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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.

I can't let Peter die again.

Walter, Peter is dead.

I'm talking about the other Peter.

The one on the other side.

Thrust 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!

Oh, no!

Aah!

Get off of me!

- You're not my mother! - Oh, God!

I want to go home!

Stop! You're not my mother! I want to go home!

3x15 - Subject 13 -

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?

Ha ha ha ho!

Well, I'm gonna go home, and you can too!

- Yay! - Okay, guys.

Get your backpacks, okay?

Ben, yours is in the corner there,

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 before... 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.

- Hey, hey... - I am not your son!

You are not my father!

And she is not my mother!

- You are not my father! - Hey, hey...

- Get off of me! - Hey, hey, hey...

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

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'd hoped.

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

Elizabeth, I think this series...

I'm with him all the time.

I can't watch him suffer like this.

What if... If you made a device

like the one you used to bring him over?

Elizabeth, we have been through this.

That would be catastrophic.

The texture of the universe has changed from my crossing.

It cannot withstand any more damage.

Neither can he, Walter.

He is in such distress.

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

I'm his mother, but no matter what I say, he...

Elizabeth, Elizabeth, you are not his mother.

He's a little boy

very much like our son...

And we saved his life.

No, you... You... You saved his life.

I'm just trying to keep him alive.

I won't keep lying to him like this.

- Elizabeth... - It's not fantasy.

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... 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.

Do you really think I don't know

that you're not my mother?

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

Peter, how many more questions

am I gonna have to get right before you believe me?

We've been doing this routine for two months now.

I told you the name of your hamster.

- I told you... - You got some wrong.

Yes. And maybe that's because you're confused

because you were so ill.

He makes you say that, doesn't he?

'Cause 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.

So let's just, um...

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

Let's just, um, get some air.

You look gray,

which is not technically a skin color.

Another sleepless night?

Yes, I suppose so.

Look, I'm not finished with these.

I want to organize a subgroup data.

- So if you don't mind... - There's no need.

I have something else in mind.

This is not working. I want to separate the children

and begin independent testing.

Okay, well, 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.

A 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.

Ooh, 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, now we need to design a series of experiments

around emotional flexibility.

Hey.

I wanted to show Peter where you worked.

Hey, Peter! Hey.

Look at that airplane.

That's, um...

A DC-3, yeah?

Aha. The beguiling Olivia Dunham beguiles.

Listen, Peter, I was about to go and get a snack.

Would you like to, uh, come with me and 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.

And 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.

But I believe that young Olivia may need

to be in some kind of heightened emotional state

to access her ability.

I'm 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...

Ashley. Uh, test series alpha.

I'll be monitoring vitals, theta rhythms,

stable neocortex.

Okay.

Well, you're doing very well there, Olive.

Now, these four brothers grew up to be great warriors.

They were very special

because they had the power of metamorphosis.

- Metamorphosis? - Mm-hmm.

Ah...

He could turn into...

A hawk,

watching for invaders from on high.

The speed of a cheetah and...

The fire of a dragon!

Minimal response to joy.

Theta rhythms show a slight bump

but not within our range.

Can I stop now?

Not yet, dear. You need to keep going.

A little longer, Olivia.

You're doing really well.

Heart rate 140 beats per minute for 30 minutes.

No response to exhilaration.

You'll have to start over.

- It doesn't fit. - Try it.

Look at each piece carefully.

No. You'll have to start again.

- 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.

Um... Sorry.

That's all right.

Ready to start the movie?

No, no, no. Um...

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!

Who's there? Is someone there?

Aah!

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, would you please wait outside

with the other children? Thank you.

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.

Let's 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 has gone missing...

a girl, Olivia Dunham.

Now, your husband and the others

are out looking for her, and I'm sure

that everything's gonna be fine.

Okay. All right. Thank you.

Peter, come on. Come inside with me.

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

Okay. Good boy. I'll be back in a second.

Elizabeth.

Did you find her?

No, we haven't yet.

This little girl, Olivia...

Walter, it says that you think her stepfather's hitting her.

I...

"William, I believe the ideal environment

"for transition across universes

"may be a return to her home.

"The unique combination of love and terror there

apparently stimulates a cortical reaction."

A: They are notes.

And 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...

what, 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.

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&Ms before.

Oh, he's out by the cubbies.

No, I just looked there.

Peter?

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 emot...

This isn't doing you any good.

Don't turn it off now.

They're 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.

Do you have a better suggestion about what I should be doing?

Well, not this.

Should I give up on my son...

The way the police seem to have?

Dinner's ready in twenty.

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 a handful of 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.

And how will this time be any different?

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

I have, Walter. 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,

we'll 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...

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.

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...

And 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 it'd do anything.

My mo...

My mom was telling me

you got to 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 got to try something, right?

I think I cooled off by now.

Did you imagine that?

No, the last time we saw her was before 5:00.

We went looking ourselves, but then it got dark.

And do your son and the girl know each other?

No. He... He's not from here.

He doesn't even know the area.

Look!

They're back.

Oh, Peter!

Oh, God! We were worried sick about you.

Are you all right?

Huh? Yeah?

Let's just have her go inside.

I don't know what she's going through.

I just want to check her.

- Please. - Okay.

Okay, thank you.

Come on, sweetie. Come on.

Come on.

Okay, your step-father's on his way.

Olivia, sweetie, we were all so worried about you.

What were you thinking?

I want to see Dr. Walter.

Okay, you can see him tomorrow, but...

No! I have to see him now.

Olivia, you can't see him now, okay?

Olivia, don't...

My step-father 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 ensure that you will be facing

significant troubles for yourself.

Do you understand me?

Dear...

You go home and get some rest, huh?

And...

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

All right?

I'm sorry.

Hmm?

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'll 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.