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- Walter, what are you doing?
- I'm dosing a caterpillar.

- Dosing. As in LSD?
- Well, it's a special blend.

- I see. Hey, guess what just happened?
- Hmm?

My father giving drugs to bugs
became a typical moment in my life.

It's wonderful, isn't it?

Have you heard from Olivia
this morning?

- No. Why, what's up?
- She's missing.

Who are you?

What do you want?

This won't take long.

I'm sure you say that to all the girls.

- Turn her over.
- Aah!

Listen up.
One of our own has been abducted.

The vehicle of Agent Olivia Dunham
was found abandoned...

on Graniteville Road in Westford
three miles northeast of Little Hill.

I want everyone doing everything.
Cameras checked.

Officers and agents questioned.
Anyone who might've seen anything.

P.D., D.W. P, AAA,
I don't care what acronym it is.

Get them, talk to them
and find Dunham.

For those of you new to this office,
this is Francis, my second in command.

You got anything,
you come to me or him.

Try not to move.

Hah!

- Sir, did it work?
- I hope so. Get my car ready.

- I'm going back to the office.
- Yes, sir.

Can I please have some water?

If you're going to kill me,
then can I please have some water?

Please?

I need to... I need to sit up.

Please.

Oh, thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

Pull agents from Albany
and get them to Boston.

Do I need to remind you
how I started this?

- I have a Sanford Harris, line six.
- Just get it done.

Sanford? Listen, we are...
We're having something of a crisis here.

Yeah, your crisis is why I'm calling.

Look, Phillip, we go back too far.

I say something diplomatic, you'll see
through it before the end of my sentence.

- You're calling about Olivia Dunham?
- I'm calling about Fringe Division.

Internal Affairs is sending me in
to review your office.

Make sure things
are running as they should.

I just wanted you to hear it from me.

Hey!

This is Agent Dunham.
I need to speak to Broyles.

- What happened to you?
- I'm in Watertown.

There's a building we need to raid.
I need agents, maybe 20.

Have them meet me in 30 minutes
at Talcott Street.

- Are you okay?
- Not yet I'm not.

The building I was being held at...

Hands behind your head
and drop to the floor.

- Where's Broyles?
- Do it!

What's going on here?

Freeze, right there!

Quite a day, Agent Dunham.

You're in Boston Hospital.

You probably didn't think
you'd see me again so soon.

Don't take this the wrong way,
Mr. Harris, but...

I don't think about you
all too often.

Really?

Well, you must get some satisfaction
from what you did to me.

My conviction
wasn't a point of pride for you?

Why am I cuffed to the bed?

Because this is the kind of authority
that I have here.

You see,
my conviction on sexual assault...

that you so ably prosecuted,
was overturned.

And Homeland Security,
for whom I consult...

has assigned me
to review Fringe Division.

Just like that.

Which gives me the prerogative
to question your sanity...

your loyalty,
your worthiness to serve.

And it seems to me
the people you surround yourself with...

have failed those tests
at every turn.

Beginning with your former partner...

uh, heh...

and lover.

John Scott.

John!

An agent who betrayed you.

A guy who turned out to be a traitor
against this country.

A traitor whose life you went to
considerable lengths to save.

If you're suggesting I knew...

You went to Iraq to recruit a man
to help you save Agent Scott's life.

- Peter Bishop. Arrested seven times.
- I needed Peter.

To assist you in freeing his father
from a mental institution.

Walter Bishop.
He was sent to St. Claire's...

because he was deemed unfit
to stand trial for manslaughter.

A man who spent
most of his adult years...

running questionable scientific
experiments on human subjects.

He's out of his mind, Ms. Dunham.

These are the people
you surround yourself with.

A traitor, a criminal, and a lunatic.

What does that say about you?

Am I under arrest?

Hmm.

It goes without saying that you are not
to investigate your own abduction.

Understood?

Liv.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Liv, you know I had nothing to do
with the way you were taken in, right?

Yeah. I know that.

Harris molested three women, I put
him away. That's what this is about.

I'm not gonna ask him for a thing.
I'm gonna go to that building myself.

Yeah, we sent a team to the address,
the building where you were being held.

It was empty.

There was nothing there.

What about the phone I got?
The car I took?

They're clean.
The only prints were yours.

Oh, there's something else.

There's a woman here to see you.
Rachel. Says that you're expecting her.

Who is she?

She's my sister.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- You look great.
- I don't really.

- Come on, you do.
- I don't.

- You're always so hard on yourself.
- I know. Whatever. Thank you.

- You are just a giant person.
- Hi, Aunt Olivia.

Hello. When did you get so big?

- What happened to your face?
- Oh, it's...

I brought this for you.

She wanted to bring you something
from her room.

I really, really needed one of these.
Thank you so much.

- Are you sure you're all right?
- It's a long story. I...

- I'm working on a case, so...
- Go, go. We're good.

Is it okay if we still stay
with you tonight? If it's not...

No, of course.
I'll meet you back here at 5.

- Perfect. Go. Save the world. I love you.
- All right.

- I'll see you at 5.
- Thank you so much.

Bye.

- Hello?
- Peter, it's me.

Olivia. Thank God. Are you okay?
How are you? Where are you?

I'm on my way to you.
Meet me outside in 10 minutes.

Bring your father, we need him.

Do I have to?

They... They gave me a spinal tap.

They put electrodes
with sensors on my head.

Why would they do that?
What would they want?

What were they doing?
Who could they be?

You're like a question machine.

- There was nothing when they checked?
- No.

They cleared the building,
but I took something before I left.

Something from one of their labs,
and I hid it to keep it safe.

What was it?

Can you identify what it is?

Yes, I'm afraid I can.

If your high school bio teacher told
you that humans sit at the top...

of the food chain,
he or she was dead wrong.

Literally millions and millions
of organisms feed on us...

reproduce within us.

Viruses, bacteria,
protozoa and fungi:

The four musketeers
of the pathogenic world.

Dr. Kinberg?

Dr. Kinberg?

Somebody call an ambulance!

Somebody help him!

Call 911! Get a doctor right away!

Somebody help him.

Gah!

Dunham,
I know you've had quite a day...

but there's been an event
that requires our attention.

Okay. Where?

Internal hemorrhaging,
rapid cell deterioration.

It appears that he suffocated
from within.

Maybe that's because a slimy,
spiky slug came out of his mouth.

Yes.

And I have a theory
as to what it might have been.

I'm sure you do. Care to share?

- Eventually.
- Peter, anything?

No. It always takes a second
for the thermal cameras to calibrate.

- What do we know about our guy?
- What I was told outside.

His name's Miles Kinberg. Immunologist.
Cutting-edge work. An expert in his field.

That's all I know.

Well, whatever it was, it ripped
through his esophagus on the way out.

At least he died teaching.
A righteous profession.

Hold on a second.

- I got it.
- Stay there.

- Right there. Right there, right there!
- Look.

- Simian hemorrhagic fever.
- Under the chair.

The infected cells
have a definitive spiderweb look.

Makes HIV look like a common cold
by comparison.

- Walter.
- Ebola. First, the headaches.

- Then the skin turns to rice pudding.
- Walter, please.

No time for the immune response.

I lost it.

- What do you mean you lost it?
- Either it can vanish, or it's fast.

- It's really fast. There.
- Cover the doors.

It's going down. There.

- Get it!
- There! There!

Get it. Get it, get it, get it.

Things like this used to happen
in the lab all the time.

Makes me nostalgic.

Spirited, isn't it?

Well, have you considered,
I don't know, killing it?

We can always kill it, son.
We can't always bring it back.

- You probably could.
- That is true.

- Do you know what I could go for?
- Don't say food.

- Cheese steak.
- Ugh.

How can he even think about eating?

I know. It's disgusting, right?
And yet...

- Heh. You want one too.
- Extra provolone, please.

- Like father, like son.
- Come on, don't say that.

My theory is correct. I knew it.

This organism was developed
from the same material...

that Olivia stole from her captors.

- We must let her know.
- You're sure?

My boy, I'm not even sure
that we all exist...

on the same plane of consciousness.
But yes, I believe so.

I've been briefed
on how you brought in Olivia Dunham.

I suspected she might be dangerous.

I agreed to let you question her,
not tranq her like a rabid dog.

What you did was unacceptable.

Dunham's been nothing but an
exemplary agent and this is my office.

Well, then, you need to be corrected
on two counts.

The jury's out on Dunham.

I'm not convinced
she's the superstar you claim she is.

How could you be?
You're on a vendetta.

Secondly...

while I'm here on active investigation,
this is under my purview.

Active investigation?
This morning it was a review.

Well, the Pentagon is concerned,
Phillip.

Well, think of how this office
was thrown together.

Flight 627 lands, and suddenly
you're in charge of two dozen agents?

Somehow, I think none of that's
the reason you're here.

This isn't a witch hunt.

I'm not here to punish some JV agent
who tried to ruin my life...

for chasing a little tail.

I'm here to do my job.

Why don't you do the same?

Did you see anyone unusual
in class?

- No.
- And did he mention anything to you?

- Anything in private?
- Why would he?

- You were his teacher's assistant.
- Oh.

I thought he might've mentioned
if something unusual had happened.

No, he didn't. Nothing.

We've been trying to track Kinberg's
whereabouts over the past week.

We spoke to his wife
and she said that he had arrived home...

just before midnight
the last two nights...

but according to his schedule,
his last class started at 6:00.

He's had extended office hours
this week.

Well, could I get a list of the students
he talked to?

It was drop-in. I'm not really sure.

I'm sorry.

After what happened today...

I feel like nothing's real.
That was crazy.

How long were you seeing him?

Professor Kinberg.

Three months.

I knew he was gonna take the job...

and he hadn't even told his wife
about it yet.

What job was that?

I shouldn't...

- He wasn't supposed to tell me.
- It's okay.

The CDC. Centers for Disease Control.

They offered him this big job,
which meant moving to Atlanta.

I figured that was gonna be it for us.

- And what exactly was the job?
- Task force.

To oversee the country's preparedness
to fight off an epidemic.

It sounded like a big deal.

- Can I come in?
- I hate that.

Knocking and asking
while you're coming in.

Dr. Kinberg, the professor
who died at Boston College...

was offered a job at the CDC
to co-chair a classified task force...

whose sole responsibility
was to respond to epidemics.

- And?
- He wasn't the only scientist asked.

There was another one.
Dr. Russell Simon from Cambridge.

- I'm trying to locate him now.
- You think he's a target too?

I do, and I also think that the people
who killed Kinberg...

are the people who took me.

- And how'd you make that leap?
- Walter.

He thinks the thing
that killed Dr. Kinberg...

is similar to evidence that I grabbed
from the people who abducted me.

Why abduct you? What's the link?
Why kill Kinberg like that?

I don't know yet, but so far I figured
why kill an epidemiologist...

unless you're looking
to start an epidemic?

Get rid of the firefighter
before you start a fire.

Why am I just now hearing of this?

Your friend, Sanford Harris, forbade me
from investigating my own abduction.

Harris.

He's put everything on hold...

has requested that I run all operations
past him before we move.

- Is that even possible?
- Apparently.

Sir, I'm asking you
to save a man's life.

Are you telling me that you don't
have the authority to let me do my job?

Find Simon.
Get him in protective custody now.

- Thank you.
- I'll handle Harris.

I know you will.

Hey, Rach, it's me. Can we just
meet at the apartment? Is that okay?

Yeah, sure. I have the key.
Is everything okay?

I'm fine. I won't be too late.

If you get hungry
there's food in the fridge.

Or there are some menus by the phone
in the kitchen if you wanna order in.

Don't worry about us at all.
Ella's having a blast.

Okay. I'll see you tonight.
I love you.

You too. Bye.

I'm going to Cambridge
to pick up Russell Simon.

- Who's that?
- A man we're taking into custody.

- I'll give you the details on the way.
- Oh, I'm going with you?

- Yeah.
- Meet you downstairs.

- Hey, Mitch.
- Hey.

Listen, Olivia, your abduction.
I'm gonna coordinate the investigation.

I assume everything you remember
is already in your debrief.

Yeah.

If I find anything, I'll let you know.
We'll find him.

That's great, Mitch. Thank you.

Dr. Simon, thank you
for your cooperation.

I suppose I should be thanking you.

FBI tells you they're here
to save your life, you listen.

- I know it must seem confusing.
- Well, it's certainly shocking.

- Miles was a dear friend.
- I'm sorry.

Know that we're doing everything we
can to bring those responsible to justice.

The CDC wasn't expecting me
for three months.

Who else knew
you were planning on taking this job?

Well, no one. Just my wife.
I was instructed not to tell anyone.

And is there anyone you can think of
who might be targeting you?

Maybe students whose grades
they might've felt were undeserved.

Will you excuse us for a moment?
I need to talk to my agents.

Sure.

Can you give us a minute?

So I understand that you have requested
placing Dr. Simon in protective custody.

I believe that his life
may be in danger.

Well, that's taxpayer dollars,
Ms. Dunham...

and I haven't approved that.

Let me ask you a question.

I enjoy having you here, but how long
are you planning on sticking around?

Until I have made a full assessment
of how this office conducts its business.

Did Broyles approve your request?

No, he did not.

Mr. Harris, you don't like me,
you don't respect me...

and you think I'm bad at my job.

But don't let that get in the way
of doing the right thing.

That man in there may likely die
if we don't keep him safe.

I'm not asking you to like me.
I'm asking you to do the right thing.

Yeah, we'll keep him safe.

Thank you.

- This is Dunham.
- Walter's trying to determine...

what that thing is,
but I think we made a breakthrough.

- Okay. So, what is it?
- It seems to be activated by a liquid.

What does? The parasite?

The yellow powdery stuff in the vials?
They're like eggs.

But the catalyst is stomach acid.

So the victim just needs to ingest it.

Exactly right. And then it grows. Fast.

- Thank you.
- No problem.

Is there any way
to trace where it came from?

Walter doesn't think so, no.

Dr. Simon. With your permission,
we'd like to take you to our field office.

We'll debrief you, go over your options.
Then we'll move you to a safe house.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

There'll be agents there on call,
24 hours a day...

This is Agent Francis.
I need medical attention, Room 6.

I called medical assistance...

Oh, my God.

It's viral.

Nasopharyngitis,
albeit a gargantuan specimen.

What does that mean?

This organism is a single specimen
of a virus of a common cold.

So you're saying this is one single cell?

It's not unprecedented.

The ostrich egg is a single cell
and it can grow up to five pounds.

They supersized the common cold,
which is disgusting.

- Obviously somebody is playing with us.
- They're showing off.

- Killing epidemiologists with a cold.
- It is impressive.

I wanna know
what they wanted from you.

Oh, who cares about me?
I wanna know who's next.

I care about you.

If we can figure out
why they need you...

then maybe we can figure out
who's next.

I'm gonna keep looking...

for someone who's connected
to Kinberg and Simon.

She is beautiful, isn't she?

- Who?
- The slug.

- You know, I could have cooked for you.
- Oh, no thanks, I've tasted your cooking.

Hey, I've gotten really good,
you know.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

- No, I haven't.
- I didn't think so.

- Hard day?
- Heh.

I honestly wouldn't know
what to tell you.

And if I did, it would be a felony.

- You have a crazy job.
- Yeah, I have a crazy job.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Have you heard from Greg?

I don't know how to do this alone.

Ella is beautiful and smart and strong,
and she gets that from you.

Me? No, you've always been
the strong one, you have.

Rach...

I've only done one thing right
in my life.

Then you need to be strong for her.

Whatever you need, I'm here.

And you guys can stay here
as long as you want.

Thank you.

Is there something else?
Something you're not telling me?

No.

No, there's nothing else.

- How goes it?
- Horrible.

We'll find him, whoever's responsible
for what happened.

Maybe this'll help.

I need to talk to you.

Charlie,
I think I know who killed Simon...

and I think it's the same person
who abducted me.

Who?

Mitchell Loeb. Don't ask me
how I know, I'll tell you later.

- Livvy, that can't be right.
- It is. And I can prove it.

But I've got Harris watching me like
a prison guard. I can't do this myself.

What do you need?

- Walter, is that LSD?
- LSD? Why would l...?

It's a decongestant.
She is a giant cold virus, after all.

Right.

Peter. You got a moment?

What's up?

Olivia may have a lead
on who abducted her.

Only she can't pursue it
without some help.

- I can't help her.
- Why not?

Suffice it to say that sometimes the
problem with being in law enforcement...

is that you gotta obey the law
yourself.

You think I'm the guy
to break the law.

- I'm sorry, I didn't...
- No, you're right.

I am the guy to break the law for you.
What do we need?

I need a wiretap.

- On who?
- Mitchell Loeb, FBI.

WOMAN Hello?

- Samantha.
- Olivia, hi.

I was just in Marlborough. I thought
I'd drop by, just to see if you're okay.

I don't understand.

I don't know, I guess I hadn't
talked to you since Mitchell's surgery.

Oh.

Well, how sweet of you.

Would you like to come inside?
Have a cup of tea?

Yeah, thank you.

I've been thinking a lot about you...

and everything that you and Mitchell
went through.

It's lovely having him
back at the office.

Oh, yes, he's really
glad to be back.

His recovery seemed to go smoothly.

What were you doing in Marlborough?

I'm working on a case.

Well, what's the case?

Suspicion of a double agent.

Excuse me.

I'll get the tea.

Mind if I use your bathroom?

- It's down the hall.
- Thank you.

Kyle. Hey, man...
Can you grab me that phone?

All right, go ahead. Uh-huh.

Okay, so I enter the phone number
and then just punch in that code.

Kyle, you are the greatest, man.
Have I told you that lately?

Yeah, thanks, you too.

He used to work at the phone company,
I never understood why.

- The guy's a genius.
- You're right.

You don't wanna waste
any of that potential.

He tapped into
the Loebs' home phone.

We should be able to pick up
any outgoing calls they make.

This is Mitchell.

- Olivia Dunham is in our house.
- Why?

She claims she was here
to check on you.

Is it working?

No.

Kyle, it's not working. All I'm getting
is buzz. I don't hear anything.

- I think she knows.
- I don't know how she could.

- I don't know what to do.
- Well, I do.

And you have to move fast.

You need to kill her.

Right now.

Her office might know that she's here.
How can I just...

Dunham's already under suspicion
for being unstable.

They think she's dangerous.

All right, I'll try it again.

Whew.

We can say she came after you,
that it was self-defense.

- There has to be another way to do this.
- There isn't, honey. There's one way.

You cannot let Dunham
leave there alive.

In the entry closet, top shelf,
in the back, there's a gun.

Contact me when it's done.

- What is it?
- Olivia's in trouble.

- What happened?
- Hold on.

Come on, pick up, pick up, pick up.

It's me.

Get out of the house,
she's gonna kill you.

- What?
- Samantha Loeb is going to kill you.

Get out of the house right now.

Olivia.

Tea's ready.

Olivia.

Samantha. Turn around
and put the gun on the ground.

Put the gun down.

Now get down on the ground.

Samantha.

Please. Don't hurt me.

Get on the ground.

- I was doing what my husband asked.
- Samantha, get down on the ground.

- I don't wanna shoot you, but I will.
- Are you gonna hurt me?

Damn it, Samantha, shut up
and get down on the ground.

Please, get down...

There's nothing here.
Loeb knew he was gonna cut and run.

- You have nothing to trace.
- No, nothing yet.

I'll need more time
to trace the origin of the virus.

But even then, it would be impossible
to know the exact origin.

Liv, I hate to even ask you this. Anything
you remember from when they had you?

No. There's nothing that I heard,
nothing that I remember.

There's no other way
to track Loeb's cell?

- Tech services tried everything.
- Wait, not everything.

The agents are surveilling the area,
right? No sign of Loeb?

- Not yet.
- So he doesn't know about his wife.

- No, he doesn't.
- Meaning she could still contact him.

- I'm ahead of you. I'll get a team.
- What happened? I missed it.

Okay, we need Samantha's
cell phone. Inventory has it.

- I'm on it.
- Nice work.

Thanks.

It's all rather tense, isn't it?

He's gonna come. Assuming, of course,
they text each other.

- Do you see him yet?
- No, not yet.

Peter was worried about you
when you were gone.

- Walter...
- You were.

- Well, of course I was worried.
- He was really worried.

We got him.

Stay here.

Mitchell. Put it down, put it down.

Freeze.

Aah!

Drop it. Drop your weapon.

You're under arrest.

Nice work.

Thank you.

Who are you working for?

Don't be an idiot, Loeb.

This is your one chance to cooperate.

I'd say to you that you have no idea how
hard we're gonna come down on you...

except you do.

I wanna see my wife.

You're not getting a thing
until you talk.

Then you're out of luck.

Why'd you kill them?
Kinberg and Simon? And why like that?

I mean, there are easier ways
to take somebody out.

You're getting nothing.

She can't do it.
She won't get a confession.

I'd say the evidence in his house
is plenty.

I'd say evidence is no confession.

Ask as many questions as you want.

Why take me?

And that spinal tap,
what did you want?

Look, this is your last chance
to cooperate.

Or what? You'll torture me?

Can you leave me alone with him?

What's she doing?

You want your wife, Mitch?

Yeah, Olivia, I do.

Okay.

Okay.

And do you wanna know
who pulled the trigger?

Mitch.

You're looking at her.

Did you kill them?

- Did you...?
- Yes!

Do you not understand the rules?
What we're up against?

Who the two sides are?
Tell me at least you know that.

- Who's we?
- We had a plan here, lady.

We had a shot.

- And you just blew it.
- Why did you kidnap me?

Kidnap you. Idiot.

- We saved you.
- Saved me from what?

We were going to let you go.
We saved you.

You have no idea what you've done.

Not a clue.

There's your confession.

You need to get some rest.

- I think you've earned it.
- I'll see you tomorrow. Thank you.

Thank you.

He's right. You should get home.

What did he mean he saved me?
What the hell was that?

- He was messing with you.
- I don't know.

Did you see him? There was something
about the way he said that...

The man's insane, Olivia.

I concur, and in the category of
"It takes one to know one."

- That man did seem disturbed.
- Then why take me?

They wanted to hurt you.
They knew you were investigating them.

- They wanted to take you out.
- Then why not just kill me?

You're talking about a man
who infects people with giant viruses.

If you hadn't escaped, who knows
what they would have done?

Listen to me. You just told him
that you killed his wife.

He said that to you to try and get
a reaction out of you, to get to you.

Let it go.

You got his confession.

Go home.

I was worried too,
when you were taken.

Thank you, Walter.

Not as much as him, of course.

- Walter...
- It's true.