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- Is he okay?
- Hey.

Who is it?

Hello? Who is this?

Excuse me.

Are you okay?

It's car v. car.

N.Y.P.D.'s taking
witness statements now.

- What happened to the drivers?
- Hey, you got the case.

So who's our man?
Who was driving this vehicle?

Walter, I don't need you
to make me anything.

I insist. You know, there's something
you don't know about me, son.

What's that? Once you enter
a grocery store, you never leave again?

No. Before I became chair of
Biochemistry at Harvard...

...which was after Oxford and MIT...

...I was sous-chef
at the Bakersfield Food Lab.

- Sous-chef?
- Yeah.

Well, technically.
I worked under Seymour Brodien.

Am I supposed to know who that is?

- He invented the Ho Ho.
- Ha.

Of course he did.
Walter, I want to leave this place.

I don't need you to make me a cake.

I'm not. I'm making you a custard.
It's my specialty.

I don't like custard.
In fact, I've never liked custard.

As a boy, you loved it.
You've just forgotten.

Now, Friday is your birthday.
You deserve something wonderful.

Well, for my birthday can I have
getting the hell out of here?

We need to celebrate. And make sure
that Agent Dunham can attend.

I want to see her face
when she eats my pudding.

That's disturbing.

Peter Bishop.

What?

- Mr. Bishop?
- Yeah.

- Agent Jessup. Hi.
- Hi. This is my father, Walter.

- I have a couple questions--
- How bad is she?

- We don't know.
- Excuse me?

- How do you not now?
- Can you explain what you do?

- You're some sort of special consultants?
- Where's Charlie?

- Charlie who?
- Charlie Francis. Where is he?

He's en route from Quantico.
I'm the agent in charge.

Agent in charge, where's Olivia Dunham?

Witnesses report after the crash, a man
was seen leaving the car...

...but no one saw anyone leave the SUV.

The doors are still locked. The seat belt's
buckled. The airbag's deployed.

There's no indentation, which implies
no one was behind the wheel...

- ...at the moment of impact.
- Do these skid marks match?

You still haven't told me what you do.
You, Dunham, your father.

- The field office said all your work is--
- Classified.

And you don't have access.
I don't have time for this.

It's not that I don't appreciate petulance.

Oh, my.

I'd love to cooperate. As soon as you
can find me an agent who can help me.

Female. Unconscious. Dislocated right hip.

Possible brain herniation.
BPs jumping 180/20.

- Pupils are nonreactive.
- Coding.

Prep her. Stat.

Amy Jessup.

Special Agent Broyles.

- We need to talk about what happened.
- Sir, she--

What happened, junior agent,
is all right here in your report.

A random traffic accident
involving a federal agent.

No extenuating circumstances.
Case closed.

Sign it, please.

- But this girl--
- Sign the report, agent.

That's an order.

Walter.

I'm afraid your friend's injuries
were too severe.

Come on.

We were unable to restore
any brain function.

Patients who suffer
this kind of head trauma...

...simply don't regain consciousness.

Simple. Reductive. Absurd.

Life and death, these are relative terms.

Contextually defined,
dependant on cultural specifics.

- Walter.
- He is undoubtedly indulging...

...in primitive diagnostics.
Agent Dunham is not dead.

She's not dead. She's not dead.

- Walter--
- She's not.

- Walter. Walter, wait.
- Stop. You can't go back--

Doctor, please. Back off.

I'm so sorry.

Mind if I join you?

I'm guessing you don't drink.

Double.

- How did you find me?
- I work for the FBI.

Where's your father?

My father is off in la-la land.

Mixed himself up a really nice cocktail
of Valium, Haldol...

...Seconal, and I think, lorazepam.

Astrid is babysitting.

I've been called to Washington tomorrow.

The efficacy of the division
is being questioned.

I've been informed that our failure
to deliver any usable results...

...is unacceptable.

They're shutting you down?

What were we even doing, anyway?

We'd sit around and wait for somebody
to die of some grisly, macabre death...

...or for the entire fabric of the universe
to come shredding apart.

We were the cleanup crew.

Sent in to mop it up and make sure
it was all neat and tidy for the file.

- We were always too late, anyway.
- That's not entirely true.

We were too late for Olivia.

To Agent Dunham.

To Agent Dunham.

Hey, Rach.

- When did you get back?
- A few hours ago.

Ella's at a friend's house. I didn't
want her to remember her aunt like this.

She had a living will. No life-support.

They're gonna do this in the morning.
So I've just been sitting with her and...

Do you wanna...?

Yes.

You know, she liked you, Peter.

Did you know that?

Hey.

Goodbye, Olivia.

- Can you tell me your name?
- It's Olivia Dunham.

- Do you know the year?
- Why am in the hospital? My leg?

You were in an accident.
Do you remember?

In New York?

- Is Peter here? I need to see--
- He's here. He's here.

Hi. I-- I went somewhere.

- I know. You went to New York.
- No.

- Yeah, but no.
- Olivia, look, you were in an accident.

No. No. I was trying to get somewhere.

And someone was trying to stop me.
But I went there anyway and--

Oh, God, what is happening?

Mr. Bishop, please, she needs to stay calm.

- He told me something.
- Who?

I don't know. I can't remember.
But, oh, it was very important.

- There's something I have to do.
- Who told you to do what?

I don't know, but there's something
that I have to do and I--

- I think that our lives may depend on it.
- Whose lives?

- Everyone's.
- That beta blocker. Get her pulse down.

Peter, I need my gun.
Please. I'm not safe.

Somebody hurt me. They did this to me.
Please, Peter, my gun.

I need my gun.

Please, Peter.

Excuse me. I need to speak with
Special Agent Broyles.

Agent Broyles is in Washington.

Ugh. Then Agent Francis, please.
Charlie Francis.

Sir, what is this regarding?

Look, I work for you guys.
I'm a consultant.

I need access to a file on a car accident
yesterday in New York City.

I'm sorry, these credentials
have been revoked, Mr. Bishop.

What? Look, lady, you need to help me.

Feel free to file a civilian request
on our website or--

No, listen to me.
One of your agents is in the hospital.

Her life depends on work I need to do,
so find me somebody who can help me.

Okay, sir, if you'd exit the building--

I'll take him.

I'm with her.

What are you doing in Boston?

You like to fight, Mr. Bishop?
All that time in Iraq, Mob connections.

You've got quite a combative history.

You said you were gonna
help me get that file.

- It's on the seat behind you.
- What?

Something wasn't adding up
about those skid marks.

They were darkest in the back,
not the front.

So maximum torque
farthest away from the incident.

- The driver wasn't slowing down.
- He was speeding up.

Then he must have been waiting.

Those are pictures from the surveillance
camera adjacent to the accident site.

George Reed, 524 Littlefield Road,
here in Lexington.

We're 15 minutes away.

All right, now it's your turn.
What's the Fringe Division?

What do you people do?

Nothing.

Not anymore.

FBI. George Reed?

Mr. Reed?

Body.

Look at his lividity.

If this guy was driving a car
in New York, it wasn't yesterday.

I need to get a ride for someone.

Feel his anus. It's soaking wet.

Expansion of the oral mucosa.

The eyes and the rectum
accommodate rapid fluid loss.

If it's a virus,
it obviously doesn't affect birds.

Or people. At least not quickly.

Agent, I need this body
taken back to my lab.

Hey, lunatic,
this body's going to the morgue.

- Is he crazy?
- Peter?

- Who is the agent in charge here?
- I am.

Take it wherever he wants.

Lovely.

- Is he crazy?
- Oh, yeah.

Whatever Fringe Division is,
or was, FBI says it's been shut down.

And yet I just sent you a body.

Which does beg the question:
Why are you doing this?

I'm just...

...following the case.

It doesn't pay to bluff a bluffer,
Agent Jessup.

You know, a lot of people
would be scared by this.

Most, actually.

There are more things
in heaven and Earth than are dreamt--

Oh, wow.

Really? Butchered Shakespeare?

Peter. Peter.

They said I can ride in the back
with the body.

- Can I?
- Sure. Of course you can.

Stay out
of the medications, though. Please.

I think I've been waiting for you people
my whole life.

I'll be with you in just a minute.

So...

...what can I do you for?

I'm looking for a Selectric. Selectric 251.

Doesn't exist. They never made one.

- It's, uh, 245 straight to 255.
- I know. I'm still gonna need the 251.

Ah.

You're one of them.

You know, it's been six years.
I just kind of figured that...

Straight back. Last door.

Hey. You-- You tell them
I'm not waiting around forever.

Running, running,
waiting around forever.

What are we doing here?

As I'm sure you're aware,
my father was a scientist.

Who was sent to St. Claire's.

A mental institution, yes,
but there is more.

Worse. And some good too.
It's complicated.

For now, all you need to know is that
this building is where he used to work.

He was a working here as a professor.

Simultaneously, he was working on
top-secret government projects.

We do our thing down here in the lab
because according to him...

...it's the only place that he can work.

You're coming up
on your last chance to turn back.

Are you kidding?

Agent Jessup...

...welcome to Fringe Division.

- Astrid, Amy. Amy, Astrid. Nice haircut.
- Thanks.

- Hi.
- Hello.

Oh, hello, again.

I need four Bunsen burners...

...eight metal bowls, yay big,
and a freezer.

- Bowls need to be sterilized?
- It's not for the autopsy.

It's for the custard for Peter's birthday.

Walter, will you forget about the custard?

I refuse. Also, rib cutters,
toothed forceps and a bone saw.

For the autopsy, not for the groceries.

- I got here as fast as I could.
- I'm all right.

You didn't have to come all this way.

- You're not all right.
- Charlie, I'm fine.

My second year with, uh,
Brooklyn P.D...

...one night we get
a domestic disturbance call.

Partner and I go over to his house.
I'm with the guy, right. And he's, uh...

...saying it's nothing.
You know, just a little argument.

My partner calls from the other room...

...and says that we need an ambulance
for the girl.

And I just know the guy
beat the crap out of his girlfriend.

So I go for my gun, I get him
on the ground, and I'm cuffing him...

...and I hear a gunshot
from the other room.

I turn around and this, uh...

...bloody girl...

...brutalized, brutalized girl is, um...

...aiming a gun at me.

What I didn't know at the time was,
she just killed my partner.

She fires, hits me in my chest.

Anyway, um...

...I'm in ICU for six days, you know,
and, uh, hospital for two weeks.

Kept on telling my wife, "I'm fine."

I was shaken, and I was scared.

Now, if you're like me...

...you got a gun underneath your pillow.

Peter called me.

Hey.

You can fool the doctors, kiddo.

Can't fool me.

I don't know what happened to me.

I'm so scared.

I can't even load it.
My hand won't stop shaking.

Charlie, I can't-- I can't even load it.

You're gonna be all right.

You're gonna be all right.

It's a shame. These lungs
were in excellent condition once.

- Is the half-and-half boiling?
- Yeah, just about.

Mix the eggs, sugar and salt
in a separate bowl.

Please.

Walter, there's nothing wrong
with the blood sample.

What are you thinking?

It's funny.
I love custard, but I hate flan.

Which could be
an issue of semantics, but--

Or difficulty with the French,
which I doubt...

...given my near-obsession with
moules à la crème Normandie.

Well, that's fascinating,
but what I actually meant was...

...are there any theories
about how this man died?

No. The water expulsion, though,
dramatic and messy...

...seems to be a symptom
of some other process.

But I stumbled upon something
that did the unthinkable.

Look inside the mouth.

You can come closer, dear.

Look at the soft palate. What do you see?

There are three markings.

Indents like stab wounds.
What are they?

While we're at it, what do you mean
"something that does the unthinkable"?

It made me remember something.

- Is this you?
- Yeah.

My father recently took a little trip
down memory lane, and for no reason...

...has become wildly obsessed
with my childhood.

He also likes to make sure I'm
still breathing when he thinks I'm asleep.

- Which is a little creepy.
- Focus, please.

This is an experiment
that Belly and I did.

We came up with such a spectacular
blend of drugs...

...one day, Leary came by,
and he said, "You're kidding me."

Is this gonna make her head explode
or something?

In a sense, yes, but not physically.

We're trying to augment
her fifth, sixth and seventh chakras.

Throat, third-eye and crown.

- That is correct, Astrix.
- Astrid.

Communication, speech, clairaudience,
cognition and thought.

- Spirituality.
- I can see him.

You wanted her to see God.

- Who is he?
- The man with the machine?

The three...

The three nails.
The three nails go in the mouth.

There.

Oh, yes, a soldier.

From somewhere else. Ha, ha.

He's-- He's from a place
that looks like this, but it's not here.

Oh, he's--
He's from another universe, man.

Oh, I can see it.
He pushes up the machine.

- Pushes up the machine?
- Oh, yes, in the mouth.

And then he changes.

That's how they change.
They're like shape-shifters.

That's how they hide.
They can look like us.

They can look like any of us.

Astrid, I need you to log onto
the joint law-enforcement database.

We need to be informed of any corpse
that matches that description.

They can look like any of us.

Unsubstantiated claims of invasion.

Reports of technology run amok.

The old X designation
and your Fringe investigations...

...have been indulgences in the
federal budget for over half a century.

Well, the salad days are over,
Mr. Broyles.

- Colonel.
- Excuse me?

Or special agent.
As you'd prefer, senator.

Colonel Broyles.

Phillip, listen.
We all have a job here, and we--

Yes, senator, I have a job.

The same job I have had
in three administrations and six wars:

To defend our national security.
And I assure you, we are not secure.

Yes, sometimes a threat is familiar,
but I have come to learn...

...that sometimes, it is far worse,
and when it is worse...

...when the threat is unimaginable,
that is when we are at the door.

And you should thank God for that.

Phillip, without something usable...

...something to support
the human and fiscal cost...

I'm sorry.

If your appearance is any indication...

I don't have to tell you
how important it is...

...that Fringe Division not be shut down.

- I'm not the one who needs convincing.
- We've tried.

I'm afraid that this one
is out of our hands.

Do what you always used to do, Phillip.

Save the day.

- Feds?
- Yeah. That's us.

Well, her technically. But say us.

Where's the body
that triggered the alert?

The one that has
the three holes in its mouth?

It's right over there.

Thank you.

They found this guy
two blocks from the accident.

Shape-shifters must leave
the original body behind.

Do you remember the girl from
the video? She said he was a soldier.

My father was a soldier.
They do one thing, life or death.

They stay on mission.

These killings weren't random.

Which means, this man,
this thing, whatever...

- ...it's still trying to accomplish its goal.
- Olivia.

Oh, my God, you scared me to death.

We've sent his description to security
and dispatched all available agents.

He's there, we'll get him.

- You're looking better.
- Thank you.

I'm starting to feel
a little bit more like me.

- So how's your memory?
- It's still all just fragments.

I remember going to New York.
I remember driving.

But I can't seem to see
anything past that.

Happens with head injuries. People
can lose days before an accident.

The best thing to do
is just to keep trying, Olivia.

I was on my way somewhere
to meet with someone.

And...

...I guess someone hit my car.

- But...
- But...?

Doesn't make any sense.

Mm-hm.

It's as if I went somewhere
and talked to someone.

And then...

...came back to the accident.

Do you remember
who you were going to meet with?

No.

Almost.

- He told me something.
- What?

- Go on.
- I can't, uh--

Try.

- Something's hidden.
- Yes. Where?

- I-- I can't--
- Where is it hidden?

I can't remember.

- That's really all you know, then, isn't it?
- Yeah.

Okay.

We have surveillance
of your suspect entering.

- Olivia's room?
- The floor's locked up.

The only person allowed in is the nurse.

Don't fight it. It's over.

Agent Francis, suspect is now white
female, black hair, scrubs, gray sweater.

She's jumped down to the loading dock,
heading into the basement.

- You okay?
- Go get that bitch.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa.

- Charlie! Hey, you okay? You hit?
- I'm good.

- So who was she?
- Walter thinks...

...that she was a shape-changing soldier
from another universe.

He thinks that might be
where you went.

Hm.

Think it's a bad sign that I can say that,
and neither of us thinks I'm crazy?

She thought I knew
where something was hidden.

No matter what happened to you
and no matter where you went...

...Walter will figure it out.

- Olivia, I need to ask you something.
- Sure.

You said that to me just after
you woke up. Do you remember it?

No.

- Latin?
- Mm-mm.

Greek.

My mother used to say that
every night before I went to bed.

There really isn't a point where things
just can't get weirder, is there?

What does it mean?

It means
"be a better man than your father."

Walter was already gone.

It was like a code
between my mother and me.

It meant keep your people close.

Take care of the people you care about.

Well, you're good at that.

It's good to see you again,
Olivia Dunham.

It's good to see you too.

It's time to check your vitals.

You should get some rest.

Peter.

Is it true that they're shutting us down?

No.

- Agent Broyles.
- Mr. Bishop.

At the bar you said
they needed to see results.

Yeah.

Walter says this tech isn't from here.
And that it's broken.

But it is proof.

And if they can fix it...

...they can have an army who can
look like anyone they want them to.

Tell them you can get this tech,
they can have it.

But they are not shutting us down.

From now on, we're calling the shots.

We're done reacting.

We're not gonna be too late anymore.

After all, somebody's
gotta save their asses, right?

You surprise me, Mr. Bishop.

Thanks.

- Happy birthday, Peter!
- Happy birthday, Peter! Ha-ha-ha.

Look, custard! Happy birthday, Peter.

Happy birthday, Peter.