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Narrator: Previously on fringe:

Walter: There is an alternate universe,
and in it, another version of us.

- Agent Farnsworth?
- Broyles, Phillip, colonel.

Olivia: That woman processes
more information in an hour...

Than you and I in a lifetime.

Thirty-seven people in the intersection,
22 cars, four trucks.

Wind speeds of 5 to 10 miles an hour.
And that is just to start.

Walter: They kidnapped Olivia
to the other side for weeks.

That awful woman pranced
around my lab.

She's evil. She's a temptress.
And I fell right into her vagenda.

Vagenda?

- Peter: That an observer?
- That what you call them?

They're not limited
by our human perception of time.

I think these guys show up
at important moments.

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

Why did he make contact now?

Malignant?

Man:
But it's small and it's the early days.

And with radiation, this type
of carcinoma is 95 percent treatable.

Ninety-five percent survivable, Chet.

That's better odds then you get
driving up the masspike.

I've known you what, 20 years?

We're going to get through this.

Tissue connectivity.

- That's what goes last.
- I'm sorry?

First there's the cure, radiation.

It makes you sick, weak.

But it doesn't work.
Not this time, not in your case.

The cancer has multiplied.

They try chemo.

But the cell replication rate
is just too high.

Your bones hurt. They ache.
They burn.

Renal failure comes next...

And soon you lose all mobility
below the waist.

Impotence, incontinence
and, finally, full respiratory failure.

All from one tiny mole.

Doctor told me
I have a 95 percent chance.

You're the other five percent.

Computer: Initiate scan.

Man: Welcome, agent.

- Lincoln: You wanted to see us?
- The bridge was activated an hour ago.

An agent crossed over
without any mission imperative.

- Who was it?
- Are you suggesting someone defected?

I can't imagine.
It was agent Farnsworth.

Lincoln: That's impossible.

- Who gave her clearance?
- She did.

Farnsworth has the same security
clearance as any senior fringe agent.

In fact, she's responsible for processing
transit papers and clearance.

- It never occurred to us...
- She would use it herself.

- Correct.
- What's she doing over there?

Broyles: We don't know.

She went off the grid
immediately after crossing over.

All right. Let's send a team of agents
to retrieve her.

Olivia:
No. She must have had a reason.

Astrid doesn't do anything
without a reason.

And after the day she's had...

I got a hunch where she's headed.

I'll go get her.

Walter:
What would you say to some eggs?

I had a marvelous dream last night
in which eggs played a prominent part.

I would say we've only been working
for three hours...

But we've taken two food breaks.
At this rate, I'll never get home.

I miss the other one.

- Heh, I'm almost afraid to ask.
- Boy. The other boy.

- He doesn't starve me.
- Which other boy?

- The one who plays chess.
- Lincoln?

That's the one. I prefer him.

Lincoln's not here, Walter.

He's in Hartford.
It's his goddaughter's birthday.

And I'd be happy to play with you
after we finish our work.

Frankly, I don't think you'd be much
of a challenge.

Peter: I got a challenge for you.
Why don't we fix the machine?

Astrid: Hello.

How about you and I share
some delightful scrambled eggs, astro?

It's Astrid.

That's funny. You never correct me.

You're not you, are you?

Astrid: I don't think what he meant was
"I'll call you"...

I think what he meant was,
"I will never call you."

- Hello.
- Aah!

- What happened?
- I always wondered why nobody does that.

What are you doing here, agent?

I came here to meet her.

Olivia told me about you.

But it's nice to meet you personally,
in the flesh.

All personal meetings are in the flesh.

Yes, I suppose they are.

I thought I would come here.

I didn't know where to go after.

Mother might have had traditions
for such occasions. I don't know.

I don't remember her.

My mother died of cancer
when I was a girl. Did yours as well?

At first I thought I would walk
in the park.

But it was so cold.

And I could not stop thinking about
the words reverend Stewart said.

What a leader he was.

A great man. A great friend.

Reverend Stewart said
he would be sorely missed.

And they lowered the box down into
the ground and we put down flowers.

I didn't know where to go.

Because the park was so cold.

May I ask you a question?

Yours, did you love him?

Olivia: Astrid?

What's going on?

I think my f...

I think her father is dead.

Dunham.

Perhaps you would both like to join me
in a plate of eggs with chives.

Walter, now's not the time.

Nonsense. Nearly all cultures
react to death with food.

Okay, we just caught a case.

And, uh, my double's on her way here
to sort this out.

- Bolivia? The viper?
- Walter.

Wha...? I know. Détente.

Doesn't mean I have to like her.

Do you think one of us
should wait here with...?

No. There's no need. We will be fine.

- Astrid...
- Really?

You get her name right.

Astrid and I can wait here alone,
can't we dear?

I'm sure she'll be great company.

Broyles: Boston police found the body
at 9:30 this morning.

He was coming home
from his doctor's office.

Less than six hours ago, Chet Williams
was diagnosed with stage I melanoma.

Walter: Stage /.
That has a survival rate of 95 percent.

And that's without introducing even
one frog rectally to slow cell division.

- What?
- What?

Nothing.

So, what are these? Bad mascara day?

I'd say a bad day all around.

Hey, can someone actually cry blood?

Rarely.

Certain viruses, ebola say,
can cause bleeding from the tear ducts...

But only after most of the organs
are liquefied.

- Check his crotch.
- I'm sorry?

Don't be a prude.

Yeah. You see?

There's no bleeding from the urethra...

So I would say his organs
are not liquefied.

Okay, good news.
Walter says his organs haven't liquefied.

- What else can cause this?
- Nothing.

Nothing real at least.

There is a legendary
alchemical mixture...

A potion as it were,
called the tears of ra.

Egyptians used it to euthanize
beloved pets...

So that they could be buried with their
owners who predeceased them.

But it's just a myth.

Bring the body back to the lab.

And also,
I'd like some vanilla ice cream.

You talk through her?

Your Astrid. You talk through her,
as if you were one person.

Yes. You could say it that way.

It must be pleasant.

I suppose it is.

Peter:
Thanks. Follow us back to the lab.

All right. Keep me posted.

Right.

I think we have located it.

Point-26 pounds.

Seventeen percent lighter
than an average human kidney.

Okay. Chet Williams, 38 years old.

Manufactures consumer goods overseas.

Uh, single. No debt. No drug issues.
His friends say that he's a nice guy.

So nobody someone would wanna kill.

Well, everybody has somebody
who wants to kill them.

And, voila,
the deadly culprit reveals itself.

Odd.

Always makes me nervous
when he says that.

An interaction of chemical compounds
I've not seen before. Aspirin.

But predictive science says
that these compounds...

Shouldn't interact but they do.

- So, what, you're saying that it's magic?
- Walter: It's science, just unusual science.

The way that six different alcohols
create a flavor identical to iced tea.

Amen to that.

It works, but no one could
have predicted it would work.

So you're saying he was killed
by a poison no one invented?

It should go without saying,
but that's impossible.

I think we're aware of that, Peter.

Ah. Isn't this a party? Hey, girls.

Mata hari. Deceived and betrayed
anyone yet today?

- It is almost lunchtime after all.
- Deus ex machina.

The interaction of the chemicals
in the poison is not predictable.

The creation of the toxin requires the
assumption the compounds intermingle.

These compounds do not intermingle,
except when they are all mixed, they do...

Which is a completely
unpredictable event.

Okay, just so I'm clear.

You're saying that a person
would have to see...

The chemicals had been combined
in order to know how to combine them?

Yes. The chances
of that occurring randomly...

Are less than one-tenth of 1 percent.

Therefore there is a root of the equation
that is outside our realm of causality.

- Deus ex machina. The hand of god.
- Peter: Heh.

Astrid, are you trying to tell us
that god taught our perp...

How to mix a mythical poison?

God or godlike powers.
It's the only thing that makes sense.

Come with me. I'll need your help
to identify the origin...

Of these component compounds.

I think I love her.

Okay, well, I guess that, uh,
we're not gonna go straight home.

- Cold Chinese in the fridge?
- Uh...

Man: Here you go.

You're putting up a good fight
but you're not going to win.

You're gonna take that drink,
and from there, it's all downhill.

But you know the saddest part?
The drinking doesn't kill you.

Instead it shatters the lives
of everyone around you.

Everyone you love.

Your boyfriend is going to be killed in
a car accident with you behind the wheel.

Your brother is going to alienate
his wife and daughter...

Throw away his own future
trying to rescue you.

- But he fails.
- No one can see the future.

You're right. There is no future.
There's no past.

Everything happens right now.

Now that you're back,
I can finally rid myself of this junk...

That you left behind
in your haste to slink away.

Walter, you've been holding
onto this stuff all this time?

I didn't steal anything,
if that's what you're implying.

Although, I admit
that this one item confounded me.

Just another of your tools of spycraft,
I imagine.

A sinister communication device?

Some kind of devious encoder?

I really got to you, didn't I, Walter?

Did you ever consider that perhaps
it's because you enjoyed having me around.

Astrid:
Walter? We 're setting up.

Astrid: Dr. Bishop?

Dr. Bishop,
your Astrid is summoning you.

The fringe team is at the scene.

Way this woman died,
and I say this with experience...

Is among the weirdest things
I've ever seen.

- Was she bleeding from her eyes?
- How did you know?

Peter: There seems to be
a lot of that going around.

You mind opening up?
I'd love to take a look.

Asterisk, collect a DNA sample.

- Astrid, can you hand me a cotton swab?
- Hang on.

Peter: I wanna get a DNA sample.

Olivia: So the cops said...
Peter: Hang on a second.

Seems to be some hemorrhaging
of the nasal passage.

- You think she inhaled something?
- Yeah, possibly.

Could be how
they delivered the poison.

Astrid: I'm sorry, Walter,
what were you were saying?

Doesn't matter.

Please ask agent Dunham
to bring the body...

We're gonna need to get this body
back to the lab.

- You work that out with the me's office?
- Astrid: Yeah.

Does he always do all the jobs?

These scalpels could use
some sharpening.

- And you're sharing that with me why?
- I thought you'd sharpen them for me.

You said you wanted to help.

I had meant with the autopsy, Walter.

The screws in the rib-spreader
could also use a little tightening.

You're angry with your son.

He is not my son.

As I understand it,
in a different timeline, he is.

So he says.

Do you feel love for him?

I have found anger inevitably seems
to be conjoined...

With emotional investment.
Do you think that is the case?

Peter is a reminder of the son I had...

And wished had lived.

But he is not that son.

And that makes you suffer?

In that case, wouldn't it be preferable
if you chose to believe he was your son?

And then you could love him
and be happy.

I'm sorry, but I'm just not seeing
any connection between the victims.

Heh. Secretary's son, he's cute, huh?

I bet he's all contradictory
and tricky like his dad.

Yeah, I imagine he's just your type.

Actually, no.
Turns out I like the nice guys.

So neither of the victims lived
in the same neighborhood.

They didn't go to the same gym,
got no mutual friends.

There has to be a connection.
We just haven't found it.

You say that with such conviction
because...?

If there isn't a link then we've got a
killer on the loose and no lead to find him.

Woman:
Flight 328 to San Antonio...

Is now ready for boarding at gate 388.

Flight 328 to San Antonio
is now ready for boarding at gate 385.

Have a nice flight.

Man: Look, honey, I'm at the security
thing. I gotta call you back, okay?

Have a nice flight.

Look, take it down a notch, okay?
Yeah, I wanted to get this over with too.

What? No, no, it's not a ruse.

I told you I missed the flight
this morning, there's nothing I could do.

Bill. Bill, listen to me,
I'm hanging up the phone right now.

Call me back when you get a personality
I can deal with.

Can I help you?

Making your next call
will destroy your life.

- Excuse me?
- You'll be driving.

When a taxi cuts you off,
your reaction won't be quick enough.

You only have one hand on the wheel.

Oh, okay. Well, thanks, pal, but my life
really is none of your business.

Your car is gonna flip,
shattering your spinal cord.

You're left a paraplegic.

And with no family,
you end up in a group home.

The man who runs it is not kind.

Your body will be discovered
more than 10 hours after you die.

No one mourns.

I'm gonna spare you
from all of that misery.

A painless exit
from a living nightmare.

Olivia: Jared Colin.

Apparently his attacker tried to spray him
with some kind of atomizer.

Yeah, that sounds like our guy.

He said he'd never seen the man before,
so why? What's his motive?

Hmm. The feds, I take it.

Too many years in this job.

Lawyers and oops,
I can spot you guys a mile away.

Uh, I'm agent Olivia Dunham
and this is Peter bishop.

What can you tell us about Colin,
doctor?

Well, it's not good news.

We saved his life, but his spinal cord
is severed right below t1

so he is not gonna walk again.

Come on, he's down here.

I wasn't even supposed to be in town.

I was heading down to Dallas.

Selling my company
to my scumbag partner...

Who for six years
has made my life a living hell.

Today was gonna be the day
that I started over.

A new beginning.

I had a water bottle in my carry-on...

And by the time the damn tsa
was done with me, I missed my flight.

Besides his description, is there
anything else that you can tell us?

Anything that you remember?

He had this weird rod. It was blue.

And he'd look into it
like he's some kind of fortune teller.

He said I was gonna have a car accident
and I was gonna end up like this.

So this guy predicted
what would happen?

Not exactly, but I guess exactly
doesn't really matter now.

We think it's possible
that the man who attacked you...

Also killed
at least another two other people.

Do you recognize either of them?

He said he wanted
to put me out of my misery.

Like he was doing a good deed.

Like he was some kind of Saint.

I tell you, I wish he had.

I wish he'd done it.
I wish he'd killed me.

Nothing to link them.

- Period. Goose egg.
- Period. Goose egg.

Zilch. —zilch.

Would you like a cup of coffee?
I'm gonna make a fresh pot.

I understand that has quite
an interesting flavor.

Yeah, I suppose it does.
Have you never had any?

Where I come from, coffee is very rare
and thus very expensive.

I've never had the privilege.

Yes, I would like that.
Thank you, Astrid.

You're welcome, sweetie.

Sweetie?

Did you ask? I didn't hear you ask.

May I?

Certainly not.

That's right. You're still mad at me.

Yes, and now you're breaking
my concentration as well.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Were you solving world hunger?

Or perfecting
the perfect peanut butter milkshake?

If you must know,
I was musing on our killer.

Agent Dunham reports
that he may be attempting...

To put his victims
out of their misery.

If that's the case, then his
murder weapon of choice is consistent.

The tears of ra? Walter: Yes.

It's painless and instantaneous.
It begins to make sense now.

So we're looking for what,
a humanitarian killer?

Or a compassionate one.

Okay, so you're saying that the killer
believes he is saving his victims...

From a lifetime of suffering
by killing them?

That sounds like an extremely
contorted view of compassion.

Some suffering is worse than death.

- What is Logan international?
- It's an airport. Why?

- All three victims traveled through there.
- Is that right?

- How did you miss that?
- Astrid: I didn't.

They all had different airlines.
They had different destinations.

Mr. Williams was, what, two weeks ago?
Kerry Watson was last month.

Astrid:
Yes, their travel vouchers indicate that.

What is tsa?

Uh, transportation security administration.
They screen every passenger for safety.

In that case,
correlating their voucher stamps...

I believe they may each have been
screened by the same security agent.

She's right. Tsa badge 0047.

Thank you. Have a nice flight.

Peter: Hey. Stop that man.

- Hey. Whoa! Stop right there.
- Federal agents.

We're in pursuit of a suspect.

You either have a boarding pass
or authorization.

Do you want me
to find you a supervisor?

I was surprised the FBI was doing
a background check on Neil.

We were surprised to learn
he was previously employed...

As a professor at mit.

Yeah. I could tell on the phone.

But how does an advanced mathematics
professor end up working for the tsa?

I suppose he loses his mind.

It'd be an understatement to say
people here are driven...

But Neil put them all to shame.

The youngest tenure-track
professor ever. Brilliant.

And a little bit mad to begin with,
isuppose.

Like most mathematicians,
he believed that math was the key...

To unlocking the secrets
of the universe.

- I know how that sounds.
- Not as crazy as you might think.

Well, a couple years ago...

He came back from summer break
at his lake house and he was just...

."Changed.

He said that he'd found something,
although he wouldn't say what.

But he'd become obsessed
with differential equations...

That no one could make
heads or tails of.

He had a theory
that if he could solve the equations...

Space and time could be flattened
so they would all be on a level plane.

Define that.
What do you mean "flattened"?

Well, that you could, in essence...

See past, present and future
simultaneously.

Well, eventually, solving the equations
became more important than class...

And soon he just left,
didn't come back.

Now, from what I heard,
he went back to the lake house...

But this working at the tsa?
Now, that surprises me.

Where was that lake house?

I'm not sure.
Somewhere in eastern New York.

He wanted his mail fonnarded.
Oh, here we are.

When you first appeared
in this time line, it was at reiden lake.

What's going on, Peter?

Neil thought he could see past, present
and future all in the same time.

That's what the observers do.
We've never been able to figure out how.

But in my time line,
an observer saved my life.

It also happened at reiden lake.

When Walter crossed over
when I was a child to being me back...

The ice broke, we both fell in.
It was an observer who pulled us out.

Are you suggesting that an observer
is somehow behind this?

That he's using Neil?

I don't know.
I think we should take a drive.

What's he doing?

Thinking.

You care for him.

I suppose I do. Yeah.

Like a father?

My father...

I cannot get the thought
out of my mind that...

That I couldn't give him
what he wanted because of...

The way that I am.

That he secretly wished I could love him
back in a way that he could understand.

Do you think if I were more like you,
he would have loved me more?

If I was normal?

I think I would prefer this beverage
with sugar.

Who leaves their door unlocked
when they're not home?

You're right. It's not safe.

Olivia:
Well, we're in the right place.

Take a look at this. Neil was a twin.

His brother and father
were killed in an accident.

So Gandhi, Joan of arc...

All the rest of them.
What's the connection?

They're heroes?

What else do they all have
in common?

They're all saviors.

So where's Neil?

Woman: Where are you going?

I don't understand.

What do you mean you are here
to say goodbye?

- Where are you going?
- I told you.

"Where I belong" is not an answer.

Were you fired again?

I told you, mom, I wasn't fired from mit,
I left.

What?

I heard you that night, you know.

The night Alex died.

You said god took the wrong one.

"Why did god take my angel?"
You kept saying.

You always resented that I wasn't Alex.

Not your angel.

I was afraid that you were right.

That I'll never be good enough.
As good as he was.

But god had a plan.

He let me live for a reason.
I know that now.

God gave me a way to see the future.

- What?
- What?

- Stop. Don't do that. You're scaring me.
- Stop. Don't do that. You're scaring me.

God gave me a way to see the future,
so I could give people mercy.

Neil, I'm sorry.

What you heard that night
about your brother...

You should never have heard that.

But I did. And I'm glad.

Every time I saw the disapproving look
in your eye, it drove me harder.

To separate myself
through accomplishment.

That's why god took notice.
Because of you.

Neil, stop this.

Jesus knew the romans
were coming for him.

He could have avoided his death
so easily.

But he didn't.

He had faith that god had a plan.

I understand god's plan for me now.
And I'm willing to go.

- Olivia: FBI. Open this door or we come in.
- FBI?

FBI. Put your hands up.

Don't you remember, mom? What the priest
said about Alex at the funeral?

Olivia: Stand up slowly
and put your hands behind your head.

Angels don't belong on earth.

Keep your hands where I can see them
and turn around very slowly.

I'll see you in heaven.

Woman: No!

Peter: Hey. How you holding up?

You know, he wasn't trying to hit me.
He fired at the window on purpose.

How do you know that?

I think he knew he were coming
and he wanted us to shoot him.

I guess it makes sense. He could see
the past, present and future.

But he had a gun.
Why not just shoot himself?

Because he was religious.

If he committed suicide,
he wouldn't be allowed into heaven.

- What about the people he killed?
- He thought he was saving them.

This was his way to become an angel.

Peter? I know it's taken me
some getting used to...

But as long as you're stuck here,
you make a good partner.

Thank you.

Astrid:
Dr. Bishop, we are leaving.

Hey, Walter.

Here. I wanna show you something.

My ingenious piece of spy tech.

Mints?

Similar. They're bobbins.
And they're delicious.

It's almost like wintergreen.
Only smokier.

- One for the road.
- You're giving me a send-off?

You may possess positive qualities
that I previously overlooked.

- Are you flirting with me?
- In your dreams.

It was really nice meeting you.

It was amazing, actually.

What you said before?

My father...

We're not very close either.

He's a very complex man.

He doesn't really show emotion.

He does the best with the tools he has.

That's just how he is.

I know he loves me.

At least, that's what I tell myself.

Even though it doesn't really
seem that way.

You shouldn't regret
that you could've been more for him.

It wasn't you.

Thank you, agent Farnsworth.

You're welcome, agent Farnsworth.

Hey.

Well, look who's here.

-Hi, dad.

That kind of day, huh?

Yeah. That kind of a day.

- Wanna tell me about it?
- Yes.

But you know that I can't.

Yeah. I know.

But at least I can feed you.

And I can give my baby girl
a big old hug.

I love you, dad.

I love you too, Astrid.

Here it is.

You were right. It's September's.

He must have lost it in 1985,
the night he didn't save the boy.

He'll be interested to know
what happened to it.

There's something else.

It appears that September
did not obey your instructions.

The boy is back.

Peter bishop has returned.