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Previously on Fringe...

Surgeries that Newton performed.

He was removing transplanted brain tissue.

You nearly died when you were a boy.

Walternate found a cure for Peter.

Walter, Peter is dead.

I'm talking about the other Peter...

the one on the other side.

I'm not from here, am I?

- Son... - I am not your son.

Peter checked himself out of the hospital

three hours ago.

He's gone.

Drink that, avoid the radar,

you'll be in Oakland in no time.

And that is for you, Raymond.

And your burger should be up in a minute.

So... where was I?

Well, you were in the middle of telling me

how you moved around a lot as a kid,

but I got to tell you,

now I'm hopelessly intrigued with these CDs.

I'm sort of known here by the regulars

for my playlists.

I base my tracks on people's aura.

Well, how often do you think I'd have to come here

to be considered a regular?

I might be able to get you on the list.

First, you have to tell me where you're from.

Technically...

I'm from no place you've ever heard of.

But let's just say Boston.

So how long are you here for?

Well, I was just planning on the one night...

passing through.

To?

I don't know yet.

Okay...

Peter from Boston.

I'll burn you one.

Really?

What did I do right?

It's a long road to "I don't know yet."

I want to make sure you stay awake out there.

And I, uh... I like your eyes.

So there's that.

Where are you staying?

I'm staying at the Drake's Bay Motel.

I'll drop it by after my shift.

Okay, I'll see you then.

I'll see you then.

[Chuckles]

[Marker squeaking]

[Small drill whirring]

[Whimpering]

What are you doing to me?

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for Skagit Valley's famous waves of color,

but with record warmth,

it is still going to be one for the record books.

In Mount Vernon, John Hofferste,

Q13, Fox News.

Your room's got a bed, you know.

What time is it?

6:00 a.m.

Did a pretty girl happen to drop by here?

[Chuckles]

[Phone ringing]

Hello?

[Electronic static]

Krista?

[Noises continue]

Hello?

[Electronically distorted voices]

[Chime] Destination.

(Female voice) Please say a city name.

Portland.

Portland.

Please proceed to the highlighted route.

That was obviously way too easy.

[Chime]

Destination.

Please say a city name.

Mars. [beeps]

Sorry. Please say the city name.

[Car alarm chirps]

How you doing?

I'm Sheriff Mathis.

This is Deputy Ferguson.

Hi, there.

Peter Bishop.

Were you a customer here last night?

I was.

Do you remember your waitress?

Krista, sure.

Why, did something happen to her?

Do you have any identification on you?

Of course.

Krista told a coworker she was planning to meet you after her shift last night.

You gonna tell me what's going on here?

You first.

Yeah, we made plans.

But she never showed up.

She was gonna meet me at my motel, the Drake's Bay,

but I just fell asleep in the lobby.

You can call the front desk, ask the guy there.

Why don't you just hang here a sec, okay?

(Mathis) Where are you goin'?

Who are you lookin' for?

Um...

No one.

Oh, come on, you got to be kidding me.

Krista Manning went missing last night.

And you talked to her.

You two spent some time.

I'd just like to hear about it.

I'd like to do that at the station, okay?

B-i-s-h-o-p.

Uh, six feet, brown hair.

Officer, I wasn't staying under the name Bishop.

I was registered under the name Stewart.

Yeah, he says he was staying under the name Stewart.

Right, okay. Thanks, Tom.

Tom over at Drake's Bay

confirms that he was passed out in the lobby all night.

Why did you check into the motel

under an assumed name, sir?

(Woman on radio) Sheriff?

This is Mathis. Go ahead.

Dogs have found a body...

the spillway off route 219 and mile marker 8.

White female... coroner's on his way.

[Indistinct police radio chatter]

Oh, my God.

(Woman on radio) Noyo search and rescue, what's your 20?

(Man on radio) E.T.A. about 45.

Confirm this is recovery, not rescue.

(Woman on radio) That's right, Wes. It's a bad one.

The coroner says the victim had some sort of operation done to her.

A piece of her skull cut out. Over.

Sheriff... can you let me out of the back of this car?

Just... please, I'm sorry,

but you're gonna have to be patient, Mr. Bishop.

Hold on for one second. Hold on.

I was listening to your radio.

They said that she had a piece of her skull cut out.

Is she missing a part of her brain?

I know that that's a weird question,

but you need to ask the coroner

whether she's missing a piece of her temporal lobe.

Please.

[Door closes]

How the hell did you know that?

You're FBI, huh?

What exactly is a civilian consultant?

Sometimes people with certain areas of expertise

can offer them to the Bureau on a consulting basis.

My area of expertise is...

Weird.

You mean difficult to explain?

No, I mean the strange, the inexplicable.

So, uh...

can you talk me through this again?

You knew that they took her...

- Temporal lobe. - Temporal lobe...

Because it's like a case you worked on before?

Exactly. We were never able to catch those responsible.

So that's why you're out here.

You're tracking them down?

No.

But I think that they may be tracking me down.

What'd they want with you?

I'm not sure yet.

But I thought I saw one of them earlier outside the crime scene.

His name is Newton.

And I think they called me at the Drake's Bay Motel.

There was no voice on the other end of the line.

It was just static, and then a series of strange

noises and clicks...

I think they killed Krista to find me.

By taking her brain?

I told her where I was staying.

She's the only person who knew.

Why wouldn't they just...

Ask her where you were staying?

Or force her.

I mean, why cut out her brain?

It's possible that they needed details about me

she didn't know she had.

I'm sorry. I'm not following.

I know that this is complicated.

And I'm sorry that I can't give you all the answers,

but the case is classified.

It is possible, however, that I could show you what I mean.

Just give me a minute.

I'm gonna go make a few calls, Peter.

Of course.

[Cell phone ringing, vibrating]

Bishop, where are you?

I'll save you the trace.

I'm in Washington State.

Look, I need a favor.

You're about to get a call from the Noyo County Sheriff's Department.

They're checking up on my credentials.

(Broyles) Are you in trouble?

Mm-mm. In fact, just the opposite.

I stumbled into an investigation,

and I offered them my services.

We'll ask them to extend you every courtesy.

Thank you.

Listen...

I don't want you to tell Walter where I am.

In fact, I don't even want you to tell him that we spoke.

If you owe me anything, you owe me that.

Okay.

But, Bishop...

if you change your mind,

I'll send someone to pick you up.

Thanks.

I got to go.

Take care of yourself.

[Cell phone beeps]

(Peter) Krista seemed like a sweet girl.

Did you know her?

She and my sister went to school together.

So explain this to me.

The temporal lobe is responsible for memory.

So think of the brain as the greatest recording device ever created.

Every sight, sound, smell,

all recorded in perfect detail.

But imagine that there was a way

to get that data out of the brain.

So what I said, what I was wearing,

what time it was, where I was staying...

I know how it sounds.

But believe me, if you can imagine it, it's possible.

If that's true,

if they were trying to find you,

- why didn't they just come for you last night? - I... I don't know.

These are not your ordinary bad guys.

The tissue is very pink.

Yes, and it's not normally like that.

It only happens when our bodies metabolize adrenaline.

So her adrenalin's must have spiked right before she died.

Oh... My God.

"Find the crack"?

That is the worst police slogan I've ever heard.

It's not a slogan.

In the darkness,

there's always a crack.

It's how the light gets in.

Ferguson gave it to me...

on our first case together.

Nobody else thought I could hack it, but...

It's... it's an inside joke.

It looks expensive.

Yeah.

That's what he keeps telling me.

[Fax whirs, beeps]

If that's an accurate account of your statement, please sign it.

It is, very.

I'm gonna get a room at the Northwest Passage.

I'll be staying under the name of...

Gene Cowan.

So if you need me, that's where I'm at.

You sure you don't want a police escort?

[Laughing] No, I'll be fine.

You know, you say that there are people out there

cutting people's brains out to find you,

and you're smiling.

Look, they may have found me.

But now that I know they're here for sure,

I found them too.

And now we're gonna catch 'em.

What?

I don't know about this guy, Ann.

He knew his way around there.

He's like a medical examiner.

He knew the brain, biology, medications.

Doesn't mean he's legit.

You read your books about UFOs and Roswell

and whacked-out theories and government conspiracies.

I think that you want to believe.

What makes you trust him?

I don't know.

I'm a good judge of character.

I'm the only one here who likes you.

[Chuckles]

[Door bell buzzing]

Closed. What do you want?

If you open up, I'll make it worth your while.

[Phone ringing]

Mathis?

[Electronic static, distorted voices]

[Phone ringing]

What do you want from me?

Peter...

it's Mathis.

Who did you tell?

What are you talking about?

Just now, I got one of those phone calls.

They know where I'm staying.

- And I only told you. - I didn't...

Then ask your partner!

That's what I'm calling about, Peter.

Ferguson's...

Ferguson's disappeared.

When was the last time that you spoke with him?

About two hours.

He went back to the scene where Krista's body was found.

He felt we might have missed something.

That means that he disappeared

about a half hour before I got the last phone call.

You think they used him to find you, like they used Krista.

What is it that makes you special?

Why haven't they taken you?

I don't know.

[Scoffs] I don't even know what it all means,

but I do know that these people have the answers.

And that's exactly why I need to find them.

All right, then, call your friends at the FBI.

- Let's get these guys! - No.

The FBI has the expertise.

- They have the resources. - And if we call the FBI,

they're gonna descend on this place,

and these people will disappear.

I am this close.

And I am going to get my answers.

You said you got calls at Drake's Bay

and Northwest Passage, right?

Yes.

Mm-hmm.

Well, we pulled those phone records.

Those calls never happened.

These people can pull memories out of brain tissue.

You think they can't make a couple of calls disappear?

I can do that.

People have been doing that since the '70s.

I understand.

You don't want me to be right,

'cause if I'm right, then that means your partner is most likely dead.

Hey...

Peter...

with the exception of who you are,

I haven't been able to verify anything you've said to me.

It's all either classified, or it's incredible.

I'm calling the Bureau.

Your partner did disappear.

And I did talk to Krista.

And I did get those phone calls.

What if he's alive?

What if he's out there somewhere,

thinking I am doing everything in my power,

including calling the FBI to save him?

Then that is all the more reason

for us to find him ourselves.

If you make that phone call, we never will.

[Traffic clamoring]

Excuse me, please.

Thank you.

[Mumbling] Toaster pastry.

Um... "Corn starch,

soy lecithin,

potassium... bromate."

Potassium bromate?

This supermarket is trying to kill us!

You... potassium bromate... do you know what that is?

Are you okay, sir?

It is known to induce renal cell tumors...

Mesotheliomas of the peritoneum!

Can I call someone for you?

Call someone? You know what?

You know what you're putting into our bodies?

Death! Delicious, strawberry-flavored death!

Okay, okay. I'm calling security.

Yes!

[Crying]

They had no right to make me wait at the police station.

It's the makers of those toaster pastries that should be in jail.

(Astrid) Let it go, Walter.

You're home now, and you're safe.

I wasn't expecting guests.

Walter...

Why didn't you tell me you needed help?

What am I going to do...

call you every time I run out of pudding pops?

Yes, if you need them.

I need to learn to care for myself.

If Peter doesn't come back...

Walter...

They'll send me back to the hospital, won't they?

I won't let that happen.

Thank you.

I do...

I do need pudding pops.

[Car doors slam]

(Mathis) We don't know if he made it,

but this is the last place he said he was going.

Isn't it protocol for him to call in once he gets here?

Well... sometimes he doesn't do that.

Dummy.

[Electronic warbling]

[Static, electronic whining]

Bishop?

Bishop!

Peter.

[Breathing heavily]

Mathis.

What did you see?

I saw Newton and one other guy.

You didn't see them too?

They came running right past you.

What's wrong?

What the hell are you doing, Bishop?

Put down that gun.

Who are you?

Bishop... lower... your... weapon.

In the morgue, you dropped something.

Who gave it to you?

What is wrong with you?

Answer the question!

My pen?

It was a gift from Ferguson, my partner.

Why is there blood on your jacket?

There is blood on my jacket

because there is blood on my wrist,

which I got when I fell, running.

Show me.

I'm sorry.

I needed to know that your blood was still red.

What other color would it be?

So these, uh, shape-shifters, they...

make themselves look like other people?

Yeah, it's a technology unlike anything you've seen before.

Peter...

[Sighs]

I want to level with you.

I, um...

believe in the unknown.

Yeah. "Find the crack." I get it.

No, I mean...

I read books about...

UFOs and conspiracy theories.

But I do think...

I mean, I am wondering right now...

If you are not completely off your rocker.

- They were there. - I didn't see them...

Or the dart they shot.

I know you didn't, because they removed it.

I know how this must look...

From your point of view... I mean, I was there once too.

But...

You just did it.

Did what?

You just questioned your own sanity.

[Scoffs]

I'm not questioning...

when was the last time you slept?

I'm not hallucinating.

And I'm not paranoid.

And I'm not questioning my own sanity.

I was wondering why you would listen to me.

You're desperate.

Ferguson is more than just your partner, isn't he?

So there is something between the two of you.

You said back at the precinct that...

That I was trying to rationalize that he was still alive.

You may be right.

I may be doing it right now. He may be dead.

But I won't believe it until I see his body.

I can't.

[Cell phone ringing]

Mathis.

You want me to go look?

[Sighs]

Sheriff.

The victim's a white female.

She has part of her skull missing.

[Sighs]

I don't recognize this girl.

You never seen her before?

No, I've never seen her before.

Who is she?

I talked to Gwynn right before her shift ended.

We'd talked about her coming over last night

to help me color my hair.

I figured she just got tired.

[Crying] I should have called her.

You couldn't have known.

I'm sorry.

Did your sister ever hang out at the Hilltop Cafe?

Um... I don't think so.

What about the Mosser Brothers gas station

out on route 202?

I filled up there on the way into town.

Her pickup's a diesel,

and I don't think Mosser's carries diesel.

Fine, what about the Drake's Bay Motel?

Would she ever go there for any reason?

- Peter... - What's this about?

It's just...

part of our investigation.

If you could just write down your address for us.

She is grieving,

and you are not getting anywhere.

[Exhaling sharply]

[Crackling]

♪ ♪

The hadron super collider is less complicated

than that infernal dishwater.

Next time, don't use laundry detergent,

and the dishwasher will work fine.

Thank you, Astrid.

You're a federal agent.

I doubt, during your years of training,

that you had dreams of babysitting

a helpless old man.

You are not that helpless.

A little disorganized, maybe.

Don't you usually keep this in the bathtub?

Walter?

I took this little car from the Zelazney building.

Objects from the other universe like this

emit a glimmer,

a distinctive energy signature.

It may be possible to detect that signature.

So?

So I need you to gather all the objects from the other side

that we recovered from the Zelazney building

- and from Jacksonville and bring them to the lab. - Okay, why?

To build a device to read that energy signature!

Peter emits the same energy, don't you see?

This is how we will find Peter.

I must have seen Gwynn somewhere,

or she had to have seen me.

I mean...

she has to have had some value to them,

some knowledge that they needed.

We'll go to your motel and get your things,

get you something to eat, and...

You can stay at my house tonight.

It's okay. I'll be fine.

You're my only connection to finding Bill right now.

I want you safe.

What color was Gwynn's truck?

Tan brown.

Driver's side window is rolled down.

Glove compartment's open.

Okay, so this girl pulls over her truck,

rolls down the window,

and then opens up the glove box.

You tell me... why would she do that?

She got pulled over by a cop.

Or someone pretending to be a cop... or Bill.

Pretending to be Bill?

Well, these shape-shifters, they take on the appearance

of people in positions of authority.

Where you going?

I'm calling the FBI.

Why?

First, you said they cut out his brain to find you.

Now you're telling me he may have been shape-shifted?

Which is it, Peter?

Did I make a mistake not calling the FBI?

[Sighs]

I am very scared right now.

Wait, wai... wait.

Just hold on for one second.

Those people, when they were taken,

they must have been afraid, right?

And when they were killed, they must have been terrified.

So?

So I know how to find them.

Do you know how airplanes have blackboxes?

To record flight data, sure.

Yeah, well, human bodies collect data as well.

Both Krista and Gwynn's muscle tissue was flooded with adrenaline.

Yeah, I remember.

Well, the tissue would've partially metabolized the adrenaline.

So we should be able to measure the rate of absorption,

which will tell us when the adrenaline was first produced.

What about Newton?

- How does that help us find him? - Look...

Normally,

your adrenaline levels are flat.

Then you experience fear.

A spike in adrenaline.

Sometime later, you experience more fear,

say, in the moments right before you were killed...

another spike, two points of fear.

Now, we already know where the girls were abducted.

So if we can just determine how much time took place

between these two intervals...

Then we can figure out where they were killed.

Exactly right.

There is one more thing.

We're gonna need a control sample.

Can you stick that in the centrifuge?

It's that thing right over there.

Ah.

- Hey! - I'm sorry! I'm sorry.

I just needed to scare you.

[Zipper opens]

I'm gonna need to take a tissue sample from you.

(Broyles) How is Dr. Bishop doing?

Walter's trying to adjust to a very difficult situation.

He's concerned about being sent back to St. Claire's.

Will he be able to function if Peter doesn't come back?

I'm sure that Peter will come back.

Do you know something?

Have you spoken to him?

Krista Manning's adrenaline spikes were 42 minutes apart.

So assuming that Newton drove the speed limit,

60 miles an hour...

on these roads, that'd be a good way to get killed.

He would have stuck to 45.

All right, 45.

Okay, the center point is where Krista was taken.

At 45 miles per hour,

the farthest they could have gone

would be 31 1/2 miles.

Gwynn, our second victim...

Was taken much farther out of town,

almost on the other side of the county.

Her adrenaline spikes are 57 minutes apart.

Again, factoring 45 miles per hour...

That's it.

That's our kill zone.

You're assuming he killed them both in the same place.

They were using complex medical equipment.

It's not easy to move an operating room.

Much simpler to just bring the victims

to a specified location...

someplace out of the way.

Like an old dairy farm?

[Clattering]

Just ask him something only he would know.

Hello, there.

It's, uh, Craig, right?

Yeah. I don't know if you remember,

but, uh, I think you were in choir

with my sister up at St. Andrew's.

Well, actually, I was at Good Shepherd.

Good memory, though.

Yeah, Good Shepherd... that's right.

So, uh, what can I do for you?

Your old dairy farm up the hill.

Could there be people up there?

- People? - Yeah, you get up there often?

No, not much, since we shut it down.

Why?

Okay, we got 12 outbuildings...

the milking parlors,

the barn, and the holding stalls.

Those are all good places to hide.

That's a lot of ground to cover.

I'll go call backup to help with the search.

Need any help with the search?

I think it's best if you stay here.

Let me get you the keys.

Sure.

Uhh! Ohh!

Uhh! Uhh!

Unh! Uhh! Uh!

Who are you? Where's Newton?

Peter, stop!

I couldn't stop.

The girls... I wanted to be close to them.

I just couldn't stop.

Where is he?

Where's Ferguson?

What did you do to him?

Bill?

Bill?

Peter...

[Door creaks]

Bill!

Bill...

He's still breathing. Thank God.

Bill.

It's just ink. There's no incision here.

I'm gonna go call an ambulance.

[Crying] Bill.

Stay with me, baby.

I'm here.

I'm here now.

I'm here, Bill.

[Water sloshing]

I don't know what to say.

You saved Bill's life,

and you tracked a killer... what else is there to say?

I wish there was something I could do for you.

Whatever your experiences are,

whatever you can't or won't tell me about...

I think you're looking for meaning in things

that... have no meaning.

I don't know who I am anymore.

When I was in college...

my family was killed, murdered.

I'm sorry.

Sometimes I still think...

one day I might catch whoever did it.

I was alone for a long time.

But I found my place.

You will too.

(Walter) Once we isolate the glimmer, we can find Peter.

Is the spectrograph ready, Agent Farnsworth?

[Computer beeps]

Walter, you put in the wrong numbers.

No, no, I believe they're correct.

[Keys clacking]

No, they're not.

But, then, you know that already, don't you?

I thought you wanted to find Peter.

What if he won't forgive me, Astrid?

All I have now is hope...

hope that he will come to understand

why I did the things I did.

What if I find him, and he won't forgive me?

What do I have then?

[Door closes]

- Hey. - Hey, Olivia.

Walter...

I found Peter.

W... where?

He's in Washington state.

I'm heading to the airport now.

Would you like to come with me, Walter?

I'll need to pack a bag.

[Jewel case clatters on table]

[Band of Horses' I Could Sleep]

♪ ♪

♪ I could sleep... ♪

♪ I could sleep... ♪

♪ I could sleep... ♪

♪ I could sleep... ♪

♪ When I lived alone ♪

♪ is there a ghost in my house? ♪

♪ My house... ♪

Peter, Peter.

Mr. secretary.

Hello, son.

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