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Previously on Fringe...

You are looking through a window

into another world.

An alternate universe just like ours.

And in each of them, there is a version of us.

I can't let Peter die again.

I can save him.

Walter, Peter is dead.

You're talking about the other Peter.

The one on the other side.

I crossed into another universe

and took a son that wasn't mine.

God help me.

Peter Bishop? Olivia Dunham.

I'm with the F.B.I.

Your father is Walter Bishop.

He worked out of Harvard in an area called fringe science.

You're telling me my father was Dr. Frankenstein.

Ask yourself why they picked you.

We gave you the ability to identify things from the other universe.

Was it me who described it as a glimmer?

I'm not from here, am I?

- Son... - I am not your son.

I can take you back where you belong.

Peter is in danger.

Help us cross over.

Walter over here is the secretary of defense.

The fringe team answers to him.

- This is your team? - Agents Francis and Dunham.

These invaders from another universe

can't be trusted.

You gotta trust me. I'm you.

You have to come back.

Because you belong with me.

We're heading back to the opera house.

Make the switch.

Welcome back.

Please let me out of here.

Please let me out of here!

Agent Dunham,

I'm trying to help you get your life back

so that you can go home, back to your life,

your job, your family.

This is not my home.

Because you come from another universe?

Yes.

Olivia...

what is happening to you,

given the nature of your job,

the upsetting events you come in contact with

on a regular basis,

coupled with the injury to your head,

it's not surprising

your mind has created this fantasy...

a means of processing the trauma.

This is not a fantasy.

You agree

you are an agent with Fringe Division.

I work for the FBI in Fringe Division...

dealing with weird and mysterious events

that threaten the safety of the United States

and its residents.

Good.

Is this your mother?

She looks like her, but it isn't her.

And these?

Agent Lincoln Lee, Charlie Francis...

Are these your partners?

No.

And who is this?

Another Olivia Dunham...

the Olivia Dunham from over here.

And how does that sound to you, Olivia...

What you're saying?

That there's a world beyond this world

populated with people who look exactly like the people here?

It sounds preposterous...

which is what I thought when I first learned about it,

but as insane as it sounds, it's the truth.

Who's Peter?

After you were injured outside the opera house,

when you were under anesthesia, you mumbled the name "Peter."

Is he one of your friends?

The ones who came here with you from the other universe?

Peter is my colleague...

a civilian consultant.

My team and I crossed over here

to find him and bring him home.

And where are they now...

Peter and your friends?

I don't know.

But I assume they had to go home without me.

Olivia...

I know it's really scary...

not being in control of one's own mind.

Dr. Anderson...

I am not crazy.

That is not my mother.

My mother died when I was 14.

The Charlie Francis that I knew was murdered.

I have never won an olympic medal for marksmanship.

None of these are me.

This is not my life.

You think I'm trying to convince you

you're someone you're not?

Why would I do that?

I don't know.

You wanted to see me, sir?

The treatments are not working.

Well, that's, uh, not such a surprise.

We always knew that transferring memories

was a long shot at best.

Let's try again, please.

Sir, if we give her another dose...

It could kill her.

You and I know something

that many lives and many more dollars

have been spent to keep secret.

That we are at war...

at war with another universe...

populated by creatures

who have damaged the very fabric of reality.

All around us, our world is under attack.

Somehow, this girl came here.

Somehow, she is equipped to move through universes.

We need her to help us understand this skill...

Because if we can do it,

we can win this war.

And if not...

soon, there'll be nothing left to protect.

Let's try again.

Is it dinner already?

Afraid not.

Please...

Please don't do this again.

I don't feel so good.

I can't...

- Can't breathe. - Unstrap her.

Sit her up.

Ah!

Code blue. Code blue.

Freeze!

Come on! Come on!

Hold it right there!

Hold it right there!

I see her! Over there!

3x01 - Olivia -

... that President Obama has chosen

former president John F. Kennedy

to lead the government's new agency aimed at slowing

ecological breakdown.

President Kennedy plans to step down from his role

as U.N. Ambassador.

Drive.

I'm gonna need you to show me.

You know I can't put this cab into drive without your I.D.

What's your name?

Henry.

Okay, listen, Henry.

What I need you to do right now is I need you to drive.

Okay.

No, sir. Not yet.

Shore patrol says there's no way she could have made it across,

that the currents are impossible this time of year.

What do you think?

I think from what I know of Olivia Dunham

she's the one person I would bet on who could survive.

Then find her.

Why are you wearing a hospital gown?

Are you sick?

I've been held against my will,

and I'm being pursued by a division of the government.

They've done experiments on me.

They're trying to convince me that I'm someone that I'm not.

Is that your family?

Look, I'm just getting my life back together.

I don't know what you're doing, but the last thing

I need now is any kind of trouble.

You're not in any trouble, Henry...

as long as you do exactly as I say.

Okay, I want you to slow down

just up here and park.

Give me your I.D... your "show me."

Okay, you're gonna go into that store,

and you're gonna buy me some clothes.

I now know where you and your family live.

If you alert anyone, Henry, I assure you

trouble will find you.

I understand.

Good.

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Uh, no one,

'cause you're so ugly,

no one would come to your door.

Ha ha.

Hey, Melissa, you know how Agent Francis can tell

which end the worms living inside his body are which?

Tickles them in the middle and sees which end farts.

Boom.

I'll get you some water, Lincoln.

So...

What have you heard?

How much longer are they gonna keep her there?

You know Olivia.

She's strong.

Physically, she's doing a lot better.

But they're saying she had a complete psychotic break.

I've heard of people losing time, you know?

Not being able to remember the day

leading up to a bad car accident.

But this is crazy.

And the other Olivia?

She escaped to the other side,

along with the secretary's son and the other Walter Bishop.

You know, three days ago, I was eating a bowl

of chocolate ice cream.

I was watching Tom cruise kick some ass on tv.

I thought, "life's pretty good."

Now all of this.

I'm afraid it's just gotten worse.

Sir.

How you coming along?

I'm doing okay.

What is it?

Last night Agent Dunham escaped from the facility on Liberty Island.

Nice ink.

What's it mean?

What?

Tattoo on the back of your neck.

Looks like a sun of some kind.

They must have done it to me.

She must have one.

The other one must have a tattoo.

The girl they're trying to make you believe you are?

Yeah.

Yeah, that sounds right. I agree.

Hey, don't do that.

Don't placate me because you think that I'm...

What? Crazy?

And what would you think if I jacked your cab

in a hospital gown

with a gun, screaming a conspiracy,

telling you I'm being chased by the government

and folks are trying to make me believe

i'm a tattooed version of myself.

Look, I know I sound insane. A little bit.

Well, I'm not insane.

I'm not who they say I am.

Okay.

So where we going?

You're taking me home.

I don't have to tell you a delusional Fringe Division Agent

with sensitive, classified information is of great concern.

Do you have any idea where she's gone?

Not yet.

Considering her mental state, she could be anywhere.

Where you going?

- To get my clothes. - Not you.

If Olivia's in trouble, I'm not sitting here.

I thought you had to go back to the hyperbaric chamber.

I can be out for eight hours at a time.

I got six hours left today.

Melissa.

Get my nanite wraps.

If I'm not back in 15 minutes, you can leave.

The opera house... that's where your home is?

No, but that's how I got here,

and that's how I'm gonna get back there.

What's to stop me from leaving now?

Henry Arliss Higgins...

3248 Hastings Avenue, apartment 3.

I.D. Number 10-02-25-056768.

Blood type, "B" negative.

Your inoculations are up to date

except for your typhus, which is 17 days overdue.

You might want to get that taken care of.

Hey!

Hey!

Agent Dunham,

I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you.

I wasn't aware

that the Fringe Division was overseeing this.

Oh, uh, it's okay. I should have I.D.'d myself.

So is it, uh, true what they say about this place?

People have disappeared into thin air inside?

I know, I know. "Classified."

Things keep getting weirder and weirder all the time.

If you'll excuse me, I'm just gonna...

Yeah, you know, we should... we should step back.

I... I... I'll only be a minute.

No, no. There's no time for that.

The protocol's already in effect.

- Yeah, I understand... - Agent, agent, you can't.

No.

Anything yet?

Agent Farnsworth is running scenarios.

There's a 6% chance that Agent Dunham will return

to headquarters to surrender,

an 11% chance that she will return to attack,

a 21% chance that she will attempt to contact

someone that she knows,

a 29% chance that she will return to the Theater

where her trauma occurred,

and a 33% chance that she will attempt to leave the country.

Someone contact the borders?

Yep. She's good at disguises.

I've told them that too.

Agent Dunham just left the Orpheum Theater quarantine in a city taxi.

Get a line on the tracker in that cab and find it.

Yes, sir.

So...

What now?

I don't know yet. Can you just keep driving?

It's my wife.

Okay.

Don't do anything foolish, Henry.

Hey.

Yeah, yeah. I know.

I never put it in there.

It was in Laura's old room.

Laura's... yeah.

Nothing. I... I got a fare.

Okay.

Around 7:00?

I love you, hon.

For sure.

What's her name?

Jasmine.

Unless I'm in the doghouse... then she's "honey."

So most of the time, it's "honey."

What about you? You got someone?

Sort of.

That's an odd name... "Sort of."

His name is Peter.

He's sort of the reason I'm here.

Can you take me to 655 18th Street,

just off 10th Avenue?

What's there?

- It's a company called Massive Dynamic. - Never heard of it.

They make technology that could get me home.

If I'm right, there's a lady who works there

who may be able to help me.

Well, if we're going down to Chelsea,

we're gonna need some gas.

Remember.

Yeah, I know. I know.

You got my number.

Jedi mind trick.

Hey, Liv.

Thank God we found you.

Okay.

I know I'm not quite my handsome self,

but a hello would be nice.

I know about the shootout at the Orpheum.

Colonel Broyles told me all about it.

You know, you took a blow to your head...

Don't you come any closer.

Liv, I'm going through it myself.

Believe me, I know that the treatment

can feel worse than the disease...

But they're just trying to fix you.

We all just want to help you get bet...

Liv?

Take your gun out and put it on the ground.

Olivia, come on.

I've been your partner for two years.

Put your gun on the ground.

This isn't necessary.

Kick it over here.

What do you think I'm gonna do?

I don't know.

I don't know you.

Whatever they told you, I am not who you think I am.

Liv, think about what you're doing.

You can't just keep running.

Get in the car.

Get in the car!

Drive.

- What are you doing? - Just drive!

Liv!

Go, go, go, go.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey!

You're a hell of a shot.

No, actually, I'm not.

Well, you could have fooled me.

Hey, what are you doing?

They won't be able to find us now.

Thank you.

Yeah.

She must have removed the cab's tracker.

We've tapped into the surveillance cams,

but we haven't picked anything up yet.

Did you see the incident footage?

Yes, sir.

Hey!

You know what I'm thinking?

That there's only one person at Fringe Division

who could make a shot like that.

It's working.

Why'd you pull over?

This is it.

18th Street, 10th Avenue... that's where you said.

- Oh, no. - What?

It's not here.

They must never have built it.

Okay, maybe you got the cross streets wrong.

Let me look it up.

I'm stuck here.

Are you okay?

Shadowgrove Circle...

302 Shadowgrove Circle.

It's in Tarrytown.

I... it's a... it's a safe house.

Walter must have told me about it.

I don't know why I forgot.

Tarrytown's about 40 minutes from here.

Okay, we better get going.

Hey, Frank.

Charlie, what's up?

Do you have news about Olivia?

You mind if I come in?

Come in.

He obviously means a lot to you.

Excuse me?

The guy you mentioned, why you say you came here.

Frank? Yeah.

I thought you said his name was Peter.

Yeah.

Peter.

Right.

You don't look so good.

How long till we get there?

Not long.

I haven't slept since this whole thing happened.

I don't even know what's wrong with her.

Nobody will even give me a straight answer.

We're gonna get her better.

I promise you.

We just... we just got to find her.

Can you think of something that, uh,

we might have missed...

you know, um, someone else she could have gone to for help,

someplace she could be hiding out,

a friend, anything?

Marilyn is back in town.

I thought she was in France.

She came home when she heard what happened.

You know, the last time I ran a fare out this far,

the meter read about 300 bucks.

Guess I'll just put it on your tab.

I can wait for you if you like.

No, you go home to your family.

You gonna be okay?

I'm not crazy, you know.

But to prove that to you I'd have to tell you

some things that were even crazier.

You know, a few years ago, I was in a bad way.

Couldn't pull myself out.

Inside, I knew I was somebody else.

There's only one person who believed that...

Jasmine.

She saw the man I knew I was.

But she was the only one.

I mean, sometimes you just got to believe

what you can't see.

Thank you.

Olive?

Mom.

Sweetheart.

Oh!

I know what happened.

They told me about your breakdown.

I came home as soon as I heard.

I tried to see you, but they wouldn't let me.

Sweetheart, I've been so scared.

I'm not your daughter.

My mother died when I was 14 years old.

This is all wrong.

- You're not supposed to be here. - Sweetheart!

Don't you call me that. I am not your daughter.

Yes, you are. You're just confused.

This was going to be my way home.

This is your home.

No, my home is in Jacksonville, Florida.

I was... I was brought up on an army base.

I've never been here before!

If you've never been here, how did you know to come here?

I helped you paint, didn't I?

Yes.

You picked the colors.

I wanted blue,

but you convinced me to use...

Yellow, because it was more cheerful.

Sweetheart...

this is your home.

This is your safe house.

Oh.

Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Dunham.

Just, um, wondering if you heard from Olivia.

She's here.

She is?

Come on in.

Hey.

Olivia Dunham has been recovered.

It appears that your treatments

have taken effect after all.

Your plan was sound.

They just needed a bit more time than you assumed.

No, it wasn't time.

It was the adrenaline from her escape.

The adrenaline triggered our Olivia's memory "b" lymphocytes.

It carried them across the blood-brain barrier

and successfully transferred the memories,

which means for all intents and purposes...

She is our Olivia now.

Thanks, Charlie.

For what?

For being my friend.

Hey, Liv?

Yeah?

Thank you for not shooting me.

Aw.

Give her the weekend.

After that, she should be fine to go to work.

Then I assume this is the time to ask you, "why?"

Why convince her she's our Olivia Dunham?

Why is it necessary?

You don't need to worry about that just yet.

You'll know soon enough.

Due respect, Mr. Secretary,

you're embedding one of them on my team,

and you've embedded my agent with them.

I need to know now.

Good work today, Phillip.

And that's what you call him...

"Walternate"... your real father?

Yeah.

Okay, go on.

Well, walternate took me over there

because he said he needed me to help him

fix the damage on the other side.

But you believed he was lying to you.

Yeah, he... he never had any intention

to... to fix the other side.

He wanted me to help him destroy ours.

Hmm.

"Hmm," what?

Pen's dying.

Here, give it to me. I know a trick.

A trick...

to save a dying pen?

Do you want me to fix it or not?

Ah, it's okay.

We're almost finished here.

I just have one more question.

Um, you said when you learned walternate was lying to you,

your first thought was anger,

that you wanted to put a stop to his agenda.

But you could have done that by staying there.

So the one thing I don't understand is...

why'd you come back?

You know, I haven't seen those in a while...

your shoes.

Wallabees.

Are you bringing them back?

Where did they go?

Oh, good.

He's done.

How was it?

It was endless, but it's over now.

We can get on with our lives.

Great.

How about we start with dinner?

I'm starving.

And the whole time I was in there,

there was only one thing I could think about.

Yeah? What?

That.

Let's go.

I'm sure tomorrow will bring the usual insanity.

May as well enjoy a night off.