The captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign.
Please, make sure your seat belt is fastened.
I don't speak German. I'm from Denver.
My friend, it's just an electrical storm.
I understand.
- Here. Gum? - No.
Thank you.
Sub-way.fr (1.00)
My God!
What?
- This bed is loud. - You think?
We can't
keep doing this.
Sneaking around.
Department is not a massive fan of office romance.
That policy seminar was endless, wasn't it?
I kept finding myself staring at you.
Actually had to move my chair to stop.
I think Charlie knows.
- He doesn't know. - I think he does.
If he knew, you'd be transferred.
Believe me,
I'm not afraid of transparency, but... we're already working for a Department
that's about as fluid and unstable as they come.
Somehow, we found each other.
The idea of somebody making the call
whether or not you and I get to live in the same city is unacceptable to me.
And I mean that's all just preamble to the kicker which is that...
I love you.
Olivia Dunham.
Yes, sir.
Of course, sir.
Yes, sir. I'm on my way.
Incident at Logan. International flight. Charlie's on his way.
Agent Scott.
Olivia Dunham, FBI.
All right? We didn't know. You had that information. I didn't.
How'd you expect my guys to do the job?
Charlie, what's up?
Interagency harmony and cooperation contagious.
- Who's winning? - Langley, by a nose.
We got a flight outta Hamburg. 147 passengers.
Tower's lost contact 3 hours in.
They thought it might've been electrical interference.
They entered our air space, radio silent.
Navy then scrambles two F-18s
for escort.
They reported stains in the windows,
no signs of life aboard the jet.
White House approved the CDC request
for the jet not to be opened until they arrive.
No signs of life? Who was flying the plane?
Logan's one of the 1st airports
with the PEARL auto pilot system.
Plane landed itself right on time.
Unlike every flight I've ever taken.
Let me assure you we'd be happy to treat you as family too.
Good old NTSB, they all like to think they're cops.
- Agent Scott. - Agent Francis.
Agent Dunham.
Whatever the hell McNeery saw through that window,
it made him throw up in front of his own unit.
Excuse me.
What's going on here? Some sort of accident?
Tarmac's closed. Nothing you need to worry about.
- All right. - Move along.
I'll do that.
Thanks.
Although this is a joint task force,
you're all reporting to the Department of Homeland Security.
I'm Special Agent in charge, Broyles.
DC has sent me here to make sure we get results.
Standard level 4 Hazmat suits are required to go in.
Members from each agency on the starting line as follows:
CIA, Bernoff.
FBI, Francis and Scott.
Everyone else stand by.
OK, people, let's move.
Sir?
Olivia Dunham, FBI interagency liaison.
Liaison on an interagency task force. Got to love that.
Kind of like powdered sugar on a glaze donut.
Excuse me. If I'm gonna do my job effectively
I like my information 1st hand.
That's not redundancy, that's accountability.
I know exactly who you are.
You want in, liaison?
Suit up.
What kind of terrorism is this?
Who says it's terrorism?
Sources tell us
the plane was deliberately set ablaze by the CDC
after all passengers remains...
Seat 41-8, John Rosenbloom.
Criminal history is negative.
Have we reviewed video from the Hamburg airport?
... and beverage carts, ground crew who fueled the aircraft. We need names.
On it's way, agent Dawson. And what's taking so long with that blackbox?
Report says methane has replaced oxygen tanks an hour before take-off.
Tell me the terminal's closed.
We've been down since 04:00. You've got any more questions?
Who's point from CDC on the bone tissue?
- Agent Pally, you want his home number? - No, but I'd like the whole report
and not just this fax claming that there is no matches to any known pathogens...
We're on that too, Liaison.
We don't think what happened on the plane
was result of the in-flight movie.
Back Bay PD got a call at 03:00
from a guard on duty at a storage facility.
He saw two, and I quote,
"suspicious middle eastern men handing a white guy a briefcase".
Liaison.
Take it, go find out.
Take what? That?
That's my assignment?
Yeah, honey. Would you mind?
... Disease Control, the decision was made
to burn the plane only after it was determined...
Heavy bastard. He's pissed
because his best friend sexually assaulted three Marines privates
and I'm the bad guy 'cause I put him away.
Broyles is an idiot. You're smatter, you're stronger,
you're much better looking, he's jealous.
What?
You said you loved me.
In the motel.
That was a big deal.
Yeah, you didn't say anything back so I just... let it go.
I've been sort of bad at this, for a long time.
Until you.
I wanted to say I love you too.
Let's go check the trash together.
Empty.
Acetylene, propane?
No, ammonia.
- What are you doing? - What are you doing?
I'm a federal agent.
We need to get a chem transport team on here now.
I'm on it.
No signal.
Freeze! FBI!
FBI, freeze!
I have a gun, I will shoot!
We've got a runner in the back, take him alive!
I'm on my way.
Hands in the air!
You were very lucky today, agent Dunham.
Your wounds could have easily been much more severe.
Agent Scott wasn't as fortunate.
While he survived the initial blast,
agent Scott was exposed to some synthetic chemical compounds
work that was done in the labs you found.
He's not contagious, but until we understand more,
it's better not to introduce any additional contaminants.
We haven't been able to identify the substance that's affecting him.
The CDC has sent a specialist but
we have never seen anything like what's happening here.
We've put agent Scott in a drug induced coma.
His body temperature has been lowered significantly
to try and slow the progress.
I'm sorry, agent Dunham.
It's me.
Liaison.
I found a connection between the Hamburg flight
and what's happened to agent Scott.
His name is Walter Bishop.
He's a scientific researcher from Cambridge, born in 46,
Harvard educated, post grad at Oxford and MIT.
Look at the experiments he was doing in the 70'.
I believe Dr. Bishop might have information
that might tell us what happened aboard that plane and save agent Scott's life.
It says that guy has been at St. Claire for seventeen years.
I saw that. An assistant was killed in his lab,
rumors about Dr. Bishop using humans has guinea pig.
He was charged with manslaughter but deemed mentally unfit to stand trial.
- Why are you sure he's worth our time? - Why are you so sure he's not?
Listen, Dunham,
- we got off from the wrong foot. - If my past job
performance as a US marine special investigator
- offends you, there's really not... - Well, yeah, it does.
A man who serves his country for 30 years
has a few drinks and a small lapse in judgment doesn't deserve 5 years.
A small lapse in judgment which'll haunt 3 women for the rest of their lives.
But that's not tonight's business, is it?
Look. DC has tasked me to make sure
that our reaction to flight 627 is beyond reproach.
Now it says here, in 1991
the state of Massachusetts forbade Dr. Bishop from having any visitors
with the exception of immediate family.
So, from where I sit,
barging into a mental institution waving the patriot act, which is what you need,
and demanding face time with some old lab rat who you think
might be behind some of the most
terrifying terror I can possibly imagine.
I'm coming to you with a solid lead and your personal resentment
- prevents you... - You waste your breath and my time!
Do you understand immediate family?
You wanna question Dr. Bishop,
you go find his next of kin and have him escort you in.
Talk to Bishop, uncover something substantial, and I will have your back.
Until then,
I am not so convinced.
Now, can you handle that?
He does have a son.
Is his son a local too?
Not exactly.
So this guy is Walter Bishop's son.
His name's Peter Bishop. He's a high school drop-out.
IQ at 190. Just 50 points north of genius.
Misfit, nomad.
Hasn't kept a job longer than 2 months.
He's been a wild land fireman,
a cargo pilot,
and briefly, a college chemistry professor.
He falsified a degree from MIT.
And even managed to get a few papers published before he was found out.
Sounds like a massive pain in the ass.
My resume is hardly traditional.
But around these parts, traditional increasingly means irrelevant.
$100 bn sunk in infrastructure, you can barely keep the lights on.
You need someone to oversee construction on 600 miles of pipeline
to carry crude between your fields in Kirkuk and the port of Ceyhan.
A job well outside the Green Zone, I might add, while...
I'm still alive to do so.
You need someone who has a handle on the laws of hydrodynamic resistance,
the heat exchange in oil mixture flows.
You'll need someone who knows mixed energy programs.
You'll have to resize the pipes as you'll work with uneven terrain.
That is if you want to keep down construction costs.
Truth is, I need this job as much as you need me to do it.
I also speak Farsi.
And... 600,000 all-in?
Sounds fair.
Peter Bishop?
Olivia Dunham. I'm with the FBI.
- Okay. - You've heard of flight 627?
- The Hamburg flight, of course. - You may be able to help us with that.
- No, I think you got the wrong guy. - Your father's Walter Bishop?
The last time somebody asked me that, it was an accusation.
We're looking to speak with him, but due to his current status,
you're the only one who can get us to him.
What possible help could that man be to you?
And what is it exactly that you're expecting me to do?
Hop on a plane with you back to Massachusetts?
- I just got here, honey. - I can have you on a return flight here
- in 4 days... - I'll save you the time.
I'd rather stay here in Iraq.
That's how much I want to see my father.
I'm going to beg you as one human being to another.
Your father may be able to save someone who's dying.
Someone I care about very much.
Sweetheart, we all care about someone who's dying.
I can't help you, I'm sorry.
I know why you're here.
I have your file.
What file?
The one the FBI would say doesn't exist.
And it has everything. Where you've been,
what you're running from.
And what you need while you're here.
So, either you come with me,
or I let certain people know your whereabouts.
When do we leave?
Did the doctors say anything else?
Thanks, Charlie.
Let me ask you something.
My father... Not my favorite.
He is without a doubt the most...
self-absorbed, twisted, abusive,
brilliant, myopic son of a bitch on the planet.
So he was a chemist.
That much I already know.
He worked in a basement lab in Harvard doing research for a toothpaste company.
I also know that there was an accident at the lab one night.
My father was arrested,
beginning the first truly peaceful period in our home.
But... here's the thing, Olivia.
My gut tells me that...
your friend's life,
the one hanging in the balance,
is not gonna be saved by a tube of toothpaste.
He worked out of Harvard,
but... not on toothpaste.
He was part of a classified US army experimental program
called "Calvin Genetics".
They gave him the resources to do whatever work he wanted.
Which was primarily in an area called fringe science.
When you say "fringe science", you mean "pseudo science".
I suppose. Things like...
mind control,
teleportation, astral projection,
invisibility, genetic mutation, reanimation...
Excuse me for a sec.
Reanimation?
Really?
So, you're telling me...
What?
My father was Dr. Frankenstein.
You know what?
Why don't you go on ahead?
I think I'm gonna wait out in the lobby.
Doctor Bishop?
Special day, you have a visitor.
Hello.
I knew someone would come...
eventually.
Dr. Bishop?
And you say this was...
When did this happen?
The incident on the plane happened 4 days ago.
- Agent Scott was injured the next day. - The derma.
Already indurated.
Translucent. Muscular tissue visible.
On Scott? You mean, can you see through his skin? Yes.
It's not good to see through the skin.
It's tricky, it's advanced...
What's happening to him?
Can it be reversed?
What is it?
We have this horrible...
pudding here.
Butterscotch pudding on Mondays.
It's dreadful.
It's Thursday.
That's fantastic news.
It can be reversed.
What happened to your colleague.
Years ago, I worked with lab animals,
and...
some of them were afflicted,
but were saved.
So do you remember what to do?
This place, their...
Their choice of therapies has c...
Dr. Bishop?
You came here today with my son.
I'm not allowed visitors, you see, except immediate family.
Unless the order's been lifted.
Then it's a simple "If, then" formula.
If you are here, then so is he.
I would...
so much...
very much like to see him.
So much.
He asked for you.
Thanks, sweetheart. I really appreciate that.
I didn't tell him you were here.
And call me sweetheart one more time, I'd really like that.
Hello, Walter.
I thought you'd be fatter.
You thought I would be fatter?
Excellent. First words, perfect.
- No. As a boy, you were rounder. - I was,
until the summer before high school, not that I expect you to remember that.
- May I see something? - What are you...
- Take your hands off of me! - Pupils are good.
They're good, they're good.
How advanced
is your colleague's condition? Which is...
Which is something that I...
I'm not able to deduce without a first hand examination.
I must see M. Scott myself,
which I am unable
to do...
under present law, or...
unless, unless signed out by a legal guardian,
who must be, once again, a relative.
What are you asking me to...
Guardian? No. Forget it.
- He'll do it. - No, I will not do it.
One phone call. You want me to make it?
'Cause I've got my phone in my pocket.
Now, it's out of my pocket.
You wanted my father?
Now, you've got my father.
Which falls into the category of be careful what you wish for,
sweetheart.
Every effort is being made to understand what happened on flight 627...
Dr. Bishop, I was curious.
Did anyone else ever have access to your work?
Well...
The assistants
had bits and pieces.
God, I suppose.
I suppose the only one that really knew what I was doing was Bell.
- Who? - Bell, William Bell.
- He and I shared the lab. - William Bell?
You shared your lab with the founder of Massive Dynamics?
I don't know what that is, Massive Dynamics.
Nothing, really. Just a tiny little company.
That's perfect...
One guy becomes one of the wealthiest man in the planet.
The other guy becomes an institutionalized psychopath.
What?
- What happened? - I've just pissed myself.
- Excellent. - Just a squirt.
- Just got your message. How's John? - Worse.
The CDC says the Hamburg flight was caused by a synthetic compound.
Which is like saying rain is caused by a wet compound.
They've run some tests on John but haven't found
- anything. - What about Bishop?
Left or right? Insane.
And irritating. And also my only hope.
Listen.
I need to question William Bell. Could you set that up for me?
William Bell? Massive Dynamics William Bell?
He and Bishop used to share a lab.
You kidding?
Dr. Bishop?
Is there ginger ale? I need ginger ale.
I haven't had some in a long time.
I miss it.
Can you please get some ginger ale for the doctor?
Agent Farnsworth?
Sure.
Stop right now!
Does this not concern you?
Let him go.
Petri dish?
Quick please.
I need to take this to my lab right away.
- Your what? - Kresge building basement, Harvard.
We should leave. I have all my samples.
Your lab was shut down after you left.
I'm sorry?
Wake up. It's gone.
Walter, there is no lab.
It's a perfect...
Damn you! Damn you!
We need to get him back immediately.
Liaison.
- When did you get back? - I need your help.
I want you to know I've successfully had Dr. Walter Bishop
released from St Claire's
and he requires the use of his old laboratory.
- I'm sorry, what? - Kresge building.
Harvard. Basement.
It would be nice
to think that your tenacity in this case is a by-product
of a remarkable and robust professionalism.
But I can't help but wonder...
if there wasn't something going on between you and agent Scott.
Get the lab for Bishop.
So much...
So much happened here.
And so much is about to.
Dr. Bishop, I've ordered a standard forensics work package.
Is there anything else you need?
Optical coherence tomograph for flesh study.
Two thousand pounds of silicone,
at least five anonymous
blood samples from volunteer donors, microorganism
detector. NASA grade of course, there's still NASA, yes?
She's still here.
This tank was the best.
And a two year old bos taurus.
- A what? - A cow.
He wants a cow.
Pure breed, not cross breed, this is important.
Mature weight - 850 pounds.
Internal fat average - 3.7.
- Is he joking? - Genetically, humans and cows
are separate by only a couple lines of DNA.
So it's an ethical test subject.
Where did you learn that? MIT?
No, actually, I picked that up reading books.
You should try it some time. It's fun.
Get him the cow.
Fantastic. Thank you.
If they think better than the cow, they're human.
I wish you need milk, then you really need a cow.
Coffee?
Thanks.
Tell me...
what else did that file say? About yours truly.
- How bad was it? - I'm not at liberty to discuss it.
Why don't you go ahead and liberate yourself?
'Cause I'm here now, so I kinda feel like I deserve the truth, don't you?
There was no file.
- I needed you back here. - Stop. What, you were bluffing?
- I was desperate. - I'm pretty good at reading people.
- That's sort of what I do. - I could see you were in trouble.
- Anyone could see that. - So, I could have stayed?
- I could have stayed in Iraq. - A car bomb went of this morning
in Kirkuk, you might just owe me a thank you.
Yeah, well, I owe a lot.
Yeah, I figured. Mafia?
A guy named Big Eddy.
I swear I'm not making that up.
You owe money to a guy nicknamed Big Eddy?
No. I owe money to a guy named Big Eddy. He had it legally changed.
And the thing is, I'm not even a gambler. I mean I never was. Just...
a couple years ago, I went a bit crazy.
I thought you were a genius. Did you have a system?
Of course there was a system.
The house was cheating. But you try tell them that...
72, during Vietnam,
the DODs bio-chem division
had us working on narcotic contagion
for possible use against the Vietcong.
It's possible that whatever affected that plane
may have been derived from that work.
- What about John? - What's infecting him is merely a...
chemical reaction to the raw laboratory ingredients.
Not the finished contagion, which means we can't synthesize the counteragent.
- So you can help him. - Don't give her false hope.
There's no false. It's not false, it's real.
I could help, yes.
If I had a precise inventory of what was in that storage facility...
We don't have it. It all went up. Everything.
The suspect who might have those answers got away
and John was the only one who saw his face.
So how long does he have left?
Current rate of crystallization, cellular degradation,
- How long? - ... maybe 24 hours.
His brain will no longer be able to oxygenate itself.
I'm so sorry.
Not that I can't offer you a less dangerous solution.
- What do you mean? - Didn't I mention it?
Whatever you think you said, you didn't say.
Synaptic transfer system, shared dream state,
What do you mean, "shared dream state"?
Human brain
generates a quantifiable electric field.
I posited in 1976
that it is possible
to synchronize the fields of two distinct minds,
to allow the sharing of information
across the unconscious state,
like a string between two tin cans.
What's great about that is that it's completely insane.
You're saying I can talk to John in a coma
and he can tell me what the suspect looks like?
- It's not an exact science. - It's not even science!
- Have you done this before? - I have used this technique
to extract information from a corpse once.
You can do that if they haven't been dead for longer than 6 hours.
Right, 'cause after 6 hours, that's when they're really dead.
You could access his memories,
assuming there's no brain damage.
Of course you'd have to have an electromagnetic probe
placed in the base of your skull whilst immersed in the old tank.
And you'd be heavily drugged.
What sort of drugs?
A mix of Ketamine, Neuronton,
lysergic acid diethylamide...
That last one's LSD, by the way, acid?
It could least a few hours. I'll need your help to synthesize it
- if that's not too much problem. - No, it sounds fun!
The man who was just released from a mental institution
wants to give you a drug overdose and stick a metal rod into your head
and put you naked into a rusty tank of water.
No, I don't want to.
No, I'd rather not. I'm just saying I can.
OK. Olivia,
excuse me for a sec.
You're obviously under severe duress and you haven't slept since Iraq
and the man you care about might die, but I'm telling you, he will kill you!
You don't understand the procedure.
John would do it for me.
Set it up. I'll get DHS's authorization to bring John here.
This is unbelievable. This is insane!
He is insane! And you're insane for following him.
Excellent.
Let's make some LSD.
Put him over here.
Salt will make you flow.
Charlie, did you get me in to see William Bell?
Massive Dynamics isn't exactly being forthcoming or courteous
and apparently William Bell's out of the country for the next two weeks.
- What's this? - A sweet memo from their council.
So Bell doesn't wanna talk?
He's the head of a 50 billion corporation.
Screw this! I wanna drive a tank through William Bell's office,
- find out what he knows. - I'm here to tell you the bad news.
It's gonna be another 48 hours 'till we get a court order.
You'll promptly strip to your underwear.
Hello.
What the hell was that?
Charlie, we don't have 48 hours. I need you to get to Bell.
If Walter fails, Bell could be the only one to save us.
Olivia, what's happening here? You've cleared all this with Broyles.
- Somewhat. - "Somewhat", doesn't sound good.
Is that a cow?
Yeah that's Gene. Listen Charlie,
I need you to promise me you'll do whatever you can.
Of course.
You know that.
Be careful.
My God.
Now, were was I?
Could you tilt your head forward, please?
I still think that it is deeply irresponsible
and believe me, I would know him.
This is an anesthetic.
- It'll feel normal. - 'Cause bootlegging smack in a basement
is just the picture of normality.
I got you.
I hope your guy is worth it.
If your vital stats spike, we'll pull you out.
You'll feel very relaxed very soon.
And this
will rip open your consciousness.
Listen. In case you don't come back...
I just...
have to say before we do this...
how much I appreciate what you've done.
There are so many things you lose in a place like that.
You lose being trusted.
Strange how important that is once it's gone.
If you want to watch, you can come closer.
You work here?
Yeah, I'm Astrid Farnsworth.
- Assistant of agent Dunham. - Who?
Oh, yes. I'm Walter...
- Bishop, Walter Bishop. - Yes, thank you.
Don't mention it.
These are our brain rhythms.
More important thing most people know regarding
cerebral regional interaction.
Critical, and...
And these, that is... As the drugs take effect
the probes will synchronize the electrical signals from both and
that's what the brain is...
an electrical router.
It should be able to be interpreted by the other.
Yeah... Simple, really, like making taffy.
And when the rhythms are in sync,
they should be in the same place, so to speak.
So, what do we do now?
Now, we wait.
- What was that? - Should be any minute now.
Hello...
Hello!
I think I'm here.
I'm here!
Look look look!
Almost in sync.
I know this.
That's my uncle's kayak.
Why is it here?
Is that you?
- What's happening? - It's fine.
- She's OK? - Fine!
- You sure? - Look!
There is again.
I was just thinking about you.
What was that?
Nothing.
You were hurt.
I don't remember.
Think.
The storage units.
I feel cold.
I need you to remember.
Remember what?
What you saw.
I need you to show me his face.
Why?
So I can save you.
Please, try.
Try and remember.
Yes, this is right.
This is right.
We got a runner in the back. We need him alive.
I can't see his face.
I saw him. I saw John get hurt, I was there!
I was there, I saw him!
What do you mean, you saw him?
- Where? - I told you not to ask me that.
This is him! This is the suspect we're looking for. He looks like this.
I'll put it through the database.
You slept? You look like crap.
No primary matches for criminal record.
Crosscheck all state drivers licenses files and send this image
- to all local hospitals. - Agent Dunham.
Take a look at this.
My God. This is him.
- He was a passenger on the flight 627. - I don't understand.
Wait. He couldn't be in this storage place.
Charlie, I saw him there.
Hold on, guys.
Morgan Steig was passenger number 108
His emergency contact...
Richard Steig.
- You telling me he has a twin? - Yeah.
No home address, only history of employment.
What?
Richard Steig's last employer.
I was hoping to speak with William Bell.
I'm Nina Sharp, executive director.
I only have a few minutes.
Our primary suspect is a former employee of yours,
Richard Steig, who may have used research from your company
to develop a self eradicating airborne toxin.
We don't know why or for whom,
but it appears he was willing to sacrifice his own brother.
Whatever killed those people on that plane
got on board to his insulin pen.
So do you want to talk to me?
Danielle...
Please assemble everything we have on Richard Steig for agent Dunham here.
I remember Richard Steig.
He worked on our weapon system's research lab.
He was caught 3 months ago
trying to leave the premises with classified information.
He was terminated immediately, we referred him to the justice department.
We have done our due diligence, agent Dunham.
And if you choose to drag
our company and doctor Bell's name into this matter,
you will be hearing from our attorneys.
- How long have you worked for Dr Bell? - 16 years.
I owe Massive Dynamics my life and that is not exaggeration.
I was a runner, most of my life.
And the 97 Boston marathon, I felt...
strangely tired.
One day at the office, doctor Bell noticed my discomfort,
and insisted I go for a CAT scan.
Cancer...
Spread so severely I had to cut my arm.
Amputated that week.
That first scanner that found my cancer
was build by this company.
The robotic assist tools that were used in my surgery,
the drugs I took afterwards,
were developed and manufactured by Massive Dynamics.
And my replacement limb
was designed by Bell himself.
Everything we have on Richard Steig.
Do you believe that Steig may be part of the pattern?
I'm sorry part of the...
Part of the pattern?
I assumed you had clearance.
I'm cleared to know whatever you're cleared to know, Ms. Sharp.
Apparently not.
It's suffice to say that we reached a point where science and technology
have advanced in such an exponential rate for so long...
it may be way beyond our ability to regulate and control them.
You should know what you're getting into, Agent Dunham.
I would say this to my own daughter:
be careful...
and good luck.
And this is a show for children?
Yeah, it's huge.
Surprisingly profound...
for a narrative about a sponge.
Crazy house.
I just landed at Logan. I'm on my way to you. I think we located our suspect.
Hold on a second. You found the guy? You found the guy from your dream?
I'm picking you both up. I need your father there to question,
get the info he needs to make a cure for John.
and I need you there too in case your father...
Say no more. We'll meet you out front.
Stand-by.
Get your position.
Team 2 on insight.
Someone coming out.
This way ma'am.
- Police! - FBI!
- Clear! - Clear.
Clear!
Check that!
I'd like to check
- your blood pressure. - Check your own. Mine's fine. Thanks.
Your skin tone suggest you might be suffering from arterial
- hypertension. - Don't tell me what I'm suffering from.
And there are no visible signs of hypertension.
When this is over,
please, don't send me back.
- I don't want to go back. - Look, Walter.
This experience...
You woke me up again, and...
- You can't put me back to sleep. - It was hardly my idea.
Any of it.
Whatever...
punishment you think I deserve...
I swear I have already endured it.
Seventeen years.
Please...
son.
What?
- In the alley! - Can I get out?
Stay right there!
We got some questions for you.
That was magnesium based ethylene glycol.
Yes, but you're not listening.
Magnesium ethylene glycol with an organophosphate trigger.
Stop.
His blood won't absorb it before the side effects kill him.
You're saying what? Resynthesize
a calcium, glutanate nathiamun base?
- Exactly. - We can't.
We need more of his blood. We have none.
That's not true. All agents are required to set up a backup blood supply
in case we're wounded.
Autologous transfusion. That's brilliant.
We can create the antidote and then dissolve it in this guy's stored blood.
If we transfuse him intravenously, his body won't be overwhelmed.
A+, boy. Well done.
Let's begin.
So I got the lab.
Yeah, I know you did.
Thanks.
How's it going downstairs?
Bishop says it'll be a while, but...
that it's looking auspicious.
That was his word.
What?
You've done some solid work here.
Locating Bishop.
Getting him out, finding a way to get him to work with you.
We're impressed.
His son found a way to get him to work, not me. Brains run in the family.
Who's we?
What happened on the plane may be part of something
- more dangerous than simple terrorism. - "Simple" terrorism?
In the past 9 months, there've been
3 dozens authenticated incidents like the Hamburg flight.
Most of what I'm about to show you has not been made public.
John Thompson.
Normal kid. Went missing back in '98.
Reappeared last month halfway around the world,
hadn't aged a day.
In the past few months,
46 other children who went missing that same year turn up.
Same story.
Local fishermen off the coast of Sri Lanka reported
a low flying plane emitting a hard pitched frequency
that blew all of their windows.
An hour later, same spot...
an 8.7 subsurface earthquake created a tsunami that
kills 83,000 people.
- So why are you telling me this? - This man...
Patient in Lisbon woke up after years in a coma began writing. Just numbers.
They turn up to be exact real time coordinates
of our carrier battle groups in the Pacific.
Intel that's classified above top secret.
- How's that even possible? - Come work for me.
- I'll get you the clearance... - Stop!
- There's more you need to hear. - You deaf? I said stop.
They call these events "the pattern".
As if someone out there is experimenting only the whole world is their lab.
- You've seen it now. You know. - I don't wanna know.
- I have a job. - This one's more important.
Anything, anybody you need you could have.
I like the job I've got.
And the man I do it with, which you seem to have deduced on your own.
Look around.
You see all these people going about their lives,
no idea what they're in the middle of?
I just want to go back to before.
Dunham,
I don't think you can.
He's up! He's awake!
Olivia, he's awake! He's conscious!
Can you hear me, baby?
Baby?
I had a dream about you.
A change of clothes, it's for agent Scott.
His vitals are surprisingly strong.
So... How long does he have to stay?
Not until the melanocytes in his skin are regenerated,
but that shouldn't be more than a week.
He owes you his life.
We owe each other.
What room is Steig in?
I told everything I know.
Didn't I?
I gave you the name of all the synthetics I used in the compound.
Don't worry. Our immunity agreement holds.
But there's still a lot more we have to talk about,
like why you killed your own brother,
- and who you're selling your work to. - Who says I was selling it?
I was threatened by a guy from your office.
You think I'm lying?
I swear to God.
I can prove it.
- Where's the recording? - I buried it.
- I will come after you... - You're threatening me?
After seeing what I'm willing to do to my own brother?
Let me assure you we'd be happy to treat you as family too.
- I'm special agent Scott. - Yes, sir.
Charlie, I need 2 agents posted outside agent Scott's room, now.
- Check on Steig. - I'm on it.
I'm 5 minutes away.
We need this place locked down!
This is Dunham. Agent ID: 5-2-7-7-6,
in pursuit of a blue SUV
heading south on 7. I need immediate assist.
Ask yourself...
why...
Broyles sent you
to the storage facility.
Why...
I don't understand.
Who are you working for?
John. Tell me.
Tell me more, John.
I knew him just as long as you did.
I'm sorry.
Job isn't what it was ten years ago.
We're supposed to protect the world,
where one breath of the wrong air can incinerate you from the inside out.
I mean, how do we protect people,
when corporations have higher security clearances than we do?
When we're not fully briefed on half the things that we're investigating.
You know, when the truth...
the truth is...
we're obsolete.
Take me back to the lab.
Can I talk to you, please?
Yeah. I'll be back in a second.
I'm sure you're anxious to get as far away from here as possible.
To Iraq or Afghanistan or countless other out of reach places. But...
I'm here to tell you that you father needs to stay which means that
you need to, too.
Are you okay?
Look, now. I know you have countless reasons as to
why this is a nonstarter for you, but I...
Your father is a good man.
He's not the monster you think he is.
And you're good with him despite what you think.
And you're the only one who speaks Walter.
You taking him back to St Claire, it's all over.
Where's John?
I can talk to the agency and get them to clear your gambling debts.
- I can take care of my own debts. - But what's just happened?
Where is John?
I'm not gonna use false threats with you anymore. I don't need to.
The threats are real.
After you left, my father sat down and started talking to me and he was...
remarkably lucid.
He told me about the work he and Bell had done
and the experiments and that incident.
What happened on the plane is just the beginning.
Which makes...
every part of me feel like I got to get the hell out of Boston.
Are we leaving?
- How long has he been dead? - 5 hours.
Question him.