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Somebody's in a good mood.

Yes.

Because today

I get the thumbs-up from Dr. Brennan.

Your dissertation proposal.

Has she talked to you already?

Not yet, but the subject

is historical statistical analysis

of bone deformations and their relationship

to disease prevention.

- Be still, my heart. - I know.

She talked about it during her last lecture at the NIH.

Well, if you need me to put in a good word or anything...

What? No.

I'm all grown up. I got this.

Okay, Captain Confidence.

Sexy.

Is that an e-mail from my mom?

Well, she's been...

e-mailing me recipes and stuff.

"Stuff"?

A few baby pictures,

which I will put in my blackmail folder.

Fesenjan? That's the recipe she sent?

Yeah, it looks delicious. Why?

Because it's one of the hardest Persian dishes to cook

and it's also a...

What?

What they make for weddings, usually.

So she's hinting.

In my family, a couple who's been together as long as we have,

they'd be married by now.

But I told her we weren't like that.

Yeah. Well, I guess it didn't take.

I told her we weren't even discussing it yet.

- But when we do... - But if we do...

"If"?

When... if...

It's-it's the same thing.

It's...

Oh... I've gotta run.

Dead body west of Baltimore.

You head in and set up the forensic platform.

I will meet you there with the remains.

Oh, it's hot out!

Cam said the remains were discovered by a couple of eco-herders.

Eco what?

It's the new hippie-dippie thing.

Instead of bulldozing a field,

you just let goats loose on it

'cause they'll eat anything.

Well, except human remains.

Goats are not carnivorous.

Apparently, the clothes were delicious, though.

Thank you.

So, okay, any idea what happened to the victim?

Uh, saw some drag marks up by the road.

Come on, I'll show you.

I imagine the goats trampled the remains.

That they did. And quite well.

Second generation pupal stage blowflies

set time of death six to seven days ago.

There is a significant amount of predation,

as well as fracturing,

not all it caused by the goats.

Well, no, but they did a number on the clothing.

I'm gonna need the goats to come back to the lab.

Excrement?

Well... we look where the evidence is.

Judging by the length of the hip axis,

the decedent was female,

of Mongoloid descent.

The wear on the mandibular teeth suggests

that she was in her late 20s.

Well, Aubrey was right.

Drag marks, they lead right up to the road.

And look at this.

Well, the discoloration indicates that an organic compound

was introduced to the existing layer of silt.

I was gonna go with "Pool of blood,"

But... what she said.

There's a lot of it. The victim probably bled out.

Hey, guys?

Not now, Bug Boy!

Oh, I could really use some help.

Really? Really, really?

All right, what the hell is he doing?

Hey! Come here!

- What the hell is he doing? - Some help, huh?

It's got the victim's watch!

No, no! No!

I don't think he can get him.

Come on... okay...

Well, go ahead. Help him out.

- You kidding? - Yeah, go.

Hodgins, I'm coming! Come here!

Hey! Aubrey!

Bag any excrement you can find!

Hey! Boy!

Come here, boy!

Ah, look at that, huh?

You're fast.

Give me the watch!

Come on...

What is that?

Uh, Dr. Brennan found Harris lines on the long bones,

suggesting the victim suffered from malnutrition as a child.

I sent Mr. Vaziri to retrieve a dual energy X-ray wand

to measure the victim's T-score.

It tests for bone density,

and it looks like she's gonna fail the test.

Negative 2.5.

Osteoporosis in a woman that young?

Well, the fracture pattern suggests

the bones are more brittle than normal.

This is interesting.

Robust brow ridges

and sternocleidomastoid muscle attachment sites.

She's Chinese.

Yes.

And she's missing the fourth and fifth phalanges on both feet.

What? Someone cut off her toes.

It could merely be predation or decomp.

It's too early to tell.

Very good, Mr. Vaziri.

You- you have to date the start of her malnutrition.

Use isotope analysis...

To determine place of birth

or any contributing environmental conditions.

- I'm all over it. - Great.

Is there anything else?

- Not for now. - Are you sure?

Yes.

I believe there is, Dr. Brennan.

I rarely forget.

Arastoo's dissertation?

Sweetie, I'm sure he's sweating bullets.

That's impossible to do.

It's fine.

Whenever you're ready.

Honey, just tell him that you approve,

so that he can breathe.

Well, I wouldn't want it to affect his work.

We'll discuss it later, Mr. Vaziri.

Well, I'm... I'm sure worrying would affect his work more.

I wouldn't want worrying to distract you.

I am not approving your dissertation proposal.

I hope that makes you feel better.

This is the watch the goat was chewing on.

Yeah. The other jewelry came out of the goats a little later,

so it must have all been on her.

Since the squints are saying she's poor and malnourished.

I'm guessing these aren't hers.

Especially since half of this stuff is for men.

So if she was a thief,

maybe she had a partner she betrayed?

Hodgins says that she was wearing some kind of a uniform.

So the victim could have been a housekeeper,

maybe worked for a caterer?

Well, when you work for rich people, you know,

it's pretty easy to poach things here and there.

Tell you what, take the rest of these things

and see if they've been reported stolen.

- Okay? - You got it.

Damn. So I have a full facial reconstruction

and no match on any available database.

So we can't I.D. her.

I think we can.

So, remember that watch that the goat thought was a snack?

Well, the serial number was all scratched,

and I managed to reconstitute it.

- Nice. - Right? Yeah.

A little medium-strength aqua regia,

some polish, and voila.

Now you just run the serial number.

Huh. So the watch belongs to a Sandra Zins.

Maybe she'll recognize the victim.

Excellent work, Dr. Hodgins.

Thank you very much.

And now I got one for you, Angie.

Little prize in the excrement-- some photo paper.

Oh. It's all torn up.

Yeah, that'll happen when it goes through the gastrointestinal tract.

Thought maybe you could figure out what the photo was.

Sure.

Poop paper.

Why not?

This watch, it was, uh, registered to you.

Yes.

Because it's mine.

You know this woman? You recognize her?

Of course. That's Theresa, my maid.

What is this about?

She was found dead earlier today.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

It appears as though she was murdered.

But she...

Oh, this is horrible.

How long did she work for you?

Three months.

She was so sweet.

And why would she have your watch?

I've no idea.

I didn't even know it was missing.

She was trying to start a new life here.

I speak a little Chinese, I thought I could...

help ease the transition for her, but...

My God.

You speak Chinese?

I spent much of my career in East Asia

working for an international relief agency.

That's where I met my late husband.

He was American-- an importer.

If I'd known she needed money,

I would have just given it to her.

Do you have her contact info, address, maybe?

No. I hired her through Sunny Helpers.

A man, Victor Lee, owns the place.

He handled payment, scheduling, everything.

Does she have any family?

All we know so far is what you told us,

but, tell you what,

- if you have anything else, just... - Of course.

If she needs someone...

to help with funeral arrangements or anything,

will you let me know?

Sure.

Oh. Dr. Saroyan, I had no idea you needed to see me.

Yeah, how could you just dismiss

Arastoo's dissertation proposal like that?

Because I was told his work would suffer if I didn't.

Well, I looked at his proposal-- his research was excellent.

I agree.

His skill is not in question.

A dissertation by someone as accomplished

as Mr. Vaziri should

lead research in a new direction.

And you can't work with what he's given you?

Well... I already have my doctorate.

The work is for Mr. Vaziri to do.

He was just trying to please you

by choosing a subject he thought you'd like.

Nothing could please me less.

It's my job to nurture trailblazers,

not sycophants.

He was crushed, Dr. Brennan.

Do you feel he's not capable of discussing this with me directly?

Of course not.

But it is common in hierarchical situations

for the person in charge to feel their stature threatened

by an underling's poor performance, and since...

No. N... I...

I just...

I have to get back to work.

I-I'm sorry to bother you.

I have owned Sunny Helpers for ten years.

I started the company when I moved here from China.

When did Theresa start working for you?

Three months ago.

She was from my village in Yanbian.

- You know of it? - No.

It is a place of great poverty, great despair.

I try to help give them jobs when they manage to leave.

I brought her, uh...

work visa.

Everything is legal.

Except when the employee starts stealing from the client.

I just found out.

Some clients called last week.

Must have been bad for business.

So maybe you, what, confronted her?

Things got out of hand?

No. I was going to confront her,

as you say, of course, but...

I never saw her again.

Have you tried contacting her?

With little money,

Min-Yung didn't have a permanent home.

She slept... wherever she could.

Unfortunately, she was not the first person to steal.

In Yanbian, sometimes it is the only way to survive.

Well, I'm gonna need a list of all of Min-Yung's clients.

- Of course. - Thank you.

I have a list here...

and the, uh, name.

A name?

I don't like to accuse a client,

but, uh, there was a client, a man.

Min-Yung said that he would make suggestions.

What, he was hitting on her?

She begged me not to interfere, so I didn't.

What if he was the one?

And I could have stopped it.

Do you have more evidence for me, Mr. Vaziri?

While articulating the skeleton, I noticed enlarged facets

at the distal ends of the radius and ulna

at the point of articulation with the carpals.

The victim's wrists were dislocated.

I didn't know what to make of it

until I examined

the pelvis and found straddle fractures.

Taken together, it's indicative of sexual assault.

Very good.

Min-Yung's boss told Booth

that one of her clients was making sexual advances on her.

The abrasions suggest the victim's wrists were tied.

The dislocations were caused by her struggle to get out.

During a sexual assault.

I'll ask Dr. Hodgins to reexamine the clothes

for semen and foreign fibers and particulates.

And now that Cam seems content

with my reasoning about your dissertation,

she can reexamine the tissue.

- What? - The tissue.

I'll tell Booth we may be looking for a sexual predator.

Dr. Brennan.

Yes, Mr. Vaziri.

I don't want you to think I told Cam to talk to you.

This is the first I've heard that she had.

She felt I was being unfair,

I told her trying to please me is not your assignment.

I said I felt you were more than capable

of coming up with a far more original

and compelling dissertation proposal.

Was I wrong?

I trust your judgment.

Which is why I asked for you to be my mentor.

Excellent choice.

Heard you were looking for me.

Oh, that's really nice of you.

I've already eaten, but thanks.

What? Oh, no, this is mine.

I can order you more, if you want.

That's okay.

All right, w-what'd you want me for then?

Did a background check on Min Yung's clients.

Okay, what am I looking at here?

Jeremy Walford, 34.

Used to be a teacher at a local prep school.

Tuna melt from the diner really travels well.

Okay, why do I care about this guy?

Min Yung's getting hit on,

Walford's a registered sex offender.

Got the boot from his teaching job

for improper conduct with female students.

Asian female students.

Min Yung was cleaning his house the day she disappeared.

Thought you'd find that interesting.

Imagine the photo op--

we bring down a pedophile- come-murderer.

Seriously?

What? It's good press.

You can have a fry if you want.

I don't want a fry.

Okay, this is not about the press, okay?

This is about bringing

a woman's killer to justice. You got it?

So, just go find this Walford guy, and bring him in.

All right, soon as I...

No, no. Now.

Do it now.

- Blood-sugar issue. - Now!

Come on, I want the food, man.

Hey, I'm still into analyzing the tissue,

but so far I can't find any evidence of sexual assault...

That's not why I'm here.

Why did you talk to Dr. Brennan?

That was probably a mistake.

- "Probably"? - I did it for you.

- My intention was pure, Arastoo. - It was?

Your intention was to protect me, which implies

that I can't take care of myself.

Which implies a lack of faith in me.

Which implies a lack of respect.

No... What do you mean?

I have complete faith in you.

What is it, Cam?

This reticence you have every time we get close.

Really close.

Okay, I-I understand that you're upset.

If...

we talk about marriage.

That's what you said: "If."

- Marriage? - Yes.

W-We've been seeing each other,

basically living together, for over a year.

It's a topic that would be normal to discuss,

- but every time you run. - Arastoo, I...

It's not Dr. Brennan I can't deal with, Cam.

I think it's you.

You're a registered sex offender, Jeremy.

Theresa was just my maid.

I've been good,

ask my therapist, court-appointed,

he'll tell you.

How do you explain Theresa complaining

about you to her boss?

She was cute.

I-I asked her out a couple times,

but it never went anywhere, so I dropped it.

Where did you go after she left your place last Monday night?

I didn't.

I stayed home,

- watched TV. - You got no alibi

and a predilection for asian girls.

It is not looking good for you, Jeremy.

I need more here, or I'm gonna

have to lock you up tonight with a bunch of guys

- who really don't like molesters. - Okay!

I...

walked her to the bus stop once.

Maybe I was a little insistent, but when she pushed me

away to get on the bus, that was it.

- I swear. - Where did she live?

I have no idea.

She'd just get on the bus.

What bus?

The 22.

Toward Highlandtown.

Is that enough?

To not get me locked up?

Nope.

So

finding out the bus she took is a big help,

but hopefully I can use particulates to narrow down

where she actually lived along the route.

I'm looking through the treads on her shoes now.

Would evidence of histoplasmosis help?

Cave disease? Yeah.

Yeah, you bet. Because right now what I'm getting off the treads,

it's-it's giving me a pretty big area.

Well, look, there's evidence of granulomas in her lungs.

So she had to have lived

someplace where she could have inhaled bat guano.

Man, excrement is our friend on this one.

Okay, if I cross-reference bat caves...

I actually just said "Bat caves."

Continue, Dr. Hodgins.

Right, so, if I cross-reference caves with the particulates

that I pulled off her treads

and the 22 bus route...

Yep, that's a bingo.

There's only one cave in the area--

it's about three miles from a bus stop.

And, look, there's a few houses around.

One pretty close to where the body was found.

Do you hear that?

Mr. Lee.

I'm guessing it's not a coincidence to find you here.

Agent Booth, I, uh...

This is not a good time. Perhaps I could

visit you tomorrow. I-I'm sorry.

Oh, you know, that's not gonna work, you understand?

We got a warrant, okay?

Anyone here with you?

No. It's an old house.

It creaks.

Guess it's got a cough, too.

What's down there? Come on.

Easy.

- You got him? - Yeah.

Oh, my God.

They don't just work for you, huh? They're your slaves.

I finished separating the ante-, peri- and postmortem wounds,

and I found this-- evidence of blunt-force trauma

to the anterior surfaces of the ribs and sternum.

There's remodeling but it's slight.

- Perhaps a week's worth? - I'll bet whoever beat Min-Yung

before her murder came back to finish the job.

It's not our job to speculate.

But she could have been fighting back.

Maybe Victor Lee found out she was gonna tell the authorities.

The damage you discovered on the bones is very helpful,

Mr. Vaziri. I'll tell Booth.

I remember the first morning I woke up as a citizen.

It meant everything to me.

But I never thought anything like this could happen here.

Anthropologically speaking, in any society,

one group will always occupy a higher status

and will exploit those who are more vulnerable.

15,000 people a year are brought into this country to be slaves.

- Are we just supposed to accept that? - No,

Mr. Vaziri, we fight it.

No matter what the anthropological reasons,

we fight to make the world a better place.

Make sure we got measurements of the rooms...

Get those three girls some water...

Look, Alex,

this is a homicide investigation, okay?

If the State Department wants to play along,

that is fine, but not a word...

Come on, Booth, this is a human trafficking case.

If I don't make myself known, my department looks

like it doesn't care.

- And I do. - Fine.

You stay in your lane, we'll stay in our lane.

That's fine, but let's do this fast.

I got to move all these women to a holding facility

so we can figure out their legal status.

No, no, no. You can't lock them up.

They've been locked up ever since they got here.

They'll be cared for.

But they obtained their visas under false pretenses.

That's not their fault.

They were lied to. My God.

Look at them. They're terrified.

Relax, okay? Everybody? All right?

We're not doing anything till we get

the details of the murder.

And their status.

Look, if they deserve asylum,

it could be Christmas for these folks, kid.

Now, I got a translator waiting.

You want to question them or not?

Have a seat.

I'm Agent Booth.

I'm here to find out what happened to your friend Min-Yung.

This is Chao-xing, but she's known as Tammy here.

She'll be speaking for the group.

I need to talk to everyone.

Look at them, Booth, they're not gonna talk.

Be thankful they trust Tammy.

Do you recognize this woman?

- It's Min-Yung. - When was the last time you saw her?

Last week, Monday night.

I just came home from work at the nail salon.

And she came back from cleaning houses.

That means she was killed Monday night.

Look, Min-Yung was hurt.

She was bruised. Someone hit her.

Looks like you were hit, too.

Who hit you?

Get him out of here!

Let's go.

Tammy,

it's okay, it's okay.

You're safe with Agent Booth.

All of us are here to help you.

That's a really nice bag.

Did you bring that with you from Yanbian?

Did you make it?

My daughter.

She stitched the pattern.

It's our mountain back home.

How old is your daughter?

Eight.

Her name is Yena.

I came to help her, to help my family.

He said he'd hurt Yena.

He said it'd be easy.

He'd hurt us and our families.

Who said that?

Victor.

- Son of a bitch. - Traffickers threaten

to maim or kill family members all the time.

It's easier than using locks and chains.

Is Yena okay?

Can I talk to my daughter?

Please, I need to hear her voice.

He wouldn't let us call home.

D-Do I really have to translate?

Andy Dolmar.

You got to be kidding me.

How does this lowlife afford you?

Sometimes I do pro bono work, you know?

I'm sure you do-- during tax deduction time.

I have a busy day, Agent Booth.

You've yet to prove anything against my client, so...

He's keeping slaves.

Kid, my client believed

all of his employees were legal immigrants.

I think we're done here. He maintains his innocence.

Right, he can maintain it in jail. Let's go.

Come on. This guy's getting paid by someone else. Come on.

We know you beat those women, Victor.

I don't care how many snakes you hire.

You're gonna pay.

So I put together all the poop paper

that Hodgins got from the goats.

And your genius saved the day?

Yeah, but you're not paying attention.

Sorry. Um...

Oh, you did it. It's fuzzy,

but, um, I'm with you. Continue.

Is this about your fight with Arastoo?

Oh, God.

We're office gossip now?

No, it's because we care about you two, Cam.

Well, uh, we're... we're fine, Angela.

I d...I do appreciate your concern,

but we are fine.

Okay.

You've I.D.'d the man in Min-Yung's photo?

Almost. I-I ran the photo

through the State Department's database,

figuring that he was an immigrant too,

but I came up with five matches

because of the image quality.

Number Three.

Based on the prominent zygomatics,

your man is Number Three, Sung Dae Park.

Okay, let's see what info we have on him.

Oh, he's also from Yanbian.

Been here two and a half years.

- Oh, Sung is a fugitive. - What?

He's wanted in Yanbian for the murder of Min-Yung's father.

That's probably why he escaped to the States--

to evade law enforcement.

And that's why Min-Yung was so determined to get here.

To avenge her father's murder.

But it seems like when she confronted him,

Sung killed her.

Find Sung?

Seems he works construction.

I checked out crews local to the area.

Turns out one uses predominantly Asian workers.

Crew's working over on Litchfield.

Right, okay, well, then if that's all we got,

it's our...our best bet, let's get going.

One more thing.

An apology, I guess.

I was sort of ass-like.

Because you were looking at other people's pain

for what it could do for your own career.

Yeah.

But once I saw those women,

thought about Min-Yung's life and how she died...

Ass.

Yeah. Won't happen again.

Right. Yes, it will.

But, uh, what you have here is a good start, so...good boy.

Okay. Just kind of sounded like you were treating me like a dog.

Aubrey, I don't have a tennis ball I can throw

- out the front door here, so let's go. - Wow, okay.

That's very insulting, you know that? Even to an ass.

Dr. Brennan, we've already catalogued

all the injuries.

And yet we don't know how she died.

She bled out.

But why?

To fully exsanguinate, we can postulate

that at least one major artery was severed.

If that were the case, evidence of the murder weapon

would most likely be found near those arteries.

So we look again?

We do.

I should thank you, Dr. Brennan.

For what?

For busting me. For making me work harder.

My career is about more than pleasing you.

I should make a difference.

Well, perhaps you won't.

Excuse me?

We can never accurately predict

what results our efforts will generate,

but as Tennyson said --

"I follow up the quest.

espite of day and night

and death and hell."

There's something in the pitting from the osteoporosis.

Feel the left transverse process

of the C5 on the anterior surface.

Feels like a tiny puncture.

See if there are any other nicks on the surrounding bones.

I'll ask Dr. Hodgins

to swab the puncture for trace.

Perhaps we can I.D. the weapon.

Why am I here?

You killed a girl.

And I want to know why.

Min-Yung?

- She is dead? - We found her body...

in a field, in the middle of nowhere, where you left her.

You found her here?

In the United States?

Yeah. Where else?

- He looks upset. - Yeah, because he's been caught.

That is not possible.

My Min-Yung is back in Yanbian.

- Your Min-Yung? - Yes.

We were to be married, but...

She's not here.

You... you must have made a mistake.

No, you're the one who made the mistake,

'cause we know you killed her father.

Yes. I killed him.

Why would she marry

the man who killed her father?

He did things.

Terrible things. He was selling her

to someone in the village.

When I saw him...

beating her...

I did it for her. She knew. She-She loved me.

Yeah, but you ran.

- You left her. - To make money.

For a new life for us.

But the people who brought me here,

they took everything.

He was traffic like she was?

Welcome to hell, kid.

I was to send for her,

but I could not.

Are you sure this is Min-Yung?

Yeah.

She must have come

to find me.

Her death is my fault.

Why would anyone hurt her?

She was kind and she...

she-she was my heart.

What's gonna happen to him?

He's wanted for murder back home.

Well, you just gonna send him back?

I'm gonna put him in the system.

- I have to. - Yeah, but if he was just protecting her...

All right, look, look, you just gotta do something.

You got to make sure he's treated fairly back there.

- It's the least you can do. - Thanks.

Because I needed to be reminded to be fair.

Find the girl's killer.

'Cause if you don't, that guy's gonna fry for it.

- Why? - Why, why -- because, you know, he's got motive.

He's an immigrant, all right? He's an easy target.

It's a prosecutor's dream. That's why.

Sung told Booth that Roth Construction

and Sunny Helpers use the same recruiters,

so I looked into their financial background

to see if I could find any connection.

She loved Sung so much

that she walked through the snow and over

mountains to get here to be with him.

And that's how she lost her toes.

They were so close to finding each other.

Okay, don't make me cry, honey, I'm working.

So I traced the two investors back through

a series of shell corporations and overseas accounts, and

you're not gonna believe what I came up with.

- What is Common Reach? - It's the company

that owns both Sunny Helpers and Roth Construction.

They also have factories in China and Yanbian.

And it's run by the woman whose watch

was found on Min-Yung.

Sandra Zins.

Andy Dolmar. You've got to be kidding me.

You know him, Booth?

Yeah, it's Victor Lee's lawyer, too.

This dirtbag gets around.

All right, let's relax with the name-calling.

No, I tell you what-- why don't we have one more,

just for your client, okay?

- Human trafficking murderer. - I never murdered anyone,

and you have no proof that I did.

I helped needy people...

- You import slaves. - I'm an immigrant myself.

I know how hard it is

to get on here. That's what it takes in America.

All of these women received a salary...

Just enough to keep paying the people who brought them here.

I'm sure you got a taste of that, too.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Ms. Zins is an upstanding member

- of the community... - You know what-- let's bring in the facts,

okay, shall we...

dirtbag? Here come the facts.

Hello, I'm Alex Radziwill with the State Department.

- You're with the State Department? - Yeah. They need somebody

low to the ground to deal with the bottom-feeders.

Hard data shows you finance

and benefit from a trafficking ring out of Yanbian.

How did they get these?

You used your connections in Asia

to bring those people to this country

so you could exploit them.

You are going to prison for a very,

- very long time. - Very long time.

And on top of this, we can add the murder charge.

- No, I've never killed anyone. - I think we're done here.

I will look these over.

So unless you want to arrest my client...

Great idea. You know what? I'd love to.

- Come on in. - No...

You are under arrest.

No.

Wait, wait!

I was giving them a chance!

Booth doesn't have enough for a murder charge.

If we don't find something in 24 hours,

he's going to have to let Sandra Zins go.

I may have something.

An abrasion on the inferior margin of the mandible.

I cast a mold of the abrasion so we can match it

to the other and hopefully get a murder weapon.

Excellent work as usual, Mr. Vaziri.

The marks appear to be serrations.

- It has to be some kind of knife. - I disagree!

The striations are too broad for a knife.

But based on the location and directionality,

the wound would've severed the carotid artery.

- So, we found cause of death? - Yes.

You did. I'll give this mold to Angela

so she can start looking for a weapon.

Okay, well, the serrations don't appear

to be caused by a blade, sweetie.

More like grooves than serrations.

Exactly.

So, I'm going to remove any knife

or bladed tool.

And anything without a pointed tip

because of the puncture wound on the C-5.

Right.

That leaves the grater.

The grater comes the closest, but it's too wide,

and it doesn't have the right point.

The grater... it's like a ridging pattern.

Just... ridging to smooth.

Uh, you know you're just babbling now, right?

To smooth.

Nails. Nails. A manicure.

Could you run that by me one more time?

That's how she died.

From a bad manicure?

- Bring up the instruments used in a manicure. - Okay.

That one-- the cuticle pusher.

Really? That doesn't look very deadly.

But it was.

I'll tell Booth.

Well, how did the...?

It's okay. I don't need to know.

Wouldn't dream of holding you up.

Booth? Booth? Found the murder weapon.

It was a cuticle pusher.

- Oh, like, for nails? - Yes.

I-I don't know if this helps with Sandra Zins,

- but... - No, it doesn't.

No, not at all, but it... it does solve the case.

- You did it. - What? How? You...

I usually know when I've solved the case.

Booth, this is very disconcerting.

Booth!

Tammy, we know you killed Min-Yung.

I didn't kill anyone.

Okay, look, we know that you worked at a nail salon. You just...

You used a cuticle pusher.

You stabbed her with it

repeatedly until she bled out.

No.

Booth-- her strap.

It looks like it might have been used

to cause the dislocations on the victim's wrists.

We need her bag.

Can you have her put her bag on the table?

There's blood.

Why would she use the bag to tie up Min-Yung?

Not tie her up, Booth.

Drag her.

She wrapped the strap around Min-Yung's wrist,

giving her increased leverage to drag her off the road.

It was her fault.

Wait, wait. What? Wh-Why?

The week before...

Victor found out Min-Yung was sneaking out of the house.

Sneaking out?

Looking for Sung.

The man from her village.

The man she loved.

Victor-- he beat her.

That's consistent with the remodeled injuries on the sternum.

Victor said, if he caught her again,

he would punish us all.

Even your families back home.

You killed her to stop her.

She said she loved him.

She had to find him.

But we also love people.

Our families.

My daughter.

She hadn't done anything wrong.

I had to protect her.

I'm sorry.

Dr. Brennan approved my new dissertation subject.

You came up with a new one already?

I figured I may as well let something good

come out of all this sadness,

so, I'm gonna focus on forensic methods

to prove human rights atrocities.

Maybe if we can identify the crimes,

it might stop the people committing them.

I know it sounds naive, but...

No, it sounds perfect.

And when I'm not being such a jerk,

I would expect nothing less from you.

I shouldn't have pushed you about...

you know.

Marriage. It's okay.

You can say it.

If you're not going home right away,

maybe you want to come over.

I made fesenjan.

Hey, you almost ready?

Uh, yeah, almost.

Okay. Do you think that that can wait until tomorrow?

I guess.

- Is something wrong? - No. I just...

I just want to go home and give Michael Vincent a hug.

Then this can definitely wait until tomorrow.

Christine's asleep.

She wanted me to tell you that she loves you.

And she wants pancakes shaped like Mickey Mouse for breakfast.

Ah... I can handle that. Cheers.

Don't ever let me take any of this for granted, Bones.

How lucky we are.

I won't.

I just can't stop thinking about Tammy and that...

and the situation that she was in.

If-if I was in that situation,

how I would protect you and-and Christine.

Life puts us in untenable positions.

And out of those-- it sounds horrible, but...

if Min-Yung hadn't been killed,

scores of people would still be living as slaves.

Silver lining?

Yeah.

For me, I keep thinking about her trying to find Sung.

I could have so easily been like her,

just missing the opportunity to live my life with you.

I would thank a God, if I believed in one.

Then I'll do it for you.

Okay? Here.

There it is.