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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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