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Previously on Fringe...

- I want what you want.
- What do we should do about that?

The laws of physics
are being disrupted here.

Like the other universe,

our world is starting
to come apart at the seams.

Am I responsible for this?

- You don't know that to be true.
- Unfortunately, I do.

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".

He said if he were right, he would
contact me from the great beyond.

The last will and testament
of William Bell.

A memento of me.

I didn't realize until later.

I woke up,

and there she was in my bed.

Yoko.

What did he say?

It was the '70s.
What could he say?

This is wonderful, Kevin.

You getting to sit here all night,

looking at these monitors.

What a magnificent job.

CEO of Massive Dynamic
is not a bad gig either.

Must be nice, all that power.

It was Belly's intellect
made the company great.

All I've managed to do
with its vast resources

is to create a new flavor
of cupcake frosting.

Bacon-berry.

Not for nothing,

but I've worked for Mr. Bell
for a long time,

and you're the best boss
I've ever had.

Look at them,

moving through the halls.

There's a rhythm to it.

A cadence.

Each monitor is its own movement.

All blending together
in a beautiful symphony.

What's in that room there?
No one ever goes in there.

You know what that is, don't you?

That's William Bell's office.

What are you doing?

I have spent the last two hours
in Belly's old office.

I found the most amazing things.

Animal ESP, morality detector,

viral dreaming, powdered water,
some of our best ideas.

Why are you going through
William's old research files?

You know as well as I do

that our universes
are on a collision path.

I have to protect our world.

If Belly were here,
he wouldn't let everyone down.

You're not letting anyone down.

William would have worked out
what the machine does

and how it relates to Peter.

And to make matters worse,

for the first time
since we've been reunited,

Peter is truly happy.

How so?

Peter and Olivia.

I thought you knew.

They're a couple now.

That's wonderful.

Yes, it is.

And his happiness...

is a constant reminder
of the price of my failure,

of what will be lost
if I don't succeed.

And I sat there,
and looking at these,

feeling depressed,
missing my old friend,

wondering
if I could succeed without him,

thinking how good we were together.

But then I remembered...

how good we were together.

And then I realized...

that maybe these
contained a solution.

Maybe if I went through these files,
every detail,

every thought pattern,

then maybe I could remember
how to think the way I used to,

the way we used to

back when there were no limitations,

back when anything was possible.

Come on, come on!

Let's go!

Koenig! Come on!

Let me see your hands!

Oh, my God.

3x16
- Os -

Trial seven.
March 15th.

Initial testing on the memory discs
I retrieved from the shape-shifters

revealed no information.

However, the daisy-chain wiring pattern
seems to have activated them,

somehow revealing
tons of previously undetected data.

Unfortunately,

I have absolutely no idea
how the hell to read it.

I thought you were gonna sleep in.

I thought
you were gonna let me sleep in.

I woke up early
and it's actually warm outside.

And there's this great street fair
on Memorial Drive.

- You like a street fair?
- I love a good street fair.

And you're not so bad yourself.

So I figured
because you're on the way...

Actually, I'm not home right now.

I got up early and went to the gym.

I wouldn't want
to interrupt your workout.

I'm almost done.

Just let me shower up,
and I'll meet you in fifteen.

Perfect.
I'll swing by the house.

- Please say a command.
- Read text.

I need you and the Bishops.

It's magical.

"They glanced up

"and saw Icarus
float through the sky,

"and taking him for a God,

"they stood still in wonder."

Icarus had wings.

We have no idea
what's keeping him up there.

He was shot by a security guard
early this morning.

The guard said he found two
coming down from the roof.

There's no alarm
on the upper windows.

Apparently they used their ability
to get up there.

What a marvelous way to pilfer.

So the other one got away?

This man is dead.

Assuming he is a man.

I thought I saw him reach for a gun
so I shot him,

and then he just floated away.

So the other one, the one who got away,
this is what he looked like?

Yeah, but his hair was longer.

Any idea what they were after?

We've been through most of the precious
metals already, the gold, the platinum.

Anything was taken.

They went to a lot of trouble.
So they must have been after something.

We found a key card on the dead man.

This used in the building?

No, we're still
old-fashioned bolt and key.

Contact the manufacturer.
Let's find out what door it unlocks.

- You got something?
- We know what the thieves took.

I think I know
how they achieved counterbalance.

The boots are weighted.

Hold still, you infernal creature.

So still thinking
he's not human, Walter?

Mustn't rule anything out.

That's odd.

Those calf muscles
are extremely atrophied.

You don't utilize muscles
when you float.

Astronauts in space lose
5% of their body mass a week.

Deterioration like this, he would have
had to be weightless for some time.

But the chest and shoulders are normal.
Wouldn't that affect the entire body?

Do you guys know anything
about osmium?

It's a metal, durable.

Used in electrical contacts
and fountain pen nibs. Why?

The warehouse is missing
a substantial quantity.

Maybe that's what
our thieves were after.

That's weird though...

Because osmium is extremely rare,
but isn't all that valuable.

No, but it's ironic.

Osmium is twice as dense as lead.

It's the heaviest element on Earth.

It's like using balloons

to steal bowling balls.

That would require that the cockpit
be resistant to radiation

at higher altitudes, no?

So why don't we try to blend it
with a slightly denser compound?

Do you have anything in mind?

Dr. Krick?

I'm sorry, Scotty.
Give me a minute, will you?

- What are you doing here?
- Koenig is dead.

There was a guard.
He shot him.

His body?

I left it.
I had to.

What do we do?

- Go home. I'll figure something out.
- There's something else.

I've been nauseous.

And my head is killing me.

I didn't feel like this
the last time.

Did you get what I asked for?

Not here.

Go to the lab.

Wait for me there.

- Is everything okay?
- Yeah, everything's fine.

What exactly am I
looking for here, Walter?

Anything related to gravity.

I think I remember seeing a file
on floaters in there.

Of course it could have been
from the period

when Belly was in search
of the perfect bowel movement.

- Charming.
- Everybody poops, dear.

- Personal floatation devices?
- Read that one to me.

"The balloon is to be swallowed
and then inflated with helium

"via a tube inserted
into the subject's..."

We never really did solve
that design issue.

I suspect that's why
we didn't get many volunteers.

No helium in the blood works

and no indication of anything gaseous,
hydrogen, methane.

Now this is interesting.

His white blood cell count is low.

He's got a weakened immune system.

Perhaps what's making him float
is attacking his body's defenses.

Whatever it is,

I think the effects are wearing off.

Any news on the second subject?

- So far he is not in the system.
- What'd you find?

The key card that we found
on the balloon man,

the manufacturer traced it
to a warehouse in Allston.

Perfect.
Let's take a ride.

- What's up?
- Nothing.

When your mother and I were courting,
we used to take long walks in the park.

But I can see for your generation

that a drive to a warehouse
would be just as enchanting.

Right.
Call us if you learn anything.

What's happening to me?

I don't understand.

You said if I got more of that stuff
that it would be permanent.

- Yes, I'm working on that.
- Then why am I getting sick?

You can't defy gravity
without consequences.

That's the problem.

You're a pioneer.

Men like you,

your participation in this experiment

will help me discover a way
to eliminate the side effects.

I believe we may be just about there.

Doesn't make any sense.

There's nothing here
that would alter body density.

2:35.

Walter, I'm right here.

Pick him up and put him on a table.

Body has dropped three feet

in the last half hour.

Like a dying balloon.

You ever seen a balloon
lose its buoyancy so inconsistently?

- Something is eluding me.
- Walter, I can't...

I don't expect you to solve it.
It's a very difficult problem.

No, I mean...

I mean him.
He's too heavy.

Dear God.

He weighs a ton.

What...

What is it?

Take another sample of his blood.

Run a test for osmium.

You think that...

Why would that make him float?

It can't, of course.

That's what's troubling me.

Your turn now.

Okay, I got one.

You know when we're watching TV
and you start to rub my back,

and you're not really paying attention
'cause you're kind of distracted?

And you turn your hand in a circle

just over and over...

I wouldn't say that's exactly how it is,
but I know what you're talking about.

It's kinda like you're burrowing
through the muscle right into the bone.

I think I get the point.

- I don't like it.
- Really?

I had no idea.

All right, no more burrowing.

See, I love this full disclosure.

Why didn't we make
this agreement earlier?

It's supposed to be about
how we feel about each other but...

No, it's about everything.

Why?
You holding out on me?

I'm just clarifying.

It's about trust.

So it's a great game
if two people are playing.

Doyle Street.

Just turn left here.

Looks like we found the second thief.

And I think there's a third.

Unless he did that to himself.

These bodies were dissected,
but that's not what killed them.

It was the high concentration
of osmium in their blood.

They all have toxic levels.

What kind of exposure
would lead to that?

Injection via syringe.

But then why cut up the bodies?

Tissue samples, I suspect.

Looks like an attempt at an autopsy.

So how could injecting someone with the
world's heaviest element make them float?

It shouldn't have.

- It runs contrary to the laws of nature.
- So how's that possible?

I don't know.
Do I look like I have answers?

I have a few.

There are eight wheelchairs in total.

One of the unis found them.

We IDed a few of the bodies.

They suffered from muscular dystrophy.
They'd been handicapped for years.

Of course.

A variation that primarily
affects leg muscles.

Simple.

That's why their chests
and arms were healthy.

The weightlessness
didn't cause the atrophy.

The disease did.
How could I have missed that?

So why target these people?
Something to do with the disease?

They'd be eager volunteers.

They were confined
to wheelchairs for years.

How could they pass up
an opportunity to fly?

That's a deal with the devil
nobody would pass up.

Michael, heads up.

Nice.

Time, Ref, time.

- Let's go.
- Bring it in, guys.

That was a hell of a play you made.
I'm impressed.

These newbies don't know
how to play defense.

Is that right?

No "d"?
No "d".

Go get 'em.

Tough sport, huh?

Brutal.
Quite a rush.

Why aren't you out there?

Never been healthy enough to play.

But you wish you could though,
don't you?

I wish a lot of things.

But I stopped believing in leprechauns
and miracles a long time ago.

What if I told you
I could give you a miracle?

What is it?

Osmium.

From the dead men's blood
in solid form.

I had the morgue send me over
the corpses' blood

so I could isolate it.

Speaking of which,
perhaps you could dispose of the excess.

I went to Quantico for this?

So all the victims
had different doctors?

And different insurance carriers.

They must have something in common
outside their disease,

something that makes them easy targets
for whoever it is that's doing this.

You want to get a pizza?

I don't think Regina's
delivers this late.

No, it doesn't.
I was thinking maybe we could go get it.

You could use a break,
and I definitely could.

We'll take the files in the car.

- I gotta eat, right?
- Excellent.

Guys, we're going on a pizza run.
You want anything?

Just some licorice.

I'll get you some
from the machine, Walter.

And no thanks,
I think I just lost my appetite.

Fair enough.
We'll see you in a bit.

This smiling is kinda
freaking me out, right?

Don't look now.

What you doing here?

I just came by to drop off a file
Peter requested from Massive Dynamic.

But please, do not let go

of a beautiful woman's hand
on my account.

Walter told you, didn't he?

Yes, and he's very pleased,

as am I.

So what's the file about?

I'm just doing some research
on shape-shifters.

I didn't realize.
Anything in particular?

No, just background.

It's Broyles.
I'll be right back.

I must say, I think you have made
a very wise decision to go forward.

You deserve to be happy.

Both of you.

This is simply not possible!

I got more bad news.

They're out of licorice.

But I got you some mints.

Whoever enabled these people to float

is altering
the basic properties of osmium,

making the heaviest element
lighter than air.

He's defied physics.

Our entire universe

exists in a delicate state
of equilibrium.

And we know what happens
if that balance is upset.

It could cause a chain reaction.

He's messing with the fundamental
constants of our world!

It could lead to chaos.

I don't imagine you're preparing
for a science fair.

I'll get a mop.

I'll get a mop.

Good to see you, Astrid.

Walter, what is it?

I need Belly. I need his help.
I can't do this alone.

This case, Peter...

I'm failing, Nina.

I know he's dead, I know that.

But maybe we can bring him back.

Look, one of his research projects.

He posits here that

a person's soul or consciousness

continues to live on after death.

And all it needs...

- is a vessel or a host to return to.
- Yes, I remember.

It was one of William's
more extreme flights of fancy.

All he'd need to do was
to prepare someone

by inserting a microscopic
soul magnet inside them.

And he proposes using injections,
food, or a cup of tea...

What if he did it?
What if he's done it?

What if he's done it, Nina?
What if he's done it?

Then all we have to do is
to figure out

how to trigger the magnets
to summon the soul back into the host,

and he'll be back here with us.

He cut out parts of my brain, Nina.

I don't think I'm capable.

Walter, it was never your intellect

that made you exceptional.

You're brilliant, of course.

But it was your imagination,

your boundless creativity.

Yes,...

you're not quite whole, Walter.

But the best parts of you remain.
So focus on that.

What if I fail?

You won't fail, Walter.

How can you be so sure?

Because you can't.

All right, just like that.

There.

All done.

That's it?

I don't feel anything.

Are you su...

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Good.
You're standing.

Now walk.

Go on.
You can do it.

I can walk.

You can do much more
than that, Vince.

Oh, my God!

This is amazing!

Easy, easy.

You'll have plenty of time
for that later.

What are you, about a size 12?

- Yeah, why?
- Here.

These'll keep you grounded.

It's very important that you
wear these when you're outside.

Without a tether,
you'll just keep floating up

into the atmosphere.

I don't know how to thank you.

You don't have to.

I just wish I had enough
to make it permanent.

Unfortunately,
that was the last of my treatments.

I don't have the stuff I need
to make another batch.

How do we get more?

Nina was right.

I just had to get creative.

Walter, how is liquid nitrogen
melting metal?

Whoever's doing
this has reversed the laws of physics.

Up is down.

Left is right.

And hot is cold.

So cold temperatures will melt
the element instead of heat.

Correct, my dear.

- What's that white stuff?
- It appears...

the osmium was mixed
with another element.

A mystery element.

Call Peter and Olivia.

Tell them to come right over.

We have something to show them.

- Ready, Michael?
- Right.

Thank you.

And one...

Two.

You going somewhere, Dad?

I've got some work
to do back at the office.

It's nearly midnight.

It's just this new project.

It is keeping me busy.

You push yourself too hard, Dad.

I'm close to something big, Michael.

A breakthrough
that'll change everything.

Change lives.

But the answer
is just out of my reach.

You'll get there, Dad.

I know you will.

You've never failed before.

You won't fail this time.

Good night, kiddo.

Night, Dad.

See you in the morning.

Lutetium.
It was mixed with the osmium.

Lutetium is dense, Walter.

Extremely dense, just like osmium.

Correct. Two shouldn't even be able
to form a molecule,

let alone one that would make
a human being float.

So Walter, is this other element
as rare as the osmium?

- Yes. Very rare.
- What are you thinking?

- He's probably got a limited supply.
- Meaning he's gonna have to get more.

So Walter, whereabouts in Boston
would he be able to acquire lutetium?

It's mainly found in meteorites.

Do you think the perpetrator's
from outer space?

- Probably not.
- Where do we could find it on Earth?

He'd need several samples,

so somewhere where there's
an abundance of meteorites.

The Museum of Science.

The Museum of Science has
an excellent astronomy wing.

I'm gonna call Broyles.

BPD's sending a unit
to sit on the museum.

Good. How's security?

According to the curator,
there's a night watchman on duty,

and all the wings are individually
locked from the inside.

Seems pretty solid.

Not solid enough.

You sure you disabled the alarm?

I did exactly what you told me.
The way we practiced.

Come on.

We don't have much time.

If we were being robbed, I'd know.
We got cameras on all the doors.

They didn't come in
through the doors.

You almost done?

Almost.

Somebody's coming.

Hurry up!

Get that door open now!

Come on!

- Let's go!
- Wait, you can't just leave me!

I need your help!

Turn around.

Help me, it's slipping!
I can't hold on!

Dad, nobody will tell me
what is going on.

I hurt some people, Michael.

- What...
- I was trying to help them.

I wanted to fix them.
They were in wheelchairs, like you.

I know I should have told you sooner.

Maybe if I had,
it never would have come to this.

I did it for you, Michael.

When it was perfected,
I was gonna give it to you.

Is that how you see me?

As something that you need to fix?

Of course not.

I just wanted you to be happy.

I was happy.

I went to bed at night
knowing I had a father who loved me.

Daedalus crafted wings
for his son Icarus so he could fly away.

So that he could be free.

The wings he gave him
wound up killing his son.

I suppose that makes me
a lucky man then.

Other parents weren't so fortunate.

I need to know how you did it.

How did you defy the laws of physics?

I work in aeronautics.

A few months ago,

I was contracted to develop
a new alloy for military aircraft...

A metal dense enough
to keep pilots safe from ground fire

but still allow for flight.

I wasn't having much success.

And then I combined two elements.

- Rare elements.
- Osmium and lutetium.

And that's when it happened.

I'd combined two of the densest
elements on earth,

and somehow the result
was a new molecule...

A molecule lighter than air.

- And that's it?
- It should never have worked.

It was an accident.

A miracle.

I know what made the men float.

I heard that an arrest had been made.

You found the man
responsible, I take it.

There is a man in custody,

but Dr. Krick is not
the man responsible.

I am.

Dr. Krick's serum
should never have worked.

This man wasn't changing
the fundamental laws of nature.

I think they were
changing on their own.

I think he took advantage of it.
Don't you see, Nina?

Our universe is starting to break down
because of what I did 25 years ago.

What we've seen happening on the other
side is starting to happen here!

Well, you seem to be taking
the news rather well.

Because I finally
figured out how to stop it.

Thanks for meeting me.

Is this why you asked me to meet you
across campus and not at the lab...

So that we could make out in front of
college kids and not your dad?

Not exactly.

I haven't been entirely
honest with you.

Whatever's happening between
the two universes, whatever our fate is,

I'm right at the center of it.

Peter, I mean,
we're all there for you.

We're all working together
to figure this out.

I know you're all
trying to help, but,

it's not your face in that drawing.
It's mine.

So what are you saying?

I've been working
on something for a while now.

Something I didn't want
to tell anybody about because,

frankly, I can't trust the FBI,
and as much as I know Walter cares...

He's too protective.
I can't trust his judgment.

But I do trust yours.

But I don't want there to be any more
secrets between the two of us.

So full disclosure.

"Soul magnets."

I thought we already talked
about this.

William is gone.
You can't bring him back.

Maybe I can.

Belly's notes are incomplete, but
I think I was right about the trigger.

I think there is an instrument
that can draw Belly's consciousness

out of its new vessel.

- Walter, what are you doing?
- And I think...

Belly would have left it
with someone he trusted.

No. You can't be serious.

A person's consciousness...

Their soul, is energy.

And energy cannot be
created or destroyed.

No matter where
Belly's consciousness is,

the harmonic vibrations emanating
from this bell will draw it forth

from whatever vessel
he chose before...

Walter, you're being...

No, Walter, it's still me.

Of course.

Well...

- What now?
- If I'm right...

Wherever Belly is...

He will find us.

It's everything we know
about the machine,

every schematic, every piece of data,
every diagnostic.

- Are these...
- Memory disks from dead shape-shifters.

Well, how did you get them?

They're still working.

The information on them's
encrypted, though.

I thought maybe Astrid
could figure it out, but,

I didn't wanna bring her into this.

I've run it through every code-breaking
program that I know, but,

so far I can't break it.

That's because the decoder key
is in my office.

What?

At the FBI?

At Massive Dynamic.

It's nice to see you again.