Original subtitles

Who is this guy? What is he doing?

He's watching, which is why we refer to him as the observer.

Previously on fringe...

That's a different guy.

Who are these people?

I think these guys show up at important moments.

You were dead, Peter.

We were drowning and he dove in.

We were saved, both of us, by a man that I had never met.

The boy is important. He has to live.

I have said too much.

I'm not supposed to get involved.

It appears you've been busy.

You have changed the future.

You need to restore balance. How?

You will have an opportunity

to fix this.

Please don't take my son.

Walter?

Peter.

You're up early.

Oh, no, I'm still asleep upstairs in my bed.

You're just talking to an astral projection of me.

You're just saying that to see if I'm high.

What are you doing, Walter?

I'm making myself smarter.

Really?

When William removed those parts of my brain

all those years ago, he diminished my intellect.

And now, I'm not the equal of my equal.

Your equal?

Walternate. If I can think like him,

I can figure out what he's trying to do with that device

and how to keep you safe.

Walter. Hmm?

You really sure you should be dabbling in that?

I've done hundreds of experiments on myself.

No. That's not what I meant, Walter.

According to William bell,

he took out those parts of your brain for a reason.

Because you asked him to.

Because you were afraid of what you were becoming.

I don't wanna see you hurt yourself.

I won't hurt myself.

Ooh.

[Doorbell rings] Ahh...

Who's that at 2:00 in the morning?

Oh! My pizza.

So you are high, then.

Maybe a bit.

We've got a live one.

(Pam) That's Mr. Joyce. He's a sleepwalker.

[Alarm buzzes]

(Joe) Open door in the patient wing.

Who is that?

Come on.

(Pam) Mr. Joyce.

Are you awake? Mr. Joyce.

Who were you talking to?

That boy. Where did he go?

I was talking to...

Bobby.

Bobby?

Now, he definitely wasn't talking to Bobby.

Who's Bobby?

It's Mr. Joyce's son.

He died in 1985.

What did he say to you?

Did you tell him?

What now?

I take you back home.

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[Knock at door]

Olivia Dunham?

Yeah.

Thank you.

[Telephone rings]

[Ringing]

[Beep]

Dunham.

Hey.

Hey.

What's up?

Broyles was just telling us a ghost story.

Bobby Joyce.

He's the son of one of the residents here.

Or rather, he was.

He died 25 years ago.

And it gets more odd.

The cameras picked up this as well.

The observer?

It's been a while since we've seen him.

Agent Broyles?

You comin', Walter?

Yes, of course.

(Pam) After I took a second look at the video,

I knew who it was right away.

Mr. Joyce keeps a photo of Bobby on his bedside table.

I been looking at it ever since I worked here.

Did Mr. Joyce say what it was

that he and Bobby were talking about?

He doesn't remember. He was sleepwalking.

That's Mr. Joyce.

Roscoe Joyce!

You know him?

Mr. Joyce!

Mr...Mr. Joyce.

I'm Walter bishop!

I'm a tremendous fan!

Nice to meet you.

You ever heard of Violet sedan chair? No.

It's Walter's favorite band.

Roscoe Joyce is their keyboardist.

He's a hero of Walter's.

He's up there with Einstein and tesla.

Uh...Mr. Joyce,

I'm agent Olivia Dunham.

Hi.

I understand that you had a visitor last night.

My son.

I don't remember talking to him.

But I remember he was here.

It's a curse, not...

Remembering a miracle.

It was a miracle seeing him again.

Can you imagine what that's like?

Yes, I can.

Mr. Joyce?

(Nurse) I'm sorry.

It's time for his physical therapy

and his medication.

Ready, Mr. Joyce?

One, two...

Three.

I've come to believe in some strange things,

but ghosts...

Bobby wasn't a ghost.

The observer doesn't experience time like we do.

If we can accept that he can travel from the past

to the present and back to the past again,

then it's not inconceivable

that he could bring others with him.

We'll have to try and help Mr. Joyce

remember what his son said to him.

I'll need to take him back to my lab.

But why would the observer drag a dead man

25 years through time just to talk with his father?

I don't know.

But every time the observer shows up,

it has something to do with you.

And every time, it's something bad.

Walter, come on, you...

I'll go wait in the car.

I'll make the arrangements to have Mr. Joyce released.

Three pills at 8:00 this evening,

and he gets a little cranky if he doesn't eat.

[Laughs] That's all right.

[Pills rattle] I got experience with cranky.

Thank you. Mm-hmm. Have a good one.

That's sweet.

Yeah, it is.

Uh, I don't think that this was for me.

It arrived this morning,

and I looked at the date on the order,

and it was from when I was over there.

So I figured that it was probably for her.

Olivia...

it's okay.

I understand you're gonna help me

remember what my son said to me.

We're gonna try.

I'm almost done here. You guys finished out front?

Unh! Aah!

[Device dialing]

I'm at 719 Skelton Avenue. There has been a robbery.

[Woman wheezing]

[Gasping]

Help me.

[Wheezing]

[Air hisses]

Thank you.

Walter? Where do you want this?

Uh, r-r-right...There!

Very good. Thanks, fellas.

What's he listening to? Ocean waves.

I need him to be in a peaceful state of mind

for the hypnotherapy to take full effect.

Once he's in a more pliable state,

he may be able to access his memories.

That's a good look, Walter.

These were created by an old friend of mine,

Dr. Jacoby from Washington state.

They will enable me to see Roscoe's aura

so that I can measure the depth of his hypnotic state.

And the piano?

Roscoe's mind doesn't work like ours.

His creativity is expressed through music.

Playing may help him to recollect the conversation

he had with his son.

And if you just happen to get a private concert

from your musical idol...

That's not why I'm doing this.

But I cannot deny that I would enjoy it.

Mr. Joyce?

We're ready for you.

What do you want me to do?

Let me guide you.

Listen to my voice.

I will speak into the microphone.

Now, imagine yourself... Somewhere tranquil,

serene, safe.

Go down the staircase...

So there's no footage at all?

Okay, well, thank you for checking.

I thought maybe the traffic cameras

would have picked up the observer,

but no such luck.

How's it going out there?

Uh, Walter's channeling the amazing Kreskin.

I just wanted to try and explain the book.

You don't have to.

She asked me what my favorite book was.

I understand that she was probably just trying

to gather information on me, but...

I also know that I'm not the easiest guy to get to know.

It's always been easier for me to...

Keep people at arm's length...

Which is actually something that I think we have in common.

The book wasn't meant for her.

It was meant for the Olivia Dunham

that I've spent the last couple years of my life with.

Because I wanted you to read it.

You're the person I wanted to share it with.

You know, I feel like rip van winkle.

Everything is different.

Even you opening up to me is different.

And this book is just a reminder

of all the things that I missed,

conversations we didn't have...

[Footsteps]

You guys should come see this.

Walter's doing it.

Sit.

At the count of three,

you will open your eyes, but you won't be awake.

You'll still be open and receptive as you are now.

Are you ready?

One...

Two, three.

Ohh...Ha ha.

It's been a long time since I touched a piano.

[Plays chord]

♪ ♪

[Melancholy tune]

♪ ♪

Roscoe, I want you to think back.

[Continues playing]

The night you saw Bobby.

Tuesday...

Tuesday is...

Chicken dinner.

Yes. And...

After you went to bed and fell asleep,

what happened?

♪ ♪

Bobby...

My boy.

I didn't believe it was him.

It'd been so long since...

I'd seen him.

♪ ♪

I asked him if he was real.

[Continues playing]

He took my hand...

He was real.

What did he say?

He whispered something to me.

He was so close...

I felt his... [Cell phone rings, plays off-chord]

God, I-I-I'm...

Dunham. Can you hold on, please?

I-I'm so sorry, Walter.

This is Dunham. Let's go.

What did Bobby say?

I don't remember.

(Olivia) Go it. I'm on my way.

The observer's been spotted in Brookline, so...

Walter, you all right?

If all right means despondent, yes.

Peter, go. I'll take care of him.

Walter, I'm sorry!

[Footsteps, door closes]

He was in a...

Brown shirt.

Who was?

Bobby.

His mother gave it to him.

What did Bobby tell you?

He told me...

I would...Meet you.

Walter...Bishop.

He called you by name.

Bobby said I was supposed to...Help you.

Help me.

How?

I don't know.

Don't you?

It has begun.

I have set everything in motion.

I have watched Dr. bishop as long as you have,

perhaps not as closely, but I think you're wrong.

He won't do it.

I disagree.

I believe he has changed.

[Truck door opens]

[Alarm chirps]

You think he has changed.

I don't believe he has.

In either case,

I suppose we will find out soon enough.

[Engine turns]

[Playing mellow rock]

♪ ♪

Are you sure you don't know what I'm supposed to do for ya?

No idea.

Bobby told me to help you.

You already have.

Just hearing you play, I...

I feel like I'm a teenager again.

♪ ♪

Can I ask you something, Roscoe?

[Stops playing]

Why did Violet sedan chair break up?

I don't know. It just happened.

We were having creative differences.

We figured the best thing to do was to take a break,

give the band time to regroup.

One day, I looked up...

And a couple of years had gone by.

I barely touched the keyboard.

And then a couple more.

Eventually...

It just seemed easier not to.

[Resumes playing]

I suppose that that's hard to understand.

No.

I spent years away from the things I loved.

I've been trying to get back into the swing of it

ever since.

[Continues playing]

I was having an asthma attack.

It was like he saw what I needed.

He got my inhaler from my purse.

Did he say anything to you?

No. Nothing.

It was like nothing affected him.

He had this calmness.

I didn't even think he was real, except...

He saved my life.

So...What... what is all this you got here, huh?

Recently, I invented a liquid base

to aid in the process of brain-mapping.

Ha. Really?

Brain-mapping.

That's a good name for an album.

Any chance you could explain that

to a simpleton like me?

I don't want to bore you with the details,

but I'm missing parts of my brain.

And I have to rejuvenate them

in order to rise

to the intellectual challenges before me.

And they are?

Discovering why your son Bobby

left the message...

And how to keep my son Peter

from the peril surrounding him.

Is that...Milk?

The milk acts as a bonding agent

for the other compounds.

Oh...

A-and helps disguise the taste.

I don't see how I can

help you in any way.

My knowledge of science begins and ends

with inventing a recipe for a...

Strawberry milk shake.

You like strawberry milk shake?

They're my number one drink since I stopped drinking.

It's mine too!

Ashram! Come out here, please.

Walter, what is it?

I need you to go to the grocery store. Walter...

We need a gallon of strawberry ice cream,

some sweet whey, and some yeast and some sugar.

Okay. We need coffee anyway.

Thank you, dear.

[Door closes]

I spent six years perfecting my recipe.

You must try it!

Well...Ha.

To answers.

[Door opens] Oh, did you forget something?

I hope they didn't run out of sweet whey.

Hello, Walter.

We need to speak.

You call it... Autumn.

Is that right?

Lovely word.

We had a deal.

Please... Don't take him from me.

The drawing. Peter in the device.

You know the future.

Tell me how I can save my son from dying.

There are things that I know.

But there are things that I do not.

Various possible futures are happening simultaneously.

I can tell you all of them, but I cannot tell you

which one of them will come to pass.

Because every action causes ripples,

consequences both obvious and...Unforeseen.

For instance...

After I pulled you and Peter from the icy lake,

later that summer, Peter caught a firefly.

I could not have known he would do that

or that because he did

a young girl three Miles away would not.

And so later that night,

she would continue looking,

trying to find another one.

I could not have known that when she did not come home,

her father would go out looking for her,

driving in the rain,

so that when the traffic light turned red,

his truck skidded through the intersection at Harvard yard,

killing a pedestrian.

Did that happen?

You and I have interfered

with the natural course of events.

We have upset the balance

in ways I could not have predicted.

Which is why now I need your help.

Help?

When the time comes,

give him the keys and save the girl.

Give him the keys? W-wha... what do you mean?

What girl?

You should answer your phone.

[Cell phone rings]

[Beep]

Hello?

(Peter) Apparently, your friend is fighting crimes now.

Friend? The observer.

Broke up a robbery at a jewelry store.

Three guys came in, killed the owner,

tied up the girl who worked here.

Girl? Yeah, according to her,

the observer saved her life.

Who is she, the girl? Her name's Victoria Dimiro.

Why?

I-I-I need to speak to her. Bring her here.

Walter... please don't argue with me, Peter.

This is important.

I need to speak with her.

Fine. But you'll have to wait.

Cops are about to take her downtown

so she can give a statement.

Well, as soon as they're done,

bring her here to me.

Ah! There you are.

I have several things to tell you.

First...

Miss Farnsworth is back.

[Chuckles]

And, uh, and I...

Remember something else.

Oh?

Bobby...Called me on the phone.

Just now?

Oh, no, no. Ha ha.

No.

Years ago.

We were on tour,

and he called to tell me

about a strange dream he'd just had.

He dreamt a bald man

in a dark suit

took him to see me.

I was an old man living in a nursing home.

Dreamin' about something that happens...

25 years later.

I don't think it was a dream at all.

I think...The man in the suit took your son through time.

And it was only just last night

that you caught up to the other end of the visit.

Mm.

Wild.

[Chuckles]

You know, come to think of it,

that was the last conversation we had.

Him...Telling me about his dream.

We were playing

a show that night,

a club in Harvard yard.

Bobby...

Was on his way to the show.

I remember looking outside

and seeing how hard it was raining.

I remember getting a call from the police.

They told me...

He stepped onto the crosswalk...

When a truck...

skidded through the traffic light.

They said it was... wasn't anybody's fault.

When I lost my son...

Nothing seemed to matter anymore.

That's the reason I broke up the band.

But here I am.

I played again. It felt good.

It felt right.

Maybe that's why Bobby came back.

Maybe it was.

Would you excuse me for a moment?

Hey. Peter called.

He wanted me to let you know

that they are on their way back,

and they're bringing the salesgirl with them.

Walter, what is it?

I know what the observer's doing.

Okay.

The day I crossed over and saved Peter,

I set off a chain reaction.

I set the universe off-balance.

Two of them.

I've seen the damage with my own eyes, but...

It's not enough.

It... it's not enough to understand

the suffering I've caused.

Walter, we have been over this.

You couldn't have known.

That's exactly the point... unforeseen consequences.

But my fault, just the same.

And that man...

Has lost a son

because I was unwilling to lose mine.

I know the observer is trying to restore balance,

and he wants me to help him,

to... to help undo all the damage I've caused,

but I can't do it.

Don't you see? Doing that,

I would lose him all over again.

Lose who? Peter!

Walter...

I need a phone!

[Cell phone rings]

[Beep] Hello.

A-ask that salesgirl a question for me.

Where was she in 1985?

I can't do that, Walter. She's in the car in front of us.

But we're just passing through Porter square.

We should be there in about five minutes.

You can ask her all the questions you like then...

[tires screeching] Peter?

(Walter) Peter?

Peter, what is it?

You check the other car. I'll go after him.

Peter, what's happening?

(Peter) The observer ran into the cop car.

Peter, are you all right?

Get on the dispatch. We're gonna need an ambulance.

Peter! I gotta go! I gotta go!

Where's your, uh, your inhaler?

[Wheezing]

No. It's not in there.

The bald man in the store...

He took it.

Put your arms around my neck.

[Wheezing]

Excuse me!

FBI! Move!

Try to calm down. You're gonna be all right.

Peter, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine, but she's not.

(Astrid) What's wrong with her?

She's asthmatic. The adrenaline from the crash...

elevated her heart rate and triggered an attack.

Exactly. There's an ambulance on the way, okay?

Where are you going?

Olivia took off after the observer on foot.

I'm gonna catch up.

Hey, gimme the keys, and save the girl. What did you say?

I said gimme the keys and save the girl.

He told me you'd say that. Who?

The observer.

This is it! This is his plan.

This is what he wanted.

You spoke with the observer?

Yes! He is course correcting.

I don't know how, but he's done some kind of...

A chain reaction that started from the moment

that we walked into that nursing home to meet Roscoe.

Everything since has been the sequence

culminating in this very moment,

and if I save this woman and let you go,

then I'm afraid the consequences...

You're gonna die, Peter.

They're gonna take you from me.

Walter, you can't predict the future, and neither can I.

But if you don't help that girl right now,

she's gonna die in the street... do you hear me?

They'll take you from me.

Walter, give me the keys.

Give me the keys, Walter.

Excuse me! Out of my way! Move!

FBI!

Coming through! Excuse me!

[Beep]

[Line ringing]

Yeah. I'm on state street.

I've lost him.

(Peter) I got him.

He's headed into a hostel at 119 main street.

(Olivia) Okay. I'm on my way.

[Car horn blasts, tires squeal]

Hey!

[Horns honking]

[Tires squeal]

[Exhales]

(Astrid) Walter, she's getting worse!

Now, here, I-I want you to lay down, please,

so we can help you... lay down.

Astrid, would you put your hands

either side of her ribs, please?

[Wheezing] It's all right.

When I tell you,

I want you to push up, applying constant pressure.

Okay.

I am going to use this plastic bottle

to push air into your lungs.

Will you hold your nose, please?

Okay, good. Are you ready? Push.

What is this all about?

You know, don't you?

The picture of me and the device...

what does it mean?

What's gonna happen to me?

It must be very difficult.

What?

Being a father.

Oof! Unh!

[Door opens]

Hey!

[Peter moaning]

You need to keep her calm to prevent another attack.

Thank you.

[Cell phone rings]

[Beep] H-hello?

Walter, we lost him.

Peter?

No, Walter, the observer. Peter's fine.

He's just a bit banged up, that's all.

Why would you think we lost Peter?

Is Peter okay?

Yes.

It doesn't make sense.

Why would the observer do all this?

Home.

It was a pleasure to meet you, Kelly.

You too, Roscoe.

I don't know what to say.

Come visit me sometime.

Bring me a strawberry milk shake.

I'll play some piano for ya.

It would be an honor.

I forgot what my son felt like,

what he smelled like.

How it felt to be around him.

But now I remember.

Nobody is supposed to have a second chance like that.

First he saves the girl, then he tries to kill her.

Then he runs up five flights of stairs

just to shoot me with his magic air gun and disappear.

None of it makes any sense.

And how is this different to any other day?

[Groans] Uh...

Peter, are you sure you don't wanna go see a doctor?

No, I'm okay. Thanks.

You ever feel like

every time we get close to getting the answers,

somebody changes the question?

Olivia.

So why is this your favorite book?

Because it talks about

not depending on other people for answers.

That you can only find the answers inside yourself.

Which...

Given our current situation,

is kind of amusing if you think about it.

[Pills rattle] Oh...Unh!

Peter? Peter!

[Cell phone rings]

[Beep] Hello. Walter bishop.

(Olivia) Walter, Peter's collapsed.

He's having some kind of a seizure.

He took some aspirins and swallowed it with some milk...

milk? Yeah, from the refrigerator.

Oh, God! Oh, God what?

The organometals I-in the serum

must have reacted w-with the phosphates in the milk.

Walter, what do I do?

He needs an anticoagulant to stop the seizures.

In my medical bag on the shelf near the centrifuge.

Okay, I got it... you'll also need

the gallon jug of saline, which is on the bottom shelf.

Open the bag... you'll find a bottle of magnesium sulfate.

Use the syringe.

1 cc of magnesium sulfate,

9 ccs o-of saline.

It's not here, Walter, the magnesium sulfate.

I can't find it.

Oh, w... no, no, no, I moved it, so...

So I-I'd know where I put it.

It was such an obvious place...

please, Walter!

Oh! Yeah!

I-I alphabetized it.

I-it's in the refrigerator

next to the mayonnaise.

Okay. I got it.

Quickly...

okay, Walter. Where do I put it?

In his leg. In his right leg.

Olivia?

Please tell me what's happening.

Olivia?

Okay.

Okay, I think he's stabilizing.

Everything's okay.

[Recording of if I only had a brain]

♪ I could while away the hours ♪

♪ conferrin' with the flowers ♪

♪ consultin' with the rain ♪

♪ ♪

♪ and my head I'd be scratchin' ♪

♪ while my thoughts were busy hatchin'... ♪

Hey.

I made you some... Rosemary chicken soup.

How are you feeling, son?

I'm better.

Thank you.

What are you thanking me for?

For what you did.

My serum was flawed.

It would have killed me if I'd taken it.

You only lived 'cause you're young and healthy.

And I suspect...That's what this was all about.

You lost me, Walter.

I think...

The observer saved my life.

When he gave you a knock on the head

so you'd take some aspirin and wash it down with the milk

so you'd ingest the serum instead of me.

I think if that's all he wanted,

there must have been an easier way.

Well, he's not human.

You can't expect him to think like us.

Oh!

Thank you.

♪ And then I'd sit ♪

♪ and think some more ♪

♪ I would not be just a nothin' ♪

♪ my head all full of stuffin' ♪

♪ my heart all full of pain ♪

[Suspenseful music]

I must admit,

I feared my experiment would fail.

But you were right.

He's changed.

He was willing to let his son die.

Yes.

And now we know.

When the time comes...

He will be willing to do it again.

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