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I intend to restore balance to our world.

(Male announcer) Previously, on Fringe.

(Female reporter) An unstable wormhole that would not close

was quarantined by Fringe Division.

Citizens encased in quarantined amber

have been ruled legally dead.

We gave you the ability to identify

things from the other side.

(Olivia) Was it me who described it as a glimmer?

There's something that I have to talk to you about.

About her, fake Olivia.

When you asked me to come back to this world with you,

you said-- that you belonged with me.

And so I came back for you,

and we started seeing each other.

I thought she was you, Olivia.

(Olivia) She wasn't me.

How could you not see that?

Now she's everywhere.

She's in my house, my job, my bed.

I don't want to live in my apartment,

and I don't want to be with you.

(Man) Okay, we need a secret word

in case I need to make a quick escape.

You'll be fine.

I just don't know what I'm gonna talk about.

Come on, they're my friends.

Just as long as you don't discuss religion or politics.

Oh!

Well, it is lovely weather we're having today.

See? You do smalltalk just as good as anyone.

Evenin', folks. What unit?

Uh, Kimball, 7-C.

Enjoy. - Thanks. - Thanks.

Oh, is the elevator not working?

No, it's workin'.

[Bell dings]

Good luck.

[Echoing thud]

Evening, Mrs. Marcello.

Where you heading?

The Schrodinger Hotel, on Flatbush.

You're not leaving too, are you?

I can't take it anymore, Jimmy.

I haven't slept in weeks.

Come on, it's not that bad.

Yet--and I'm not sticking around

to find out how bad it's gonna get.

I'm not spending another minute in this building.

All right, all right. At least let me hail you a cab.

[Horn honking]

[Indistinct party chatter]

See? I told you know where Brooklyn is.

Oh, my God. You made it.

Hi.

You must be Chris. It's so nice to meet you.

California bubbly?

Mm, I like him already.

Come in, come in.

Most people are out on the balcony.

Why don't you guys head out,

and I'll get some drinks.

Here, I'll come with you.

Uh, wine?

Surprise me.

[Chuckles]

He is handsome.

And sweet and funny.

And your age, finally.

Hey, try some of this chicken.

It's amazing.

He's great, and at this point,

we're practically living together.

- Really? - Who are you living with?

Hey, Rick. Her boyfriend.

So...have you given him a section of your closet?

And half the medicine cabinet.

[Whirring]

- Rick! - All right.

All right, I'll call the building manager.

Yesterday, the stove comes on

completely by itself.

Yeah, now we just need to teach it

to make us breakfast.

Hey! I'm serious. This is not funny.

It's kind of funny.

Yeah.

[Choking]

Sylvia?

[Choking]

Sylvia...

You okay? What's in those?

I don't know, what's it? Some type of barbecue?

[Choking] Get my--get my purse!

She's having some kind of allergic reaction!

Go get Chris!

Where's Chris?

I'm Chris. Sylvia can't breathe.

She needs her purse.

It's with her coat.

To the Schrodinger, corner of Flatbush--

[Mrs. Marcello gasping]

♪ Fringe 3x14 ♪ 6B Original Air Date on February 18, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman == == for www.addic7ed.com ==

♪ Yum, yum, pigs, bum, pancakes blue ♪

O.J., fresh fruit...

What's the occasion, Walter?

Oh, nothing special.

But for the past couple of weeks,

no new cases and...

Somehow that has translated into...

Never seeing Olivia.

And I, for one, miss her.

Any reason why you didn't

mention this to me last night?

Well, would you believe it slipped my mind?

No, I would not.

You know, Walter,

whatever's happening between Olivia and I--

or not happening, as the case may be--

is really between us.

It's none of your concern.

Your happiness is my concern.

And while that's very sweet,

I'm begging you, please...

Don't try and force things, okay?

I'm not forcing anything.

[Knock on door]

Good morning, Walter.

Yes, it is.

It's good to see you, dear.

So what was so important?

Hmm? Important?

Breakfast.

The most important meal of the day,

and I proved it in 1973.

Blueberry pancakes.

This a Bishop family specialty

best eaten while still warm.

Walter, you didn't have to do this.

That's exactly what I told him.

Ooh, there's something missing.

He wants us to spend time together.

The three of us?

[Romantic music plays]

No, just the two.

♪ ♪

Walter!

♪ ♪

He's not lying, though.

The pancakes are fantastic.

♪ ♪

I'm gonna head back to the office.

Olivia.

Look, I don't approve of his methodology,

but...since we're here,

we might as well take advantage of the situation

and just talk about what's bothering you.

I don't really know what to say.

Look, I know that you still think about her.

I know you had feelings for her.

And that you still do.

And, frankly,

I don't think you've been completely honest with me.

[Chuckles softly]

Well, you're right.

I mean, I haven't told you everything.

Mostly because I didn't think that you...

That I could handle it?

I know that you struggle with trust issues.

You have a difficult time letting people in.

Well, I-I'm struggling because the reasons are real.

I'm not making them up.

I know.

I never wanted to be one of the reasons.

And I still think about her,

because I spent so long imagining

going down that path with you.

Imagining what it would be like

to wake up in a bed next to you.

To sit around, just the two of us

having a cup of coffee, reading the paper.

And then finally, I had it.

I've seen what the two of us together looks like.

And it's beautiful.

Peter, she's the one that took it away from us,

not me.

And now?

Who's the one stopping us now?

[Cell phone ringing]

[Beep]

Dunham.

Yes, sir. We'll be right there.

I'm gonna go get Walter.

(Olivia) Okay.

Hey, cupid!

Did my plan work?

Well, if your plan was to make things

even more awkward and painful

between Olivia and I, yeah, worked like a charm.

Perhaps I should have made a frittata.

Six people attending a party

on the seventh floor fell to their deaths last night.

One second, they were standing on the balcony.

They next second, they were hitting the sidewalk.

But the all jumped?

[Chuckles] Like a flash mob...

of suicide.

But jumpers don't usually take their patio furniture

when they commit suicide.

They find any structural damage

to the balcony they were standing on?

First responders didn't detect anything.

That doorman, Jimmy Smith, was on duty when they fell.

Okay, well, I'll meet you guys upstairs.

Jimmy, I'm, uh, Agent Olivia Dunham.

I was wondering if I could ask you a couple questions

about what happened here last night.

I don't know-- I don't know what happened.

I was helping Mrs. Marcello hail a cab.

This body just... hit the ground.

Then another and then...

They all just came down.

But at once?

Like they all jumped at the same time?

Maybe it's true what they say about this place.

What do they say?

Sylvia has a peanut allergy,

and I guess something that we had catered

triggered an attack.

I ran out to the balcony to get her boyfriend.

We were so busy with Sylvia that...

By the time we heard the screams,

everyone was...gone.

(Walter) Don't be a daredevil.

I'm not, I'm not, I'm not.

I don't think these people jumped.

You're right.

And even if they just... went over the railing,

they would have landed farther out.

Yeah. Simple physics.

Instead...they landed directly below us.

It's as if they went straight through

the balcony.

Let's not push it, all right?

It's fascinating. How--how do six people

fall though a solid floor?

Uh, ghosts.

Apparently the residents think

that the Rosencrantz Building is haunted.

Unexplained phenomena

has been happening here for a while.

Unexplained phenomena?

Yeah, the water pipes would be replaced,

and then two days later, explode.

Or the electricity will go on and then go off, unexplained.

People have been reporting odd sounds.

That described just about every, single prewar building.

Well, half the tenants have already moved out.

Now that people have fallen through the balconies,

I'm pretty sure they're about to lose the other half.

Any ideas, Walter?

I know what's happening here.

Ten times, I've flipped this coin.

And ten times, I've gotten heads!

That's fairly inconceivable.

The laws of physics are being disrupted here.

The balcony-- here one second,

gone the next. What are you saying, Walter?

That, like the other universe,

our world is starting to come apart at the seams.

And the tear is beginning right here!

(Walter) Damn it.

Walter, what are you looking for?

My seismograph.

How am I supposed to measure microquakes

without my damn seismographs?

Walter, we keep 'em in the back.

Then why are you all sitting around?

I'll go get it.

You know, a thank you wouldn't kill you.

Oh, I'm sorry if at this moment,

when the universe is collapsing,

I forgot the magic word.

(Olivia) Walter, I understand that you're worried,

but at the moment, we don't know for sure

that what we're dealing with is a soft spot.

It is not a soft spot, dear.

It is a hole,

which could potentially lead to a vortex.

Right, with the operative word being potential.

Yes, agreed, we need proof.

And that's where you come in.

I want all the data we can glean from that location.

Digital spectrometer.

Radiological survey meter.

We need to track any irregularities.

Walter, this is still hypothetical.

Peter, I know that this is not

exactly precise science.

Perhaps you'd prefer that I put Olivia

into a heightened state of fear and anxiety

in the hopes that she may get a glimmer

from the other side.

That's not what I meant.

Here's your seismograph.

Thank you, Astrid.

Okay, Walter, we're gonna go set this up at the Rosencrantz.

If any seismic activity happens,

you'll be the first to know.

Uh, yes. Thank you!

Please! Hocus pocus! Whatever you want to hear.

Walter, what's all that about?

Nothing.

Do you remember the chemical attack

on the commuter bus some years ago?

Yeah, it was one of our first cases.

I want the case file,

and I want my lab notes for the case, please.

How come?

Oh, dear God.

Is it "second guess everything I do" day?

Because I haven't been informed.

I'll get you the file, Walter.

Okay, the seismograph is online.

(Peter) All right, Walter, we've got everything set up.

Well, can't you do that from there?

[Sighs] Okay, fine.

We'll stay here.

Yeah. Bye.

You're kidding. He wants us to stay here.

I mean, he knows it's 12 degrees out here?

He said to stay close in case we have any

last-second calibrations.

Do you really think that this is the end of the world

as we know it?

If it is, there's no reason

to wait outside in the cold for it.

There's a bar right across the street.

Wait, you think that now is the time

to be throwing back shots?

Who said anything about downing shots?

Maybe they got fries.

Well, now you're talking.

Evening, Mrs. Merchant.

Hello, Jimmy.

[Bell dings]

[Doors squeak open]

[Upbeat music on jukebox]

♪ ♪

Mystery selection, coming up.

Is it Feelings?

[Laughs] No.

[Laughs]

Did I ever tell you about the time

Walter did his rendition of

Never, Never Gonna Give You Up for me?

No, but I actually love Barry White.

He was only wearing his socks at the time.

Uck. He was doing the hustle.

There was a lot going on.

Okay, that's enough.

You know when you were talking earlier about...

What it felt like when you thought you were with me?

And you said that...

It was beautiful.

Yeah.

I want to know what that feels like.

♪ ♪

But...

♪ ♪

[Ominous music]

Olivia? What?

I just need to get some air.

I'm sorry.

Olivia.

Look, whatever that was,

if you think that it's a mistake--

Peter...You glimmered.

When we kissed. You glimmered.

So you're afraid.

Afraid of what?

That you were right.

That this isn't just about her.

It was, but I think that this is me.

I think that I'm stopping us.

Maybe I'm just incapable of being vulnerable.

Olivia, come on,

you know that that's not true.

It must be.

I'm terrified.

That I can't fix this.

That...that this is just who I am.

What do you see?

[Beeping]

Peter?

Are you getting these readings?

What's happening?

I don't know. I'll call you right back.

Peter?

What happened?

Who was he?

My husband.

His ghost.

[Crackling]

Nothing.

I thought there'd be some radiation leakage

from over there.

So you're not buying that it's her husband's ghost?

There's no such thing as ghosts.

That's where you draw the line?

Ghosts?

Belly and I used to argue about this constantly--

what happens to the body's energy

after death.

William theorized we should be able

to capture that energy

using what he called soul magnets.

It's a catchy name.

[Chuckles]

He said if he were right,

he would contact me from the great beyond.

I haven't gotten the call yet.

Well, if she didn't see her husband's ghost,

then what did Mrs. Merchant see?

Mrs. Merchant...

When was the first time you saw you saw your husband?

You mean after he died?

He's been visiting...

For a couple months now.

Oh.

Looks like you two were together for a long time.

Almost 45 years.

These photographs are beautiful.

Was he a photographer?

He liked to pretend he was.

[Chuckles] Oh.

When we'd travel,

he'd tell people we worked for National Geographic.

Oh, oh, I know that that--

that sounds horrible.

No. But that little fib

got us into a few restricted

but spectacular places.

We never had children, so...that was our thing.

Huh.

We made a hell of a team.

Forgive me, but how did Derek die?

It was stupid.

The fuse box blew, like it always did.

And we flipped a coin, like usual.

Whenever there was a chore, neither of us wanted to do,

we'd flip for it.

Derek lost this time.

There was a short in the wiring.

He died instantly.

After his death, you must have been devastated.

Is that when he started coming to you?

No.

I couldn't get out of bed after the funeral.

We've been together since we were 20.

He was part of me.

Then he was gone.

So when did you first see him

after he died?

A few days after.

Around dinner.

For a second, I forgot.

I wondered what Derek...

Was in the mood to eat.

And then I remembered...

He was gone.

And all I felt was despair.

All I wanted was him.

Even if that meant...

Dying myself.

And that's when he came.

He came to be with me.

When I needed him.

How long did you two live here?

Oh...

Over 40 years.

Derek owned this apartment.

I moved in after we got married.

Oh.

Walter, why did you ask that question?

How long had she lived here?

What--what does it matter?

Because...

If her husband had this apartment,

then it stands to reason

that her husband's double

has this apartment on the other side.

Which proves I'm right.

The universe is breaking apart at this very spot.

That woman is seeing through to the other side

and mistaking the other Derek for her husband.

Which is why I can see him too.

Yes!

And if the fabric separating our universe

is so thin that Mrs. Merchant

can see through it...

Th-this is not good at all.

Walter, I understand why she can see through

and I can't, but...how is it

that Mrs. Merchant can see through?

Right now, I'm not interested in how, Peter.

I'm more concerned about what happens next.

Which is...

Imagine this is the soft spot in the universe...

But every incident...

Weakens it a little more.

Until, eventually...

A vortex...

A gaping hole,

that sucks in and obliterates

everything around it.

Just like we've seen happen on the other side.

Walter, I found it.

Oh.

Good. What took so long?

The FBI had transferred the case files

to Massive Dynamic.

Which file?

The commuter bus attacks several years ago.

How is that relevant?

I've been worried about this

since we returned from the other side.

How we would respond if a vortex opened up here.

How we would plug the bridge.

Walter, please don't tell me that you're thinking--

what am I missing?

We would do the same thing

as they did over there.

The government asked us to analyze this

for its military properties.

No one had ever seen anything like it before,

so there was concern.

With good reason.

If I'm right, this has a composition

similar to the material that Walternate uses.

We need half a dozen of our best scientists.

And that...nervous fellow, Brandon.

Dr. Bishop, let me get this straight.

Are you really suggesting

that the FBI encased that building in amber?

Perhaps the whole block.

Tell them they can refer to my lab notes.

Oh, stop, Walter.

I mean, we've seen what the amber's done

to the other side, with thousands of people trapped.

Not to mention the public reaction.

We'd be looking at mass hysteria.

I understand, but how do you think

the public will react

if that soft spot turns into a vortex?

A black hole that swallows up half of Brooklyn.

We should get started.

(Olivia) Okay, I understand

that it's a last resort, but it's a bad last resort.

Well, you know more about this

than any of us do.

What's the protocol they use over there?

Okay, well, the Fringe team goes in

and, uh, assesses the scope of the damage.

Then they set a perimeter.

They evacuate as many people as they can.

Once the canister is in place,

the gas is dispersed,

and within seconds, the amber solidifies.

[Sighs]

I need to run this up the channels.

Not exactly how you imagined meeting the President, huh?

I already know him.

He doesn't like me. I beat him at golf.

What are you thinking?

Well, uh, I understand Walter's concerns,

but there's got to be another way, right?

I'm gonna access the information that we've got

on the other soft spots.

Walter still doesn't understand what's causing the incidents.

But if this is a new soft spot, then why there?

Why that building?

If we could figure that out,

maybe we could figure out how to stop it.

Okay, well, let's pull up all the geological reports

from the Rosencrantz as well,

going back to the first reported incident,

and see what we're missing.

We've never done the parameters based on your notes.

And we think this mixture should replicate

the compound you're looking for.

So how's it going?

Walter, are you all right?

For a long time, I've been willing

to think the worst of Walternate.

That he was an evil man.

Willing to use any means necessary

to get what he needed.

I suppose it made it easy to justify what I did.

Now we're faced with the same decision.

And I'm arguing that we do exactly what he did.

What sort of person does that make me?

One who's asking the right questions.

You don't think he grappled with them too?

[Beeping]

[Crackling]

The compound is ready, sir.

There's nothing unusual beneath the surface.

There's no subway tunnels,

no major utility lines.

I mean, what are we missing?

Hey...

[Chuckles] I'm sorry, um...

The woman who lost her husband,

Alice Merchant...

Why can she see through to the other side?

You can do it,

but only when your-- your emotions are heightened.

That emotional intensity is your trick.

Well, she's grieving her husband.

That's emotionally intense.

Sure, but people lose loved ones all the time.

It's sad, but what makes her so unique?

Yeah, and--and why can she only see

her husband's double and not her own?

I mean, if they both live on the other side,

then she should see them both, right?

Maybe the other Alice lost the coin toss.

She told you they used to flip a coin

to see who was gonna have to go fix the fuse.

Well, maybe the exact, same thing

happened on the other side, but on the other side...

Alice died instead of Derek.

Okay, well...

What if we've been looking at this all wrong?

What if this is not about physics,

but about people?

Go on.

Is it possible that these two people,

both grieving for a version of each other

in the exact same spot,

are somehow causing this soft spot?

Some fort of emotional quantum entanglement.

Perhaps.

"Spooky action at a distance."

Einstein.

Two objects interacting with each other

even though they're separated by a great distance.

Man had a way with words.

So it is possible.

In theory!

I'd have to test it. [Phone ringing]

And I'd have to figure out

how to do that.

Dunham.

Olivia, I'm picking up

all kinds of seismic activity in park slope.

It's happening again.

[Helicopter whirring]

South side of the street is clear, sir.

Move west and merge with team Bravo.

I want an update in five.

Is that the ambering device?

I've prepared a remote detonator,

so your Agent won't get caught in it.

You two, take this cylinder.

Place it in the stairwell,

then report directly to me, quickly.

Sir, uh, I think that there's another option.

Short version--

the woman who can see through to the other side,

what if whatever freak accident

that killed her husband over here

also killed the wife over there?

And this intense grief that they're both experiencing

is somehow blending our universes together?

You think all of this is because of feelings?

(Peter) Some naturally occurring chemicals in the body,

like cortexiphan,

which allows Olivia to see the other side,

but only when she's afraid.

We don't know how her emotions let her do that,

but we know that they do.

Dr. Bishop, is there any merit to this?

There's a chance.

But quantum entanglement is a tricky business.

I'm not sure.

(Walkie-talkie) Sir, we've got a resident

that's refusing to vacate.

Merchant, 6B.

Please advise. That's her.

Pulling her out won't help.

Proximity is irrelevant.

If Peter and Olivia are right,

and this couple is responsible for what we are seeing,

then it doesn't matter if they're inches apart

or miles.

The subatomic connection is the same.

She needs to break that connection,

and let go on her own.

Well, what do you suggest?

We convince her that it's not her husband

that she's holding onto.

And that'll make this stop?

Possibly.

But before we resort to amber,

we have to try.

If I give the order,

I want you two out immediately.

No hesitation. Understood?

Yes, sir. Go!

[Helicopter whirring]

[Lamp shatters]

He's already here.

Alice... Go away.

I don't want you here.

Alice, what I'm about to tell you

is gonna be hard to understand.

But everything that is happening in this building

is happening because of you.

Because of you and Derek.

Now, you're the only person that can stop it.

But to do that, you need to let him go.

I won't do that.

I can understand how you feel.

[Rumbling]

Okay, Alice, the man you're seeing,

he's not a ghost, and he's not your husband.

He looks like Derek. He looks exactly like Derek.

Then who is he?

[Loud rumbling]

[Glass rattling]

How long do we have?

There's no way to know.

Sir, the device is in place.

I want all teams behind the line, immediately.

Yes, sir.

(Alice) You're wrong.

I swear to you.

The man that you're seeing,

he's from another place.

He's from another world.

What are you talking about?

In his world, he lost his wife too.

And she looked exactly like you.

He's making the same mistake that you are.

He thinks that you're his wife.

Now, I know this sounds insane,

but all those people that fell from the balcony,

they all died because

you two couldn't let go of each other.

All of this is happening because of you,

and you can stop it if you just let go of him.

Alice...

Love...

It's me.

I can hear you.

Derek, I hear you!

Olivia...

I can see him too now.

Sweetheart...

I miss you.

I miss you too.

Was that--

that shimmering, was that was I think it was?

Seeing the other side.

Yes...we all are.

Dunham, Bishop, I want you out of there now!

Do you copy?

I repeat, do you...

There's so much more to tell you.

Things I never got a chance to say.

I don't think the building can take much more of this.

Well, she won't let go.

[Glass shatters]

What's happening?

Rapid shifts in barometric pressure.

Static electricity.

Dr. Bishop...

It's the vortex.

It's starting.

How do I trigger the amber, Dr. Bishop?

Turn it on.

[Beeping]

Pull out the pin.

Evacuate now, do you hear me?

That's a direct order!

Alice, you have to listen to us.

That man is not your husband.

Who is that? Who are those people with you?

Alice, please.

Look at me.

You need to let him go.

How can you ask me? I can't.

I can't!

I just can't!

I know, I know.

But you've already had

what most of us only dream of.

A lifetime with the person you love.

Look around you.

Your entire house is filled with mementos--

photographs, ticket stubs.

Evidence of a life shared with somebody.

Proof that what you and Derek had was true

and real.

And I know that when you have something

so real, you'll do anything to keep from losing it.

But please, you have to let him go.

Alice, I miss you so much.

And the girls miss you.

We never had children.

Of course we did.

No.

I'm not your wife.

Your wife is gone.

And so is my Derek.

[Rumbling dies down]

[Overlapping chatter]

(Peter) We're good up here.

Everything okay down there?

I know that it's a lot to take in.

I'm not sure I'll ever really understand what happened.

And I'm not sure it would make any difference

if I did.

You know... Today was something

I never could have imagined.

But if the impossible

is...possible...

Who's to say that someday

I won't see him again?

Maybe you will.

Walter...

The custodian would like to vacuum.

Just a few more minutes.

Lovely view, isn't it?

You saved the lives of a lot of people today.

And you should feel very proud.

No.

Today wasn't a victory.

Today was a vision of things to come.

Walter, now, you don't know that to be true.

Unfortunately, I do.

If the vortex had opened,

I would be able to seal it.

And then there would be new cracks

and we would seal those cracks,

and those cracks in our universe

would beget larger cracks and...

Over there, decades of research and funding...

The best solution Walternate could come up with was this.

And it won't be enough.

Once the universes start to unravel,

there'll be no stopping it.

I don't know how to stop it.

Well, then...

I think you need to learn.

[Knock on door]

Hey.

Hey.

I'm sorry, I thought maybe you were Walter.

Oh...is he missing?

No, he stayed down in New York.

What's up? Is everything all right?

Yeah.

Um...

I might be being presumptuous,

but, um... I was thinking maybe...

Yeah, of course. Come on in.

I'll get us some glasses.

♪ ♪

To disaster narrowly averted.

Or at least postponed.

[Clink]

♪ ♪

Peter, what you said to Mrs. Merchant...

♪ ♪

I want what you want.

♪ ♪

[Chuckles]

What do you think we should do about that?

♪ ♪

Am I glowing?

No.

♪ ♪

[Electronic humming]

Anything?

Mm...

Nothing.

All readings are within normal parameters.

That's weird, 'cause Astrid

reported a class four event at this location,

and she's never wrong.

Did you check the batteries?

Um...yeah.

[Clears throat]

Agent Dunham with Fringe Division.

I'm sorry to bother you so late.

But I was wondering if you happened to have noticed

anything strange going on in the area?

No, n-nothing.

Okay. Uh, what about your family? Maybe they--

no, uh, I live alone here.

My wife died a couple months ago.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, if you do happen to notice something,

please call the hotline.

Yeah. Okay.

Thank you so much for your time.

Cancel the quarantine protocol.

If there was a rift here,

it's closed now.

Hmm.

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