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Bones, where's the kid?

- Who's that with Zack? - Naomi from Palaeontology.

Naomi and Zack slept together a month ago. Since then, she hasn't returned a single call.

- You working on anything interesting? - Me?

Yeah, yeah. A three-dimensional model of an Etruscan burial crypt.

- You? - Yeah. Oh, God, yeah. Very exciting.

- Some silt profiles. - Mm, mm.

God, Etruscan burial crypts are so boring.

Oh, man, I know. I mean, silt profiles?

- You know what we need? - A murder investigation.

Brennan and Booth are out front now waiting for Zack.

There's a case? Why didn't you say so?

Zack, you gotta go!

Oh, she really bolted. Doesn't look good for Zack.

- Come on, Zack. Shake it off. Be a man. - You OK, honey?

She said, "Take a hint." I asked, "What hint?"

Naomi said if she told me, it wouldn't be a hint, it would be a statement.

Throw yourself into your work.

You really do hate slime profiles. Have a little compassion.

I understood the words. I do not comprehend her meaning.

- Did you tell Naomi that? - Yes.

She said, "Ask your friends", if I have any.

Hodgins is right. Let's not keep Booth waiting.

- Somebody is decomposing as we speak. - Get out there and bring us home a case.

- We've got a dead body in a prep school. - Good morning to you, too.

You're successful with women, right? They like you.

- It's prestigious, a lot of rich kids. - I thought it was good to say good morning.

If a woman said to you, "Take a hint", what would it mean?

Can we just concentrate on the job?

Thank you. Now, I know the sheriff out there. She's mostly OK.

But the school's got a lot of pull in the county

and she's probably trying to scrape the case off on us.

What I'm saying is it's not just a crime scene, it's a political situation.

So when we get there, you follow my lead and you pay attention.

You'd call after every sexual encounter? That's the good thing...

Look, this is a work mode. This is a work zone. You do not talk sex at work.

First I'm too task-oriented,

then when I say good morning, you say I should concentrate on the job.

Look, we got about a 45-minute drive, hm?

What do you say we pass it in quiet meditation?

- Can I talk now? - No.

- OK, we're here now. - My car, my rules, period.

FBI. Seeley Booth and a forensic anthropologist.

Dr Temperance Brennan, Jeffersonian Institute.

Plus one crack assistant.

- I'll need to see some ID, please. - This reminds me of where I went to school.

You don't get much farther from the real world. Whose kids go here is classified.

Agent Booth, Dr Brennan, I'll lead you to Mr Sanders, head of security.

- Aim us in the right direction. We'll find it. - All outsiders are to be escorted, sir.

Huh. "Omnia mea mecum porto." What does that mean, huh? "Regular people stay out"?

"I carry with me all my things."

I knew that.

- Hey, Seeley. How's it going? - Congratulations on being elected full sheriff.

Very impressive.

I'm Leo Sanders, head of security. This is Headmaster Peter Ronson.

- Where are the human remains? - Dr Brennan and her assistant Jack, uh...

- Zack Addy. - Could you show me to the remains?

Even though the school was mostly empty during the two-week break...

I don't know if you remember me, but we worked together.

- Bones found in a culvert a year ago? - I remember the bones and the culvert.

Bones, being nice to the locals and remembering their names, it wouldn't hurt.

Our term break ends tomorrow. I'd like to get this tidied up so the students never know.

But we don't know what happened. Did anyone touch the body?

- I doubt it. It's grisly. - Not big on small talk, is she?

Dr Brennan's very focused.

Where are the remains?

Bones.

Is that a student?

It's a secure campus. Must be student, staff or faculty.

Video first. Don't disturb the crows.

That'd be a shame - disturb the flesh-eating birds.

Want to increase the perimeter? Gentlemen, give my forensic anthropologist some room.

Your forensic anthropologist?

Agent Booth, if you decide it's suicide, it's my problem.

Actually, the person who decides if this was a suicide is me.

- Give the bone lady some room. - I'm glad we had that chat about being nice.

I don't like sheriffs. They're elected. Their goal is being re-elected, not the truth.

- I got video. - Go to stills.

- Can we just get him down from there? - There's a lot of work to do before that.

- Step back. - I'm the headmaster.

And this is a crime scene. Step back.

- I'm gonna need an evidence bag. - Heads up.

I'm gonna need a bigger bag.

I make this a male. Approximately five foot six, 130 pounds.

From the looks of his sternum and skull, I'd say mid-adolescence, say 14 to 17.

- High cheekbones. You think Asian? - I'm getting a Hispanic vibe.

There is a significant Crematogaster ant colony in the tree that fed on the body,

as well as tabanid maggots. I'll give you a time of death when I find out who ate what.

Check for insect pupa and larva. See what drugs might have been in his system.

He was wearing this.

Catholic boy.

One-by-two forceps.

- What is that? - Cochlear implant.

The birds were trying to get it.

That would set a boy apart from others, being deaf.

Get a serial number.

I'll get X-rays and 3-D imaging of the entire skeleton.

I didn't talk at school. I didn't kill myself.

That wasn't a high school. It was an experimental eugenics programme.

How hard is it to find which student is missing?

We can't call parents and say, "We found a body. Where is your child?"

- We can do a roll call. - Our high-risk students are accounted for.

- High risk? - The ones with bodyguards.

- What are our options vis-�-vis publicity? - Not my concern.

There are students we don't want the whole world to know about.

It's a suicide. We're not asking you to forego the glory of catching a murderer.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Booth.

We'll have the identity within the hour.

- That's fast. - Know what a cochlear implant is?

- Hearing aid? - Not exactly.

It's a more sophisticated piece of equipment...

- Can you get the serial number? - Yes. What's interesting...

Oh, you can fill me in later.

- But the interesting thing is that his... - That's correct.

- What? - That is interesting.

- Are you drunk or something? - We'll catch up later and...

I'm not certain his death is a suicide.

You know, we'll grab some Chinese food and you can fill me in later on the boring details.

Sorry.

Death is upsetting to a community as tight as ours.

Well, you're famous for keeping your students safe.

You can't be held responsible if a student kills himself.

We all agree that suicide is the only feasible conclusion.

- We understand each other. - Hm. Sure as hell do.

I'll need a complete enrolment list including teachers, staff, students.

That's extremely confidential.

Well, you know, luckily I'm good at keeping secrets.

What? It's not suicide? What the hell is that?

We can't have just anyone contaminate the boring details.

The boring details... Do not push me. "Boring details" was my signal for you to stop talking.

- I want a card. - I want a gun.

- You shot someone. - He was a bad guy.

- Who's our victim? - All the boring details?

- Let it go, Bones. Move on. - Don't call me Bones.

We traced the implant to Dr Maurice Ledbetter at Cedars-Sinai,

who placed it in a boy named Nestor Olivos.

Nestor Olivos, student visa, son of a Venezuelan ambassador. What else?

- You want all the boring details? - Let it go, Bones.

Don't call me Bones!

- The boy's hyoid bone is broken. - Strangulation, it's always broken.

- In adults. This was a boy. - His hyoid is flexible, unbreakable.

Well, maybe the kid's got some kind of Venezuelan brittle-bone syndrome.

I'm just trying to help. So he was murdered?

I don't know what happened to the boy. I don't have all the facts.

How hard can it be? A kid hanging from a tree. It's a suicide.

Is Hanover Prep stirring the pudding?

Of course. Every mover and shaker's connected to that school.

- "The future of the country's at stake." - I want to declare it a murder to shake...

I'm not gonna declare it a murder just so you can "shake things up".

- The evidence is ambiguous at best. - Well, unambiguise it, please, Dr Goodman.

Look, you're experienced within your field of bones, right? Doesn't your gut say suicide?

- I don't use my gut for that, sir. - She doesn't.

Like all of us at the Jeffersonian, Dr Brennan prefers science to the digestive tract.

- What about your gut? - My gut says it stinks.

- Smells with his gut, what's his nose for? - All right, all right.

In order for an investigation to occur, you, Dr Brennan, have to declare it a murder.

Without an investigation, we can't,

but there's no investigation unless Dr Brennan declares it a murder.

Shall I send for a philosopher?

They're saying it's my call.

You see? It's how you talk to these people.

My official finding is that Nestor Olivos...

is a victim of a homicide.

- Thank you. - For what?

- For going with my instincts in there. - I did not.

I bought time to find the facts I need to tell me what happened to Nestor Olivos.

- What's with you and the school? - They thought we understood each other.

I don't like people who think they're better than others.

- Some people are better than others. - What you just said there is so un-American.

All men are equal. Either you believe that or you don't.

Some people are smarter than others. There's no use being offended by the fact.

- What are we gonna tell Nestor's parents? - We tell them their son was found dead.

"We're looking into it. Sorry for your loss."

- And we are. - What?

Sorry for their loss. It's sad.

- Try to remember that. - I'm not a sociopath.

You're bad with people, OK? No use being offended by the fact.

- Hanging from a tree at the school? - I'm afraid so, Ambassador Olivos.

We will provide you with full details when Dr Brennan finishes her investigation.

- Will you need us to identify his remains? - That won't be necessary.

When did you last hear from Nestor?

A few days after his holiday began. He went with a friend to Nova Scotia.

- We received an email. - Can we have a copy?

It'll help us determine exactly when the victim died.

Your son. We're very sorry for your loss.

There was nothing to suggest in the email that Nestor was unhappy, not enough to...

We would like to take him home.

We must petition the church to bury him in consecrated ground.

Nestor was an altar boy. They will bury him properly.

When will you release him to us?

That's up to Dr Brennan.

- What did Naomi mean by, "Take a hint"? - Ooh.

- What did I do wrong? - It's not what you did wrong.

It's what you didn't do.

- Where do you learn this? - Some things you learn by doing.

Riding a bike, driving a car, pleasing a woman.

- I can't ride a bike or drive a car. - Or, apparently, please a woman.

I need specific instructions - a list of techniques or a sequence of moves.

- I'm not the guy to ask. - You've slept with 10,000 women.

Our relationship is about what's up here.

What you need to do is talk to someone more... earthy.

As a psychiatrist, I'm bound by patient confidentiality.

In the absence of a warrant, I can't divulge the specifics of my meetings with Nestor Olivos.

I can tell you that he was at extreme risk of suicide.

There are no indications he was on antidepressants.

- I can only make recommendations. - Was he depressed enough to hang himself?

He was alienated by culture, language, his handicap, his own social awkwardness, yes.

Thank you for coming down, Dr Petty. As we suspected, suicide.

A depressed and lonely boy hangs himself over the holiday.

So how does the son of an ambassador go missing for two weeks and nobody notices?

The school thought Nestor was vacationing with his roommate.

The school requested and received a waiver from Ambassador Olivos.

I was in Venezuela last year. It's unstable politically.

The family received threats - we were cognisant of that -

but you aren't suggesting that some kind of Venezuelan hit squad

assassinated a student at Hanover Prep?

Like the doctor said, it's a simple case of a depressed boy ending his life,

not a Tom Clancy novel.

Yeah. We'll start with Nestor's roommate tomorrow morning.

It's your investigation.

# Everybody's looking for something

Hey.

- I'll say this. She's tall. - Temperance Brennan, meet Sid, the owner.

- Hey. Bone lady. - The sign says "Wong Foo's".

Family name changed at Ellis Island.

- I'll get your meal. - But we didn't order.

Sid knows what people want better than they do.

Nestor's bones are normal. Not brittle in any way.

This is my getaway place, you know?

The grooves left in the branch are too deep for Nestor's weight.

Please, everyone, just sit down.

Eggs and larva show that the insects which fed on the body are indigenous to the tree,

which means he died there approximately ten to 14 days ago.

- I'll have the seven-organ soup. - You don't order.

He didn't void. Somebody hangs themselves, bodily fluids everywhere.

There was plenty of effluent in his clothes, but post decomposition.

As the body swells, it bursts. How does he know what you want?

- He has a knack. - His name is Sid.

Birds ate his eyes, ears, worked their way into the skull.

Birds pecking - could that crack the hyoid?

No. It's caused by the rope against his throat, not postmortem.

You put a sensitive adolescent in a prep school,

add alienation, cultural differences, pressure from high-achieving parents.

- It could be suicide. - It's not a suicide.

Because Booth thinks prep schools turn out criminals.

We all went to private school.

- We fight criminals. We're crime-fighters. - No. Not... You're...

- I'm just saying it's not a suicide. - I'm a big believer in instinct.

Finally a squint with an open mind.

You have no idea how open-minded I can be.

What's with these pictures? This is a restaurant. People come here to eat.

What's the matter with you? What the hell did you bring in my place?

- I had nothing to do with it. - This is exactly what I want.

- It's amazing. The guy definitely has a knack. - Ooh!

- You do take orders. - Of course we do.

But it's always better when you leave it to me. Booth.

All right, I'll take care of it. The boy died ten to 14 days ago?

Bugs buzz, but they do not lie.

Hodgins is very good at using insects to ascertain the time of death.

How do you explain an email that was sent seven days ago from Nova Scotia?

See? Look at that. It stinks.

Go ahead, smell it. You know you want to smell it. It stinks.

- Don't smell that. - No, no, you gotta taste it.

- Angela, it's so good. Mm. - That's really gross.

- You and Nestor were roommates? - Yes, sir.

- You invited him over for the vacation? - We have a summer home on Cape Breton.

Nestor decided to go back to Venezuela.

- What did the other kids say about Nestor? - Nestor was different.

He used to be deaf so he talked like... Some kids called him "retard".

- Tucker, don't say retard. - I never called him that.

He went to church even though nobody made him go. People thought that was weird.

- Did Nestor have a girlfriend? - There was a girl he liked. He never said who.

- Tucker, you're lying to a federal agent. - Careful, Agent Booth.

An email was sent to Nestor's parents saying what a great time he was having.

The only thing is that Nestor was already dead.

- Was it you? - I'd prefer he didn't answer.

No, Dawn. If it was Tucker, he has to admit it.

- You know the dodge. - You backed him up cos he was with a girl.

- Tucker! - I know. I'm sorry, but he begged me.

- What girl? - I don't know. I thought Nestor made her up.

I sent an email. That's all.

Dr Brennan,

can you spare a moment for the Venezuelan ambassador?

Thank you.

Is there something I can do for you?

I understand that you are very good at your job, Dr Brennan.

- But I think you are not a mother, correct? - No. I'm not a mother.

Please watch this.

All a mother wants to know is that she has raised her child well,

that he will grow up to be a good man.

I will never see this.

I will never know.

The day Nestor received his implant...

Nestor.

Te amo, mi amor.

- The first day he could hear. - The first thing he heard was my voice.

Te amo, mi amor. Yo... S�...

His mother's voice. I told him I loved him.

Yo te amo. �Me entiendes? Dile a papi que nos quiere. Dile que...

The child who has lived through this miracle would never take his own life.

You're a scientist.

You need more than a mother's reassurance, fine.

My husband and I have many enemies. That is why I sent Nestor to Hanover.

They promised us that he would be safe.

What if they failed? They would not want to admit it.

They would do everything they could to bias you toward suicide.

I promise you I will find out the truth.

Thank you.

Swan dive, cannonball, cherry bomb -

no matter how he jumps, the hyoid does not break.

What about added weight?

We figure an added strain of 90 kilos to snap the hyoid.

90 kilos is just under 200 pounds. The weight of a muscular man.

The Venezuelan hit-squad thing? For one thing, it's nuts.

And another, the guy would have to be about 20 feet tall.

I'm out of alternative scenarios to explain this hyoid break.

- I want to take a look at his room. - What exactly do you hope to find?

- Stay here. - Yeah, right. That's gonna happen.

- You all right? - Are you?

Check his ID.

His name's Tovar Comara. He's security at the Venezuelan embassy.

If he's security, why'd he run?

We would like know what Se�or Comara was doing in Nestor's room.

I asked Se�or Comara to go to Nestor's room to prove a point.

- That suicide was not the only possibility. - Proof that an outsider can get in.

The school informed me that his death was a suicide, that anything else was impossible.

We proved them correct. I failed to escape without being detected.

The school lied.

Dr Brennan already declared your son's death a homicide.

- I apologise. I was misinformed. - I won't be pressing any charges.

Thank you.

Please excuse me.

Tenemos otra diligencia en media hora.

- Do you think he was killed by outsiders? - Not Venezuelan insurgents.

They would make a statement, not fake a suicide. This hanging...

- Huele mala. - Hm.

Sure, you know, someone says "it smells" in a Spanish accent

and all of a sudden you're like, "Hm. Interesting."

- What are we looking for? - I talked to Nestor's teachers, a few students.

He was a loner.

Well, I mean, he went to his classes, but, you know, mainly he just stayed here in his room.

That's it. So I figured we'd come here and you'd do your little anthropologist thing.

OK.

He liked music. Heavy percussion, low frequencies for the most part.

The stuff he probably liked before the implant.

He could feel the vibrations in his chest.

After the implant, he started enjoying stuff with more melody.

He was growing. He enjoyed it.

- Enjoyment is the opposite of suicide. - You've decided this isn't a suicide.

You're collecting evidence to support that and missing indicators.

So why'd he throw this away? It's flute music. That's reason enough, but where's the case?

- These aren't organised. - Well, girls organise.

Guys are more organic, you know? Good stuff up to the left, crap...

Bottom right.

Look at that.

I mean, if he hated it, why'd he reburn it?

This isn't a CD.

It's a DVD.

I should've known. It's a 15-year-old boy. It's porn.

Wait.

- That's our hanging victim. - This is pretty kinky stuff.

I need to know where and when it was shot, anything else that might help.

I need stills and a close-up of the girl's face.

Thanks, Booth. My seven-organ soup is repeating on me.

Well, you ordered. You should've left it to Sid.

Let's see what the school has to say about this.

That was not wild and kinky sex. It was very, very basic beginner stuff.

Just so you know.

Angela, you got any bicarbonate?

- We've seen this kind of thing. - Kids recording themselves?

Young people are more jaded than they used to be. They swap these tapes.

- Surprised to see Nestor. - But not to see the girl?

- How is that relevant? - You know a better question?

Why do you think you get to decide what's relevant? You're a principal of a high school.

- We need all the sex tapes you confiscated. - Absolutely not.

I'll just get a warrant, and in the application for a warrant,

I'll include your admission that you let students swap sex tapes.

He's not refusing to provide you with the tapes.

"Absolutely not" sounds like a refusal.

When we confiscate the tapes, we turn them over to local law enforcement.

- Sheriff Roach knew about this? - No need for a warrant. We're cooperating.

- Was the girl also a student here? - It's time we bring in a lawyer to advise us.

Or you take my advice. If you don't answer my questions,

I'll take you down to FBI headquarters in handcuffs.

He'll do it. He doesn't like you.

Her name is Camden Destry.

Nestor Olivos? I knew him.

He's kinda famous since he died.

Poor kid. To take his own life.

- Were you romantically involved? - No.

Camden is too young to date seriously.

Tell me when you've seen enough to start telling the truth.

- This is outrageous, Agent Booth. - Oh, my God. I can't believe this.

- Oh, my God! Where did that come from? - Mr Booth, I must protest.

I'm tired of being lied to so excuse me if I'm indelicate.

Let's start over, shall we?

Did you know Nestor Olivos?

Were you romantically involved?

Why would he do that? Why would Nestor tape us?

I loved him.

So let me get this right. I'm tactless and insensitive?

She lied to a federal agent in the investigation of the death of a boy she loves.

You know what? These kids all lie.

That school teaches them that they're above the rest of us. They're not.

- You're the least objective person I've met. - Thanks.

- It's not a compliment. - Something's wrong.

The school, the tapes, Sheriff Roach.

This mess you're uncovering, it smells, but it doesn't add up to murder, not logically.

- Maybe If you looked for more than facts... - If you opened your mind, we'd find the truth.

- Brought you the tapes. - How many?

All of them. Do you think I'm withholding evidence?

Hanover Prep gets you elected, you look the other way when you see these tapes.

Kids having sex? There's no law against it.

Let's hope that's the worst thing that we find.

You're right about the school serving pudding.

"Stirring the pudding." It means...

Melodee Destry. That's... that's Camden's mother.

Is that... is that Nestor Olivos she's with?

No.

That's Nestor's roommate, Tucker Pattison.

- How long was the relationship? - Couple of months.

- Tucker is the victim of statutory rape. - When did it end?

- That was the last time. - Why Nestor's bed?

- I don't know. - Because you knew where the camera was.

Mrs Destry gave me money, you know? To keep quiet.

Nestor said, "How much would she pay to stop her husband seeing a tape?"

Nestor set up a drop and got $5,000.

He said we should do it again, but I told him I was gonna tell my parents.

Even if it meant getting kicked out of Hanover. Next thing I know, he killed himself.

I figured it was my fault.

Tabanid pupal casings show the boy ingested a heavy dose of ketamine.

Somebody dosed him? That's why he didn't struggle.

Or - a wild thought - he took it himself for fun like most kids do.

I had sex with Naomi in Palaeontology.

- Actually in Palaeontology? - No, at her place.

I thought it went great, but I could be wrong. Apparently what I think is kinky is basic.

Since she never called me, I wonder if it's because I lack imagination in the sack.

You know what? I think this is more of a guy-guy conversation.

Yeah. I was wondering.

Dude, minty burp is still burp.

Well, who took me to Wong Salmonella's?

You know what? Just go back to Sid.

Let him bring you your meal. The heartburn will disappear.

- Heartburn. - What?

Hodgins has heartburn because acid is rising into his oesophagus.

The ketamine could've made Nestor regurgitate.

The rope would hold gastric juices in the upper throat and weaken the hyoid.

Digestive juices are hydrochloric acid.

When you're not busy, could I ask you a few questions about sexual positions?

If you even try, I will take my gun and shoot you between the eyes.

These marks here, that's consistent with hydrochloric acid.

- I don't like this. - I'll run it through the Angelator.

Replace the values for the hyoid bone mass with these coefficients.

That will replicate bone deterioration as the hyoid is being digested by stomach acid.

I'm applying a timeline and running in fast forward.

The gastric juices trapped by the noose in Nestor's oesophagus

actually digest the hyoid over time.

Wait. There. The hyoid cracked.

196.3 hours.

Just over eight days.

- This finding is congruent with suicide. - I do not accept that.

It's a fact. You can't not accept a fact. I have to amend my cause-of-death report.

You'll stop my investigation. The school's covering up a murder. You're helping them.

Honey.

Did you ever just believe something despite the evidence?

Just know it was true?

No. I've hoped things.

But I've always known the difference between hope and fact.

You know, all that's left of this boy is a table full of bones.

Everyone he's ever known has an agenda.

His parents, school, even the cop investigating his death.

I'm the only one who cares about the truth of what Nestor's life came to, good or bad.

And I know the truth is more important than anything else.

You know... or you hope it's true?

Suicide is the most rational, logical explanation.

What I believe doesn't matter. What makes me sad doesn't matter.

Look at this face.

He did not kill himself.

Angela, I need a little more proof than a nice drawing.

I can do that.

OK, this is not from the DVD. It's a quick snippet that was on Nestor's hard drive.

Somebody tried to erase it, but Zack and I got some of it back.

Angela, zoom in on that necklace.

A little sea horse? Come on. What kind of blackmailer does that?

It's sweet. It's a clueless kid in love.

That's evidence he didn't commit suicide? A sea horse?

A kid doesn't give a gift cos he's in love.

- He does it cos he wants a little loving. - Rerun that.

That cynicism you affect, Booth, it's your way of hiding a romantic nature.

There. Stop. Play again.

- There. She rolled her eyes. - What?

- No. I didn't see it either. - Play it in stop motion.

Zoom in. There.

Slow motion.

- How'd you see that? - Wait. That girl knew the camera was there.

- She looked at it. - She isn't a victim. She's in on it.

You don't roll your eyes to yourself. You do that for someone else.

- What do we do now? - Now a public-school education comes in.

"Divide and conquer" was the playground motto.

What would help is if you told me why he killed himself.

Then we can close the murder investigation.

- Why is Tucker here? - Oh, Tucker, he said some things.

- What things? - What he said doesn't make you look good.

I believe him. Agent Booth says it was only fair to hear your side.

If your stories match up, I'll be able to drop the murder investigation.

I find it hard to believe that it was your idea for Tucker to seduce your mother.

- It wasn't. She hit on Tucker. - No, wait, wait. Can they do this?

- They're fishing. Don't say a word. - I wasn't fishing.

Tucker was all "Stacy's Mom" about it. I just sort of gave him permission.

- It was funny. - Please stop this.

Mom, deal with it, OK? You're the one that's the perv, so...

When my mom gave Tucker money to keep him quiet, we got the idea to blackmail her.

I was mad at her, I guess. Then Tucker said it was my turn.

Nestor was rich, lonely, Catholic, and he had a thing for you.

He was cute. People didn't notice because of the way he talked, but he was really cute.

I liked him.

We made the tape and showed it to Nestor. It made him really upset.

Really upset.

- Because you said you'd show his mother? - Or because I broke his heart.

I still can't believe he killed himself. I'm really sorry he did that.

What Camden did was wrong, which she acknowledged.

She isn't responsible for an unstable boy's overreaction.

I said I'm sorry.

I'm placing you under arrest for the murder of Nestor Olivos.

What? She's admitted to blackmail. That's all.

He was going to go to the headmaster,

so you dosed him with ketamine and hauled him up into the tree.

- The DNA traces in the rope will prove that. - Plus you've already confessed to the motive.

If I cooperate and tell you everything Tucker did, do I get some sort of deal?

That depends on what else you got.

The headmaster and the head of security will both lose their jobs. The sheriff will resign.

The two kids who killed your son are both in custody.

Thank you.

We're very sorry for your loss.

Ambassador Olivos.

You told me that all a mother wants is to know that she's raised her child well,

that your biggest regret is you'll never know if Nestor would've grown up to be a good man.

But he was a good man.

He died because he was trying to do the right thing.

Very impressive, Temperance.

Got that one right.

When you're with someone, the gymnastics aren't what matter. It's who you are.

- It's your intentions and how much you care. - If you don't want to help me, just say so.

All right. I'm gonna let you in on a secret. This is a female secret.

Go to Naomi and tell her that you don't know anything about lovemaking.

Sex, yeah. Lovemaking, you're a blank slate.

You'll do anything she wants if she just introduces you to the secrets of love.

She'll be more interested than if you were the most imaginative lover.

- That is totally counterintuitive. - Just do it, Z-man.

Reap the benefits of my sexual wisdom.

Oh, no. This isn't gonna work. I mean, this is my place. Sid.

As long as they keep it down on the subject of corpses and bodily fluids, I have no beef.

OK, that is amazing. I had heartburn.

I asked Sid to bring me something and now the heartburn's gone.

- Man, I love this place. - OK, fine. New rules.

That counter is mine. That booth is yours.

Everything else around here, all right, mine. All right?

Mine. M-i-n-e. Mine.

I've been thinking about your whole "something stinks" aptitude.

Oh, yeah?

I think you have a knack for reading body language.

Stress in the voice, other indicators. It's not mysterious, but it is impressive.

In the future, I will try to accord it an appropriate degree of objective worth.

Thank you, Temperance. I appreciate that.

So...

what part of "this is mine" did you not understand?

Want me to say it in Latin?

Absit invidia.

Nice.

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