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Previously on Fringe...

A series of events
has occured.

These events appear to be
scientific in nature.

It's being referred to
as the Pattern.

OLIVIA:
He worked out of Harvard.

In an area called
Fringe Science.

PETER: You're telling me my father
was Dr. Frankenstein.

You were in an accident.

You were missing from your car
for at least an hour

before you came crashing back
through the windshield.

What if there's
a part of my brain

that's trying
to protect me?

What's this?

NINA: Sam Weiss.

The man who helped
put me back together.

Have the headaches
started yet?

- No.
- They will.

Hey. None of
that vanilla hazelnut crap.

Normal coffee, all right?

I already called it in.

Yes, Colonel?

It's time.

Get to Suburban Station.

He'll be wearing
a black trench coat

carrying
a black briefcase.

Where are you, Gillespie?

Gillespie, seriously,
for the last time,

where are--

Set the briefcase
down now.

What's this about?

What did I do?

You give me
the briefcase now.

What's
the problem here?

I got it
under control.

Give me the case.

Hey, stop!
You can't do that!

You can't take that!

What--
What's wrong?

Officer,
what's the matter?

Aah!

"Fracture"

The rabbit
goes around the tree

then through the hole.

Yeah, I know
how to tie my shoes.

Knowing how
isn't the issue.

You suffered some
wicked head trauma.

Don't think
about your hands,

don't think
about the laces.

Your shoes will
get tied just fine.

Yeah, just by magic.

No.

But that
would be pretty cool.

You know, what exactly
did you do for Nina Sharp?

I taught her
how to eat French fries.

You know, pick one up,
dip it in the ketchup,

stick it in
your mouth, repeat.

Simple enough, unless you've
got a cybernetic prosthetic arm.

Nina was a mess.

See, I prefer
the bunny ears method

to the one loop wrap.

But it does require
more coordination.

You'll get there.

Don't take
this the wrong way,

but I can't
waste my time.

Are you sleeping
at night?

You've got circles around
your eyes, pale skin...

You don't get more
than two or three hours

at a stretch, do you?

Lingering pain
from the accident?

In my leg
and my shoulder.

And you say the headaches
haven't started yet?

No.

Well, let me know
when they do.

You can take the shoes
off now, we're done.

That's it?

Yeah, unless you want me
to mop up the men's room.

I'm closing now.

Come back tomorrow,
Agent Dunham.

We've got work to do.

All right,
how about this one?

"Two bedroom, two bath
loft in Oak Square.

"Cook's kitchen,
hardwood floors,

and a breakfast nook."

Does it face the east?

Uh... no.

Riverview,
so it faces north.

Then it won't do.

I need the morning sun.

Fine, how about this?

"Three bedroom duplex
in Allston, facing east."

All the morning sun
a waking scientist could want.

I never liked Allston.

Arlington either,
for that matter.

I'm perfectly happy
with our present accommodations.

Well, I'm not, Walter.

I need
my own bedroom.

I woke up this morning

to him singing
an aria from Pagliacci.

Your father
has a wonderful voice.

Not when
he's doing jumping jacks.

And did I mention
he was naked?

A good morning
sets the tone for the day.

Come take
a look at this.

I've been running a filter
for atypical FBI case reports.

I just got a hit.

Some sort of bomb
went off in Philadelphia.

Single explosive device.

11 dead, 28 wounded.

This last part
is what caught my eye.

They can't find any
explosive residue at the scene.

How's a bomb
go off without leaving

any trace of it afterwards?

Shall I get
my coat, Peter?

I'll call Dunham.

Agent Farnsworth,
get my portable chemistry set.

This means bodies.

TEVEZ: The bomb guys don't
know what to make of it.

They say, given
the nature of the wounds,

you'd expect
an explosive device

filled with nails
or steel ball bearings.

But it wasn't.

No. In fact...

there's no
forensic markers at all.

OLIVIA:
So what about eye witnesses?

TEVEZ: Oh, I've got half a dozen
eye witnesses,

but nobody who saw
anything helpful.

PETER:
huh, it's weird.

This place has major
anti-terrorism security.

EMP disabling devices
at every entrance,

explosive materials
sensors...

We checked, and not
a single sensor is tripped.

So what did
the surveillance cameras show?

Nothing, nothing
but magnetic static.

It seems that whatever

happened in here
wiped the images.

Would you mind
if we see those tapes?

I'll see
what I can do.

Let me guess,
you got a friend?

Maybe I do.

FEMALE AGENT:
Excuse me, sir?

Do you have a badge?

WALTER: No, I don't
have a badge. Do you?

I got it.

Walter...

What's going on?

This rather
unpleasant young woman

is interfering
with my work.

Is he with you?

Yeah, but don't
hold that against me.

We're FBI.

Go ahead.

So? What is it?

Shrapnel, I believe,
from the bomb.

Some sort of crystal.

Hard as a diamond.

Salty.

Silica, I guess.

Well, I'll need to examine
the rest of the bodies, if--

If that's all right
with you, miss.

Thank you.

BROYLES:
Agent Dunham...

I spoke with our
counter-terrorism analysts.

Mm-hmm?

No one stepped forward
to claim responsibility.

And there's been
no increase in chatter

- from our usual suspects.
- Hey, guys,

I found this
wedged in a bench.

It's a badge--Philly P.D.,
Officer Gillespie.

Were there any police
among the wounded

- taken to the hospital?
- Mm-mm.

So, where'd he go?

Peter!

I was wrong.

The crystal...

I think it's not geologic
in origin,

after all.

In fact, I'm certain
it's organic.

OLIVIA:
Is that an ear?

Well...

I think Walter might
have just

found Officer Gillespie.

This looks like
fungiform papillae.

Taste buds.

- Tongue.
- Mm-hmm.

Walter, as much as I am
enjoying this anatomy lesson,

what exactly
are we doing here?

Well, that's obvious,
my dear.

We're searching for clues.

Scientific evidence
to reveal

what type of device
this man was wearing

which caused him
to harden, then shatter.

I understand Peter's
looking for a new place

for you guys to live.

It occurs to me,
Agent Farnsworth,

that I've never
asked you where you live.

- Where I live?
- Yeah.

Diaphragm.

Well... most of
the time I live here.

But my apartment
is in Sommerville.

You should go
for a walk sometime...

explore the neighborhood.

The other day, I...

turned the wrong way
in the street,

and discovered that
Busby's...

has the world's best
apple fritters.

You see, I have everything
I need where we live now.

I know what you mean,
Walter.

I'm a creature
of habit, too.

Of course, you never would've
found Busby's apple fritters

if you hadn't gone
the wrong way down a street.

You really should try them,
they're quite delicious.

Brain.

SLIM JOE:
Okay, that's it.

That's the best I can do.

Well, that
must be Gillespie.

But I don't see a bomb.

Then it cuts out.

You know, I told her
you were a genius, Joe.

- Don't prove me wrong.

Then you're gonna
need a smarter genius.

Do you have any idea how

something like this
could happen?

The static? No.

Maybe radio wave interference.

Certain high frequencies
can tweak electronic signals.

Look at the time code.

That's about 20 seconds
before the bomb went off.

OLIVIA: So why do we lose
picture before the explosion?

How's it going, Walter?

Any theories?

Several.

Peter, do you remember
that jigsaw puzzle

we put together
when you were a kid?

Uh... the jigsaw?
No.

As I recall, her name
was Melissa... something.

- 500 pieces.
- Yes.

Yes, I do remember.

Melissa was a playmate.

Miss July, right?

Putting together a jigsaw

of a nude centerfold
was Walter's idea of

how to explain--
What was it?

Human reproduction
to his ten-year-old son.

So what does any of
that have to do

with the bomb
in Philadelphia?

Patience, son.

Voil�.

Meet Officer Gillespie.

Fantastic.

So apart from the obvious,

anything out
of the ordinary?

Needle marks
between the toes.

It was some form of
transformative serum,

I would think.

I can't say what yet.

From his tissues,
it appears to cause

a chemical reaction
on the cellular level

that both solidifies
the water in his cells

and emitted massive energy,
which shattered the body.

What are you saying,
Walter?

You think
he did this to himself?

On purpose?

Well, I stopped counting
at 47 needle marks.

I can't imagine
it was an accident.

When you think
about it...

wearing a bomb
is rather unimaginative.

This way, there's
no need to smuggle in

an explosive device,
because--

Officer Gillespie
was the bomb.

Fascinating, yes?

MRS GILLESPIE: We were planning
to start a family.

I can't believe
he's not coming home.

Dan always came home.

After every shift on the job,
two tours in Iraq,

he always came home.

No one would tell me
what happened.

Just that it was...
some kind of bomb.

We're still
investigating.

I'm so sorry.

PETER:
Where was he stationed?

In Ramadi.

Did you serve?

No, a civilian contractor,
based out of Baghdad.

But from what I remember,

there was heavy
fighting in Ramadi.

Was he
on any medication,

or under any
sort of medical care?

No.
No, Dan was healthy.

And I don't understand,
what does this

have to do
with the explosion?

You all right, Dunham?

Excuse me, do you have
a bathroom that I could use?

Yeah,
it's down the hall.

PETER:
Dunham, you all right?

Mrs. Gillespie, can you
tell me what these are?

I don't know.

I've never
seen them before.

Dan Gillespie doesn't fit

the profile
of a suicide bomber.

Well, how do
you explain this stuff?

'Cause I'm assuming
it's more than likely

that this is exactly
what Walter was talking about.

What turned him
into a bomb.

Yeah, well, I can't yet.

But I mean, what makes
someone blow themselves up?

Typically, they're
either waging a war,

or making a statement.

Dan Gillespie was
a decorated cop and soldier,

just getting
himself back together.

It doesn't make sense.

Is there anything else
on your mind?

Like what?

The headache.

Didn't the doctor
say that would happen?

Uh, they said they might.

That it was totally normal.

We should get that
back to Walter.

Maybe he can figure out
where those vials came from.

- Let me help you with that.

Colonel.

We need to talk,
Captain Burgess.

I'm calling you
back to active status.

You're going to D.C.
on Friday.

Hotel reservations, plane tickets,
all--self-explanatory.

Now that phone, keep it
with you at all times.

Check in
with the hotel,

wait for me to call you
with further instructions.

Do you have a cover story
prepared for your family?

Yes, sir.

I'll say
I'm visiting my sister.

She lives in Georgetown.

Have you been
taking the serum?

Yes, sir.

Good, because

from this moment on,

Tin Man parameters
are in effect.

So... how'd you know?

- The headaches started.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, it's about time.

Can you just
cut the Yoda crap

and tell me
what's happening to me?

The short version...

The headaches mean you've
finally sparked the battery.

You've been experiencing...

an acute nominal aphasia,
Agent Dunham.

It's common
with head trauma.

Parts of your brain
are still asleep.

But once they wake up, all that
memory will get flushed out.

- When?
- When?

When will I get
my memory back?

You know,
everywhere you go

the scoring apparatuses
have changed.

Computers, no fun.

Here, we do things
old school,

with a dull pencil and all
your third grade math skills.

You know,
this is ridiculous.

I'm not bowling, I can't even
walk without this damn cane.

You're not bowling.

I've got a kid's league
coming in here,

you're gonna keep score.

How is that
gonna help my memory?

I mean, how is
that gonna help me at all?

Well, for starters,

it might teach you
some patience.

WALTER:
Ah, is that food I smell?

Bless you!

Mm-hmm, mm.
Mm-hmm.

While examining
Officer Gillespie,

I've discovered
something else.

Given the amount of serum
that we found in his tissue,

and the rate at which
it would've metabolized,

I suspect that he
would've had to inject it

every day
for a very long time.

Well, how long?

At least a year,
I would think.

A year?

That would mean Gillespie
started injecting

while he was still
on his tour in Iraq.

Did his army personnel file
come through yet?

I haven't seen it.
Let me check though.

Oh, yeah.
Interestingly...

When the serum is
first introduced or injected,

it's fairly harmless.

But then
something else occurs,

a secondary reaction.

Some sort of trigger causes
these bombs to blast apart.

The triggers--

Peter...

If you are going to eat
that cheeseburger in here,

could you at least
be a little discreet?

Fine.

This trigger, could it
be a radio wave?

There was some
sort of interference

on the security tapes
inside the train station.

Most likely
caused by radio waves.

Yes.
I suppose so.

Peter, I've got
Gillespie's military file.

What's
'cyanogen chloride'?

It's a chemical weapon.

His whole unit was
exposed to cyanogen.

According to this file,

Gillespie should've
died in Iraq.

PETER: Four words that should
never show up in a sentence.

"Classified experimental
military project."

How much you wanna bet that
Tin Man has everything to do

with those injections
that Gillespie was taking?

It says here that Project
Tin Man was shut down.

Shortly after Dan Gillespie
returned home.

And all the names of
the U.S. military personnel

associated with the project
were redacted from the record.

But it still lists
Malik Yusef, Abbas Khalef,

and Howard Ziad
as Iraqi doctors

who worked
on the program.

Where are they?

Presumably
still in the country.

CENTCOM has agreed
to look for them,

but it may take a few weeks
to track anything down.

I may be able to help.

But I'm gonna
need a few things first.

I need
to go back to Iraq.

I know somebody who can
help us find those doctors.

Seems a long way
to go for a maybe.

Well, we have
to assume that Gillespie

was not a solitary event.

There may be others
out there like him,

walking bombs.
We don't have two weeks to wait.

What is it you need?

Private air transportation,
$20,000 in cash,

and a passport without
my real name on it.

Oh?

I'm still on
a couple of watch lists.

Then you're gonna
need a federal agent

with you as well.

I'm reluctant
to send you, Agent Dunham.

With that said, we need
to keep this trip between us.

You look
after each other.

You ready for this?

Baghdad, here we come.

Maybe I should wait
outside.

Then what would I do?

You're the one
with the gun.

Assalam waleikum.
(Good morning)

In that case,
we speak English.

I need your help,
Ahmed.

A U.S. military program
named Tin Man.

It's operating out of
a hospital in Samarra.

I need to find
one of the Iraqi doctors

who was working in
that program.

I can pay you, of course.

When I heard
you had been killed,

I knew this could
not be true.

Because a person like you
is good at one thing.

More than anything else,
a person like you

is good at looking out
for yourself.

Now you are here...

asking for my help?

Yes, I am.

Maybe someone else
will want your money.

I don't.

Ahmed...

A lot of innocent lives
may be on the line.

I see.

And this is something
you care about now?

Yes, I do.

I may be able
to save them...

with your help.

What are the names
of these doctors?

Have some tea.

I will see what I can do.

You gonna tell me
what that was about?

No.

Doctor Bishop,

what did I tell you
about experimenting with fruit?

I just cleaned
this lab up yesterday.

Relax, my dear.

Just injecting
a very small amount

of the serum
into the watermelon.

Just to crystallize it.

The serum we found
at Gillespie's house

told us how
he became a bomb.

But the question remains,

what triggered it?

So you're using radio waves like
Peter suggested?

Yes.

Radio waves would also
explain the eyewitness reports

of flashing lights
at the train station

before the officer exploded.

Quite ingenious, really.

The same principal
applied to proximity fuses,

and World War II
arial bombs...

In fact, my uncle Henry
was killed by one

in the battle
of the Guadalcanal.

Oh, Astrid!

This is it!

Quickly,
what's the frequency?

331.6 megahertz.

What happened?

It stopped.

I'm not sure.

It works.

No more fruit, Walter.

Ready for something
a little harder than tea?

Sure.

Red Russian?

Yeah,
mint tea and vodka.

Well, it sounds
weird and awful.

Actually, it's worse.

You'll get used to it.

How long were you here?

Which time?

I had to leave
a couple of times.

Seems like you
made a name for yourself.

I've been known
to leave an impression.

To all that's weird.

Doctor Malik Yusef...

Peter Bishop,
Olivia Dunham.

Assalam waleikum.
(Good morning)

Waleikum assalam.
(Good morning)

They consider me
a traitor.

We were hoping
to ask you some questions

about a program
that you worked on.

A program called Tin Man?

No, I do not know
anything about this.

YUSEF: The program didn't work,
it was too dangerous.

The soldiers had been exposed
to a synthetic neurotoxin,

a nerve agent developed
under Saddam.

- Cyanogen?
- Yes.

We had been trying to find
a way to neutralize it

to counteract the affects.

And that's what
they called Tin Man?

We had developed a...
a treatment.

Daily injections
of a serum.

We treated over 200 soldiers.

Only a few of them survived.

We know of one,
a Daniel Gillespie.

Daniel, kind man.

Um, over the course
of the program,

there were three others.

Do you remember
their names?

Of course,
I saved their lives.

There was Joan Klump, Ross
Cavanaugh, and Diane Burgess.

MR BURGESS: Okay, Diane,
you're all set.

Suitcase is
at the front door.

Are you sure you don't want me
to drive you to the airport?

YUSEF:
But it was too dangerous.

The serum had
an unintentional byproduct.

We had discovered that after it
built up in human tissue.

It reacted in
a very unexpected way.

It turned people into bombs.

Yes.

How did you know that?

Doctor Yusef, how many
other people knew about this?

Five doctors,
a dozen U.S. officers,

and whoever they
reported to, I suppose.

Someone is triggering
these people to explode.

It could be anyone.

There was a man,
a colonel.

When the program
was shut down,

he argued
it should be continued.

Do you remember his name?

Gordon.
Colonel Raymond Gordon.

Shukran, doctor.
(Thank you, doctor)

YUSEF:
A word of warning...

Gordon
is a vicious man.

He has no regard
for human life.

You all have
briefing packets

in front of you, so I'll just
point out the highlights.

Information has
come to this agency

that a bomb may be detonated
today somewhere in this city.

But in this instance,
that bomb is a human being.

Three of the four known
operatives of Project Tin Man

have been accounted for.

Daniel Gillespie--
you're all familiar with.

Two others have been taken
into protective custody.

Which leaves Diane Burgess.

We believe Captain Burgess
traveled to D.C.

this morning,
under an alias.

Though we do not
have any intelligence

on her potential target.

A bolo has been issued
to all metro

and state police
in the area.

All potential high-value targets
are under close surveillance.

Agent Dunham and I will
coordinate

Captain Burgess' apprehension.

- Agent Dunham?
- Based on our investigation,

it's likely there
is a second suspect

controlling detonation
from a remote location.

We believe it's this man,
Colonel Raymond Gordon.

The Pentagon lost contact with
Colonel Gordon six months ago.

He's off the grid.

Officially designated
a rogue operative.

Now based on
Dr. Bishop's analysis,

the explosion is triggered
by a specific VHF frequency.

Now if we can
locate Captain Burgess

in time
to get within range,

we may be able to jam the signal
and prevent her detonation.

On that point, we suspect
that Diane Burgess

is unaware she is being
used in a suicide bombing.

Which means that she is
also a potential victim here.

We're gonna do
everything that we can

to get her
back to her family alive.

Diane Burgess
has just been located.

She's in a D.C. metro cab.

Dispatchers say she's headed

to the Federal
Center Metro Station.

We have time to set up
before she arrives.

Our objectives are as follows:

To prevent the detonation
of Captain Diane Burgess

and to apprehend
Colonel Raymond Gordon.

This is Broyles,
go ahead.

Video surveillance and 3-D
triangulation model online.

Stand by, we'll wait
for Diane Burgess.

Snipers ready.

Target sited,

arriving at Federal Center
Station, south portal.

The phone's encrypted, sir.

We can't tap into it.

There's no sign of the colonel
outside of the station.

Copy that,
keep an eye on it.

Where are we
on that signal?

Attempting to acquire
signal 331.6 megahertz.

Excuse me,
Agent Broyles...

Is there an EMP detection
device in this station?

All capitol
transportation hubs

had them installed
after 9/11.

- What's the problem?
- No problem.

It's just that
the security device

would scramble all types
of radio wave triggers.

That sounds to me
like a good thing.

Frequency acquired.

Jamming. Ready.

Prepare
to jam the signal.

Stand by
to apprehend target.

WALTER: I'm thinking
that if the colonel

wants Ms. Burgess
inside the building.

Then in order
to trigger the explosion,

he must be inside as well.

Which means that
once he starts broadcasting,

we should be able
to triangulate his position.

But in order to do that,

we would have to leave
the frequency open.

We can't jam it.

This could
be our only chance

to find Gordon
and apprehend him.

TECH: Target's about to enter
the station.

Do we move, sir?

I said stand by.

How long from when
he activates the signal

until she detonates?

30 seconds, at best.

That should give us long enough
to be able to locate him.

All units hold position.

Let the target
get into the building.

Go.

Yes, Colonel?

Your contact will be
wearing a black trench coat.

I have
a briefcase for you.

Accept the briefcase

and proceed by taxi
back to your hotel.

- Is that it, sir?
- That's it, Captain.

I'll meet you there.

Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.

BROYLES:
According to this schematic,

Diane Burgess
should be standing

near the northwest side
of the terminal.

We're still waiting for Gordon
to activate the VHF signal.

PETER: I got her.
She's by the front entrance.

Keep an eye on her.

Do we have anything
from Gordon yet?

The signal hasn't
been activated yet, sir.

She's on the move.

Still no sign of Gordon.

That--that's it.
That's the VHF signal.

She'll detonate
in 30 seconds.

Agent,
tell me where Gordon is.

Something's wrong.

Sir, the signal's
scrambling our equipment.

I can't get a lock
on Gordon.

Smart.

BROYLES: The signal
is scrambling our equipment.

I think you
have something for me.

One Mississippi...
Two Mississippi...

30 seconds.

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

Okay, we've got her

speaking to a man
with a briefcase.

It is not Gordon.

Can you get
a lock on the signal?

TECH:
We can't get a lock.

BROYLES:
Then jam that signal.

I'm not risking these lives
to get Gordon.

Sir, it's--it's not working.

The signal's too strong
for our equipment.

I'm locked out.

We have a problem.

Dunham, attempts to jam
the signal have failed.

She's going to detonate.

We have a problem.
The signal cannot be jammed.

I repeat, the signal...

OLIVIA: Peter, I think we just
lost radio contact.

- We need to find Gordon.
- Copy that.

The trigger's
been activated,

we don't have much time.

I don't know who you are.

Oh, my God!

I spotted Gordon.

I'm taking him out.

Ah! Ugh!

Twenty-four Mississippi.

Twenty-five Mississippi.

Twenty-six Mississippi.

We're back online.
The signal has stopped.

BROYLES:
All agents, move in.

AGENT: FBI!

Ugh!

What's this?

An apartment.

Two bedroom, semi-detached.

Furnished housing
for professors.

It's a nice neighborhood.

Down the block from
where Belly used to live.

I'll call Broyles,
see if we can lease it.

Okay,
seven and a quarter inches.

- Hmm.
- Why "hmm"?

Well, I think your hand
just seems smaller to me.

Okay, we're good.

We're good,
what does that mean?

It means
that's all for tonight.

Go home.

I just got here.

I know, but I'm tired.
It's been a long day.

You look like you could
use some sleep yourself.

Come back tomorrow.

By then I'll have found you
the perfect bowling ball.

No, you listen to me
you son of a bitch.

I am not here to bowl,
or to try on shoes,

or to have you play games
with my head.

I am here because I was told
that you could fix me.

Take care, Agent Dunham.

GORDON: Meanwhile, we go
through our lives unaware.

The enemy is among us

and nobody's doing
anything about it.

We don't have any idea
the end is coming.

So we had to take matters
into our own hands.

We had to send them
a message.

What was in the briefcase?

They told you I was crazy,
didn't they?

The Pentagon.

They said I'd had
a psychiatric break.

I told them
what I'm telling you.

That they are here.

Collecting data.

Making observations.

That's what's
in the briefcase.

They've been
planning for war.

And they've been passing
the information via courier

right under our noses.

Who are "they"?

We don't know
who they are.

But I can tell you
what they want.

They want
to exterminate us.

So they're studying us...

Our culture, our technology,
our science...

and they plan
to use it against us.

One way or another.

We'll find out
who they are.

But by then, I suppose
it won't really matter.

Because whatever is
in those cases

is going
to destroy us all.

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