All language subtitles for Bones S06E16 The Blackout in the Blizzard

Go ahead. Give it some gas.

- All right.
- Not movin'.

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 snow storm...

qualify as global warming?

No. The term is not "global warming."
It's "climate change."

- If I can interrupt.
- If you're gonna 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.
- D.C. medical examiner
brought in remains...

found just south
of an l-295 overpass.

Location suggests a murder dump.

Why didn't they let us inspect
the crime scene? It's very irritating.

No way.

'Cause if they waited
another 15 minutes...

the body would've been
covered by snow, and any evidence
would've been compromised.

Aw! 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.

- There's a body at the lab. I should go.
- W-Wait a second.

Just, uh- They're leavin'
them on the curb. Jackpot!

- Stadium seats?
- 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 #

Hah, hah, hah! 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 probs.
Bones, please.

Look, 15 minutes.
Just 15 minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

We got the place to ourselves.

Jeffersonian is officially
closed on account of the storm.

Brrr! 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 an exclamation of admiration.

- I wasn't actually-
- You should 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.

Push. Ow! Easy.
Ow, that hit my foot.

Everything is fine.
Angela, it really is.

When you find out that you're a carrier
and you have a child inside, it's kind of-

I know, I know. But the doctor told us
it doesn't mean a thing...

unless I'm an L.C.A.
carrier too, right?

- Right.
- Right. Yeah. Good.

So, we wait for my results.

And until then,
you gotta 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 sites,
severe nosebleeds-

Oh, no.

Not good.

It's still sticking out.

- We got it. Just- You push. We'll pull.
- Okay. I'm gonna let go.

It's- It's wedged too tight to fall anyway.

Cam? I'm sorry.
I-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 10-to-12-day
incubation period...

and the murder occurred
almost two weeks ago...

- that means the killer is-
- Is now contagious.

- The door's shut. You hit the button.
I'll meet you upstairs.
- Hallelujah.

Uh, Booth, I need
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.

- Before you know it,
we'll all be back at the lab.

Lights went out. 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 gotta be the storm.

- Dr. Brennan, can you hear me?
- I can't hear you, Cam.

Are you- Great.

- Wait. 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 are trapped in an elevator.
There's two of us.

If you could just send-

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 gotta be kiddin' me.
He hung up on me. He didn't believe me.

Well, Cam spoke to the Centers
for Disease Control in Georgia.

There have been no other
reported cases of C.C.H.F.

- 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!
- Sweets!
- What? It's a menorah.

Do you know what would've
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.

I 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 C.C.H. F...

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.

It's difficult to see detail
on 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.

Voil�!

I'm gonna believe it
when I see it.

All right.

Whoa! Wow!
That's kind of awesome.

- All right. Take this table away.
- Okay.

We'll put this here.
Start pulling these out.

All right.

- Dude.
- I know.

Okay.

Oh. Oh. All right.

There's no match for the victim
in Missing Persons or Passport Control.

Whoa! What?

- I blame you.
- You blame me for what-
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 outta 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?

Uh, 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?
- Ah, right.

Wow. Okay.
Comparing body parts.

What else do you do
during a blizzard, right?

Look, 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 goin'
crazy here, you know, waiting for-

Yep.

Okay. Thanks.

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.

Huh.

All right. Just- Just-

All right, all right.
Just be careful. Your foot's on the edge.

- I'm fine. Got it.
- All right.

Ah.

Okay.

- Oh-
- Oh, it's open!

- No!
- Oh, no, no!

- These stupid chairs!
The door won't open all the way.
- Please be careful, Bones.

Whoa. Just be careful.

- Wait. My phone's ringing.
- What do you mean
your phone is ringing?

- You're actually gonna
take a phone call now?
- It could be the lab. Oh, shoot!

Whoa, okay.

I'm gonna get the phone.
No one move.

Oh, Dr. Brennan.

Careful. Your foot!

Oh! Oh, God!
Are you guys all right?

- Ah!
- I'm okay. Booth?

Don't touch me. It's my back. My back.

Don't touch me!

I'm-

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.

Victim had foreign objects...

embedded in her left femur.

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

Ow!

- 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 I.E.D. 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 gotta look at the shrapnel itself.
That's gonna tell you- Ah!

- Sweets!
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
I gotcha. I gotcha.

So, I got you
some, uh, aspirin.

Aspirin?
I need painkillers!

Oh! What, is she holding out?
Huh? Is she goin' to some kind of a rave?

- Bottled water.
- Water?

Oh! Ow, water.

And a bag of frozen peas.

All right, pal. You know what?
I'm not cookin' dinner.
I need somethin' for the pain.

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

Oh, it's co-co-
It's cold. It's cold.

Oh. Actually, that
feels pretty good.

Yeah. That's pretty good.
Yeah. I like that.

The metal was 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. Kinda looks like money.

Coins.

Well, that would be consistent
with what Agent Booth
said about I.E.D.'s.

You know, 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 I.E.D.

Global Cultures.

I-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 can look at it as an opportunity.

Sweets, just stop shrinkin'
around the bush, okay?

Just say what it is
you wanna say. Go ahead.

What do you think of resuming therapy,
just for a month or two?

- What?
- Why?

No! Forget about why.
No. It's not gonna happen.

- 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 two.

- 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.

Ow.

Hmm.
What is that smell?

Oh, 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 airflow.

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 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'd 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 gonna
get the electricity?

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

I got all of 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 and move the chairs.

- Booth! Your back.
- All right. I'm fine.

- You happy now?
- Yeah, it's useless.

Oh.

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.

How's it goin' 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 gonna 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 phone.
- Why?

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,
wanna miss their call.

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 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.

Uh, excuse me.

Yeah?

What's with the getup?

Well, I need electricity
for the emission spectrograph.

So I'm gonna tap into this, uh,
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! Hodgins, no!

- Oh!
- Hodgins!

Mmm.

Oh, ho! Oh!
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 the elevator.

Therefore, it is unlikely the angle
of the emergency panel...

would 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's our one perfect day.

You feeling bad about
being hard on Sweets?

No, just thinkin' 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.
The coins are part nickel.

The phone call?

From the doctor?

Dissolved one of the coins
in hydrochloric acid.

Now I'm, uh, testing the solution.

I just... should've 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 gotta- I gotta tell Angela.

She's gonna hate me.

Hodgins, she's not gonna hate you.

Rubles.

Uh, Russian rubles.

That's, uh- It's the only coin
that- that matches.

Hodgins.

She's not gonna 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- Chechnya.

That's right. The separatists
would sometimes use...

Russian coins in their I.E.D.'s
as further protest...

because the rebels wanted
their own currency.

Look. If an American civilian was injured...

by an I.E.D. 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, so-

No, I already checked yours out.

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.

Oh.

- You perform miracles?
- Hope so.

- Where 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 skim 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 doin'?
- 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? lt- 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 I.E.D.
struck a vehicle in Beslan on Tuesday."

Aid worker makes sense.

"The American has been identified
as Anne Marie Weston, age 28...

a field worker with
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 our 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
of C.C.H.F. in rural Albania.

- What was she doin' in Albania?
- I don't know.

The director is gonna pull
the file and get back to me.

But my phone's runnin'
outta battery.

- You can use mine.
- 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 keepin' 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.

They almost seem like
they're regularly spaced.
Like a pattern.

What would cause this?

The- The scratches are
consistent with broken glass...

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

- But the gouges-
- How about like, uh, 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?

I gotta 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.

It's fantastic.
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 "potato-ologies."

Oh.

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 all right.

Maybe you should stop, you know,
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-

Gotta 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.

- "lt"?
- Sleeping together.

It would be odd if we didn't.

Right. Uh, so we're
talkin' 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 D.C.

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. It's working! It's working!

Okay, okay.
Uh, call history is 5-3-4-2-

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
We are losing power.
- What? How?

- We're losing power. Come on!
- They should work for a few hours, guys.

More potatoes.
More potatoes, more potatoes.

You won the science fair.
Do something.

Fast, Hodgins! Come on. More potatoes.
More potatoes. Move quicker!

- Wendell, be careful.
Where's the other one?
- Where?

- More potatoes.
- I got one. I got one. I got one.

- You guys, the phone!
- Hot potato.

- Get me another one.
Get me another one.
- You guys, the phone.

The phone is dying.
More potatoes.

- Move, move, move, move!
- Guys, get on it.

- What are you doing?
- I have more wires right here.

There's one right here.
Use it! Come on!

- More potatoes.
- Come on, come on, come on, come on!

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

The phone, it's-

- Ah.
- 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've 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 F.B.I. gonna 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 a hundred.

There might actually
be a way out of here.

But you're not gonna 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.

R-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-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.
- Oh, why, thank you.

Oh, go easy.
Ah, easy.

All right. Yeah.
This has gotta 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.

Gonna be okay.
You understand?

- F.B.I.
- What you do?

Go away.

Okay. F.B.I., Boris.
Who are you?

Not Boris.

Booth, he-
he could have the virus.

Okay. Look, you could be very sick.

We gotta get you to the hospital.
Listen to me, Boris.

- Not Boris!
- Boris is a Russian name.

- Albanians hate Russians.
- I got that, Bones.

I'm just tryin' to- Whoa, whoa!
All right. Hold it. Easy.

Be careful, Booth!
He-He-He could be infected.

You really wanna do this?

- Ah!
- Oh, wait. Bones!

Don't touch him, Booth!
Don't touch him!

Seriously?

Bones, seriously.

His name is Tariq Grazdani,
and he traffics in human beings.

White slavery? Really?

He's also pretty sick
with C.C.H.F.

The Centers for Disease Control
is tracking down anyone
he might've come in contact with.

So he killed Anne Marie Weston?

Well, 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 somethin' to eat?

No.

I just wanna go home
and crawl up in a ball
and maybe cry a little more.

- Ange, there's still only a 1 -in-4 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
watchin' a game?

Hmm. Let's see.

60,000 seats.

Are you gonna stop me?

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

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

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 don't choke to death.

Um- That's all.

- 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.

- That's true. You think that
microwave ovens are magic.
- Right?

Mmm. Well-

You know- Wow. Tell you what.

Cooking a baked potato in five minutes-
now that's magic.

Just, uh-

Just angry. A little 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 talkin'
about here, right?

Yes.

You and me and-

You know, 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 gonna
get all scientific on me.

Well, uh-

a substance that is impervious
to damage doesn't need to be strong.

Hmm.

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 was,
well, you know-

You'd 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 lookin'.

- Okay.
- We'll burn it, okay? On three.

- Ready? One, two-
- Wait. We're going on three?

- Just-
- On three, or after three?

- Bones, just burn it together, okay?
- Okay.

One, two, three.

Ah, okay.

- 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 were lagging.
- Don't freak out.

- I'm not freaking. I just don't
want the house to burn down.
- It's just a little fire.

I think you were late
coming in with it.

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

What's that mean?

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