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You're nearly die when you were a boy.

Previously on Fringe...

I became consumed by saving you.

I don't remember any of that.

I can't let Peter die again.

What did you mean by that?

I designed a device

intended to cross the time-space continuum

and retrieve my dying son.

Walter, I gotta tell Peter the truth.

Things have never been better between us. I can't lose him again. I can't!

Give me time to prepare.

Please.

Any change?

Excuse me, ma'am. Do you have any spare change?

Thank you. God bless you.

Excuse me, sir. Do you have any spare change?

- No, I'm sorry. - Anything you can manage, sir.

Thank you.

God bless you anyway, sir.

Spare change?

Oh, god.

No, please! Let me outta here! Help!

Let me outta here!

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Leave a message.

It's Peter. Pick up.

Walter. It's Peter.

Your son,

Peter.

Come on, Walter. Pick up the phone.

Walter, pick up the receiver,

and hit the square black button next to the red flashing light.

You remember?

All right, fine. When you get this,

Get your kit together. I got off the phone with Olivia.

There was an incident on a train.

I know how much you love trains. Thought it might cheer you up.

Be home to pick you up in 15 minutes, all right?

Have you noticed anything weird?

Not yet, but give it ten minutes.

I was actually talking about Walter.

- Hello. I'm Dr. Walter Bishop. - He's been avoiding me all week.

He didn't even look at me on the car ride over here.

He's stopped eating.

I got him a new box of peak freans. He hasn't even opened it.

Did he say something?

All week it feels like he's been enveloped in this...

sadness.

I haven't noticed anything.

Sir.

- What are you doing? - I'm checking their underwear.

- Their underwear? - I'm sure you're familiar that with

sudden death

victims often experience

a sudden bladder release of urine,

and sometimes excrement.

Get off this train.

He's with me.

Thank you.

I don't know what happened to these people, Agent Dunham.

My first guess is collective heart failure.

You think these people died from having a heart attack at the same time?

Perhaps it was sympathetic.

Contagious, like yawning.

Come on, Walter. You really believe that?

Does your theory suggest why all the lights would be out in this car?

There should be battery backup.

Unless it wasn't serviced properly.

He crossed paths with the man as he entered the train car.

Six foot, brown hair, wearing a trench coat.

He's sure that he saw him coming out of this train car.

The man didn't speak to him or acknowledge him.

He just exited down the stairs of the platform.

Did we pick him up on surveillance?

I'm waiting to get word if they can pull him on any footage.

Hey, Rod.

Found this over there.

Oh, my god.

Excuse me, gentlemen. That's mine.

Thank you.

All the batteries are dead. It's not just the lights that went out.

This is her cell phone, but they're all dead.

All the cell phones, laptops, mp3 players.

- They're completely drained of power. - Any theories, Dr. Bishop?

Except my initial theory

of collective heart failure is probably incorrect.

I'll need to take some of these bodies back to the lab.

Six or seven should suffice.

We have an image from the platform cameras.

Who is this guy?

And how did he kill everything on this train?

This is unusual.

Dying organisms struggle for their last breath,

but these people appear as if their switches have simply been turned off.

- How's it coming in here? - Hi, Peter.

Not very good.

Take samples of this man's lung, brain, and skin.

- Something's not right here. - I think it's my paycheck.

I'm sure you're gonna make sense out of it.

What's going on with you?

Is there something wrong? Something you wanna talk about?

Everything's fine.

Astro, show me those previous

cellular samples, please.

That's extraordinary.

The ATP concentrations are unusually low.

Cellular process should continue for hours,

even after death, but this man's mitochondria

seems to have ceased functioning well before it should.

What do you say I take samples of the rest and see if there's a trend?

So what are you saying, Walter? That something was able

to reach inside of these people's mitochondria and just...

Drain them, like the batteries in all of the electrical devices on the train.

It wasn't just their hearts that stopped beating.

It was every cell in their bodies.

What do you think could possibly do something like that?

I have no idea.

20 years ago a person walking through Boston for two hours

showed up on an average of ten different surveillance cameras.

Now, it's hundreds.

Bad for privacy, but good for us.

I've asked them to output each source to a different monitor.

Give us a sense of the route our suspect took. Play it.

He exits the train station, crossing Ferris Ave., continuing north.

This is from the bank on Howard Street. Coming around the corner.

There, he enters a caf�.

He spent almost 45 minutes inside, then left the establishment.

The guy kills a train full of people and then stops for a meal?

And the trail goes cold there.

Once he left the cafe, we couldn't locate him on any other cameras.

But we have a place to start.

Caf� Wilusa.

He was here this morning. He comes in all the time.

Weird guy.

Weird how?

Well, he always draws on stuff, Like the napkins and the placemats.

- What sort of stuff does he draw? - Some kind of math, I think.

To be honest, my higher math ends at calculating my tip, so...

- Does he ever pay with a credit card? - Sometimes he does.

Here. This is him.

Alistair Peck.

Thank you. This will really help.

Clear!

Clear!

Clear.

Send the Bishops up, please.

These mathematical formulae are extraordinarily complex.

Physicists use diagrams

like these to shorthand ideas about how subatomic

particles behave. These are sublime.

This may explain his flourish for numerical wallpapering.

Astrophysics.

He teaches at MIT.

If I comprehend this correctly, then this...

Alistair Peck has taken Einstein's theory of relativity

and turned it on its ear.

I grasp portions of it,

tachyons are depicted here, but I fail to see their relevance.

However, it does confirm

that Dr. Peck was dealing with tremendous energy to do...

Whatever it is he's doing.

What are you doing with my things?

Peck is here, he's downstairs.

He just walked in of the street.

I guess that explains what all the surgical tools were for.

What did you do to the people on that train?

12 innocent people.

Those people aren't dead, miss.

Not permanently.

Of course they're dead.

But they soon won't be.

Although, others soon will be, I'm afraid.

Dr. Peck, I want you to lie down on the ground

now.

Don't take my computations. They're meaningless to you.

It is well within my ability to make it

so that you are never in possession of the things I require.

You've implanted a faraday mesh.

- What are you talking about, Walter? - A shield,

to create a temporal pocket around your body.

- Of course. - Of course, what?

- Why would he need a temporal pocket? - That's fantastic.

Dr. Peck, what are you doing?

Dr. Peck?

- Walter, what's happening? - Get down!

I said get down on the ground!

Spare change?

I'm sorry you have to go through this again.

Leave a message.

Walter. It's Peter.

Your son, Peter.

All right, fine. When you get this, I want you to get your kit together.

I just got off the phone with Olivia. There was an incident on a train

and I know how much you love trains. Thought it might cheer you up.

I'm coming home to pick you up in 15 minutes, all right?

Have you noticed anything weird?

Not yet, but give it ten minutes.

I was actually talking about Walter.

Excuse me. I'm Dr. Walter Bishop.

- Is this the car? - Right over there.

Must be the car.

Here's the initial report.

You think these people died from having a heart attack at the same time?

Perhaps it was sympathetic.

Contagious, like yawning.

Does your theory suggest why all the lights would be out in this car?

There should be battery backup. Unless it wasn't serviced properly.

I'll need to take some of these bodies back to the lab.

Six or seven should suffice.

He crossed paths with the suspect as he entered the train car.

He says the man was in a raincoat.

Six foot, brown hair.

Says he touched the rail. We're dusting for prints.

Hi there.

The man from the train

Did he say something to you?

What did he say?

"I'm sorry you have to go through this again."

Again?

And what then?

He stepped off the stairs and walked away.

Agent Broyles, Agent Dunham.

All the batteries are dead.

All the cell phones, laptops, they're completely drained of power.

Hey, Rod.

Look, I found this on the floor over there.

Oh, my God.

Oh, thank you, thank you!

- That, that's mine. - He found it on the floor up there.

Thank you.

The mitochondria were depleted?

Yep, completely drained.

They didn't die of a heart attack,

but completely drained of biological energy.

- Just like their phone batteries. - Pretty much. How is the question.

Walter's still working on it. I'll let you know

if he finds out anything else.

We managed to ID the print we lifted off the train car railing.

We got lucky.

They matched a set NASA has on file.

Dr. Alistair Peck.

What did he do in NASA?

He was classified as part of a think tank.

We don't know much more than that, yet.

Well, we know that he lives here. 412 Inman Street.

Send the Bishops up, please.

Mr. Peck may have done project work for NASA,

But he's employed locally.

Astrophysics. He teaches at MIT

What?

I'm having deja vu.

I read that deja vu is fate's way

of telling you that you're exactly where you're supposed to be.

That's why you feel like you've been there before.

You are right in line with you're own destiny.

Well, do you believe that?

No, it's a bit mystical for my taste.

I never get them, myself.

Maybe that's 'cause I'm not on track with my own destiny.

Look at this.

What is it?

A photo album.

But who are you?

What's your name?

Well, one of them is bound to be back sooner or later.

Hopefully sooner.

Shall we go home now?

I'm tired of waiting.

Olivia...

Might I come with you?

In your car?

I can't drive home with him. I can't look at him.

Walter, you can't keep doing this.

Peter knows that something's upsetting you.

I've written him a letter.

Instead of me stammering in fits and starts,

a letter is more concise.

It explains everything in just the right words.

Except that every time I think I'm ready to tell him, I...

envision his reaction when he reads it

And I run the scene in my mind

again and again.

And every time, the outcome is...

terrible.

But I will do it.

But first...

There's something I'm waiting for, Agent Dunham.

Something important.

Hey, guys, check this out.

Templates.

Forms.

- What are they for? - They're used to cast machine parts,

- but these look like they were handmade. - This one is dated

several months ago,

This one even earlier.

He refers to them as...

prototypes.

But prototypes for what?

Alistair Peck was a professor here for six years.

His focus... obsession, was particle acceleration.

Creating wormholes without a particle collider.

Are you saying that Dr. Peck's area of expertise was time travel?

He kept cranking out theories, and every one of them was over our heads.

That must have been frustrating for his superiors.

Embarrassing is a better classification.

They wanted to fire Alistair but he saved them the trouble and left,

about a year ago.

Is this his wife?

Ah, the fianc�e.

Her name is Arlette.

- Do you remember her last name? - I don't recall, no.

Do you know any other friends he might have had?

- People he knew? - That's the sad thing.

He was kind to everyone, but he never socialized.

I think I was his only friend.

Well, anything that you can remember about

Mr. Peck, it could be important.

Alistair sent me these about six months ago to proofread.

- He had hopes of seeing them published. - Can we take them?

They're only gathering dust here. They are pretty dense.

Most'd say it's gobbledygook.

Well, I happen to know someone who's fluent in gobbledygook.

I'm finished.

In another 20 years, with the assistance of some other great minds,

I will have absorbed this information.

Alistair Peck

has conceived of some extraordinary

theories and is possibly implementing them.

Meaning what?

He may well be able to travel through time.

Conceivably.

Einstein himself theorized this.

10:00 a.m... 11:00 a.m.

He said that

if something could propel an object faster than the speed of light,

Then time would appear to bend.

When those two folds...

connect

a tremendous amount of energy is required

to absorb

- the jump. - From any power source.

- So the laptops, the phones... - And anyone who was near him.

You're saying that

Peck's moving through time is what killed all of these people on the train.

That is my theory, yes, and Olivia, if it is right,

then we may well have apprehended this man already.

Possibly several times.

I found his fiancee.

The car in one of the photo album pictures is registered

to an Arlette Turling. Her license information is coming through.

That's her. Find whatever you can.

She's our only connection to Peck.

Third volume is unfinished.

There's a handwritten segment at the back,

Then the writing stops.

The unfinished chapter is entitled

"achieving the Arlette principle."

What'd you just say?

"Achieving the Arlette principle."

I think I know why Peck is doing this.

Arlette Turling was killed in a car accident ten months ago.

On the 18th of may.

What if Alistair Peck is going back

to save her?

Grief can drive people to extraordinary lengths.

Considering the amount of energy that was drawn

when he landed at the station this morning,

using Peck's own theories, I estimate

that we witnessed just a 12-hour jump.

10-month jump...

The results would be devastating.

- How many casualties? - It would depend where he landed.

Hundreds.

This is weird.

I did a search for Peck's cell phone

when we first ID'd him as a suspect.

He didn't have one, but Arlette's number is still active.

Someone's paying the bill.

Now, in the past 24 hours,

the primary cell tower that's been handling the signal

from Arlette's cell phone is a tower near

- Albany street. - What's near Albany street?

MIT.

What's he doing at MIT? The professor said that she hadn't seen him

- for almost a year. - Walter has a lab here,

maybe Peck has a lab there.

According to the files,

the lab registered to Peck when he was a professor here was lab 107.

Are there any windows in that lab?

Get your men on the rooftops.

Are those guns really necessary?

You okay? Want me to take you back home?

No, Peter, no,

Stay there.

If we are correct,

for Peck, this is about

bringing a dead loved one back to life,

then Peck and I, we have something in common.

Let me speak to him.

Of course I know that killing him

is the only way to ensure that he won't jump, but if I could

talk to him,

I think I can convince him to stop this.

Please.

Let's talk to Broyles.

Wait.

I am not a threat.

I am an ambassador.

I know who you are.

You're dr. Walter bishop. I've read you.

"New frontiers in genetic hybridization."

And I know that if you wanted to,

you could disappear from here in a second.

Please, trust me.

You and I both know they are certain things we take for granted,

the laws of nature for example,

that are not necessarily binding.

There are places on this earth

where two plus two most definitely

does not equal four.

You've figured out how to bend time.

But you're only interested In traveling to the past.

Your goal, your next jump is the 18th of may.

So you know.

The 18th of may.

Don't do that! Don't stand there!

There are snipers outside. Stay away from the window!

I hope he knows what he's doing.

Why are you here? What do you really want?

My calculations

show what you must already know.

An enormous amount of energy will be drained from wherever you arrive,

and a large number of people will be killed.

But each jump back clears that slate.

If you are reunited with your fiancee

and you pull her from that car,

the victims of this last massive reset

will remain dead.

Listen.

On the day of the crash, we argued.

Arlette wanted me to go to some store to register for wedding gifts,

and I hurt her feelings and I left.

As I walked, I became drawn to something on the horizon.

A large, red ball.

It was a hot air balloon.

Moored on the city's outskirts, out in this field.

I spent the whole day in this field, looking at this balloon,

and I got my answer.

I had an epiphany

of how to physically apply my theories of time travel.

I was in that field

the moment her car was hit.

18 may, 2:18 PM.

If I'd have simply done what she asked me,

if I'd have said, "sure, I'll go with you,"

I know it wouldn't have happened.

I will jump back.

But I'll jump back into that empty field, Walter.

And I'll only drain the energy from the plant life.

Energy will be dispersed, no one will die, and I will

pull Arlette from that car and I will save her life.

I know...

why you haven't gone back to may 18th, yet.

Because you don't know how to.

You haven't been able to jump back

any further than the train.

What happened?

Someone get that signal back online!

You approximate the time curvature

using a seventh order polynomial.

But you made one small error.

For the distance you require, it should be at least nine.

I've read you too.

I can't get it back online, he turns the radio off.

Get a team up there, now.

I'm telling you how to do this, but I'm telling you you cannot do it.

- I must do it. - You'll never be able

- to live with the consequences. - I told you, no one will die.

That's not the consequences I'm talking about.

I, too, attempted the unimaginable,

and I succeeded.

I crossed into another universe,

and took a son that wasn't mine.

And since then, not a day has passed

without me feeling the burden of that act.

I'm going to tell you something

that I have never told another soul.

Until I...

took my son from the other side,

I had never believed in god.

But it occurred to me...

that my actions had betrayed him

and that everything that had happened to me since

was god punishing me.

So now I'm looking for a sign of forgiveness.

I've asked god...

for a sign of forgiveness.

A specific one,

a white tulip.

Tulips don't bloom this time of year, white or otherwise.

But he's god.

And if god can forgive me for my acts then

maybe...

it's in the realm of possibility

That my son, possibly,

may be able to forgive me too.

God is science.

God is polio and flu vaccines

and MRI machines, and artificial hearts.

If you are a man of science,

then that's the only faith we need.

Then allow me to serve as a precautionary tale.

There will be repercussions

if you pull Arlette from that car.

You don't know how things will be changed

by your actions, but they will.

It's not our place to adjust the universe.

And you will never be able to look at her again without knowing that,

just like every time I look at my son.

I have traveled through madness to figure this out.

And you will too.

You're asking me to just leave her there.

No, no, no! Stop! I'm all right.

Stop! No, please!

Gentlemen, please! Don't you see?

We won't remember this.

Don't you see? We won't remember anything.

We won't remember!

Officer I need a backup.

Copy that! What's your twenty?

I'm at 412 Inmann Street.

This is weird.

I did a search for Peck's cell phone

when we first ID'd him as a suspect.

He didn't have one.

But Arlette Turling's number is still active.

Now in the past 24 hours, the primary cell tower

that's been handling the signal is a tower near...

Albany Street.

Alistair Peck is back at his residence.

Six dead, including two Boston PD officers.

We have to take him down before he jumps again.

Take it.

I haven't seen you look at that letter for a while.

It's been almost a year since Alistair died.

Today's the day I'm supposed to send it.

Open it.

Apparently, Alistair felt whatever it is,

he could put in your trust.

He wouldn't have sealed it if he wanted me to see what's inside.

Hey, I got you something.

Fixed your turntable.

I'd tell you to keep it out of the lab this time, but I know you won't.

Thank you, Peter.

I thought maybe you'd like some music to cheer you up.

Walter, I know that you've been in a funk for the last couple of weeks.

If there's something you want to talk to me about...

Something was weighing on me,

a decision, but...

I'm fine.

I'm gonna go hit the hay.