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[orchestral music,
birds chirping]

Okay... color and sound check,
Milton/Staller wedding.

Linda, Neal.

Hi, Mr. Staller.

- Glad you could make it.
- Good to see you.

Hey, take it easy, Nana.
There's no hurry.

You take it easy.

This my regular speed.

Everyone
decent in here?

SHELLEY: Come on in,
Mrs. Staller.

Look who I brought,
Shelley.

This is how
David can see you

in your dress
before the wedding

without
the bad luck.

Oh...

You look stunning.

Thank you
so much for...

everything.

I'm so happy
you're joining the family.

David is lucky
to have you.

Okay.

I'm crying now.

[laughing]

Let's not film
this part.

No, no, no.
Turn it off, turn it off.

Whoa. Whew.

It'll calm him down.

I didn't think
I'd be this nervous.

Oh... happens
to everyone, even me.

And, uh, look how
I turned out.

[sighs]

Lynn...

Who is that man?

I don't know.

Must be from
Shelley's side.

[strained breathing]

Just breathe, man.
No, where's your inhaler?

- Where is it?
- It's here.

Harry, just give us
a few minutes? Sorry.

You're all right.
Just a couple minutes.

- He's okay. He's okay.
- He's okay.

It's okay, it's okay.

I can safely say David
is not going to run.

So just, uh,
everybody hang tight.

He'll be fine.

He's just had a little
bit of a reaction...

It can't be.

It can't be.

NANA:
It can't be true.

What's wrong, Nana?

It can't be.
It's him.

LYNN: Nana, what are you
talking about?

It's--It's him.

[sobbing]
You! You!

ELIZA:
Nana, what's wrong?

LYNN:
Nana, my God, what is it?

Oh, my God.

Someone call 911.

[coughing]

LYNN: Josh!

Sweetheart!

[guests choking, screaming]

My God!
What is happening?

"The Bishop Revival"

Agent Dunham.

Detective.

Burt Manning.
We spoke on the phone.

So has anyone
touched anything?

M.E.'s inside.

We put them in a holding
pattern until you got here.

It's pretty bad.

Do we have a final count
on the victims?

14... so far.

I quite like weddings.

Did I ever tell you

about when
your mother and I,

God rest her soul,
got married?

No, no, no.
I think I missed that one.

And try to stop
driving with both feet.

Walter, Walter!

She was so beautiful,
Peter.

So beautiful
in white.

I won't deny
I was never happier.

I kept my tuxedo
in the hope

that one day I would have
a son who would wear it.

You could wear it
on your wedding day.

Yeah, you know, Walter?
Tuxedo styles change.

Oh, nonsense.

Purple never
goes out of style.

And the day may come
sooner than you think.

Do you think
she'll call me Dad?

Who?

Agent Dunham.

[laughs]

My guess
would be no.

Don't look
at me like that.

She's just
what you need.

Someone who can see
right through you.

Agent Dunham,

don't you
look lovely today?

Doesn't she
look lovely, Peter?

You look lovely,
Agent Dunham.

Dr. Walter Bishop.
How do you do?

Lose a bet?

It was either that
or flying lessons.

Swelling
of the vitreous humor.

PETER:
Mm-hmm.

Petechial hemorrhaging.

Yeah, not to mention
the blue skin.

It's definitely
asphyxiation.

The airway's clear.

PETER:
Yeah, same here.

No fluid in the lungs.

So all the victims
that I've identified so far

are on the groom's side.

I mean, maybe
they came in contact

with something
before the wedding.

Anaphylactic shock.

Maybe they're all having
an allergic reaction

to something they
ate or drank.

That would be logical,

if they were all exposed
at the same time, I suppose.

I'll have the detectives
reconstruct

where they all were.

We may
find a connection.

She was
a Holocaust survivor.

That's dreadful--

To survive
a thing like that...

and finish up like this.

Walter, do you think

this could be
a deliberate attack?

I don't know yet.

All I know for certain
is that

these 14 people suffocated
in a room full of air.

There's gotta be something
they all ate or drank.

There, maybe that.

God, it's hard to believe
that a few hours ago

this was actually
a happy place.

[thumping]

OLIVIA:
Oh, my God!

We need a medic
on the second floor!

All right.

He's dropped his inhaler.
Grab it.

[choking]

[deep, choking inhale]

[breathing]

[indistinct conversations]

[zipper opening]

WALTER: It's curious.
All 15 victims.

So they're all
blood relatives, then.

ASTRID: Yes.

All of the victims

are direct descendants
of Eva Staller.

Holocaust survivor.

ASTRID: And anyone not related
to her survived,

along with one grandchild

who I think
might be illegitimate.

Therefore,
not a blood relative,

or I suspect
he would have perished too.

Astrid,
can you come here, dear?

What color is this?

The blood?

- It's blue.
- Good.

Then I'm not
imagining it.

Something has bonded
with the hemoglobin

in the blood,
changing its color

and robbing
the body of oxygen.

I believe these
people literally

suffocated
from the inside out.

[deep breath]

Walter!
No, that might...

be what killed him.

No, that kept him alive
longer than the others.

I suspect it temporarily
weakened the toxin.

That still leaves
the how.

How was the toxin
delivered?

OLIVIA:
Mrs. Staller,

I understand that
you were

in charge
of the guest list?

Did you notice anyone

who shouldn't
have been at the wedding?

Someone
who wasn't invited.

No.

Of course, I don't know
the bride's entire family.

Although,
my mother-in-law,

she was very upset
with someone before--

A man
I had never seen before.

I thought she was just
having a moment.

If we showed you
the wedding video,

do you think that you would
be able to point him out?

I could try.

It's jasmine.

Shelley picked
out the scent.

Represents happiness
and love.

Do you mind
giving me a moment?

Of course.

I'll help you
with the video.

Thank you.

She just said all
the rest of the candles

in this place
are jasmine, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- Smell that.

This one's cinnamon.

[long sniff]

And?

Patience, son.

Just like when
you were a little boy,

your mother used to say

you had ants
in your pants.

Put that
in the spectrometer.

Okay.

That's the man that
Mrs. Staller identified.

Can you make it
clearer?

I can try.

- [keyboard clacking]
- [noise]

Oh, that's
the best I can do.

All right.

Well, upload it to the joint
law enforcement database

and maybe
we'll get a hit.

- All right.
PETER: Walter.

Come here.
Take a look at this.

Oh...

That is interesting.
You were right.

This is our toxin.

Appears to be
a variant of--

What is that?

Hydrogen cyanide?

The candle
would suggest

that it
was activated by heat,

and then dispersed
into the air.

Well, if it was
in the air,

how come it only killed
some of the guests?

Good question.

What?

Chemical weapons.

Death
by asphyxiation.

The Nazis.

WALTER: I knew this
was familiar.

The Nazis?

WALTER: The Nazis were
scientific pioneers.

They attempted to advance
every branch of science--

Molecular bombs,
flying saucers, eternal youth.

Before DNA
was even discovered,

Josef Mengele
wanted to create a weapon

capable of targeting
specific victims,

a weapon capable of--

of picking people out
in a crowd,

just like what
happened here.

It seems that science
may have finally caught up

with Nazi ambition.

Mrs. Staller
was a Holocaust survivor.

- Do you think that that's--
- Relevant?

I don't know, Olivia.

Of course,
I'm not saying

that this is
the work of the Nazis.

Nor suddenly
am I convinced

that this
was just a murder.

A wedding is
the perfect laboratory.

You have
your target group,

the Stallers,

and you have
your control group,

everyone else.

Are you saying
that you think

this was
a science experiment?

It's a theory.

And one that
I think I can prove.

How?

A scientist always tries
to recreate his results.

If I'm right,

this will happen again.

One soy latte,
one orange juice,

two yogurts.

Say thank you,
Jordan.

Thank you.

I'd like a cup of tea,
please.

And, uh, make sure
the water is very hot.

Sure thing.
What kind of tea?

Oh, I don't know, uh...
You pick.

Whichever
is your favorite.

Oh, and please...

Make sure the water
is very hot.

MOTHER:
So do you like her?

Mrs. Greenwalt?

Yeah, she's nice.

But she always makes us
take a nap after lunch.

Well, maybe you need time
to get your energy back.

I think Mrs. Greenwalt
is the one who's sleepy.

[laughs]

She's very smart,
your daughter.

Yeah, she is.

Soon you'll be outsmarting
the teachers.

Well, we're
already there.

We're talking about
skipping her up a grade.

Yeah, well, don't be
in too much of a hurry.

These days
are precious.

Soon
all you will have...

are pictures.

Hmm, that smells good.

Is that cinnamon?

Yeah.

Something like that.

Nine victims.

Suffocated just like
the wedding in Brookline.

Except unlike
the Stallers,

none of these people
were related to each other.

PETER: Might have to rework that
hypothesis, Walter.

Maybe this toxin isn't
transmitted genetically.

It's just a theory,
Peter.

OLIVIA:
Any surveillance?

No cameras inside
or on the street.

Could be why our suspect
chose this place.

No candles,
I suppose.

Not a single one.

Hey, Walter,
is there any other way

that this toxin
could be delivered?

WALTER: Any number of ways,
I would think.

Simply requires
a heat source

to disperse it
into the air.

What about a cup of tea?

WALTER:
Oh, yes, thank you.

Hmm? Oh!

Oh, yes, yes,
that would work.

As long as the water
was hot enough.

Cinnamon.

I want this cup dusted
for prints immediately.

OFFICER: Yes, sir.
Right away.

WALTER:
Peter, can you help me?

That man there,
what color are his eyes?

Brown.

I was right
after all.

It is
a targeted toxin.

They all
have brown eyes.

That's the common
genetic trait.

Check the survivors,
but I'm sure I'm right.

It's a good thing
you weren't here

at the time,
Agent Broyles,

or you
would be dead too.

OLIVIA:
So first it was a family.

Now it's people
with brown eyes.

Why is he targeting
these people?

You said you think
it's an experiment.

So what--

He's just killing these people
to prove that he can?

Perhaps.

I'm going to drive us
back to the lab.

I think
I have an idea.

Walter...
Why don't I drive?

An idea about what?

I don't know yet.

Excuse me, officer.
That man over there.

He's named Bischoff.

You mean Dr. Bishop.

Dr. Bishop.

Did you
need something?

No, I'm just trying
to place him.

He looks just
like his father.

[door slams]

Oh!
Is that the teacup?

Yeah.

But, uh, they could only
pull a partial print,

so no good to run
through any databases.

Oh.

That's unfortunate.
But you are just in time.

Just in time
for what?

Show and tell,
apparently.

- [claps twice]
- [light switches off]

This is a molecular model
of the toxin.

This blue portion,
that's the deadly part.

This red part,
that...

that's
the targeted group.

Um, in the first instance,

the Staller family--
Agent Farnsworth?

And in this instance,

people
with brown eyes.

Because he can
program the toxin

to target whatever group
he wants.

Any group with--

common
physical characteristics

or genetic similarities, yes.

Um, tall people,
short people,

fat people,
skinny people,

black people,
brown people,

or white people--

Hey, Walter.

We get it.

Oh... well, anyway,

whoever created this
was apparently proud

of his work.

Although I don't know
why he should be, I mean--

Apart from
the genetic targeting,

the toxin itself
is quite rudimentary.

It's a blend
of chromium trioxide

and hydrogen cyanide.

Chromium trioxide?

PETER:
That's highly regulated.

If this guy was buying it
in any quantity...

OLIVIA:
Astrid, can you--

Dig up any companies that
deal with chromium trioxide.

So, Walter,
what were you saying

about him being
proud of his work?

Ah.
[mutters]

See this?

That's a carbon chain.

It's inert.

It's the signature
of the creator.

Some chemists

spell out their initials
in molecules.

Others create a symbol.

Are you saying
that we may be able

to identify
whoever made this?

Well, yes, but this
could be anybody's.

Well, it looks like
a stylized "S", or a snake.

Actually...

looks more
like a sea horse to me.

Heh, heh, a sea horse.
I suppose it could--

What is it?

Die seepferdchen.

The sea horse.

I know who created
this toxin.

PETER:
Hey, Walter.

Wait, Walter...

What's going on?

They called him
"the sea horse"

because he was
a great swimmer.

PETER: Okay, good for him.
But who is he?

My father.

Dr. Robert Bishop.

Wait, wait, wait,
your father?

I told you these
were Nazi experiments.

My father was
a scientific pioneer

at the University
of Berlin.

Yes, I know,
who came here in 1933,

which is long before
the Nazis ever took power.

It was 1943.

Given the nature
of his work,

I fudged
the date a little.

Walter, what are
you telling me?

That my grandfather
was a Nazi?

Technically, yes.

Actually...

he worked as a spy
for the Allies,

sabotaging
German research and--

and smuggling scientific
information to the Americans.

I...

I knew I recognized
the experiment.

I must have
seen the formula

in one of
my father's books.

Put this there.

Walter, are you saying
that you think

your father helped develop
the formula for this toxin?

It would seem so.

But of course, at the time,
it was just theoretical.

DNA itself
was theoretical.

That formula
has to be here somewhere.

These are all of
my father's favorite books,

first editions
of Goethe, Thomas Mann--

And you're sure
that all those notes

were hidden inside
of German novels?

Oh, yes.
Yes, it was the only way

he could smuggle them
out of Germany when he left.

You're not gonna
find those books in there.

WALTER: Oh, no, no.
They will be here.

These are all
the books in my library.

No, they won't.

Walter.

They're not in there.

I sold those books.

All of them.
About ten years ago.

You sold them.
Why?

I needed money.

Money?
They were my books.

He left them to me.

He knew how
dangerous they were.

The odds that this case
has anything to do

- with your father's work--
- The very thing

that he was
trying to stop,

you put back
into the world.

We don't know
that for sure.

Yes, we do!

Of course we do.

How else would whoever
is doing this

have gotten hold
of the formula?

And because I failed
to protect it,

my father's work
is killing people.

[police sirens blaring]

BROYLES: So the killer
is using a toxin

based on a formula created
by Dr. Bishop's father?

PETER: Just another skeleton
in the Bishop family closet.

It's in a book I sold.

So the formula
is very complex.

We believe that the killer
must have found it

in one of the books.

If we can trace
the books,

then hopefully
we can find him.

Then do it.
Quickly.

Okay.

We'll find those books.

MARKHAM:
Come on, Bishop!

You sold me those books,
like, ten years ago.

How am I supposed to know
where they are now?

Because, Markham,
you're exactly the kind

of fastidious packrat
who keeps a handwritten log

of every book
he's ever sold.

Such a way
with words.

How is it

that a beautiful
lady like you

is stuck
with this guy?

Uh, it's my job.

Well, I got
plenty of books

on how to rethink
your career.

What color is
your parachute?...

Do what you are...

That's thoughtful
of you.

I really need you
to find out

who it was
who bought those books.

Whoever did may be
in the midst

of a killing spree.

Hmm, sounds serious.

Give me a minute,
I'll see what I can find.

What?

You didn't really sell
Walter's books

for money, did you?

Walter's got heaps
of valuable stuff.

Why did you
just sell his books?

PETER:
It was a long time ago.

Walter was still
in St. Claire,

so I wasn't exactly very
fond of him at the time.

Those books were amongst
his favorite possessions.

And no, to answer
your question,

I'm not proud of it.

MARKHAM:
They were sold last year.

The name I got
is Eric Franko.

Lives over
in Kendall Square.

He struck me
as a real weirdo.

Coming from you,
that's saying something.

I owe you one.

[orchestral music playing]

[knocking]

Doesn't look
like he's here.

Well, why don't we just
poke around for a bit?

[keys rattling]

Freeze! FBI!
Get down on your knees.

Don't shoot me.
Please don't shoot me.

FRANKO:
I'm not a Nazi.

I'm an artist.

It's about
the banality of evil,

uh, like
the Nuremberg trials

showing history's tyrants
as these regular schmucks.

That's deep.

Where are the books
you bought from Markham?

The German novels.

The ones with all
the creepy stuff inside.

The Alice in Wonderland
meets the, uh--

The evil Nazi experiment?

Well, you're looking
at one of them.

Uh, so what do those books
have to do with the FBI?

It's a long story.

So none of these have
ever been displayed.

You're the only person
who's ever seen them.

Sadly, the, uh,
contemporary art scene

has yet to, um--
[clears throat]

fully recognize
my particular contributions.

I'd like to get
these books back--

or what's left of them.

I'll pay you whatever
you had to pay for them.

Yeah, yeah.
Sure, sure, uh...

It's gonna take me
a while to, uh,

dig them all up, uh...

But you
should also know

the collage
is for sale.

Or I could donate it.

Your grandfather
was a fan of modern art.

But I don't think
he would have appreciated this.

I'm sorry, Walter.

Apology
not accepted.

Of course,
this means the perpetrator

didn't get the formula
from the books.

No, we don't see
how he could have.

Then how on Earth
did he recreate the formula

using my father's signature,
no less?

No match on
the killer's DNA, Walter.

Great.
More bad news.

Wait, I don't
understand.

His DNA? Where did you
get his DNA?

ASTRID: Dr. Bishop was able
to get some

from the partial
fingerprints--

From the skin cells
in the oil.

That's pretty amazing.

WALTER: Not my best work,
I'm afraid.

The telomere degradation
suggested that the man

was over
a hundred years old,

which is fascinating,

but not
a likely possibility.

Hey, Walter, you said this toxin
could be programmed to target

- any genetic trait, right?
- Yes.

Well, could it be programmed
to target more than one?

Say, green eyes and
brown hair at the same time?

Yes, I suppose
it could.

What are you thinking?

Das herrenvolk.

The master race.

The Nazis' ultimate goal.

The purification of the German
people and the white race.

So Nazi science
for a Nazi agenda.

All of Hitler's dreams
in one little toxin.

[dog whimpers]

Hey!

What are you
doing there?

I'm conducting a test..

To monitor
the dispersion rate

of my experiment.

Please...
you can watch.

[gas whooshes]

[dog barking]

[rat squeaking]

Walter.

What are you doing
to those rats?

Killing them.

Well, hopefully
only the white ones.

I thought you were
trying to block the toxin.

I am.

But I have to replicate it
before I can figure out

how to stop it.

Uh, Astrid
couldn't find any companies

that purchased
chromium trioxide

within
the past six months.

But our EPA contact
suggested

we search
for sodium chromate?

Of course.
It's a sister compound.

You treat it
with sulphuric acid,

you get
chromium trioxide.

Okay, well, here are
three local buyers.

Do you recognize
any of them?

Those two--

Pharmaceutical
companies.

This one
I've never heard of.

PETER: Shipping address
is 3340 Eastham Road.

Newton, Mass?
That's a residential address.

Uh, sir?
It's Dunham.

Uh, I think
we have a location.

[orchestral music playing]

Are we clear,
Agent Doble?

The air is safe.

We're good!
All clear!

[indistinct chatter]

[door creaking]

Makes your lab
look downright homey.

WALTER: Schwarzes haut,
(Black skin)

braunes haut,
(brown skin)

grune augen...
(green eyes)

PETER:
Genetic traits.

Eye color, hair color,
skin tone--

It's the works.

Creating the master race
by process of elimination.

OLIVIA: Guys? I think
I found something.

Looks like he was making
some kind of I.D.

Walter, this is
your sweater.

Walter?

[choking]

Walter!

Oh, Walter.

Get him out of here!

We need some help
downstairs!

We need that oxygen, now!

- Oxygen...
- Yeah.

Breathe...

Just breathe, Walter.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Walter,
how are you feeling?

You got me out
just in time.

I'd like
my sweater back.

We'll work on that,
Walter.

Walter, why did
he go after you?

I don't know.

Perhaps he knew my father
betrayed the Nazis.

Were you able to get
that photo to Broyles?

Yeah. He's sending it
out wide.

I also found this.

I know that logo.

I have to check
the contents of the box.

Of course.

[clicking and warbling]

[clicking and warbling]

All right,
go ahead.

It's the annual
World Tolerance Conference

at the Boston Center
for Performing Arts.

Do you know who
he's planning to target?

PETER: No, with that broad
a spectrum of genetic markers,

the target group
could be anybody.

We need to evacuate
the building.

I'll call the head
of security.

But there are any number
of foreign dignitaries

at that conference,
so we need to follow protocol.

That'll take time.

We may not have it.

There are
many difficulties,

but we must continue
to confront discrimination

and uphold the rights
of the oppressed.

The theme
of this year's conference,

"Individual
and Cultural Rights,"

was not chosen lightly.

This organization
has a proud tradition

of upholding
both human rights

and cultural diversity.

Yet these goals, at times,
may appear difficult.

Together, we are committed
to the promotion of tolerance.

ASTRID: Walter?

Whenever you're ready,
I'll... take you home.

No.

I want you
to take me

to the Performing
Arts center.

I can stop this.

OLIVIA: Okay.

We're looking for the man,
or the mechanism.

It's going to be something hot:
a candle, a coffee urn...

FBI.

So... now, remember,
he could be anywhere--

On the floor,
on the balconies...

Anywhere.

Peter, there's a candle
on every table.

PETER: I know.

They've been burning
for so long.

There's no victims.

He must be using
something more potent.

Walter, the conference
is this way.

No, Astrid.

We need to take
the higher ground.

OFFICER: I got nothing.
- Nothing here, either.

Keep circulating.

SPEAKER:
...A difference of values,

of religions,

and of lifestyles.

We must take great care,

lest our advocacy become
its own form of oppression,

One that unjustifiably
takes sides.

PETER:
Olivia, I'm in the bar.

It could be
anything back here.

Candles,
coffee pots--

It's a disaster.

Hold on a second.

Peter?

- Whoa!
- [lighter switches off]

Let's hold off on those
for one second.

I think
I got it.

[coughing]

We are united
by a common--

[breaking glass
and coughing]

Where's the victim?

FBI.
Everybody, move!

Please. Make room!
Make room.

I said move!
Get outta my way!

I need a paramedic!

[coughing]

Bischoff!

Traitor!

BROYLES:
Dr. Bishop.

Yes, Agent Broyles?

What you
did tonight--

Was to use
the killer's DNA

to target him
and only him

using his own toxin.

If you plan
to press charges,

then so be it.

But I don't regret
what I did.

[sighs]

Good night,
Dr. Bishop.

Olivia...

That man...

He--He corrupted
my father's work.

I understand.

No, no, it was
more than that.

You see,

family is very important
to me.

There's nothing
I wouldn't do.

[door closes]

What's this?

It's a present.

Your father's work.

I had Franko
give me everything

that wasn't
totally destroyed.

Oh, look, Peter.

It's your grandfather.

Robert Bischoff?

That was his name.

He changed it
when he came over here.

Your mother always said

that you shared
his noble brow.

It's a pity you never
got to know him.

You two
would have gotten along

very well, I think.

You know,
there is still one thing

that doesn't
make any sense.

If the formula
for the toxin

didn't come
from your father's notes,

how did
this guy get it?

Hmm.

Perhaps
there are some mysteries

that are destined
to remain unsolved.

Thank you
for bringing these back.

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