Bones (2005–2017): Season 8, Episode 23 - The Pathos in the Pathogens - full transcript

I want all the venting
double-checked for leaks.

And put plastic guards
on any sharp corners of tables or gurneys.

Do we have enough suits
for everyone? Just

These last two are for us.

The rep from the C.D.C. is downstairs in
Holding, waiting until we're set up.

The C.D.C. sent over
preliminary photos from the body find.

They were inspecting a facility in Maryland
that disposes of biohazard waste.

And the remains were found
with veterinary waste? Yeah.

I'm gonna have a hell of a time
with a skull that damaged.

Do they have any idea
what the infection is?

They initially suspected
necrotizing fasciitis.



Flesh-eating disease?
Yes.

But the decomposition was too rapid,

and it wouldn't have damaged
the bone so severely.

Damage that advanced from fasciitis would
normally take at least three to four days.

Dr. Jacobs from the C.D.C.
has taken initial cultures,

but so far they don't know
if it's viral or bacterial...

or airborne or blood-borne.

So we could be looking
at some kind of outbreak situation here?

We have to assume so, yes.

I thought biohazard facilities
had strict protocols.

How can someone just
dump a body in there?

The place has been cited twice before
for security breaches.

That's why the C.D.C. showed up
for a surprise inspection.

Any word from the Jeffersonian yet?
Nope, not yet. Not a word.



They're putting on their space suits
before they even look at the victim.

I'm telling you, usually I hope a killer is
sloppy-makes them easier to catch.

Yeah, except this time
being sloppy could cause a pandemic.

- I have a mass spec up there?
- Yes.

And a centrifuge? Yes, Dr. Hodgins.
It's all up there.

Angela, all your camera equipment
and scanning equipment's...

been set up next to the light table.

And the direct Ethernet link
to the servers in my office?

- They're finishing cabling now.
- Okay.

- Dr. Saroyan?
- Uh, I'm Dr. Saroyan.

- And this is Dr. Brennan.
- Ivan Jacobs. it is an honor to be working with you all here.

Dr. Jacobs, you were on the front line
in Turkey during the H5N1 outbreak.

Yes. And I've spent the past six months
with the W.H.O. in the Congo,

and I have not seen
anything like this before.

You took preliminary
viral cultures? Yes.

It's virulent and replicating quickly.

But we need additional cultures
and more analysis to give us a strain.

We were hoping that an I.D.
of the victim...

could provide where she
contracted the infection.

Then let's get working.
I'll suit up.

Was this person tortured?

We think the nervous system was hit,

which caused the muscles to seize.

Based on the occipital and pelvic outlet,
the decedent's a female.

The wear on the mandibular teeth indicates
an age between 25 and 35 years old.

There are lesions on
the long bones and the ribs.

They seem to have developed recently.

- Had to be within the past 24 hours.
- She's turning into soup.

We're dealing with
a single-stranded R.N.A. virus,

a mutation that doesn't depend
on the cell cycle to replicate.

- Which accounts for its speed.
- And why we're seeing such severe damage to the bones.

The blood remaining in the heart wouldn't be
as contaminated by decompositional tissue.

I'll use leukocyte depletion filters
to single out white blood cells,

see what kind of infection
we're dealing with here.

There's insect larvae on her clothes.

This could tell us where she was
before she was dumped.

I hope so. We need to I.D. the victim
as quickly as possible.

If we know who she is,
we might understand what did this to her.

Hi, Booth.
This is Dr. Jacobs from the C.D.C.

Hey. Okay, listen, the biohazard facility
can't tell us where the body came from.

The records, they're a mess. And everything that
was supposed to be burned got mixed together.

That's common when the remains
have been mislabeled.

She was placed in a level-one containment
bag along with veterinary waste.

Do you have an I.D. yet?

Well, whoever did this didn't want us to.

- Oh, my God.
- What? You can't get an I.D.?

There's not enough tissue left
for fingerprints.

This bone damage isn't from the disease.

Someone smashed the teeth, mandible
and maxilla to prevent a dental I.D.

I'm scanning to at least get
a close facial approximation.

Whoever did this knows how dangerous
this virus is and was trying to hide it.

Well, but why?

Maybe they intend to infect other people...

and they don't want anyone
knowing how to stop them.

Bones, we're talking about
bioterrorism here.

I know.

Are you any closer?

Since I only have a partial
reconstruction,

I'm getting multiple hits.

Hodgins found evidence that
she was last in Coral Hills, Maryland,

before she wound up
in the biohazard facility.

Okay, well, all these D.M.V. hits are from
Maryland, so I must be getting close.

Those three don't match. Their temporal
bones aren't angled like the victim's.

The recognition program-

That woman seems like a closer match,

but the victim's zygomatic
is more pronounced.

That's her. That's her.

Okay.

Wow.

Mia Garrett.

So why do we pay eight zillion dollars
for the software when we have you?

Under normal circumstances,
it allows me to take a longer lunch.

I'll tell Booth.

Are you sure it was Mia?

Yeah. I'm very sorry
for your loss, Mr. Carr.

We were talking about getting married, picking
out different places for the ceremony.

You had no idea where she'd
been for the past three days?

No. I was traveling.
She wasn't answering her phone.

That didn't worry you-
not knowing where she was?

It wasn't unusual.

She was working on a story,
and she needed space.

I didn't have a problem with that.

- She's a journalist?
- Yeah. A blogger. Me too.

We both were trying for that story
that would make the headlines.

Did she write about terrorism,
by any chance?

Terrorism? No.

Her focus was on Big Pharma,

medical research, doping,
that kind of stuff.

What do you write about, Ben?
Travel.

Nothing too exciting.

Look, I-l told Mia what she
was working on was dangerous.

Those people she was investigating
have money, power.

They don't want some blogger poking around.

What was the last thing she was working on?

I wish I knew.

She said it could've been the one.

But Mia liked to keep things
to herself until she finished the project.

Didn't she trust you?

Well, of course she trusted me.

I just told you we were thinking
about getting married.

Just th-that story,
she didn't want to tell me. For now.

Sounds like she didn't trust you.

The bone damage is reminiscent
of multiple myeloma.

But there's no cancer that moves this fast.

There are some viral strains of the
psittacosis-lymphogranuloma venereum group...

that have been known to affect bone.

It's the preliminary pathology
from the blood work.

There are no aerosolized pathogens.

- Thank God.
- It's not airborne?

It's not airborne.

So it had to come through a transfer
of blood or fluid or an injection.

So we can eliminate bioterrorism?

Well, not completely,
but it would seem a stretch.

One thing's for sure-
we're not gonna need this tent anymore.

I think that deserves
another “thank God.”

Booth. Okay.

You sure? Yeah. That's great news, Bones.

Okay. Great. Yeah. You too.

All right, good news.
The, uh-The virus isn't airborne.

They're safe.
That's a load off.

That is. I can't even think about Bones
being in there with all those germs.

Give me a guy with a gun anytime.

Now we have to find out
what Mia was working on.

Angela's looking at her laptop now.

Mia encrypted everything.

Her e-mails, documents all used
a steganographic encryption.

She was wicked smart.

What just happened?

That is me being smarter than her.

Okay, I just intercepted
an e-mail, probably spam.

It shows me how
the encryption process works.

Because it has to create
an opening to accept the e-mail.

Exactly. You could be my lovely assistant.

- If I wasn't your boss.
- Right.

Okay, her password. We are in.

Now I just search for the most recently
updated documents.

€œViral mutation”?

Okay, these are random notes
from an interview with Dr. Tessa Burke.

Seems like they were talking about
mutation possibilities...

of SARS, Lassa and yellow fever,

all deadly viruses that could kill a lot
of people very quickly.

Yeah.

According to her notes,
Mia Garrett had two meetings with you...

at your lab over the past few weeks?

Yes. And we're scheduled
for another one next week. Why?

Mia's dead, Dr. Burke.

I just saw her. What happened?

Well, she contracted a fatal illness.
It was blood-borne.

Someone hid that fact
by disposing of her remains.

She was working on an expose on the dangers
of mutating pandemics.

I'm an expert in the field.
That's why she wanted to interview me.

But she was just a blogger.
Did you find her suspicions credible?

Absolutely.
Mia's work could have been very important.

She could have raised public awareness,
saved lives.

- I can't believe she's gone.
- Your lab works with infectious diseases, doesn't it?

Yes. My lab is a biosafety
level-two facility.

But we work primarily
with Lyme disease and hep

Mmm. So she could have contracted something
in your lab, couldn't she?

Mine?
Yeah.

God, no. Given the quantities we work with
and our safety protocols,

you could lick any Petri dish in my lab-

worst you'd get is
a bad case of the sniffles.

But there could be something unexpected.
It happens. Right?

The reason I'm asking is because...

you seem to be one of the last people
Mia saw before she died.

What are you suggesting? I was helping Mia.

I was on her side.

Of course. I apologize.

I understand how that might have
made you feel defensive.

If there's nothing else, please tell
the C.D.C. or the Jeffersonian...

I'd be happy to offer my assistance
if they need any help.

Yeah. We have our best people working
on it, but I'll let them know.

We treated the different cultures
with antibiotics.

- No responses, so we have to assume it's viral.
- That's something.

That's very little something. This woman
died and began decomposing within 24 hours.

That's too fast to treat other cases unless
we can isolate and identify a specific virus.

And the more people who are infected,

the greater the chance
that it mutates and becomes airborne.

Exactly.

Your expertise is being wasted
on bones, Dr. Brennan.

Without my expertise,
you wouldn't know as much as you do.

A bone marrow sample
is the surest way to see...

how the immune system
was so severely compromised.

A big enough drop
in eosinophils or neutrophils...

would guarantee the infection
would grow unimpeded.

This sample should narrow down...

what kind of virus we're dealing with.

We need to bag her
until we do further testing.

Okay.

Okay. On three.

One, two, three.

- Ah!
- What? Are you okay, Mr. Vaziri?

Something stuck me.
Something on her humerus.

Let me see.

We need to flush this with saline
and sodium hypochlorite immediately.

And then I'll be okay?
Let's just do it now.

- What's happening?
- He was cut on the remains.

- Get some rilpivirine.
- But-

Just go!

We need to get as much
blood out as possible to delay infection.

But if this doesn't work, we don't even know
how the virus multiplies or takes hold.

- All we can do at this point.
- Take off my finger.

You know how the circulatory system works.
That wouldn't help now.

Rilpivirine.
Okay.

If the virus is in your system, hopefully,
this will reduce the rate of its growth.

For God's sakes, what the hell good
is the C.D.C. if you let this happen?

It's not his fault. We followed all
the protocols. Something cut me.

This is the cause. I found it embedded in the
desiccated tissue on the victim's humerus.

- Which victim? There seem to be two now.
- Cam.

- I'm sorry.
- What is it?

It's the tip of a micro needle.

I found it when I was reexamining
the humerus on Mia's M.R.l.

That's how she was infected. The gauge is
so small, she probably didn't even feel it.

While you culture that,
we'll get Arastoo to the hospital.

Why? To get a tetanus shot?

We don't even know what's in me
or how to treat it.

And his immune system
would be compromised.

He could get a lethal secondary infection
at the hospital.

And I could potentially
infect other people.

So we just let you die like Mia Garrett?

No. You use me.

The Jeffersonian has all the equipment
we'd find at a hospital.

If I get sick, you can study my symptoms.

It's the best way to discover what illness
we're dealing with.

- He's right, Cam.
- This is now bigger than one man, Dr. Saroyan.

- Not to me.
- You don't mean that, Cam.

I could be the key.

You know this is what has to be done.

Is there a room where he can
be isolated and observed?

Guys, I need the bone room
cleared and secured.

Get a hospital bed, cardiac monitors,

a ventilator, defibrillator,
nasogastric tubes...

and equipment for peritoneal dialysis.

Got it.

- [ Booth [Arastoo is sick?
- Potentially.

He's not exhibiting any symptoms.

Well, yet. How about you?

- I'm fine. Everyone else is fine.
- I'm coming over.

No, Booth. The protocols
have been tightened. They won't let you in.

- I'll be fine.
- You sure?

Yes. Just focus on your end of the case.

That's how you can help.
But wait. Take a look at this.

You gotta be kidding me. Someone tried
to kill her by injecting the virus?

The injection site on Mia Garrett appears
to be on her posterior humerus.

Then they covered it up
so no one would find out.

Yes. Once the virus is identified,
it could lead directly to the killer.

Which means that you haven't
identified it yet.

We're still waiting for test results.

- What happened with Burke and the boyfriend?
- I got nothing.

We're checking the blog
and the travel records...

to find out where he's been
and if his alibi even holds.

Burke seems clean, you know,
but the C.D.C...

is checking the records at her lab
for any inconsistencies.

- The bone marrow results are back.
- I have to go, Booth.

Sure. All right, listen. I'm gonna push
Angela to get me more from Mia's laptop.

Look, I love you.

I love you too, Booth.

The bone marrow results...

show signs of infection to the fibroblasts.

And to the monocyte-derived macrophages.

I have never seen damage this pronounced
over such a short period of time.

Coupled with the synovial
thickening in the joints,

I think we're looking
at Chikungunya virus.

CHIKV? That's found in Africa, isn't it?

Yes. Unfortunately,
there's a black market for pathogens.

Dealers pop up on the Internet every day.

But someone was skilled enough to mutate
the strain to make it difficult to I.D.

ls there some kind of
treatment for Arastoo?

There's a serum for CHIKV derived from the
E1 polyclonal antibodies found in rabbits.

That's been known to help in certain cases.
Certain cases?

Yes. I'll have the C.D.C. send some over.

102.3.

It's only been
an hour and 47 minutes since contact.

- Do you need any additional blood work?
- In 20 minutes.

I'll be taking another bone scan,
Mr. Vaziri.

Since we have a baseline for you,

it'll tell us the exact speed
with which the virus is spreading.

So you can tell how much time I have left?

The serum's on its way from the C.D.C.
You're gonna be fine.

- How do yourjoints and extremities feel?
- They're becoming painful.

It's more difficult to move.

On a scale of one to 10,
how much did that hurt?

Seven.

Okay, if everyone can stand back, please?

Mr. Vaziri, just-just lie still.

Based on the progression you're seeing,
do you think the serum will work?

It's all we have.

Logic would dictate
that whoever injected Mia with the virus...

has to possess an antidote.

Excuse me?

Someone purposely altered
the genetic makeup of CHIKV...

and then used it to infect Mia Garrett.

That person wanted to control the virus.

Which means having a guarantee they wouldn't
be a victim of their own handiwork.

Exactly.
An antidote specific to the mutated virus.

So the key to saving Arastoo's life
is finding Mia's killer.

They think the infection
is a strain of the CHIKV virus.

It's spread by mosquitoes in Africa,
southern India and Southeast Asia.

- So they can treat it?
- They hope, but Arastoo-

he's developing a fever more quickly
than CHIKV normally presents.

- But they said that-
- They said it's a strain of CHIKV.

It's a mutation. They're trying to get
a serum that's worked before.

And I'll do my own research, but just-

I want you to steer clear of Arastoo
for the time being.

I have a lot to do here, but if
they need me, then-They won't.

Okay, well, you be careful too.

- Did you find anything?
- Yeah. I was decrypting another story that Mia was writing.

She was planning on posting this next week.

She was investigating a private lab that was
developing performance-enhancing drugs.

- Like Lance Armstrong stuff?
- Yeah, but for horses.

And the guy funding it is Byron Fuller.

He owns over 30 thoroughbreds,
and they have been winning a lot lately.

Now, get this.

I looked at a few e-mails
from Mia to Fuller, and I realized-

They were sleeping together.

Mia Garrett was gonna post a piece proving
that you had a lab for doping horses.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You don't? Take a look at that, huh?

You probably wouldn't be able
to race again. You'd be sued.

- You'd probably be thrown in jail.
- This is ridiculous.

- I didn't kill Mia.
- The C.D.C. is tearing your lab apart right now.

I can only imagine, if
you had a lab tech...

who could come up with something
to make your horses run faster,

it'd be real easy to come up
with a virus to kill Mia.

I didn't kill her!

She was found in a biohazard facility
with veterinary waste.

I mean, you do have a vet
in your lab, right?

Yeah, look, look.
He's on retainer to treat my animals.

You have nothing on me. This is ridiculous.

Nothing? Okay, look at these e-mails
between you and Mia.

Seems like you two were getting cozy.

I don't have to say another word.

Mia was sleeping with you. You found out
she was only doing it to bring you down.

You got mad, and you killed her.

Now, before more people die,
where is the antidote?

I'm not saying another thing
without my lawyer.

My temp has risen another degree.

Okay, we need to reduce the fever.

The fever could be fighting the infection.

No. it's spiking too quickly.
You're burning up.

Couldn't you give me
a Popsicle or something?

Ah, a smart-ass.
I'll take that as a good sign.

But you're getting more I.V. antipyretics.

Did your people find anything
in Byron Fuller's lab?

C.D.C. and bioterror units
swarmed over every inch of the place.

Nothing infectious.
They're sure?

All they found were steroid derivatives,
uh, growth hormones,

testosterone, protropin.

The vet running the lab didn't even
have the equipment for viral mutation.

Let's just hope the CHIKV antiserum works.

- You don't seem optimistic.
- We're dealing with a mutation here.

Whoever designed it probably didn't want
the antiserum to work.

And if you were in Mr. Vaziri's position?

I would take this as quickly as I could.

I'll reexamine the bone lesions.
They don't mimic CHIKV.

All right. So I've been analyzing
some of Mia's writing.

Now, stylistically,
she is very aggressive and fearless.

Her ambition dictated
some very poor choices.

Having an affair with someone like Byron
Fuller might not have gotten her killed,

but it could have.

Well, then this e-mail
to Fuller fits right in.

Look at the subject line.
“Counting Down to Kentucky.”

She's describing some sexual acts
she wants to engage in.

That would certainly make Fuller trust her.

But how do you think it
would make her boyfriend feel?

He was talking about
how they were planning on getting married.

You don't need my expenfise
to imagine how he'd react.

I'm asking because she sent
this e-mail to her boyfriend by mistake.

What?
Yeah.

Mia must have used Autofill.
Both names start with

Okay. That explains why he was overcompensating
when describing their relationship.

Sweets, I'm telling you,
if Hodgins did this to me-

I know. You'd want to kill him.

No. I would kill him.

Yeesh.

I'm sorry to do this to you,
but you need to sign a waiver.

But you said
it's progressing like CHIKV.

For the most part. Of course I'll sign.

Okay.

Let me know if you feel any change
in joint pain, chills, anything at all.

- His heart rate's increasing.
- My heart's racing.

Shortness of breath.

- Shouldn't we do something?
- We have to see how this develops.

- Each person reacts differently.
- My arms.

- I can't move them.
- Is that expected?

I haven't seen it before, no.

Help me get him onto his side.

Heart rate's 148 and climbing.

I'm giving him some midazolam and atenolol
to lower his blood pressure.

I'm not sure if... it's clear
you're not sure. None of us are.

I'm getting his heart rate down.

Stay with me.

Okay. Stay with me.

Arastoo, stay with me.

Okay.

Come on. Come on.

Did you find anything in the needle
we found in Mia's upper arm?

Nothing. Whatever was in there
was completely emptied.

- How's Arastoo?
- Still critical.

What are you doing?
_ Uh_

I'm simmering medicine for Arastoo.

- Excuse me?
- The C.D.C.'s antiserum didn't work, okay?

Big Pharma doesn't have anything for us.
So you know what?

I'm going to the source.
What? Folk remedies?

Yes. For thousands of years
before modern medicine,

mankind used plant and animal extracts
to actually treat disease.

Are those maggots?
Yes.

Because their excretions have been known
to actually reduce inflammation.

Listen, I mean no disrespect here, but I
don't have time to argue about this, Dr. B.

I don't want to argue.

The Makua from Tanzania,
where there was a recent outbreak of CHIKV-

you should research the
plants they rely on.

Yeah. Well-
Yeah, that's actually why I'm using this.

It's Eupator/'um penf
for the joint swelling.

Pyrogenium has been known
to settle the nervous system.

We just have to figure
out dosage to weight.

So, we read through your travel blog, Ben.

We know that you were in the middle
of the Indian rain forest...

when you found out about Mia's affair.

I don't know what you're talking about.

We have the e-mail she sent you by mistake.

All right. Look.

I understand how humiliating
this must be for you.

I loved Mia. I got past that.

The question is, how?
No.

I didn't kill her!

Sometimes, when we're emotionally hurt,
we don't think clearly.

Now, it must have been hell for you,
halfway across the world, alone,

thinking about Mia in bed with another man.

She was trying to get a story.
Things got out of hand.

She didn't mean to hurt me.

But the Bureau got a warrant
to search your apartment.

- They found a stash of syringes.
- Well, I'm diabetic.

Those are perfectly legal for me to have.

Black market drugs.
Pretty common in India, right?

They think that you snuck some home,

used one of your perfectly legal needles
to kill your cheating girlfriend.

Look, I'm not denying that we had troubles,
but I would never hurt Mia.

You need to believe me. I'd like to.
I really would, Ben.

But you have to understand why believing
you might be difficult right now.

Arastoo, we're inducing
protective hypothermia.

We're also putting a catheter
in your femoral artery...

to introduce a cold saline infusion.

It'll decrease cellular metabolism...

and buy us a little time to figure out what
our other treatment options are.

Okay. And I will be giving you...

some lorazepam and methohexital
to let you sleep.

'Cause this is gonna be painful.

Okay.

How long does he have?

Based on the bone scan Dr. Brennan did...

and the amount of time it took for Mia
Garrett's symptoms to manifest,

I'd say four hours at most.

I'm sorry.

Mia encrypted her notes
for ongoing stories...

and scattered them
in separate partitions on her hard drive.

That's a lot of secrecy for a blogger.

Yeah. The way this was encrypted,
she could've worked for the C.I.A.

She probably didn't want her boyfriend
to find out what else she was doing.

I don't think you have to worry
about the boyfriend, actually.

Hodgins said his syringes
are a different gauge...

than the one used
to inject Mia with the virus.

Great. Okay. Back to a dead end.

Actually, I don't think so, Booth.

Mia was zeroing in on specific labs
that were capable of mutating a virus.

Level-four labs. The most dangerous.

- Is that Dr. Burke?
- No, her facility is level two.

Her lab doesn't have any exotic pathogens.
C.D.C. checked.

Well, her current facility doesn't.

But this says that she was employed
at a level-four facility two years ago...

and that she got fired.

Why?
I'm not sure.

The lawsuit cites wrongful termination.

- What was she accused of?
- I don't know. You're gonna have to figure it out.

The lawsuit was sealed
after the settlement.

Just send me all the information
about the other lab.

- You'll have it in a minute.
- Great. How is Arastoo?

Brennan and Hodgins
are looking into folk remedies.

Well, that's not good.
What's the C.D.C. guy say?

If we don't find out who killed Mia soon
and get an antiserum,

Arastoo could be gone in a few hours.

His blood-oxygen levels are dropping.

But his lungs are clear.
I can't explain it.

We'd like to try this, Dr. Jacobs.

- Nothing else now. We've just given him-
- No, what is it?

It's a distillation of herb and animal
extracts-Nauc/ea latifo/ia,

which treats fever,
a n d B/dens pi/osa, wh I c: h-

No. I can't allow herbal experimentation.

At worst, it'll slow progress and give him
more time until we find an antidote.

The C.D.C. has a containment protocol,
and without approval from the agency-

Seriously? We're gonna wait for
a government agency to act?

I thought that you said he
only has a couple hours left.

You have spent time in Africa, Dr. Jacobs.

I'm sure you've seen
cholera victims treated by local priests...

and seen many of them recover.

I've also seen many die
from treatable diseases...

because of superstition and ignorance.

And if you had a better treatment option
than Dr. Brennan or Dr. Hodgins,

then I'd agree with you,
but the fact is you don't.

The virus is unpredictable.
You don't know how he'll react.

That's right. But we do know he'll die
if we don't do something.

I'm sorry, but the C.D.C. is in charge-

You are in charge of Mia Garrett's remains.

But this is my lab,
I am responsible for this man,

and we will be giving him this injection.

I handpicked Dr. Burke. She was a
brilliant researcher, very creative.

Creative? How?

You can't treat illness
or devise treatments without imagination.

- Like mutating a virus.
- Absolutely.

Some of our greatest cures come when we
find out how a pathogen can be transformed.

So how does a brilliant doctor
end up suing you for wrongful dismissal?

I'm not allowed to discuss
the case or the settlement.

Look, a woman was murdered with a virus
that the C.D.C. cannot identify right now.

One of the last people
that she talked to was Dr. Burke.

Now we have someone who's about to die
from that same virus.

My God. You think Tessa actually killed
somebody? I don't know. You tell me.

Is it possible?

Tessa was a zealot.
The rules didn't matter to her.

But that's what made her brilliant,
but also why she got fired.

I'm not supposed to talk about this,

but cultures went missing.

Tessa had access and motive.

Motive? What kind of motive?
Her research.

She thought we weren't
giving her enough leeway.

But we could have lost our grants.

This whole place could
go away without them.

If she stole the cultures,
why did she sue?

We didn't have proof,
but I was sure it was her.

- Okay. What went missing?
- It was a tropical virus.

Uh, it's found in Africa, Southeast Asia.

- CHIKV.
- Yes.

She killed someone with it?

Well, apparently,
she changed it before she used it.

If it's mutated,
I don't know any way to treat it.

- How is Mr. Vaziri?
- His vitals actually seem more stable.

Clearly, the herbs helped.
I came to apologize.

No need. I understand that when someone is
blindly subservient to institutional authority,

their judgment is frequently compromised.

That was an eloquent insult.
I thought so.

Did your department find any evidence
of CHIKV in Dr. Burke's lab?

Nothing. And according to witnesses,
she works day and night,

so she wouldn't have had time
to conduct experiments at another facility.

So unless we find a way to tie CHIKV
to her, she can't be arrested.

Unfortunately, that's the way it looks.

Perhaps this will help.

I thought you'd been over
the victim's M.R.l.'s before.

I took new scans because I saw this.

- It's fractured.
- It's bowing outward.

Which means the pressure
came from inside the bone.

This break wasn't here before?
No.

It occurred postmortem.
Now take a look at the most recent scans.

That's the site where Mia
was injected with the virus.

You can see there's a pocket
in the trabecular section of the bone.

That's where the pressure originated
that caused the fracture.

- It looks like a small tumor.
- This isn't CHIKV.

There was something added
to that injection.

Something that's still growing.

I'm taking a slice for analysis.

Perhaps we can determine what's causing
this postmortem cellular reproduction.

These are prokaryotes.

That means the growth in the bone
isn't viral. it's a bacterial infection.

So she was injected
with a virus and bacteria.

The bacteria acted as a booster so that the
mutated virus would grow even more quickly.

- The botulinum toxin.
- Botulism?

Yeah. Laboratory grade.

Botulinum toxin's
a Class “A” selected agent...

strictly monitored through the C.D.C.

Once we determine
the specific version of the toxin,

we can prove that Dr. Burke
made it in her lab...

and get the antiserum from her.

Look, they're bringing in Tessa Burke.
How soon till you get the results?

Dr. Jacobs from the C.D.C.
is cross-checking the botulinum toxin...

to see if it's registered to her lab.

Look, how's Arastoo?

The herbs are slowing progress,

but I'm not sure how long he can hold out.

Look, I'll get what he needs from Burke.

All right, look. She's here.

- Just get me that proof as soon as you can.
- Okay.

This is absurd. I don't have any antidote.

Mia and I were on the same side.
I have no reason to kill her.

You stole cultures from the last lab
that you worked at.

How did you-That settlement was sealed.

Thorne told you, didn't he?

- So you're not denying this?
- I am, categorically.

He accused me of stealing
so he could take all my notes.

Simatech Biolab owned all my research,
and he wanted it for himself.

Why didn't you bring up Thorne before
when you talked to Dr. Sweets?

Because I was under a court order,
which, apparently,

means a hell of a lot more to me
than it does to Thorne.

So you're saying that
he has reason to kill Mia?

I gave Mia everything I knew about
outbreaks, unethical lab practices.

You're talking about Thorne now?
Yes.

He would do anything to keep his grants.

I told Mia. She was looking into him.

He was about to lose 12 million from the N.l.H.
unless he came up with something really big.

You can check it out.

If he was doing something unethical
and Mia found out about it-

he would
do anything to keep that quiet.

- Booth.
- This is Dr. Jacobs with the C.D.C.

The botulinum toxin
is registered to Simatech Labs.

- It's run by-
- Yeah, Dr. Leonard Thorne. I know.

So if someone stole
the culture two years ago-

Impossible. Simatech
was only certified for the toxin this year.

Okay. Thanks. Yeah, you can go now.

This fall, we are gonna
drive through New England,

see the leaves turn.

I know this great inn that you would love.

And you can teach me
how to make your abgoosht.

I am so sorry that...

I was too busy last weekend.

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You are gonna get through this, Arastoo.

You Will.

Do you need anything?

You and Dr. Brennan already gave us...

a little extra time.

His vitals are dropping?

You killed Mia Garrett because
she figured out you mutated the virus.

I've already told you,
I don't know Mia Garrett.

You were gonna let it loose,
weren't you, huh?

You were gonna let the virus out.
Be the big hero.

Come up with the cure so you'd get rich.

I want a lawyer. Yeah. A good man
is gonna die in a couple hours.

I need the antidote.

That's it? Okay, let's go
for a little walk, huh?

Bones!

We shouldn't do this.
We're technically still on lockdown.

But if we don't,
he's just going to shoot out the lock.

Open up.

Let's go, huh?

Call for help. He can't do this!
Sure, I can.

I want you to see your handiwork.
Where's Mia?

- On the platform.
- On the platform, okay. Up here. Come on.

Take a look. Huh? Look!

Is that what you wanted
to have happen to her, huh? Look at her.

- Take a good look, Doc.
- You shouldn't get him so close.

Oh, right, right. We don't want the doctor
to catch a cold here.

What do you say we go
have a show-and-tell, huh? Come on.

Security tapes at his lab show Mia coming
back to Simatech late at night.

She was already sick.
She must have known what Thorne was up to.

She wanted the antidote.

So you just let her die and then sent her
to be destroyed with the animals.

Let's go take a look in here. Shall we?

There's your next victim.
He's only got a couple hours to live.

- We need the antidote.
- Please, he's done nothing to you.

If he tells us where the antidote is,
it's an admission of guilt.

- It's over for you anyway.
- I've asked for my lawyer. I know my rights.

- These people are witnesses.
- No, Booth! Please.

Please, his-

His name is Arastoo Vaziri,
and he's a good man,

a generous man, and I...

love him,

and you know that this is not-

He-He's done nothing to deserve this.
You know that.

What if this was someone you love?

Would you let them die like this?

Please help him.

- I want my lawyer.
- Booth, that's not going to help.

I can talk to him.

We couldn't make an antiserum,

but we were able to cultivate the virus
from the needle you stuck in Mia's arm.

- Bones, that's not gonna work.
- I just want him to understand what's happening.

Oh!

[ Shouts I

- What have you done?
- I think it's pretty clear what I've done.

Perhaps now you'll tell us
where the antiserum is.

♪♪ ♪ /am just like an arrow, »

♪ Heading straight
for a destiny ♪

♪ Then I met you ♪

♪ And the world opened up
in front of me ♪

♪ Revealing there was more
than the eye could see ♪♪

- HEY-
- HEY-

Arastoo is, uh, doing well.

His fever's almost gone.
Thank God.

And Cam?
Are you kidding?

She's over the moon.

The paramedics are here. She's gonna
go with them when they go to the hospital.

I'm so glad.

You know, he would've died
if it wasn't for you.

Oh, come on.
The antiserum saved his life.

No, you and Brennan gave him the time
he needed until it got here.

You and Brennan saved him, babe.

You did.

Dr. Brennan, I wanted to say thank you.

Without your team,
I can't imagine what would've happened.

- Many deaths, I suppose.
- Yes.

I hope, next time, we'll meet
under less stressful circumstances.

- I would enjoy that.
- Yeah.

- Thorne's in custody. You ready?
- Almost.

You're a lucky man, Agent Booth.

Yes, I am.

Very lucky.

I think we're all lucky after today.

You ready?
Yes.

You know that wasn't real virus,
so I couldn't have killed him.

Figured.

I would have used the real one
if I'd had it.

Oh, I know.

Because I would have missed Arastoo,

and... Cam would have been so sad.

Guy has no idea how lucky I really am.

I mean really lucky.

Aw. I love you too.

Can we stop off for a drink?
Sure.

Champagne. The good stuff.

What's that mean?