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Previously on Fringe:

A series of events has occurred.
These appear to be scientific in nature.

Referred to as the Pattern.

He worked out of Harvard
in an area called "Fringe Science."

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

You were in an accident.

You were missing from your car
for an hour...

...before you came crashing back.

What if there's a part of my brain
that's trying to protect me?

What's this?

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.

Now arriving, Number 367 from Chicago.

Where are you, Gillespe?

Gillespe, seriously, for the last time,
where are--?

Last call for silver service to Miami,
departing from Track 8.

Final boarding call for silver service
to Miami, Track 8.

- 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.

Officer, what's the matter?

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 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.

Let me know when they do.

You can take off the shoes now.
We're done.

That's it?

Unless you wanna help me mop up
the men's room. I'm closing now.

Come back tomorrow, Agent Dunham.
We got work to do.

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. River view, so it faces north.
- Then it won't do.

I need the morning sun.

Fine. How about this? A three-bedroom
duplex in Allston facing east.

All the morning sun
a waking scientist could want.

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 reports.

I just got a hit. Some sort of bomb
went off in Philadelphia.

Single explosive device.
Eleven dead, 28 wounded.

This last part is what caught my eye.

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

How does a bomb go off without
leaving any trace afterwards?

Shall I get my coat, Peter?

I'll call Dunham.

Agent Farnsworth,
get my portable chemistry set.

This means bodies.

Bomb guys don't know what
to make of it. Given the wounds...

...you'd expect a device filled with nails
or steel ball bearings.

- But it wasn't.
- No.

In fact, there's no forensic markers at all.

So, what about eyewitnesses?

I've got half a dozen eyewitnesses,
but nobody who saw anything helpful.

Weird. This place
has major anti-terrorism security.

EMP-disabling devices at every entrance,
explosive-material sensors...

We checked,
and not a single sensor was tripped.

So, what did
the surveillance cameras show?

Nothing. Nothing but magnetic static.

It seems that whatever happened
in here wiped the images.

- Do you mind if we see those tapes?
- I'll see what I can do.

Let me guess. You got a friend.

- Maybe I do.
- Excuse me. Sir?

- Do you have a badge?
- 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.

I'll need to examine
the rest of the bodies.

If that's all right with you, miss.

Thank you.

Agent Dunham.

I spoke with our
counterterrorism analysts.

No one's stepped forward
to claim responsibility.

No increase in chatter
from the usual suspects.

Guys, I found this wedged in the bench.
It's a badge. Philly P.D. Officer Gillespe.

Were there any police among
the wounded sent to the hospital?

- So where did 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.

Is that an ear?

Well, I think Walter might have
just found Officer Gillespe.

This looks like fungiform papillae.

Taste buds.

Tongue.

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

...what exactly are we doing here?

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 and 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 Somerville.

We 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.

Course, you never would have
found Busby's apple fritters...

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

You really should try them.
They're quite delicious.

Brain.

Okay, that's it. That's the best I can do.

Well, that must be Gillespe,
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 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.

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

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.

- Five hundred pieces.
- Heh, heh. 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 10-year-old son.

So, what does any of that have to do
with the bomb in Philadelphia?

Patience, son.

Voilà.

Meet Officer Gillespe.

Fantastic.

So apart from the obvious,
anything out of the ordinary?

Needle marks between the toes.

Some form of transformative serum,
I would think.

I can't say what yet.

From his tissues...

...it appears to cause a 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?
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 Gillespe was the bomb.
- Fascinating, yes?

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.

- Where was he stationed?
- In Ramadi.

Did you serve?

No, I was a contractor,
based out of Baghdad...

...but 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.

I don't understand. What does this
have to do with the explosion?

- You all right, Dunham?
- Excuse me. Do you have a bathroom?

Yes, down the hall.

Dunham. You all right?

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

I don't know.

I've never seen them before.

Dan Gillespe doesn't fit the profile
of a suicide bomber.

Well, how do you explain this stuff?

I'm assuming it's likely that
this is 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 Gillespe was a decorated cop
and soldier...

...just getting himself back together.

Doesn't make sense.

Is there anything else on your mind?

Like what?

The headache.

Did the doctors say that would happen?

They said they might.

That it was totally normal.

We should get that 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 did you know?

The headaches started.

Well, it's about time.

Look, can you just cut the Yoda crap
and tell me what's happening to me?

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,
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.

This is ridiculous. I'm not bowling.
I can't walk without this damn cane.

You're not bowling.
I've got a kids' league coming in.

- 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.

Aha. Is that food I smell?

Mm, mm, mm.

While examining Officer Gillespe,
I discovered something else.

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

...and the rate at which
it would have metabolized...

...I suspect that he 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 Gillespe started
injecting while he was on his tour in Iraq.

- Did his Army file come through?
- I haven't seen it. Let me check, though.

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 bonds to blast apart.

The trigger is--

Peter, if you're 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 interference
on the tapes in the train station...

...most likely caused by radio waves.

Yes. I suppose so.

Peter, I've got Gillespe's military file.
What's cyanogen chloride?

It's a chemical weapon.

His whole unit was exposed to cyanogen.

According to this,
Gillespe should've died in Iraq.

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 Gillespe was taking?

It says here that Project Tin Man
was shut down.

Shortly after Dan Gillespe returned home.

All names of military personnel
associated with the project...

...were redacted from the record.

But it still lists Malik Yusef,
Abbas Khalaf and Howar Ziad...

...as Iraqi doctors
who worked on the program.

Where are they?

Presumably still in country.
CENTCOM has agreed to look for them...

...but it may take a few weeks
to track them 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.

We have to assume that Gillespe
was not a solitary event.

There may be others 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.

That said,
we need to keep this trip between us.

You'll 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.

In that case, we speak English.

I need your help, Ahmed.

A U.S. military program
named "Tin Man"...

...is operating out of a hospital
in Samarra.

I need to find one of the Iraqi doctors
who was working on 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're 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.

Are you gonna tell me
what that was about?

No.

Dr. Bishop, what did I tell you
about experimenting with fruit?

Just cleaned this lab up yesterday.

Relax, my dear.

I'm just injecting a very small amount
of the serum into the watermelon.

Just to crystallize it.

The serum we found at Gillespe'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 principle applied
to proximity fuses...

...in World War II aerial bombs.

In fact, my Uncle Henry was killed
by one in the Battle of Guadalcanal.

Oh, Astrid, this is it.

- Quickly, what's the frequency?
- Three-thirty-one-point-six megahertz.

What happened?

It stopped.

I'm not sure.

Works.

No more fruit, Walter.

Ready for something a little harder
than tea?

Sure.

- Red Russian?
- Yeah. Mint tea and vodka.

Oh, that sounds weird and awful.

Actually, it's worse.

- You get used to it.
- How long were you here?

Which time?

I had to leave a couple times.

Seem like you've made a name
for yourself.

Well, I've been known
to leave an impression.

To all that's weird.

Dr. Malik Yusef...

...Peter Bishop, Olivia Dunham.

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.

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'd been trying to find a way
to neutralize it...

...to counteract the effects.

And that's what they called "Tin Man."

We had developed a treatment.

Daily injections of serum.

We treated over 200 soldiers,
and only a few of them survived.

We know of one. A Daniel Gillespe.

Daniel. Kind man.

Over the course of the program,
there were three others.

- Do you remember their names?
- Of course.

I saved their lives.

There was John Clump,
Ross Cavanaugh and Diane Burgess.

Okay, Diane, you're all set.
Suitcase is at the front door.

Sure you don't want me to drive you?

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?

Dr. Yusef, how many other people
knew about this?

Five doctors, a dozen U.S. officers,
and whoever they reported to, I suppose.

If 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.

A word of warning.

Gordon is a vicious man.
He has no regard for human life.

You have briefing packets in
front of you so I'll point out the highlights.

Information has come that a bomb may
detonate today somewhere in this city.

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

Three operatives of Project Tin Man
have been accounted for.

Gillespe you're familiar with, two others
have been taken into custody...

...which leaves Diane Burgess.

We believe 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 surveillance.

Agent Dunham and I will coordinate
Captain Burgess' apprehension. 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.

Dispatcher says 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 Diane Burgess...

...and to apprehend
Colonel Raymond Gordon.

This is Broyles, go ahead.

Video surveillance
and 3-D triangulation model online.

Stand by. We wait for Diane Burgess.

Snipers ready.

Target sighted. Arriving Federal
Center Station, south corner.

Phone's encrypted, sir.
We can't tap into it.

- No sign of the colonel outside.
- Copy that. Keep an eye on her.

- Where are we on that signal?
- Attempting to acquire signal.

Three-three-one-point-six megahertz.

Excuse me, Agent Broyles, is there
an EMP detection device at the station?

All capitol transportation hubs
had them installed after 9/11.

- What's the problem?
- No problem.

It's just that a 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.

But I'm thinking if
the colonel wants Burgess inside...

...then in order to trigger the explosion,
he must be inside as well.

Once he starts broadcasting, we should
be able to triangulate his position.

In order to do that,
we'd have to leave the frequency open.

We can't jam it.

This could be our chance
to find Gordon and apprehend him.

Target is about to enter the station.

Can we move, sir?

I said stand by.

How long from when he activates
the signal till she detonates?

Thirty seconds, at best.

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

All units, hold position.
Let the target enter the building.

Go.

Attention, travelers, Quik-Trak
self-service ticketing is now available at...

- 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.

Diane Burgess should be standing
near the northwest side of the terminal.

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

- Mr. Davis, please return...
- I got her.

- She's by the front entrance.
- Keep an eye on her.

- Do we have anything from Gordon?
- Signal hasn't been activated yet.

Number 83...

She's on the move.
Still no sign of Gordon.

That's it! That's the VHF signal.
She'll detonate in 30 seconds.

Agent, tell me where Gordon is.

Something's wrong.
The signal's scrambling our equipment.

- I can't get a lock on Gordon.
- Smart.

The signal is scrambling our equipment.

- I think you have something for me.
- One Mississippi, two Mississippi.

- Thirty seconds.
- I don't know what you're talking about.

We've got her speaking to a man
with a briefcase. Not Gordon.

- Can you get a lock on the signal?
- We can't.

Then jam that signal.
We're jamming the signal.

I'm not risking these lives
to capture Gordon.

Sir, it's not working.
The signal's too strong.

- 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 cannot--

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've spotted Gordon. I'm taking him out.

Twenty-four Mississippi,
25 Mississippi, 26 Mississippi...

- We're online. The signal stopped.
- All agents, move in.

FBI!

- What's this?
- An apartment.

Two bedroom, semidetached.

Furnished housing for professors.

It's a nice neighborhood.

Down the block
from where Billy used to live.

I'll call Broyles.

See if we can lease it.

Okay, 7 and a quarter inches. Hm.

Why?

Nothing. Your hand just seemed smaller
to me.

Okay, we're good.

"We're good." What does that mean?

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.

Listen to me, you son of a bitch.
I'm not here to bowl, try on shoes...

...or have you play games with my head.

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

Take care, Agent Dunham.

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 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 are 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.