my followers

about the incomplete remodeling I removed.

They'll be fascinated.

Yes.

Hey, Caroline. So according to Mia's medical report,

she got 28 stitches on four fingers about a month ago.

Did she happen to tell the

doctor the name of the sick soul who stabbed her?

She said that she cut it on a piece of glass,

but Bones says it definitely was a knife wound.

You think the boyfriend took a blade to her?

Well, look at this.

Look where the clinic was where she got stitched up.

The same neighborhood where Keith and Marcellus live.

Keith has an assault charge for using a knife.

I was sort of hoping it was the boyfriend.

You know, that neighborhood has been through enough

for us to jump to conclusions.

We're just going with our leads.

That's all we can do.

You're a good man, Seeley Booth.

You sure you don't want to dump that beautiful doctor you've got

- and run away with me? - Tell you what,

just give me a day to think about it, huh?

I'm gonna have to bring Keith in.

I understand.

Based on the injury profile

on the victim's fingers, you should be able to reconstruct

what the knife in question looked like.

Well, let's not endow me with superpowers.

The puncture wound to the fifth phalange

marks the end of the blade.

And the laceration stops halfway through the bone

on the index finger.

A distance of 6.35 centimeters.

Kerf marks show that the blade was serrated.

Right. Adding that now.

Also, from the Mikrosil, we know the width of the blade

- was four millimeters thick. - No.

From the striae, it appears that the killer twisted the blade,

so it makes it seem like it's wider than it actually is.

- Talk about sadistic. - Maybe.

But an injury like this could happen

if the victim tried to grab hold of the blade.

You really know your sharp force trauma.

I got to tweet about this

for Dr. B.

Listen,

you're getting Brennan crazy.

She's more competitive than other people,

so she's just gonna want to have more Twitter followers

than everyone else.

What's wrong with that?

It's a waste of her time, it's a distraction,

and it's contributing to the end of our civilization.

- Twitter is a fact of life, Angela. - Yes,

and life is better when Brennan tweets

about the most promiscuous tribe in Timbuktu.

Who else would do that?

Did I just get slapped down?

Well, I use mind control.

I don't believe in violence.

Should we finish with this knife?

So, Hodgins found trace of a synthetic lubricant in the wound.

Lubricants are used on switchblades and other folding knives.

Right.

Okay. So if we change the handle to a folding knife...

we have our weapon.

So, we tested your knife, Keith.

We found blood in the liner.

Okay, I cut myself.

- So what? - It's not your blood type.

It's B positive, like Mia Ferrara's.

Yeah, okay. Whatever.

It's hers, but it's not what you think.

You know what I think? I think Mia came around to

tutor Marcellus, right?

You didn't want her there,

- so you pulled out the knife... - No. No, look,

check my rap sheet.

Look, I haven't been arrested in three years.

And I've been good-- I mean real good--

since me and Marcellus has been on our own.

But this is your knife, isn't it?

Look, yeah. But it's not what you think.

I didn't cut her.

- You're saying your brother did? - Cellus? No way.

Look, that crazy bi...

That crazy lady cut herself.

She grabbed the knife off the table and sliced herself.

You think any jury in the world would believe that, fool?

It's the truth.

Look, she started coming around, like, a month ago,

because Cellus had missed a couple of days of school.

Look, I work all day,

so that was the first time I heard of it.

He started skipping school

because he wanted to earn, too.

Hated that I had to do everything.

But like I told him, that's what big brothers do.

And I wasn't gonna be like our father.

- You didn't know he had a job? - No.

Look, when Miss Ferrara came, when she showed up,

that's when he came clean.

But then that's when she thought

I forced him to skip school.

That's when she grabbed the knife off the table

by the blade,

and she was bleeding all over the place,

I mean, saying that-that Marcellus was smart

and if I... if I didn't let him go back to school

that she was gonna tell everybody that I attacked her.

So I'm sorry,

but she was a crazy bitch.

So she cut herself to force you to keep Marcellus in school?

That's it.

Look, look, look, look.

I guess it worked.

'Cause Cellus hasn't missed a day after that.

Let's say we believe you for a second.

Where were you the day that Mia died?

Look, I can't tell you that.

Look... But, look,

as-as God is my witness,

I didn't hurt that woman.

You have got to tell the other guy-- Agent Booth--

my brother didn't do anything, man, I swear.

Well, we want to believe him, but he's hiding something,

- Marcellus. - It's not what you think, all right?

Keith knew what Miss Ferrara was doing for me.

And after that night he

made sure I had a good breakfast every morning.

Made-made sure my homework was done and everything.

All right, I need more, Marcellus.

You know I need more.

The reason Keith can't tell you...

He's protecting me.

What did you do?

Nothing.

It's just that Keith's already got two strikes

and the third strike and he goes away for a long time.

And you go into foster care.

Keith promised that he'd never let that happen.

Well, I'm sorry to tell you that it probably will

unless you can tell us where Keith was

when Miss Ferrara was killed.

He was...

He was at the grocery store getting some food.

He didn't get paid for a couple of days

and I had a test coming up, so he didn't want me to be hungry.

He robbed the place.

Not for, like, cash or anything.

Just took a few things.

Eggs, milk, stuff like that.

He put it under his shirt and he ran.

Keith's gonna be so pissed if he find out that I talked.

Hey.

It's all right, okay?

We're not gonna press charges against your brother.

- You're not? - No charges were ever filed.

And I'm talking to you without a guardian present,

which means this conversation never even happened.

Thank you.

Seems the brother didn't do it.

And the epithelial cells from the locker were a dead end.

They're from the victim. Any luck in here?

No luck, but skill and acumen

have proven very fruitful.

- Even better. - We are focusing on postmortem fractures

to the spinous processes of the third and fourth lumbar vertebrae

and blunt force trauma to the patellas.

The fractures to the patellas

are consistent with a hard object striking against the bone.

Question is...

why kneecap someone who's already dead?

And you're certain the damage to the knees and spine

didn't result from transporting the body?

These were intentional strikes.

But why damage only the knees and back? It's just random.

No, no, it's not random at all.

The knees and the spine are both fulcrums.

- Which means? - Perfect.

This makes perfect sense.

Just once,

I'd like her to tell us the big discovery before she runs out.

Because Cam found livor mortis on the soles of the victim's feet,

we know the body was stored in the locker for at least six hours.

Which means by the time the killer moved the body,

rigor mortis would've set in.

So the body was stiff.

That would make it difficult to move.

Must have been why the killer broke the bones.

- To bend the body. - But typically,

you only have to bend the spine to fit a body

- into the trunk of a car. - Well, then why

did the killer make minced meat out of the victim's knees?

Angela, bend the victim's knees 90 degrees.

Okay, now do the same for the spine,

pivoting the torso 90 degrees.

Oh, so the body was put in a seated position?

I've heard of serial killers like Ed Gein

posing their victims,

making them seem like they're still alive.

Or...the killer seated the victim for practical purposes,

because he didn't have a big enough trunk for the body.

Wait, so the killer put

the victim in the passenger seat next to him?

- Okay, that's really creepy. - So we're looking for someone

with a car that has seats and no trunk?

I found vinyl particulates that came from an eraser.

Not the kind from the end of a pencil --

this is a high-end eraser.

Useful if you're changing answers.

Wasn't there standardized testing for ninth graders

- the day that Mia was killed? - Yes, and

according to Booth, the same UTF teacher

who administered the test

drives a small, eco-friendly car.

These are the tests your students took

the day Mia was murdered.

Answers were erased and changed --

- all of them. - Changed in a way that makes

you look like an exemplary teacher.

I am a good teacher.

And the students are allowed to go back over their work,

- so if there are any erasures... - The marks are from

your eraser. We found your epithelial cells

- in the particulates from the eraser. - And when

you strangled Mia, those shavings from the erasers

- were transferred onto her. - Mia caught you cheating,

- didn't she? - She was

dedicated to her students, and all

you did was think about yourself.

If she turned you in,

she would have ruined your career.

Come on,

some bits of eraser are not enough

to prove somebody of murder.

Actually, it is. There's more.

To position Mia's body in your car, you used

your steering wheel lock to break

her bones and acetone to clean up, but...

see, acetone doesn't mask blood.

- Lucky for us, he's not a science teacher. - Lucky for us.

- You don't understand... - No, I don't.

I don't understand, and neither will the prosecutor, so

if you help us out...

I had an interview lined up.

At the Department of Education. Mia knew that.

- It was a good position. - So you were falsifying the results

to make yourself more attractive.

I didn't want to fight with her.

I tried to get the tests back from her,

but she just kept swatting me away.

So you killed her.

I just wanted my tests.

But then she started to scream, and...

I guess I must've...

I don't know.

Strangled her to shut her up.

I thought she would understand.

I mean, who really wants to teach

in a school like that, right?

What are the odds that any of them are ever

gonna amount to anything?

You boys both eat up.

I don't want y'all robbing some store

because your belly's got a case of the grumbles.

You know what, I appreciate it, Miss Julian.

Cellus,

where's your manners?

- Thank you, Miss Julian. - Don't talk

with your mouth full.

I heard from the UTF and they won't be able

to send any replacements until next year.

Well, Cellus is still gonna study hard,

right, Cellus? I mean, that crazy...

...lady...

won't have died for nothing.

I'm gonna do right by her.

And me, cher.

Because I'm gonna be your new tutor.

And you do not want

to get a "B" on my watch.

Understand?

Yes, Miss Julian.

What are you laughing about?

You're gonna get your GED.

And if you don't, I'll find some way

to put your scrawny behind in jail.

- Well, look, I got a job. - Oh, boo hoo.

Poor baby's gonna get tired.

You two aren't gonna make me waste my time, are you?

No, ma'am.

Okay. You two want anything else to eat?

- No, ma'am. Mm-mm. - Oh, of course you do. Miss?

- Yes? - Bring these young men some pie.

Oh, certainly.

Thank you.

Can't believe they gave Christine

- homework already. - Well, it's just

tracing letters to help develop her

- small motor skills. - Well, I should be thankful.

It's a good pre-school.

Right? Plus...

- the teachers are alive. - And Christine enjoys

the work. Without challenges, life becomes dull.

Guess that's why living

- with you is never dull. - You saying

- I'm a challenge? - Well, you're definitely not easy.

Oh, another tweet.

You don't have to announce every time you got one.

- I thought Jessica was doing that for you. - No, she felt

I'd learned enough to take over myself. My publisher

is very pleased. Look --

I have almost 3,000 followers.

Well, look at you.

You're tweeting about, uh, Caroline's teaching program?

Yes. And some people have even donated.

The sociological and anthropological effects

- of social media can be quite positive. - That's great,

- Bones. - I even learned to use emoticons.

Emoticons? No, no, you're not, uh, emoticon material

- type of woman. - Apparently I am.

- Smiley face, wink, wink. - Okay,

smiley face, wink, wink-- it's dinner time. Let's go.

- You cooked? - Course I cooked.

What do you think I been doing here the whole time?

- I hadn't really noticed. - Why haven't you noticed?

Because you been stuck in that whole tweety bird

kind of thing here. Come on.

I don't think you deserve this.

- Well, it smells good. - Course it's good stuff.

Look at this-- I made the homemade sauce,

I got salad, fresh bread.

Candles.

- Pretty romantic, Booth. - Yes, it's

amazing what you see

when you step out of the virtual world.

What are you doing? No, no, no, no, no, no.

What? I think my followers will appreciate this.

Really?

#BestHusbandEver.

That's not too bad. Yeah, that's good. Okay, you can

do that. How about a picture of me serving you?

No, I don't think so.

- Right. - Wine.

Yes. Wine, huh?

Tell you what-- why don't you take a selfie of us

drinking the wine and you can put #BottomsUp.

- I don't think that's a good idea. - Okay, hashtag...