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Previously on Fringe:

They call these events the Pattern.

As if someone is experimenting,
the whole world is their lab.

Anybody you need, you can have.

His name's Walter Bishop.

- You're saying I can talk to John?
- You could access his memories.

You fall in love with your partner
who betrays you, dies in your arms.

- I saw him last night.
- Hello, Liv.

I grabbed my gun, but he was gone.

When you were in the tank
part of his consciousness...

crossed over into yours.

- Hey. Sorry.
- I've been calling.

The highway was a parking lot.
Did they start?

Yeah, Charlotte's been tap dancing
for 20 minutes.

- Wait, your tie.
- Oh. Thank you.

- Don't forget this. And breathe.
- Thanks.

And ExtenzaLife's market
has remained remarkably stable.

Especially given Wall Street's
recent financial difficulties.

But let me turn things over to the man
you've come to hear.

- Hello.
- Mark.

Sorry. I'm late.
Thank you for your patience.

- It's quickly fading.
- Right. So let's get started.

Okay. As you can see
from Figure 6...

the three-year rate of return
on ExtenzaLife products...

Well, Mr. Young, a rocky start.

But I'll let the board know
we're in good hands.

Thank you.

Ow.

Little bastard.

Ow.

Son of a...

Lauren and Craig will be here.

Remember Craig? He's from South Africa.

Yeah, I remember him.

Are you sure Bobby's gonna be okay
with it?

You know, Beth,
not everybody likes a surprise.

The man loves being
the center of attention.

You know how many times he told me
he didn't want a party for his birthday?

I'm glad you're coming. It's been ages
since we've had a chance to really talk.

Yeah, can you hold on one sec?
I've got another call.

Hello?

I need you to pick up the others
and get to Marlboro Airport.

I'm gonna tell you something. You're
gonna think I'm joking, I'm not. I quit.

Only just for the next couple of days.

I'm happy to rejoin the others
after the weekend.

Runway 14.
The plane will be waiting.

So where are we going?

Just your average multinational
corporation specializing in...

secret bio research
and defense contracting.

Massive Dynamic. Seems like such
an innocent name for a corporation...

don't you think?

- That's odd.
- What?

The lacerations on the body.

These, no doubt,
were caused by shards of glass...

but these under the shirt...

If they were caused by the glass,
how come the shirt's not torn?

A fall of such height would cause
compound fractures...

massive internal bleeding...

all in evidence in this poor chap,
I'm sorry to say.

But wounds this delicate
are most unlikely.

- So, what do you think caused them?
- Too early to tell.

It's a shame I don't have a lab,
I'd like to examine him.

You do have a lab, Walter. Your lab.
At Harvard.

Yes, I do, don't I?

Mark Young
was a capable executive...

who displayed no signs
of emotional dysfunction.

He was one
of our more promising analysts, in fact.

Popular among his coworkers.

So why do you think
he would jump to his death?

I don't wanna sound callous,
Agent Dunham...

but when you run a company
of over 300,000 employees...

you sometimes see
a small percentage...

who succumb
to the stress of their responsibilities...

and, on occasion,
the nature of our work.

What do you mean by that,
"The nature our work"?

I was simply referring to the pressure
to deliver results...

which the private sector
seems to require.

You would find it exhilarating.

Trying to change the subject
by offering me another job?

Well, I'd hate to sound like a suitor
who's constantly being turned down.

Just to be clear, as flattered as I am...

I'm going to go
wherever this investigation takes me.

I would expect nothing less.

And I would expect more from you than
the polite appearance of cooperation.

You knew this man.
He was a rising star in your company.

There must be something more
you can tell me about him.

When one's domain
includes the cutting edge of science...

there is a risk of exposure
to ideas that aren't easy to reconcile...

certain realities.

I'm sure you know what I mean,
doing the work that you do.

For some, it's too much to take.

You ever wonder how we survived
as a species without drugs?

The hard drive
is password-protected.

Once we break the encryption,
we'll send you his data.

Thank you.

He wasn't planning on killing himself
three days ago. He booked a plane ticket.

- To where?
- Omaha. On the 22nd of December.

Christmas in Nebraska.
Sounds depressing.

Yeah, well,
maybe he's got family there.

You find something?

No.

Seems my suspicions were correct.

These wounds go all the way down
to the bone itself.

As if they originated on the inside...

and pierced their way up
through the body tissue.

How did that happen?

That is an excellent question.

Peter, do you know
what I've been remembering?

Aspects of your childhood.

That's charming, Walter.
Blood samples are ready.

Anything in there
that explains those lacerations?

No, I don't believe so.
Typical medications.

All of them surprisingly legal.

- So they wouldn't have harmed him?
- That is correct.

Although, they could have been used
as a carrier...

to transfer the foreign compound
to the victim's brain.

What foreign compound?

Oh, didn't I mention it? A synthetic
in the blood. An ergoline derivative.

Perhaps he was treated for migraines.

But it does not explain
what caused these wounds.

Coffee yogurt.

- The synthetic compound?
- Peter.

When he was 13,
all he would eat was coffee yogurt.

Almost drove his mother to tears.

Walter, that wasn't me, that was you.

- Hello?
- If that's Agent Dunham...

tell her to bring some coffee yogurt.

Can you hold on for one second?

He's right about the yogurt.

In case you haven't noticed,
I can be quite obsessive.

Really?

- Hey. You still there?
- Yeah.

I'm sorry.
I just didn't realize what it would do...

hearing your voice.

- Listen...
- No, listen.

Don't bother making up a story, Peter.
I know you're back.

I need to see you.

Peter?

- I can't get away right now.
- Well, then when?

Hey Liv, what do you know
about a bunch of frogs?

I just got a P.O. Request
from Agent Farnsworth...

asking to send a terrarium
and 10 pounds of live insect larvae...

and charge it off
to the Mark Young case.

Is there something
you wanna talk to me about?

Uh...

I had some frogs transferred
to Walter's lab.

These frogs.
You think they have something to do...

with why the guy
jumped out of the window?

Probably not.

Okay.

- Charlie?
- Yeah.

Come with me.

You know after John died you told me
that I should maybe take some time off.

You said that what happened with him
was going to affect me...

in ways
I couldn't even anticipate.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

You were right.

I feel like I'm going
clinically insane. Literally.

I told you I saw him
standing right in front of me.

This happened again?

And he's called me,
and he sent me an e-mail.

And at first
I thought it was him helping me.

Like when we were partners.

I know how it sounds.

Have you spoken to Doctor Katz?

Even though it's confidential,
I'll still have a psych eval on my record.

I know it seems so selfish
to even say it...

but I was thinking maybe
I could just take a personal leave...

just do nothing for a week or two
and maybe clear my head.

- You think that'll help?
- I don't know.

- Dunham.
- Agent Dunham, it's me.

Dr. Bishop wants you back immediately.

- He thinks you've cracked the case.
- What?

You are not gonna believe this, but
the guy who jumped out the window?

Dr. Bishop thinks
it's because of the frogs.

Oh, thanks.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- I wasn't sure you'd be here.
- That makes two of us.

You look good, Tess.

- You look older.
- Older?

When my father saw me,
he thought I'd be fatter...

but older actually kind of hurts.

Your father?
Since when do you see your father?

- It's a long story.
- Wait, listen to me.

If I can find you, then
they can find you.

I know.

They'll hurt you.

Can I get you a cup of coffee?
Something to eat maybe?

Nothing changes with you, huh?
It's the same old Peter.

You play it fast and loose
until it's too late.

It was easy to leave the first time.
Why should it be any different now?

I know that you believe that, Tess.

But you have to trust me,
it was harder than you think.

Trust you?

I'm not sure I ever even knew you.

Yeah, you did.

Maybe better than anyone.
You still do.

What does that say about you?

I'm not kidding.

You need to leave Boston
and never come back, ever.

- Is that what you want?
- How can you ask me that?

Tess, look, it's comp...

- Michael.
- Things have changed.

Yeah, apparently.

It'll be worse for you if you stay.

Psychophysiologic effects,
otherwise known as psychosomatic.

The ability of the mind to cause
actual physical changes in the body.

Mind over matter, like when
you get scared and get goosebumps.

Precisely. Although it is possible
for the body...

to manifest physical changes
imagined in the brain...

in a far more dramatic fashion.

This test subject
is in a highly suggestible state...

as you can see
in this archive footage.

A form of hypnosis. I convinced him
that he was in a meat locker.

And what is more impressive...

I told him that this ice cube
was a burning coal.

- Oh, my God.
- Cruel, I suppose. But very enlightening.

So, Walter,
what does this have to do with frogs?

Toads, actually, Bufo Alvarius.

A species which secretes
a psychoactive compound.

The substance which I couldn't identify
in Mr. Young...

was in fact a concentration
of the venom produced in the skin.

Properly altered, it's an hallucinogen.
A very powerful one.

Quite unlike anything I have taken.

It directly affects the amygdala,
which is the fear center of the brain.

So you're saying that Mark Young
hallucinated being cut on his body...

then his mind
made it actually happen.

- Yes, a very clever means of murder.
- What do you mean, murder?

Oh, come on,
I'm sure we have discussed this.

No, no, you and I did.
Before Olivia got here.

The potency of the dose that I found
in Mr. Young's blood...

was at least 30 times that
that any sane person would ingest...

which suggests that someone else
gave him the drugs.

So whoever those frogs belong to
may be the killer.

I ran a record search on the basement
where you found the toads...

but nothing came up.

How did you even find it
in the first place?

It's a long story.

Walter. Walter.

The shed where I found the frogs?
John Scott led me to it.

You've been seeing him again.

Because his memories
are still in your head.

- His memories?
- Yes.

Trapped like fragments,
snapshots in your mind.

Your work on this case must be
a trigger to some knowledge he had.

So how long?

I mean, how long is this gonna
keep happening?

It could last for many years.

I need to get it out.

I can't keep having John's life
flash in front of my eyes every few days.

There must be something you can do.

Perhaps...

using a form
of repressed memory therapy...

we may be able to bring the memories
to the surface...

and purge them
from your unconscious.

- But...
- But you'd have to put me in the tank.

Yes. Yes.

And I would always
advise against that.

The risk of physical, not to mention
mental damage it might cause...

could be catastrophic.

Walter, I'll do it.

I need to do it.

- Yeah.
- Peter, it's Agent Farnsworth.

- Where are you?
- Putting gas in the car. What's up?

I think you should just come back.

Ow. Walter.

How long is this going to take?

Ms. Dunham, what we're doing...

What you have asked me to do
is pushing the boundaries...

of all that is real and possible.

We're not roasting a turkey.

The library was not open.
I had to go to the bookstore.

What for?

When you're in the tank, you must listen
to my voice at all times.

This is a technique I developed
decades ago, in this very lab.

Most of which I don't remember.

- Is Peter coming?
- Yes.

- Is that a Bible?
- Yes.

Last time you were in
the sensory deprivation tank...

you entered a state of shared
consciousness with Agent Scott.

During that time, part of his memories
crossed over into your brain.

By putting you into a state
of deep hypnosis...

and by giving you substantial doses
of psychoactive drugs...

I can help you to access those alien
memories that your mind has repressed.

My voice is your guide.
It is also your tether to reality.

You must focus on my voice, or
you may risk being lost in the memories.

Uh-oh.

- What?
- I just got an erection.

Oh. Fear not. It's nothing to do
with your state of undress.

- I think I simply need to urinate.
- That's good to know.

Would you get her in the tank, please?

Are you sure about doing this again?

All I want is for it to stop.

But if these memories
can do some good...

then at least I wasn't deceived
for nothing.

You'll begin to feel sleepy.

You must listen to my voice
at all times.

Concentrate on the name of the man
from whom you seek information.

And look for signs.

Signs?

I'll tell you when you get there.

Walter, what was the Bible for?

Well, you're taking
untested psychedelics...

lying in saline with an electric charge
in the base of your cranium.

Among other things,
I thought it appropriate...

to pray you don't get electrocuted.

- Praise the Lord.
- Amen.

Next.

"Then I will sprinkle clean water
upon you..."

And ye shall be clean.

And of all thy filthiness, and all
thy idols I will cleanse thee.

And a new spirit I will give to thee,
and a new spirit I will put within thee.

Wow, nice.
I didn't know you were so religious.

I'm not. Not anymore.

- Olivia, can you hear me?
- Yes.

Good.

You see the end of the escalator,
Olivia.

You will step off in five...

four, three, two, one.

Take a moment. Look around.
What do you see?

I see nothing. Just light.

Olivia, listen carefully. Apart from
my voice, what else do you hear?

- Music.
- Excellent.

Where's it coming from?
You should be able to see something.

There's nothing.

I don't know where I am.

Stand by.

Anything now? What do you see?

Nothing.

Wait.

There's a door.

Good. Walk through it.
Tell me where you end up.

I'm in a restaurant.

Does it look familiar?

Sort of.

But I don't know why.

This is where we had our first date.

And there we are.
This is our first date.

Can you see yourself? And John?

- What's going on?
- She's gone back in.

What?

- Olivia went back in the tank? Why?
- Son, I need your help.

- You said this was dangerous.
- Oh, it is, very.

She thinks John had information
about the man who killed himself.

She went back in the tank
to talk to John Scott?

To see his memories.

Look at him. He looks so alive.

- Maybe.
- What do you mean, "maybe"?

You'll see.

So real.

- I need you to adjust the drugs.
- What did you give her this time?

Drugs I'd rather be taking myself.
Set the IV to 10 drips per.

Peter, please.

- I'm getting up. What should I do?
- Fear not, this is just a memory.

You're just visiting.
They cannot see you.

He's alone.

John?

He cannot hear you or speak
with you. You're in a memory.

He cannot interact with you.

Olivia, I'm going to take
you elsewhere.

I loved you.

Tonight, during dinner...

I loved you.

But you were lying to me
about who you were.

I mean, did you have any feelings
for me at all?

Or was it all just...

Mark Young killed himself yesterday.

He sees me.

No, Olivia.
He definitely does not see you.

I'm somewhere else.
I'm in John's car.

Good. Do you see any clues?

- I'm alone.
- He must be there.

Find out where you are.

There's no one here.

It's his memory.
He must be there somewhere.

I see them.

Who? Ask her what she sees.

- What do you see?
- There's four men.

There's John, a black guy, one who
looks Latino, and the fourth, I can't see.

I don't know who they are.

Just give him a minute. This is
a big decision he's about to make.

All right, I'm good.

Oh, my God. It's Mark Young.
I see him. He's here.

- Can you hear anything?
- All right.

I'll get closer.

Young's leaving with the Latino.

I'm going after them.

Now, you just do your part,
and we'll take care of you.

We do this one deal,
and it's hasta luego.

They've disappeared.

Because you're not in
their memories. You're in John's.

You must go back to him.

- You know, if it's on time...
- It will be.

He'll deliver. He's just a little nervous.

Did you see the look when you told
him how much you'd be willing to offer?

I hope you're right.

If we get into another Ashby situation,
we're screwed.

No. Stop. No. Get me out of here.
Walter.

- So just a little less chin.
- Okay. How's this?

That's it. That's the Latino guy
I saw in John's memory.

He's the only one of the four
still alive.

We need to figure out who he is
and find him.

Can we get this to Charlie?
Maybe we can get it ID'd.

Got it.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- You're on my clothes.
- Oh, sorry.

That's all right.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

John's memories gave us a lead.

So I better get a move on.
I need to see Broyles.

You want some company?

No.

Thanks.

Olivia, if you need me, I'm here.

Yeah. I know.

We believe Young was murdered
for selling technologies...

to black-market buyers.

We believe that this man
is part of an underground group...

responsible for brokering the sale
of a synthetic hallucinogen...

manufactured by Massive Dynamic's
drug division.

What would be the black-market
applications of this hallucinogen?

The drug could be mass-produced
as a street drug...

or worse, in its potent form,
used as a chemical weapon.

Apparently, it can literally scare you
to death.

Then don't let me slow you down.
Sounds like you're doing fine.

There's just one more thing.

We're gonna need Massive Dynamic
to disclose every project...

that Mark Young was working on.

You're right.

Although that'll be easier said than done.
I'll see what I can do.

If you touch her again, I'll kill you.

Any luck?

We're running facial-recognition
software. No matches.

Witness sightings?

NYPD's passing the composite around
Young's building as we speak.

Yeah, I need you to cross-reference
all of John Scott's case files...

with Mark Young. Yeah.

Hold on.

From Nina Sharp.
Mark Young's projects.

Yeah, can you call me back
if you find something? Thank you.

Hello?

Hello. I'm calling on behalf
of your long-distance carrier.

I'm not interested.
And I don't want you calling again.

So take me off your list, okay?

Hasta luego.

We do this one deal,
and it's hasta luego.

I need this phone traced.
This is our guy.

- How do you know?
- I recognize his voice.

- You recognize his voice?
- It's him, Charlie, I swear.

- Come on.
- Almost there.

It's a landline,
but it was forwarded to his cell.

- Where?
- He's in transit, on Route 3.

Heading to Lincoln Tunnel.

- How far out are we?
- About a mile and closing.

We got him. Name on the account
is George Morales, age 43.

Purchased a plane ticket this morning,
3:45 flight to Sao Paulo out of JFK.

He must be on his way there now.

According to NCIC,
he's a black-market trafficker.

- So how far out are we?
- Five hundred and fifty yards.

Echo flank left. Foxtrot flank right.

- Wait, he stopped.
- Did we lose the signal?

- No, he just stopped.
- Do you think he ditched his phone?

I don't know why.
There's no way he spotted us.

- Looks like he hit traffic.
- Where's the transponder? Let's go.

Charlie.

You okay? Call 911.

He's okay.

- I'm told you wanted to see me.
- Yes.

I wanna make a deal.
I'll tell you everything I know.

I'm not sure what you have to trade.

Under title 18 of US code, we have you
for possession of chemical weapons...

on top of suspicion
of murder of Mark Young.

- I want protection.
- You mean immunity.

No, I mean protection.
From Massive Dynamic.

You need to move me from here
right now.

- What are you talking about?
- I didn't kill anybody.

Why would I?

That guy was a treasure trove
of unbelievable things.

Massive Dynamic killed him.

- Massive Dynamic killed Mark Young?
- That's right.

- Why?
- Maybe as a warning to any employee...

thinking of doing
the same thing.

Maybe? I think it's easy to invent a story
that you think I wanna hear.

Really? Did I invent ZFT? Flight 627?
The North Woods Group?

John Scott? The Pattern?
The whole thing is a hoax.

It's all a smoke screen.

So Massive Dynamic
can do whatever it wants...

to whoever it wants.
Do you understand that?

Massive Dynamic is hell, and its
founder, William Bell, is the devil.

And I can prove all of it.
But only if I get protection.

So why me? Why do I get the privilege
of your cooperation?

- Because I know I can trust you.
- You don't even know me.

John Scott told me about you.

Immunity and complete protection...

and I will tell you
everything I know.

Agent Dunham. I don't recall
seeing you on my schedule today.

Well, I don't need an appointment,
Miss Sharp.

It's all right.

No matter where my investigations
take me, they always come back here.

I don't know what you've heard
since we last saw each other...

but I hope my cooperation would have
garnered some benefit of the doubt.

Massive Dynamic has nothing to hide.

It's about time.
What took you so long?

See, I believe that your cooperation
is an illusion.

It never leads to something tangible.
It only leads to more questions.

And that's the point, isn't it?

To keep us all asking questions,
all just chasing our own tails?

Are you sure you're feeling well,
Ms. Dunham?

I think perhaps you're perceiving things
that are entirely in your mind's eye.

I wanted to thank you
for your job offers.

I'm sorry that it's taken me so long
to give you an answer.

- But I think I finally have one.
- Yes. It's obvious in your expression.

Well, I understand
that you've captured your suspect.

I imagine that in an effort to seek an
immunity agreement from your agency...

he's attempting to blame
Massive Dynamic...

for all his foul deeds.

Are you protecting your CEO,
William Bell?

Because if you are,
now is the time to tell me.

Once our witness talks,
you lose all leverage in a plea.

I seriously doubt that your witness
will be able to provide...

any actionable evidence
to implicate Massive Dynamic...

or William Bell of any wrongdoing.

No. Please. No, John,
please, don't... I won't say anything.

I won't say anything.

Dunham.

- Our witness is dead.
- What?

It seems he was drugged
with the same substance as Mark Young.

How? We had guards on his room.

We don't know yet. But a nurse saw
his throat open up right before her eyes.

- Nina Sharp.
- Excuse me?

She got to him. And there'll be
no evidence, just like you said.

Dunham,
Nina Sharp and Massive Dynamic...

have been nothing but cooperative
with this investigation.

I suggest you keep
your unfounded accusations in check.

Walter. Hi.

Can you come...?

Uh, I need to go back in.

- In our room?
- Uh, no.

In the tank.
There are too many questions.

Like who's working for whom,
and why.

Who should be arrested, who's plotting
what, and if John had the answers...

the answers are in his memory,
which means they're in my memory.

- Miss Dunham...
- Please, we're wasting time.

- It's dangerous.
- I am prepared to take that risk.

There is little that makes me happier
than taking drugs.

Perhaps administering them.

Designing and carrying out
experiments...

that bend the plane
of what we consider reality.

I am rarely, if ever,
opposed to such things except now.

But I tell you,
you will damage yourself.

Every time you go back in,
the risk of permanent damage...

seizures, aneurisms, memory loss,
death...

If I don't go back in,
others may die.

And if you do,
the death could be your own.

There are no guarantees that you will
retrieve the memories you're looking for.

And remember,
there can be no interaction with him.

You can't just ask.

- He did see me.
- No.

No. That is not possible.

Give me some time. I will try to develop
a safer technique.

But not tonight. You need to rest.

Sleep well.

You too.

Tell him to have the money,
or I'll have to break his legs too.

I gotta go.

What the hell happened to you?

He's back in town. Peter Bishop.

Peter Bishop? Really?