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Narrator: Previously on fringe:

- Walter.
- I lost the people I loved most...

And I imagine you miss them too,
the people you've left behind.

Yes, I do.

I will help you get home.

- Lincoln: You okay?
- Yeah, I started to get another migraine.

I was hoping
I wouldn't need these anymore.

Man: She's not gonna remember
the last two hours.

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

I have come to tell you something,
Olivia.

Who the hell are you?
How did you know my name?

I have looked at all possible futures...

And in every one,
the result is the same:

You have to die.

Olivia: That's him.

Broyles: Are you sure?
They all look like the same man.

Olivia: No, that's the one.

We've been looking at these people
for three years.

Why did he make contact now?

I don't know. But he knew my name,
he knew who I was...

And he knew where to find me.
And then he just vanished.

What exactly did he say?

He said that he had seen
all possible futures...

And in every one, I had to die.

I had Astrid run a sample of his blood.
There was no match on the DNA...

But she did find antibodies
for the Spanish flu.

The Spanish flu? Isn't that extinct?

The last recorded epidemic
was in 1919.

Which makes him a minimum
of 91 years old.

I'm going to assign you
a security detail.

- I don't think that that's necessary.
- He threatened you.

I'm not sure that's what he was doing.

I think that he was trying to warn me.

If he approaches you again,
I expect you to notify me.

Of course.

Excuse me.

Woman: Do you know her? Man: No.

Oh, god.

Is that supposed to be you?

Well, she's talented.
Twisted, but talented.

Why would anyone draw
something like that?

She's a teenager,
isn't that what they do?

Play depressing music
and think about how everything sucks...

Try and make everyone else
as miserable as they are. It's a stage.

- Stage or not, that's creepy.
- Workman: Whoa, look out!

Get those people back!

In my timeline,
I could interact with the machine...

But since I'm not supposed to
exist here, it wouldn't respond to me.

We'll require a biomechanical
interface for the machine.

Calibrate it specifically to your DNA
so you can operate it.

You've done it before, Walter.
You can do it again.

Olivia: Good morning.
Walter: Hello, Olivia.

We're discussing cis-acting meiotic
double-strand break hot spots.

Don't worry, I have no idea
what he's talking about either.

What he's talking about
is trying to get me back home.

I heard that Walter's going to help you.
I had to see with my own eyes.

Don't worry, agent Dunham.
This won't interfere with my usual work.

I assure you, if you need me,
I will give you my full attention.

It's okay. I'm just happy
that you two are working together.

I can't say you're gonna get
his full attention.

He's a little wired up. Already
electrocuted himself three times.

Which reminds me.
I can't feel my urine response yet.

I should probably
go empty my bladder again.

- Dunham.
- Lincoln: Hey. This is a weird one.

It seems a crane operator
lost control of an I beam...

Which was then tragically introduced
to a Robert Englehart.

- And?
- A few moments before he was killed...

Someone handed Mr. Englehart
a sketch depicting him...

Being skewered by that same I beam,
as if his death was predicted.

You still there?

Okay, so the person
who gave him the sketch...

- What did he look like? Was he bald?
- No, it was a she. A teenage girl.

A coworker was with him. She thinks
she could ID the girl if she saw her again.

We need to collect all the surveillance
from the area.

I'm already on it.

Woman: There you are.

- Where have you been all afternoon?
- Just around.

Woman: You're supposed to call
when you're gone this long.

- Sorry.
- I met that kid in 3-c today.

- Man: Hey, guys.
- Dad's home.

Woman:
Perfect timing. Dinner's almost ready.

Hey, buddy. Hi.

Woman: So how'd it go today?

Well... mwah... the interview was great.
I start tomorrow.

Woman: That's great.

Looks like the view
from the lake house.

You miss it, don't you?

Dad, aren't you tired of moving us
all around so much, because of me?

It doesn't matter where we are.
All that matters is we're together.

Why did god make me like this?

You know how I feel, em.

God has a purpose for all of us,
even if we can't understand it.

But I do know
mine is to take care of you guys.

Hey, at least it hasn't happened
in a while.

Let's, uh, keep these curtains
closed at night, okay?

All right. You get some sleep.
I'll see you in the morning.

I love you, dad.

I love you too, angel.

Broyles: Any luck?

Agent Dunham.

Were you able to ID the girl?

Not yet. Lincoln's with the witness
at the moment...

Looking at footage from traffic
and surveillance cameras in the area.

What?

I got a call from health services.

You've been three times
in the last month?

- You checking up on me?
- I'm your commanding officer.

They tell me these things.

Migraines. I needed a prescription,
which is why I went to health services.

Headaches, that's all.

Do you believe in fate, sir?

No, I don't.

This drawing...

How is it the day after a complete
stranger tells me I'm going to die...

I end up investigating a case
where the victim's death is predicted?

I mean, maybe...

That man from the opera house,
maybe he does know something.

Just for the next few days...

Maybe we should be vigilant...

Keep you out of harm's way.

Good news.
Robert Englehart's coworker...

Just ID'd the teenage girl
from surveillance tapes.

Got a good image
from the bank across the street.

- Do we know where she went?
- We know where she didn't go.

Surveillance showed her
bypass the a street bus.

She also walked right by
the subway entrance.

So there's a good chance
she lives in the area.

Maybe she goes to school nearby.

Stop the bus.

Wait, six-eighths is the same
as three-quarters?

Right. Keep dividing
your fractions in half...

Till you can't without changing
the denominator.

No offense, mom, but I understand this
way better when Emily explains it.

Uh, good, morning, sir.

Ma'am. Sorry to bother you.

I'm agent Olivia Dunham,
this is Lincoln Lee, we work for the FBI.

- What can I do for you?
- We're looking for this girl.

We've been asking people
if they know her.

One of your neighbors said
she might live in the building.

No, I don't think so. What's her name?

We don't know.

Mind if I ask who else lives here
with you, Mr...?

Mallum. Jim mallum.
Just my wife, Diane, and our son.

Danny, come here.

You see this girl around?
Wait, is she the one we see at the park?

- I think so.
- Jim: Yeah, that's Tanner park.

About four blocks over.
You might wanna try that area.

- Thank you. You've been very helpful.
- I wish I could offer more.

- Did you happen to notice the cabinet?
- No. Why?

Red backpack.
Same one she's wearing in the picture.

So why did he lie to us?

Soon as we get back to hq, I'll get
the paperwork started on a warrant.

Maybe we won't have to.

Uh, hi. I'm Olivia Dunham and this
is Lincoln. We both work for the FBI.

It's okay, you're not in any trouble.
We just wanna talk.

Did you draw this?

Is he dead?

Yes. But I think you already knew that.

How? How were you able to draw this
before the accident?

I don't know.

I just see it. In my head.

Whenever I'm around
someone who's gonna...

- I just sense it.
- Just sense what?

That drawing...

Did you see something else
that's gonna happen?

- Maybe we can stop it.
- Jim: Emily.

- Get in the house.
- Mr. Mallum...

You can't question her
without parental consent.

Lincoln: You lied to us.
Olivia: We don't need your consent.

It's up to Emily whether or not
she wants to talk to us.

Emily...

Do you wanna continue
to answer these agents' questions?

There's your answer.
Come on, em. Let's go.

Let me ask you something.

Do you think you're the first people
to come after my daughter?

It always starts this way.

Authorities show up when they get wind
of a girl with her ability.

Then others come who wanna study her.
Like those people at massive dynamic.

Massive dynamic?

Jim: And they never stop.

No matter where we go, they find her.

Watching from their cars,
waiting for the right moment to grab her.

Take her to their labs.

They poke and prod her
like she's some kind of animal.

You have any idea what that does
to a young girl?

Please, let my daughter have a chance
at what's left of a normal childhood.

My number's on the card
if you change your mind and wanna talk.

Or if you and your family
are being harassed...

I think I can help.

When we get back to the office,
run a background check on the mallums.

See what we can find out.

I'm gonna pay a visit to someone.

Listen, you did the right thing
out there.

If it's happening again, no one can know.
It puts us all at risk.

Dad, I saw something else. On the bus.

Something awful.

Jim: I'm sorry, sweetie,
but you know how this works.

Even if you told them,
would it make a difference?

Remember what they did to you
when we tried to help before?

Trust me, okay? It's better this way.

Nina: Of course.

I'd certainly like to see the results
for that. Sooner rather than later.

Yeah, well, send them to me directly.

If I'd known you were coming
I would've cancelled my lunch.

-Hi.

Uh, I'm actually here about Emily mallum.

Her father says that massive dynamic
has been harassing her and her family.

Are you asking me a question,
or are you accusing me of something?

I thought you said that you were done
using children as test subjects?

Yes, we are.

Massive dynamic did approach
the family when they lived in Baltimore.

Emily exhibited some fascinating
precog abilities that would've allow us...

To make drastic advances
in our study of the human brain.

We wanted to catalogue her abilities.

Her father wasn't interested, even when
we offered to pay for Emily's schooling.

I don't know how you could have
raised me for so many years...

Seen all the damage that was done to me,
and pretend there's nothing wrong...

- With what you just said.
- I am sorry.

You know, what happened to you
was awful.

But this girl is different.
No one made her this way.

I don't see the difference.
I mean, it's still abuse.

Dunham. Emily: It's Emily.

You said you wanted to help,
agent Dunham.

Can you meet me?

Can you hold on one moment?

I'm sorry, I have to go.

Olivia: Emily?

You picked a nice spot for us to meet.

Emily: It reminds me of a place
we used to live.

A better time.

I sometimes sneak out here to think.
To clear my head.

Does your father know
that you called me?

So, what did you wanna
tell me, Emily?

Emily:
I think a lot of people are gonna die.

Emily: It started when I was 11.

I was in a pet store with my mother.

We were looking at puppies
when suddenly I heard this hum.

I thought something was wrong
with my ears.

Like, you know how sometimes
after you've flown on an airplane?

But then, when we were leaving,
the man behind the counter...

Had a heart attack.

I saw it in my mind
before it happened.

That was the first time.
How long before it happened again?

Emily: A few months.

I heard the hum during class
and an image popped into my head.

My teacher lying dead in the street,
covered in broken glass.

Three days later she got hit by a car.

My parents took me to a doctor, but...

And then people started
to do tests on me.

- And my friends heard about it.
- And that's when people got scared?

And then you moved?

Emily: The first time.

But it kept happening.

Hmm. Fascinating. The theta-one waves
in your occipital lobe...

Are remarkably active.

And also,
your brain seems to be drawing...

Elevated levels of both oxygen
and blood.

Meaning what, Walter?

Belly and I always had a theory
that some traumatic events...

Echo backward in time.

Put simply, some future events
ripple backwards.

Well, not in a way that we're consciously
aware of, but sort of like vibrations.

And perhaps your brain
is uniquely sensitive to these vibrations.

So it's possible
that's the hum that you hear.

Have you ever been able
to control this ability?

Emily: That's not how it works.

These images I see,
they're like dreams.

At first, they're vivid,
but then they fade.

That's why I draw them.

But it wouldn't matter anyway.

Whatever I see...

Somehow it always happens.

I know all these people are gonna die,
but there's nothing I can do to stop it.

Peter:
I don't understand, Emily.

Why do you warn them
if they can't do anything about it?

I don't know.

I guess if people knew...

Maybe they could say "I love you"
to someone.

Or just do one good thing.

Maybe we can ID this man.
She said she saw him on the bus.

If he has a bus pass,
they might have his photo.

I haven't thanked you for calling me.
That must have been hard.

Can I ask you a question?

Are you sensing anything now?
Like, here with me?

Jim: Emily.

- Dad?
- We called him.

We didn't want your parents to worry
when you didn't come home.

- Did they hurt you?
- Olivia: Mr. Mallum...

You don't need to worry about us.

Even if we've never been able to stop it,
let them at least try.

We got something. Astrid found him.
She's got an address.

According to his bus pass,
his name is Albert Duncan.

- He's got an apartment in Jamaica plain.
- Let's go.

Then what? Even if you save Mr. Duncan,
what about the people in that drawing?

I don't know. We're not gonna
help anything by standing here.

Thank you.

Can my daughter and I please go home?
There's nothing more she can do for you.

No, I think actually there is.

I think you can hypnotize Emily...

To recover her vision
of the event in that drawing.

What makes you think I can do that?

Because where I'm from,
I've seen you do it before.

So is Albert in some kind of trouble?

We really don't know.

Oh, sure, I understand.
Heh, I wouldn't tell me either.

Hey, Mr. Duncan isn't home yet.
He works construction.

We called his boss.
He's been away all week.

- How's it going there?
- Walter's just getting started.

Emily, I'm going to count backwards
from three.

And when I reach one...

I want you to open your eyes
and tell me where you are.

Three, two, one.

Where are you, Emily?

On the bus. On the way home.

Do you see Mr. Duncan?

But I hear it.

I hear the hum.

Look around, Emily. Find Mr. Duncan.

Emily: I see him.

- He's getting off the bus.
- Guide her, Walter. You can do this.

Emily, listen.

Don't let Mr. Duncan get away.

You'll have to catch up with him.
Can you do that?

Walter: Follow him, Emily.
We need to know where he's going.

What is it?

Shh. Shh.

Oh, god.

Where are you?

I don't know. But it's bad.

Oh, god.

They're dead.

- They're all dead.
- Walter: Look around, Emily.

Describe what you see.

Tell me where you are.

- I'm scared.
- There's nothing to be frightened of.

Nothing can hurt you.

You know what? Mr. Mallum, maybe if
she heard your voice. It might help her.

Sweetheart, it's me.

Look around. Tell me what you see.

Emily:
I see something. It looks like Latin.

"By the judgment of god,
let justice be done"?

- Mm-hm.
- I need to borrow your phone, please.

- Dunham.
- It's me. It's a courthouse.

It's happening at a courthouse.

Peter, Albert Duncan just got divorced.
The settlement was last week.

He lost custody of his kids.
Maybe he's not so happy about it.

When I count to three,
I want you to wake up.

I see him.

I see Mr. Duncan.

He's holding something.

It's some sort of weird-looking radio.

I don't think it's a radio.
I think it's a detonator.

Duncan's not the victim.

He must be setting up
some sort of bomb.

Broyles: Security pulled surveillance
of Duncan's vehicle...

Entering the garage 20 minutes ago.
Assume he's in the building.

- The bomb?
- Given the destruction...

He couldn't have that amount
of explosives strapped to his person.

The way Emily described it,
it was as though the ground erupted.

So we assume the explosive
is beneath the building.

Bomb squad's about to go in.
Peter's gonna join them.

- I can help.
- Sir, we're ready.

Go. We'll start evacuating the building.

Dad, I'm sorry. Calling the FBI.
I know I should have told you.

It's okay, sweetheart.

I'm just really proud of you.

But you're in the system now.

It's only a matter of time...

- Before people start showing up...
- No.

They're not like that.
Agent Dunham promised.

She said
no one would harass us anymore.

Come on. Let's get in the house, em.

- Emily: Dad...
- This isn't a discussion.

Go pack your bags.

- Diane?
- Dad, please.

- What?
- Black Van across the street.

Just like the one in Baltimore.

Diane: Do what your father says.

Jim: I need a pen. I'm going to write down
the license plate number.

Uh, excuse me?
I'm looking for judge O'Malley.

Judge is in chambers.
Do you have an appointment?

Uh, no, but, um...

Man: Ladies and gentleman...

Due to a reported emergency...

Please proceed immediately
to the nearest exit.

Please remain calm and obey
the instructions of the court officers.

Hey, I got it. Officer 1: Sir?

- Sir.
- Officer 2: What have we got?

Officer 1: We got a possible.

Yeah, move in.

Man: This way, please.

Let's go.

It's me. We were right. It's rigged
to some remote detonation trigger.

- How long will it take to disarm?
- They don't know. It's pretty elaborate.

- Okay, keep me informed.
- Will do.

They found the bomb?

If this goes off, we need to clear
a zoo-meter blast radius.

You should help the police
set up a perimeter.

I know what you're doing...

- And I'm not going anywhere.
- Olivia.

What that man said to you,
that you're gonna die...

Maybe this is
what he was talking about.

I can't live my life like that.
Or do my job.

There's no reason for you to be here.

This thing's wired with multiple
redundancies. Could take hours.

That guy could remote-trigger the device
any time.

Hey.

Can you tell me what frequency
that bomb is rigged to receive?

Probably. Yeah, why?
What are you thinking?

Peter: Hey, it's me again. Have everyone
turn their radios to 432.5 megahertz.

Man: Ladies and gentlemen,
due to a reported emergency...

Please proceed immediately...

Hey. Hey, judge O'Malley.

You don't even know who I am.

No. Should I?

You took my family from me.

And now I'm gonna take you
away from yours.

Broyles: It's over, Mr. Duncan.

- We blocked the signal.
- Nobody wants to hurt you.

So you can just put your hands up...

And we'll just walk out of here.

No. Nobody's going anywhere.

Albert, you do not want to do this. Don't.

He... he took everything from me.

Okay, I understand why you're upset,
but you can't do this. You can't.

Albert?

This is not my fault.
This is because of him.

- This is how it has to end.
- No. You're wrong.

Nothing has to happen.
Nothing is written in stone.

You and I,
we don't have to die here today.

Now, whatever happens next
is up to you.

You are in control.

I'm not ready to die today
and I don't think that you are either.

Just think about all these people.
They have children too.

Officer: Sir, get down.

Jim:
We 're not home, please leave a message.

Mr. Mallum, this is Olivia Dunham.

We defused the bomb.
A lot of people's lives were saved today.

I thought Emily would like to know.

Hey, em?

- Jim? Jim, what is it?
- They took her. They took Emily.

Broyles: We traced
the plate number Jim mal/um provided.

Boston p.D. Hailed it.
It was just a dry-cleaning Van.

Thanks for letting us know.

Her father was wrong.

I think he was just being paranoid.
I don't think Emily was abducted at all.

- Then where the hell is she?
- I think I might know.

Olivia: Emily?

Emily.

You're freezing cold.
We have to get you out of here.

- Her pulse is weak.
- I'll call the ambulance.

- Help's on its way.
- It doesn't matter.

There's nothing anyone can do.

It's just my time.

Lincoln: This is agent Lee. I need
an ambulance at downey park right away.

Olivia: No, Emily. You told me
what's in your drawings is inevitable...

But you're wrong.

Today we saved all those people
because of you.

Jim: Emily.

Emily.

Emily: I've known for a while.

God. Why didn't you tell me?

I knew you'd be here.

Em, please.

They're on their way.
Can you just hold on?

I think you were right.

Everyone has a purpose.

I saved those people today.

Maybe that was mine.

- Peter: Hey.
- Hey.

Peter: They told me what happened
with the girl.

I'm really sorry.

- They said it was some kind of stroke?
- Yeah.

The overload of electrical activity
in her brain was just too much.

- So the thing that gave her, her ability...
- Also killed her.

Walter said that even if we'd known...

We couldn't have done anything
to prevent it.

He says, "a candle that burns
twice as bright, burns half as long."

I'm guessing you're not finding
that comforting now.

No, not as much as he does.

Peter: Is that an observer?

- Is that's what you call them?
- Yeah. Why, what do you call them?

Well, up until now,
we haven't called them anything.

- Things really are different here.
- What do you know?

Well, they show up at significant events
all through history.

Well, how do they do that?
Like, some kind of time travel?

No, it's not really time travel, per se.

Uh, it's more like they exist
in all times simultaneously.

They don't experience time
the same way that you and I do.

So they know what's going to happen?

I mean, if one of them said something
about the future...

Could they be wrong?

Well, no.
I don't really see how they could.

They don't predict the future, Olivia.

They've already experienced it.

Did one of them make contact with you?
Have they reached out?

- I hope it's not too late.
- No, I, uh... I just got home. Come in.

I wanted to see you.

Especially after I spoke with Phillip.
He told me what happened to the girl.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine. Really, I am okay.

Sweetheart, about what you said
when you came to see me this afternoon.

I never should have reacted
the way I did.

I'm sorry.
I should not have accused you.

Please, I'm the one
that needs to apologize.

What happened to you as a child
was unconscionable.

We've come so far,
I just forget sometimes...

How much you've been expected
to forgive.

I'm not angry with you.

I thought I was going to die today.

And one of the things
that I kept thinking was that you...

You wouldn't know how I felt.

You're the closest thing
I have to a mother.

And I love you.

Oh, olive.

What? What's wrong?

I've just been getting these migraines,
that's all.

It's really not that big of a deal.

- Do you have any medicine?
- My doctor gave me some.

Good. What about food?
Have you eaten?

- No.
- I'm going to make you some soup.

You know, you don't have to do that.

I want to. I'm the closest thing
you have to a mother, remember.

Thank you. That would be great.

I'm gonna send some medication over,
a new drug we've been working on.

It's remarkable.