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Previously, on fringe...

I want
what you want.

What do you think
we should do about that?

The laws of physics
are being disrupted here.

Like the other universe,

our world is starting
to come apart at the seams.

Am I responsible
for this?

You don't know that
to be true.

Unfortunately, I do.

What happens to the body's
energy after death.

William theorized
we should be able

to capture that energy
using what he called

"soul magnets."

He said if he were right,

he would contact me
from the great beyond.

The last will and testament
of William Bell.

Nina,
a memento of me.

♪ ♪

I didn't realize
until later.

I woke up, and there
she was in my bed.

Yoko.

What did he say?

It was the '70s.

What could he say?

This is wonderful, Kevin.

You getting to sit here
all night,

looking at
these monitors.

What a magnificent job.

CEO of Massive Dynamic

is not a bad gig either.

Must be nice,
all that power.

It was Belly's intellect
made the company great.

All I've managed to do
with its vast resources

is to create a new flavor
of cupcake frosting.

Bacon-Berry.

Well, not for nothing,

but I've worked for Mr. Bell
for a long time,

and you're the best boss
I've ever had.

Look at them,

moving through the halls.

There's a rhythm to it.

A cadence.

Each monitor is
its own movement.

All blending together
in a beautiful symphony.

What's in that room there?

No one ever
goes in there.

You know what that is,
don't you?

That's William Bell's
office.

Walter, what are you doing?

I have spent the last
two hours in Belly's old office.

I found the most
amazing things.

Animal esp,
morality detector,

viral dreaming,
powdered water,

some of our best ideas.

Walter, why are you
going through

William's old
research files?

You know as well as I do

that our universes
are on a collision path.

I have to protect
our world.

If Belly were here,
he wouldn't let everyone down.

Walter, you're not
letting anyone down.

William would
have worked out

what the machine does
and how it relates to Peter.

And to make matters worse,

for the first time since
we've been reunited,

Peter is truly happy.

Oh? How so?

Peter and Olivia.

I thought you knew.

They're a couple now.

Wow, well,
that's wonderful.

Yes, it is.

And his happiness
is a constant reminder

of the price
of my failure,

of what will be lost
if I don't succeed.

And I sat there, and...
looking at these,

feeling depressed,
missing my old friend,

wondering if I could
succeed without him,

thinking how good
we were together.

But then I remembered
how good we were together.

And then I realized

that maybe these
contained a solution.

Maybe if I went
through these files,

every detail,
every thought pattern,

then maybe I could
remember how to think

the way I used to,

the way we used to

back when there were
no limitations,

back when anything
was possible.

Come on, come on!

Let's go!

Hey!

Koenig!

Come on!

Let me see your hands!

Oh, my God.

♪ Fringe 3x16 ♪
Os
Original Air Date on March 11, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Trial seven.

March 15th.

Initial testing
on the memory discs

I retrieved
from the shape-shifters

revealed no information;

however, the Daisy chain
wiring pattern

seems to have activated them,

somehow revealing tons
of previously undetected data.

Unfortunately,
I have absolutely no idea

how the hell to read it.

Hey.

I thought you were
gonna sleep in.

I thought you were gonna
let me sleep in.

Well, I woke up early and
it's actually warm outside.

And there's this great
street fair

on Memorial Drive.

You like a street fair?

I love a good street fair.

And you're not
so bad yourself.

So I figured because
you're on the way--

Actually,
I'm not home right now.

Oh.

Yeah, I got up early
and went to the gym.

Oh, well, I wouldn't want
to interrupt your workout.

No, no,
I'm almost done.

Just let me shower up,
and I'll meet you in 15.

Perfect.
I'll swing by the house.

Bye.

Please say a command.

Read text.

I need you
and the Bishops.

It's magical.

"They glanced up

"and saw Icarus
float through the sky,

"and taking him for a God,

they stood still in wonder."

Icarus had wings.

We have no idea
what's keeping him up there.

He was shot by
a security guard

early this morning.

The guard said
he found two of them

coming down
from the roof.

There's no alarm
on the upper windows.

Apparently they
used their ability

to get up there.

What a marvelous way
to pilfer.

So the other one
got away?

Ooh.

This man is dead.

Assuming he is a man.

I thought I saw him reach for a gun

so I shot him,

and then he just
floated away.

Okay, so the other one,
the one who got away,

is this what
he looked like?

Yeah, but his hair
was longer.

Any idea
what they were after?

We've been through most
of the precious metals already,

the gold, the platinum.

Doesn't look like
anything was taken.

I mean, they went to a lot
of trouble to get in here.

So they must
have been after something.

Agent Broyles.

We found a key card
on the dead man.

This used in the building?

No, we're still
old-fashioned bolt and key.

Contact the manufacturer.

Let's find out
what door it unlocks.

Agent Dunham.

You got something?

We know what
the thieves took.

Well...

I think I know how they
achieved counterbalance.

The boots are weighted.

Hold steady,
you infernal creature.

So still thinking
he's not human, Walter?

Mustn't rule
anything out.

Huh, that's odd.

Those calf muscles
are extremely atrophied.

You don't utilize muscles
when you float.

Astronauts in space lose
5% of their body mass a week.

Of course,
deterioration like this,

he would have had to be
weightless for some time.

But the chest and shoulders
are all perfectly normal.

Wouldn't that affect
the entire body?

Yes.

Hey, do you guys know
anything about osmium?

Uh, it's a metal, durable.

Used in electrical contacts
and fountain pen nibs.

Why?

Well, the warehouse is missing
a substantial quantity.

So I think maybe that's what
our thieves were after.

Well, that's weird
though bec--

because osmium

isn't all that valuable.

No, but it's ironic.

Osmium is twice
as dense as lead.

It's the heaviest
element on earth.

It's like using balloons
to steal bowling balls.

That would require

that the cockpit
be resistant to radiation

at higher altitudes, no?

Mm-hmm.

So why don't we
try to blend it

with a slightly
denser compound?

Do you have
anything in mind?

Dr. Krick?

I'm sorry, Scotty.
Give me a minute, will you?

What are you doing here?

Koenig is dead.

There was a guard.
He shot him.

His body?

I left it.
I had to.

What do we do?

Go home.
I'll figure something out.

There's something else.

I've been nauseous.

And my head
is killing me.

I didn't feel like this
the last time.

Did you get
what I asked for?

Not here, not here.

Go to the lab.

Wait for me there.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, everything's fine.

What exactly
am I looking for here, Walter?

Anything related
to gravity.

I think I remember

seeing a file
on floaters in there.

Of course it could
have been from the period

when Belly was in search
of the perfect bowel movement.

Charming.

Everybody poops, dear.

Personal
floatation devices?

Read that one to me.

"The balloon
is to be swallowed

"and then inflated
with helium

via a tube inserted
into the subject's--"

Yes, we never really did
solve that design issue.

I suspect that's why we
didn't get many volunteers.

And no helium
in the blood works

and no indication
of anything gaseous,

hydrogen, methane.

Now this is interesting.

His white blood cell
count is low.

He's got a weakened
immune system.

Perhaps what's
making him float

is attacking
his body's defenses.

Well, whatever it is,

I think the effects
are wearing off.

Hey.

Any news
on the second subject?

So far he is not
in the system.

So what'd you find?

Well, the key card that
we found on the balloon man,

the manufacturer traced it
to a warehouse in Allston.

Perfect.
Let's take a ride.

Hmm.

What's up?

Nothing.

When your mother
and I were courting,

we used to take
long walks in the park.

But I can see
for your generation

that a drive to a warehouse
would be just as enchanting.

Right.

Call us if
you learn anything.

What's happening to me?

Oh, no.

I don't understand.

You said if I got more
of that stuff

that it would be permanent.

Yes, I'm working
on that.

Then why am I getting sick?

You can't defy gravity
without consequences.

That's the problem.

You're a pioneer.

Men like you,

your participation
in this experiment

will help me
discover a way

to eliminate
the side effects.

I believe we may be
just about there.

Doesn't make any sense.

There's nothing here that would
alter body density.

2:35, Astrid!

Walter, I'm right here.

Pick him up and
put him on a table.

Body has dropped three feet

in the last half hour.

Like a dying balloon.

You ever seen a balloon
lose its buoyancy so quickly?

No, no, no, no.
Something is eluding me.

Walter, I can't--

I don't expect you
to solve it, dear.

It's a very
difficult problem.

No, I mean--

I mean him.
He's too heavy.

Dear God.

He weighs a ton.

What--

What is it?

Take another sample
of his blood.

Run a test for osmium.

Well, you think that--

Why would that
make him float?

It can't, of course.

That's what's troubling me.

- Okay, I got one.
- Okay.

You know when
we're watching TV

and you start
to rub my back,

and you're not really
paying attention

'cause you're
kind of distracted?

Yeah.

And you turn your hand
in a circle

just over and over
and over and--

I wouldn't say that's
exactly how it is,

but yes, I know what
you're talking about.

It's kinda like you're
burrowing through the muscle

right into the bone.

Okay, I think
I get the point.

Okay.

- I don't like it.
- Really?

I had no idea.

All right,
no more burrowing.

See, I love
this full disclosure.

Why didn't we make
this agreement earlier?

Well, it's supposed
to be about

how we feel
about each other but--

No, it's about everything.

Why?
You holding out on me?

No, no, no,
I'm just clarifying.

It's about trust.

So it's a great game
if two people are playing.

Uh, Doyle Street.
Just turn left here.

Looks like we found
the second thief.

Yeah, and I think
there's a third.

Unless he did that
to himself.

These bodies were dissected,

but that's not
what killed them.

It was the high concentration
of osmium in their blood.

They all have
toxic levels.

What kind of exposure
would lead to that?

Injection via syringe.

But then why cut up
the bodies?

Tissue samples,
I suspect.

Looks like an attempt
at an autopsy.

So how could
injecting someone

with the world's heaviest
element make them float?

It shouldn't have.

It runs contrary
to the laws of nature.

- So how's that possible?
- I don't know.

Do I look like
I have answers?

I have a few.

There are eight
wheelchairs in total.

One of the unis found them.

We I.D.ed
a few of the bodies.

Those men suffered
from Muscular Dystrophy.

They'd been handicapped
for years.

Of course.

A variation that primarily
affects leg muscles.

Simple.

That's why their chest
and arms were healthy.

The weightlessness didn't
cause the atrophy.

The disease did.
How could I have missed that?

So why target these people?

Does it have something
to do with the disease?

Well, they'd be
eager volunteers.

They were confined
to wheelchairs for years.

How could they pass up
an opportunity to fly?

That's a deal with the devil
nobody would pass up.

Oh! Stu!

Michael, Michael,
heads up.

Nice.

Go!
Oh!

Go, Michael.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Yes!

Time, ref, time.

Let's go.
Bring it in, guys.

That was a hell
of a play you made.

I'm impressed.

These newbies don't know
how to play defense.

Is that right?
Yeah.

- No "D"?
- No "D."

Michael.
Yeah.

Go get 'em.

Hey.

Tough sport, huh?

Brutal.

Must be quite a rush.

Why aren't you out there?

Never been
healthy enough to play.

But you wish you could though,
don't you?

I wish a lot of things.

But I stopped believing
in leprechauns and miracles

a long time ago.

What if I told you
I could give you a miracle?

What is it?

Osmium.

From the dead men's blood
in solid form.

I had the morgue send me over
the corpses' blood

so I could isolate it.

Speaking of which,

perhaps you could dispose
of the excess.

I went to Quantico
for this?

So all the victims
had different doctors?

And different
insurance carriers.

They must have
something in common

outside their disease,

something that makes them
easy targets

for whoever it is
that's doing this.

You want to get
a pizza?

I don't think Regina's
delivers this late.

No, it doesn't.

I was thinking maybe
we could go get it.

You look like
you could use a break,

and I definitely could.

We'll take the files
in the car; Come on.

I gotta eat, right?

Excellent.

Hey, guys, we're
going on a pizza run.

You want anything?

Mmm, just some licorice.

I'll get you some
from the machine, Walter.

And no thanks, I think
I just lost my appetite.

Fair enough.
We'll see you in a bit.

This smiling is kinda
freaking me out, right?

Oh, don't look now.

Hello, Nina.

What you doing here?

Oh, I just came by
to drop off a file

that Peter requested
from Massive Dynamic.

But please,
do not let go

of a beautiful woman's hand
on my account.

Walter told you,
didn't he?

Yes, and he's
very pleased,

as am I.

So what's
the file about?

I'm just doing some research
on shape-shifters.

Oh, I didn't realize.
Anything in particular?

No, just background.

It's Broyles.
I'll be right back.

Dunham.

I must say,
I think you have made

a very wise decision
to go forward.

You deserve
to be happy.

Both of you.

No, no, no, this is simply
not possible!

Well, I got
more bad news.

They're out of licorice.

But I got you
some mints.

Whoever enabled
these people to float

is altering the basic
properties of osmium,

making the heaviest
element lighter than air.

He's defied physics.

Our entire universe

exists in a delicate state
of equilibrium, hmm?

And we know what happens
if that balance is upset.

It could cause
a chain reaction.

He's messing with
the fundamental constants

of our world!

It could lead to chaos.

Ahh!

Walter!

I don't imagine you're
preparing for a science fair.

I'll get a mop.

No, I'll get a mop.

Good to see you, Astrid.

Walter, what is it?

I need Belly.
I need his help.

I can't do this alone.

This case, Peter...
I'm failing, Nina.

Walter--

I know he's dead,
I know that.

But maybe we can
bring him back.

Look, one of his
research projects.

He posits here
that a person's soul

or consciousness

continues to live on
after death.

And all it needs is a vessel
or a host to return to.

Yes, I remember.

It was one of William's more
extreme flights of fancy.

All he'd need to do
was to prepare someone

by inserting a microscopic
soul magnet inside them.

And he proposes using
injections, food,

or a cup of tea--
Walter--

What if he did it?
What if he's done it?

What if he's done it, Nina?
What if he's done it?

Then all we have to do
is to figure out

how to trigger the magnets
to summon the soul

back into the host,

and he'll be back here
with us.

He cut out parts
of my brain, Nina.

I don't think
I'm capable.

Walter, it was never
your intellect

that made you exceptional.

You're brilliant,
of course.

But it was
your imagination,

your boundless
creativity.

Yes, you're not
quite whole, Walter.

But the best parts
of you remain.

So focus on that.

What if I fail?

You won't fail, Walter.

How can you be so sure?

Because you can't.

All right,
just like that.

There. All done.

That's it?

Yeah.

I don't feel anything.

Are you su--

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Good. You're standing.

Now walk.

Go on.
You can do it.

I can walk.

You can do much more
than that, Vince.

Oh, my God!

This is amazing!

Easy, easy, easy.

Oh...okay.

You'll have plenty of time
for that later.

Okay...okay.

What are you,
about a size 12?

Yeah, why?

Here.

These'll keep you
grounded.

It's very important
that you wear these

when you're outside.

Without a tether,
you'll just keep floating up

into the atmosphere.

I don't know
how to thank you.

You don't have to.

I just wish I had enough
to make it permanent.

Unfortunately, that was
the last of my treatments.

I don't have the stuff I need
to make another batch.

How do we get more?

Nina was right.
I just had to get creative.

Walter, how is liquid nitrogen
melting metal?

Whoever's doing this has
reversed the laws of physics.

Up is down.
Left is right.

And hot is cold.

So cold temperatures
will melt the element

instead of heat.

Correct, my dear.

What's that white stuff?

It appears...the osmium
was mixed with another element.

A mystery element.

Call Peter and Olivia.

Tell them
to come right over.

We have something
to show them.

- Ready, Michael?
- Right.

Ohh...
thank you.

And one...

two.

You going somewhere,
dad?

Oh, I've got some work
to do back at the office.

It's nearly midnight.

It's just this new project.

It is keeping me busy.

You push yourself
too hard, dad.

Yeah.

I'm close
to something big, Michael.

A breakthrough
that'll change everything.

Change lives.

But the answer
is just out of my reach.

You'll get there, dad.

I know you will.

You've never failed
before and...

you won't fail this time.

Good night, kiddo.

Night, dad.

Michael.

Yeah.

See you in the morning.

Lutetium. It was mixed
with the osmium.

Lutetium is dense,
Walter.

Extremely dense,
just like osmium.

Correct. Two shouldn't even
be able to form a molecule,

let alone one that would
make a human being float.

So Walter, is this other
element as rare as the osmium?

Yes. Very rare.
What are you thinking?

Well, if it's rare, then he's
probably got a limited supply.

Meaning he's gonna
have to get some more.

So Walter,
whereabouts in Boston

would he be able
to acquire lutetium?

It's mainly found
in meteorites.

Do you think the perpetrator's
from outer space?

Um, probably not.

Where do you think we could
find it on Earth, Walter?

Well, he'd need
several samples,

so somewhere where there's
an abundance of meteorites.

The Museum of Science.

The Museum of Science has
an excellent Astronomy wing.

I'm gonna call Broyles.

Whoa-oa-oa!

BPD's sending a unit
to sit on the museum.

Good. How's security?

According to the curator,

there's a night watchman
on duty,

and all the wings
are individually locked

from the inside.

Seems pretty solid.

Not solid enough.

You sure you disabled
the alarm?

I did exactly
what you told me.

The way we practiced.

Come on.

We don't have much time.

If we were being robbed,
I'd know.

We got cameras
on all the doors.

They didn't come in
through the doors.

You almost done?

Almost.

Somebody's coming.

Well, hurry up!

Get that door open now!

Come on!

- Let's go!
- Wait, you can't just leave me!

I need your help!

Hey!

Stop!

Turn around.

Help me!

It's slipping.

I can't hold on!

Dad, nobody will tell me
what is going on.

I hurt some people,
Michael.

- What--
- I was trying to help them.

I wanted to fix them.

They were in wheelchairs
like you.

I know I should have
told you sooner.

Maybe if I had, it never
would have come to this.

I did it for you, Michael.

When it was perfected,
I was gonna give it to you.

Is that how you see me?

As something
that you need to fix?

No, no.

No.

Of course not.

I just wanted you
to be happy.

I was happy.

I went to bed at night

knowing I had a father
who loved me.

Michael.

Michael.

Daedalus crafted wings
for his son Icarus

so he could fly away.

So that he could be free.

The wings he gave him
wound up killing his son.

I suppose that makes me
a lucky man then.

Other parents
weren't so fortunate.

I need to know
how you did it.

How did you defy
the laws of physics?

I work in Aeronautics.

A few months ago,
I was contracted

to develop a new alloy
for military aircraft--

a metal dense enough

to keep pilots safe
from ground fire

but still allow
for flight.

I wasn't having
much success.

And then I combined
two elements.

Rare elements.

Osmium and lutetium.

And that's when
it happened.

I'd combined two of the densest
elements on earth,

and somehow the result
was a new molecule...

a molecule
lighter than air.

- And that's it?
- It should never have worked.

It was an accident.

A miracle.

Oh.

Walter.

I know what made
the men float.

Oh, yes.

I heard that an arrest
had been made.

You found the man
responsible, I take it.

There is a man
in custody,

but Dr. Krick is not
the man responsible.

I am.

Dr. Krick's serum
should never have worked.

This man wasn't changing
the fundamental laws of nature.

I think they were
changing on their own.

I think he took
advantage of it.

Don't you see, Nina?

Our Universe
is starting to break down

because of what I did
25 years ago.

What we've seen happening
on the other side

is starting
to happen here!

Well, you seem to be taking
the news rather well.

Because I finally
figured out how to stop it.

Hey.

Hey.

Thanks for meeting me.

Is this why you asked me
to meet you across campus

and not at the lab--
so that we could make out

in front of college kids
and not your dad?

No. Not exactly.

I haven't been entirely
honest with you.

Oh?

Whatever's happening
between the two universes,

whatever our fate is,

I'm right at the center
of it.

Peter, I mean,
we're all there for you.

We're all working together
to figure this out.

Look, I know that you're
all trying to help,

but it's not your face
in that drawing.

It's mine.
So what are you saying?

I've been working
on something for a while now.

Something that I didn't want
to tell anybody about

because, frankly,
I can't trust the FBI,

and as much as I know
Walter cares...

he's too protective.

I-I can't trust
his judgment.

But I do trust yours.

But I don't want there to be
any more secrets

between the two of us.

So full disclosure.

"Soul magnets."

Oh, Walter, I thought
we already talked about this.

William is gone.
You can't bring him back.

Maybe I can.

Belly's notes are incomplete,

but I think I was right
about the trigger.

I think there is
an instrument

that can draw Belly's
consciousness

out of its new vessel.

- Walter, what are you doing?
- And I think...

Belly would have left it
with someone he trusted.

No. You can't be
serious.

A person's consciousness...

their soul is energy.

And energy cannot be
created or destroyed.

No matter where
Belly's consciousness is,

the harmonic vibrations
emanating from this bell

will draw it forth from whatever
vessel he chose before--

Walter, you're being--

Belly?

No, Walter.
It's still me.

Mm. Of course.

Well...

- What now?
- If I'm right...

wherever Belly is...

he will find us.

It's everything we know
about the machine,

every schematic,
every piece of data,

every diagnostic.

Are these--

Memory disks from dead
shape-shifters. Yeah.

Well, how did you
get them?

They're still working.

The information on them's
encrypted, though.

I thought maybe Astrid
could figure it out,

but I didn't want
to bring her into this.

I've run it through

every code-breaking
program that I know,

but so far I can't break it.

That's because the decoder key

is in my office.

What?

At the FBI?

No.

At Massive Dynamic.

Hello, Peter.

It's nice to see you again.

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