All language subtitles for Fringe.s03e12

Previously on Fringe:

When you asked me
to come back to this world...

- you said...
- You belonged with me.

And so I came back for you.

And we started seeing each other.
I thought she was you, Olivia.

I'm sorry.

Olivia was never treated
with Cortexiphan.

I might have been.

Walter, what did you do to us?

We believed that our world
needed guardians.

You children would be
those protectors.

I'm sorry.

- The First People.
- By Seamus Wiles.

"They made the ultimate discovery:

A mechanism containing both the power
to create and to destroy."

This machine is dangerous.

We put the word out
that we were looking for the book.

We weren't the only ones.

- Who?
- William Bell.

Mm.

The First People.

You and your secrets.

Yes. Call Agent Dunham, please.

They all say essentially the same thing?

Not essentially. Precisely.

Despite being attributed
to different authors.

A fantastical idea. And I have yet
to uncover why William was pursuing it.

That being said, information in the books
led us directly to the coordinates...

where we recovered pieces
of the device.

Which makes them impossible
to discount.

I'd been thinking about the journal
the other Olivia wrote while here.

Perhaps her writing might
shed some light.

No. I read her file. She didn't mention
The First People or the device.

Oh, I hadn't realized.

I imagine
that must have been awkward...

reading her account
of her time with Peter.

Though it seems
somewhere along the way...

she did develop
genuine feelings for him.

I see.

And did that surprise you?

No. I mean, I understand
how that could happen.

But what?

Just makes me wonder
if maybe he feels the same way.

And I would understand if he did.

I... I was her for a while. And she's...

She's like me, but better. Heh.

Oh, Olivia...

No, I mean, she still has her mother.

She wasn't experimented on
as a child.

She can laugh. She has real friends.

She even wears a dress
every once in a while.

Yes, but even so, you don't know
what Peter is thinking.

William and I, we also had
a complicated relationship.

If there's one thing I regret, it's that
we never honestly acknowledged...

how we felt about each other.

Don't make the same mistake
that I did.

If you want to know how Peter feels...

ask him.

What is it?

Whoa!

Now you can finally get the real answers
to the mysteries of the universe, Warren.

Tell me, oh, 8 Ball,
will we get the Fowler grant?

Oh, "Outlook not so good."

Aw!

Thank you.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Warren

Happy birthday to you

Make a wish, Warren.

I wish I never hear you guys
sing again.

- You're very popular today.
- Oh, yeah, once a year.

Thanks, Grace.

Warren?

Ninety minutes ago, 911 received a call
about a suspected biological attack.

BPD responded, evac'ed
the building, set up a quarantine zone.

- Any casualties?
- One. Dr. Warren Blake.

A scientist working in the company's
R&D department.

The victim's reaction doesn't match...

any known biological
or chemical weapon.

Why would anyone kill a scientist?

What did we ever do?

Really?

Oh, my, look at this.

I feel nauseated.

Yeah, this is pretty disgusting.
Even by our standards.

I'm not talking about the body.

I fear I may have broken wind
inside my suit.

Hm, this is curious. Appears there isn't
a single bone left in this man's body.

This blue substance seems to be
the culprit.

Victim must have inhaled it.

Which caused his bones
to disintegrate?

Ingenious. It destroyed bone matter...

but was nonreactive
with everything else.

The work of a highly proficient
chemist, no doubt.

I found the source.
That's an odd delivery system.

Bonus points for the creepy factor.

This was definitely personal.

It was his birthday.
The card says, "From Madison."

So who's Madison?

I don't know. This was sent to Blake,
but there's no return address on it.

What are you thinking?

That this is too big
to go in a mail drop.

- Did I miss something?
- Yeah, our first lead.

Oh.

Thank you.

Broyles tracked the postal code.

The package was sent from Chelsea
two days ago.

So I'm just downloading
the post-office security footage.

Okay, let's see if we can find our guy.

"Doctor Warren Blake was noted
for his recent work...

in vaccinating thousands of people
in underdeveloped countries."

- This guy cured diseases. He saved lives.
- Ha-ha-ha.

All the creeps go after the good guys.

Oh, my.

How many times are you gonna test that?
Or is this just a way to break your diet?

Do you think I enjoy eating greasy,
fried food?

You're right.

But if I can figure out
exactly what this substance is...

then we may be able to determine
where it comes from. Look.

The molecules in the powder
bond with calcium.

But they also appear
to be capsulized...

which preserves the agent
until it's delivered into the host...

Hm.

What?

Belly and I worked on a similar
technique in the '70s...

when we were trying to vaccinate
people without their knowledge.

We discontinued the project...

when Tricky Dicky tried to use our
research to develop biological weapons.

You worked for Nixon?

It was uncomfortable.
His wife kept coming on to me.

Now, little lady,
let's see what makes you tick.

Because if I'm right, this is not
some rogue's creation at all.

Astrid, could you run this for me,
please?

You found the suspect.

Good thing lunatics still use
the postal service.

That makes two breakthroughs.

I believe this is military.

- Ours, to be precise.
- U.S. military?

How would our suspect
get his hands on that?

Because he's a former Marine.

His name's Aaron Downey. Doesn't have
a criminal record, has a military one.

He used his clearance
to get access to the powder.

He's been out of the service
for four years.

What's his last known address?

This is Dunham,
I need a team in Quincy, now.

No chem or bio agents. We're clear.

No chem or bio.

- Dwight, take the hall.
- Okay.

It's still hot. We just missed him.

Just notify...

So how does a Marine end up a terrorist?

Says here that Downey's
service record was impeccable.

Then, four years ago, he just
abruptly resigned his commission.

- Does it say what he did after that?
- No.

He was off the grid
for a couple of years.

But when he did resurface,
he bought this house.

- All cash.
- Interesting.

So who is she?

She was obviously important to him.
Maybe she knows where he is.

You okay?

Do you still think about her?

Excuse me?

You've bought me a hundred cups
of coffee.

You know I take it black with one sugar.
You brought one with milk.

I'm assuming that's the way
the other Olivia likes hers.

Yes.

I think about her all the time.

I think about how she used my feelings
for you to manipulate me.

How she lied to me
and everybody else.

No, before you knew she wasn't me.

She was fun, right? She had
an easier smile. That's what you said.

I said that because I wanted you
to know that I noticed the differences.

But I thought it was because of me.

Because of us.

I thought that I was bringing out
a different side in you.

But it was never because I wanted
to be with her more.

Because I don't.

I'm sorry about the coffee.

Agent Dunham,
they've got something downstairs.

- Can you finish up here?
- Yup.

Military ordinance is serialized.

The serial numbers
have been filed down.

They're stolen.

So where are the other three?

He's here.

Freeze. Freeze. FBI.

Mr. Downey's been stabilized,
but there's swelling in the brain...

that's pushing down
on the brainstem...

effectively cutting off
the blood supply.

So, what are the chances
he'll regain consciousness?

We just don't know.
The brain damage is substantial.

- May I see his medical chart?
- Sure.

If he does come out of the coma...

he won't be able to talk, or swallow,
or even breathe without a machine.

Okay. Thank you, doctor.

- So much for interrogating him.
- Hmm.

What is it, Walter?

There's still neural activity
in the cerebrum.

Low levels, but it's there.

I may know a way to question
the suspect...

but I'll need to go back to the lab
first to think about it.

Uh, the woman in the photos
at Downey's house, it's his ex-wife.

She agreed to come in and talk to us.
Walter, we'll drop you off at the lab.

This is Dr. Warren Blake.

We found his body yesterday.

Do you know him?

Oh.

He finally... He finally did it.

He said he was going to kill him.

I just never took him seriously.

I'm sorry. What are you saying?

Aaron left the Marines
to do some private contractor work.

The money was really good, but he had
to be overseas for a couple of years.

When he got home,
we wanted to start a family.

It was great at first.
I mean, I got pregnant...

and we bought a house.

And then, um,
seven months into the pregnancy...

our baby died.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

The doctors said that there was
something wrong with Aaron.

Some DNA pathogen
that he passed on to our child.

Aaron was convinced that it had
something to do with his time overseas.

He kept talking about
a weapons project.

That he must have been exposed
to something.

Dr. Blake was the scientist
who oversaw it.

Sara, did he happen to tell you
the name of that project?

No, Aaron never said...

All he talked about was Dr. Blake.

He blamed him for Maddy's death.

Maddy?

Madison.

That was gonna be
our daughter's name.

- She died like all the others.
- What others?

There were two other men
in Aaron's unit.

He never told me their names,
but their babies died the same way.

I'm sorry to ask you this,
but how did your daughter die?

They said it was some kind of
bone disease.

It left her without a skeleton.

So we have three missing canisters
and two men with a grudge.

You're thinking revenge too?

Well, he killed Blake
with his own weapon.

I'm gonna call Broyles and see if he
can dig up Blake's old research grants.

If we find out more
about this project...

then we can find
the names of the other men.

Hello?

Peter, I need to be picked up.

Where are you calling me from,
Walter?

Uh, New Hampshire, I believe.

Mile marker 259 on the I-89.

Uh, Peter, bring your wallet.

I haven't got any money
and I'm starving.

Walter, you still haven't told us:
Where exactly were you driving to?

I didn't see the gas light come on.

That wasn't my question.

In the Wooster Cortexiphan Trials
there was a boy, Simon Phillips.

He lives just up the road here.
I believe he may be able to help us.

- Help us how?
- Peter, don't spill it.

The paint on the car is very delicate.

Broyles pulled all the names from
the Wooster Cortexiphan Trials months ago.

And I don't remember a Simon Phillips.

Because he wasn't in the records.
He didn't complete the program.

Simon was beginning to develop
the ability to read minds.

We hadn't intended it to happen.

None of the other children
were affected in such a way.

You threw him out of the trial,
didn't you, Walter?

Because you knew if he read your mind,
he'd know your secret.

That you'd taken me
from the Other Side.

Whether or not he completed
the trial is inconsequential.

He had the ability once.

- How do you he can still access it?
- It's probably dormant.

If I can somehow re-activate
Simon's ability...

then we could use him
to read Downey's mind...

and find out where
the next attack's coming from.

Oh, look. Punch buggy. Blue.

I don't think this guy's
big on company.

I'm guessing you didn't call ahead.

Mr. Phillips?

Hello?

You don't have to be so nervous.
We don't think he's home.

I'm not nervous.
It was a long car trip.

I need to pee.

How do we know
that he still lives here?

Yes, I know who you are.

No, I wouldn't call it wonderful at all.

Maybe you don't know.

Bacon, unicorns, Peter's birthday,
dash of cinnamon.

Z2 equals Z1 squared plus C.

Reiden Lake. What does that mean?

Huh? What are you trying to do to me?

Nothing. Nothing.

It's just my mind
does that sometimes.

- You need to leave.
- Put your gun down.

How come I can't hear you?

Why can't I read you?

She's another Cortexiphan subject.

Sometimes you children are immune
to each other's abilities.

I know what it's like.

Soon, the first homo sapiens...

By now... We be so arrogant...

Composition...

What's wrong with you?

Every new thought he reads
is an added stressor.

To cope, his brain pumps adrenalin
and cortisol into his system.

Naturally, he experiences headaches,
nausea, accelerated heart rate.

That's why he gets sick.

How many more, Walter?

How many more are gonna come
crawling out of the woodwork?

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

It's refreshing, you know? Not, uh...

Not being able to read your mind.

It's the, um...

It's the first real conversation
I've had in 20 years.

So it started when I was about 10.
It was, uh, small at first.

Just hearing other kids' thoughts
at school.

But then it kept getting worse.

And now I can't control it.
I can't turn it off.

Whenever I get within 50 feet
of another person, it's like...

Is that why you live here? Alone?

It's the only place that's quiet.

You know how it feels
to be burdened with something...

that makes it impossible for you
to relate to another person?

That makes you feel completely alone
in the world?

I can imagine.

Simon, I know dealing with our
capabilities can sometimes be difficult...

but they can also help people.

Look, I don't have to be able to read
your mind to know you want something.

What is it?

We need you to help
with an investigation.

- We need you to read a suspect's mind.
- No, I don't think so.

Please, Simon.
Come back to Boston with me.

A city the size of Boston?
You gotta be joking.

All those thoughts, they're like
millions of needles in my brain.

- There's gotta be another way.
- I know what I'm asking.

But, Simon, I'm afraid that if you
don't help us, more people will die.

Please.

Can you believe Barry?
Pulling this on us?

Emergency board meeting at 5:00?

I got dinner in the city in an hour.
Ninety-three's gonna be brutal.

Is this a joke?

"Happy birthday from Carla"?

All non-critical patients in the lobby.
Take Mr. Johnson to the cafeteria.

- We've got beds set up there.
- Okay.

We are moving them
as quickly as we can.

- Thank you.
- Can I ask what this is for?

We need a mind reader
to help us find a bomb.

We should think of a backup plan.

You got any ideas?

It's not working, is it?

Maybe if you ask him a question.

Okay.

Aaron, can you focus on my voice?
Can you hear me talking to you?

There's something wrong with me.

Aaron, who were you working with?

Who else was a part of the project?

You okay?

Get me a pen.

Well, what about the plate
of vegetables?

Let's just assume
the vegetables are inconsequential.

Was there any reference
in Downey's file to a Maryann?

No.

Okay, what about Project Jellyfish?

Jellyfish are one of few creatures
without any bones.

The weapons program
Blake and Downey worked on.

Yeah. That's got to be it.

Broyles.

Look, he can barely function
around people.

The Cortexiphan Trials ruined his life.
I mean, he's broken.

Olivia, I know what you're thinking.

You and he are nothing alike.

There's been another attack.
Same MO.

Killed three senior executives
at Canopy One.

Canopy One, the defense contractor?

You think that's who's funding
the weapons project?

I don't know. I'm gonna call Nina.

She's had more experience
with the Defense Department.

Let me know if you two
turn anything up.

Did it help?

We don't know yet.
But we're, uh... We're hoping so.

Who is she? You had
drawings of her in your cabin.

She, uh, works at a coffee shop
by my house.

What's she like?

She's perfect.

You haven't met her, have you?

I see her sometimes when I drive by.

Is it because you think
it would be too painful?

Like, even if she pretended to be nice,
or to be my friend...

or even flirted with me
out of some kind of pity...

I would know how she really feels.

That I'm too much of a freak for her
to even consider being with.

But you don't know that.

That's what you're afraid
is gonna happen.

And so what if you find out
that she's not interested...

or that there's somebody else
on her mind...

or that she doesn't love you.
I mean, isn't it...?

Isn't it better to know?

No one should know exactly
what someone else is thinking.

Probably not. But I wouldn't mind
having that ability right now.

Officially,
Project Jellyfish never existed.

You brought me out here
to tell me that?

No.

Send Agent Edwards in, please.

I might have guessed that this involved
the CIA.

It doesn't. But Nina asked me
to do some digging.

And we both know that
what Nina Sharp wants, she gets.

So Jellyfish.

It was a weapons project.

Three men carried out
the live field tests.

- How did they survive?
- Apparently they were inoculated.

But when they tried to start families...

The toxin affected
their unborn children.

I couldn't find anything in Downey's
personnel file you haven't already seen.

But I found something in the DOD
payroll database.

Turn to the last page.

In addition to a large cash payment...

Downey was given three acres
of government land.

Farmland in Pembroke,
25 miles south of Boston.

How's it coming?

Are we good?

Yeah. We're good.

We're fine,
the powder is fully oxidized.

Jeez.

The vest would allow them
to spread the powder themselves.

Yeah, in large quantities.

Looks like they got bigger plans
than three guys in an elevator.

And then there's this.

Looks like a map of their next target,
right?

Maybe an overhead view?

Dunham.

Congressman Jim Thorn.
Isn't he a former Army general?

He was senior military advisor
to the Joint Chiefs...

at the time of Project Jellyfish.

- So you think he approved the project?
- I need to alert Thorn's detail.

Didn't Simon write something
about Maryann?

What?

When he was reading Downey's mind.
He saw an image of the name Maryann.

- Yeah, why?
- Because I think I just found her.

That's the fine arts museum.

Okay, so what does the museum
have to do with Congressman Thorn?

He's holding a fundraiser.
It's an event for 300 of his top donors.

It started half an hour ago.

I'm not going home, am I?

Peter's inside
briefing the congressman.

- How good a shot are you?
- Uh, I'm okay. Why?

If those guys have
a hand trigger, you'll only get one shot.

Put it through the mouth,
sever the spine.

Suspects won't have
a chance to detonate.

Are you sure he's up for this?

I hope so. Because without Simon,
we can't identify the suspects.

If Simon can't do it,
you get out of there.

Agent Dunham with the FBI.

- Where's Thorn?
- Inside.

We've been through this with Bishop.

Why haven't you taken him to safety?

Ever tell a general
to take a death threat seriously?

I've already seen
what these guys are capable of.

And everyone here is at risk,
so you keep him in the back.

The tall one thinks you're hot.

- Making our way to the ground floor.
- Copy that.

- Unh.
- Okay. It's okay, you can do this.

You're not supposed to be here.

You're not supposed to be here.
This area's for staff only.

We're looking for the restroom.
He's had a bit too much to drink.

Who is she? A cop?
I have to get out, I have to get out.

- The restroom's downstairs.
- Thank you.

- That's him. That's him.
- What?

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

Okay, you wait here.

Damn it.

Suspect one's down,
he's not wearing the vest.

Other suspect
must be carrying the toxin.

- Copy that.
- I'M going back out there with Simon.

She'll be all right, Peter.

I don't know. I think...

As long as you're taken care of.

Do you like coffee?

I don't know. I think...

Where's Thorn?
Something's not right.

They know.
This is not how it's supposed to go.

He's here.

- Something's definitely wrong.
- There.

Blue tie.

Thorn should be here by now.

I'm sorry, sir, you
can't come through here.

I'm, uh... I'm looking for my wife.
She went out onto the balcony.

You need to use a different exit.

Coffee. Black, one sugar.

- Thank you.
- And I've been meaning to tell you...

you look great in the dress.

Thank you.

It doesn't have to be like this,
you know.

Living out here the way that you do.

I guess what I'm trying to say is
that you should go and talk to that girl.

You still don't understand, Olivia.

We're not supposed to know
what people think.

Simon, don't let your ability stop you
from living your life.

I may not be able to
read your mind, but I read his.

This is what it's like to be me.

No.

Didn't bring your bowling shoes.

That's gonna be a problem
if you intend to break 100.

Maybe next time.
Tonight I have a different problem.

Tell me about The First People.

Start with why those books
seem to indicate that you wrote them.

Then move on
to what the device is intended for.

So you found it?

You never told me about this.

I'm not your problem, Peter Bishop is.

Go on.

Okay. What I can tell you is this:

That device can either be used as a tool
of creation or a weapon of destruction.

Depends on your point of view.

And Peter Bishop is uniquely tuned
to operate it.

Whatever frequency Peter's vibrating at
will determine how the machine reacts.

And what determines
Peter's frequency?

It depends on his state of mind.

Which, in turn, will depend
on who he ends up with:

Olivia from here
or Olivia from over there.

Whichever one he chooses,
it'll be her universe that survives.

So in that case,
there's no cause for concern.

He'll choose our Olivia.

I wouldn't be so sure of that.