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Previously on Fringe...

A storm is coming,
and when it is over,

I fear there will be
little left of our world.

They are
looking for someone,

someone to open the door
between universes.

Laston-Hennings Cryonics
was hit.

They took everything.

All the cryo-capsules
are gone.

So they found
who they were looking for.

Remember this symbol.
It's hidden on their leader.

That's how
you'll know him.

And if they find him,

there will be
no stopping them,

and that is why
you must find him first.

A girl in a red dress...

Flowers in her hair.

Hmm. What kind
of flowers?

Uh, I'm not sure.

Thank you, Mr. Slater.
It will come.

Heather--

The flowers
in her hair.

The fl--the flowers
in her hair are heather.

Oh, I think so.
Yes.

Container.

Now hold very still.

I assure you
there will be no pain.

Let's close him up.

Hold on.

Yeah?

We've got activity.

Code gray,
corridor "B."

We have two minutes,
maybe three.

Oh, my sincere
apologies.

I--I'd rather not leave you
in such a state.

Mr. S-Slater?

Help me.

"Grey Matters"

Special Agent Olivia Dunham
with the FBI.

These two men
are consultants--

Peter Bishop
and Dr. Walter Bishop.

We're here to investigate
the break-in.

And you're Dr. Bishop?

Yes.

And I'm perfectly sane.

Joseph Slater has been
a patient here

for the last 14 years.

When he was admitted,
he was diagnosed

with acute paranoid
schizophrenia.

His file said that
he suffered from delusions,

false memories,
severe emotional swings.

Every classical symptom
of the condition--

He exhibited each one.

- Until last night.
- That's right.

And within an hour,
after discovering

what had been done
to Mr. Slater,

the change in his behavior
is nothing short of remarkable.

So basically,
two guys broke in,

cut a big hole in his head
and did what, drove him sane?

As unlikely
as it sounds, yes.

And just as strange,
we can't find evidence

that they did anything
to him.

Mr. Slater's brain
is structurally intact.

We ran blood tests,
tox screens--

Nothing came back
unusual.

We'll need to see
his medical reports.

And also
his personal history.

- Of course.
- Aah!

Oh, boy.

Everything's
gonna be okay.

Doctor, I'd like to see
the patient.

That's where we're going
right now, Walter,

to see Mr. Slater.

Peter, we're going to see
a sane man.

I'd like to see him
when he was a patient.

No, no, no, the girl
in the red dress...

Chrysanthemums
in her hair.

Her mother grows them in a box
on the window sill.

And where does
this little girl live?

Across the street.

No, Joseph,
she doesn't.

She--She moved.

DR. WEST:
She was never there.

What did you do with her?
What did you do?

What did you do
with her?

You give her back.
Give her back!

Bring her back!
Bring her back!

Bring her ba--

And you can't describe
either of the men?

No. To be honest,
I can barely remember them.

My first clear memory
of last night,

I was turning
from my window,

and Miss Holbrook
was standing there--

one of the nurses,
she was scared.

And they raced me
to the medical ward.

But what struck me was
that I felt unburdened,

like my mind had had
a spring cleaning,

- like I was suddenly--
- Free.

Yes.

And I seem to remember
them being...

pleasant--

polite even--
But beyond that, nothing.

- I'm sorry.
- That's okay.

Anything else?

No. Not right now.

Thank you.

Okay, in that case, Mr. Slater,
your wife is here.

They tell me that she came
to visit me twice a week.

I think I remember
being horrible to her.

I think it'll be fine.
She's right outside.

Thank you.

He's a lucky man.

17 years that I was
in St. Claire's,

never a single visitor.

Walter...

Oh, I wasn't trying
to make you feel guilty, son.

It was just
an observation.

Walter, have you had
any theories

on how this man
is suddenly sane?

No. Not yet,
but I'm eager to.

A remedy for insanity,
as you can imagine,

I have thought long
and hard about it.

There they are.

Huh.
You see that lock?

Can you zoom in
right there?

That's a lypticro-crypto.

Top of the line.

And these guys took it down
like it's a bicycle lock.

Whoever these guys are,
they're either very smart,

very rich,
or very well-connected.

Can you play
that bit back?

- What?
- Freeze it right there,

when he turns around.

I know that face.

Can I use this?

And some privacy,
if you don't mind.

- You know him?
- Mm-hmm.

Where do you
know him from?

From Laston-Hennings
Cryonics.

Are you referring to the theft
of the frozen heads?

Yeah. William Bell told me
that the people from over there,

the people that tried
to kill me, that killed Charlie,

they were looking
for someone.

Belly said they were looking
for their leader.

Well, I've been combing through
Laston-Hennings' files,

trying to figure out,
of all the heads they took,

which was the one
that they wanted?

I've been looking
at these faces

for the last two months.

Are you really trying
to tell us that he

is one of the heads
that they stole?

Fine. Let's say for a second
that you're right.

Frozen heads don't just get up
and walk into places.

I mean, the dead don't rise
out of their graves

and perform midnight
brain surgery.

No, I know they don't.

But this one did.

"Thomas Jerome Newton."

Wow.

Newton.

So what do we know
about him so far?

Besides his name,
nothing.

Thomas Jerome Newton
was the name on record

at Laston-Hennings Cryonics.

But it was an alias.
It led nowhere.

Now, William Bell told me
the man with that marking

would try to open
a corridor

from our universe
to the other side.

I managed to infer

that the results would be
less than desirable.

Exactly how much
less desirable?

Global destruction...

Biblical proportions.

So what's that have to do

with sneaking
into a mental hospital

to perform brain surgery
on a schizophrenic?

You're leaving out the part
where they apparently cured him.

As opening moves go,
that one's pretty strange.

Where's Dr. Bishop
on this?

He's trying to figure out
exactly how they cured Slater.

If he can do that,
maybe we can anticipate

Newton's next move.

There's no maybe.

I don't know
what Newton's up to,

but I know
what I have to do.

I have to stop him.

Mr. Slater's referring doctor
was a psychiatrist

called Simon Paris.

Let's see if you could locate
Dr. Paris, please, dear.

I have some questions about
Mr. Slater's medical history

before his admission
to Hennington.

Sure.

Why, what are you
looking for?

Not sure.

Something that would induce
the delusional thinking.

Some thing?

Something or someone.

You mean you think
that someone

made him crazy
on purpose?

It's a theory.

The truth is there is no cure
for madness--it's a fantasy.

The road back from madness
is a struggle.

Only the luckiest of people
find their way,

more or less,
back to the world you live in.

And from what we saw
of Mr. Slater...

Well, my only supposition

is that he wasn't mad
to begin with.

There is no Simon Paris
in the A.M.A. database.

He's not
on the membership roster.

- Does that mean that he died?
- It shouldn't.

Even if he had,
there should still be a record.

Um, Mr. Paris' RX number

will be on Mr. Slater's
initial prescription

when he was admitted.

Check the pharmacy
records.

Why would someone
do that, Walter--

Make someone crazy?

Any number of reasons.

It would make them
insusceptible

to interrogation for one.

Huh, according to this,
14 years ago,

Dr. Paris set up
an indefinite prescription

of medications
for Mr. Slater.

No termination date.

Now, this is interesting.

In the same week,
he wrote the same prescription

for two other patients.

In the same week?

At two other hospitals.

I'll call Olivia.

And when I woke up,
I felt like I had been

out drinking
the night before.

Only the night lasted
14 years.

It says here
that you suffered

from a severe form of
obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Yeah, "arithmomania"
they call it.

You're obsessed
with numbers.

Just one, actually--

28.

I'd see it everywhere,
hear it everywhere.

I could never get it out
of my head.

28, 28.

Then, uh,
last Tuesday morning,

I woke up, and it was gone,
just like that.

Suddenly, I was free.

And your doctors
have no explanation?

Between you and me,

I think that's why
they're keeping me here.

One of them is probably hoping
to get a paper out of it.

So what does this have to do
with the FBI?

We're not sure.

Maybe nothing.

But do you mind if we take
a look at your head?

My head?

It should only take
a minute.

Is there somewhere
that you could sit down?

Excuse me.

What are you looking for?

It's here.

A fresh scar,
but there are no sutures.

Looks more like the burn
from a surgical laser.

I don't understand.

What kind of scar?

What are you saying
happened to me?

Mrs. Crampton,
did you have any visitors

during your stay here?

My husband, my son.

But what about the doctor
who referred you--Dr. Paris?

No. Never.

I only saw him a couple times
before he sent me here.

But it was Dr. Paris
who diagnosed

the arithmomania, right?

Oh, no. He saw me
for mild depression, postpartum.

Told me I needed to rest
a few weeks and sent me here.

The arithmomania
just started one day.

- How we doing?
- It should work,

but we took too long
getting to Slater.

The first specimen's dying.

The nutrient bath
won't keep it alive

for more than another
five hours.

Six if we're lucky.

Then we better
get moving.

Third patient,
Stuart Gordon.

Just like Mrs. Crampton.

14 years ago,
Dr. Paris refers him

to a mental hospital

with the psychiatric equivalent
of a cough,

which then develops
into full-blown schizophrenia.

Two days ago,
he miraculously recovers.

Apparently,
Mr. Gordon thought

he was the actor
Sydney Greenstreet

and walked around
quoting Casablanca.

That's funny.

What?

He looks a lot more
like Peter Lorre.

That's a joke.

You know, all my life
I've been able to understand

what drives people--

Their emotions, like greed
or envy or revenge.

But Newton--

These people
we're up against...

How can I fight
what I can't understand?

Olivia, I know you think
you're alone in this.

Maybe that's because
of what Bell told you.

Maybe that's just
your personality.

But this isn't just
your fight.

That was Olivia.

Stuart Gordon
is just like the others.

Two days ago,
he woke up perfectly sane.

He's got a fresh scar
on the back of his head.

I must have missed
something.

When did Mr. Slater
have an organ transplant?

I'm sorry?

Oh, one of the drugs
that Dr. Paris prescribed

is sirolimus--
It's an anti-rejection drug.

It's only given to
organ-transplant patients.

It's absolutely useless
for a paranoid schizophrenic.

It suggests that not only
has Dr. Paris vanished,

he's a quack!

Unless he's a genius.

What?

Organ transplants.

The human brain.

Well, half of one.

But it's useless dead,

because when you remove
brain tissue from a living body,

you can keep it alive
for a short time

in a nutrient suspension.

But eventually,
it will die.

It's a problem
I've tried to solve many times

- without success.
- Keeping a human brain alive?

It's very tricky.
You see,

it's not enough to simply
give it blood and oxygen.

You have to give it
electrical stimulation as well.

But Dr. Paris
found a solution.

He stored the brain tissue
inside of another brain.

I'm sorry, I don't follow.
What brain tissue?

Our mental patients'.

Mr. Slater, Mrs. Crampton,
and Mr. Condon.

Gordon.

These are
a few years old.

But you see the slight
discoloration here?

Mm-hmm.

Normally that would be
interpreted as machine error.

But this is not
a machine error.

This is foreign tissue.

That's why they were all
on anti-rejection drugs.

So the surgeries
that Newton performed...

He was removing
transplanted brain tissue.

And my hypothesis explains
the patients' madness.

Putting the tissue
of one person

into the brain
of another is--

It--It's like putting
a motorcycle engine into a car.

It's simply incompatible.

Of course, because the host mind
would have no way

to process
the new information.

Thus, the mental distress.

The false memories,
delusions.

But as soon as you remove
the foreign tissue,

then they're fine.

Correct.

Agent Farnsworth.

Hi, this is Doctor West.

You asked me to see
if we had any information

on Dr. Paris at our facility--
We didn't.

Oh, all right.

- Well, thank you for--
- I'm not finished.

We also checked with some
of our affiliated facilities.

Oh?

Well, that just
leaves more questions.

Why cut out someone's brain and
store it inside other people?

And whose brain is it?

That's a good question,
of course.

- And I have no idea.
- Peter...

Can I, uh,
speak to you a moment?

Walter, you said that
you never had any visitors

in your time
at St. Claire's, right?

That's right.

According to their records,
Dr. Paris visited you

on six separate
occasions.

You mind if I take a look
at your head?

Okay.

It's there.

I-It's different.
It's older. But...

There's definitely
a scar.

I can see
from your chart

that you've been through
this procedure before,

several times,
in fact.

This is not
a good idea, Peter.

These M.R.I. machines
have magnets

that rip the metal
out of the patients.

And I have that tracking chip
implanted in my neck--

The GPS locator.
I--

You have absolutely nothing
to worry about,

because it's made
out of silicon.

And you know
as well as I do

that it won't be affected
by the machine.

Maybe some Valium
would help.

You know, I don't do Valium
nearly enough.

That's a good idea.

I--I'll have 50 milligrams,
please.

Well, that's--that's quite
a high dosage.

I have quite
a high tolerance.

All right.

You're going to be fine.

Yeah.

It's a routine procedure.

And the Valium will take care
of any claustrophobia

you might be feeling.

I'm not worried
about claustrophobia, Peter.

What do you think
that man did to me?

I don't know, Walter.

But we're going
to find out, okay?

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah, Walter wanted
to stick around

and wait for the results,

but there's Walter
on drugs,

and then there's Walter
on drugs.

I had Astrid
take him home.

You see the look
on his face

when we were talking
to Mr. Slater?

What do you think
that's like for him...

Wishing that he could
turn back the clock

to before
he went crazy?

He's just sane enough
to realize how much he's lost.

I don't mean
to sound callous,

but from what I know
of your father...

Going crazy made him
a better person.

It certainly made him
a better father.

I should have visited him
in St. Claire's.

I think you're making up
for that now.

I've reviewed the scans
of your father's brain.

- And?
- You should take a look.

DR. WEST: I've never seen
anything like it.

Three scars,
all on the same side

in the left temporal lobe.

These incisions
go all the way down

into the gray matter.

I'm not following.

Walter didn't have
brain tissue implanted.

He had it removed.

DR. WEST:
Yes, from the hippocampus.

And as far
as I can tell,

there would be
no medical reason for it.

So what does it do...
the hippocampus?

It controls
our inhibitions,

helps store
long-term memory,

contributes to our sense
of spatial awareness.

Doctor, do you have the scans
of the other three patients?

Sure.

What are you thinking?

Hold on one second.

This is the piece
they put in Slater.

Look...

It's a perfect fit.

I took too much Valium.

Confusion,
dizziness, nausea.

I think I must have
miscalculated the dose.

Maybe we should take you
to a hospital, Walter.

I don't want to go
to a hospital.

I need
Violet Sedan Chair.

Walter, you're not
making any sense.

My dear, Violet Sedan Chair,
it's a band.

Their debut album...

always helps me come down
from a Valium high.

It's in the lab.
We should go--

Walter...

No, you--
You do the driving.

I might puke in your car.

Why don't
you stay here and rest

and let me get it?

- Okay.
- That might be the best.

I'll be back.

It must be Paris.

He must have removed
pieces of Walter's brain.

But why?

And--and why preserve them?

Memory.

The hippocampus--
Memory storage.

Bell told you that Newton
wants to open a door

to the other side, right?

Well, we already know
that Walter's done that.

He just can't remember how.

That is why
he can't remember.

He literally had
the memories removed.

No way.

So then how does Newton
read them?

In theory,
he shouldn't be able to.

But in theory,
he should still be

a frozen head.

So in the department
of how to make

impossible things possible,
what would he need to do?

He would need to...

implant the memories

into a brain
that could interpret them.

Walter.

Hello?

Astrid, where are you
and Walter?

I'm going to the lab.

He's at your house.

He sent me to get him
an album.

- How long ago?
- Five minutes ago.

You've got to get back there.
Walter is in danger.

I'm on my way.

Calm down,
Agent Farnsworth.

You don't have to wake
the whole neighborhood.

Hello, Dr. Bishop.

Peter. He was already gone
when I got here.

I'm sorry.

Peter, I-I shouldn't
have left him.

It's not your fault.
You didn't know.

I got an idea.

Last week
when Walter got lost,

he did exactly what
you'd expect Walter to do.

He implanted a transponder chip
into his neck

so that if he ever got lost,
I could find him.

He can't be far.
Let's go.

Hold still, please.
This wont hurt a bit.

I'm sorry,
do we know each other?

Oh, we will.

This is a mild sedative,
something to calm your nerves.

I've already had
50 milligrams of Valium.

Then this should be
very enjoyable.

Dunham.

Dunham, what's your 20?

We're two blocks south
of the Boylston "T" stop.

Boston PD is sending an entry
and apprehension unit.

I'm sending them
to your location.

Keep going.

Keep going, and take
the next left you see.

The human brain
is a fascinating organ.

But it's not static.

Removal will damage
a section.

It reroutes the connections
and grows in new pathways.

Now, figuring out where
the old connections once were

can be very tricky.

Take the next left.

Here.
He's down here!

Go, go, go!
Move, move!

Walter!

Clear!

They found the chip.

I'm going to show you
a series of photos.

When you see an image,
I want you to tell me

the first thing
that comes to mind.

There are no right
or wrong answers.

But please tell me
the truth.

If you don't, I'll know.

You're using associations

to map
my brain function,

locate my neural pathways.

Are you trying
to fix me?

I'm afraid not.

Tell me what you think
when you see this.

My first semester
of organic chem.

My lab partner and I
used to sit up in the back,

sniffing benzine fumes.

Hmm. Peter.

Peter.

Peter.

I'm sorry. I know
this is difficult.

It's not working.

He's not making
the connections.

Should I recalibrate
the machine?

No, no, no, no, no.

We need to find something
more powerful

to stimulate his memory.

Of course.

Human memory
is sensory based.

Vision alone is not
the strongest trigger.

Sound and smell
actually work better.

We need...

a proper context.

Okay, Walter said brain tissue
can't survive for long

outside a human body.

Which means
they've got to be close.

We've raised the alert level
at every hospital,

emergency care facility,
and outpatient clinic

in the Greater Boston area.

We're even calling
veterinarians.

That's assuming
that they need a hospital

to complete the procedure.

With their level of technology,
we can't know for sure.

It's a start,
and if we're wrong,

we'll have to get
creative.

The girl
in the red dress.

How did I miss this?

The girl in the red dress,

28, 28,
Sydney Greenstreet.

Dr. Paris' patients,
they all had obsessions.

Slater
was always ranting

about the girl who lived
across the street,

the one that we thought
never existed.

She did exist.

She lived
across the street from me

when I lived in Cambridge
as a kid.

Her name was Sydney.

She lived at 2828 Green Street.

So those were
Walter's memories.

Exactly.

Memory is all about--

It's all about context,
all about association.

Every time Walter asks
for a piece of food

or music or art, he's trying
to recreate a moment in time

to help him remember.

Which suggests what?

I don't know.
I don't know.

But if they're trying
to get him to remember

how it was that he built
a door to the other side,

maybe they're--
Maybe they're gonna take him

to the place
that he did it.

- Reiden Lake--the lake house.
- No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, that's where
he actually opened the door,

but it's not where
he had the thought.

This place looks familiar.

Last time I was here,
it was a different season.

The leaves were falling.

Yes, this place exists
in both worlds.

You see, but on my side,
the trees died long ago.

And the same thing
killed the grass.

They call it the Blight.

That's terrible.

It is, isn't it?

Smith is on lookout,

and I've taken care
of everything else.

You're secured.

Good.

Now, Dr. Bishop,

I can see which areas
of your brain can make sense

of the data that's stored
in these slivers of flesh.

In a perfect world,

I would simply
put it back,

but I would never subject you
to a process so crude.

But this is the only way
we can reconnect

these pieces
of your brain.

Ah...

The connection is complete.

Now, Dr. Bishop...

You do know where you are,
don't you?

Of course I do.

This is my home.

It's working.

Where's my wife?
Where's my son?

You drugged me.

Yes. And now...

I have a question
for you.

You once built a door--

A door that let you walk
between worlds.

Tell me how you did it.

How are things
on your side?

Worse, I'm told.

I know why you built it,
the door.

I know what you lost.

Now, are you going
to pretend

that you're willing
to lose him again?

Now, tell me
about the door.

We got company.

They're here.

That's okay.
We're done.

We've got what we need.

My apologies,
Dr. Bishop.

Walter! Walter!

Walter.

Can you hear me?
Walter!

Walter, can you hear me?

Walter!

Hello, son.

Would you help me?

It's okay.

I'm, uh--
I'm with the FBI.

They just left.
Out the back!

Freeze! FBI!

Come out of there.

Step down slowly.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

You so much as twitch,

and you won't have
a head left to refreeze.

Are they mine?

Yep.

My brain tissue,
Peter...

It's dying.

Whatever was in there...

Memories
I'll never get back.

It's all right.
You don't need them.

Hello, son.

Hello, son.

Walter?

Oh! Walter!

Hey, Walter, look at me.
Walter!

I think there's something
you should know.

It's about Walter Bishop.

He's going to die unless
you do exactly what I say.

I injected him
with a neurotoxin,

and unless he gets
the antidote in four minutes,

it will kill him.

Call it my fail-safe
to ensure my escape.

You're bluffing.

Hey, it's me.

They've done something
to Walter.

I-I don't know
what it is,

but I think maybe
he's been poisoned.

His pulse is racing.

What did you do to him?

Ask him if he sees
a medical kit I left behind.

Olivia, you've got to get
back here.

Please! Please.
I need your help.

Okay, Peter, listen to me.
Do you see a medical kit?

Yeah, there's one here
on the table. Why?

There are three vials
in the kit.

Injected in the correct order,
they neutralize the toxin.

- Tell me.
- No, no, no, no, no.

Not yet.

You have about two minutes
until Dr. Bishop dies.

At a flat run, I estimate
about 40 seconds

until you get
back to him.

Now, hand me
your phone.

When I hear you go
back into the house,

from Peter's phone,
I'll tell you what to do.

You're crazy if you think
I'm letting you go.

Olivia, please,
I need your help.

I think he's dying.

Oh, God, Walter.
Walter!

The choice is yours.

You can have me...

or Walter Bishop.

One minute,
45 seconds.

Come on, Olivia.

Olivia, please,
you got to get back here.

- I need your help.
- Make your choice--

Me or Walter Bishop.

Go to hell.

Give me your phone!

Okay, you son of a bitch.

Do you have
the medical kit?

Got it.

Okay, tell me
how to do this.

Blue, yellow, red.

Okay, blue, yellow, red.

And, Olivia, now I know
how weak you are.

Peter...

I have
a terrible headache...

and a sudden craving
for chicken wings.

He was right.
I made an emotional choice.

I chose my friend
over my responsibility.

And we have no idea
if Walter gave Newton

the plans for the door.

Walter doesn't remember,

and the brain tissue
that Newton extracted is dead.

- And Dr. Paris?
- Nothing. He's vanished.

So all we have
is more questions.

I mean, who is Paris?

How did Newton know
about Walter's memories?

And why did they let
Walter live?

I suspect that's the way
this is going to be.

The more answers we get,
the more questions they'll lead to.

We didn't get
any answers.

Sure we did.

We've given our enemy
a name and a face.

That's something.

And you saved
Dr. Bishop's life.

That's something too,

because despite
what you think,

you made a rational choice,
not an emotional one.

If you had captured Newton
or even killed him,

that wouldn't have been
the end of this.

But there's only one
Walter Bishop...

and we'll be needing him
before this is over.

Don't be so hard
on yourself.

We're gonna be
needing you too.

They just want to make sure
that everything's okay.

I know.

I should have
visited you, Walter,

while you were
in St. Claire's.

Oh, that's okay,
Peter.

If you had, I probably
wouldn't have remembered anyway.

I'll be right outside
if you need me.

He's ready, Dr. Paris.

His system
is completely clean?

No sedatives,
no antidepressants?

- The electrodes are in place.
- Good.

Hello, Walter.

Are you comfortable?

Comfortable?

I'm frightened, Belly.

I wish there was
another way.

But what
you've accomplished...

It's just too dangerous.

But what if we ever
have to go back?

Don't worry.
Your memory--

I'll put it in a place
that only I can find.

Now, listen to me,
Walter.

You designed a door
to the other side.

I want you to think
about that door.

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