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Narrator: Previously on fringe:

In the dreams you were having...

- Did you feel like you knew me?
- You're a stranger. What would I feel?

I'm in the wrong place.
The people I know and love...

Are somewhere else.
I gotta figure out how to get home.

Broyles: I can make it more comfortable
while you're here.

- —Déja vu.
- I wanted to check in with you.

It can be kind of ovennhelming.

- I'm not freaked out.
- Good.

So, what were these trials all about
anyway?

Walter and William bell thought that
children had extrasensory capabilities.

And so they experimented on kids.

Some of the children didn't handle
the cortexiphans well.

Some had adverse reactions.

Emotionally.
You were always the strongest.

Uh, I called in a prescription
just a little while ago.

- Olivia Dunham?
- Yes. Ahem.

This is your last refill.

So have your doctor call in
a new prescription for next time.

Yeah. I was hoping I wouldn't need these
anymore.

- Have a good night.
- Yeah.

When there '3 thunder and lightning, people
that's a bad sign it's gonna rain

when there '3 thunder and lightning, people
that's a bad, bad sign it's gonna rain

Hey.

Hey.

This is bizarre.

Well, I just, uh... I was on my way home.

And I only live a few blocks from here.

I didn't know that.

So you're just heading home now?

From a walk.

I had a migraine
and, you know, fresh air helps. You?

Well, as far as 24-hour dining goes,
this place is better than most.

Hey, this place makes
a pretty good cup of coffee.

If you wanna join.

You haven't slept in how long?

Since I got here.

That's a long time.

- It's hard adjusting to a new city and...
- Yeah, I can imagine.

I look to you to see the truth

a couple of weeks ago,
you asked me if I was...

I used to believe, just a few months ago,
that I understood the world we lived in.

I mean, there were basic truths
that I thought were...

Well, true.

I used to sleep like a baby.

Blissful ignorance.

You know, eventually,
it will just become your life.

Is that what happened with you?

Uh, sort of.

Jack: Hey.

Woman: Hi, babe. You close?

Yeah, sorry. I'm almost there.
I took the shortcut behind the theater.

All right. You okay?

Uh, no. I feel like I'm being followed.

- What? By who?
- Jack: I don't know.

I don't know.
I'm sure it's just my imagination.

Where are you? I'm calling the police.

No, Meg, it's fine.
I'm two blocks away from Willow.

Hello?

- Meg.
- Woman: Cops are on their way.

Jack: No, it's okay.

It's okay. I'm here.

I'm home...

This is Grant. I need an ambulance
at 1625 Willow.

Man: Ten-four. Copy location.

God, what happened to this guy?
Is he alive?

- What the hell was that?
- Grant: What?

- What are you shooting at?
- I don't know.

- Meg: Jack?
- Freeze.

Ma'am. Ma'am, stay back.

No. Jack. Officer: Ma'am.

Meg: He's my husband. Stop.
Officer: Stay back.

You gotta love this assignment, right?

Where else can you find baked goods,
car parts, and video games...

All under the same roof?
Tim: Yes, sir.

Sir? I'm moving up in the world.

Did Broyles tell you to call me that?

Keep that level of formality, that way
you don't get attached to your prisoner?

You're not my prisoner.

So, what, then? You're my bodyguard?

Maybe just imagine I'm a friend.

Yeah, every 32-year-old man
needs a friend to chaperone him...

While he's undenrvear shopping.

You know what? That reminds me.

Agent Broyles told me to tell you he's
authorized you a $200-a-week allowance.

Two hundred. Big spender.

The only other thing I need
is safety glasses. You see them?

Here we go.

Ha, ha. Here, let me give you a hand.

I'll get it.

- What was that about?
- Tim: Nothing.

Just figured I'd help.

You really think I'd hurt a kid?

I've been instructed to limit
your interaction with civilians.

It's not personal.

I've been investigating fringe events
for three years.

I never thought I'd become one.

Like I said, it's not personal.

Broyles:
Victim's name is Jack zoephel.

At approximately 3:30 am,
his wife placed a call to 911.

He believed
he was being followed home.

His wife was on the phone with Jack
when he was attacked.

The police arrived less than two minutes
after the call was placed.

When they got here,
he was already dead.

I'm assuming he didn't look like this
before he left?

- No.
- Walter's gonna love this.

What's with all the broken glass?

That uniformed officer
believed he was shooting the perpetrator.

So he can identify the guy?

Not exactly.

So you shot at nothing?

I was just spooked, is all.

You unloaded your entire clip.

Officer: I don't know
what to tell you. I overreacted.

I bet you don't want to tell us
what happened...

Because you're concerned
about your reputation.

You don't need to be.

Whatever you saw, however bizarre it is,
we need to know what it was.

I don't know how I'm gonna file a report
for this case.

We'll take care of that
if you just tell us what you saw.

I didn't see anything, exactly.

But I felt something.

Like what?

- A ghost?
- You said "ghost," not me.

Astrid: His neck is broken.

Walter:
Could've happened post-mortem.

Cause of death could be
due to rapid onset of adrenaline.

Walter, I can't understand you.
Are you eating?

Onion rings from Sully's,
double-dipped in beer batter.

Fantastic.

He could have died from a rapid spike
of adrenaline associated with fear.

That could be why he's white as a sheet.

What, are you saying that he was scared
to death?

Walter, that's just an old wives' tale.

Where's your imagination?

Must have been a very boring child.

I'm ignoring that.

Did Walter have any theories?

Uh, a few.

Until he runs some tests,
he's not gonna know anything for sure.

Olivia: Can I ask you something?

All the things that we see...

Does it ever get to you?

Every day.
If I wasn't seeing the agency's shrink...

My head would've exploded
a long time ago.

It's not like I can talk to
family or friends. I mean...

Well, who do you talk to?

No one.

I'm starting to think that that's weird.

That's just not normal, is it?

We can rule out ghosts.

Olivia: What makes you say that?

Ghosts don't bleed.

Man:
Hi, how's the morning treating you?

Julie:
Pretty good, and yourself?

Ned: Not too bad.
Glad the hot weather's starting to turn.

Me too. Fall's my favorite.

I love how the leaves change colors.

Ned: After you.

So you have big plans for the weekend?

Olivia: There have been three bodies
similar to this one...

Found in the surrounding area
over the past two weeks.

Why is this the first we're hearing of it?

Astrid:
Before they ran the medical records...

The police just assumed that all
the victims were suffering from albinism.

It's more common than people think.

I guess. Any luck?

Well, so far I've checked law-enforcement
databases, including Interpol.

But it's possible this person's DNA
is not in any criminal database.

What about hospitals?

Astrid: That's my next move.

We call them albinos, but the kiswahili
tribe from Tanzania call them zeru.

It's also the word for ghosts.

Witch doctors from there
sometimes use body parts from albinos...

In potions for good luck or fortune.

- Lincoln: That's...
- Grisly.

Yeah, I'd say that.

Olivia: You found something?

Yeah. There's a mucus-like substance
on the body...

- A residue.
- From something in particular?

They're chromatophore cells.

You find them in octopi, chameleons.

Cells that have the ability
to translocate pigment in the body.

It's what certain creatures use
to blend into their backgrounds.

I just got a positive ID
on the blood sample.

- Do we have a name?
- Astrid: Uh-huh.

Baby boy Bryant.

According to this, the blood sample
we found at the scene...

Belonged to a baby born on July 26th,
1989, at parkview hospital in New York.

And he died
four days later, July 30th, 1989.

Walter:
Well, that's quite a quandary.

Perhaps we're looking for a ghost
after all.

Lincoln: They started automating
their records 20 years ago.

Here it is.
"Baby boy Bryant. Born 26 July, 1989."

They didn't even give him a proper name.

"Infant born
with an unclassified genetic variant."

Over 10 specialists examined him,
and no one could diagnose him.

"No medical precedent found."

- You okay?
- Yeah.

I just started to get another migraine.

- I can do it.
- I know you can, but you don't need to.

- Thanks.
- I'll get you some water.

This baby was a mystery.

Says he died from complications
of his genetic abnormality...

On the 30th of July, 1989.

Which we already knew.

Thank you.

Okay. "Dr. Blake west
and Teresa jaffee, rn."

See, I wonder if either of them
are still working here.

Lincoln: Miss jaffee, is this
your signature on the death certificate?

Jaffee: Yes.

Can you tell us what you remember
about baby boy Bryant?

Jaffee: I was in the delivery room
when he was born.

He was so pale.

When Dr. West held him up,
the lights in the or burned his skin.

We had to put him in a special ward
with no windows and no lights.

So when Dr. West told me
that the baby had died...

I was relieved
that he wasn't suffering anymore.

What is it?

Jaffee:
I've never told anyone this.

As they carried him out...

I thought I heard him cry.

It was faint, but I thought I heard him.

I assumed I had imagined it.

Do you remember where he was taken to?

It was a private insurance company.

Um... something like...

"Cilas" or "cypro."

Cyprox?

Yes. That's it.

Cyprox incorporated.

I was told
they'd be handling the autopsy.

Thank you so much for your help.

Okay.

How'd you know cyprox?

Because they paid my mother's medical
bills while she was dying of cancer.

And cyprox was a subsidiary of a larger
company called Kelvin genetics.

Why do I have a bad feeling about this?

Because Kelvin genetics
became massive dynamic.

Cyprox inc.
It's been years since I heard that name.

We have reason to believe
that cyprox inc. Abducted an infant...

From a hospital 22 years ago.

I'm afraid your suspicions are true.

What can you tell us about him?

Nina: The boy had an unidentified
genetic abnormality.

He would have died within days.

But the same genetic deformity
made him suitable...

For some genetic experimentation.

Walter discovered specific animal cells
on the body that we found.

Chromatophores.

The nature
of the boy's cellular abnormality...

Allowed those cells to be
implanted into his system...

Making him able
to blend into his surroundings.

Making him a perfect spy or soldier.

Well, there were military applications,
yes.

Unexpectedly, the experiment
also allowed this child to survive.

Something about the chromatophores
offset his very fragile condition.

And you knew about this?

No, this was a satellite research facility,
one of dozens.

Neither Dr. Bell nor I had any specific
knowledge of what was going on.

I'm not trying to justify what was done...

I'm just saying this child would've died
had he not been part of that program.

Maybe that would have been better.

I think I'll send the boy's files over
to Walter's lab.

Maybe there's something in them
that can help.

If you didn't know about him...

How are you so familiar with all this?

Nina:
There was a fire in the lab 10 years ago.

And we assumed that all the subjects
had died in that fire.

That was the first time that William and I
ever learned of u-gene.

Eugene?

That's what the researchers called him:
U-gene.

Short for "unknown genetic disorder."

His entire life,
he didn't have a proper name.

And as you can imagine,
it was impossible to prove.

So now it seems as if we were wrong.

Me, oh, my
I can't believe my eyes

everything I care about is gone
I wonder why

life is tough
no matter how I try

tell me that I'm dreamin'

Julie: Ziggy?

Tell me it's a lie

me, oh, my

Julie: Ziggy?

Come here, kitty, kitty.

Can't you hear my beating heart
in and out of time?

Julie: Ziggy.

Me, oh, my

where are you?

Me, oh, my

Hey. Lincoln: Hey.

Come in.

Sorry it took Broyles so long
to sign off on this stuff.

I was starting to get worried.

After all your help the other day,
I'm surprised he didn't give you a badge.

- Thank you.
- It's my job.

No, no, I mean thank you
for treating me like a human being.

I haven't been getting that a lot lately.
I appreciate it.

You really think it'll get you back?

The machine was powerful enough
to snap me out.

It stands to reason that it's powerful
enough to snap me in.

- I suppose that makes sense.
- I hope so.

- My best chance at getting back home.
- Altered universes, different timelines.

Olivia says that eventually all of this
will seem run-of-the-mill.

Which, frankly,
I'm having a hard time believing.

It's insane how none of this fazes her.

She's made quite an impression
on you, huh?

I've never met anyone like her before.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

You were together, weren't you?

You and Olivia. Uh...

Back where you came from.

Yeah, we are.

- God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...
- No, no, no. It's okay.

The Olivia you're talking about,
that's not my Olivia.

This is agent Lee.

I'll be right there.

I need to go.
Walter has something to show us.

Peter:
No problem. I'll see you later.

Oh, good, you're here.
I want to show you something.

- Is that an octopus?
- Walter: Charming, isn't she?

Brilliant, creative creatures.

You know,
they actually do build gardens.

Colored rocks and plants
and shells and even garbage.

They arrange them around their caves.

- And they're like chameleons.
- Astrid: Hey, Walter.

Why did we just get a bill for $818?

You know I'm gonna be the one
to take the blame for this.

Tell agent Broyles
that science has no price tag.

I'm sure he'll be very pleased
to hear that.

Uh, Nina sent over some files for you.

- Thank you.
- Oh. U-gene. Fascinating story.

Walter, do you think that u-gene
is trying to make himself visible?

That he is killing people
in order to steal their pigment?

- Is that even possible?
- It's possible, of course.

Leprechauns are possible.

That would explain the mucus
on the victim's body.

I didn't understand what it was...

But it must be acting
as some kind of conductor.

And that's how u-gene's
chromatophores...

Are absorbing the victim's pigment.

But to overcome
what's been done to him...

Would require a considerable amount
of pigment.

- Walter, you're saying that if I'm right...
- Walter: Yes.

I'm afraid you'll be finding
a lot more victims.

Walter: Everyone, come quickly.

I have two pieces of news.

- First, he's dying.
- Who's dying, Walter?

Our suspect. The chameleon man.

I've spent the last
few hours re-creating...

What we believe our young man
is doing to himself.

Assuming you're right, Olivia, and he is
trying to repigmentize himself, then...

Is that a word? Repigmentize?

Go on, Walter.
What is he trying to do to himself?

The condition he was born with
was killing him.

And if he's now attempting
to reverse what was done to him...

To make himself normal.
Or what was normal to him.

Then he is, in effect,
committing suicide.

So you're saying he's poisoning himself.

In a sense, yes.

His body is reverting
to the deadly condition...

That he came into the world with.

Although he may not be aware of it.

- Well, how long until he dies?
- Oh, don't worry.

- John here will be fine.
- Uh, I don't think Olivia meant the mouse.

The human?

Well, I can't say.

I suppose it depends
on how successful he is.

Okay, well, that doesn't change things.
We still have to find him.

How do we find something we can't see?

That was the second thing
I had to tell you.

Ultraviolet light.

Come on, yoko, where are you?

Lincoln:
She's been there the whole time?

That was Broyles.
They found another body.

I was starting my shift
when I saw the body.

I didn't know what it was at first,
all pale and white.

It took me a while
to see it was Mr. Ryerson.

- Are the cameras functional?
- Yeah, just installed a few weeks ago.

There have been some break-ins recently.

You're saying
that nobody left the building?

There's an emergency alarm on the back
door, and you were at the front door?

- You never walked away?
- No, and I watched the security footage...

Just to make certain.

Olivia:
This is going to sound odd.

Even though you didn't see anyone...

Did any of the exterior doors open
on their own?

Heh. What are you looking for?

Officer:
Lieutenant Broyles, the dogs got a scent.

- Olivia: Where does that lead?
- The upper levels.

- Are there any exits on those floors?
- No.

- Sir, he could still be out there.
- Lock this place down.

I need every available unit
to the elmwood apartments.

Lieutenant Broyles,
the last floor is evacuating.

- They were instructed to leave doors open?
- Mm-hm.

Okay, shut it down.
Everything but the elevators.

- Shut down as planned, over.
- Man: Ten-four.

- My men are ready.
- Okay.

Take your team down and clear
the parking garage and the basement.

I'm gonna take one team
to the highest floor, work our way down.

- You start here, we'll meet in the middle.
- Lincoln: Okay.

You guys come with me.
We'll take the north stainnell.

Olivia:
This is taking too long. Let's split up.

Go. I'll take this floor.

Spencer: We've got a scent.

Lincoln: This is team 3.

Lincoln:
False lead. It's just a shirt.

Olivia, can you read me?

Olivia, come in.

Help me, please.

You understand right now...

How important it is to be seen.

Your life depends on it.

Me seeing you right now.

Okay, just wait.

Listen, you're dying.

Whatever it is that you're doing
to yourself, it's killing you.

Just please let us try and heal you.

I don't think you're here to help me heal.

Not after what I've done.

If you are here to help me, it's
because I have value to the military...

And they don't want long-lost
experiment 69545 to self-destruct.

Not when they've found him again.

We have nothing to do with the military.
I am just here to stop the killing.

All my life...

I've been watching them live theirs.

Watching them...

Fall in love.

To be looked upon by the right person.

To connect.

And to see in their eyes kindness.

Happiness.

And...

Recognition.

That's when you exist.

Lincoln:
Liv, please respond. Are you okay?

There is a scientist who I work with
for the FBI.

He works out of a Harvard lab.

Now, if anyone can hope to undo
what they have done...

I lived my life in a lab.
I am not going back.

If you treat yourself again, even once,
it could kill you.

Olivia, where are you?

Lincoln: Olivia. She's in here.

Olivia: He's got my gun.

Spencer, come in.

Agent Broyles.

We've got nothing.

Olivia: The dogs have been
through every floor twice.

He's gone.

Man:
We'll let you know, folks. Please.

Let's get these people into their homes.

Let them in.

- Spencer: Sir.
- Go ahead.

You're gonna want to see this.

Spencer: There's a sub-basement
where all the pipes run.

It's designed as a service bay.

This is his home.

These items must belong
to all the residents.

Like he kept a small token
from each person's life.

He was watching them.

Looks like you were right.

He was trying to cure himself.

Olivia:
This isn't about curing himself.

This is about being seen.

I thought you weren't coming today.

I see you every day.

I thought you might have caught
the cold that's been going around.

Well, that's good, then.
It's too beautiful a day to be sick.

The most beautiful.

My name is Eugene.

I'm Julie.

I thought you should know that we
found u-gene Bryant's body. It's over.

Nina: Well, thank you.

But you could have called to tell me that.

All he wanted
was to be like everyone else.

But how could he?

He'd never be like anyone else.
Not after what they did to him.

So you're thinking
about what was done to you?

You know, even with my colleagues,
I'm different.

Things that should bother me...

Do you think that it's possible...

The cortexiphan trials
stunted my emotions?

Oh, olive, you can't let what happened
to you as a child define you.

And, no, the answer to your question
is: You are perfectly normal.

At least as normal as any of us is normal.

Life is an experiment.

You have to find out where you belong.
Find your own place in this world.

But shouldn't I know
where that is by now?

Not necessarily.

I mean, before you and your sister came
to live with me, my life was work.

And I didn't think that I could find the
time or the room for you girls in my life.

Now I can't imagine
what my life would have been like...

If I hadn't taken that risk.

Oh, when the time is right, you'll know.

Peter: Hey.

Hey.

- What's this?
- I got you something.

Just trust me.

I'm gonna get going.
Broyles is letting me use the lab.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Is that our papennork?
- Yep.

- Just finished.
- Olivia: Thank you.

We can put this case on the list of things
that makes it hard for you to sleep.

That list is getting longer.

Well, maybe if you find yourself, uh,
at the diner tonight...

Say, around 3 am, I might...
I might see you there.

I'll see you then.

Maybe.

Man: Yeah, yeah.

Clear.

- Should we move her to the bed?
- Man: No need.

She's not gonna remember
the last two hours anyway.

When she wakes up,
she's gonna have one hell of a headache.