All language subtitles for Body Of Proof - 2x19 - Going Viral (2).en

Dani! No!

Somebody help me please!

Whatever that creep gave
her was attacking him.

No, no, no, don't touch him!
Don touch him! Call an ambulance.

What if it's not a poison but an infection?

(Woman) Seizing en route.
She's massively hypotensive.

I think we've got an outbreak.

Dr. Charlie Stafford,
Center for Disease Control.

YouTube flagged this.

- A whole lot of you are going to die.
- It's an act of terrorism.

Brendan Johnson, FBI
special agent in charge.

Bodies!

(Peter) Our terrorist is patient zero.

He infected himself first, and then

turned himself into a suicide bomber.

We're talking about an exotic virus.

(Stafford) Which are more deadly.

(Megan) But not airborne.

(Camera shutters clicking)

(Exhales) People, the truth is...

(Clicking continues)

the terrorist is sick.

He's...

infecting...

all of you, and he's still...

out there.

(Woman screams)

Kate.

(Indistinct conversations)

I need an ambulance!

(Indistinct conversations continue)

She's going into circulatory collapse.

(Gasps)

I need an epipen.

I have one.

Here's one.

- I need both.
- Both?

One's not gonna do it.

On my count. Ready?

One... two...

(Kate gasps)

Aaaah!

(Pants)

(Whispers) Megan.

(Megan) Oh, thank God.
(Exhales)

(People speaking indistinctly)

Listen to me,

don't you die on me.

Believe it or not, I don't
have a lot of girlfriends.

I can't afford to lose even one.

(People continue speaking indistinctly)

(Gurney clatters)

(People continue speaking indistinctly)

That's it. I can't wait any longer.

I'm instituting mandatory isolation wards.

Anybody has a fever over 98.7, they cough,

we quarantine their ass,

starting with her.

(Siren wails)

166 victims.

92 are in the morgue.

The rest are being placed
in isolation wards

that are already at overcapacity.

If we continue at this rate,
half the city will be infected

inside a week.

Due to the good work of some
of the people in this room,

we've been able to track
the movement of each vic

over the past 72 hours.

Here's what we've discovered...

these six clusters mark the areas

where most of the victims

crossed paths with the terrorist.

We have a bank,

a convenience store,

a gas station,

pharmacy,

coffeehouse, church.

As you can see, all but ten victims

can be tracked to at least
one of these clusters.

So these six areas

are where we're gonna
concentrate the investigation.

So what about the ten
that aren't traceable

to any clusters?

Uh, yes, the outliers.

I see that your girlfriend is one of them,

and her timeline is still half blank.

Maybe if you filled that in,

we could discover which cluster
she went to.

What do you think I've been doing?

I haven't the faintest idea, Dunlop.

(Megan sighs)
As of an hour ago, our body count

went from 78 to 92 dead.

We are going to find

the son of a bitch that did this.

But in order to find the who,
we need to isolate the what.

So tell me what you know. What do we got?

Antibiotics aren't working.

E-even the patients that
got them are crashing.

We're seeing some common symptoms...

uh, pancytopenia, pancreatitis,

patchy liver cell necrosis,

but not enough to account for death.

Then we're running out of options.

I've got one.

(Stafford) Now you want
to tell me why we're having

this meeting of the minds?

(Megan) Tell me what you see.

(Sighs

Hemorrhage.

Hemorrhage.

Ooh.

Rather spectacular hemorrhage.

Hemorrhage.

Hemorrhage.

Looks like we found
our common cause of death.

Bravo, Dr. Hunt.

Let's not do the happy dance yet.

We still have no clue
what this disease is.

Yes, but we know what it does.

Stage one, you think you have a fever,

not knowing that inside,

all of the blood vessels

in your internal organs
are starting to leak blood.

Stage two,

now you really know you're in trouble.

Maybe you... you get a rash,

you start bleeding
from unmentionable orifices,

but before you can do anything
about that...

(Snaps fingers) bam.

Hypotensive shock.

(Megan) Stage three,

pulmonary edema, cerebral edema,

death.

Not more than 72 hours
between the first symptom

and the last.

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So you're telling me this disease

can turn your brain
into cat food in 72 hours,

but you have no clue
what we're dealing with?

You have over a hundred
dead bodies in the morgue.

Can't you find a-a microbe or something

that can you tell you what this thing is?

Do you know how many microbes
there are in the human body?

100 trillion.

That's a 1 with 14 zeroes behind it.

Looking for one microbe

is like looking for one specific
drop of water in the Atlantic.

How about this?

Our little, uh, terrorist Typhoid Mary

gave himself this disease, right?

And it kills in 72 hours.

Is our guy even still alive?

So you're saying, one of our victims

is actually the perp.

(Stafford groans)

I'm gonna wake up screaming
in the middle of the night

years from now
because I didn't think of that.

At first glance, I can tell you this...

anyone who visited a cluster
is not our killer.

Why not?

We have a complete timeline
for each of them.

They each visited a cluster.

None of them visited all six.

Our killer did, though.

Who are these other people?

They're anomalies, outliers.

Ghosts, essentially, 'cause we
don't have their full timelines.

Three are clinging to... to life
in isolation,

seven are in your morgue.

Maybe our terrorist is one of 'em.

We're looking for injection marks,

puncture wounds,

anything that looks like a deliberate cut.

Come on. Dani wasn't a terrorist.

We can't afford to not be thorough.

You want me to do it? I didn't know her.

No, you didn't, so back off.

You know, I hate this.

Dani... dead. Kate's down.

Peter's AWOL.

We are falling apart.

(Stafford) Feel free to tell me
to back off again,

but where is Peter Dunlop?

(Hinges squeak)

Ow.

Ow.

(Monitor beeping rhythmically)

(Indistinct conversations)

Here. Let me.

(Beeping continues)

There we go.

Good girl. Good girl.

Say thank you to the lady, Louise.

Thank you.

(Chuckles) She's shy.

You must be a doctor.

Yeah.

How are you feeling?

Honestly?

Numb.

My husband and I both woke up
sick yesterday.

He had a sore throat.

I had a fever and...

he went to work.

I took Louise to school.

Now he's dead,

and we're here.

I'm sorry.

You're a doctor. Maybe you know.

Did... did he give it to me?

Did I give it to my baby?

Will we die, too?

(Indistinct conversations)

Listen, we made it to the hospital.

That makes us the lucky ones.

They'll balance our electrolytes,

maintain our oxygen status
and blood pressure.

And that all gives us a fighting chance

of holding on until they can
figure out what this thing is.

(Marcel coughs) Balance our electrolytes?

(Coughs) That's a good one, doc.

Does, uh, bourbon have electrolytes in it?

I could use a shot right about now.

Can't you see, people are scared?

Yeah, they should be.

They're dying.

And newsflash... so are we.

So if you could get that nurse for me,

I was serious about that bourbon.

- Really? A drink?
- Yeah, I shoulda had one at the bar

with that hottie the other day.

What?

Prisoner gets a last meal, right?

I want a last drink.

Peter Dunlop.

Julie Tompkins.

You people are so crass.

I know that this seems intrusive,

but frankly, people are frightened.

They want to know exactly what
their families are facing.

Oh, cut it.

Look,

I want to know.

My boyfriend just died of this thing.

(People speaking indistinctly)

I don't have answers.

That's honest, at least.

This hooded figure from the Internet,

he's calling himself "John Q. Plague."

Who is he? Who are we looking for?

We're looking for someone weak...

who hides behind masks and who...

spouts slogans that he learned
off the back of cereal boxes.

He got hold of something deadly,

and for the first time
in his pathetic life,

he feels power.

These outliers are gonna remain outliers.

I've got nothing but a guy
who cut himself shaving

and two who have bed bug bites.

That's it. No injection marks.

Aside from a couple of hangnails,

I couldn't find much of anything either.

Well, I was hoping we could
at least add a couple

of clusters to agent Johnson's
pretty little map.

Where have you been?

(Mask squeaks)

I went to see if the lab
had finished running tests

on those, uh, syringes from
the terrorist's drug den.

That took you 45 minutes?

Uh, no. They weren't finished yet,

so I tried calling the isolation ward

to see how Kate was doing, but I
couldn't get through, so I...

Ethan,

Kate does not want us
wasting our time calling her.

She wants us to solve
the problem, find the killer.

Maybe she'd like to hear
the voice of a friend.

So tell me,

what did the lab say
about the, uh, syringes?

Oh, let me guess.

The big three... heroin, cocaine, meth.

Yes, uh, but here's the thing...

one syringe had a trace for a drug

the lab wasn't testing for.

They're trying to isolate it now.

Weird thing is, it was the only syringe

that was wiped clean of prints.

That's not exactly junkie etiquette.

Mnh-mnh.

We're thinking that syringe

belonged to the terrorist, aren't we?

(Cell phone rings)

(Ring) Tell whoever it is, I'm busy.

(Ring)
(Sighs)

(Ring)

It's Kate.

(Siren whoops)

(Peter) We're looking for a loser

with a jumped-up God complex

who thinks that the ability
to kill makes him a man,

when in reality,
he is and he will remain...

a coward.

Hey, that's the guy who beat me up.

Someone needs to tell him,

the world already has one Dirty Harry.

Please shut up.

That guy just lost somebody he loves.

Love? (Blows raspberry) Overrated.

Look at them.

I'm glad I don't have
some moon-faced relative

slobbering all over me, telling me how sad

life is for them
when I die a horrible death.

Sounds like sour grapes to me.

Yeah? I haven't seen anyone
visit you, either, doc.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Monitors beeping rhythmically)

(Indistinct conversations continue)

(Marcel coughs)

I came as soon as I could.

And I-I should've come sooner.

- No, I'm sorry.
- No.

You shouldn't be here.

It's fine. I understand.

I mean, it's good to see a familiar face,

but I didn't call you here
to hold my hand.

The news, uh...

said there's a clock on this thing...

72 hours from contraction to death.

Has that timeline lengthened?

No, it hasn't.

That guy Trevino collapsed

in interrogation the day Dani died,

four days ago.

So how come he's still alive?

Marcel Trevino...

part-time pickup artist,
full-time con artist,

went into tachycardia 96 hours ago

in a police interrogation cell.

Once the C.D.C.

and the FBI came in,

he went from being a suspect
to just another victim.

You guys kind of forgot about him.

Maybe Trevino's alive because
he's the friggin' terrorist.

Okay, maybe he managed
to figure out a way to,

I don't know, stave off death

so that he could spread
the disease longer.

Bud interrogated him.

He went through his entire timeline.

He wasn't at any of the clusters.

Well, maybe he lied.

Maybe he made up the timeline
just to throw us off.

- I've heard worse theories.
- Where?

I've spent time with him.

It's not like the guy's
exactly Machiavelli.

These days, you don't have to be.

All you need's Google and an ax to grind.

Or meanwhile, back here on planet Earth,

maybe one of these 17 drugs

he's taking for preexisting conditions

is accidentally
slowing down the inevitable.

Nicotine patches for his smoking habit,

antabuse for a drinking habit,

fluvoxamine for his O.C.D.,

interferon for a hep C infection,

and doxycycline for chlamydia...

this guy is a walking pharmacy.

If one of those drugs
is somehow keeping him alive,

we need to find out which one.

Now.

Yeah, I got it. Thank you.

Any one of the 17 drugs in his system

could aid in slowing the disease,

but to control test each one,
that's gonna take time.

We don't have it.

I just got the results back
on the lab from that syringe,

the one that was wiped clean
of the prints?

The mystery drug was interferon.

Trevino is taking interferon.

Yep.

Maybe G-man Johnson
is the genius he thought he was.

Trevino could be our terrorist after all.

(Dial tone drones)

(Keypad beeping)

(Phone rings)

(Ring)

Hi, you've reached Gina Alvarez.

I'm not available right now...

(Dani) Because she's drinking
margaritas on a beach in Brazil

and she doesn't want to talk to you.

(Gina) Dani.
(Laughs)

Now I have to re-record this thing.

How do you stop it?

Leave it, mama. It's cute.

(Voice mail beeps)

Mrs. Alvarez,

um, my name is Peter,

Peter Dunlop, and I'm, uh, I'm Dan...

uh, I-I work... I work with your daughter.

I need you to call me on this number

as soon as you can, please.

(Sighs deeply)

Where have you been?

Thank you for being so understanding.

Yesterday I was understanding.

Today the city is in meltdown.

So whatever you're feeling, box it up,

put it on the shelf until this is over.

Don't you dare.

You know, we all have our own
way of dealing with this, Megan.

And my way is to find out
what the hell happened to Dani.

Your way is keeping me shorthanded.

Tell me something.

Did you stop for a second to call Lacey

or Aidan or your mom?

(Exhales)

Aidan is out of town,
and Lacey's with my mother.

What if they weren't?

What if one of them was on a slab

in that room?

Do you think there's the tiniest chance

that you'd be doing things
a bit differently?

Peter, I get it.

I know how much she meant to you. I do.

But you're not gonna fill
that void tonight,

sitting here.

And right now,

I can't do this without you.

(Exhales deeply)

(Sighs)

(Indistinct conversations)

This is coming through the tip line.

It's from our guy.

You're gonna want to hear this.

(Man) I saw your man on TV,

the one who called me a coward?

(Coughs)

- When a dozen people are killed...
(Whispering) - Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Trace this. Trace this.

...in a wildfire, no one
calls the flames cowards.

Overpopulation leads to overconsumption.

No system is exempt.

- Our blind...
- We got a trace on the call.

- ...dumb pursuit of the happy ending...
- It's coming from a bar near the hospital.

Sir, the M.E.'s office is on line three.

They think our guy is Marcel Trevino.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Man) - FBI! Get dow get down!
- Everybody down!

(Man) Get down on the ground now!

Do it! Do it!

Down! Everybody down!

I said get down!

(Grunts)

(Man) Get your hands
where we can see 'em! Now!

(Men shouting indistinctly)
(Man) Stay right there!

- It's not him.
- On the floor!

- Damn.
(Man) - Move!

- Who was the last person to use that phone?
(Man) - Get on the ground!

- Don't move!
- Uh, I don't know,

but he... he left like
ten minutes ago, out the back.

All right, guys, let's go.
Let's go. Come on.

(Man) All right. Move it!

(Man) Back door! Back door!

(Man) - Out in the alley.
(Man) - We're on it.

We may have missed our guy,

but he left us a present.

(Coughing)

(Monitors beeping rhythmically)

(Marcel panting) Help me.

(Indistinct conversations)

Hey.

(Indistinct conversations continue)

Oh, God.

I'm so alone.

(Crying)

I don't want to die alone.

(Indistinct conversations)

All right, what am I looking at?

I sent our blood samples to the C.D.C.,

had them look at them
under the electron microscope.

- This is what we got.
- Trevino's on the right.

The person who made
the phone call on the left.

- Not the same.
- I got that much.

But they are both on interferon.

Trevino is taking it
for his hep C infection.

This guy's taking
a much more concentrated form.

It's Human Alpha Recombinant 2B.

I say, he's taking it
deliberately to stay alive.

Why? Is it a cure? Should we
start giving it to the infected?

No, indications show that it
only slows the disease down.

But the killer could be taking it

to stay alive long enough
to infect more people.

Wonderful.

We've got a walking dead man
who refuses to die.

Chin up, little Buckaroo.
This, too, is fantastic news.

We're looking at the two people

who have lived the longest
with the disease.

Therefore, they have a higher viral load

in the bloodstream.

Maybe you can explain to me

how that's supposed to make me happy?

Because we just went from
fishing in the Atlantic

to shark hunting
in a puddle, agent Johnson.

With more disease cells present,

we have a better chance of isolating

what the hell we're dealing with.

Oh, no.

Candy canes and cheerios.

What?

You see those rod-shaped cells
that hook at the end

with little circles around them,
looks like cheerios?

There's only one virus
on the planet looks like that.

What is it?

You've heard of Ebola?

Meet his nastier bastard cousin.

It's called Marburg.

It's one of three viruses

in the class of Ebola S and Ebola Z

known to man.

But this is good news.

How can that possibly be good news?

Well, because it isn't Ebola.

See, Marburg burns brighter, dies quicker,

it makes it much more rare.

(All speaking indistinctly)

If it's so rare, how the hell
did our terrorist get it?

From a level 4

maximum-security containment lab.

This is good news.

There are only a few places on the planet

this strain could come from.

Is there a cure?

(Sighs) That's the bad news.

(Monitor emitting continuous tone)

(Man) Code blue! Code blue!

(Woman) Bring in the crash cart!

She's flatlining!

(Man) I need a crash cart, stat!

Okay!

Prep for intubation.

She's flatlining.

Code blue.

(Woman) Losing her! Code blue.

(Woman speaks indistinctly)

(Man speaks indistinctly)

Got it, bagging her now.

(People speaking indistinctly)

(Man shouts indistinctly)

(Woman) Clear the I.V.

(Defibrillator whining)

(People shout indistinctly)

(Sam) We gotta get this son of a bitch.

But how?

(Stafford clears throat)

Stop thinking of him as a son of a bitch.

Stop thinking of him as a man.

I chase viruses for a living.

I know where they like to hide,
I know where they like to hunt.

This man is a human virus,

and these are his hunting grounds.

What do they have in common?

Why does he need to feed
where he feeds?

Stafford.

Can we have the room?

I've heard what you've been
telling people,

that there's no cure.

You cannot tell me that the C.D.C.

isn't working on one.

Of course we're working on one.

Right now we're concentrating
on prevention.

We gotta catch this guy.

Well, more people are gonna
get this disease

before we ever catch this guy,

so what are we gonna do,
just write them off?

Them? You mean your friend.

Let me give you the speech
you gave your boy Ethan.

Dr. Murphy needs us to catch this guy.

And I know she's your friend, too.

You can't save her.

You can.

No, I can't.

Some experimental trial,
a vaccine, something?

Yes, there's an experimental vaccine.

It has never been tried on people.

And when are you gonna get
a better human trial

than an outbreak right under your nose?

Fort Derrick is an hour away
by medical chopper.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Sighs)

How you doin' in here?

(Voice breaking) Not so good.

(Chuckles)

I started getting the rash

and the fever and jaundice,

sensitivity to light, abdominal cramps.

(Exhales deeply) Sorry.
Talk about blubbering.

(Sniffles)

It's gon' be all right. It's okay.

My brother couldn't make it in.

They closed the airports.

He's all I've got.

I never thought I would die alone.

Well, what the hell am I,

chopped liver?

(Chuckles)

You are not alone.

I'm gonna

sit here with you till they kick me out.

(Laughs and sniffles)

(Cries)

Okay?

Thanks.

Okay, I get Stafford's human virus theory.

And I agree that this guy is
living, breathing viral scum,

but I don't see a pattern here.

Yeah, it took us a minute, too.

But look again.

All are places that have
high-volume turnover

and only one or two entrances or exits.

And each place has one object
almost everybody touches...

the turnstile, the gas pump,

the... the keyboard on the A.T.M. machine.

One touch, maximum casualties.

Maybe Dani and the other nine were all

at some as-yet-unidentified cluster.

With one exit and minimal security.

Let's look at the other ten
timelines again.

(Megan) Why are you bringing
your cell phone?

There is absolutely nothing legal

about what we are doing,

so I want to be sure to at least get

a video consent from the patient

before I administer anything.

She'll give it.

And I just want to say thank you.

I know I can be a pain.

I'm not breaking pretty much
every rule there is

just to get your harpy claws
out of my ass.

You were right.

This is probably the only shot I have

at getting a human trial

against one of the deadliest
viruses on the planet.

So...

(Clicks buttons)

(Beeps)

Let's go virus hunting.

(Monitors beeping rhythmically)

Kate.

(Coughs)

Megan?

What are you doing here?

I'm like Marburg.

I'm impossible to get rid of.

(Chuckles)

We're gonna try to change that.

It's experimental.

There's no guarantee it's gonna work,

but... I have to give it a shot.

Thank you.

Hey.

What are girlfriends for?

I, Marcel Trevino,

give you my consent to do this test.

Do it, doc.

I give my consent.

Wait.

Hey. What are you doing?

You said you would give it to Kate.

No, I specifically didn't say that.

Mr. Trevino's a much better test subject.

There's more of the pathogen
in his bloodstream.

It'll be easier

for the vaccine to recognize
the virus and neutralize it.

Who the hell are you to decide
who lives or dies?

Who are you?

(Monitor beeping rhythmically)

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

(Panting)

(Grunts)

(Monitor emitting continuous tone)

(Woman) Flatline!

(Man) Let's go! Let's go!

(Woman shouts indistinctly)

(Tone continues)

(Man) I got 'em.

(People speaking indistinctly)

(Tone continues)

(Man) Still dropping!

(Monitors beeping rhythmically)

I almost gave you an untested vaccine.

I could've killed you.

You wanted to help me.

I can't tell you how much
it means to me that you tried.

(Beeping continues)

I just killed that man.

Nobody killed anybody.

He was dying. You tried to save him.

It didn't work.

No, it didn't just not work.
It killed him.

It was our best chance.

(Beeping continues)

Our last chance.

(Beeping continues)

I'm sorry.

(Beeping continues)

(Door hisses open)

Look at me.

I'm gonna tell you
the same thing I told Curtis.

The one place you're not
gonna catch this guy

is sitting here holding my hand

watching me die.

No. I'm not leaving you.

You have been a truly good friend,

which sounds odd,

considering we've never
really seen eye-to-eye.

But... if you really
want to be there for me,

go catch this guy.

Don't let him infect even one more person.

(Mouths word)

(Monitors beeping rhythmically)

That's odd.

What's odd?

Trevino's liver.

Trevino's dead?

Four hours ago. I tried to call you.

Oh, I've been, uh,

trying to piece together Dani's timeline.

Right. Your way. How's that going?

I know where she was
every hour of every day

for her last 72 hours.

That's great.

All except for one hour

on day one between 2:00 and 3:00 P.M.

I know, I know.

It's only an hour,
but it's unaccounted for.

And so is where and how
she got this damn thing.

Well, this is where it all started,

right here, at least for us,

with those two.

You know, he kept saying

that he'd seen Dani somewhere before.

And at first, I thought

it was just some tired old pickup line,

but what if it wasn't?

They both have this disease,

they're both outliers,
they met somewhere before,

and she has an hour missing
in her timeline.

Not in Trevino's timeline.

The FBI double-checked it
and reconfirmed it

down to the millisecond.

It's right there in his file.

(People speaking indistinctly)

2:30 to 3:00,

he was on the number 24 crosstown bus.

A bus...

a high-volume place
with only one or two exits

where people have to touch the same thing.

Didn't Dani drive a car?

It was in the shop all last week.

This whole time, I've been
looking at where she went,

not how she got there.

She took the damn bus.

(Johnson) So what are we looking at?

Security footage from the number 24 bus.

(Video playing without audio)

That's one of our outliers.

Yeah.

There's Dani.

(People speaking indistinctly)

Marcel Trevino.

I count eight out of our ten outliers.

They all touched the railing.

Yeah.

The question is, who touched it first?

I gotta go all the way back for that...

(Clicks mouse)

to the first passenger of the day.

(Click)

(Click)

His name is Jacob Mount.

He's got a bachelor's
in biochemistry from state.

He was working on his degree
in population study at Oxford

when he dropped off the grid
for eight months.

Suddenly, he's back,

applying for menial jobs at the W.H.O.,

the Penn Public Health
Laboratory, the C.D.C.

Hey, don't look at me.
We didn't hire this assclown.

Well, the W.H.O. did, as an intern

in one of their facilities
in upstate Pennsylvania,

the one that stores level 4
biohazardous viral strains,

including our friends Ebola and Marburg.

He was fired six months ago

evicted from his apartment
three months ago,

current address...
(Clicks tongue) unknown.

So here's what we know, ladies and gents...

who he is,

where he's been,

what he's spreading,

and how he's spreading it.

(Johnson) Here's what we don't know...

where the hell he is now

and what the hell he's gonna do next.

(Julie)
As local law enforcement remain mum

about the progress of the investigation,

the average Philadelphian we talked to

reels from shock to fear
to anger to sorrow,

but all of them want to know,

who is John Q. Plague...
(Coughs)

and where is he now?

(Indistinct conversations)

(Indistinct conversations continue)

(Johnson) A bank,

a coffee shop, church,

gas station,

and now a bus.

Seven clusters,

seven very different targets,

and Mount hasn't retraced his steps once.

The question is,

what's the next target?

Spin me some scenarios.

(All speaking at once)

Excuse me.

Hello!

Actually, there are

eight or nine clusters.

Eight or nine? What are you
counting I'm not, Dr. Hunt?

The two remaining outliers

who were not on the bus...

Viola Marks and Thomas Highchurch.

(Johnson) Uh, they have nothing in common.

Uh, yes, they do.

Cimex lectularius.

Excuse me?

Bed bug bites.

Uh, we've been looking for commonalities

among all the outliers,

and there were none among all ten,

but those two both had bed bug bites.

(Ethan) Now they didn't get
Marburg from those bites,

but they did have them.

There was an infestation of bed bugs

at the Bingham Hotel last week.

Maybe our two outliers stayed there.

Maybe our killer did, too.

Let's go.

Dunlop.

You're with us.

(Clicks)

(Man) FBI!

(Man speaks indistinctly)

(Man speaks indistinctly)

(Man) Nobody here.

- Damn it!
(Man) - Clear.

(Man) Bathroom's clear.

Look, the desk clerk said
he was sick when he checked in.

He's even sicker now.

He doesn't have much time left.
He couldn't have gone far.

(Johnson) Well, if he's going out soon,

he's going out big.

But where?

(Police radio chatter)

(Indistinct conversations)

He's gonna hit the school.

You guys, with me!

No, guys, wait, wait, wait.

The elementary school
doesn't make any sense.

That place has way too many
entrances and exits.

It's not his M.O.

Then he's not going there.

But he doesn't have much time, right?

Okay, so...

where's he going?

What does he need in order to feed?

One or two entrances,

one touchstone, maximum exposure.

The only one that fits...

the subway.

(Groans)

(Exhales)

(Exhales)

(Coughs)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Exhales deeply)

Jacob Mount!

Freeze!

(People shouting indistinctly)

(Coughs)

Ironic,

'cause nothing ever truly freezes...

(Sam) Get out of here!

...even when frozen.

Life and death

march on.

Go ahead. Shoot.

Help me splatter my blood

over all these people.

Help me

cull this herd.

I said freeze.

(Laughs) Shoot.

Shoot.

We figured you'd plan something like this.

Don't move.

(Sirens wailing)

(Johnson) Nice working with you.

Hopefully the next time,
things will go more smoothly.

No next time. I just got fired.

What? Why?

I'll admit, your charm is a bit limited,

but you did just track down
a deadly virus.

Yeah, and I...

stole a vaccine and killed a man with it.

Who was going to die anyway.

Just because Trevino gave
his verbal consent

to be a test subject

doesn't change the fact that
it was an untested vaccine

that killed him.

Actually...

I don't think it did.

(Sighs)

Come with me. Now.

Something about Trevino's liver

hasn't set right with me.

Look, see.

Focal liver cell necrosis.

He had frickin' Marburg, Megan.

The Marburg virus and necrotic
liver cells go together.

But what if the Marburg
was masking liver damage

that was already present?

Remember one of the drugs
he was taking... antabuse...

used to treat severe alcoholism?

This guy shouldn't have been
anywhere near alcohol,

but look at his tox screen.

His blood alcohol was .2.
He was intoxicated.

Somebody gave him a drink
in the last 24 hours,

and his liver was so damaged,
he couldn't detoxify it.

So your theory is that
a guy who was exposed

to the deadliest virus on the planet

and shot with an experimental medication

actually died from a drink?

Yes.

Your vaccine could still work.

(Monitors beeping rhythmically)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Beeping continues)

Welcome back, darling.

(Chuckles)

(Chuckles)

Mrs. Alvarez, I...

I'm Peter...

Dani's friend.

Dani told me all about you.

(Monitors beeping rhythmically)

Hey.

You're looking a lot better.

(Woman) Thank you, Dr. Stafford.

(Beeping continues)

Hey, Dr. Stafford.

Or Charlie?

What do I call you
after you saved my life?

Call me Staff.

(Clears throat) Like the infection?

But cuter.

(Laughs)

Megan told me you got fired
'cause of what you did for us.

I'm actually sad about losing my lab.

It took me ten years
to get the decor just right.

Well, I doubt you'll be
unemployed for long, but...

I do have a subbasement
at the M.E.O. going unused.

Are you propositioning me?

Just temporarily,

till your next job comes.

(Chuckles)

The space is available and maybe

we get some free lab work on the side?

Well, you may regret that offer.

It's, uh, it's said that
I don't play well with others.

Have you met Megan Hunt?

(Laughs)

(Julie) A city mourns.

A city heals.

Our home, brave Philadelphia,

survives.

We at Channel 4 would like to thank

the heroic members of law enforcement,

the FBI, and the C.D.C.
for all of their hard work...

Hey, they didn't even mention you, mom.

How lame.

I had a lot of help, honey.
I'm not a superhero.

(Chuckles)

Aidan called you, like, a million times.

He did? What did you tell him?

That you were out saving the city.

(Laughs) Lacey.

(Laughs) What?

Someone's gotta sing
your praises around here.

Good girl. (Laughs)

What did he say?

He said of course you were saving the city

and just to call him back
when you were done.

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