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Previously on Fringe:

- I need to talk to you. No, now!
- One moment.

Sir, calm down.
You're gonna scare the passengers.

They should be scared.
This isn't a panic attack. Aah!

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a passenger
who's having a hard time.

Jones, don't move.

That was quite a display
you put on in there.

Your love for this man
must be something quite profound.

Goodbye for now.

- Walter, my memories are disappearing.
- Your own memories?

All of these memories I'm experiencing,
they are from a better version of me.

I've decided
to let things run their course.

You have so much in your life.

Are you just gonna let that all disappear?

I've made my decision.
I'm in love with Peter.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we apologize for the delay in our arrival.

Weather reports still indicate
strong winds and turbulence.

We'll be circling forjust a bit longer.

We hope to be on the ground
within the hour.

Thank you for your patience.

We'll be coming through the cabin
with snacks...

...which are available for purchase for $5.

Remember, Vertus Air
no longer accepts cash...

...so please have your credit
or debit card handy.

- You should put keys on your back.
- Excuse me?

It's an old wives' tale,
to stop the bloody nose.

Heh. Yeah?

Actually, I tried it once. it doesn't work.

It's all bull.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

- I need to talk to you.
- Be with you in one moment.

No, now!

Please.

- What's the problem?
- I'm in trouble.

There's something happening that I don't
have time or permission to explain.

- What is it?
- Go to the passengers.

Collect as many sedatives
or tranquilizers as you can.

- Sir, I need you to take a deep breath.
- This isn't a panic attack.

This is real. We will die, all of us,
if you don't do what I say.

A threat like that is in violation
of FAA reg--

- Does it look to you like I care?
- Oh, my God.

Go call the captain.

I need you to calm down.
You're gonna scare the passengers.

I'm going into that bathroom. You keep
me in there, you keep that door closed.

Get what sedatives you can
as soon as you can.

- You go in that bathroom, sir.
- I am not messing around.

When you get the drugs,
you come back, you knock.

If I don't answer or if I do
and what you see isn't me anymore...

...you keep that door closed.

Yes, sir,
but I think 40 minutes is too long.

Ladies and gentleman, we have a
passenger who is having a hard time.

Sir, this is the air marshal,
I need you to open this door.

Sir, I won't tell you again. Open this door
or I'm gonna have to come in.

- Panic attack?
- Yeah. Heh.

Like I said, I hate flying.
I always have, ever since I was a kid.

I was doing pretty well...

...until they said we weren't
gonna be able to land for a while.

- These your bags?
- Yeah, that's them. Thank you.

- Whoa.
- I'm really sorry. Sorry I wasted your time...

...and scared all those people. Hey.

Don't you have to ask permission
before you do that?

Not since Bush 2.

Sure. Sure, whatever.
Can we make this quick, please?

- Is there anything I need to be aware of?
- What? No?

- Knives? Needles?
- Underwear.

Don't worry, it's clean, heh.

- Are you okay?
- Unh. Aah.

Yeah, I just need a bathroom.

Right there.

Mike.

Panic attack, as in withdrawal.

Well, time to call the cops.

Hey, it's Knowles.

We got drugs again,
but nothing I've ever seen before.

You say you're happy.

That you've never felt better.

Yes.

And forgetting all the details
of your life...

...your relationships,
the cases you've handled...

...that's, um, not a problem for you?

Well, what I meant--
I mean, yes, it's odd...

...but it's a problem I can handle.

The real problem, the one
we should be worried about, is Jones.

- David Robert Jones?
- Yes, the one who kidnapped me.

You remember that?

Yes.

Because you were already
starting to become, what...

...your former self from a prior timeline,
the one you shared with Peter Bishop?

I suppose. Yes.

My point is, David Robert Jones
is still out there somewhere.

And instead of pursuing him
like I should have...

...I've been forced to take
every psych evaluation...

...and field trial the bureau can think of.

I've had CAT scans, MRls,
peed in every cup.

My sitting here now, trying to convince
an FBI shrink, no offense...

...that I am fit to return to active duty,
is pointless.

You have to admit...

...it's a little weird
what's happened to you.

I work in Fringe Division.

Weird is a matter of degrees.

Have you told your sister?

- You do have a sister, right?
- Yes.

Rachel. And no, I haven't told her.

- Are the two of you close?
- Yes.

We don't talk that often.

Why not?

Life, heh.

My job.

She moved back to Chicago
with my niece, Ella...

...so that Ella could be closer
to Rachel's ex...

...who, in my opinion,
is a liar and a bastard.

Just a few more questions,
Agent Dunham.

We're almost through.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Sit down.

They said no.

The truth is, they don't know what to say.

Nothing like this has ever happened.

The bureau has protocols
for dealing with mental trauma.

Depression, post-traumatic stress,
amnesia.

- I don't have mental trauma.
- I understand that.

What does it matter
if I can't remember every detail...

...of every case I've ever investigated?

I can learn that. it doesn't make me
any less fit to be in the field.

Your sister is still married.

Rachel is still married.

She and her husband have two children:
Ella and a younger brother, Eddie.

Dr. Anderson sent over her report.

Forty percent of all the information you
provided about your life is incorrect...

...which as far
as the 10th floor is concerned...

...means you are not the agent
they licensed.

Our grandfather's name was Eddie.

Is that you?

What took you so long? I was just
about to send out a search party.

Dogs. Men in trench coats.

Oh.

That good, huh?

They don't even want me
consulting on cases.

I'm sure that's temporary.

Broyles said I should look at it
as an overdue vacation.

Why would I assume...

...because you and I are together,
everything would be fine?

What, the world isn't gonna live up
to my every expectation?

Maybe a vacation's not such a bad idea.
Vermont's beautiful this time of year.

I know you don't like skiing...

...but as long as we got a rug
and fireplace, we'll be fine.

Heh. You should get that.
I think the '70s are calling.

Yeah?

Yeah, I am, actually.

You got that tragic set of charms

No, I just wasn't expecting--

Time spent in Los Angeles

Yeah.

Lincoln?

Well, one of us is still on the team.

- Liv.
- Peter, I'm fine. Go.

- I'll be back as soon as I can.
- Okay.

Should have surveillance footage.
See if they'll give you access.

Yeah, okay.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- How's Olivia?
- Eh, she's okay.

I think she's, uh, frustrated,
but she's okay.

Broyles asked me to take lead till she's back.
I hope that you're okay with that.

- You're the boss. So, what happened?
- We're not exactly sure yet.

Incident on Vertus Air,
flight from Paris to New York.

- Details are still coming in.
Is that Peter?

- Tell him to stay right there.
- Did you say Vertus Air?

- Was it Flight 718?
- Yeah.

This is like the timeline I'm from.

It stands to reason some
of the same cases would take place.

- Vertus 718--
- Happy birthday!

- Walter, it's not my birthday.
- Of course not, I know that.

But I've been saving these up.

I bought one every year on your birthday
to help me deal with the loss.

Walter.

And I know you're not him, my Peter,
but you're as close as I'm gonna get.

Here we are. Beer.

For when you turned 21.

I probably wouldn't drink that, though.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I walked her home and she held my hand

I knew it couldn't be just a one-night stand

- So the case on the plane?
- Right, uh, the case on the plane.

His name was Marshall Bowman.
He was an undercover cop.

He was given a designer virus
programmed to rewrite his DNA...

- ...turn him into some kind of creature.
- What sort of creature?

A giant porcupine.

Plane crashed, he was burned to a crisp.

I like porcupines.

Shows that God has a sense of humor.

Uh, Peter, you were right,
the guy's name is Bowman.

- But that flight did not crash.
- Huh?

It says it right here.
It landed a few hours ago.

Sixteen. By then I figured
you'd be all about girls.

- Are you sure about that?
- Positive.

TSA just sent over the footage.

- Oh, my God.
- Is that what you were talking about?

Fantastic.

Okay, that is disgusting.

Learn to see past the obvious, dear.

What a remarkable specimen.

When was the last time
you saw your brother?

A little over a week ago.

I don't understand, some kind of virus?

Why can't I see him?

I'm really sorry.

Even if I had the authority to do that,
which I don't, it's not a good idea.

I'm sorry to do this to you right now,
but last question, I promise.

This is your brother's handwriting, right?

This bit down here...

...where it says, "Once we get started,
there'll be no turning back."

Do you have any idea
what that might be about?

- Maybe who he was writing it to?
- No.

But the last couple of times
Marshall and I spoke...

...he didn't seem himself.

He was stressed.
I thought it was just work.

She doesn't know anything.

- Looks like you were right.
- About what?

Bowman.

Worked out of Credit Cotter in
Marseille. Managed corporate accounts.

But before that, he was a detective
in the BBD crash unit.

Retired six years ago, at least officially.

Sounds to me
like a cop working undercover.

- So, what killed this thing?
- Good question.

Agents down the hall
say they heard the screams.

By the time they opened the door,
it was on the floor...

...writhing in pain, and then it just died.

On the case we worked before...

...he was working with a partner.
He was infected too but didn't know.

- Almost transformed days later.
- We should find him.

Yeah, I've been trying to think of
his name, but I can't remember it.

Olivia would, though.

You should give her a call.

Daniel Hicks.
Olivia says he lives at 235 Marlboro Street.

So it should be just up here,
a couple more blocks.

You wanna talk about it, or should we
just pretend like we already did?

Olivia.

She's your Olivia.

I get it.

I mean, I don't really get it.

How she can suddenly become
this other version of herself.

Different circumstances, I might think
that you were drugging her.

Doing something to her, but...

I don't know if she told you, but when
I first met her I had lost my partner.

Robert.

He and his wife, Julie,
they had this incredible relationship.

The way she looked at him...

Olivia looks at you that same way.

So why don't we just leave it at that?

You're a good guy.

Yeah.

I'm a good guy.

What's she doing here?

You didn't really think I'd stay home,
did you?

I suppose not.

Olivia, you are not authorized to be here.

If Broyles gets wind of this...

Okay.

We came all this way.

Might as well look around.

I'll check the back.

- Medical waste. What's that about?
- Don't know.

You mean you didn't see these
the last time?

- No.
- Huh.

Remember you said eventually
all of this would stop getting strange?

In case you were wondering,
it still hasn't.

You don't remember
having that conversation, do you?

- That night at the diner.
- Sorry.

It's okay.

Lincoln.
- Is he okay?

I'm fine.

Is that really necessary?

If I don't suture this wound...

- ...it will become infested with bacteria.
- I was talking about the humming.

Oh. Auditory distraction
dulls the peripheral senses...

...and allows for optimal focus.

Which is why surgeons
play classical music in the O.R.

- Ow.
- Sorry.

Hey. Did anyone report
seeing the thing that got away?

No word.

So do we have any theories
why this one died?

Not exactly.

Walter thinks that the cells broke down.

Rapid mutation caused
all the internal organs to fail.

What about this?

Also no idea. We're running labs on it.

Try to break down the chemical
composition. But check this out.

You see these? They're track marks.

We think he was injecting himself
with whatever that stuff is.

What's that? This here.

Hmm.

It looks like a tattoo.

- Hey, Walter.
- Hmm?

Come here, take a look at this.

Mm. Hold this. Don't move.

Did you find its genitals, son?

- Hey.
- Hey.

I'm sorry about Hicks' place.
I had no idea that he had already become--

- it's nothing. Don't worry about it.
- But if I hadn't been with you...

...then you would have called Broyles
and asked for backup.

You didn't want to get me in trouble
and now you're injured.

It wasn't your fault.

Olivia, I ran that name you gave me.

"Conrad Etienne Moreau."
You're right, he was a scientist.

- But he died five years ago in a car crash.
- What?

On the case we worked, he was the one
trying to broker the deal for the virus...

...that made these guys mutate.

You also said Bowman died in a crash.

For some reason, the details you
and Olivia remember from your timeline...

...not all of them are tracking here.

Okay, well, if Conrad's not behind this,
who is?

Perhaps the Sumerians.

This tattoo is cuneiform. I'm not sure
of the significance of the symbol...

...but I'm fairly certain it's Sumerian.

Not my favorite ancient language.
I prefer Yiddish.

Belly's father taught it to me.
He was a charming man.

- You're thinking something.
- You and I know somebody...

...who could help us interpret
Bowman's tattoo.

- Who?
- An old friend.

Though he may take some convincing.
I'm sure he has no idea who we are.

- Sounds intriguing.
- Not you. You need to be stitched up.

Go. if you learn anything, call me.

Okay. Thank you.

All set. Enjoy.

- Can I help you?
I hope so.

The lady is looking for a book...

...called Lake of the Long Sun
by Gene Wolfe.

- Do you know him?
- Are you kidding me? I worship him.

And a girl as beautiful as you
who likes sci-fi...

...is a girl after my own heart.
I'm Ed, by the way.

Olivia. Sorry. Taken.

All the best ones are. Story of my life.

Okay. I've got the entire Solar Cycle,
first edition.

Do you want signed or unsigned?

Do you think maybe he could help?

Who, him? No, I doubt it.

It's probably a little too obscure.

Help what?

Oh, just a symbol we're trying to decipher.

- It has to do with cuneiform.
- Sumerian, Hittite or Akkadian?

- Impressive.
- I know.

I'm a very, very impressive man.

And I'm still taken.

Can't blame a guy for trying.

Do you have any idea what this means?

Are you one of them?

One of who?

- Excuse me?
- It's Yiddish.

It means "May I please be excused
from the table?"

- No, you may not.
- Why not?

Because I have just made some
peanut butter and bacon sandwiches.

- Thanks anyway.
- And because--

And don't be alarmed by this,
but I think you may be infected.

- What?
- Well, if what killed our friend...

...was, in fact, viral, then it's likely
that when you were scratched...

...that the virus was transmitted to you.

Okay, um...

Shouldn't you, like, give me something?

I'm afraid not.

I can't cure the intermediate stage.

Once the virus fully matures,
I should be able to counteract it.

- Should?
- Most likely.

- Eighty percent.
- And if I'm part of the other 20?

Let's take it one step at a time.

Yup, I was right. Here it is.

I remember reading it means "renewal"
or "rebirth."

There's been some rumblings lately
about a group out there, a cult, really.

- Whereabouts were these rumblings?
- The usual places.

Obscure corners of the internet,
conspiracy boards...

...sub-subterranean chat rooms.

Far as I can see, they're just wack jobs.

Heh. They're obsessed
with the guided evolution of man.

They want to create a new species.

A better species. Mutation by design.

Oh, baby, you're hurting.

This should be the last one.

Just think how special you're gonna be.

How special we're both gonna be.

Like Adam and Eve.

Here's a good one.
"According to Mayan prophecies...

...a serpent rope will appear
in the center of the Milky Way."

Is that when the world ends?

Apparently,
that's when a celestial ship emerges.

A bearded serpent god
comes down to bring enlightenment.

Actually, the celestial ship turns into the
serpent god, if you wanna get technical.

- It's perfect.
- Not really.

You mean, no mutant porcupine-man?

- Hmm?
- My culture, it's clear?

Oh, no. No results yet.

I was talking about them.

I hadn't realized how much I longed
for family.

Yeah. They're-- They're great.

And you too, of course.

It's not every day that a perfectly suited
chess partner comes along.

And don't fret.
Right now, no news is good news.

Hey, guys, listen to this:

"Each generation of gods
is overthrown by its children...

...who become new gods with new tools.
Science delivers these tools.

And mankind gains dominion
over all he surveys."

What kind of science?

Uh, radical transgenics, hybridization,
guided mutation.

Most of this is about encoding
foreign genomes with retroviral DNA.

These algorithms look pretty advanced.

This file here: "816TPT618."
That's a palindrome.

- Or a palindromic code, to be precise.
- What's that mean?

Something that reads the same
backwards or forwards.

- Words like "madam" or "boob."
- I know what a palindrome is.

I meant, what does that mean
in terms of the case?

In and of itself, nothing.

But years ago,
when Belly and I were tripping...

...we created a way of organizing
lab files using only palindromes.

Walter, are you saying this information
comes from Massive Dynamic?

I do recognize the number, but
we haven't used this file system for years.

After William died, we converted
to a more user-friendly one.

Well, maybe it's from
a terminated experiment.

We have many projects dealing
with the genetic engineering of hybrids.

I'll have to run a search.

You weren't supposed to be here.

Phillip said you were
pulled off field duty.

I know, but here I am.

I suppose every version of you
is stubborn.

Ah, this code does correspond
to an old project.

But the contents have been erased.

Could it have been hacked into?

I don't see how.
The system has eight redundant firewalls.

Well, who was overseeing the project?

David Robert Jones.

I eat too when I'm nervous.

Don't worry,
we should know something soon.

Mm. Mm.

I take it you don't like peanut butter?

Not so much.
But this bacon is fantastic.

Do you have any more?

Yes.

Of course.

I typically don't like pork.

Aphid,
could we get Agent Lee some more--?

Agent Lee.

What else do you hunger for?

- Pickled herrings? Spinach?
- I don't know.

Onion rings would be nice, maybe...

Maybe some cheesecake.

That's it.

- What?
- Call Peter and Olivia.

Tell them that I understand.

Walter, what is it?

Astrid said you've made a breakthrough.

Agent Lee is infected.
We know for sure now.

- We're excited about that, why?
- He says I'm gonna be fine.

Well, because now I understand
what the creature craves...

...to fuel its metamorphosis.

- It's disgusting.
- Lipids.

Human fat.

That's what was in these bags.

Most likely vacuumed during liposuction.

Fat stores concentrated energy.

And energy is necessary
for transformation.

Now, I know what you're asking.

Wouldn't it be easier just to eat people?

Well, the answer, in fact, is no.

Not with 300,000 pounds of fat
being disposed of...

...by plastic surgery clinics
every three months.

We need to make a list
of all the cosmetic surgery clinics.

See if any have had waste stolen.

I'm on it. I'm thinking they might
not be inclined to admit it.

Let's say that you're right
and these things are using fat...

...to power their metamorphosis
into monsters.

How are they able to get around
without being seen?

I really have to drink that?

Only if you want to live.

A blend of wheat grass, Penicillin,
some mild laxatives...

...and I put in some mint
to kill the aftertaste.

It didn't work.

- You guys learn anything?
- Yes.

I understand what these drugs are for.

They're meant to safely manage
the transformation.

They're on a schedule to ensure that
the mutation doesn't occur too quickly.

So that's why Bowman died.

He couldn't get his medicine. He was in
the cabin, the drugs were in his luggage.

Precisely. Our Mr. Bowman
had all the fat he needed to transform.

But he lacked the medication
to control the process.

I used Agent Lee's infected blood
to create a computer model...

...to replicate the mutation sequence.

- How's it coming?
- Good. it's almost complete.

The model just needs
to re-create the last few injections.

We've got good news and bad news.

Which do you want first?

- Bad.
- Good.

Walter was right.

There was a robbery at a surgi-center
outside of Allston 10 days ago.

Among other things, half a dozen bags
of surgically removed fat were stolen.

- Which was that, good or bad?
- Two of the guards were killed.

The place has been under lockdown.

If they need more fat, they're gonna
have to get it someplace else.

The problem is that there
are over 45 potential clinics.

- What are your thoughts, Walter?
- But I'm not clear.

- Which was the good news?
- Walter?

Take a look at this.

How many of those clinics
are in high-rises?

Oh, my.

In the department of guided evolution...

...this is indeed a great leap forward.

Yup, there's just one. LDP institute.

It's located in Beacon Hill
on the 12th floor.

They're probably closed.
We should get a move on.

At this point, I have no choice.
I need to call for reinforcements.

I have to inform Broyles.

He's gonna know that Olivia
was working on the case.

I just spoke to Broyles.
He'll have backup meet you at the facility.

He said he'd deal with me later, so go.

We're in.

Copy. Power has been shut off.

Copy that. Going radio silent.

Go to NV.

Have you heard anything?

I don't know about you,
but this tension's killing me.

Oh. Very clever.

He's using
the Sleeping lndian Defense.

He saw my rook
about to take his queen...

...and he countered with his knight.

So, what should I do?

- Walter.
- Hmm?

I'm sorry, my dear. I'll make less noise.

- Shh.
- No. What you just said.

Porcupines are nocturnal.
They sleep during the day.

- So do vampires.
- Astrid.

That's why Hicks' windows
were all blacked out.

- What is it?
- Can we get Lincoln on the radio?

Lincoln, do you copy?

- Hello.
- Peter, it's me.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Turn on the lights.

The creature is nocturnal.

If it's there,
the lights might scare it out of hiding.

Nice shot.

I was aiming for her leg.

No!

Do you remember this?

I thought it would teach Peter
about magnetism and centripetal force.

Oh, Walter.

I'm sure you and Peter
will have hours of fun ahead of you.

I know. He'll be so excited.

Hey.

- Ah.
- Oh.

I love these things.

So how is she?

Uh, Lincoln's still at the hospital with her,
but the doctors say she's fine.

The bullet didn't cause any permanent
damage, and they're treating the virus.

But there is some bad news.

She had absolutely no idea
who created the serum.

It turns out Bowman was the one
who obtained it for them.

- So more questions.
- Yeah, about a thousand more.

Starting with: if David Robert Jones is
behind this, what's he up to?

You mean, assuming that creating
a flying human-porcupine hybrid...

- ...was not his end goal.
- Yes.

Where is he recruiting people from?
Are there more?

Who would sign up
to become one of these things?

"And mankind gains dominion
over all he surveys."

Yeah, what does that mean?

You said that Jones was a megalomaniac,
that he has a God complex.

Well, the fact that we're here at all...

...that humanity evolved
from slugs in the ocean...

...depending on who you talk to,
is either a miracle...

...or an accident.

Maybe Jones is trying to take control
of the situation.

Agent Broyles.

What a lovely tie.

Agent Dunham.

A word.

Look, I'm sorry
that I disobeyed your orders.

I shouldn't have got involved.

If I hadn't, Lincoln would never
have been injured.

And I get it,
there's a lot that I need to catch up on.

So from now on, no matter what,
I'm going to listen to what you say.

Are you done?

Yes.

I've been on the phone
with the 10th floor for the past hour.

What we've decided is this:

if you're 60 percent of the Olivia I knew...

...you're still better than 90 percent
of the agents I've ever worked with.

A Fringe Division
with an Olivia Dunham...

...is better than
a Fringe Division without her.

- Thank you.
- Good work today.

Agent.

What is it?

You're having second thoughts.

Of course I am.

It killed your brother.

We have been over this.

Something must have gone wrong.

- Mel--
- We can be born anew.

The two of us.

Together.

We can be children of the new world.

Quiet, you two.