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You have to come back...

Previously on Fringe...

Because you belong with me.

Make the switch.

Welcome back.

Please, let me out of here.

Please, let me out of here!

And our Agent Dunham,
has she made contact?

She's on the other side now.

Walter says this tech
isn't from here.

They can have an army that can
look like anyone they want them to.

The shape-shifter's blood
is mercury.

I have everything you need
for your new identity.

Careful, their side might be alluring,
but, they started the war.

I don't care how long you've been here.
This is my operation, you work for me.

What else did you come up with?

And you can't say pirate again.

Definitely a banker.

A banker?

Persian Kid Rock?

His long hair is just his link
to his individuality.

I think they work together.

She's wearing her sexiest black dress,
so somewhere deep inside of her,

she was hoping this dinner
was about something else.

Not work.
But she was wrong.

Yes, she was.

That, however, is truly impressive.

He's a little short for her,
I'll grant you that.

But not when you stand him
on his money.

Careful.
Your con man's showing.

I think I just understand
transactional needs.

Each party has something
the other party wants.

She gets security, he gets her.

We all draw
our moral lines in the sand.

And unless you can put yourself
in another man's shoes,

I don't think you can really
judge their situations.

But look at the body language.

They haven't slept together yet.

You can always tell when a relationship
is about to take that next step.

I had a really nice time tonight.

Me too.

But unfortunately,
if I don't get home,

Walter's gonna start
wondering where I am.

And then he'll probably start
calling the emergency rooms.

Shall we?

Thanks.
Have a good night.

- Could you give me a moment?
- Of course. I'll be outside.

- Hi, Senator Van Horn.
- Hi, girls.

I've been looking for lemonade all day.
You know where I can find some?

- We're selling lemonade.
- You are? Perfect!

Mrs. Van Horn has me
running all over town.

I am parched.

That looks delicious.
How much?

- $1.00.
- $1.00?

- We made it ourselves.
- I don't know.

This just might be
the best lemonade I have ever had.

I'll see you, okay?

Wait!
You forgot your change!

Victim is unresponsive.
Possible head injury.

- I don't feel a pulse. Charge v-fib?
- Not yet.

- But he has no pulse.
- Then why is he still breathing?

I heard on the news.
I got here as fast as I could.

- How is he?
- I don't know.

They won't tell me anything.

I want information
on James Van Horn.

- Prep for intubation and alert the OR.
- OR is standing by.

Get me a CBC and tox screen.
What's his BP?

I'm not getting anything.
He has no pressure.

Start CPR.

What the hell is
going on with this guy?

- Stand aside, please.
- You can't be in here.

Stay here.

Stop right there!

Freeze!

FBI!
Drop your weapon!

You, come here!

- I will kill her!
- Drop your weapon! Do it!

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You can't seriously expect me to believe
that you're okay with this.

William's last wish was that your father
take over this company,

my personal feelings
are not at issue.

With a basement lab in Harvard,

Walter was able to open a wormhole
into another dimension

that essentially shredded
all the laws of science.

I can't wait to see what he's capable
with a multibillion-dollar corporation.

Your father made some
regrettable choices in the past,

but his brilliance is undeniable.

It was that intellect
that William Bell believed in.

And frankly, so do I.

It's not his intellect
I'm concerned about.

So beautiful,

it is absolutely breathtaking.

Somewhere
between pudding and foie gras.

Why do I bring this up?
You, with the red hair.

It's black.

I see red.
Answer the question.

I'm really not sure why we're talking
about brain physiology.

Dear God.

How can you be so limited?

When William Bell
created this company,

he knew one thing to be true.

Brain and the mind
are capable of so much.

Don't you see...

that the brain is consciousness?

The mind is God!

There are no limits,

except for those
that we impose on ourselves.

Open your eyes.
Open, open.

Inspiration is everywhere.

Do you know how lucky you are
to play in this sandbox?

My heart is racing.
God!

Is anyone else hot in here?

- Sorry to interrupt.
- You're just in time for the good...

Time to put your pants back on.
We got a case. We have to go.

Of course.

I'll just get my things.

He's a bit unorthodox.

He's also tripping
his brains out right now.

You know that, right?

Van Horn was admitted at 1400 hours.

Newton came in 15 minutes later
and went on a shooting spree.

Look at that.
It's like he's got no fear.

Clearly, Van Horn was
an operative of Newton's.

We can only assume Newton knew
Van Horn's identity as a shape-shifter

would be revealed
after he was injured in the crash.

So Newton came here to retrieve him.

And when he couldn't,
he shut him up.

In the right light,
your hair looks like

strands of lemon diamonds.

- He self-medicated this morning.
- Don't worry.

I do some of my finest work
self-medicated.

Good,

because not only was James Van Horn

a sitting US senator
with top level clearance,

he was a good man.

I want to know how long ago
he was replacedand for what purpose.

I want a full accounting
of every committee he sat on,

every classified briefing he had.

I'll make sure
that his office is locked down.

If they can get to a sitting senator,
the government could be compromised.

I know.

I'm gonna call
Dan Gilmore at the CDC

and arrange blood tests
for everyone on the hill.

Examine the body,
see what you can find.

Of course.

I think I'll go examine the body
and see what I can find.

So is it a machine?

Where can I purchase
some candy buttons?

Those little candies
attached to rolls of paper.

Do they still make those?

I wouldn't know.
I try not to eat sugar.

So if it's not a machine,
it's human?

Nerve hook.

To answer your question,

it is neither...

and both.

Part machine,

part organic.

A shape-shifter.

Such an inspired creation.

Frankly,

I'm a little envious
that Belly thought of it before I did.

How's it going in here?

You'll be happy to know

that having something to focus on...

is calming...

the vividness of my hallucinations.

I think I'll probably be able
to take it from here, Agent.

Thank you.

So, Walter.

I'm glad she's gone.

Very negative energy.

It seems pretty specific,
don't you think, Walter?

- One shot, right through the eye?
- That's a good question.

Assuming...

that Newton shot the shape-shifter
to incapacitate him,

perhaps...

this is the location
of some sort of power source.

So assuming that you're right,
do you think we could fix it?

Fix him?

We could try.

- What were you thinking?
- Van Horn was in a car accident.

He was a liability.
I had to act quickly.

What did he know?

He was a senior operative.
He knew everything.

- Did he know about me?
- Of course.

Who do you think provided the info
on Olivia Dunham and the Fringe team?

Don't worry.
He's been disabled.

Or as you people call it, he's dead.

He can't talk,
and data recovery's impossible.

Your cover's safe,

for now.

What do you mean,
my cover is safe for now?

I don't know
what your mission is, Olivia,

and you've made it very clear
that it's none of my concern.

Whatever it is,

I imagine it requires you
to gain Peter Bishop's complete trust.

What makes you think
that I don't already have it?

Maybe it's because I'm looking in
from the outside, but...

I'm willing to wager that somewhere,

deep inside his brain,

Peter Bishop senses that something
is not quite right with you,

that something has changed,

that you're not his Olivia.

You need to remember
who you're talking to.

You're in over your head.

You're not fully committed
to this task,

and because of that, you will fail.

Did you know,

in the 19th century,

hatmakers used mercury

to flatten the fur on hat brims?

Sadly, the mercury caused
significant brain damage.

Hence, where Lewis Carroll
got the term "mad hatter".

Thank you, Walter.

That will be very helpful
next time I'm on Jeopardy!.

I can't animate this shape-shifter.

Not here.

Perhaps if we moved the body
back to my lab...

Sure,

I'll have the body transferred
back to Harvard right away.

My other lab.

The equipment of Massive Dynamic
is state of the art.

I'll call Nina right now.

I think I might be peaking again.

Peter, perhaps
chamomile tea would help.

Stop, stop.

What'd you just do, Walter?

I must have triggered something.

So how's it going in here?

Agent Dunham, good news.

It seems this tin can
is still kicking.

Agent Astrid Farnsworth.

I'm here to see Dr. Bishop.

I've got an "Astro" Farnsworth.

That's me.

You know,
the old me would have been...

really disgusted by that.

Finally.
Did you get everything on the list?

- I don't even want to know.
- Which one are you referring to?

Both.

Did you get the candy buttons?

- Do you really think that he's...
- They're for me.

Now, do you mind telling me
what all this stuff is for?

We're making a treasure map.

Somewhere inside this creature

is a data storage unit,
and now that he's alive,

I'm going to find it.

Using those items as visual stimuli,

we are going to map
its neural pathways...

well, what we would
think of as its brain.

- And what are we hoping to find?
- Its memories, Astrid.

Everything it knows.

Who it was working for.

If there were others.

You look shocked.

You just called me Astrid.

You never get my name right.

Must be the LSD.

These are Senator Van Horn's
Homeland Security briefings,

- going back three years.
- Great. Thank you.

I can handle this,
if you wanna go check on Walter,

see how he's doing.

Astrid must be there by now.

If they've learned anything,
I'm sure they'll call.

The senator made requests
for classified intelligence

29 times last month.

- There's nothing here.
- If he's like the other shape-shifters,

he's gonna be careful.
He's not gonna leave anything here

that would tell us
he wasn't the senator.

Except for one thing.

He didn't know that today
was the day he was gonna die.

Unless he had someone come
in here and clean up after him,

there's gotta be something.

It's Rachel.
I should take this.

Tell her I said hi.

Hey, Rache, what's up?

Do you know it's customary
to leave one message,

and the caller will get back to you?
Not thirty.

He's alive.

Van Horn is alive.

- That's impossible.
- You underestimated them.

He's on the 23rd floor
of Massive Dynamic.

Dr. Bishop's working on him now.

- I'll take care of it.
- You'd better.

I think I found something.

What is it?

It's you.

You...

and me...

and Walter...

All of us.

Every case we ever worked on.

He knew everything.

You wannna pretend
the train's going into the station?

I'm 7 1/2, mom.

You forget you're dealing with
a very mature young man here.

I'll tell them we don't want any.

Come on, asparagus, it's great.

And it'll make your pee smell funny.

Real funny.

Hello, Ray.

I have an assignment for you.

The body's in the lab
on the 23rd floor.

You expect me
to break into Massive Dynamic?

You don't have to.

Just shift into a new body

assigned to you still,
someone with clearance.

It shouldn't be a problem.

Is it?

I'm just surprised.
I haven't seen you in five years.

You know, that's the way it works.

After this mission,
you'll take a new identity.

And Ray?

No traces left behind.

Nothing that can expose us.

Understood?

I'll contact you when it's done.

Good.

I've got Bureau agents stationed
throughout the building,

and an NYPD security detail
has set up a perimeter.

So what makes you think that Newton

would try to recover
the shape-shifter?

I'd rather be wrong than sorry.

- Good, I heard you were back.
- Hold on, Walter, hold on.

According to the files
in Van Horn's office,

he's been collecting intel
for the last two years.

Which suggests when he was shifted.
Besides Newton,

anything about other shape-shifters?
That would tell us

who they're working with,
how they get their orders?

So did you find anything in DC?

We ran blood tests on every person who
works on the hill. Everyone checks out.

What about the DOD and FBI?

The shape-shifters could have
infiltrated their ranks too.

We're testing everyone with
a level four classification or above.

We've gotta go wider.
Van Horn can't be the only one.

- There's just no way...
- Maybe we should just ask him.

- What?
- That's what I've been trying to say.

If you want to know who
the shape-shifter's been working with,

I think we should just ask him.

Is it even possible that there's
recoverable data left in Van Horn?

Walter thinks so. We've been trying
various techniques to locate it.

At first, we did not have
very much luck.

With everyday objects, the shape-shifter
only had a minimal reaction.

But then we tried
something more personal.

Watch the monitors closely.

Here's what happens

when I show it a toy car.

No neural activity.

But...

when I show...

a photograph
of the senator's wife...

So those areas
are where the data is?

We haven't found any data storage.

Not yet, we haven't,
but I believe we can continue

to revive the neural pathways

by playing upon this emotional tie.

I'm not following, Walter.
It's a machine.

And to succeed in its mission,

it needed to play
the role of a spouse.

And pretending to have
an emotional connection

caused a real one to form.

The ability to process
complex emotions

is built into the machine's
operating system.

We just needed a stronger
trigger to find the data.

We need to use Van Horn's wife.

I don't think we can ask that
of a civilian, Walter.

Not to mention the security clearance
it would require.

It's the only way.

Broyles, I know
she's a friend of yours,

- but if we could get at that data...
- I don't think it's a good idea.

Imagine the panic
if she talks to the press.

I've known Patricia Van Horn
for most of my adult life.

Her character's beyond question.

If she's willing to help us,
I'm willing to trust her.

Hey, buddy, what
are you still doing up?

I didn't sound the monster alarm,

but I think he's here.

Where?

Under the bed.

You know...

sometimes...

monsters aren't all that bad.

Sometimes...

if you get to
spend some time with them,

they can be very surprising.

They can be...

incredibly sweet...

and pure...

and capable of great,

great love.

And then,

one of them might actually become
your very, very best friend.

But you're my best friend.

Yeah, that's right.

Are you going to work?

Come check on me when you get back?

I will.

Patricia, this is Agent
Olivia Dunham and Peter Bishop.

- Hello.
- Hi.

I'm, I'm sorry.

I know that what we're
asking you to do is difficult.

Frankly, it all seems
a bit beyond comprehension.

Last week was
our granddaughter's first birthday.

You should have seen the way
Jim held her in his arms.

He was so happy.

And now,
the thought that he was really this...

thing.

If this is too much for you...

I want to be here.

I want to know who did this
to my husband.

That's what we're hoping
to find out too.

You ready?

I'm ready.

Hi, James.

It's me, Patricia.

Can you hear me?

Is that what you want?

It's perfect.

But if you could please talk to him
and not at him.

It's quiet in the house without you.

I finished the curtains.

I can't sleep.
It's just something to do.

This is not good.

Maybe if you could touch him.

Perhaps a gentle caress or tickle.

Excuse me?

I'm just suggesting possible ways...

It's okay. I understand.

Jim...

The kids have been asking for you.

Grayson called yesterday.

Neural activity is rising.

Lucy said her first word.

"Shoes".

It's working.
We're close.

I've been thinking
of all the years we had.

I know it wasn't always easy.

I'm sorry I didn't know...

you were gone.

I don't know...

how I didn't know.

You would have known.

I know you would have.

The lower base of his spine.

No, something's wrong.
It doesn't make any sense.

I don't know
if you can ever forgive me, but I...

- I'm so sorry...
- 11, 10, 12, Whitefield.

11, 13,

- 16, Beaufain.
- Walter, what's happening?

- I don't know.
- 11, 17, Essex.

It could be ciphertext,
like a code, maybe.

- No, he's on a loop.
- 11, 13...

- Stop it!
- That's enough!

What was that?

I don't know.

Maybe we triggered a corrupted file,

a mishmash of discarded data.

I know what that was.

Next month was our anniversary.

The Beaufain,
the Whitefield, the Essex,

they're all hotels.

We were leaving November 10th.

We're done here.

Let me take you home.

Did it help?

Did you find
what you were looking for?

You've done more than enough.

It's no use.

There has to be a way
to salvage more data.

The shape-shifter's system's
too badly damaged.

Any data in there is likely lost.

One thing I do know for sure,

I am no longer high.

Walter, why don't we take a break
and get something to eat?

I don't have an appetite.

Maybe just a change of scenery
might clear your head,

make you feel better.

I suppose so.

Walter, I thought you said
you weren't hungry?

I'm eating for comfort.

To think what I put
that poor woman through,

and the most activity we saw
occured in the shape-shifter's ass.

It was his lower spine, Walter.

Look, animal cookies.

- You love these.
- No.

Belly loved them.

I occasionally eat them
to honor him, that is all.

I'm just trying to cheer you up.

Thank you.

Belly always thought
that dinosaur cookies

would have been a better idea.

Velociraptor, mm!

Dilophosaurus, yum!

I was more of
a stegosaurus fan myself.

That was Belly's favorite too.

The funny thing about stegosaurus...

Walter, what just happened?

I'll be right back.

Don't eat my pudding.

Did you know that the stegosaurus
had a brain in its ass?

Why didn't I think of it?

The stegosaurus has

a massive cluster of nerves
above the rump,

the sacral ganglion.

Evolutionary leap.

Separating short term memory
from long term memory.

Belly, you ingenious son of a bitch.

- Dr. Bishop, go right ahead.
- Thank you.

You're not authorized to be up here.

Police are strictly
working the lobby.

Sir.

Patricia Van Horn was living
with a shape-shifter for two years.

She must have noticed
something different.

Shape-shifters are good
at their job, you know?

I've been thinking about it.

Maybe she did notice,

and she just made excuses for herself
not to have to deal with it.

Or she came up with ways
to explain it to herself.

Kind of like I've been
doing with you.

With me?

With all the little differences

ever since we got back
from the other side.

You did tell me that your experiences
on the other side changed you,

but since you got back, it's like...

It's like you're
a completely different person.

You seem less burdened.
You're more patient with Walter.

Don't get me wrong, I like it.
The change is good.

But it's different.

- Where's Walter?
- I don't know.

He said he'd be right back.

Astrid, I need you
to adjust that light.

Step away from him.

Stay right there.

Don't move.

It was in his spine.
I was right.

Yeah, you were right.

He's probably just gone
to the restroom or something.

No, he left his pudding.
Something must be wrong.

Excuse me.

That cop, it must have been him.

You look for Walter,
I'll go after the shape-shifter.

Walter, look at me.

Son?

The stegosaurus, Peter.

It has two brains.

That's what they were after.

I couldn't find him.
So is he all right?

He took a pretty bad knock
on the head.

I'll be fine.

This is Dunham.
We're on floor 23.

- I need the EMTS here now, please.
- Listen to me, there was someone here.

We know, Walter.
There was a shape-shifter here.

And they took what we were after.
He took the data out of Van Horn.

Walter, oh, my God!

What?

Walter, are you okay?

Under the circumstances, I'm fine.

- I could have been killed.
- What are you doing?

The security cameras.
If we can ID the shape-shifter,

maybe we can catch him
before he changes bodies.

Come on.

Ownership has its privileges.

You didn't shift.

I didn't have to.

I got it.

Don't worry about them.
I took care of it. We're clean.

Why did you do that?

I didn't.

I couldn't understand
your hesitation.

I saw it, but...

I didn't understand it.

I do now.

It's...

It's them, isn't it?

I got the disc.
I found a way...

And now it's time for you
to move on.

This is my life.

And now you'll have another life,
just like you had another one before.

This is simply
a way station for you.

A stop along the way.

It's what we do.
It's what we're made for.

It means so much to me...

and I've come to mean
so much to them.

How can you ask me to give them up?

I suppose I can't.

Keep your hands
where I can see them!

Get back in your car!

I need to reach Agent Broyles.
It's urgent.

Newton.
Newton, where is it?

- Is he alive?
- Where is it?

He's breathing.

- Does he have the disc?
- I can't find it, but...

we can search properly
when I get him into custody.

All right.

Is the Van Horn disc secure?

It is.

You're gonna have a very
difficult time without me, you know?

There are plenty of machines here.

I can befriend a vacuum cleaner.

You're very good at that.

At what?

At continuing to try to convince
yourself that you don't care.

But you do care, don't you?

Every night...

when your head hits the pillow...

in the last moments
before you go to sleep,

your emotions betray you...

and you question your ability
to pull this off.

Words like, "integrity",
"self-respect",

they haunt you.

They form a line
that you're unwilling to cross...

and that will lead to your undoing.

But I suppose
that's not my problem anymore.

Here you go.

I lied to you.

About what?

I don't want to talk.