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Narrator: Previously on fringe:

Whatever they needed from you,
they have it.

It's not safe here anymore.
You have to go home.

Olivia: You're not real.

- Broyles: What about this Olivia?
- I don't believe we need her.

Get me out. Despite what you think,
my universe is not at war with yours.

I've seen war, but if what you're saying
is true, I have to believe in hope.

Please make this worth it.

Peter: Since you got back,
it's like you're a different person.

Woman:
Olivia, she has a message for you.

She's trapped in the other universe.

Broyles: Olivia's back.
They think she had some kind of seizure.

If it wasn't for you,
I would never have made it back.

You saved my life.

- Excuse me.
- Sorry. So, so sorry.

Man: Yes. There's a man here
in need of medical attention.

5776 Galloway street.

He's injured very badly. Please hurry.

Cheers.

So sorry, sir.

But, uh, there's no other way.

- No details on this one.
- Never a good sign.

Hello? Somebody call 911?

Someone call 911? Hello?

Call this in.

Dispatch, we're looking
at a possible homicide. Requesting backup.

Oh, my god.

Joe, someone cut this guy's heart out.
Get in here.

Don't... don't let me die.

Guess you weren't expecting me back
so soon.

Which led me to believe
that Walternate's priority...

Was learning
how to cross universes safely.

- He was using me to discover how.
- You think he's close?

His tests enabled him to synthesize
cortexiphan. Yeah, I think he's close.

And he is driven.

The way he sees things,
it's his world or ours.

So I understand
that the other Olivia escaped...

With a crucial part of the machine.
Where is the rest of it?

Science division is analyzing
the pieces.

- I'd like to see the results.
- Of course. Once you're back.

You're officially on leave
until further notice.

To say you've experienced a trauma
is an understatement.

You need to process
what you've endured.

I know, but I honestly believe that
my ability to do my job isn't impaired.

Your ability's not my only concern.

I'm not gonna deny that the last
few months haven't taken their toll.

But I made a promise
to a friend over there.

And I swore that I would do everything
that I can to heal both worlds.

I need to go back to work.

This friend you're talking about...

What was he like?

He wasn't that unlike you.

He was honorable, committed.

He feared for his family, for their future.

- So he had children?
- A son and a daughter.

And he was very close to his wife.

- And he was still married?
- Yes.

- Come on, Walter, let's go.
- Walter: Coming.

I thought that it was in the closet.
Aah! Wait.

- Where was it?
- Bathroom. A couple nights ago...

I used my cauterizer to remove
an uncomfortable growth between my...

Less information the better.

- Have you spoken to Olivia?
- I did. Called her last night.

She's still recuperating.

I understand how difficult it is
to be candid with people you care about.

Particularly when it concerns matters
intimate in nature.

- Ready to go?
- Yes, I am.

- And by intimate, I mean sexual.
- Yeah, I got that.

I know this is an instance
of a parent asking a child...

To do as he says, not as he does.

How many ways can I tell you
I don't wanna have this conversation?

But you must have it.

No, this conversation,
the one that we're having right now.

We're here.

You understand better than most
the pain a lie can inflict.

Yes, I do.

Which is why, even though
it's going to fundamentally change...

How she feels about me,
I am going to tell Olivia everything.

Okay?

You're a good man, Peter.

She knows that.

Walter: Look who's here. Oh, it's good
to see you out and about, dear.

- Peter, look, it's Olivia.
- Hi.

Shouldn't you be resting?

Agent Dunham has been cleared
for duty.

- All right. In that case, welcome back.
- Thank you.

Gonna tell us what we're in for?

At 8 this morning, 911 received a call
from inside this house.

The caller said there was someone
in need of medical attention.

The emts found the victim
strapped to a table...

Chest cavity opened,
and his heart missing.

After they discovered him, the victim
regained consciousness and spoke...

And died three minutes later.

He was conscious and speaking without
a functional cardiovascular system?

- It appears so.
- Lady fortuna has smiled upon us.

Where do you suppose I could pick up
quality imported pickled herring?

No idea. Why?

- I'm thinking of scandinavia.
- Scandinavia?

The blood eagle.
Norse method of torture.

Breaking the ribs and spreading them
out to resemble blood-stained wings.

- So we're looking for a viking?
- Whoever did this was trained.

These incisions have been made
with precision.

Huh. This is beautiful work.

Definitely not a viking.
They were ruthless.

Peter, look at this.

Peter: Scar tissue.
Walter: Yeah.

He's had heart surgery before.

Stay here. I'll be right back.

Walter: Well, it's impossible to determine
the time of death.

In this case, the standards
we generally use don't apply.

What exactly does that mean?

- He still has reflexes?
- Walter: Yes.

And yet his heart was removed
at least four hours ago.

Rigor mortis should be starting
to set in.

So we're not sure he's dead?

From what I can see,
he's more dead than not.

Okay. What if somebody
is harvesting organs?

- On the black market?
- Peter: Unlikely.

This guy's medicine cabinet rivals
some pharmacies.

Steroids, immunosuppressants,
antifungals, pain medication...

You wouldn't steal a heart from
someone sick if you were selling it.

- Who's the prescribing physician?
- Dr. Alexandra Ross.

You two go talk to this Dr. Ross.

Dr. Bishop, I'll arrange to transport
the cadaver to your lab.

Oh, great. Perhaps there I'll be able to
discover what made this tin man tick.

- Dr. Ross is still in surgery.
- Okay, then we'll wait.

You know you're drinking swill, right?

It's nice to be able
to take a cup of coffee for granted.

What?

You know when you go on vacation and
come back and things are a revelation?

Like coffee or my favorite shoes.

Other things are just...

I don't know.

My mail was opened.

It's kind of disconcerting, knowing that
somebody else has been living your life.

Hey. You okay?

There's something that
I have to talk to you about.

Inoficed_.

."Changes.

Small changes,
but they were definitely there.

She's...

She's much quicker with a smile.

And less...

I don't know, less intense, maybe.

She said that when she was over there,
when she saw her other life...

It made her wanna change,
to be happier.

I believed her
because that made sense.

There was no way for you to know.

Everything happened so fast.
I couldn't tell you how they did it.

And that's okay.

I'm here now.

When you asked me to come back
to this world with you...

- You said...
- That you belonged with me.

And so I came back for you.

For us.

And we started seeing each other.

And I explained away the differences
because our relationship was different.

I thought she was you, Olivia.

Does everyone know?

Peter: I reported everything
when I found out who she was.

Olivia, I'm sorry.

You know, she had a really full life...

A really sweet boyfriend.

And if he hadn't been out of town,
who knows what could have happened?

She had friends, people who loved her.

People who risked their lives
to help her.

They all believed that I was her.

So you know,
I can understand how that...

- Mr. Bishop? Dr. Ross is out of surgery.
- Give us a second, please?

Sure. Okay. Peter: Thank you.

Peter, it's fine. We're good. Let's go.

I don't understand.
His heart was removed?

We'd like to ask you about
the medications you prescribed him.

Of course. It was the standard regimen
for transplant recipients.

Mr. Russo suffered
from congestive heart failure.

On the list over a year,
waiting for a donor.

- He had a heart transplant?
- Ross: Yes. He wanted a second chance.

We gave him one.
Or at least I thought we did.

It won't be long now.

You'll be okay.

Astrid: Walter, are you sure
it's called the yatsko project?

Nina says that she checked
massive dynamic's archives...

- And nothing came up.
- That can't be right.

Belly and I created a serum similar
to this in the mid '70s. I'm certain of it.

We were trying to devise a method...

- Of questioning someone after death.
- Of course you were.

Tell her to look under "pet projects."

Perhaps the yatsko research
was folded in.

Okay. I'm leaving.

Peter's giving you a ride home.
He should be here any minute, Walter.

Evening, everyone.

Peter. What wonderful timing.

- You got the keys to lock up?
- Yeah. No problem.

All right. Don't let him keep you here
too late, okay?

- Night, Walter.
- Good night, aster. Peter, come here.

Good night.

I want you to smell something.
Tell me what you deduce.

- Okay. What am I smelling?
- Him.

Notice anything?

- I'm not vomiting.
- Precisely.

By now, it should be emitting
the unmistakable odor of putrefaction.

This corpse's decomposition
has slowed to almost zero.

- So, what's arresting the decay?
- That's a good question.

Astrid and I isolated traces of a serum
in his blood.

It functions as a preservative,
radically slowing down cell degradation.

Why slow down his death?
They stole his heart.

To assuage his conscience.

You think the type of people
that would steal an organ...

- Would be troubled by conscience?
- He called 911.

If the emts had got him on
a heart-lung machine in time...

He might have survived.

It's highly unlikely, of course...

But I'm betting it helps our organ thief
sleep well at night.

Well, at least somebody is.

You haven't told Olivia, have you?

- Nope, actually I did.
- How did she react?

- Surprisingly well.
- Really?

Do you think possibly
they replaced her with a robot?

- Hey. Tell me there's more.
- There's plenty. I just made a fresh pot.

Bad night?

I had a lot of laundry to go through.

How is it, being back?

- Oh, it's good.
- Yeah?

Strange.

Peter told me what happened, you know,
that he was seeing her.

You know, I get it, but...

You saw them together.

What was he like with her?

He didn't seem different?
I mean, like, happier, or...?

- Olivia...
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I...

Okay, we should go.

Broyles wouldn't have called
if he didn't have something.

Olivia, wait.

- He thought that she was you.
- Yeah, I understand. It's fine.

It's not fine.

Whatever feelings that Peter had,
they were not about her.

They were about you.

And they were real.

They still are.

Thank you, Astrid.

Broyles: A cross-state search
turned up multiple organ thefts...

In the last two months.

The incidents took place in five states
but the mo. Of the crime is consistent.

- The same person did all this?
- Broyles: It appears so.

- Any of those organs transplants?
- Broyles: They all were.

And not only that,
they're all from the same donor.

- Do we have a name?
- A number. Names are confidential.

A 17-year-old female.

We've issued a priority request.
We should know shortly.

Peter: Mind if I take a look?

So he's gathering
all of her organs. Why?

Some people have objections
to organ donation.

Someone didn't think
the recipients were worthy.

It says here they remanded the custody
of the body to the rosendale eye bank.

Think her corneas were donated?

There's no photos of them being stolen.

Put me through
to the rosendale eye bank.

Colonel Broyles with the FBI.

I need to speak with
your executive director immediately.

Yes, it's urgent.
Immediately means urgent. Thank you.

Man 2: So sorry, sir.

These don't belong to you, do they?

Good. He wasn't at home.
We're at his restaurant now.

We've got a name on the donor.
Amanda Walsh.

Her family lives in Providence.
FBI's arranging an interview.

There's a light on in the back.

Hello? Anybody there?

Peter: Over here.

We're too late.

Please help me.

I wanted to see how the construction
was coming along.

There was some paperwork
to take care of.

I was feeling fine,
but as I was walking there...

I started getting dizzy.

Next thing I know,
I'm strapped to a slab.

He actually apologized.

Can you believe that? He said he wished
there was another way.

That they didn't belong to me.

So Walter was right. We're dealing
with a remorseful organ thief.

Well, that makes sense. He didn't wanna
hurt those people. It's about her.

He didn't want her organs going
to someone else.

I'm gonna call Broyles, let him know
we're on the way to talk to the family.

Please tell me you're not giving gene
the evidence to drink.

Not till I understand
the long-term side effects.

But imagine the possibilities
if this can permanently arrest cell decay.

- Milk that doesn't go bad.
- And cheese.

Well, that dream
is gonna have to wait, Walter.

Here are the yatsko project files.
Massive dynamic just sent them over.

You were right, they were misfiled.

Turns out the research
you and William bell did...

On human tissue preservation didn't
stop when you went to St. Claire's.

Interesting.

I think we're on the precipice
of understanding this.

- More you than we.
- I have a working hypothesis.

Astrid, I need you to get me something.
I need the organ donor.

- Amanda Walsh?
- Yes.

I need her body. Or what's left of it.

Mrs. Walsh: Oh, god.

The only consolation I had...

Was her passing
gave other people another chance.

Was Amanda dating anyone?

Did she have any friendships
that were cause for concern?

I was more concerned
that she didn't have any friends.

She didn't like school,
she didn't wanna do sports.

It was ballet.

That was the only thing
that ever made her happy.

Ms. Walsh,
how did your daughter die?

She took her own life.

- My daughter was clinically depressed.
- Was she being treated for depression?

Yes. She was on
antidepression medication.

She also did a lot of group therapy.

She kept trying different ones.
There are a few she stuck with.

We'd like the names of the doctors
and also the groups she was attending.

Excuse me for a sec.

I'll get that information.

- Hey, Astrid.
- Hey, are you at the Walsh house?

- Yeah, why?
- Well, Walter has some kind of a theory.

He needs you to speak to Mrs. Walsh.

Okay. What's he need?

Mrs. Walsh:
Amanda's schedule, her psychiatrists...

The groups she was going to.

- If there's anything else I can do...
- Actually, there is.

That was Astrid on the phone.

Mrs. Walsh, we'd like your permission
to exhume your daughter's body.

- You can't.
- I know that's an awful thing to ask but...

Mrs. Walsh:
No, it's not possible.

- Here she is.
- Peter: I hope there's a good reason...

- Given all that family's had to suffer.
- There's a good reason.

- Walter, come on. That's a person.
- Oh, my god.

No, not at all.
I suspect it's some kind of hardwood.

Cherry, maybe mahogany...

And concrete.

- Are you sure?
- I know these are not human cremains.

If that's not her,
then where is her body?

Likely with the rest of her organs.

I believe whoever is stealing
these organs...

Is trying to put this girl
back together again.

Man:
It's gonna be good for you. Very good.

We need to keep your body strong,
don't we?

Astrid: So the funeral home
didn't report it. You're kidding me.

Okay, thanks.

Broyles just confirmed your suspicion.

Amanda Walsh's body was stolen
before it could be cremated.

The funeral home covered it up.

Apparently, stealing bodies
is not all that unusual.

Of course not. Theft of corpses...

- Is a time-honored tradition.
- Tradition?

We've been stealing from the dead
as long as we've been burying them.

Perhaps longer. In the 1800s,
grave robbery was the primary means...

That doctors and scientists had
of obtaining human cadavers for study.

In fact, that practice was so common...

That it inspired the gothic novel
Frankenstein.

- You may have heard of it.
- You don't believe it's possible...

To bring a dead person back to life,
do you?

No. But not for lack of trying.

Belly and I dabbled in that arena
for years.

But, alas, we never could revive yatsko.

Peter just loved that cocker spaniel.

Feel that. Finally some stiffness.

Okay, I've removed anyone who doesn't
have a medical or scientific background.

- What about this guy, Ellis Rourke?
- What group was he in?

Uh, general depression.
He and Amanda ran it together...

- For almost a year.
- Okay, hit me.

Age 36, majored in biology.

Has an anger-management problem.
Arrested twice for battery.

No. Whoever's doing this
isn't driven by anger.

Broyles asked me
to drop these records off.

Okay, thank you. I got it.

Oh. Amanda was also in
a cognitive-behavioral group...

That focused on ways
to cope with depression.

You'd think someone working that hard
at being okay would get some payoff.

- Well, it doesn't always work like that.
- I think I got something.

Simon waylan, age 29.

Says here that he is
"socially and sexually incompetent."

No, it doesn't fit the profile.

I appreciate that profiling
is one of your specialties...

But you could listen to what
I have to say before you dismiss it.

Well, he is not the guy we're looking for.

- So, what am I missing?
- What do you mean?

We're looking for somebody
who knows Amanda.

A loner who has difficulty
making friends.

Who more than likely has parents
who live far away or are deceased.

Which would bring me to Simon waylan.

Twenty-nine, computer programmer,
bachelor, lives alone.

Also, just happened to leave
the emergency contact sheet blank.

"He displays symptoms
of narcissistic personality disorder."

Caring about other people
is not his strong suit.

- Sorry, but he's not the guy.
- Right. So why not?

Profiling is not about checking off
the facts. You have to weigh them.

- You gotta feel it.
- So, what...?

He doesn't love her.

Whoever's fighting
to give Amanda back her life...

Even though she chose to end it,
loves her.

- Okay?
- Okay.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be. Let's just move on.

- What is it?
- Roland David Barrett.

Worked in animal research but...

It's not him. He dropped out
of the group last spring.

- When last spring?
- The last session was...

April 10th.
The day that Amanda committed suicide.

"Barrett is the son of Nathaniel Barrett,
heir to the Stanfield chemical fortune."

Ten years ago, when his father passed
away, Roland inherited everything.

Does his post-doctoral work
on cell decay and regeneration...

But quit abruptly because of an onset
of severe depression.

Then, four years ago,
he picks up his scientific work...

At the duk-hee genetic institute.

There were hundreds
of different researchers.

But according to this,
Barrett's research...

Contributed to the "creation
of synthetic life on the cellular level."

- What if he could actually do it?
- What?

Reanimation.

Okay.

Barrett: Amanda?

Amanda, it's me. It's me, Roland.

You made a terrible mistake
but it's okay now.

You're back.

I told you I'm gonna be there for you
the way you were for me, remember?

Okay, it's okay. Hey, hey, look at me.
Look at Roland.

Oh, no.

Man: FBI!

Go, go, go.

Move, move!

Where is she?

Downstairs.

Clear.

I was trying to correct a wrong.

- She made a mistake.
- What was your relationship to her?

I just wanted her
to have another chance.

I wanted her...

To live a life.

Her eyes.

When I looked into her eyes...

It wasn't Amanda.

I don't know what I brought back,
but I know...

It wasn't her.

Is she dead?

Yes, she's dead.

You know what I need
after a day like today?

For most people, it would be a drink.

- Strawberry milkshake.
- I can do that.

- With extra whipped cream.
- Don't push it.

You okay?

What is it?

You know what Barrett said?

He said that he looked into her eyes
and he knew that it wasn't her.

Olivia...

I understand the facts.

I know that she had
reams of information about me...

And about my life,
and about the people close to me.

I understand that if she slipped up...

That she would have a completely
reasonable explanation for it.

And I guess to expect you
to have seen past that...

Is perhaps asking
a little bit too much.

But when I was over there,
I thought about you.

And you were just a figment
of my imagination...

But I held on to you.

And it wasn't reasonable,
and it wasn't logical but I did it.

Why didn't you?

She wasn't me.

How could you not see that?

Now she's everywhere. She's been
in my house, in my job, my bed.

I don't wanna wear my clothes,
I don't wanna live in my apartment...

And I don't wanna be with you.

She's taken everything.

I'm sorry.

September: I have arrived.

I am looking at him as we speak.

He is still alive.