Given its nature as a procedural, I expected Bones to spend a few weeks in denial of Booth’s gambling relapse. Tonight’s two hours took a different approach. Even if his addiction hasn’t been put into words lately, the show is not in denial that Booth is hiding something. The characters, on the other hand, are. In both their cases and their personal lives, Booth and Brennan keep missing what’s right in front of their faces. It’s not subtle, but neither are their problems.
Brennan has at least told everyone that she’s pregnant, but the big announcement is such a non-event that we don’t even see it happen. It’s starting to look like Brennan might actually have been the last one to catch on to the fact that she’s having a baby. While she says that she’s about three months along, Angela assumes it’s more like six. How long has everyone been tiptoeing around Brennan’s weight gain? I know these people get uncomfortably personal with each other every week, but maybe we should extend “never ask a woman if she’s pregnant” to “just stop making deeply personal assumptions about women’s bodies, in general.” But what’s the alternative? Asking? Chalking it up to a love of cookies? The cookie theory doesn’t sound so bad anymore.
And of course, Angela is right. Brennan is about six months pregnant. To understand why she’s so afraid to bring a kid into this world, just look at her world. Tonight’s first hour finds Brennan investigating a 14-year-old prep school student found dead on a riverbank. Molly Delson was at the top of her class at the prestigious Pemberley Academy—the top of every class, in fact, except for music. “Being the best in music demands more than willpower. It requires real talent,” snips Headmistress Amelia Minchin, as if studying hard isn’t its own virtue. LOL, academics.
That’s also the attitude of Molly’s classmates, who look like dream college admissions candidates on paper but are still more concerned with sneaking alcohol on campus and making plaid skirts look cool. The team’s prime suspects are popular girls Kathryn, Arianna, and Cayla, who bullied and ostracized Molly until she internalized their criticism. Brennan sees herself in their young victim, who owned all of Brennan’s books—not the murder mysteries, but the “real,” non-fiction ones—and wrote notes in the margins. High school wasn’t the kindest to Brennan either, but she has a happy life now. She’s only sorry that Molly never learned she could have a good life, too.
Kathryn, Arianna, and Cayla only have each other as alibis. Arianna’s car has Molly’s hair in the trunk, and Cayla’s scissors are a match for the murder weapon. But their story—that they drank half a bottle of vodka with Molly and passed out, only to find that she wasn’t there the next morning—is so stupid that Booth actually believes it. They’re smart enough to make up something better. And it doesn’t account for why the straight-laced Molly posed nude to get drugs or why the left-handed girl has no wounds on her left arm. Brennan has been missing something right in front of her face. (“I know what happened to Molly Delson. Oh, and also I’m very pregnant.”)
Molly, depressed and suicidal, killed herself, framing Kathryn, Arianna, and Cayla for her death in order to take them down. She slipped the drugs she posed for into her classmates’ vodka and used dentistry drugs from her parents’ office to numb her own pain. Molly knew how to plant the right clues, which raises the question: Did Brennan’s books help Molly commit suicide? A few years ago, Brennan would have blamed herself, but now she has Booth. Molly wasn’t so lucky.
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