All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S01E03 - A Boy in a Tree (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

BOOTH:
Bones, where's the kid?

MONTENEGRO:
Who's that with Zack?

Naomi from Paleontology.

Naomi and Zack slept together
about a month ago.

Since then, she hasn't
returned a single call.

Oh.

You working on
anything interesting?

Me? Yeah, yeah,

a three-dimensional model
of an Etruscan burial crypt.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Yeah.

You?
Yeah, oh, God, yeah.

Very exciting,
very exciting.

Some, uh, silt profiles.

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 right now,

waiting for Zack.

What, there's a case?

Why didn't you say so? Zack!

You've got to go.

Oh, she really bolted.

Doesn't look good for Zack.

Come on, Zack.
Shake it off, huh?

Be a man.

You okay, honey?

She said, "Take a hint."

But when I asked, "What hint?"

Naomi said
if she told me what hint,

then it wouldn't be
a hint anymore.

It would be a statement.

You know what's good?

Throwing yourself
into your work, huh?

You really do hate
slime profiles.

Have a little compassion.

I understood
the individual words,

but I do not
comprehend her meaning.

Did you tell Naomi that?
Yes.

She said,

"Ask your friends,
if I have any."

You know,
Hodgins is right.

Let's not
keep Booth waiting.

Somebody is decomposing
as we speak.

Get out there and bring
us home a case, buddy.

We've got a dead body

in a prep school
out in the sticks.

Good morning to you, too.

You're successful
with women, right?

I mean, they like you.

Okay, look, it's a very
prestigious prep school.

There's a lot
of rich kids.

I thought it was good
to start with "good morning."

If a woman said to you,
"Take a hint,"

what would it mean?

Can we just concentrate
on the job?

( over radio ):
Suspect has been located.

Need assistance...

Thank you.

Now, I know the sheriff
out there.

She's mostly okay.

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

and she's probably
just trying to scrape

the whole case
off on us.

Look, what I'm
trying to say is,

it's not just
a crime scene,

but it's a political
situation.

So when we get out there,

you follow my lead,
and you pay attention.

You call after every
sexual encounter, right?

Because that's
the good thing to do.

Look, this is a work mode.
This is a work zone.

You do not talk
sex at work.

First, you tell me
I'm too task-oriented,

then when I say "good morning,"

you say that I should
concentrate on the job.

Okay, look, we got about
a 45-minute drive. Hmm?

What do you say we pass it
in quiet meditation?

( Addy sighs )

ADDY:
Finally. Can we talk yet?

BOOTH: No.
BRENNAN: Why not?

BOOTH:
Because when we're at a crime
scene, I do all the talking.

My crime scene, my rules.

BRENNAN:
What's with all the security?

BOOTH: I told you.
This is not a regular school.

FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth,

and a forensic
anthropologist.

Dr. Temperance Brennan
from the 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,
that's for sure.

Whose kids go to school here

is actually classified
information.

Agent Booth,
Dr. Brennan,
I'll lead you

to Mr. Sanders,
our head of security.

Can you just aim us
in the right direction?
We'll find it.

All outsiders are
to be escorted, sir.

BOOTH:
"Omnia Mea Mecum Porto."

What's that mean, huh?

"Regular people stay out"?

BOTH:
"I carry with me all my things."

( engine starts )

BOOTH:
Yeah.

( siren wails, stops )

Hey, Seeley, how's it going?

Karen, congratulations
on being elected full sheriff.

Very impressive.

Agent Booth,

I'm Leo Sanders,

head of security
at Hanover Prep.

This is Headmaster
Peter Ronson.

Where are
the human remains?

Dr. Temperance Brennan

and her assistant,
Jack, uh, something.

Zack Addy.

Could you show me
to the remains?

RONSON:
Even though the school
was mostly empty

during the two-week break,
it's impossible to...

I don't know
if you remember me,

but we worked
together on a case--

bunch of bones
found in the culvert,

about a year ago.

I remember the bones
in the culvert.

You know, Bones,
being nice to the locals,

remembering
their names and such,

it wouldn't hurt.

Our two-week term break
ends tomorrow.

I'd like to get
this tidied up,

so the students
never know what happened.

But we don't know what happened
yet, that's why I'm here.

Did anyone touch the body?

I doubt it.
It's pretty grisly.

SANDERS:
Not big on small talk, is she?

BOOTH:
Dr. Brennan's very focused.

Where are the remains?

( crows cawing )

Bones?

( crows cawing )

( flies buzzing )

Is that a student?

It's a secure campus.

Got to be student,
staff or faculty.

Video first.
I don't want your flash
disturbing the crows.

SANDERS:
Yeah, that'd be a shame.

Disturb the human
flesh-eating birds.

You want to increase
the perimeter here?

Gentlemen.

Give my forensic
anthropologist some room.

Your forensic anthropologist?

Agent Booth, if you
decide this is a suicide,

it becomes my
problem, correct?

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

Let's give the bone
lady some room.

You know, I'm glad
we had that little chat

about being nice
to the locals.

I don't like sheriffs.

They're elected
into office,

which means their goal
is being reelected,

not finding the truth.

I got video, Dr. Brennan.
Go to stills.

Can we just get him
down from there?

There's a lot of work to do
before we get to that.

You want to step back,
please, sir?
I'm the headmaster here.

And this is a crime scene.

Step back.

( cawing )

( caws )

Oh...

I'm gonna need an evidence bag.

Heads up.

BRENNAN:
I'm going to need a bigger bag.

( camera shutter clicking )

BRENNAN:
I make this a male.

Approximately 5'6", 130 pounds.

From the looks of
the sternum and skull,

I'd say mid-adolescence.

Say, 14 to 17.

High cheekbones,
you think maybe Asian?

I'm getting more
of 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 estimate

when I figure out
who ate what when.

Check for insect pupa and larva,
see what kind of medications

and/or drugs
might have been

in his system.
He was wearing this.

Catholic boy.

One-by-two forceps.

What is that?
Cochlear implant.

Looks like the birds
were trying to get it.

That would set a boy apart
from the others.

Being deaf.

Get a serial number.

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

I didn't talk to anybody
in high school.

I didn't kill myself.

That wasn't a high school.

It was an experimental
eugenics program.

BOOTH:
How hard can it be to find out

which one of your students
is missing?

SANDERS: We can't just
call parents and say

"We found a rotting body.

Do you know
where your child is?"

RONSON:
roll call tomorrow.

All of our higher-risk students
are accounted for.

Higher-risk?

The ones with
personal bodyguards.

RONSON:
What are our options

vis-à-vis publicity, media?

Not my concern.

There are students here

we really don't want the
whole world to know about.

It's obviously
a suicide.

It's not as though
we're asking you

to forego the glory of
catching a murderer.

( cell phone ringing )

Excuse me. Sorry.

Booth.

We'll have the identity of the
boy in the tree within the hour.

That was fast.

You know what
a cochlear implant is?

Hearing aid?
Not-Not exactly.

It's a much more sophisticated
piece of equipment,

which is surgically...

Can you identify him
through the serial number?

Correct. But the interesting
thing is that...

You can fill me in later.
Wait, no,

but the interesting thing
is that his...

That's correct.
What?

That is interesting.
Are you drunk or something?

We'll catch up later.
Wait, wait.

I'm not completely certain
the boy's death is a suicide.

Well, we'll grab
some Chinese food

and you can fill me in later
on all the boring details.

( click, dial tone )
Sorry.

Death is very upsetting
to a community as tight as ours.

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

But you can't
be held responsible

if a troubled student
kills himself.

We all agree that

suicide is the only
feasible conclusion.

We understand each other.

Hmm, we sure as hell do.

I'll need a complete
enrollment list,

including teachers, staff,

students.

That's extremely
confidential information.

Luckily, I'm good
at keeping secrets.

( computer beeps )

What do you mean
it's not a suicide?

( beeping )
Hold on a second, sir.

BRENNAN:
We can't have just anyone

step into the forensics area,

and contaminate
all the boring details.

The boring details?

Do not push me, kid.

"Boring details"
was my signal

for you to stop talking.
Okay?

I want my own card.
Well, I want my own gun.

Last time you had a gun,
you shot someone.

He was a bad guy.

Okay, look,
who's our victim?

All the boring details?

Let it go, Bones.

Move on.

Don't call me "Bones."

We traced the cochlear 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 death,
the hyoid is 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 you're saying
he was murdered.

No, I'm saying I don't know
what happened to the boy,

because I don't
have all the facts.

( cell phone chimes )

( cell phone rings )

How hard can it be?

A kid hanging from a tree--
obviously, it's a suicide.

Sir, has Hanover Prep been
stirring the pudding on this?

Of course they're
stirring the pudding.

Every mover and shaker
in this town

is connected
to that damn school.

Apparently, the very future
of this country is at stake.

I'd like to declare it a murder,
just to shake those little...

I'm not going
to declare it a murder,

just so you can shake things up.

The evidence

is ambiguous at best.

Well, unambiguize it.

Please, Dr. Goodman.

Look, you're very experienced

within your field
of bones and such, right?

Doesn't your gut
say "suicide"?

I don't actually
use my gut for that, sir.

She really, really doesn't.

GOODMAN:
Like all of us

at the Jeffersonian,

Dr. Brennan prefers science

to the digestive tract.

What about your gut?

BOOTH:
My gut says it stinks.

If he smells
with his gut,

what does he use
his nose for?

SANTANA:
All right, in order for

an investigation to occur,
you, Dr. Brennan,

have to declare it
a murder.

Without an
investigation,

we can't find out
if it's a murder,

but there'll be
no investigation

unless Dr. Brennan
declares it to be a murder.

Shall I send for
a philosopher?

They're saying it's my call.

SANTANA:
You see?

It's how you talk
to these people.

My official

finding is that Nestor Olivos...

is a victim of a homicide.

( over radio ):
* Let it go...

* On a highway...

Thank you.

For what?

For going with my
instincts in there.

No, I did not back up
your instincts.

I bought time to find the facts

I need to tell me what happened
to Nestor Olivos.

What's with you
and the private school?

They thought we understood
each other.

That's bad?
Understanding each other?

I don't like people

who think they're better
than other people.

Some people are better
than other people.

You know, what you just said
right there--

that is so un-American.

All men are created equal.

Either you believe that,
or you don't.

And some people
are smarter than others.

There's no use being
offended by the fact.

What are we going to tell
Nestor's parents?

We tell them that
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.

No use being offended
by the fact.

Hanging from a tree
at the school?

BOOTH:
I'm afraid so,
Ambassador Olivos.

We will provide you
with full details

when Dr. Brennan
investigation.

Will you need us

to identify
Nestor's remains?

That won't be necessary.

BOOTH:
When was the last time
you heard from Nestor?

A few days after
his holiday began.

He went with a friend
to Nova Scotia.

We received an e-mail.

Could 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 e-mail
that Nestor was unhappy.

Certainly 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
when she said, "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 stuff?

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
to implement

or a sequence of moves.

I'm not really the guy
to talk to about that.

Why not? You've slept
with, like, 10,000 women.

Because our
relationship

is all about
what's up here.

What you need
to do is talk

to someone
more... earthy.

As a school
psychiatrist,

I'm bound by patient
confidentiality.

In the absence
of a warrant

or permission
from his parents,

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

that Nestor was taking
antidepressants.

I can only make
recommendations
to the parents.

You think this boy
was depressed enough

to hang himself from a tree?

He was alienated by culture,
by language, by his handicap,

by 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's the son of an
ambassador go missing

for two weeks
and nobody notices?

As far as the school
was concerned,

Nestor was vacationing
with his roommate.

The school requested

and received a waiver
from Ambassador Olivos.

I was in Venezuela
last year.

It's very unstable
politically.

SANDERS:
It's true
the family received threats

and we were cognizant of that.

But you aren't
seriously 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.

Dr. Temperance Brennan,
meet Sid, the owner.

Hey, bone lady.

The sign says "Wong Foo's."

Family name change
at Ellis Island.

I'll get your meal.

But we didn't order.

No, Sid knows what people want
better than they do.

Nestor's bones are completely
normal, not brittle in any way.

You know, this is kind of my
little getaway place, you know?

The grooves the rope left
in the branch

where Nestor was hanging
are too deep for his weight.

Please, everyone,
come on, sit down.

Eggs, larvae, waste--
all indicate

that the insects which fed

on the body
are indigenous

to the tree
in which he was found.

Which means
he died there

approximately ten
to 14 days ago.

I'll have
the seven-organ soup.

You don't order.
The guy just brings it.

He didn't void.

Usually somebody that hangs
themselves, the floodgates open.

Bodily fluids everywhere.

There was plenty of effluent
in his clothes,

but they're all
post-decomposition.

As the body swells,
it bursts from internal gases.

How's the guy know
what you want?

The guy has a knack.
The guy's name is Sid.

It was birds
who ate his eyes, ears,

and worked their way
into the skull.

Birds pecking at the soft tissue
at the throat--

could that crack the hyoid?

No, it's a stress fracture

caused by the rope against
his throat-- not postmortem.

You put a sensitive adolescent
in a high-pressure prep school,

add social alienation,
cultural differences,

pressure from high-achieving
parents, it could be suicide.

It's not a suicide.

Because Booth thinks
that prep schools turn out
entitled criminals.

We all went to private school.

None of us are criminals.

In fact, we fight criminals.

We're crime fighters.

No, not you...
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 people?

Booth, what the hell did you
bring in my place?

I had nothing to do with it.

This is exactly what I wanted.

This is amazing.
The guy definitely has a knack.

Ooh.

So 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.

You're saying the boy died
ten to 14 days ago?

Hey, 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 e-mail
that was

sent seven days ago
from Nova Scotia?

Hmm?

See? Look at that.

It stinks.
Go ahead: smell it.

You know you want
to smell it. It stinks.

Don't, don't
smell that.

No, no, you've got to taste it.

I can smell it
from here.

Ang, it's so good. Mm.

That's really gross.

You and Nestor were roommates
for three months, correct?

Yes, sir.

And you invited him
to spend the vacation
with you?

We have a summer home
on Cape Breton, plenty of room.

Then Nestor decided
to go back home
to Venezuela.

What did the other kids
say about Nestor?

Nestor was different.

He used to be deaf,
so he kind of talked like...

Some kids called him "retard."

Tucker, please
don't say "retard."

I never called him that.

He went to church every Sunday,
even though nobody made him go.

People thought that was weird.

Did Nestor have a girlfriend?

He said there was
a girl he liked,

but he never told me who.

You know, Tucker, you're lying
to a federal agent.

Careful, Agent Booth.

An e-mail was sent
to Nestor's parents

from Nova Scotia saying what
a great time he was having.

The only thing is that Nestor
was already dead.

Was it you, Tucker?
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
so he could be with a girl?

Tucker!
I know!

I'm sorry,
but he begged me.
What girl?

I told you I don't know.

I thought Nestor made her up.

I sent an e-mail. 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 that 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?

( speaking Spanish )

The first day
that he could hear...

And the first thing he heard
was my voice.

( speaking Spanish )

( speaking Spanish )

His mother's voice.

I told him I loved him.

( speaking Spanish )

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 towards 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.

What? The Venezuelan hit-squad
fantasy thing?

For one thing, it's nuts.

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

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

BOOTH:
I want to take another look
at Nestor's 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?

What we would like to know

is what Señor Comara was
doing in Nestor's room.

I asked Señor Comara

to go to Nestor's room
to prove a point.

That suicide was not
the only possibility.

To prove that an outsider
can get to your son?

The school informed me
that Nestor's death

was most certainly a suicide.

That anything else
was impossible.

We proved them correct.

I failed to escape
without being detected.

The school lied
to you, Ambassador.

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

I apologize.
I was misinformed.

I won't be pressing
any charges.
Thank you.

Please excuse me.

( speaking Spanish )

Do you think Nestor was killed
by outsiders?

Not Venezuelan insurgents.

They would make a statement,
not fake a suicide.

This hanging...

Huele malo.

Hm.

Sure, you know,
someone says, you know,

it smells in a
Spanish accent,

and all of a sudden you're,
like, "Hmm, interesting."

What are we looking for?

Talked to Nestor's teachers,

the few students that
he hung out with.

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,
you know, we'd come here,

and you, uh, do your little
anthropologist thing, huh?

( laughs ):
Okay.

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,

so you're collecting
evidence to support that.

By closing your mind, you're
missing important indicators.
Oh, yeah?

So then why'd he
throw this away?

I mean, it's flute music.
That's reason enough.

But where's the case?

Uh...

These aren't organized.

Well, you know, girls,
they organize alphabetically.

Guys are more organic--
you know, good stuff

up to the left;
crap... ( whistles )

bottom right.

Look at that.

Well, I mean,

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

This isn't a CD.

It's a DVD.

( chuckles ):
I should've known.

It's a 15-year-old boy.

It's just porn.
Wait.

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

I need to know where
and when it was shot,
what kind of camera,

anything else
that might help.
I'm gonna need stills

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

( belches, groans ):
Thanks a lot, Booth.

My seven-organ soup
is repeating on me.

Well, you ordered it.
You should have 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.

( belches, coughs )

Angela, you got
any bicarbonate?

( belches,
groans )

We've seen this kind
of thing before.

Kids recording themselves
having sex?

Young people are
more jaded than
they used to be.

Sometimes they'd swap
these tapes.

Surprised to see Nestor.

But not so surprised
to see the girl?

How is that relevant?

You know what's
a better question?

What makes you think you get
to decide what's relevant?

You're basically a principal
of a high school.

We need to see all of the
sex tapes you've confiscated.

Absolutely not.

Well, I'll just get
a warrant,

and in the application
for a warrant,

I'll include your admission
that you allow your students

to swap homemade sex tapes.

The headmaster is not refusing
to provide you with the tapes.

"Absolutely not"
sounds like a refusal.

When we confiscate the tapes,

we immediately turn them over
to local law enforcement.

Sheriff Roach knew about this?

No need to issue a warrant;
we're cooperating completely.

Was the girl also
a student here?

Given your hostility,

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.

Fine, Agent Booth.
Her name is Camden Destry.

Nestor Olivos?

I knew him.

He's kind of famous
since he died.

Poor kid.
To take his own life.

Were you romantically
involved?

No.

Camden is too young
to date seriously.

BOOTH:
Too young?

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

Oh, my God.

I can't
believe this.

Oh, my God!
Where did that come from?

Really, 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?

( sobbing ):
Why would he do that?
Why would Nestor tape us?

I loved him.

So let me just
get this right:

I'm the tactless
and insensitive one?
Okay, the girl lied

to a federal agent
during the investigation

of the death of a boy
that she said she loves.

You know what?
These kids, they all lie.

That school teaches them
that they're special.

That they're above
the rest of us;
well, they're not.

You're the least objective
person I've ever met.

Thank you.
It's not a compliment.

Aw, come on, Bones,

you know something's
wrong here, right?

The school, the tapes,
now Sheriff Roach.

All this mess you're uncovering,
it smells, yes,

but it doesn't add up to murder,
not logically.

Maybe if you look
for more than the facts...

Maybe if you opened
your mind, we could find
out the actual truth.

Brought you the tapes.

How many?

All of them.

What do you think,
I'm withholding evidence?

I'm thinking Hanover Prep
gets you elected,

and you look the other way
when you see these tapes.

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

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

You were right about the school

serving pudding.

Stirring the pudding.

It means...

Melodee Destry.

That's Camden's mother.

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

Nope.

That's Nestor's roommate,

Tucker Pattison.

How long did the sexual
relationship continue?

A couple of months.
I don't know.

Tucker is the underage

victim of statutory rape.

When did it end?
That was the last time.

Why Nestor's bed?
Why not your own?

It was only ten feet away.
I don't know.

It was because you knew exactly
where the camera was pointed.

Mrs. Destry gave me money,
you know, to keep quiet.

Nestor said, "How much
do you think she'd pay

to keep her husband
from seeing a tape?"

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

He said we should do it again
but, just before vacation,

I told him that I was going
to tell my parents,

even if it meant
getting kicked out of Hanover.

The next thing I know...
he killed himself.

I figure it was my fault.

Tabanid pupal casings
show the boy ingested

a heavy dose of ketamine
before he died.

Kids call it
"Special K."

So somebody
dosed him, right?

That explains why
he wasn't struggling
during the hanging.

Or-- a wild thought--

he took it himself for fun
like most kids do.

ADDY:
I had sex with Naomi
in Paleontology.

You mean actually
in Paleontology?

No, at her place.

I thought it went great,
but I could be wrong.

Because, apparently,
what I think

is wild and kinky
is just basic.

And, since she
never called me back,

I'm wondering
if it's because

I lack imagination
in the sack.

You know what, Zack?

I'm thinking this is
more of a guy-guy
conversation.

Yeah.
I was wondering.

( loud burp )

Dude, minty burp
is still a burp.

Yeah, well, who took me
to Wong Salmonella's?

All right,
you know what?

Just go back to Sid.

Let him bring you your meal,

the heartburn will disappear.

Heartburn?

What?

Hodgins has heartburn

because stomach acid
is rising into his esophagus.

The ketamine, plus choking,

could have caused Nestor
to regurgitate.

The rope would hold the gastric
juices in the upper throat,

weakening the hyoid.

Digestive juices
are basically hydrochloric acid.

Sometime, when
you're not busy,

I wonder if I could
ask you a few questions

about sexual positions.

If you even try,
I'll take out my gun

and shoot you
between the eyes.

These marks here and here--

that's scoring consistent
with hydrochloric acid.

I don't like where
you're going with this.

We need to run a few scenarios
through the Angelator.

Replace the values
for the hyoid bone mass

with these sliding coefficients.

That will replicate
bone deterioration

as the hyoid is
being digested
by stomach acid.

ANGELA:
I'm applying a timeline
and running it fast forward.

This will show it
in measured time.

BRENNAN:
The body decomposes,
and the gastric juices,

trapped by the noose
and Nestor's esophagus,

actually digest
the hyoid over time.

Wait. There.

The hyoid cracked.

196.3 hours.

Just over eight days.

The 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.

Then you'll stop
my investigation.

The school's trying
to cover up a murder,

and you're helping them.

Honey?

Did you ever just
believe something?

Despite the evidence,
just know it was true?

No.

I've hoped things.

I've always known
the difference

between hope and fact.

All that's left of this boy
is a tableful of bones.

Now everyone he's ever known
has an agenda:

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

You know, I'm the only one
who cares about the truth

of what Nestor's life came to
in the end, 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.

Okay, this is notfrom 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 your evidence that
he didn't commit suicide?
A sea horse?

The kid doesn't give a gift
because he's in love.

He does it 'cause he wants
a little loving.

Rerun that.

That cynicism you affect, Booth?
It's your way of hiding

a deeply romantic nature.

There. Stop. Play again.

There. She rolled her eyes
for the camera.
What?

No, I didn't see it either.

Play it stop motion.

Zoom in. There.

Slow motion.

How did you see that?

Wait. That girl knew
the camera was there.

She looked right at it.

Camden isn't a victim.
She's in on it.

You don't roll your eyes
to yourself.

You do that for someone else,
not Nestor Olivos.

What do we do now?

This is where a public school
education comes in handy.

Divide and conquer.

It was the playground motto.

What would help me, Camden,

is if you told me
why Nestor killed himself.

Then we can close
the murder
investigation.

Why is Tucker here?

Oh, Tucker--
he said some things.

What things?

Well, what Tucker told us
doesn't make you look good.

BRENNAN:
I believe him,
but 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.

You know,
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.
Were you fishing?
No, I wasn't fishing.

Tucker was all
"Stacey's Mom" about it.

I just sort of
gave him permission.

It was funny.

Please stop this.
Stop it.

Mom, deal with it, okay?

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
with the tape.

I was mad at her, I guess.

And Tucker said it was my turn.

Nestor was rich,
lonely, Catholic,

and he had a thing for you.

And 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 threatened
to show it to 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's acknowledged,

but she can't be
held responsible

for an unstable
boy's overreaction.

I said I'm sorry.

Yeah. Camden Destry,

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

She's admitted to blackmail
and attempted blackmail.
That's all.

Nestor was going to go to
the headmaster and expose you,

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.

BOOTH:
The headmaster
and the head of security

will both lose their jobs
over what happened to Nestor.

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 that

you'll never know
if Nestor would have 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.

You got that one right.

Right this way.

ANGELA:
When you're with someone,

the gymnastics
aren't what matter.

It's who you are.

It's in your intentions,

and in how much you care
about the other person.

If you don't want
to help me, just say so.

All right. I'm going
to 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
in that

than if you were the most
imaginative lover on the planet.

That is totally
counterintuitive.

Just do it, Z-Man.

Reap the benefits
of my sexual wisdom.

Oh, no.
This isn't going to work.

I mean, this is my place.

Sid?
As long as they
keep it down

on the subject
of rotten corpses

and bodily fluids,
I have no beef at all.

Okay, that is amazing.

I... I had heartburn.

I asked Sid
to bring me something,

and now the
heartburn's gone.

I mean, it's gone.

Man, I love this place.

BOOTH:
Okay, fine.
New rules.

That counter is mine.

That booth is yours.

Everything else
around here--

right?-- mine. Right?

Mine. M-I-N-E. Mine.

I've been thinking
about your whole

"something stinks"
aptitude.

Oh, yeah?

I think you have
a subconscious knack

for reading body language.

Stress in the voice,
other subtle yet
discernible indicators.

It's not mysterious,
but it is impressive.

And, in the future,
I will try to accord it

an appropriate degree

of objective worth.

Thank you, Temperance.

I appreciate that.
So, uh...

what part of
"This is mine"

did you not
understand?

Do I have to say it in Latin?

Absit invidia.

Nice.

What's that mean?