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For those of you just joining us...

what you're looking at
is the work of ZFT...

a terrorist organization responsible for
at least half a dozen biological attacks.

Everything we know,
in your packets...

including a copy of their manifesto,
their ideology and their methods.

Destruction by technology,
which boils down to the following:

Attempting to provoke
or prepare for war.

- War? With whom?
- That's the question, isn't it?

What we do know is these acts
seem to be increasing in frequency.

And that their targets are unpredictable
and therefore unprotectable.

Taxi! Taxi!

Evidence suggests
ZFT is funded by an unlikely source...

and a name I'm sure
you've all heard of.

William Bell,
founder of Massive Dynamic.

Wait, wait! Hold the bus!

You go up Park?
Past Lenox Hill Hospital?

Yes, six stops away.
Are you feeling okay?

Fine. Just go, please.

Those of you assembled in this room
now have a single clear-cut goal:

To provide actionable evidence...

establishing a link
between Bell and ZFT.

Agents Olivia Dunham
and Charlie Francis...

will be coordinating
the investigation.

All efforts and information
go through them.

Now let's go to work.

Stop the bus.
Stop, please, I have to get off.

Ma'am, please sit.
I'm not allowed to...

- Stop the bus. I have to get off now.
- Okay, okay.

Open the door.

Oh, my God, please.
Please help, somebody.

Oh, my God. Oh, I can't breathe.

Oh, my God.

- Miss, you need some help?
- Lady, you okay?

Yeah, 911? I'm standing on the...

Find anything new in there, Walter?

You've read the manifesto about a dozen
times cover to cover, so just wondering.

I need to show you something, Peter.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

Show and tell, apparently.

What is this?
I don't know what I'm looking at.

This typewriter is Belly's.

I remember the day he purchased it.
It was raining.

Do you understand
what you're saying?

That William Bell
doesn't just fund ZFT...

he wrote their manifesto
and is responsible for everything?

Absolutely not.

William Bell was many things.

He was ambitious, he was egotistical,
he was temperamental.

But he wasn't a madman.

Although the ideas in this manifesto
are radical...

he wouldn't do this.
These horrendous things.

He would never do it.

There are references all throughout
to the chapter of ethics...

but there is no such chapter.
It is missing.

And I believe that someone has removed
it to suit their own evil purposes.

- And I can prove it.
- How?

Get another copy of the book.
With all the pages...

There is no other copy.
This is the only one.

- I'll get it.
- He wrote it here.

In this lab. It could still be
here somewhere, the original.

- And what if you're wrong?
- I'm not wrong.

And when I find it, you will see.

It will absolve him, Peter.

Peter, it's Olivia.

So this is what I got so far.

Bus driver called 911. Reported
an agitated woman got off his bus.

Moments later she caught fire
and exploded.

Police combed the area...

they couldn't find any evidence
of an accelerant or an incendiary device.

There's something strange
in your neighborhood.

Who you gonna call?

So, what do you make of this, Walter?

Well, from what Agent Francis
described...

it's possible we're dealing with a
case of spontaneous human combustion.

I thought that was just a myth.

A myth is just an unverified fact.

- Maybe she was hit by a tiny meteor.
- That's also possible.

Until I get this body to the lab...

I won't be able to say anything
with certainty.

I'll get the coroner to prep the bodies.

Bodies? Is there another somewhere?

You okay?

Yeah, I just...

Broyles.

Send her in.

- Philip.
- Nina.

I won't play coy, Philip.

I understand the FBI has opened
an investigation into Massive Dynamic.

As you can imagine, we spend
a lot of money on counterintelligence.

And any probe into our finances
raises red flags.

So, what are you fishing for?

Industrial espionage?
Treaty violations?

We have evidence
that William Bell may be involved...

with several biological attacks
perpetrated this past year.

- But that's ridiculous.
- Perhaps.

But as long as you're here...

if you have something to offer,
now would be the time.

I'm not one of your street thugs
that you can bully, Philip.

And William Bell is not a terrorist.

I'd like to hear him
tell me that himself.

I'm afraid that's not possible.
He's traveling.

You're wasting your time.
William Bell is not the enemy.

Is there something else?

Matter is just energy
waiting to happen.

The average adult at rest
contains enough potential energy...

to explode with the force
of five very large hydrogen bombs.

You know, theoretically,
you're actually right.

Ha-ha-ha. My son finally agrees with me.

- Agent Farnsworth, take a note of that.
- We're not good at releasing it.

Well, it needs a spark,
of course, a trigger.

What do you think released it in her?

Some say a particle is to blame.

The appropriately named pyroton.

Maybe we could finally prove
that it exists.

Peter, fire up the electron microscope.

- I might have taken that apart.
- What on earth for?

I needed the parts
for a project I'm working on.

As I said, the potential for destruction
in each of us is infinite.

Yes, Jim, I understand.

Right away.

I had you pegged
as a creature of habit. Heh.

You changed your office.

- Come again?
- Your desk. You've moved it.

Uh, ahem.

We know from the driver
what stop she got on.

He's worked up
an artist's sketch rendering...

so we'll canvass the area,
see if we can ID her.

What about the other victim?

Did the bus driver
see her get on too?

Were they not together?

I'm sorry, you mean one.

- There was only one victim.
- I'm confused.

Agent Dunham?

Where are we on this?

The bus driver remembered
what stop she, uh...

What stop she got on.
He gave us an artist's sketch rendering.

We're gonna show it around
and see if we can ID her.

- What the hell is going on here?
- Sanford.

Why is the entire 13th floor
trying to link William Bell

to biological terror attacks?

- We have evidence Bell...
- I know what you have.

Testimony from a dead man
who was an admitted terrorist.

Well, his testimony confirms
what we've long suspected.

Massive Dynamic may be involved
or behind events we've been witnessing.

William Bell and Massive Dynamic...

are the Defense Department's
largest contractors.

These waters are much too deep
for a fishing expedition.

Are you seriously suggesting
we ignore...?

I am telling you to drop this,
considering you have nothing more...

than an unsubstantiated report
from a hostile source. Clear?

- Are we really going to...?
- No.

Get more evidence.

Just a few more centimeters.

You know, Walter,
working with you...

it's amazing
the sort of things you get used to.

You're not the first person
to tell me that.

Looks like somebody
could have flossed more.

Okay. Let's just hope
that she has her dental records on file.

File? Of course.

My filing system.
Perhaps that's where I hid the manifesto.

Like how you seal things
in the walls of your house?

Or how you squirrel things
in deposit boxes around the country?

I would hardly call that filing.

I was trying to hide things
because I was afraid someone...

would unlock all my secrets.

I didn't realize
that the someone would be me.

Where's my Geiger counter?
I left it here.

A radiation detector
is gonna help find the manifesto?

No, but I find that the rhythmic
ticking it emits helps me think.

Oh, Walter, Peter actually cannibalized
that for his project too.

Oh, no. Look, this has got to stop.
Lab rule number one:

Do not borrow Walter's equipment
without asking.

- Walter. We found a match on the victim.
- Oh?

Her name is Susan Pratt.

Thank you. We'll take it from here.

Susan Pratt. She's 29 years old.

Single, worked for New York
Highway Department.

Toll-booth operator.

That's a Ionely line of work.

Doesn't look like
she had much of a social life either.

She's definitely a table for one.

Hey, Liv. Do you think there was
something wrong with her?

- What do you mean?
- You know.

Good-Iooking woman
in the prime of her life...

no evidence of a boyfriend,
or any friends, for that matter.

Just doesn't exactly strike me
as being normal.

Well, I guess that depends
on what your definition of normal is.

Liv.

Charlie, I think I found something.

She has a $30,000 check
from an Isaac Winters.

I found something too.
I think you should take a look at this.

What the hell happened to her?

Walter, I'm back.

- Did you get it?
- No, I told you, they don't have it.

It has to be Frankenberry,
that's what I ate back then.

If I'm to remember
where I hid the manuscript...

it's simple sense memory, Peter.

They don't have it.
For all we know, they don't make it.

I did, however, get you this.

All the artificial sugary sweetness
a growing scientist needs.

Hello, Agent Dunham.

Let me guess.
You're a cornflakes gal. Am I correct?

Yeah, why not?

We went to the victim's apartment...

and there appears to be evidence
of other fires.

So the bus stop
wasn't her first incident?

No.

Walter, does that mean something
to you?

Well, it changes everything.

We can rule out spontaneous
human combustion, for one.

I mean, that's strictly a one-off event,
as you can imagine.

So what does it rule in?

Pyrokinesis.

- Stop. This is no time for jokes, Walter.
- Pyrokinesis?

It's not even a real word.
Made up by Stephen King.

Ever see Firestarter? Little girl
who can start fires with her mind?

Mr. King coined the term, but the
phenomenon existed long before that.

It's not that complicated.

It's merely a form of telekinesis, the
ability to move objects with the mind.

- "Merely."
- However, with pyrokinetics...

they can excite objects
at a molecular level.

Well... Well, look. Think of each
of these grains of cereal as molecules.

As the molecules
start to vibrate more quickly...

they generate heat energy...

until that energy must be released.

Fascinating, Walter...

but it still doesn't explain
why Susan Pratt blew up.

I suspect this was a newfound ability.

It takes training to generate
a heat source outside of the body.

Without proper control,
the energy is turned inward.

You see? She had no other options.

So you think that she had a choice...

to either blow somebody else up
or blow herself up?

Yes. But this poor woman
had yet to master her ability.

Which made her a powder keg.

Emotional stress, agitation,
any high anxiety, would set her off.

So where does this ability come from?
Is it that she was just born different?

Or is it something
that someone did to her?

That is the real question now, isn't it?

- I'm not cleaning that up, by the way.
- Dunham.

We got a hit from that check
you found in Susan Pratt's apartment.

It was cut from a law firm,
signed by Isaac Winters.

He has an office in Charlestown.

No movement.

Why am I not surprised
you brought one of those?

Because you know me too well.

If we get caught,
I don't know you at all.

Looks like somebody left in a hurry.

You have four new messages.

Mr. Winters, this is Susan.
Susan Pratt.

You told me to call you
if anything odd started happening.

Well, it did, after I took the tests.
Please call me back.

I'm gonna call ERT,
have them dust for prints.

Mr. Winters, it's Susan again.

You told me not to talk to anybody,
but I'm scared.

What's happening to me?

Attention, all citizens.
Evacuate the area now.

This is not a test.

Hey. Liv.

You okay?

You sure you haven't had any LSD?

Mescaline? Magic mushrooms?

It wasn't a drug trip, Walter.

Well, hallucinations can be caused
by a number of things.

Could you look straight ahead, please?

Sleep deprivation, concussion,
brain tumor.

I feel like I'm losing my mind.

Oh, I don't think so.

If you were actually going insane, you'd
likely have no idea it was happening.

Take it from me.

When did these episodes start?
How did they feel?

First was Susan Pratt's body.

Then it was in Broyles' office,
the other, on the street.

The same people, the same places,
but bleak.

I mean, the city was on fire.

Fascinating. There's another possibility,
but it's a bit complicated.

Deja vu.

It wasn't deja vu, Walter.
Not even close.

Not typical.
Protracted deja vu, prolonged.

You're familiar with
the pliability of space-time, yes?

Of course. Who isn't?

Wait, let me explain.

Most of us experience life
as a linear progression, yes? Like this.

This is an illusion, because every day,
life presents us with an array of choices.

As a result,
life should look more like this:

And each choice leads to a new path.

To go to work, to stay home.

And each choice we take
creates a new reality.

Do you understand?

Yes, but what does it have to do
with deja vu?

Deja vu is simply a momentary glimpse
to the other side.

Almost everyone experiences it.

We feel that we've
been somewhere before...

because, actually,
we have in another reality.

It's another path.

The road not taken.

Walter, why me?

Why am I seeing these visions?

I don't know.

Walter, what about
William Bell's drug trials?

Coretexiphan?

- You said that it worked on perception.
- Yes.

If it's true, and I was part
of the trials when I was a kid...

is it possible
that it's causing these visions?

I don't know.

But what I do know
is that you are a committed investigator.

You're a perceptive agent.

If you are having these visions, whatever
they are, there must be a reason.

- Trust me.
- Really, Walter?

From a man who routinely sees little
green men prancing through the lab?

Hey, I think I found something.

It's another victim who died
the same way Susan Pratt did.

I checked it out and the guy
who runs the website lives in Malden.

- Yes?
- My name is Olivia Dunham.

I'm a special agent with the FBI.

We need to speak
to Emmanuel Grayson.

May I see your credentials, please?

Mr. Grayson, you operate
a website called Galaxy Truths.

Where you claim to uncover conspiracies
perpetrated by foreign governments.

I don't claim. I accomplish.
Unlike you two.

You're just pawns being used by the
government to spread their propaganda.

Look, I can appreciate your opinion,
Mr. Grayson...

No, look, look, you're right. Okay?

She's a fed, but I'm not.

I'm just like you.
I am a citizen in search of the truth.

Give me the photo. We downloaded
this off of your website.

It claims this person was a victim
of spontaneous human combustion.

Now, you gotta tell us,
where did this one happen?

Budapest. Three weeks ago.

Victim was an American
graduate student on holiday.

The Hungarian police
say he was attacked and set on fire.

- That's not the truth.
- Why do you say that?

Are you familiar with William Bell?

Of course.

William Bell killed these people.

What do you mean?

William Bell's company,
Massive Dynamic, is a cover.

For all manner of unethical behavior.

Multinational, outside the purview
of government control.

He founded it to continue
his experiments with impunity.

Among them, secret drug trials.

This was one of his test subjects.

Then why would William Bell
have him killed?

Well, he didn't.
At least not intentionally.

You see, Bell is trying
to activate his subjects.

To see which ones were successful.

Some can handle the process,
others can't.

What process?

- To create super-soldiers.
- Super-soldiers?

Yes. Like Khan Noonien Singh.

To defend us in the coming war.

- What war?
- I'm sorry.

- The Khan?
- Yes.

As in The Wrath of?

- Yes.
- And let me guess.

This war, it's against?

The Romulans. Renegade Romulans.
From the future.

Here to change the timeline.
The sworn enemy of the Federation.

The Federation? That would be
the United Federation of Planets?

Yes.

- And you all know this because?
- I am the son of Sarek.

- Which makes you Spock.
- Yes.

Well, Mr. Spock,
thank you for your time.

We'll let you
get back to the bridge now.

Live long and prosper.

Okay, yes, you were right.

But see that? I'm a big enough girl
to admit when I'm wrong.

Oh, I think we can prepare
for that possibility...

it shouldn't be a problem.

Mr. Prime Minister, I'm very sorry...

would you mind holding
for just a moment? Thanks.

Hello?

When?

Well, no. Don't do that.
Don't do anything until I get there.

Sir, I'm sorry, something has come up,
if you'll excuse me.

Yes, you too.

Get me to the helicopter, fast.

What if we're overlooking something?

What if Emmanuel Grayson was right?

About which part?
Being from planet Vulcan?

No. Forget that.

Some of what he said made sense.

We know that William Bell...

conducted drug trials
with experimental drugs.

Coretexiphan, for one.

Do you have anything stronger
for my coffee?

Yeah, bottom drawer.
In the cabinet behind you.

And here I was, halfway kidding.

- What?
- What your father said...

about me having these visions
for a reason.

Maybe there's a clue in them
I'm meant to find.

- Meaning what?
- We have one victim, Susan Pratt.

But in my visions,
there are always two bodies.

- Who are they?
- I don't know. Unidentified.

But if I could get back
to that parallel universe...

as Walter describes,
I can ID that second charred body.

What's happening there
could help us understand...

what's happening here.
- Happening where?

Nowhere.

Here's your new assignment.

Always a pleasure seeing you, sir.

Hey.

Wait a sec. Harris, can you stop?

You want me to submit
for a psych exam?

- That's right. I'm concerned for you.
- Why?

I've read your briefs. I'd say
your analysis borders on the paranoid.

Besides which,
your behavior's been noted as erratic...

and driven by emotion,
and not just by me.

That's not what this is.

My colleagues need to trust me,
depend on me...

not wonder in their minds...

whether I'm losing mine.
- This job is intense...

This has got nothing to do
with my ability.

- This is about you and me.
- Right now, you are acting emotionally.

Yes, you're right, I am.
I've tried to move past our history.

I've tried to reason with you
in interest of a working relationship.

But you seem to get off on this.

So fine, I don't give a damn anymore.

I am not gonna let you
undermine my ability to do my job.

You can color this
anyway you like, Dunham...

but I am still your superior officer.
That evaluation is a direct order.

You put a shoot-to-kill order
out on the perps.

You understand me?
Don't get close to them.

- Charlie.
- Yeah, what's up?

I was wondering where we were
on the Susan Pratt case.

Pratt, nowhere.

- Same place we were yesterday.
- I'd like to look again.

You have half of Boston
in quarantined lockdown...

and you're worried about
a pair of charred twins?

Twins?

Sorry, didn't see you.

We already ran Susan's bio,
where we didn't find a sister.

I know.

- Now, what makes you think...?
- Look. You were right.

Nancy Lewis.
It says here that she had a twin sister...

who went missing 11 years ago.

Maybe Susan ran away,
changed her identity.

Well, she must have been running
pretty hard. Where does Nancy live?

She's local, 934 Whittier.

Thanks, Charlie.

Hi. Can I help you?

Nancy Lewis,
my name is Isaac Winters.

Nancy Lewis? FBI.
We need to ask you some questions.

It's unlocked.

Nancy?

Coffee's still hot.

This is Dunham.
I need immediate forensic dispatch...

to 934 Whittier, apartment 210.

Dunham, take a look at this.

This glass has been melted.

You think she's starting fires
like her sister?

What is it?

I got an idea.

I'm not sure.

I got it.

Don't touch that.

- We haven't pulled prints.
- You're not gonna need to.

Protocols and processing
evidence are clear.

Let me guess,
you're new around here.

- Is everything all right?
- Yeah, everything's fine.

Just tell Mr. Protocol
to let me do my job, please.

It's okay, he's with me.

Are you ever gonna tell me
what it is that you are actually doing?

Help me with this first.
Hold the glass up here.

Gently.

I sure hope this is important.

I was about to take my bath.

Hey. You have any problem
taking it apart?

Walter tried to take back
the electron microscope...

but I convinced him
that you needed it.

So, what's going on?

Nancy Lewis was kidnapped,
and we're gonna find out who did it.

I've seen this woman before.

Why does she look so familiar?

Maybe because you dissected
her twin sister yesterday.

Remember? Blond girl, about 5'7",
really well done, melted fillings?

Oh, right.

Astrid, can you plug that in
to the DVI input?

Yes.

Okay.

Here's the deal. Walter, the project
that I've been working on...

was for you.
- For me?

It reconstructs audio.

I wanted you to be able to digitize
some old records you have.

- I know how much they mean to you.
- Thank you, son.

You know, when he was 5,
he built me a popsicle napkin holder.

- Dreadful design. Utterly useless.
- Thank you.

But this... This is... Ha.

You're welcome. Anyway...

the basic principles at work here
are very simple.

- You know how a record player works?
- Needle goes over the grooves.

Vibrations it picks up
are amplified into sound.

Exactly. The principle's the same,
except instead of a needle...

I use the microscope
to take a high-resolution digital image...

of the grooves on the surface.

That is transferred to the computer,
which translates it into audio...

that we can hear.
- You sound just like him.

I'm guessing that with the
software modifications I gave you...

we're gonna do the same thing
with this.

You're saying that you can play back
the glass somehow.

Yeah. Walter says
these pyrotechnic abilities...

only occur
during times of emotional stress.

I think that when our twin
was kidnapped...

the heat that she generated
caused that window to liquefy slightly.

Which means that any sound
that was in this room...

would have left
microscopic impressions in the glass.

Like the grooves on a record.

Exactly right.
Now, if you'll please scan the glass.

- Okay, you're ready to go.
- All right.

It's transferring
into the sound processor now.

Let's see what we got.

That could have been
one of my records.

It's okay. I already have
a digital scan of the glass.

Let's try that again. Shall we?

Just slow it down.

I don't understand,
this should be working.

Yes. Yes.

Now, attenuate for ambient noise.

Get out of here.

Stay away.

What do you want?

Please.

I have her, see you there.

The poor dear.

Peter, can you play it
from when he starts to talk?

Yeah, one sec.

Okay, just there, where's he's dialing.

Okay, can you make that clearer?

Sure. Now, we just isolate the sound.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

My cell phone app
can dial the number from the tones.

This is Harris.

I'm headed out for a few hours.
Anybody needs me...

I'm reachable by cell phone.
- You got it.

I got him, Charlie. He's headed west.

I'm right behind you.

Charlie, he's approaching a warehouse...

off Moore and Adams.

Roger that.
We're turning on to Adams right now.

Hey.

- He used a remote to get in.
- I guess we'll go the old-fashioned way.

- Where are we?
- No thermal activity yet.

The body temperature's normal.
We'll know more soon.

Well, he's losing patience.
We need her active. Get it done.

- Liv, I heard gunshots. You okay?
- Charlie, we've got a man down.

Charlie, I've got her.
Back north-west corner.

- I'm Olivia, I am with the FBI.
- Help me, please.

Don't worry. You're gonna be okay.

No!

Harris, open the door!

Goddamn it, Harris, open the door.

Open the door.

I can't breathe.

Well, look at that.

Good work, Dunham. You managed
to activate her before we could.

Damn it, Harris, open the door.
She needs help.

Not if she can control it. If not,
she'll explode and kill both of you.

So one problems solves another.

- I'm burning up.
- You're gonna be okay.

- Just calm down. Just calm down.
- I'm burning up.

- Okay.
- Yeah, it's me. I need to speak to him.

Hold on,
I'm gonna get you out of here.

It worked. She's hot.

We have an active, but she's a loss.

- She's highly unstable.
- Why is this happening to me?

They did something to you, maybe
to both of us, when we were just kids.

Now you're feeling the effects
from that.

You can control this, okay?

You can control this,
I'm gonna help you.

I just need you to focus the heat
away from us.

- I can't.
- Yes, you can. Just focus.

Focus on anything. Focus, Nancy.
You can do this, Nancy.

- I can't.
- You can.

Yeah, I'll take care of it.
There won't even be a trace.

I...

It's okay. Everything's gonna be okay.

Oh, yeah, you're gonna be okay.

Oh, it's okay. It's okay.

Okay, I think you got
all of that, Walter.

I'm gonna use the bathroom.
I'll be right back.

Excuse me,
could you keep an eye on him...

make sure he doesn't leave?

Agent Dunham.

Where's Peter?

Peter's in the bathroom.

What the hell did you people do to us?

You and William Bell, Walter.

What did you do to me?

Susan Pratt...

and Nancy Lewis
are from Jacksonville, Florida.

Just like Nick Lane.

A guy that you conducted drug trials on
when he was a kid.

The drug trials
that you conducted on me.

They were Belly's.

They were his trials.

But you knew.

Walter, you were there.
And you knew.

We were trying to help.

- We meant no harm.
- No harm?

You were drugging children.
Three-year-old children, Walter.

Why did you do it?

We were trying to prepare you...

to make you capable.

Able.

- Something terrible is coming.
- What?

I don't know.

Walter, what did you do to us?

I don't know.

- Damn it, Walter, you do.
- No. I don't.

I don't know.

I can't remember.

I'm sorry.

Hey.

Hey, Walter.

What just happened?

Nina.

What is it?

These were all taken
in the last 24 hours.

You know what happened
the last time he appeared...

with this kind of frequency.

We need to talk.

Astrid, I found it.

The original manuscript
with the extra pages.

I was right.

Listen to this:

"Our children
are our greatest resource.

We must nurture them,
and protect them.

We must prepare them
so they can one day protect us."

You see, I was...

Hello, Walter.

Hello.

It's time to go.

Is it time?

I'll get my coat.

Evening.