Bones (2005–2017): Season 6, Episode 16 - The Blackout in the Blizzard - full transcript

Go ahead.
Give it some gas.

All right?
Not moving.

It's been scientifically proven

that higher surface temperatures

contribute to extreme
weather events.

Look, I don't understand.

How does an ice storm,
followed by a snowstorm,

qualify as global warming?

No, the term is not "global
warming," it's "climate change."

If I can interrupt...
If you're going to take my side.

I'm not taking sides.
Then, no.



Okay, here are
the facts, Bones:

Sometimes it's hot,
sometimes it's cold.

Okay, seriously, guys,
I really think that

we need to talk
about your partnership.

Okay, is that why you
decided to join us?

No. Answer's no. No.

Brennan.

DC Medical Examiner
brought in remains

found just south
of an I-295 overpass.

Location suggests a murder dump.

Why didn't they let us

inspect the crime scene?
That's very irritating.

No way.

'Cause, if they
waited another 15 minutes,



the body would have been covered

by snow, and any evidence
would have been compromised.

Oh, no way!

I know it's early,
but the radio says

this might turn into a blizzard,
so I was thinking

we could work on the case
for a couple of hours,

and then leave early
before traffic gets crazy.

Okay, I'm on my way.
Look, look!

There's a body at the lab.
I should go.

Whoa! Wait-wait...
wait a second.

Wait just a...

They're leaving them
on the curb. Jackpot!

Stadium seats.
But they're not just

stadium seats, all right?
They're from the Vet.

They're from the Vet?
You know?

Veterans Stadium?

♪ Fly, Eagles, fly ♪

♪ On the road to victory. ♪
Ah-ah-ah!

Come on, Bones, please, they're
from the Vet! All right, look,

I will pay for breakfast.
Yes. So you guys can help me

take those seats back
to my apartment.

Uh, didn't you hear what I said?
There's a body.

Which will still be dead if we
get there 15 minutes late.

Come on, Bones, please.
They're from the Vet.

Okay, will you agree to
find another time to talk?

Yeah. Sure. No problems.
Bones, please.

Look, 15 minutes.
Just 15 minutes.

15 minutes.

We've got the
place to ourselves.

Jeffersonian is officially
closed on account of the storm.

Nothing like murder
to ruin a snow day.

What do we got?

Female victim.
Decomp puts time of death

approximately 12 days ago.

There's a lot of blood
on the clothes.

Pubic symphysis suggests
the victim

was in her late 20s
or early 30s.

This is weird.
It's a tick.

I don't even recognize
the species.

Holy cow.

I heard that.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

It was, um... It was an
exclamation of admiration.

I wasn't actually...
You can stop now.

Save yourself.
...commenting on your size.

How was the doctor's
appointment?

It was fine.

Uh, Cam said you need a
facial reconstruction.

Right, yeah.

Plus we found a dead cell phone

in the victim's pocket.
Okay.

Uh, I'll take a look,
see if I can figure out

a way to get some information.
Hey.

Let's go talk.

You didn't tell us the frame
was made of cast iron.

This is taking a lot longer

than you said it would.

They need me at the lab.

Okay, look. Two minutes,
that's all I need.

Two minutes.
Pull, pull, pull.

That's it.
Right there.

Aah! Easy! Ah,
that hit my foot.

Everything is fine, Angela.

It really is.
You know, when you find out

that you're a carrier
and you have a child inside,

it's kind of...
I know. I know.

I know. But the
doctor told us

it doesn't mean a thing

unless I'm an LCA
carrier, too, right?

Right.
Right.

Yeah, good.

So, we wait for my results.

And until then, you
got to remember,

there is a very, very small
chance that I'm a carrier.

All right. You're right.

I just love this baby
so much already.

Me, too.

But the baby is fine.

Will you please tell
your mama, "Don't worry"?

You realize that's pointless
advice to give a mother, right?

Yes. But come on...
wouldn't you hate it

if we didn't reassure you?

Yes, I would.

Oh... go ahead.
Back to your tick.

We're good? Yeah.
We're-we're good.

Okay.
We're good.

Uncontrolled bleeding
from wound site,

severe nosebleeds...

Oh, no. Not good.

It's still sticking out.

We got it. Just, you
push. We'll pull.

Okay. Well, I'm going to let go.

It's wedged too tight to fall anyway.

Okay. Cam...

I'm sorry.
I'll be there soon.

The victim had Crimean-Congo
hemorrhagic fever when she died.

The tick was
a Hyalomma impeltatum.

That's how the victim
was infected.

Was that cause of death?

No. She was strangled.

I found perimortem
fracture lines

on the fifth
and sixth cervical vertebrae.

Has the lab been quarantined?

Not necessary. Testing
revealed viral antibodies,

but no active virions.

Good, good.

Wait. But how was
the victim strangled?

Face-to-face.
The killer used his hands,

and... oh, no.

The victim may have

coughed aerosolized blood

into the killer's face,

infecting him with the virus.

And since the virus has a ten-
to 12-day incubation period

and the murder occurred
almost two weeks ago,

that means the killer...

Is now contagious.

Okay. The door is shut.
You hit the button.

I'll meet you upstairs.

All right.

Booth, I have to get back
to the lab right away.

The victim was suffering
from hemorrhagic fever,

and the killer
is probably infected.

Well, we'll get there soon.
We'll get these seats off,

and before you know it, we'll
be back at the lab.

The lights went out.

It must be the blizzard.

Cam, I'm in Booth's elevator,

and we may have lost power.

I heard there
were outages all over town.

The lab's lost power, too.
It's got to be the storm.

Dr. Brennan,
can you hear me?

I can't hear you, Cam.
Are...

Great.

Is this fever thing bad?

We have to find the killer
before he spreads the disease.

The city may be on the verge
of a deadly viral outbreak.

And we're trapped in here?

Sweets! Sweets!

Okay, thanks
for the update, Cam.

You're emergency
services. This is an emergency.

We're trapped in an elevator.
There's two of us.

If you could just send...

No, no, no.
Nobody's hurt, but listen.

Okay, there is a killer virus
out there that only we can stop.

So just get someone
here now or...

Hello?

You got to be kidding me.
He hung up on me.

He didn't believe me.

Cam spoke to the Centers for
Disease Control in Georgia.

There have been no other
reported cases of CCHF.

So that's good.

Only if we catch
the killer in time.

He's the one who can
spread the disease.

Oh...
Hey, guys.

You okay?

What's with the hat?
Your next-door neighbor's home.

Mrs. Ross?
Yeah.

She is a very friendly woman.

She gave me a bunch of stuff
in case you guys get cold.

Oh, and here...
for light.

No!
Sweets!

Move!
What? It's a menorah.

Do you know what would
have happened to your arm

if the elevator
started moving again?

Extensive trauma to
your radius and ulna,

perhaps even
spontaneous amputation.

I feel a little sick.

No way to transport the remains
to another lab.

Couldn't even get
the garage open.

Then, we'll have
to make the best of it.

Okay. Now, the onset of
this disease is very sudden.

Initial signs are
headaches, high fever.

Symptoms rapidly progress

to include severe bruising

and uncontrolled bleeding.

Are you sure that we're not
in any danger of getting sick?

Absolutely.

All right. This is a map

from the Cold War exhibit.

So ignore the fact that there's
still a Soviet Union

and a Czechoslovakia.

Crimean-Congo
hemorrhagic fever,

or CCHF, appears

pretty much everywhere
I've shaded on this map.

Okay, so not North America?

So you think that the
victim was a foreigner?

The discriminant functions
of the cranial measurements

suggest that she was at least
part Native American.

It would be extremely unusual
for someone

with North American Indian blood
to be born somewhere else.

Okay, so she was a traveler.

Once you finish
her facial reconstruction,

we can try to match her
through Passport Control.

If the office is open.

Well, it's
difficult to see detail

in such a small scale,

but I-I concur with
your cause of death.

We still don't have power,

so I can't do X-rays.

Should I go ahead
and clean the bones?

No, no. Go to my office
and look through

back issues of Medicinal
Physics Quarterly.

There should be a stack of them

near my iguana.

What am I looking for?

I remember an article
about electrostatics

and triboluminescence.

You can take X-rays
without electricity.

I'm on it.

Electricity
from cellophane tape?

According to
Dr. Brennan's article,

you create a vacuum
inside the glove box,

then pull back the tape.

And this will release

electrical currents
strong enough

to generate X-rays?
Theoretically.

Straight through to
the film underneath.

The X-ray goes through the
bone, onto the photo paper.

Voilà!

I'm going to believe it
when I see it.

All right.

Whoa! Wow.

That's kind of awesome.

All right.
Take this table away.

Okay.

Let's see here.

Start pulling these out.

All right.

Dude.

I know.

Okay.

Oh. All right. There's
no match for the victim

in Missing Persons
or Passport Control.

Whoa. What?

I blame you.

What? You blame
me for what?

For the no match
or the blizzard?

They're chairs, Booth.

They're just a bunch of chairs.

First of all, they're not
just chairs. They're history.

They're from the Vet, okay?

And secondly,
I'm gonna get us out of here.

You have a plan?

That's right. I have a plan.

Escape hatch.

Great! I'll climb up

and get it open.
Oh, no, no, no.

I'm the climber. You're the thinker.
No. I'll be able

to fit through the gap
much easier. Here.

Bones, just let me
do the climbing.

Kneel down.
I'll show you.

Oh, hello!

Uh... do you want to
get on my shoulders?

Hey guys, Mrs. Ross

sent some snacks. Hello.

Hello...?
Why is everyone saying "hello"?

I'm sorry. Should I...
Is this a bad...?

Hello? She wants
to sit on my shoulders.

Traditionally, people do
that the other way around.

I'm merely demonstrating
that the widest part of me

is narrower than the widest
part of Booth. See?

- All right.
- Wow. Okay.

Comparing body parts.

What else do you do
during a blizzard, right?

Okay, I got the idea,
Bones. Thank you.

Seriously?

The only records you have
of test results are on computer?

I mean, didn't somebody
jot them down somewhere?

Okay, listen, I need
my test results, okay?

Because my poor wife...
she's going crazy here,

you know, waiting for...

Yeah.

Okay, thanks.

You probably heard that.

Not if you didn't want me to.

It's just, it's a
pregnancy thing.

It's nothing to worry about.

You'll tell me
if there's anything I can do.

Whoa. Look at this.

Significant remodeling trauma
to this femur.

Looks like there's stuff
embedded in the bone.

All right.

Just be careful, all right?

Your foot's on the edge.

I'm fine. Got it.

All right.

Oh, it's open!

No!

What "Oh, no"?
These stupid chairs.

It won't open all the way.

Just be careful,
Bones. Whoa!

Oh, wait, my phone's ringing.
Just be careful.

What do you mean,
your phone is ringing?

You're actually going to take
a phone call now?

Well, it could be the lab.
Oh, shoot!

Whoa, okay.

I'm going to get the phone.

No one move.

Oh, Dr. Brennan, careful.
Your foot.

Oh! Oh, God!

Are you guys all right?

I'm okay.

Booth?

Don't touch me.

It's my back, my back!

Don't touch me.

I-I'm trying...

Oh! Where's Sweets
with those painkillers?

Maybe Mrs. Ross didn't have any.

She's been singing
in the hallways

for a week
after her dental surgery.

Trust me, she has painkillers.

The victim had foreign objects
embedded in her left femur.

Remodeling suggests they'd been
there for at least four years.

Shrapnel.

Yes, the random placement
would suggest an explosion.

How did you know that?

Army buddy of mine
spent a few months

in a hospital
after an IED explosion.

I saw his X-rays.

So, the victim
was probably around

an explosion four years ago.

But if we can figure out where
and what the explosion was,

it might help us
to get closer to an I.D.

You got to look
at the shrapnel itself.

That's going
to tell you... Ow!

Sweets!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I got you. I got you.

So, I got you some, uh,
aspirin.

Aspirin?
I need painkillers!

Oh! What, is she holding out?

Huh? Is she going
to some kind of a rave?

A bottle of water.
Water?

Oh. Ow, water.

And a... bag of frozen peas.

All right, pal, you know what?
I'm not cooking dinner.

I need something for the pain!

No, no.
It's to ice your back. Oh.

Oh. Oh, it's cold, cold.

It's cold. It's cold.

But, actually,
that feels pretty good.

Yeah, that's pretty good.
Yeah, right there.

The metal is melted.

I have no idea what it was.

Hey, does that look like
some sort of pattern to you?

Like, ridging around what
used to be the edges?

Yeah. Kind of looks like money.
Coins.

Well, that would be consistent

with what Agent Booth said
about IEDs...

you know, that they're filled

with whatever bits
of metal are available.

Okay, so if you live

in a country
whose currency is worthless...

Not uncommon in a war zone.

Then coins are suddenly
the perfect stuffing for an IED.

Global Cultures!

I have no idea what that is
or why it excites you.

There's a Global Cultures
section of the Jeffersonian.

There's this-this
Coins of the World exhibit.

So, I'll figure out the
composition of the shrapnel,

and then compare it to the coins
that are in the exhibit.

Ooh, fantastic!

And how exactly do you plan
to do that without electricity?

It's funny how fate
intervenes sometimes, huh?

There's no such thing as fate.
And this is not funny.

Just let me make my point.

Since you find yourselves
here...

Trapped.

You could look at it that way,

or you could look at it
as an opportunity.

Sweets, just stop
shrinking around the bush, okay?

Just say what it is
you want to say. Go ahead.

What do you think of, uh,
resuming therapy

just for a month or two?
What?

Why? No.
Forget about why.

No, that's not going to happen.

And why would you
bring that up now?

Let's be honest.

A lot has happened
in the last few months.

Now, I know

that Hannah's presence
has stirred up a lot

of feelings between you...
Stop!

Right there.
I agree.

No. Because I care about you.

About both of you.
You know what?

Stop, or I'll hit you
with the frozen peas.

I know that you have been
forthcoming about your feelings

for each other in the past.

And the past is the past.

But as a couple...
No, Booth and I are not a couple.

I understand.
I'm just saying that...

Stop! Just stop.

All right, listen to my words.

It is over!

Agent Booth, I
just think that...

Don't ever
mention Hannah again.

You understand?

Perhaps you'd like
to take a walk?

Sure.

Mmm. What is
that smell?

Well, I can't use

the exhaust system
without electricity,

so I thought it'd be better

to, uh, clean the
bones out here

where there's more air flow.

Oh, my God.
You're boiling body parts?

This is how it's
done. You know that.

No, no. I mean,
I was getting

kind of getting hungry,
and I thought that you were...

Oh, my God!

You're pregnant.

The smell of boiling flesh
makes you want a sandwich.

Success!

What did you get?

I got the Coins
of the World, plus,

an emission spectrograph
from the instrument archive.

To I.D. the shrapnel?

Yeah. Now I just... I just need
a short burst of electricity

to create a carbon spark

to basically vaporize a sample
of the metal.

Where are you going to get
the electricity? Well,

as well as a dynamite igniter
from the late 1800s, huh?

I got all this
from the American History wing.

Brennan.

I'm sending you a photo.

Now that the bones are clean,

I can see evidence
of perimortem injuries

to the cortical surfaces

of the right ulna and radius.

They're difficult
to see clearly enough

to ascertain their exact nature.

I agree, but since
we can't use the Medio-Cam...

You have to do a penetrant test.

I'm not familiar with that.

Soak the bones in a liquid dye.

The dye will permeate

the compromised surfaces,

increasing the contrast.

So that the injuries
will become clear. Brilliant.

Yes. I-I know. Booth?

I can't just sit here.

I'm just gonna try to move
the chairs again. Booth!

All right, I'm fine.
Your back.

Are you happy now?

Yeah, it's useless.

Wow. Maybe you should
think of a way

to get electricity that doesn't
involve rare historical items

worth upwards of $50,000.

Yeah, I'll just blame Wendell.

Yeah, that's good.

How's it going with the
victim's cell phone?

Well, the battery's dead,
plus the wiring is totally

corroded, but I was able
to save the SIM card,

so if I can put it
in someone else's phone,

I might be able to find out
who she called last,

and they might be able
to lead us to the killer.

What are you doing? I told you.
I'm going to use the SIM card...

Yeah, but no, you can't.

Ange, you can't take my phone.

I need... You know,
I need my phone.

I need my...
Why? There's...

You're worried about
the test results, aren't you?

No. I'm not.

I'm not. I just, you know...

I don't... I don't, uh,
want to miss their calls, so...

Honey, it's me.

You're scared, too.

I can tell.

Even if we both test positive,
Angela,

there's still only a 25% chance
that the baby would be...

Be blind.

And that leaves 75% chance

that everything would be fine.

And you know what?

I like those odds.

Right.

Okay.

Well, I think Cam has the same
cell phone as you, anyway.

This is all the dye
I could find.

Let's see.

That should do the trick.

Just pour it
in here. Right.

Excuse me?

Yeah.

What's with the get-up?

Well, I need electricity
for the emission spectrograph,

so I'm going to tap into
this emergency light up here.

Uh, are you sure that's safe?

Yes, dude.

I made my own safety harness.

Oh, man, he's lost his mind.

If I can just

detach this battery...

Are you sure you know
what you're doing?

Of course I know what I'm doing.
I just need to...

Oh, no. Oh, no. No,
no, no. Hodgins, no!

Oh, look out!
Look out! Hodgins!

Oh, my bad.

Sorry. Sorry.

Okay.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Don't worry.
He'll clean it up.

What if you had
gotten hurt? In this blizzard!

Wait a minute.

You're mad because
you're worried about our safety?

Wow. Thank you.

That was the last of our dye.

Okay, now I kind of wish
you'd gotten hurt.

Hey, what about your beetles?

Excuse me?

Nothing.
Oh, no, Mr. Bray.

We're way past nothing.
What's with the beetles?

Well, Egyptians used to grind up
their shells to dye textiles.

Yeah, they also used slave
labor. It doesn't make it right.

Dr. Hodgins, killer virus,
untold casualties.

As you can see,
the length of the row

means there's a finite number
of ways it can be moved within

the dimensions of elevator.

Therefore,
it is unlikely the angle

of the emergency panel will
ever be sufficient for egress.

Okay, okay.
I get it, all right?

I get it. Stupid chairs.
You're right.

The whole thing
is just ridiculous.

Stupid idea.

Just, uh...

What?

Tuesday, October 21, 1980.

Game six of the World Series.

That sounds very important.

Yeah.

Pete Rose, Manny Trillo,
Mike Schmidt, Steve Carlton.

Tug McGraw strikes out
Willie Wilson at 11:29 p.m.

Phillies win.

And these seats were there,
and...

you're sentimental about it.

My dad and I were there.

He quit drinking.

For about two weeks.

Long enough to remember
that I was his kid.

Best day of my life.

So did you think that you could
reclaim a part of that day?

It's just history.

That's all.

It was our one perfect day.

Are you feeling bad
about being hard on Sweets?

No. I'm thinking about my dad.

And about being hard on Sweets.

You think he was right?

Should we discuss us?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think we should.

Now?

No.

Yeah.

Hey. You all right?

Got the phone call.

Nickel.

Coins are part nickel.

Phone call?

From the doctor?

Dissolved one of the coins
in hydrochloric acid.

Now I'm, uh...
I'm testing the solution.

I-I just...

I should have thought
of this earlier.

What did the doctor say?

Leber congenital amaurosis.

It's a genetic disease.

It's recessive.

Causes blindness.

And you're a carrier?

Usually, both parents...

Yeah, Angela's a carrier, too.

Copper.

Shrapnel coins are bimetallic,

with an aluminum-bronze center
and a cupronickel-zinc ring.

I got to...
I got to tell Angela.

She's going to hate me.

Hodgins, she's not
going to hate you.

Rubles.

Uh, Russian rubles.

That's the...
that's the only coin that...

that matches.

Hodgins.

She's not going to hate you.

She loves you.

You guys are solid.

You can get through this.

You hear that something has

a one in a thousand chance

or one in 10,000.

But I guess it's like
the lottery, right?

Somebody always wins, you know.

That sounds like good news.

I'll give you the room.

Rubles... Wendell says
the shrapnel

in the victim's leg was rubles.

Rubles?
Wait a second.

Four years ago...
that... Chechnya.

That's right, the separatists
would sometimes use

Russian coins in their IEDs
as further protest

because the rebels wanted
their own currency.

All right, look, if an
American civilian was injured

by an IED in Chechnya, there'd
definitely be press coverage.

So we scan the news outlets
for an American

who was blown up in Chechnya
four years ago.

Hey.

Hey.

Can I interrupt?

Oh, yeah, of course.

Did you need this again?

I finished my call
with Dr. Brennan.

No, I already checked yours out.

It seems like none
of our cell phones

match the victim's SIM card.

So the victim's phone
is totally shot?

I was able

to repair some
of the corroded wiring,

but I'm just afraid

that if I plug the phone

into a regular alkaline
battery, that it'll short.

So what you need is a way
to provide power gradually.

Yeah, exactly.

You perform miracles?

Hope so.

Where are you going?

To break into the cafeteria.

Okay.

Okay.

Microfiche of old newspapers
from the Jeffersonian Library.

I thought they'd
all be digital.

Luckily not, for us.

But can you figure out a way

to skimm
through the microfiche?

Yeah, sure, if you just tell
me what I'm looking for.

Look, I've already tried that.

It's a hydraulic,
old-school.

It's a single
cage-style door.

How you guys doing?

Booth's on the phone
with the fire department.

It's the maintenance department.
Maintenance department.

Okay, great, thanks.

"World's Greatest Grandpa"?

Yeah, uh, Mrs. Ross
gave it to me.

It's a lot comfier
than my jacket.

You do realize that
Mr. Ross is dead, right?

I mean, don't you find it odd

that Mrs. Ross
is dressing you up in her dead

husband's clothes?

Booth needs to say
something to you.

No, he doesn't.
Yeah, right, about earlier.

Look, I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Thanks.

What?

What's okay?

Booth didn't say anything.

- We're guys.
- Everything's fine now,

Dr. Brennan.

Brennan.

I maybe found our victim.

"Four innocent bystanders, including
an American AID worker were injured

"when an IED struck a vehicle

"in Beslan on Tuesday."

AID worker, makes sense.

"The American has been identified

"as Ann-Marie Weston, age 28."

"A field worker for the
Alliance for Human Dignity."

"Ms. Weston almost lost a leg,
but doctors

"now expect her to make a full recovery."

It's all consistent. The age of the victim,
the location of the injury...

Hang on. I'm gonna send you
a photo here...

Looks like we found the victim.

The director of Alliance
for Human Dignity

confirmed
Anne-Marie's identity.

Was she still working for them?
Not in Chechnya.

He said she spent
most of the past year

traveling back and forth
from Albania.

Well, that would explain
how she got the virus.

There was a recent outbreak
or CCHF in rural Albania.

What's she doing in Albania?

I don't know. The director
is going to pull the file

and get back to me, but my phone
is running out of battery.

You can use my...

Oh, sorry, it's Wendell.

Yes.

Give me the number.

My phone doesn't get
much service here,

but I'll go outside
and make the call.

In a blizzard?

Yeah, nothing's keeping me
in here except helping Mrs. Ross

and her 40-year-old daughter
figure out

how to talk to each other
without arguing.

All right, here
you go. Thanks.

Thank you.
Right.

I sent pictures of the injuries.

Your penetrant test worked.

There appear to be two
distinct types of injuries.

That's what it looks like
to me, too.

Irregular scratches

scattered all over
the surface...

As well as a number of
deep, linear gouges...

Which almost seem
like they're regularly spaced,

like a pattern.

What would cause this?

The scratches are consistent
with broken glass,

as if the victim's arm
went through a window,

but the gouges...

How about, like,
security glass?

What, like in prisons?
Right,

a window with thick wire mesh
that would be

embedded in the pane.

That would be consistent
with the injuries.

Wendell, wh...

why am I looking at hundreds
of pounds of potatoes?

Got to go.

I'll call you when we
have something else.

You said you wanted a miracle.

So this is why you broke
into the cafeteria?

Yep.

I learned how to do
this in grade school.

I won my science fair.

Oh, my God.
You were that kid.

Meaning what?

The show-off.

And this is how you thank me?

Spud-tastic.

This is for the victim's
cell phone?

Yeah, I'm connecting groups
of potatoes in series

to increase voltage.

Then we can connect
these potatoes together

in parallel
to increase amperage.

Spud-sational,
totally spud-tacular.

Can I help?

If you stop making spud jokes.

Sorry.

My sincerest "potatologies."

Wow. That feels great.

Ah, it's like you're untying
the knots.

It's Thai massage.

It combines deep tissue
with acupressure.

It's quite effective.

Yeah, I can feel that...

We should stop,
you know, because...

before Sweets comes back.

Why?

Well...
Oh,

I understand.

You think he'll interpret
our physical contact

as yet another sign

that we...

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, but...

I got to tell you, my back
feels... wow... so much better.

Thanks.

No problem.

Yeah, you know,

I can see how Sweets
could get confused.

We both did tell him
how we felt about each other.

In the past.
In the past.

And...

we both thought about it;
He knows that.

It?

Sleeping together.

It would be odd if we didn't.

Right, uh, so we're talking
about this now?

We seem to be.

I always assumed that we'd be
very compatible.

Didn't you?

Well, yeah.

Because we're both so physical.

Right, the way we throw
ourselves into a case.

We both have excellent stamina.

Making love would be
quite satisfying.

Yeah.

But then what?

I mean, as a couple,
me and you would never...

No, it wouldn't work.

Oh, it's so cold!
Okay, so I, uh... I talked

to the director of the Alliance
for Human Dignity,

and our victim went to Albania

to investigate charges

that girls were promised
dream jobs in the U.S.

And were never heard from again.

Human trafficking.
Yeah.

And back here,
she went to neighborhoods

with a heavy Albanian population

and visited businesses that
she thought might be covers,

always slipping young women
her number, telling them

to call her
if they need any help.

Right, they're sold
into prostitution.

It's a big business here in DC,

and the people
that make the profit are brutal.

How about now?

No, it's still not working.

Well, we can
always use them for fries.

Oh, my gosh! Wait a minute!

Wait! It's working!
It's working.

Okay, okay, uh,
call history is 5342.

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa!
We are losing power.

What?! How?!
Losing power! Come on!

That's not possible. This should
work for a few hours, guys.

More potatoes!
More potatoes!

You won the science fair,
Wendell! Do something!

Fast, Hodgins! Come on!
More potatoes!

Come on! More potatoes!
Move quicker! Move quicker!

Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!

Wendell, be careful!

Where's the other one?
Where?

Move, move, move,
Wendell, Wendell!

I got one. I got one.

You guys, the phone!

Potatoes over here!
Potatoes.

Give me another one.
Give me another one.

You guys, the phone.
The phone is dying.

More potatoes! Potatoes!
Move, move, move!

Guys, get on it!
What are you doing?!

I have no wires. There's no more.
One right there! Use it!

Come on! More potatoes!
Come on, come on, come on!

I don't have enough power.
Okay, we got it!

We got it!
The phone, it's...

Sorry.

Dead.

Angela says the
victim's phone history

was only incoming calls.

That seems unusual.

Unless that was the number
that she gave

to women who might need help.

Right, it could have been
a dedicated line.

Were there any calls
near time of death?

One from a building, uh, near
the corner of Hill and 27th.

Is the FBI going to send anyone?

Can't yet.
Not until the roads are open.

Hill and 27th is less than a mile away.
That's great.

With us in here, it
might as well be 100.

There might actually
be a way out of here,

but you're not going to like it.

The bolts between the first
and second seats are rusted.

If we apply sufficient force

with whatever combination
of kicking

or pulling or jumping...

We can break these apart.

Yes. But I know
how important they are.

Let's do it. On three.

Really?

Are you sure? Your back.

We go on three.

Wait, wait, wait.
On three,

or one, two, three, and then
go... which is more common?

I-I don't know.
It's up to you.

Well, on three
would be quicker.

Not anymore.

All right.

Okay, you set?

Yeah.

On three. You ready?

One, two...

Use your legs
for power, not your back.

Okay. One, two...

Yeah! All right!

After you.

Why, thank you.
Ha!

Uh, well, go easy if you're
going to get... Aah! Easy!

All right? Yeah.

That's got to be the address.
Okay.

Booth.

Security glass.

The spacing of the
wires is consistent

with the gouges on
the victim's arm.

Look here.

She's the one
that broke that window?

That's a reasonable conclusion.

Was she trying to get in or out?

It's all right.
I'm a federal officer.

It's going to be okay.
You understand?

What you doing?

Go away!

Okay. FBI, Boris.
Who are you?

Not Boris.

Booth, he...
he could have the virus.

Look, you could be very sick.

We got to get you
to the hospital.

Listen to me, Boris.

Not Boris!

Boris is a Russian name...
Albanians hate Russians.

I got that, Bones.
You know, I'm just trying...

Whoa, whoa! Wait,
ho-ho-ho, easy!

Be careful, Booth...
he could be infected.

Do you really want to do this?

Hold it! Oh! Wait! Oh!

No, don't touch him, Booth!

Don't touch him!

Seriously? No, but seriously.

His name

is Tariq Grazdani,

and he traffics
in human beings.

White slavery?
Really?

He's also pretty sick
with CCHF.

The Centers for Disease Control
is tracking down

anyone he might have come
in contact with.

So he killed Anne-Marie Weston?

He hasn't admitted that,
but the girls

were witnesses, and they
agreed to testify, so...

Go home.

You did a great job.

Good night, man.

Thanks, buddy.

Hey.

You want something to eat?

No. I just want
to go home and...

curl up in a ball and
maybe cry a little more.

Angela, there's still only
a one-in-four chance...

Don't do the math.

We already got totally
screwed by the math.

Well, then, I have no choice
but to take up the piano.

What are you talking about?

I always saw myself staring
through microscopes with my kid.

If that's not possible
because the baby is blind,

then we'll play piano together.

Honey, wait a minute.

You should take up sculpture.

Very seriously.

What are you talking about?

Because if you can't teach
our kid how to paint,

then sculpture is an
excellent substitute, you know?

Maybe even better.

Honey, listen...

there's only a 25% chance
of blindness, so we...

Right.

You're clever.

What do you think
we can handle?

You and I, together.

What do you think
we can handle?

Honestly?

Anything.

Anything at all.

Now, that's good math.

So, what do you
think the chances are

that me and my dad actually
sat in these seats

watching the game?
Hmm.

Let's see.

60,000 seats.

Aren't you going to stop me?

Nah, I actually like watching
you do the math, that's all.

I'm just glad
that the power's back on.

You know, these pills
that I have to take,

they look huge.

They're an extremely
potent antiviral.

As long as you just don't skip
any doses, you'll be fine.

Yeah. Unless
I choke to death.

I can't get these things open.

How is your back?

It feels great since you,
you know, magically fixed it.

Well, it wasn't magic.

Well, me and you, we both have

different definitions
on that word.

Right? That's true.
You think that...

microwave ovens are magic.

Mmm. Well...

you know, wow, tell you what,

cooking a baked potato in
five minutes, that's magic.

Just, uh...

I'm just angry.

I'm angry.

Not at you.

Okay.

I just need time, that's all.

I just need time to kind of...

hang back and find
that inner peace

before I, you know,
get back out there.

You know what we're
talking about here, right?

Yes.

You and me...

you know, and...
and love...

happiness and life and fate.

I don't believe in fate.

But I know what
we're talking about.

I am improving.

Improving?
Yes. I'm...

quite strong.

Yeah, well, you've
always been strong.

You know the difference

between strength
and imperviousness, right?

No, not if you're going to get
all scientific on me.

Well, uh...

a substance
that is impervious to damage

doesn't need to be strong.

When you and I met,
I was an impervious substance.

Now I am a strong substance.

I think I know what you mean.

A time could come when...

you aren't angry anymore and...

I'm strong enough
to risk losing

the last of my imperviousness.

Maybe then, we could try
to be together.

I am going to write down a date

and guess what that
time is, all right?

I want you to do the same.

Why? Why?
Because, when I was a kid,

if I wanted something
really, really bad,

I'd write it down
on a piece of paper

and I'd burn it.
It was like a spell.

It was bound that my wish
would come true.

Why?

Why? Because it...
well, you know,

you burn it and it was
released into the universe.

It's just smoke, Booth.

Particulates
with no special powers.

Fine. Then, what do we have
to lose? Go ahead.

Come on.
Okay, how does this work?

Well, write down...
what you think.

Don't look.

I'm not looking.

Okay.
We'll burn it, okay?

On three. Ready?

One...
Wait, we're going on three?

Let's just...
On three or after three?

Bones, let's just burn
it together, okay?

Okay.

One, two, three.

Ah-kay.

I think you were a
little late on that one.

No. No, I think you humped the gun.
Humped the gun?

You mean jumped the gun.
Oh! Jumped the gun, you mean.

I think you were a little lagging...
Don't freak out.

I'm not freaking out...
I just don't want

the house to burn down,
that's all.

I think you were late
coming in with it.

No, I put mine in exactly
on the count of three.