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Welcome back.

Please, let me out of here.

Please, let me out of here!

And our Agent Dunham, has she made contact?

She's on the other side now.

Walter says this tech isn't from here.

They can have an army that looks like anyone they want them to.

The shapeshifter's blood is Mercury.

I have everything you need for your new identity.

Careful, that side might be alluring, but, they started the war.

I don't care how long you've been here.

This is my operation, you work for me.

So? what else did you come up with?

And you can't say pirate again.

Definitely a banker.

A banker?

Persian kid rock? Yeah.

His long hair is just his link to his individuality.

I think they work together.

Well, she's wearing her sexiest little black dress,

so somewhere deep inside of her,

she was hoping this dinner was about something else.

Not work. But she was wrong.

Yes, she was.

That, however, is truly impressive.

Yeah, he's a little short for her, I'll grant you that.

But not when you stand him on his money.

Careful. Your con man's showing.

I think I just understand transactional needs.

Each party has something the other party wants.

She gets security, he gets her.

We all draw our moral lines in the sand.

And unless you can put yourself in another man's shoes,

I don't think you can really judge their situations.

But look at the body language.

They haven't slept together yet.

No?

You can always tell when a relationship's

about to take that next step.

I had a really nice time tonight.

Me too.

But unfortunately, if I don't get home,

Walter's gonna start wondering where I am.

And then he'll probably start calling the emergency rooms.

Shall we? Yeah.

Thanks. Have a good night.

Uh, could you give me a moment?

Yeah, of course. I'll be outside.

Hi, senator van horn.

Hi, girls.

You know, I've been looking for some lemonade all day.

You know where I can find some?

We're selling lemonade. You are?

Well, perfect!

Mrs. van horn has me running all over town.

I am parched.

Oh, that looks delicious. How much?

$1.00. $1.00?

We made it ourselves.

Well, I don't know.

You know, this just might be

the best lemonade I have ever had.

I'll see you, okay?

Bye. Bye.

Wait! You forgot your change!

Victim is unresponsive.

Possible head injury.

I don't feel a pulse, doctor. Charge v-fib?

Not yet.

But he has no pulse.

Then why is he still breathing?

Patricia.

Oh, Phillip.

I heard on the news.

I got here as fast as I could.

How is he?

I don't know. They won't tell me anything.

I want information on James van horn.

Prep for intubation and alert the O.R.

O.R. is standing by.

Get me a CBC and tox screen.

What's his BP? I'm not getting anything.

He has no pressure.

Start CPR.

What the hell is going on with this guy?

Stand aside, please.

You can't be in here.

Stay here.

Stop right there!

Freeze!

FBI! drop your weapon!

You, come here!

I will kill her!

Drop your weapon! Do it!

No!

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you can't seriously expect me to believe

that you're okay with this.

Well, William's last wish was that your father

take over this company,

my personal feelings are not at issue.

With a basement lab in Harvard,

Walter was able to open a wormhole

into another dimension

that essentially shredded all the laws of science.

I can't wait to see what he's capable of doing

with a multibillion-dollar corporation.

Your father made some regrettable choices in the past,

but his brilliance is undeniable.

It was that intellect that William bell believed in.

And frankly, so do I.

It's not his intellect I'm concerned about.

So beautiful,

it is absolutely breathtaking.

Somewhere between pudding and Foie gras.

And why do I bring this up? You, with the red hair.

It's black.

I see red. Answer the question.

I'm really not sure

why we're talking about brain physiology.

Dear God.

How can you be so limited?

When William bell created this company,

he knew one thing to be true.

Brain and the mind are capable of so much.

Don't you see that the brain

is consciousness, Hmm?

The mind is God!

There are no limits,

except for those that we impose on ourselves.

Open your eyes. Open, open.

Inspiration is everywhere.

Do you know how lucky you are to play in this sandbox?

My heart is racing. God!

Is anyone else hot in here?

Uh, sorry to interrupt.

Oh, Peter, you're just in time for the good...

Time to put your pants back on, Walter.

We got a case. We have to go.

Of course.

I'll just get my things.

He's a bit unorthodox.

He's also trippin' his brains out right now.

You know that, right? Mm.

Van horn was admitted at 1400 hours.

Newton came in 15 minutes later

and went on a shooting spree.

Look at that. It's like he's got no fear.

Clearly, van horn was an operative of Newton's.

We can only assume Newton knew

van horn's identity as a shape-shifter

would be revealed after he was injured in the crash.

So Newton came here to retrieve him.

And when he couldn't, he shut him up.

Oh, in the right light,

your hair looks like strands of lemon diamonds.

He self-medicated this morning.

Don't worry.

I do some of my finest work Se-medicated.

Good, because not only was James van horn

a sitting U.S. senator with top level clearance,

he was a good man.

I want to know how long ago he was replaced

by a shape-shifter and for what purpose.

I want a full accounting of every committee he sat on,

every classified briefing he had.

Okay. well, I'll make sure that his office is locked down.

Broyles, if they can get to a sitting senator,

the whole government could be compromised.

I know.

I'm gonna call Dan Gilmore at the CDC

and arrange blood tests for everyone on the hill.

Dr. bishop? Mm-hmm?

Examine the body, see what you can find.

Of course.

I think I'll go examine the body

and see what I can find.

So is it a machine? No.

Where can I purchase some candy buttons?

Those little candies attached to rolls of paper.

Do they still make those?

I wouldn't know. I try not to eat sugar.

So if it's not a machine, it's human?

Nerve hook.

To answer your question,

it is neither and both.

Part machine,

part organic.

A shape-shifter.

Such an inspired creation.

Frankly, I'm a little envious

that belly thought of it before I did.

How's it going in here?

You'll be happy to know

that having something to focus on

is calming the vividness of my hallucinations.

I think I'll probably be able to take it from here, Agent.

Thank you.

So, Walter.

I'm glad she's gone.

Very negative energy.

It seems pretty specific, don't you think, Walter?

One shot, right through the eye?

That's a good question.

Assuming that Newton shot the shape-shifter

to incapacitate him,

perhaps this is the location

of some sort of power source.

So assuming that you're right,

do you think we could fix it?

Fix him?

We could try.

Yes?

What were you thinking?

Van horn was in a car accident.

He was a liability. I had to act quickly.

Okay. what did he know?

He was a senior operative. He knew everything.

Did he know about me? Of course.

Who do you think provided the information

on Olivia Dunham and the fringe team?

Don't worry. He's been disabled.

Or as you people call it, he's dead.

And data recovery's impossible.

Your cover's safe, for now.

What do you mean, my cover is safe for now?

I don't know what your mission is, Bolivia,

and you've made it very clear that it's none of my concern.

Whatever it is, I imagine it requires you

to gain Peter bishop's complete trust.

What makes you think that I don't already have it?

Well, maybe it's because I'm looking in

from the outside,

but I'm willing to wager that somewhere,

deep inside his brain,

Peter bishop senses that something

is not quite right with you,

that something has changed,

that you're not his Olivia.

Okay, you need to remember who you're talking to.

You're in over your head.

You're not fully committed to this task,

and because of that, you will fail.

Did you know, in the 19th century,

hatmakers used Mercury

to flatten the fur on hat brims?

Sadly, the Mercury caused significant brain damage.

Hence, where Lewis Carroll got the term "mad hatter."

thank you, Walter.

That will be very helpful

next time I'm on Jeopardy!.

I can't animate this shape-shifter.

Not here.

Perhaps if we moved the body back to my lab...

sure, I'll have the body

transferred back to Harvard right away.

No. my other lab.

The equipment of massive dynamic

is state of the art.

Okay. I'll call Nina right now.

Uh-oh. I think I might be peaking again.

Peter, perhaps chamomile tea would help.

Whoa, stop, stop.

What'd you just do, Walter?

I must have triggered something.

So how's it going in here?

Agent Dunham, good news.

It seems this tin can is still kicking.

Agent Astrid Farnsworth.

I'm here to see Dr. bishop.

I've got an "Astro" Farnsworth.

That's me, mm-hmm.

You know, the old me

would have been really disgusted by that.

Eh, finally.

Did you get everything on the list?

I don't even want to know.

Which one are you referring to?

Both.

Ha. did you get the candy buttons?

Yeah, do you really think that he's...

they're for me. Okay.

Now, do you mind telling me

what all this stuff is for?

We're making a treasure map.

Somewhere inside this creature is a data storage unit,

and now that he's alive, I'm going to find it.

Using those items as visual stimuli,

we are going to map its neural pathways...

well, what we would think of as its brain.

And what are we hoping to find?

Its memories, Astrid.

Everything it knows.

Who it was working for.

If there were others.

You look shocked.

You just called me Astrid.

You never get my name right.

Must be the LSD.

These are senator van horn's homeland security briefings,

going back three years.

Great. thank you.

You know, I can handle this,

if you want to go check on Walter

and see how he's doing.

Astrid must be there by now.

If they've learned anything, I'm sure they'll call.

The senator made requests for classified intelligence

29 times last month.

There's nothing here.

Well, if he's like the other shape-shifters,

he's gonna be careful.

He's not gonna leave anything here

that would tell us he wasn't the senator.

Except for one thing.

He didn't know that today was the day he was gonna die.

Unless he had someone come in here and clean up after him,

there's got to be something.

It's Rachel. I should take this.

Tell her I said hi. Heh.

Hey, Rache, what's up?

Do you know it's customary to leave one message,

and the caller will get back to you?

Not 30.

He's alive.

Van horn is alive.

That's impossible.

You underestimated them.

He's on the 23rd floor of massive dynamic.

Dr. bishop's working on him now.

I'll take care of it.

You'd better.

Hey, I think I found something.

What is it?

It's you.

You...and me...

and Walter...

all of us.

Every case we ever worked on.

He knew everything.

You want to pretend

the train's going into the station?

I'm 7 1/2, mom.

You forget you're dealing with a very mature young man here.

Ah, I'll tell them we don't want any.

Come on, asparagus, it's great.

And it'll make your pee smell funny.

Real funny.

Hello, Ray.

I have an assignment for you.

The body's in the lab on the 23rd floor.

You expect me to break into massive dynamic?

Oh, you don't have to.

Just shift into a new body

assigned to you still, someone with clearance.

It shouldn't be a problem.

Is it?

No. I'm just surprised.

I haven't seen you in five years.

Oh, you know, that's the way it works.

After this mission, you'll take a new identity.

And Ray?

No traces left behind.

Nothing that can expose us.

Understood?

I'll contact you when it's done.

Good.

I've got bureau agents stationed throughout the building,

and an NYPD security detail has set up a perimeter.

So what makes you think that Newton

would try to recover the shape-shifter?

I'd rather be wrong than sorry.

Good, I heard you were back. Hold on, Walter, hold on.

According to the files in van horn's office,

he's been collecting Intel on us for the last two years.

Which suggests when he was shifted.

Besides Newton,

anything about other shape-shifters?

Anything that would tell us

who they're working with, how they get their orders?

No.

So did you find anything in D.C.?

We ran blood tests on every.

Everyone checks out.

What about the DOD and FBI?

The shape-shifters could have infiltrated their ranks too.

We're testing everyone

with a level four classification or above.

No, we've got to go wider.

Van horn can't be the only mole.

There's just no way...

maybe we should just ask him.

That's what I've been trying to say.

If you want to know

who the shape-shifter's been working with,

I think we should just ask him.

Is it even possible

that there's recoverable data left in van horn?

Walter thinks so.

We've been trying various techniques

to locate it.

At first, we did not have very much luck.

With everyday objects, the shape-shifters

only had a minimal reaction.

But then we tried something more personal.

Watch the monitors closely.

Here's what happens when I show it a toy car.

No neural activity.

But when I show a photograph

of the senator's wife...

so those areas are where the data is?

No, we haven't found any data storage.

Not yet, we haven't,

but I believe we can continue

to revive the neural pathways

by playing upon this emotional tie.

I'm not following, Walter. It's a machine.

Yes, and to succeed in its mission,

it needed to play the role of a spouse.

And pretending to have an emotional connection

caused a real one to form.

The ability to process complex emotions

is built into the machine's operating system.

We just needed a stronger trigger to find the data.

We need to use van horn's wife.

Oh, I don't think we can ask that of a civilian, Walter.

I mean, not to mention

the security clearance it would require.

It's the only way.

Broyles, I know she's a friend of yours,

but if we could get at that data...

I don't think it's a good idea.

Imagine the panic if she talks to the press.

I've known Patricia van horn for most of my adult life.

Her character's beyond question.

If she's willing to help us, I'm willing to trust her.

Hey, buddy, what are you still doing up?

I didn't sound the monster alarm,

but I think he's here.

Where?

Under the bed.

You know...

sometimes...

monsters aren't all that bad.

Sometimes...

if you get to spend some time with them,

they can be very surprising.

They can be, um, incredibly sweet and pure

and capable of great, great love.

And then, one of them might actually become

your very, very best friend.

But you're my best friend.

Yeah, that's right.

Are you going to work?

Yeah.

Come check on me when you get back?

I will.

Patricia, this is Agent Olivia Dunham and Peter bishop.

Hello. hi. Hello.

I'm, uh, I'm sorry.

I know that what we're asking you to do

is difficult.

Frankly, it all seems a bit beyond comprehension.

Last week was our granddaughter's first birthday.

You should have seen the way Jim held her in his arms.

He was so happy.

And now, the thought that he was really this thing...

Patricia, if this is too much for you...

no. I want to be here.

I want to know who did this to my husband.

Well, that's what we're hoping to find out too.

You ready?

I'm ready.

Hi, James. It's me, Patricia.

Can you hear me?

Is... is that what you want?

Oh, it's perfect.

But if you could please talk to him and not at him.

Okay.

It's quiet in the house without you.

I finished the curtains. I can't sleep.

It's just something to do.

No, no, no, this is not good.

Um...

maybe if you could touch him.

Um, perhaps a gentle caress or tickle.

Excuse me?

Uh, I'm just suggesting possible ways...

no, it... it's okay. I understand.

Jim...

the kids have been asking for you.

Grayson called yesterday.

Neural activity is rising.

Lucy said her first word.

"shoes."

it's working. We're close.

I've been thinking of all the years we had.

I know it wasn't always easy.

I'm sorry I didn't know...

you were gone.

I-I don't know how I didn't know.

You would have known.

I-I know you would have.

Walter, the lower base of his spine.

No, something's wrong. It doesn't make any sense.

I don't know if you can ever forgive me,

but I- 11, 10, 12, Whitefield.

11, 13, 16, beaufain.

Walter, what's happening? I don't know.

11, 17, Essex.

It could be ciphertext, like a code, maybe.

No, he's on a loop. 11, 13...

stop it! That's enough!

What was that?

I don't know.

Maybe we triggered a corrupted file,

a mishmash of discarded data.

No.

I know what that was.

Next month was our anniversary.

The beaufain, the Whitefield, the Essex,

they're all hotels.

We were leaving November 10th.

We're done here.

Let me take you home.

Did it help?

Did you find what you were looking for?

You've done more than enough.

It's no use.

There has to be a way to salvage more data.

The shape-shifter's system's too badly damaged.

Any data in there is likely lost.

One thing I do know for sure,

I am no longer high.

Walter, why don't we take a break

and get something to eat?

I don't have an appetite.

Well, maybe just a change of scenery

might clear your head,

make you feel better.

I suppose so.

Walter, I thought you said you weren't hungry?

I'm eating for comfort.

To think what I put that poor woman through,

and the most activity we saw

it was his lower spine, urred in Walter.

Look, animal cookies. You love these.

No, belly loved them.

I occasionally eat them to honor him, that is all.

Walter, I'm just trying to cheer you up.

Thank you.

Belly always thought that dinosaur cookies

would have been a better idea.

Velociraptor, mm! Dilophosaurus, yum!

You know, I was more of a stegosaurus fan myself.

That was belly's favorite too.

The funny thing about stegosaurus...

Walter? Walter, what just happened?

I'll be right back.

Oh, don't eat my pudding.

Okay.

Did you know that the stegosaurus

had a brain in its ass?

Why didn't I think of it?

The stegosaurus has a massive cluster of nerves

above the rump, the sacral ganglion.

Evolutionary leap.

Separating short term memory from long term memory.

Dr. bishop, go right ahead.

Thank you.

You're not authorized to be up here.

Police are strictly working the lobby.

Sir.

Patricia van horn

was living with a shape-shifter for two years.

She must have noticed something different.

Oh, shape-shifters are good at their job, you know?

I've been thinking about it.

Maybe she did notice, and she just made excuses

for herself not to have to deal with it.

Or she came up with ways to explain it to herself.

Kind of like I've been doing with you.

With me?

Yeah.

With all the little differences

ever since you got back from the other side.

And you did tell me that your experiences

on the other side changed you,

but since you got back, it's like...

it's like you're a completely different person.

You seem less burdened.

You're more patient with Walter.

Don't get me wrong, I like it.

The change is good.

But it's different.

Hey.

Hey. Hey.

Where's Walter?

I don't know.

He said he'd be right back.

Astrid, I need you to adjust that light.

Step away from him.

Stay right there.

Don't move.

It was in his spine. I was right.

Yeah, you were right.

Look, he's probably just gone to the restroom or something.

No, he left his pudding. Something must be wrong.

Excuse me.

Hey!

That cop, it must have been him.

Okay, you look for Walter, I'll go after the shape-shifter.

Walter?

Walter!

Walter. Walter, look at me.

Hey, Walter?

Walter!

Hey.

Son?

The stegosaurus, Peter.

It has two brains.

That's what they were after.

I, uh, I couldn't find him.

So is he all right?

He took a pretty bad knock on the head.

I'll be fine.

Uh, this is Dunham. We're on floor 23.

I need the EMTS here now, there was someone here.

We know, Walter. There was a shape-shifter here.

And they took what we were after.

He took the data out of van horn.

Walter? Walter, oh, my God!

What?

Walter, are you okay?

Under the circumstances, I'm fine.

I could have been killed.

What are you doing?

The security cameras.

If we can I.d. The shape-shifter,

maybe we can catch him before he changes bodies.

Oh, come on.

Peter.

Ownership has its privileges.

You didn't shift.

I didn't have to.

I got it.

Don't worry about them.

I took care of it. We're clean.

Why did you do that?

I didn't.

I couldn't understand your hesitation.

I saw it, but I didn't understand it.

I do now.

It's... it's them, isn't it?

I got the disc. I found a way...

and now it's time for you to move on.

No. This is my life.

And now you'll have another life,

just like you had another one before.

This is simply a way station for you.

A stop along the way.

It's what we do. It's what we're made for.

No, no, no.

It means so much to me

and I've come to mean so much to them.

How can you ask me to give them up?

Well, I suppose I can't.

Keep your hands where I can see them!

Get back in your car!

I need to reach Agent Broyles.

It's urgent.

Newton.

Newton, where is it?

Is he alive?

Where is it?

He's breathing. Yeah.

Does he have the disc?

I can't find it, but, uh,

we can search properly when I get him into custody.

All right.

Is the van horn disc secure?

It is.

You're gonna have a very difficult time

without me, you know?

Well, there are plenty of machines here.

I can befriend a vacuum cleaner.

You're very good at that.

At what?

At continuing to try to convince yourself

that you don't care.

But you do care, don't you?

Every night when your head hits the pillow

in the last moments before you go to sleep,

your emotions betray you

and you question your ability to pull this off.

Words like, "integrity," "self-respect,"

they haunt you.

They form a line that you're unwilling to cross

and that will lead to your undoing.

But I suppose that's not my problem anymore.

Here you go.

I lied to you.

About what?

Uh...I don't want to talk.