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Previously on Fringe:

You are looking through a window
into another world.

An alternate universe just like ours.

And in each of them,
there is a version of us.

We can't let Peter die again.

Walter, Peter is dead.

I'm talking about the other Peter.

The one on the other side.

Crossed into another universe...

...and took a son that wasn't mine.

I'm going to be waiting for you
right here.

- Bring him back to me.
- I promise.

Hold on tight, son.

You're not my father, are you?

Of course I am.

Peter.

Peter? Darling, it's lunch.

Peter!

Peter.

Peter!

Peter.

Oh, God. Peter. Oh, God.

No! Peter, no, please.

No! Peter, please!

Oh, God, please. No.

Please, don't. Oh, please.

Oh, no!

No!

Get off of me! You're not my mother.
I want to go home.

Get off! You're not my mother.
I want to go home.

Okay, children, let's begin. That's it.

Now, close your eyes.

I want you to ignore everything
except the sound of my voice.

Try to relax. Clear your minds.

We discussed that your imagination
can take you anywhere you want to go.

- What's wrong?
- I don't know what Snuggles will do...

...if we go somewhere.

Just put him on your feet
and he'll come with us, Nick.

Olivia, how can you concentrate
if you're talking?

Now, close your eyes, dear.

Now, concentrate.

Imagine this world slipping away.

Excuse me, Dr. Bishop.
Your wife is on the phone.

Tell her I'll call her back later.

Well, she said to tell you
that she's here, in Jacksonville.

Is it Thursday, Miss Ashley?

Isn't Thursday early day this week?

Well, I'm gonna go home.
And you can too.

Okay, guys. Get your backpacks.
Ben, yours is in the corner.

And, Jen, don't forget your violin
on purpose again, okay?

Where is he?

Of course the Dodgers
play for Los Angeles.

No, they don't.

They play in Brooklyn
and I've seen them.

And the Red Lantern
isn't supposed to be green.

- I've never had a baseball mitt. Never.
- Peter.

You were very sick
for a very long time.

It must have confused you,
mixed up your memories, son.

Do not call me that.
I am not your son.

- Peter...
- You're not my father!

And she is not my mother!
You are not my father!

- Hey, hey.
- Get off of me!

You're not my mother.
I wanna go home.

Shh, shh. Everything is okay.

Hey. Hey.

He's asleep.

We can't keep this up.

It's making him crazy.

What's the alternative?

Tell him the truth? He'd be locked up.

These lies were supposed
to be a temporary measure.

We were supposed to have him home
well before it got this far.

- It's been six months, Walter.
- Getting him back...

...wasn't as simple as I hoped.

You're working, but I'm with him.

- Elizabeth, I think this series of...
- I'm with him all the time.

I can't watch him suffer like this.

What if you made a device?

Like the one you used
to bring him over?

We have been through this.

That would be catastrophic.

The texture of the universe
is changed from my crossing.

- It cannot withstand any more damage.
- Neither can he, Walter.

He is in such distress.

He looks at me
and he doesn't trust me.

- I'm his mother, but no matter what I...
- Elizabeth, Elizabeth.

You are not his mother.
He's a little boy...

...very much like our son.

- And we saved his life.
- You. You. You saved his life.

I'm just trying to keep him alive.

- I won't keep lying to him.
- Elizabeth...

It's not vanity. I can't keep him safe
if he doesn't trust me.

Please. Just a little more time.

I told you,
I think the children are the key.

The children
should be able to cross over.

And when they do, they can take
Peter safely home with them.

He can ride on their feet.

Just give me a little more time. Please.

Damn it, Olivia.

When I say go to bed,
I mean go to bed.

Don't you run from me. Come here!

Get your butt back in...

- ever run from me!

Hey, I'm really glad
you got some sleep.

Peter.

You really think I don't know
that you're not my mother?

- Please, can we just...?
- You think I can't tell?

How many more questions am I gonna
have to get right before you believe me?

We've been doing this
for two months now.

- I told you the name of your hamster...
- You got some wrong.

Yes, and maybe that's because you were
confused because you were so ill.

He makes you say that, doesn't he?

Because he's the one who stole me.

Stole you from where, Peter?

From the other world
at the bottom of the lake.

- Love...
- I know that I sound crazy.

But I'm not.

Okay?

I'm not crazy.

Peter, let's just, um...

Let's just get out of the house today,
okay?

Let's just get some air.

You look gray, which is not,
technically, a skin color.

- Another sleepless night?
- Yes, I suppose so.

I'm not finished with these.
I want to organize a sub-group data...

There's no need.

I have something else in mind.
I want to separate the children.

- Begin independent testing.
- Okay. Any particular order?

What's Olivia doing inside?

Well, she didn't have
a very good night either.

Olivia, why don't you go outside
and play with the others?

Olive, what happened to your eye?

Ashley said that you told her
that you fell.

Running in my house.

Olive, you can trust me.

- If someone is hurting you...
- I said I fell, okay?

I fell.

That's all.

May I?

Olive, why did you draw this?

Did you see it in a book?

Where, then?

Was it last night?

When you fell?

You know, tulips don't
usually grow in areas like this.

Well, then what are they doing here?

A professor who was
working here missed them.

So he imagined a tulip that would grow
in this climate and he invented it.

He used his brain
and his imagination...

...to turn the world
into what he wanted it to be.

How would you change the world
if you could, Peter?

What would you wish for?

I wouldn't make stupid flowers grow.

What would you do?

I'd go home.

Couple of more errands...

...and then I've got a surprise
in store for you.

Peter.

Now, listen, can I trust you
not to run off on me?

Okay. Go and pick a toy, then. Go on.

That's a strange game.
What's that called?

It's called "Joust."

I suspect her crossing over
was triggered...

...by an extreme emotional response.

- Her black eye?
- So...

...we need to design
a series of experiments...

...around emotional flexibility.
- Hey. Hey.

I wanted to show Peter
where you worked.

Hey, Peter. Hey, hello.

Look at that airplane. That's...

...a DC-3, yeah?

Aha.
The beguiling Olivia Dunham beguiles.

Peter, I was about to go get a snack.

Would you like to come get something?

- Yeah, go on, Peter.
- Okay.

Come on, let's go.

We've had a promising development.

I think young Olivia
may have crossed over.

- If I'm right and she has...
- Then she can take Peter home.

I knew you'd find a way.

Well, I still have to work out
precisely how she does it...

...but we're nearly there.

William, I need your help.

I have reason to believe
Subject 13, Olivia Dunham...

...has been able to cross over
to the Other Side.

I believe that young Olivia
may need to be in some kind...

...of heightened emotional state
to access her ability.

I am compiling some recordings
on my new Betamax.

Perhaps you'll be able
to see something I cannot.

Okay, Olivia.

You feeling comfortable?

- I'm fine.
- These wires...

...will show me how you respond
to the tests. I'll just...

Test Series Alpha.

I'll be monitoring vitals,
theta rhythm...

- stable neocortex.

All right?

That's it.

You're doing very well, there, Olive.

These four brothers
grew up to be great warriors.

But they were very special...

...because they had
the power of metamorphosis.

Metamorphosis?

He could turn into a hawk...

...watching for invaders from on high.
This one...

- a cheetah, and...

...the fire of a dragon.

Minimal response to joy.

- Rhythms have a slight bump
but not within our range.

- Can I stop now?
- Not yet, dear, you need to keep going.

- Longer, Olivia.
You're doing really well.

Heart beat of 140 beats
per minute, 30 minute...

No response to exhilaration.

- It doesn't fit.
- Try.

Look at each piece carefully.

No, you'll have to start again.
Come on.

- It doesn't fit, Dr. Walter.
- Try it.

Faster.

Come on, come on.

That's wrong. That's wrong.

That's wrong. Concentrate, Olivia!

No! I'm not working on this anymore.

Minimal activity
in the stable neocortex.

Anger isn't the answer.

Loneliness isn't the answer either.

Perhaps fear.

- Show you a movie.

It's one of my favorites.
It's called Jaws. It's...

It's a bit scary,
but I think you can handle it.

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

- Ready to start the movie?
- No, no, no.

No, let's... Let's take a little break.

Let's get that off you.
You don't need that.

It started to occur to me, William,
that fear by itself wasn't the answer.

Walter? Let me out!

Please, let me out!

There's no one here. There's no one here.

Who's there? Is someone there?

Approaching the building,
requesting clearance to dock.

Love, come and get your coat,
will you?

I don't think Olive
thought the joke was very funny.

No, I suppose not. There you go.

Nick, please wait outside
with the children.

- Dr. Bishop...
- Just a minute, Ashley.

We're obviously on the right track.

The part of Olivia's brain
that let her do this...

...must be the same part that lets
her cross between universes.

- But I'm still missing something.
- Dr. Bishop, we have another problem.

Please get your backpack on, okay?
Good night.

Ashley, what's going on?

There's been a small fire,
but everything's under control.

Ashley?

One of the children have gone missing,
a girl, Olivia Dunham.

Your husband and the others
are looking.

- I'm sure everything's going to be fine.
- Okay. All right.

Thank you.
Peter, come inside with me.

Peter, will you wait here
for me for a minute?

Okay, good boy. I'll be back in a sec.

Elizabeth.

- Did you find her?
- No, we haven't yet.

This little girl, Olivia, Walter, it says that
you think her stepfather is hitting her.

"William, I believe
the ideal environment...

...for transition across universes
may be a return to her home.

The unique combination of love and
terror stimulates a cortical reaction."

A, they are notes.

B, yes.

The unique combination of love
and terror does stimulate...

...a cortical reaction that may
be the key to her crossing over.

And if she is not allowed
to return to her home...

...to re-stimulate the pathways...

You mean to be terrorized again.

Then it could well take me years
to simulate the state artificially.

Walter, you said that this
was just a theory.

Surely there's got to be
some other way.

And if there isn't?

This is not about you and me
and Peter anymore.

Don't you see what I've done?

I crept over in the night...

...and I stole their child.

And if we don't return him,
they'll figure it out...

...and they'll come after him,
after us. I know.

Because that's what I would do.

So you would sacrifice
one for the other.

This little girl, Olivia, for Peter.

No.

But for thousands of others...

...or millions...

...it would have to be considered.

Walter.

Oh, I'm sorry. I was looking for Peter.

He told me he's never
had peanut M&M's before.

Oh, he's out by the cubbies.

No, I just looked there.

He...

Peter?

It's been six months
since Peter Bishop disappeared...

...but authorities still have no ideas.

The sympathy of the world goes
out to Dr. Walter Bishop...

...and his devoted wife
as the entire nation...

...remains aghast at
the kidnapping of their only son.

Dr. Bishop, the architect of
the famed Star Wars Defense System...

...that protects our nation,
and his wife made an...

This isn't doing you any good.

Don't turn it off now. They were
about to point out how ironic it is...

...that the safety czar couldn't
protect his own child.

Walter, I'm serious,
you can't keep doing this.

You can't keep drinking
yourself into oblivion.

You have a better suggestion
about what I should be doing?

Not this.

Should I give up on my son?

The way the police seem to have?

Dinner's ready in 20.

I'm not hungry.

That's fine. You still need to eat.

If nothing else, you need to put
something in your stomach...

...to absorb all that alcohol.

You said he was wearing
a beige sweater.

The man who took my son. You said
he was wearing a beige sweater.

Not a suit like I would wear.

- Walter, please don't do this.
- How did he sound? His voice.

I have a new theory. Plastic surgery.

There are surgeons skilled enough
to pull off a feat of this magnitude...

...but the voice...
The voice would be tricky.

You know what?
Maybe it was plastic surgery...

...or an alien able to take on
any shape he wanted.

We've considered all
your theories, Walter...

...and none of them have
brought our son back.

It happened. It just happened.

And it's inexplicable.

Nothing is inexplicable, Elizabeth.

Science is seen as magic
by primitives.

Something happened in this house
and we have to go over it...

...and over it until we find out
what we're missing.

How will this time be different?

We don't know.
We have to go over it.

I have. I've thought back.

I've gone over it again and again.

I have told you
and a dozen policemen...

...every detail that I can
remember about that night.

I've had hypnotherapy to try
and recover every detail I couldn't.

I know.

And I believe you...

...about all of it.

But there has to be
something we've overlooked.

There has to be an explanation.

You fly to Florida every Monday,
you work all week...

...and then you come back
and we do this.

This is not a marriage anymore.

It's a routine.

Please, Elizabeth, one more time.

He's my boy.

I can't lose him.

I'm so sorry, my love.

I know I can't keep doing this.

But...

...it's impossible...

...impossible he's gone.

I know.

I know, Walter.

I spend every waking moment
imagining where he is...

...what he's doing.

And I pray that wherever he is,
he's safe.

That someone's
taking good care of him.

And that someday, by some miracle...

...I will get to see him again.

But until that miracle happens,
I can't break.

I need to be here for him.

We need to be here for him.

But we won't, Walter. We're breaking.

Our marriage, this is breaking us.

And I can't let that happen.

I need you, my love.

I've lost Peter...

...I can't bear to lose you too.

Don't go to work tomorrow.

Stay home this week.

Forget the lab, forget Florida.

Let's put our marriage back together.

Welcome back, sir.

Morning, Dr. Bishop.

Morning.

Dr. Bishop, it's almost dark and
there's still no sign of either of them.

I found this. It's Olivia's.

Hi.

How'd you find me?

I guess tulips don't normally
grow around here.

But...

...how'd you know I'd come here?

Because it's the only drawing
that looked happy.

My name's Peter.

Mine's Olivia.

Don't.

Be careful.

I'm not scared.

What happened?

My step-dad did it.

So everyone's looking for you.

I messed up.

Now he's gonna send me home.

Who?

Dr. Walter.

Did you tell him?

Walter, I mean,
about your step-dad hitting you?

I don't think he'd do anything.

My mom...

My mom was telling me you gotta
imagine how you want things to be.

And then you can try and change them.

Do you trust him?

Walter?

You should tell him.

You gotta try something, right?

I think I cooled off by now.

Did you imagine that?

The last time we saw her was before 5.

We went looking ourselves,
but it got dark.

Your son and the girl
know each other?

No. He's not from here.
He doesn't even know the area.

Look, they're back.

Peter!

Olivia, where were you?

Oh, God.

Oh, my God. Are you all right? Yeah?

Come on, let's get you inside.

- Please.
- Okay.

Okay. Thank you.

Let's go. Come on.

Come on.

Okay, your stepfather's on his way.

Olivia, sweetie, we were all so worried
about you. What were you thinking?

I want to see Dr. Walter.

- You can see him tomorrow, your step...
- No!

I have to see him now.

Olivia, you can't see him now, okay?
He's... Olivia, you...

My stepfather did this.

He hits me.

That's when I crossed over
to the other universe.

Look.

That's where I saw the blimps.

Just like you said.

They were in the sky
in the other universe.

Can you make him stop hitting me?

Please.

Olive?

Olivia...

...what is it? What's wrong?

I'm sorry, Dr. Bishop.

I hope our little princess hasn't
caused you too much trouble.

No trouble at all.

Come on, Olivia.
I've been worried sick.

Let's get you home.

Before you go...

...I want you to understand...

...that this girl is very special to me.

And if anything harmful
should happen to her...

...anything to frighten her...

...or make her uncomfortable
in the least...

...I will not hesitate
to inform Social Services.

In which case, I have
certain government friends...

...who could insure that you'll be
facing significant troubles for yourself.

Do you understand me?

Dear, you go home and get some rest.

And...

...we'll see if we can figure out
a new way tomorrow.

All right?

- I'm sorry.
- Hm?

When I ran off,
I'm sorry if I scared you.

Peter, it's...

I'm never going back...

...am I?

Listen to me.

Sometimes the world we have
is not the world we want.

But we have our hearts and
our imaginations to make the best of it.

I will promise you this.

I will be the best mother
I possibly can be to you.

I'll take care of you.

I will protect you.

And I'll never let anyone
take you away from me.

No one, not ever.

But you're not her.

Are you?

You're not my real mother.

You were sick.

You were very sick
for a long, long time.

And I think it confused you.

Yes.

I am your mother. Of course I am.

Now...

...you go off and wash
your hands for dinner, okay?

Okay...

...Mom.

Hello?

Elizabeth, it's me.

I know where our son is.

I know where Peter was taken.