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Previously, on Fringe...

We have evidence that indicates

William Bell may be involved

with several biological attacks.

I will turn this world over looking for him.

William Bell is not in this world.

I've been waiting for this.

Who are you?

- I'm William Bell. - Where am I?

You were missing from your car for at least an hour

before you came crashing back through the windshield.

He told me something.

Who?

I don't know, I can't remember.

But it was very important.

There's something that I have to do.

Walter thinks...

he was a shape-changing soldier from another universe.

Charlie, what if I don't want to remember?

Mind if we speed things up, Kurt?

I'd hate for these popsicles to melt.

I don't think we have to worry about that.

Cargo is secure.

Who is this guy?

Hey, I was wondering if I could get some directions.

What are you doing here? You're trespassing, pal.

Why don't you get in your car and turn around?

Yeah, sure.

Oh, my God! Son of a bitch!

We got to call-

- Anyone else in the warehouse? - That's it.

The keys are in his pocket.

Let me know if he's in there.

You know where to reach-

Aah!

"Momentum Deferred"

100, Walter.

Almost.

50 more chops.

- Agent Dunham. - Walter, hey.

So, you said you wanted to see me.

Oh, I had an idea.

I think I may be able to help you retrieve

your memories

from the accident, when you disappeared

from the automobile in New York.

I - I remember that bit.

Of course you do.

Walter, I thought that we agreed that this was a stupid idea.

No, you decided.

I still maintain

that the principle is perfectly sound.

He wants you to eat worms.

Not just worms, flatworms!

The thing is, Agent Dunham,

I recalled an experiment that Belly and I did

w - where we trained a handful of flatworms

to respond to light.

We then crushed them up and fed them to other worms.

It was Belly's idea.

Because who wouldn't think to do that?

The point is

that these other worms, without having been trained,

began to respond to light.

It seems the first worms transferred their memories

to the other worms through ingestion.

Right, but that still has nothing to do

with stimulating Agent Dunham's memory.

How will we know unless we try?

That's why it's called an experiment, Peter.

Thanks. I know what an experiment is.

- Uh, guys? - If Archimedes never decided

to take a bath-

Astrid, water.

I was going to mix it with strawberries.

Bishop's deli.

This is what we know so far.

Facility manager arrived to work this morning at 6:30,

saw the bodies and called it in to the local P. D.

So the robbery took place in the middle of the night.

That makes three cryogenic facilities in a week,

same M. O. as Chicago and New York.

Yeah, but chicago was a straight "B" and "E."

But in all three cases, the target was the same.

Frozen heads.

Which does bring up several obvious questions-

First of which, what the hell for?

Police recovered ten shell casings

from a nine millimeter.

Looks like a single perp rolled up and dropped four men,

two of whom were armed.

Excuse me.

Can I see the body that's bleeding silver now?

Fascinating.

Walter.

Perfect, son.

It has the consistency of mercury.

These robberies are obviously connected.

We should pull the files on New York and Chicago.

I'll make some calls, tell the local agents

that we're taking over the investigations.

Yes, sir.

You okay?

Uh, yeah. So, um, what does Walter think?

Meet Mr. Silver-Blood.

Walter thinks it's actually mercury.

Mercury?

Agent Francis, hello.

Hey.

You all right? You look pale.

Yeah. I didn't get much sleep last night.

Oh. I may be able to help you with that.

A little cannabis before bedtime does wonders, huh?

I recognize this.

This is the device the shape-shifter used.

You look like hell.

That was, uh...

That was sloppy.

You killed four men last night,

including one of our own.

There's nothing to link him to us.

Maybe not, but now the FBI-

They have him.

They understand what he is.

You've been in this body too long.

You're dying.

You need to get back home

and get fitted with a new conversion device.

I'd let you use mine...

but what would be the point?

Yeah.

It wouldn't do anything anyway.

You've asked for extraction.

They say not until the mission is done.

They're real sweethearts.

Damn. That's the last one.

He's not here.

There's another facility in North Carolina.

I have another idea.

Olivia Dunham is starting to remember her time

on the other side.

I'm thinking she may know where it's hidden.

His head?

Yeah.

What makes you think that?

If Bell knows that we're looking for it,

it seemed like a likely reason

why he'd bring her over to the other side.

Well, if you're right,

and you don't want that body to be your last,

then I suggest you do whatever it takes

to make her remember.

Why?

Why...

Why are shape-shifting soldiers

from another universe stealing frozen heads?

The most likely explanation that we can think of

is that they're looking for a specific head,

but they don't know where it is.

Okay. Then who?

We don't know.

These facilities pride themselves on secrecy.

So despite the thefts,

none of them have been willing to give up their client lists.

What about the other device,

the one we found a few weeks ago?

Did it give any indication who these people are?

Unfortunately, the other device is broken.

We asked Massive Dynamic to see what they could make of it,

but apparently they've been stumped.

Well, this one doesn't appear to be damaged.

So maybe Peter can figure something out.

I suppose he knows a guy?

He knew enough about engineering

to fake his way into M. I. T.

Well, let me know if you learn anything.

In the meantime,

I'm considering giving you a protective detail.

A protective detail? Why?

The last time Peter showed me one of these devices,

its owner had just tried to kill you.

I'm not worried,

'cause that was six weeks ago.

So if a shape-shifting assassin wanted me dead...

then I would be.

Let's see how this thing operates.

What are you saying,

this is not a person?

My dear, I'm not certain

that you're not simply a figment of my imagination.

No, this is certainly not human,

rather a highly advanced technology-

A mechano/organic hybrid.

I suspect that they produce or possibly ingest the mercury

and that it controls the tissue,

instructing it to take and maintain shapes.

What?

We have to call Agent Dunham.

I need to talk to her right away.

Okay.

You know what this reminds me of?

Did you ever see that movie Invasion of the Body Snatchers?

Which version-

Don Siegel or Philip Kaufman?

The remake.

I remember when I saw that movie,

I was so scared, I didn't sleep for a week.

I was convinced that if I fell asleep,

I was gonna be replaced by a pod person.

Is this your way of trying to ask me if I'm scared?

No, of course not.

I mean, I figure if you were scared,

you'd tell me, right?

Besides, I figure between the two of us,

you're the one that carries the gun.

What the hell?

- What is it? - I'm not sure.

I was just trying to turn it on, but...

Looks like this thing is streaming data...

and lots of it.

I've got good news and bad news.

The bad news is that the shape-shifter's blood

is 47% mercury.

Which means?

Well, I'm not sure,

but I went back and re-examined the autopsy reports

for the first shape-shifter.

- And? - And...

her blood sample is perfectly normal-

Just traces of mercury, which would suggest that,

despite what we thought back then-

She wasn't a shape-shifter at all.

I'm afraid so.

So the shape-shifter is still alive,

which means by now,

it could be disguised as anyone.

And you could still be in danger.

Would you like to hear the good news now?

I think I may know how to find him.

Rebecca Kibner.

You showed us this.

The girl you experimented on.

Yes, to see things others could not.

Oh, yes, a soldier...

Oh, from somewhere else.

There. He's glowing, man.

If she was able to identify the shape-shifter once,

she may be able to do it again.

He's from a place that looks like this,

but it's not here.

He's-

He's from another universe, man.

Hey, looks like we may have some leads

on how to identify the shape-shifters.

Walter has an idea,

and I have a thought about the device.

But in the meantime,

can you check in with Broyles,

see if there's something new from the crime scenes?

Sure thing.

Hmm...

Starting your own pharmacy?

You found another one.

Peter says this device

is streaming loads of data,

and he also believes it's possible

that these devices store a pattern

of their last victim.

Our scientists have the same theory.

In fact, they thought they might be able

to extract an image.

They also theorize that each device

is tuned to a specific user,

which suggests that since the shape-changer

that tried to kill you

no longer has his device,

he's trapped in his current body.

Our scientists have been working on revealing

that shape-shifter's identity,

but what with all the damage to the other unit-

Well, this one is intact.

Then let's take a look, shall we?

So can you fix it?

Do you understand you're asking me

if I can repair a piece of technology

that is entirely unlike anything

that has ever existed here on Earth?

Brandon-

Now that I have one that works,

I can do it in three hours... tops.

Good, then get started right away.

Yeah.

Okay, I'm gonna head back to Boston.

Will you call me if he gets it working?

Oh, I can do better than that.

I can set up a rendering program

and patch you in...

in real time.

If you want, you can see it all for yourself.

From a computer, from your cell phone,

I can log you into our server.

- Ahem. - The public one.

The public server, of course...

if it's okay with you.

Nice house.

Yes, it's lovely.

Rebecca always had fine taste.

Do you think she'll remember me?

I think she might.

I'm gonna guess there's not too many men in her life

who have strapped her to a table

and pumped her full of a massive amount of psychedelics.

Walter, you didn't-

What, son?

Uh, nothing.

Peter, wait.

Could you do the talking?

Please, son.

Sure.

Ms. Kibner?

Hi. I'm Peter Bishop.

Walter?

Is it you?

Hello, Rebecca.

Oh, my God.

Hello.

Hi.

Walter.

At first, I assumed it was all

just a figment of my imagination

and the LSD, of course.

But after a while,

it wasn't just during the experiments.

I would see their faces in front of me.

They seemed to have, I don't know,

a certain glow about them.

The shape-shifters?

Mm-hmm.

It-it took me a year or two to really understand it.

But I realized that...

I was recognizing people that...

didn't belong.

You know, like that children's song-

"One of These Things is Not Like the Others. "

"One of These Things is Not Like the Others.

"One of These Things Just Doesn't Belong. "

Sesame Street.

Yes, that's it.

Our experiment triggered an ability

to see beyond the limits of your vision.

You gave me a great gift, Walter.

You, uh...

opened my mind for a time.

In fact, I even tried to look you up

about ten years ago,

tried to contact Harvard,

but no one knew where you were or how to reach you.

I was-

traveling.

My father was traveling.

Ms. Kibner, you said "for a time. "

Does that mean that the ability has faded?

Not entirely, no.

Comes and goes as it pleases.

I just have memories.

These people-

The shape-shifters- We have reason to believe

that some of them are amongst us right now.

We were hoping that you might be able

to help us identify them.

I told you, it's-it's mostly gone.

What if you could get it back-

Your ability?

You mean do the experiment again?

Which I must advise against.

Anytime one exposes one's brain

to that amount of hallucinogens-

Yeah, sure.

I'll help you.

Just a couple more.

Actually, that one goes more on my temple.

You're an old pro at this, huh?

Drug-infused mystical awakenings,

guided by your father,

aren't exactly something you can forget.

Hi.

Uh, I'm Agent Olivia Dunham.

Rebecca.

Thank you so much for doing this.

- Sure. - Walter, you said

you wanted to start her with salvia.

- We don't have any salvia. - Huh?

You used to, um...

in that cabinet on the second shelf

over on the right.

Got it.

Ah. Oh.

I don't suppose you recall where I left my slippers.

Excuse me.

Astrid, can you do me a favor?

Do you think you could log onto this site from your computer?

"Massive Dynamic. "

This looks like their secure FTP.

Mm-hmm.

Sure thing.

This is the first of the psychedelics.

Ready to begin?

I think I've been ready for the past ten years.

Okay.

It's working.

The tech must be rebuilding the image

from the broken device.

It looks like a department store mannequin.

Okay. Now let's just load it up on my phone.

When Belly and I first did this,

we prepped her for 36 hours.

But I'm thinking...

for this type of spatial disorientation,

we can reduce it to a few moments.

Isn't that dangerous?

More than injecting her with substantial amounts

of untested, homemade psychoactive drugs?

Astrid...

Get me three syringes of phenothiazine.

It's on the top shelf,

under "A" for "Anti-Psychotics. "

And two vials of Valium...

just to be safe.

- Ready? - Yes, son.

I want you to tell me

if this starts to get uncomfortable, okay?

Thank you.

I met you once before.

You were just a baby, but...

I swore I saw...

Ohh!

Ohh, here we go!

I think we're ready, Walter.

Rebecca, focus on my voice.

What?

Concentrate on the people who don't belong.

You mean...

the ones that change their appearance?

There's no need to be afraid.

You can see them...

Hey, Peter.

They can't see you.

Listen to my voice.

I'm going to take you over the threshold.

We're walking through Johnston Gate

into Harvard Yard.

Can you see it?

It's autumn, and it's late.

The leaves crunch under our feet.

Past the statue of John Harvard.

Now we're passing University Hall,

Memorial Church is up ahead.

Ring.

Walter! Hey, Walter.

Olivia.

Olivia! Olivia!

Olivia.

After all these years...

it is so nice to finally see you again.

You'll have to forgive me.

The method by which I brought you over here was crude,

and I'm sorry for that,

but there were people who were trying to prevent our meeting.

This is not at all the kind of reunion

I'd always envisioned.

The reunion that you had envisioned?

Dr. Bell, I have been trying to meet with you

for over a year.

Please, call me William...

or "Willam" if that feels warmer to you.

Willam-that's what you always called me

when you were a girl.

How do you like your tea?

I don't want any tea. I want answers.

You're still a little disoriented

from the time slips, aren't you?

Happened to me when I first came here.

You're-you're out of sync with this side.

You're lucky. Most people who cross dimensions

without your natural talent

are simply torn apart.

Well, "lucky" isn't the word that I would choose.

Ahh.

I don't know how much Walter's told you by now.

I don't know how much he remembers.

He told me what you two did to me

when I was just a girl...

How you conducted drug trials on young children.

We weren't trying to hurt you, Olivia.

We weren't trying to hurt anybody.

Hey, guess what?

You did.

I've met some of the others.

To say that they are permanently damaged

would be an understatement.

Yes.

In any search for knowledge,

there are always unintended consequences-

Victims, you might say.

But not you.

I can see that...

just by looking at you.

In fact, you're just coming into your ability.

I've seen history repeat itself

enough times to know

a war is coming,

just as we predicted, Walter and I, years ago,

and we knew that we had to prepare a guardian,

someone to watch the gate.

The gate?

Between this side and yours.

I would like to say "ours,"

because that's where I came from,

but I'm afraid I would sound disingenuous.

Go on.

For reasons that will become clear in time,

I cannot go back yet, maybe not ever.

But now we know how difficult it is to cross over.

I can count on my hand

the number of people who've done it safely.

But on this side,

they've become more insidious.

They have designed hybrids-

Part organic tissue, part machine-

that can do things that humans can't.

They can change shapes,

taking the form of human beings.

Over here,

they call them "the first wave. "

So you're saying that these hybrids

are already on our side.

I know it's difficult to grasp.

Oh, I can grasp it just fine.

I don't trust you, Dr. Bell...

or William or...

Willam...

or whatever cutesy name

you think might appeal to my childhood instincts.

It won't.

Your company has been involved in,

if not directly responsible for,

some of the most horrific things

that I have ever seen,

to say nothing of the fact that you just yanked me

into a parallel universe to warn me

about an inter-dimensional war

that I believe you are responsible for starting.

So what I want is not warmth or tea.

It's the truth.

The truth will come out.

It always does.

Livvy, you don't have to trust me.

You don't even have to like me,

but you can't deny I have a unique perspective,

shaped by having lived in two worlds.

I know the difference a wrong choice can make...

or a right one.

For example, this building is still standing

because different choices were made.

So, Livvy, if you can look past your anger,

you may find that I'm more of an ally than you think.

A storm is coming,

perhaps the last and worst storm of all.

And when it is over,

I fear there will be little left of our world.

The shape-shifters on your side

are looking for someone,

someone to open the door between universes,

and if they find him,

there will be no stopping them,

and that is why you must find him first.

Me?

You are the one, Olivia.

Of all the children that Walter and I prepared,

you were the strongest.

You were always the strongest.

Remember this symbol.

It's hidden on their leader.

That's how you'll know him.

Show this to Nina Sharp.

She can help you.

We're out of time.

Olivia.

Olivia.

Olivia! Can you hear me?

Astrid, nitroglycerine, 30 CCs.

Peter, please turn the head to the side,

make sure she can breathe.

Walter, what's happening?

I think she's receiving a flood of memories.

It could be too much, too fast.

You should stand.

I think it'll be less painful that way.

What will?

And remember this-

Einai kalytero...

Anthropo apo ton patera toy.

Tell that to Peter.

You're going to need him by your side.

Tell it to him.

He'll know what it means.

We have to shock her heart.

There's a vial of adrenaline, Peter.

And I'm afraid there's no avoiding

what has to happen next.

I pulled you out of a moving car.

Momentum can be deferred,

but it must always be paid back in full.

Okay.

Into her heart, between the ribs.

Count to three: One, two...

As I once said to Walter,

physics is a bitch.

- Three! - Sorry, Olivia.

I need to speak to Nina Sharp.

- Nina Sharp. - Nina, we need to talk.

Olivia?

Look, I'm on my way there now.

I'm sorry. I'm just about to leave for Hong Kong.

I have a message from William Bell.

Cancel the plane.

I wish I could have been more of a help to you.

Oh, you did great.

You sure you're all right to drive?

Oh, she's fine.

The injections I gave her would have counteracted

any hallucinogenics in her system.

- Peter. - Yeah?

I think I'd like to drive home with her.

You just said that all the drugs were out of her system.

How are you gonna get back home, Walter?

The bus.

Okay.

Peter, I need some money.

He said okay.

Terrific.

It was a pleasure meeting you.

You too, Peter.

Say good-bye to Agent Dunham for me, will you?

What?

Oh, nothing. I...

I'm sorry.

It's probably just the drugs.

Hey.

Where is everyone?

Uh, Peter and Dr. Bishop are out,

and Olivia went to New York to see Nina Sharp.

I can call her if you want me to.

She just left

- a few minutes- - No, that's okay.

I'll talk to her when she gets back.

What is this?

Oh, that's Massive Dynamic.

They're rebuilding the image from the broken device.

Dr. Bell showed you this?

Yeah.

Have you ever seen that before-that symbol?

No.

Well, that's what he told me.

He said it would be hidden

somewhere on their leader's body.

Well, then I suspect it would be on his head,

assuming that's what

the cryogenic hijackings are about.

And that's all Dr. Bell told you?

He said that the man with that mark...

would try to open a door between our two worlds...

that a storm was coming,

and that the only way to stop it

would be for me to find him before the shape-shifters did.

A storm?

Yeah.

What?

It was a phrase he used.

When Dr. Bell realized the existence of the other side,

the thing he dreaded most

was the inevitable collision...

if our two universes ever came together.

Collision?

The Pauli exclusion principle

means that no two objects can occupy the same space

at the same time.

Dr. Bell was afraid that if the doorway

between the two sides was ever opened

that the unavoidable conclusion...

only one world would remain.

It's what he called the last great storm.

Laston-Hennings Cryonics.

I'm sorry. I have to go.

Olivia?

Whatever Massive Dynamic can do to help find this man,

we're at your service.

- How'd you know? - Listen to me carefully.

My car's around the corner,

we got a SWAT team inbound.

As soon as I verify you're out of this building,

they're gonna shred this place.

Let's move.

Oh, God, Charlie, I almost told her everything.

I got to call Broyles.

What do you mean "almost"?

Well, I just realized where it is,

the head that they're looking for.

Bell told me.

It's at Laston-Hennings Cryonics.

It's me.

Laston-Hennings Cryonics.

What are you doing?

Won't you come in?

I don't think I should.

The bus leaves every half hour, and...

Oh, I only have 14 minutes to walk to the stop.

Some day, huh?

Not at all what I expected when I woke up this morning.

That's the way of things.

The best days and the worst days rarely are.

Rebecca, what I did to you - It was wrong.

- Oh, Walter. - No, no.

You were young, and I took advantage,

and...

I've wanted to do that for so long.

Oh, Walter, what you did-

You made me...

special.

The truth is...

I believe you were always special.

I must go...

under 12 minutes.

You had no choice.

If you didn't kill him,

he would have killed you.

It's not your fault.

Whatever that thing was, it wasn't Charlie.

They killed him for what?

To open a door to the other side?

And who are these people, and what do they want?

What did we do to them?

Laston-Hennings Cryonics was hit 15 minutes

before our protective detail arrived.

They took everything.

All the cryo-capsules are gone.

So they found who they were looking for.

I assume so.

William Bell pulled me to another universe...

to give me a warning.

That's how important this is.

And I failed.

Olivia, we'll find them.