What's your ETA?
They found the victim in the filtration system. Just, you know, some bones.
Look at this. Millions of tax dollars are spent to clean and treat tap water.
And yet people spend billions on bottled water.
- It's cleaner. Comes from a mountain stream. - Which contains faecal matter from animals.
There's no bones in it, though. I don't want that in the water.
Excuse me. Uh, do you know how long this is gonna take?
Department wants to know when I can get back online.
Can we determine where the body originated?
Pipelines travel through five different states. That's why I called the feds in.
Great. How many miles of pipe?
About 1800.
OK, I need a schematic of the entire system.
- Sure. - Yeah. Bones?
Well, swirl treatment sped the rate of decomp. Death was likely less than three months ago.
The sacrum is small, still developing.
A kid.
A little girl.
About eight to ten years old.
Hey, any luck with the cause of death?
Postmortem trauma makes assignation of cause difficult.
- "No" would've been fine. - There are bands of discoloration on the ribs.
Cam might find out why with a tox screen.
I'd like those clothes as soon as I can get 'em. Lots of crusty bugs and slime.
All yours. Zack, spend some time with the teeth. They should be more discoloured.
- Everything OK here? - Yeah, sure. Hey, you know. How's things?
You know, murder and stuff. Just another day at the office. You?
Same old, same old.
The Bureau's running checks for registered paedophiles in the area.
But we can't do much until we, you know, ID the girl.
I'm running DNA on the hairs I pulled from the skull.
The roots confirm brown hair. The blonde is from oxidised thials evident in the hair shaft.
- Her hair was bleached? - Come on. What nine-year-old dyes her hair?
May explain why my sketch isn't getting any hits from the missing children's database.
Look at her again. Focus on any physical anomalies that could hamper identification.
- I've got results cooking, so... - Sure. Yeah, see you later.
- Don't you have work to do? - Don't you?
Right. Right.
I can run a tox screen with the tissue left in her clavicle.
The scrapings that I took from the cheek contain propylene glycol, dyes, and lanolin.
Makeup?
I was going to use dentition to narrow down the age range. But look.
- She has false teeth? - What the hell happened to this kid?
The false teeth replaced the missing deciduous teeth.
- Baby teeth. - And the other teeth were veneered.
What is she? A midget stripper?
- This is the colour from the bleach. - I think it would be brighter.
So some twisted psycho killer gives this little girl a makeover before he kills her?
I hate working with kids. Childhood should be all about swings.
- Swings? - Yeah.
"How high can I go? If I twist the chains, how fast will I spin?"
- "What if I jump off before the swing stops?" - Exactly.
- I miss that. - Me too.
I miss organic chemistry class. Those were good times.
- I miss my first microscope. - And I miss normal people. Can we go on?
Factor in the teeth.
Yeah, you know, because this isn't weird enough.
Hodgins supplied the types of makeup.
And that's what we've got.
- She looks 30. - OK, run the image against the database now.
- Oh, my God. That's Brianna Swanson. - Who?
Little beauty queen who disappeared a few months ago.
In the middle of the Little Miss Junior Patriot pageant.
Just nine years old.
What do you mean...
there isn't even enough of her for me to see?
The body travelled through miles of piping. And then after three months...
She was so beautiful, wasn't she? I always thought someday she'd come back.
I even filled out her application to the Junior Miss Starlight competition.
She would've won her division.
We're very sorry for your loss.
Ms Swanson, I discovered dental work on Brianna one doesn't usually see on a child.
The veneers and the caps? A lot of the girls had them.
Statistically that's... that's not true.
Brianna took antibiotics when she was a baby that stained her teeth.
She was very self-conscious. I wanted her to feel good about herself.
A nine-year-old is hardly mature enough to make an informed decision...
You were at the competition in Delaware when Brianna went missing, correct?
Yeah. I've never missed a pageant. I never would.
But you weren't with her when, uh, she disappeared?
No. I left her alone in our room for a minute. When I came back, she was gone.
There's not a day that goes by that I don't hate myself for that.
Initially, you suspected your ex-husband of kidnapping Brianna?
Well, he was trying to get custody of her for over a year.
David was not fit to be a father. He wanted Brianna out of spite.
And he tried to drown me in lawyer fees.
Was he violent with you or Brianna?
Not physically. But once, when we were fighting,
he said that he would rather have Brianna end up in a ditch than turn out like me.
It's the evening-wear category that gets me.
My evening wear's a ratty T-shirt and a mud mask.
There's bleeding evident under the mental foramen.
There was disruption of all ventral ligaments between the skull and the first two vertebrae.
- Her neck was broken. - Fracture of the mandible
suggests death was caused by a blow to the chin
by an object heavy enough to leave markings on her mental foramen.
I found fragments of steel in her jacket.
There was also an excessive amount of polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons.
- That means something? - Polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons
are found in soot, pesticides, creosotes, roofing tar...
The original police report said Brianna's father was a roofer.
- Interesting coincidence, huh? - I'll call Booth.
About this?
- You have a roofing business? - Uh...
Yeah. I... l-I went out on my own when Brianna was born.
Thought I could make some more money, you know?
- Do you use mastic asphalt in your work? - Uh, yeah. For waterproofing. Why?
- Were you working when she disappeared? - No. It was the weekend. Why?
We're trying to piece things together.
Dammit, I answered all these questions when Brianna went missing.
This is Jackie's doing, right?
Sometimes in a divorce, the emotions get a little high. You don't know what you're doing.
I know exactly what happened.
Jackie wasted so much time having the cops check me out the case went cold.
This is all Jackie's fault.
Look.
This was my little girl.
Not what Jackie turned her into. This is who I wanted back.
You, uh... you didn't give her the remains, did you?
No. We can't release them. Not before the investigation is completed.
I want her buried right.
I don't want her funeral to be some disgusting show Jackie puts on.
l-I want to bury her with some love, you know?
How's it going?
FBI sent over the security tapes from the hotel where the pageant was held.
I'm running body-mass recognition. Maybe we'll see her leaving with somebody.
- Could you ever do this to your kid? - You know me. I'm all about the swings.
- Did you bring me something? - Uh, yeah.
This was in the zippered pocket of what was left of Brianna's jacket. Treated cellulose.
- Can you get any details from it? - I'll give it a shot.
Listen, Angela.
We've been dancing around this for months now.
Like two pieces of neodymium caught in a magnetic field.
- Is that good? - Yeah. But if the field weakens, they fly apart.
Which is why I thought they should go on a date.
- Hodgins... - You can't say that you don't feel it.
Come on. We owe it to ourselves to give it a try.
I... I just don't think it would be a good idea.
I mean, we work together, Jack.
- Angela... - I'm sorry.
You're making a mistake.
I'll examine the paper after I go through the videos.
Sure.
- This is the ribcage of a healthy ten-year-old. - And this is our victim's ribcage.
Ouch.
This is an x-ray of a teenage girl who died in 1872.
- What caused the deformity? Was it genetic? - It was a corset.
Tightened a little more each day.
Based on the misshaping, I'd say Brianna slept in one every night.
That's torture.
It was to give her a figure which wouldn't be possible naturally until well into puberty.
You're telling me her mom did this to her?
People have done much worse for beauty. Neck stretching, foot binding...
- That makes it OK? - Of course not.
Any major alteration of our underlying architecture demeans us.
We all have aspects of ourselves we wish were different.
Yes. I wanted larger biceps before I became comfortable with my mental acuity.
Here you can see cribra orbitalia,
suggesting Brianna suffered from malnourishment.
There's no enamel erosion to indicate bulimia.
It's likely she's been on a calorie-controlled diet for at least two years.
- Oh, it gets better. - Oh, how can it not?
Her tox screen came back with traces of somatropin, tetracycline,
and glycopyrronium bromide.
Growth hormone, broad-spectrum antibiotic used to treat acne,
and a chemical mixture that controls perspiration. All with side effects.
- No prescriptions were ever issued. - So Mom bound, starved, and drugged her.
Heart-warming.
Our society puts a premium on beauty, common in declining cultures.
Hey, guys. You should take a look at this.
This was time-stamped a half-hour before Jackie Swanson reported Brianna missing.
There.
She said not a day goes by that she doesn't hate herself. I can see why.
If Jackie's willing to risk her child's life to win these pageants...
What would happen if her daughter refused to compete?
You have to understand, this was Brianna's dream, not mine.
You put your nine-year-old daughter in a corset, Ms Swanson.
Brianna ordered that off the internet herself. I didn't tighten it much.
Did you tell Brianna that she didn't need to alter her appearance to be loved?
- Did Brianna disappoint you somehow? - No. She was an angel.
She won every competition. After that, it was dance classes. She was a real competitor.
When she won, it reflected well on you. You wouldn't have to deal with your own identity.
- I don't like her. - Whoa.
Let's play a little show and tell, shall we? Hm? How about this? Can you explain these?
This there. And then that one. My favourite one.
OK, these... these were right before she disappeared.
We had a... disagreement.
- About the pageant? - No. About her piano piece.
I suggested she use her elbow to hit the last note. Give the audience a little smile.
- And she didn't want to do that? - No. She wanted to finish it perfectly.
- But it seems very silly now. - Only now?
What happened immediately following this?
I sent her up to our room. And I sent myself to the hotel bar for a large glass of rosé.
Believe me, I was not the only mother doing that.
Great. I'm sure you can provide me with a list of the other mothers.
Blood would've rushed to the injured areas.
But there's no evidence of blood flow here or here or here.
So she was beaten after she died.
The blows are consistent with kicking. But the pattern is abnormal.
Can you tell anything about the shoes? Size? Make?
Only that they are quite rigid. Possibly steel-toed.
And Hodgins said he found fragments of steel in the jacket.
Hodgins asked me out.
- Is that why you're hiding in here? - I'm not hiding. I need advice.
- What? On a personal matter? - Yes.
- From me? - Yes.
But romance is sort of...
This is like me asking your advice on phylogenetic systematics.
Phylogenetic systematics.
I have no idea what that is.
- Exactly. - Well, I can't ask Cam.
- Can't ask Cam what? - Oh, Hodgins asked Angela out on a date.
- Brennan! - What? Was it a secret? It was a secret.
I just came to ask if you'd made any progress on the cellulose.
- No. - OK.
Wait. You can't pretend you didn't hear about this.
- Fine. What'd you tell him? - No.
- Why? - Because it would be a disaster.
Suddenly you have an opinion on this?
You should never have a relationship with someone you work with.
- Why not? - Anthropologically?
There's an anthropological answer?
A workplace is predicated upon a hierarchy. Romance undermines that hierarchy.
This is like when I had an affair with my thesis supervisor in college.
- We don't have time for that. I say go. - What about this hierarchical sexual?
Won't be an issue. It's fun to flirt in the workplace.
But when fantasy becomes a reality, it's a drag.
- What? The date will be bad? - It will be awful.
You'll realise it's not meant to be. There'll be a few days of awkwardness.
Then everything goes back to normal.
If I were you, I'd go with Cam on this one.
- Why? - Phylogenetic systematics.
I have to go to dance class.
Jackie Swanson's alibi checks out. She was in the bar when Brianna disappeared.
Can't we just prosecute her for being horrible?
- Is that the dance teacher? - Yeah. That's Charlotte Craft.
She owns the studio and runs the pageant. She must be able to give us something, right?
I always wanted to take dance but I was so gawky and uncoordinated.
You?
I learned that the gawkiness was caused by an asymmetrical development of the iliac crest.
Oh, yeah. You know, that's what I would've guessed. The whole, uh, iliac crest.
Hi. Which one's yours?
- Which what is what? Mine? Ours? - Ours? Oh, no, no. Whoa, we're not...
No. No, no. That's, uh... We're... FBI.
- Oh, wow. Really? - Mm-hm.
Oh, are you here about Brianna Swanson?
- Did you know Brianna? - Yeah. Very well.
I'm Kristin Mitchell. That's my daughter Ariel, by the bar with the grey leg warmers.
They... they took classes together, were in the same pageants.
I can't help but wonder what if it had been Ariel who got kidnapped.
- Why do you assume she was kidnapped? - I can't imagine Brianna running away.
These pageants are very competitive. There was a lot of pressure on her.
To Brianna? Uh, no. No way.
She had the face of an angel, but underneath,
let's just say she had her sights set on winning that pageant.
- Why? - I don't understand the question.
- What's the draw here? - Oh, my God, the girls, they love it.
They get to dress up all glamorous, all the attention, the lights, and the music.
All right. That's enough for today. Thank you.
There's enough pressure on young females without making them prematurely sexualised.
I am sorry. That is just narrow-minded prejudice.
I was in pageants my entire childhood. I loved 'em.
And they sent me to college on a full scholarship.
- Mommy, I'm finished. - Hey, hon.
Nice job. Good focus.
Thanks.
Well, I hope you find the man responsible.
Agent Booth? I've got about 20 minutes till my next class.
- OK. - OK.
- Why don't you go mingle? - What? Why me?
You're a girl.
It's illegal for me to question any of these kids without their parents, OK?
You're a civilian. Right? So take your pick.
Good point.
Behold the keepers of mystery.
The Sphecius speciosus and his trusty sidekick, the Tibicen lyricen.
Ooh. Aah.
What mystery?
If Brianna Swanson was kidnapped, they didn't take her far.
The presence of these two suggests that she died within a one-mile radius of the hotel.
That area was searched within hours of her disappearance.
Yeah. I think her body was jammed into a storm culvert for over a month
- until those storms two weeks ago... - Washed the remains down to the plant.
FBI should check out the culverts large enough for a nine-year-old around the hotel.
I'll tell Booth.
Hey.
Don't come around again looking for a second chance. That was a one-time offer, baby.
Really? Hm.
No. What? No.
No, no, not really. I mean, it never occurred to me that you would...
OK, now you talk.
I accept going on a date with you. Soon.
Tonight?
Wow. That is soon.
I don't want to give you time to change your mind.
- What do you want to do? - You asked me.
Figure it out.
Thank you.
I took this at the pageant about a half an hour before Brianna disappeared.
- Did you show it to the police? - No.
- Why not? - He's not some murderous paedophile.
- He's the brother of one of the contestants. - Why'd you take this?
To show his parents how creepy he seems hanging around.
He could be such a good-looking boy.
- What's his name? - Jeremy Farrell.
Look, I know he dresses in black and mopes around. But he's totally harmless.
- I'm gonna need a copy of this picture. - Certainly.
- Is that a real skeleton? - Yes. Of a 12-year-old from the Bronze Age.
- The bones show she'd already had children. - What killed her?
Having the children.
She should've waited to be married before she had sex.
- You said "sex". - Were you in the Miss Patriot pageant?
- I came in fourth. - If Brianna was there, you'd have been fifth.
It must have been hard to lose your friend.
Brianna was kind of mean. She said Liza had cankles.
Cankles?
When your calves and ankles are the same thing.
She took my birthday watch, too. She'd take anything she liked.
- So you weren't friends? - You had to be friends with her.
- Why? - Because Brianna was the queen.
So yours was a cultural structure predicated on the equation of beauty with power.
You align yourselves with someone holding the greatest potential for societal supremacy.
It's a Darwinian pressure you're too young to bear.
OK. Come on, Bones. Up you go. There you go.
- You have huge muscles. - Thanks.
- Learn anything? - I learned about cankles. You?
I found a possible suspect.
Cam and Zack said Brianna was kicked with a steel-toed boot.
Looks like my possible suspect just became our primary suspect.
Of course I'm at every pageant.
Do you see what happens?
I make him come. To carry Hailey's changes and the props for her talent competition.
Well, you know, a lot of kids his age, they'd... they'd just refuse.
OK, so, what, I'm a bad kid because I'm a good kid?
Mm. What do you call this look?
- It's not a look. - Emo. It's called emo.
- No, it's not. - It's short for "overly emotive".
No, Mom. No, it's not. OK?
I like these clothes. I like this hair. It's not emo. It's not anything.
- You have a girlfriend? - He does. She looks exactly like him.
Are you, like, real boyfriend and girlfriend?
- What do you mean? What, do we have sex? - I don't know. You tell me.
Why? If we don't, then I'm a pervert with a thing for little girls?
The day that this picture was taken, did you speak with Brianna Swanson?
- Yeah. - Jeremy?
- She was picking on my little sister. - Oh.
And did you argue?
You don't argue with a nine-year-old.
Are you wearing the same shoes you wore that day?
- No. - Yes.
- He's worn the same thing for a year. - Would you be willing to give us the shoes?
- No. - Yes.
- Mom! - Just this once, do what I tell you, OK?
I... I know you didn't do this, honey. I know who you are under all this.
Give the FBI your shoes.
- Not the shoes. - Why?
The caps are chrome, not stainless steel.
And they're too broad and rounded to have caused the damage to Brianna's bones.
Tell Cam and Booth.
- You do it. - Why?
Because I have a date.
Here's the thing. I know you've been out with a lot of guys.
You have a new girlfriend twice a month.
So imagine the pressure to come up with a date that neither of us has been on before.
So what's up? Are we here to walk a dog or something?
I remember what you said. About how you used to feel on a swing.
- It looks like coloured dots. But it's so faded. - Could this be a candy-bar wrapper?
I don't think Brianna was supposed to eat candy.
I did a lot of things I wasn't supposed to do as a kid. I haven't changed much.
- Bones, anything on the emo shoes? - Not a match. Sorry.
- What's with the Milk Blast bar wrapper? - Milk Blast bar?
- Yeah. - What's a Milk Blast bar?
It's the cheapest, worst ice-cream bar you can get.
"Available only at Red Shed convenience stores."
# Red Shed, what you need now, and how
- I thought they stopped making them. - I thought I ate 'em all.
Well, maybe we should determine how Brianna Swanson got hold of one.
- Brianna Swanson? - We found the wrapper with her remains.
I need to search for any Red Shed convenience store
within a one-mile radius of the Hyperion Hotel off of 171. Thanks.
Look, I wouldn't have laughed so hard if I knew it was Brianna Swanson.
- Oh, my God. I'm gonna puke. - Put your head back. Put your head back.
- I'm gonna puke. - No, don't. You all right?
- Yes. - Yeah?
- Not... don't do it again. - It was fun.
- I never thought I'd be doing this again. - Really?
Really.
You know, I had a little dream about it last night.
- Did you? - Yeah. Ended well, too.
- I'm sure it did. - But you know what? You look better here.
Better than a dream, huh?
You're shameless. All right, you better... Get... You are gonna kill yourself.
- I wouldn't do that. - No?
Not yet.
What now?
Well, they carry Milk Blast bars. That's a start. These are good.
Are you kidding me? These are God's food, right here.
So the FBI forensic units are sweeping the culverts near the hotel.
So I figured, while we were waiting, we could just go have a look around.
Right there. There it is.
- Well hidden. - Yeah.
Well, big enough to stuff a child's body into.
Oh, what do we got there?
- It's a pageant medal. - Looks like we got our crime scene, huh?
Crushing and scraping injuries to the scapula
are congruent with Brianna being forced into a culvert this size in a prone position.
The kicks to the back were to force the body farther into the culvert.
"Little Miss Raspberry Blossom, Culpepper, Virginia."
There were remnants of blood on the medal. Waiting to see if it belongs to Brianna.
- It's dated 1976. - I got something.
OK. I don't know if this helps you.
Lisa Fisher, 1976 Raspberry Queen.
Holly Walters, Raspberry Princess.
Kristin Madigan, Little Miss Raspberry Blossom.
That face. Kristin Madigan.
The mother that I spoke with at the dance school was named Kristin. Kristin Mitchell.
It's like that Texas cheerleading thing where the mom took out her daughter's competitor.
Yes. My daughter did win the pageant after Brianna disappeared. That's not a secret.
Ariel went on to a national competition.
And how did Ariel do in the nationals?
- Very well. Finished in the top ten. - Top ten? Wow.
That probably wouldn't have happened if Brianna hadn't gone missing, right?
You don't know that. Nobody knows that.
Where'd you get this?
Oh, we found it at Brianna Swanson's crime scene. Can you explain that?
Brianna Swanson was a thief. I mean, ask anybody. She probably took it out of my bag.
Did you report it missing?
I'm not saying another word until I get a lawyer.
One, two,
three, four.
She was kicked twice in the same place here, twice as deep.
So five, six.
There's an asymmetry both of force and distance to these kicks.
The fracture pattern suggests a slight rotation to the blows.
- How slight? - About 30 degrees.
- Left side only? - Yes.
- Hey, it's me. Are you with Kristin Mitchell? - Yeah. We're sitting here waiting for a lawyer.
- Why? - I need to know if her hips are even.
Is that slang?
Stand behind her, place your hands on her hips.
Move your hands up her ribcage, gauging if it's an equal distance on each side.
- That's not gonna happen. - You're videotaping the interview, right?
- Of course. We have to. - Then beam me some footage of her walking.
OK. OK. Coming at you, Bones.
What was that about?
Do me a favour and beam those images of Ms Mitchell pacing to the Jeffersonian.
What's going on here? Where's my attorney?
OK, try and get a shot of her buttocks and freeze it.
OK. I'm applying a biometric graph...
right here.
- You might as well let her go, Booth. - Why?
She has very nice symmetrical buttocks.
Well, yeah. I know that. But, um, what's that got to do with anything?
Brianna Swanson's attacker has a thoracolumbar curve. Scoliosis.
- Sure. Meaning what? - Kristin Mitchell is definitely not the killer.
Thanks.
Ariel Mitchell says she showed Brianna her mom's medal at the pageant.
Brianna, she must've stolen it. All right? We're nowhere.
- We might've found the murder weapon. - The murder weapon? What is it?
- A forestop trammel. - A what?
- Hello. - From the parking lot at the Red Shed.
The FBI forensics team found minute traces of blood on it.
We brought it in here to compare the edging with the marks on the victim's chin.
- And we can see here... - It's a match.
The angle and force of the blow suggest Brianna fell forward,
was unable to break her fall, and caught her chin here.
- Broke her neck. - Want to hear about the steel?
- And carried from the kerb to the culvert? - Dragged. Want to hear about the steel?
- How do you know she was dragged? - Remember the hydrocarbons?
- Absolutely not. - They weren't from tar. They were asphalt.
It was from her being dragged?
Exactly.
Want to hear about the steel? It wasn't from work boots. It is the steel used in tap shoes.
It's from another contestant.
Look for a tap-dancing beauty queen with scoliosis.
Right. Gotcha. Wait. Half these kids have tap shoes.
- Just examine the symmetry of their hips. - I'll go with the shoes. You do your thing.
Aah!
Can I help you? What are you doing there?
- Excuse me. - Oh!
- It's OK. I'm a scientist. - Molester!
- What? - Bones?
- What are you doing? - I'm a forensic anthropologist.
FBI business. Everybody simmer down.
She touched me on my rear!
Back and rear have totally different connotations. I touched her back.
Look, scientist or not, FBI or not, she can’t just go around feeling little girls.
- I wasn't feeling like that. - She was just touching.
- I was just examining them. - Examining.
Listen, we're after a murderer here. Dr Brennan just got a little overly excited.
- How does feeling little girls help? - One of them is the murderer.
- OK, look. I know that's hard to believe. - You know what? It's really not.
So, what do you need? I mean, aside from the touching.
If I could just... watch them?
Just watch.
# I got rhythm, I got music
# I got my man, who could ask for anything more?
# I got daisies in green pastures
# I got my man, who could ask for anything more?
# And Old Man Trouble, say, I don't mind him
# Cos you won't find him round my door
# I got starlight and I got sweet dreams
That was good. That was good.
# ... for anything more?
# I got rhythm, I got music
- # I got my man - # Who could ask for anything more?
That's her.
- Not again. - You said Jeremy was cleared.
We know it's not Jeremy. We'd like to talk to Hailey for a moment.
I don't want to.
This is a special day, Agent Booth. You're upsetting her.
- Don't be afraid. - No. You know, she should be afraid.
- I didn't do anything. I promise. - We know you didn't mean to, Hailey.
Honey, what did you do?
Yeah. What did you do?
Brianna said she was gonna buy me an ice cream.
But she just made fun of me. She said I was ugly.
She said I'd never win anything.
- That must've hurt your feelings. - I didn't mean to push her so hard, honest.
Oh, God.
Why didn't you tell me?
The pageant was starting.
I wanted to win.
Oh... Oh, God.
Hi.
We didn't really get a chance to talk today.
Yeah.
I was avoiding you.
That whole swing thing wasn't good enough, right? Cos I can do better.
- It was perfect. - It was?
- Maybe the best date I've ever had. - Really?
Great. That's great.
- Thanks. - Yeah.
That's not great.
How can a great date be not great?
Because it was supposed to fall flat. That way we'd both know that this wasn't meant to be.
- And we'd go back to the way we were before. - I don't like the way it was before.
Look, Brennan is my best friend.
And Zack is... whatever the hell he is.
And when this goes wrong, it... it pulls everybody else into it.
And what the great date tells us
is that when it goes wrong...
It'll go really, really wrong.
Yeah.
So...
we go back, right?
Friends.
Sure. Friends.
Just one question.
What if it doesn't end that way?
What if it doesn't go wrong?
Friends.
- This is what happened when Rome fell. - What? Uh, people ate stale doughnuts?
Objectification of women, beauty as self-esteem.
Well, I think, um, you know, some of those kids actually had a good time.
The girl in the pink could really dance. Then again, Nero could really play the fiddle.
I like to think that someplace deep inside, people really know what's important.
It's hard to believe when you see women trying to disguise or change themselves.
- I never understood that. - Well, I mean, no, of course you wouldn't.
- Why? - Well, it's just someone who looks like you...
well, wouldn't...
- Just because of the way you look. - I don't understand. What... way do I look?
Well, you know, you're...
you're structured...
very well.
As are you.
- Are you OK? - Yeah.
It's just...
I just remembered that I had an appointment.
Oh. So, um, I'll see you tomorrow?
No. You know, you have all the paperwork for the case, right?
No. I was gonna stay, do it anyway. So...
- But, you know, it's our case. I want to help. - You don't have to.
Bones, just drop it, OK? I'm here to help.
Well, what about your appointment?
Uh, it's... you know, it's no big deal. I'll tell you what.
How about I order some takeout and I ditch these doughnuts?
Sure.
Thai food?
I'm ordering extra mee krob because you ate it last time.
- I thought you were done. - Oh, right. I was done?
- Yeah. - You finished all of it.
- You were pretty focused on the fried rice. - Let me just order.
Fine.
What's that mean?
English SDH