All language subtitles for Bones S10E06 The Lost Love in the Foreign Land

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.
Mmm.

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.

Oh...

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.

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?

Oh...! 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 you can get him.

Hey...!

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...

♪ Bones 10x06 ♪
The Lost Love in the Foreign Land
Original Air Date on November 6, 2014

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method

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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 voilá.

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.

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.

Mmm.

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.
Oh.

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.

Hey. 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.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

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.

Uh, okay... Just kind of sounded like
you were treating me like a dog, right--

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.

"Despite of day and night

and death and hell."

Hmm.

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 Delmar

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.

And 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.

Whoa!

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.

Oh. Oh.

No. 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?

Oh.

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.

♪ Whoa, oh ♪

♪ I should have known ♪

♪ 'Cause I've got
a heavy heart ♪

♪ Heavy mind ♪

♪ I sing a song for all
I've gone and left behind ♪

♪ I've got a heavy heart ♪

♪ A heavy mind ♪

♪ I sing a song for all
I've gone and left behind ♪

♪ It's weighing on me ♪

♪ It's weighing on me... ♪

I'm sorry.

♪ I want to get down,
feel the dirt in my hands... ♪

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.

♪ Whoa, oh,
I should have known... ♪

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.

♪ Sing a song for all
I've gone and left behind ♪

♪ I've got a ♪

♪ Heavy heart ♪

♪ A heavy mind... ♪

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.

♪ It's weighing on me... ♪

Christine's asleep.

She wanted me to tell you
that she loves you.

And she wants pancakes shaped
like Mickey Mouse for breakfast.

Ah... no, 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.

♪ At the end
of a long, long day... ♪

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