The body was found here by Pierre Seven.
Police are canvassing the area.
No witnesses have come forward at this time.
And authorities are baffled
by what appears to be one of the most gruesome murders
in Boston's history.
The media has been blocked
from the immediate crime scene
and all we could cope was that a body
was found mutilated
by what might have been a hunting knife.
Police are with-holding the name of the victim
until their family can be contacted.
There are a number of nightclubs around here
that's not the safest neighbourhood,
but there haven't been violent crimes
of this nature before.
Until someone with information comes forward,
police have no clues at this bizzare murder
that had occured here tonight.
Hello, beautiful.
Finally. Where you've been?
Did you get my message?
I did.
But you didn't call me back.
No, I thought I'd call you later.
I was at a conference.
Where were you last night, Bob?
Where would I be? I was at home,
I was catching up on my sleep.
But I called.
You know I turn off the phone to get some sleep.
Come on, now,
you're starting to go down that road again.
Before you know it, you'll be all upset.
I think this has more to do with the miles between us,
all that dreary weather you're having
in Portland.
You'll feel much better when you get back tomorrow.
Hey, we'll, uh, we'll do something nice.
In fact, we'll stay in.
I'll cook for us.
I'd like that, Bob.
Listen, love,
I'll call you when I get home tonight.
Right now I've gotta go have dinner
with these insufferable suits from Hong Kong.
I hope it won't be too awful.
You never can tell.
Bye.
You know what's funny...
Before I came in here, I thought I was good-looking.
Seriously, though, I can tell you're my type of girl.
How do you know?
I know these things.
Cheers, mate.
I can tell you're my kind of girl.
S01E18: Midnight
Oh, Olivia,
you have to hear how Neal and Helen met.
This could be good for my sister.
We're both single... Uh, we're in our thirties,
hadn't met anyone.
We wanted to have kids.
Then I heard about this program called
Two Singles Together.
Two Singles Together was the answer for us.
I'm sorry, Two--
- Two Singles Together. - Two Singles Together.
It's a matchmaking service.
Not just a matchmaking service, Rachel.
A way of life.
Two Singles Together?
Uh, I have my own schedule.
Works for me.
I have no interest in controlling Neil's, either.
I like vacations in the sun and--
I like the snow.
Doesn't that kind of defeat the purpose
of being in a relationship?
Well, I'm--
There are things we agree on, of course.
Like, um... Where to live.
- Yeah. - The appropriate kindergarten.
Friends we both enjoy.
Which, incidentally, I want to make sure
Ella can attend Graham's birthday party.
Oh, I already R.S.V.P.'d on the class sign up.
And, uh, that was for Neil's rock climbing party
for Graham.
My party for Graham is the following Saturday.
We are doing science center.
Excuse me for one minute.
Oh, thanks Olivia.
I think you have...
What?
Greg's filing for divorce.
Oh, Rach.
Not now. Not in front of them.
They'll make me join Two Singles Together.
Um, okay.
Where were we?
I'm sorry, I've just been called into work.
Oh, what kind of work do you do, Olivia?
Think his name was Bob Dart.
He was 33 years old.
His girlfriend.
Got back from a business trip in Portland.
Couldn't reach him.
She found him here.
We confirmed the trip. No forced entry.
No witnesses.
So this matched the victim that Boston P.D.
found two nights ago at the Pier?
The one that's been all over the news?
Yeah, they don't know what to make of it.
So now they have another one.
Now it's ours to mix up.
You know what this reminds me of, Peter?
Nope, but I'm gonna guess
it's something unbelievably disgusting.
Shrimp cocktail.
You see, the shrimp must be deveined
by putting a shallow cut down the back...
To expose the vein.
Which, in fact, is not a vein at all,
but the crustaceans intestinal tract.
Great, thanks for that.
Another foodstuff I can cross off the menu for life.
Hey, you okay?
Why?
Well, you were awfully quiet on the car ride over here
and you just don't seem your normal, chipper self
at a bloody, gruesome crime scene.
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm, um...
It's just home stuff.
Well, I know from home stuff.
I live with a guy
who's inspecting a severed spine.
This is fascinating.
These appear to be bite marks.
See how the flesh is ripped
and jagged markings.
Canine or even ursine, but human.
You're suggesting that someone chewed his spine out?
Yes. But with a jaw strength.
Well in excess of that of a normal human being.
Great, well, maybe we're looking for Dracula.
Finally, son, you're opening your mind
to new possibilities.
But, no...
There are no vampires, sadly.
But it'll be something exciting, I'm sure.
We have another monster on the loose?
Uh, no, sir.
Walter says that the teeth marks are definitely human.
I can just about remember when a suspect being human
was a given, not an option.
Bob Dunn's girlfriend
said that he had a car, an Audi A-4.
It wasn't in the garage,
and we couldn't find it when we did a two-block sweep.
Local P.D. is on it.
Yeah, we could get lucky.
Maybe the killer took it.
And Dr. Bishop?
He's at the lab with both bodies,
doing autopsies.
Okay...
Well, let me know if you learn anything.
Is there something else?
This may sound impolitic, sir, but...
I was wondering
if you were satisfied with your divorce attorney.
I've heard you talking on the phone to your kids,
but never to your wife.
I was satisfied.
Except for the bill.
I was wondering if I might be able
to get the name and number.
It should be waiting in your inbox.
Thank you.
I hope things work out for your sister.
I pay attention too, Agent Dunham.
The C-1 cervical vertebrae
is connected to the C-2 cervical vertebrae.
C-2 cervical vertebrae is connected to the
- C-3 cervical verterbrae. - Look, Walter...
That's enough.
When you finally meet a nice girl,
I would avoid bringing her home
for as long as possible.
Walter, this is the lab work you requested on the victims.
Excellent.
It may help us understand why their spinal columns
have been completely drained of spinal fluid.
The killer took the victims'
- spinal fluid? - Hmm.
Why would they do that?
Where would the fun be if we already knew
all there is to know?
This is interesting.
Traces of treponema pallidum.
That's the syphilis bacteria.
On the victim's neck and back.
Most likely from the killer's saliva.
So the killer has syphilis.
- Seems so. - Great.
Should have worn gloves.
And what's even more fascinating...
This particular strain of syphilis is extinct.
Has been for decades.
Well, how could the killer be exposed to an extinct
strain of syphilis?
See, isn't this fun?
I appreciate the CDC's prompt response on this matter.
Of course. I ran an index search.
A sample of that particular strain of syphilis
was shipped out four weeks ago
to a Lubov Pharmaceuticals.
They have a local address on Brighton.
Well, thank you, but a phone call would have sufficed.
Actually, I'm not sure that it would have.
Because their address is on a residential area,
I took the liberty of running
the rest of Lubov's research requests
over the past few years.
This isn't the first contagion they've ordered from us.
In fact, there have been quite a few.
We need to show this to Broyles.
Any reputable scientist with the appropriate credentials
can procure samples of bacteria and viruses
for their research.
In addition to the extinct syphilis bacteria,
Lubov Pharmaceuticals also procured
a sample of a substance called RUD-390.
Which is...
A chemical compound
used in the construction of bioweapons.
You're suggesting whoever's behind these killings
may also be planning a biological attack?
Or has before.
RUD-390 was
one of the components of the rapid skin growth toxin
that killed Agent Kent.
You're saying this is Z.F.T.?
Z.F.T.?
What's that?
We believe Z.F.T. is a terrorist organization...
Responsible for a number of bio attacks
in the last year.
I see.
Why? What is their agenda?
That's what we wanna find out.
Assemble an assault squad.
- Move on Lubov. - Yes, sir.
Federal agents. You're under arrest.
Dr. Nicholas Boone.
Advanced degrees in hematology and biochemistry.
Founder of Lubov Pharmaceuticals,
a multinational biotech firm
whose corporate offices turn out to be in a split level...
In Brighton.
Now we know that there's a strain of syphilis
that you ordered was found on his spine.
Can't you see these?
They're human bite marks.
What is out there doing this?
What happened to these people?
How long have you been a follower of Z.F.T.?
That's right, Dr. Boone.
We know about Z.F.T.
What do you know?
Enough to know that they're using the world
as a testing ground for experiments.
We want to know more about David Robert Jones,
about who funds Z.F.T. and why.
We want to know what we're dealing with.
I don't have to spell it out for you, Dr. Boone.
You talk to us, give us information.
Help us with whatever's out there killing people.
It'll go better for you.
What is doing this?
What have you done?
- Someone was dosed. - With what?
Dosed with what?!
I know a lot about the things you want.
And more.
And I'll answer your questions.
But you have to help me first.
Help with what?
They have my wife.
I want you to get her back.
Z.F.T. has your wife?
Agent Dunham...
What counts with punishment
is the ability to know whom to hurt, and when.
You're telling me Z.F.T.'s coercing you...
To conduct these experiments
by threatening to harm your wife.
Why would they be punishing you?
Because when I realized what my work was being used for,
I tried to get out.
I'll tell you everything you want to know.
But first, you have to get my wife back.
Do you believe him?
I don't.
Boone's wife is a nurse.
I checked with her hospital,
and she hasn't been to work in three weeks.
Proves nothing.
I'm inclined to agree with Agent Francis.
Everything we know about these guys
Suggests that they're Zealots.
Why don't we go back in there;
ask them why the sudden change of heart?
We can't ask him a thing until we get his wife.
- Could be a trap. - Could be the truth.
I'm sorry, but since I've been working
in Fringe Division, 81 people have lost their lives.
And that's not including the 147 on Flight 627.
In my entire career,
only nine people have died on cases that I worked.
This is the closest that we've ever come
to getting traction and stopping these people.
Getting a handle on Z.F.T.,
Jones...
Or more.
This guy could be our chance.
What is it?
The address Boone gave us,
where he says they're holding his wife.
It's a restaurant... in Chinatown.
Doesn't exactly scream Z.F.T. hive of activity.
They've been tagged right at us.
Meaning?
They're burning five times more power a month
than they should making moo shoo pork.
They could be using the power for something else.
Maybe to facilitate a laboratory?
This could be our chance to get to Z.F.T.
Go, get 'em.
I'll get it teamed together.
Peter and Walter Bishop.
We're here to catalog the chemical evidence.
Walter Bishop, nice to meet you.
Hello. Um... Hello, please.
Uh, Bishop, Walter Bishop.
Walter, you don't have to shake everybody's hand.
He gets a little nervous around authority figures.
Oh, boy.
Look at that.
Benzyl alcohol.
Colorless liquid used as a bacteriostatic
in solutions for injection,
topically as a local anaesthetic.
Personally, I'd like to use it as a mouth wash.
What did this guy create?
From what I've seen so far, I am
forming a hypothesis.
Would you care to hear it?
Well, I don't know.
Would I ever be able to sleep at night again?
Well, that depends.
Depends on what?
On whether the light is on or not.
There's four exits.
Risk and Walken, you take the rear.
Taub and Brown, you take the side.
Dunham and I are gonna be in the front with the rest of you.
And remember, this is a hostile situation
in a contained environment.
So retrieving the hostage unharmed is our top priority.
- Yes, ma'am. - Dunham.
Greg wants full custody of Ella.
What?
Another process server
just came by.
Greg is claiming that I am an unfit parent.
That "the minor's mental and physical well-being would be
"best served under the...
"sole custody of the petitioner."
He can't be serious.
I won't let that happen, Liv.
I will run if I have to.
I will take her and I will disappear,
I swear to God.
Okay, Rachel, Rachel... Just calm down.
You're not running anywhere, and you're not gonna lose Ella.
He's just doing this to hurt me.
Okay, Rachel, listen to me.
Now, this is just one of those things
that you're gonna look back on
and you're gonna say, "I beat that too."
Do you hear me?
I hear you.
Okay. So, um, look,
let's talk when I get home.
I-I've got a...
I gotta go to a meeting.
Okay.
Ahem.
We got that meeting.
Freeze!
Stay where you are!
- F.B.I.! - Get your ass on the floor!
- Clear? - Clear.
Uhh! Uhh!
Huh?
Your wife isn't there.
I know that.
I need to talk to Agent Dunham.
Dunham.
I'm putting him on.
Agent Dunham.
What the hell's going on?
There's a room in the back. Can you see it?
Yeah, we checked. She's not there.
I know, but what I need is.
Okay, I'm here.
In front of you, you should see
a row of refrigeration units.
Third from the right.
Yeah, I see it.
Open it.
You know, I'm not gonna do a thing
until you tell me why we're here.
We're getting to that.
No, you tell me now.
Inside that cooling unit
you'll find a contagion,
five vials marked XT-43.
The person who's out there killing
has been dosed with this.
I need it to make an antidote.
You lied to me?
No.
Agent Dunham...
They didn't kidnap my wife.
They infected her.
That was my punishment for trying to leave Z.F.T.
It's she who's out there killing.
Valerie Boone.
Valerie Boone, you turn March into June.
- Alright. - Okay, that's enough.
You... You be on camera.
- I always do this. - No.
I have no interest in being on camera.
- Come on, you. - We'll both...
Are we both in? Okay, that's me.
- Hi! - Hello.
Us in the park!
You are so beautiful.
You are really warm.
You're burning up.
What-- What's wrong?
You're my kind of guy.
I'm sorry.
Dunham.
Charlie's running a background check on the body
he found on the Mustang.
Peter said that you had something I should see.
We found this at Boone's house.
You wanna pay specific attention to the date.
Ahh...
Whoever wore a lab coat and rubber gloves.
Valerie Boone.
Valerie Boone, you turn March into June.
Okay, that's enough. You-you be on camera.
- I have no-- - I always do this.
I have no interest in being on camera.
- Come on, you-- - Okay, we'll both...
All right.
- Hi. - Hello.
Us in the park!
Where is-- Okay.
Look out. Okay.
- Okay. - There, okay, that's it.
No, no, no! That's not it.
There he goes.
Oh, my God, you look like you ran in the trash can.
That video was taken three weeks ago,
Dr. Boone.
Can you explain to me why you are in a wheelchair today?
She needs to feed.
She can't control it.
I began to feed her my own spinal fluid.
The more I gave,
the more she craved, until...
I couldn't give anymore.
The contagion burns through her spinal fluid
faster than her body can replace it.
When she kills, it's simply to...
Refuel.
I tried to synthesize the antidote on my own,
watching her suffer the effects of being infected.
But I couldn't do it.
Not without a dose of the bacteria to work from.
For the rest of my life,
this chair will remind me of what I've done.
Why would Z.F.T. want you to create something like this?
To create a human nightmare.
The syphilis was just a platform.
Carrier for other attributes.
Attributes that changed her.
For what purpose?
For the same reason they asked me to...
create the skin growth toxin...
To show off.
To who?
Other scientists.
You mean nothing to them.
So how many vials were created?
Just the ones that I took?
I made six, now accounted for,
but I can't guarantee they won't pick up where I left off.
If they did figure out how to make it,
could they weaponize this bacteria?
You really don't know
who you're dealing with.
The answer for both of us is to let me make a cure.
Now that you've recovered the dose samples,
I can make it.
My offer still stands.
I'll tell you everything I know when you find her.
If the cure works, we both win.
Now I'll need access to a lab with a blood analyzer.
I'll also need a spectroscope and a centrifuge.
You might want to write this down.
That won't be a problem.
You really think it's a good idea
to let him have free reign
in Walter's believe-it-or-not emporium?
Oh, and this is something
my son Peter is working on.
I haven't got the faintest idea what it is.
Your centrifuge is 20 years old.
Oh, 25.
It's an oldie, but a goody.
I also have a cow.
And, just for the record,
one mad scientist is my limit.
I think that having him help Walter
is our best chance at saving lives.
- Dunham. - It's Charlie.
We found Bob Dunn's missing car.
Where?
Clear across town, in Mission Hill.
It's completely stripped.
Quarter panels, radio, everything.
- The GPS? - No, it's gone.
We got no way to track where he picked up Boone's wife.
Okay, thanks, Charlie.
Uh, good news, Peter.
Nicholas and I are in agreement
about this penicillin.
Yes, we need to purify the mould, then ferment it.
To the highest possible concentration.
Agent Farnsworth, we're going to need a rat.
Can you, uh, call me if something else turns up?
Okay, bye.
Great news. They made a breakthrough.
They're gonna fight the super syphilis
with super penicillin.
Syphilis was the platform.
If they can kill the syphilis, they can stop the contagion.
They did the same thing once against super pneumonia.
Right.
Well, Charlie just found Dunn's car,
stripped in Mission Hill.
Excellent. He check the GPS?
Stolen.
Well, everything stolen is not necessarily lost.
Meaning what?
Meaning if there's a car found stripped
in the Greater Boston area,
I can guarantee you my man Mako has his big toe in it.
Oh, you have a friend who runs a chop shop?
Yeah.
You make that sound so illegal.
Dunham.
Let's just say the GPS is here, allegedly.
But it's useless because it's been wiped for resale.
Hypothetically.
We're trying to track a killer, Mr. Mako.
Nah, it's just Mako. You know, like "Cher."
Theoretically, if the GPS is wiped,
then that would put you in a rough spot,
because you'd be hampering a federal investigation.
I'm trying to work with you here.
We need the GPS to find out where the victim was
the night of his killing.
But you stole his car from his home in Brookline.
I didn't steal his car from Brookline.
Where'd you steal it from?
If I tell you where we boosted that car,
can we just say that this conversation never happened?
Hypothetically?
Sure.
Route 18th, Weymouth.
By the water.
Fascinating.
105 degrees.
Then the rat's successfully infected.
This strain of syphilis raises the body temperature
well above normal.
The cure is nearly complete.
Once this penicillin concentrates,
we can test it on the rat.
Where did you study, Nicholas?
At the Curie Institute in Paris.
Kings College, Aberdeen, Scotland.
It's quite a fall.
It's an honor to have your intellect in my lab.
That's high praise.
Because I know very well who you are.
Well...
That makes one of us.
A little memory loss
is often kind to the soul.
That a figure of speech?
Or do you believe there is such a thing?
The soul.
There are days when I wish I did.
There are days when I wish I didn't.
I-I often wake up at night, frightened,
with the understanding that there are things
man shouldn't know.
That the scientific trespasses I've committed--
Will one day be judged.
Belly and I would often debate this very thing.
William Bell. You've heard of him?
Of course.
Founder of Massive Dynamic.
Richest man in the world.
We used to share a lab.
Quite a fall.
Hmm.
If indeed there is a soul,
we must consider then
that there is still time for redemption.
We're not being hauled off to be judged yet, Nicholas.
This must be where Mako boosted the car.
All the shattered glass.
So we're thinking what?
Boone's wife kills this guy,
steals his car, and then drives it out here?
Yeah.
But what was she doing here?
And where did she go?
You know what I hate worst than the cold?
What?
Not much.
Olivia...
Think I know why she came out here.
The camera, aspirin.
Okay. Ready.
Ahem.
We are about to inject the infected rat
with an antidote.
Should it prove effective,
it will no doubt work on humans as well.
Nicholas.
Now we wait.
Ah! Marvelous.
You can bring the bodies right this way, gentlemen.
We've been expecting you.
Right over here is fine.
May I offer you a peak freen?
A delicious vanilla wafer with raspberry center
and lemon cream.
He doesn't want a cookie, Walter.
Uh... Apparently, you're wrong.
That's two more bodies.
One we found in the forest in Weymouth.
The other on the street in Roxbury.
Where is she getting her victims?
You must have some idea where she'd go.
The person out there killing people
is not thinking like my wife.
Well, she wouldn't recognize me...
Let alone find comfort in places she knows.
This one's been drinking.
He smells like a brewery.
Hey, Peter, will you turn out the lights?
Seriously?
Oh! All right, Peter.
I ordered it on television.
It's an entry stamp.
He's got the same one.
It's a place called the Cavern.
Industrial area is really happening
in the underground club scene right now.
So she's going to the club to find these victims.
Look, I need more time to make the cure.
Please.
If you take her alive,
I know I can save her.
I'll see what I can do.
Dunham, FBI. Him too, he's with me.
Now you're my kind of guy.
What is that?
It's a hand-held thermal imaging radiometer.
It tells me if you're hot.
So...
So you're definitely hot.
But...
I'm looking for someone with syphilis.
Uh, okay.
I don't understand. Something's wrong.
Something's missing.
The rat's body has rejected the cure.
Perhaps a protein incompatibility.
No, it's not that.
I know what's wrong.
The contagion required cerebral spinal fluid...
as a catalyst.
And the cure must require some as well.
Bond the cure to the contagion.
Yes, and the only spinal fluid we know for a fact
is compatible... is my own.
Well, no, that's out of the question.
It's too dangerous.
If you lose more spinal fluid,
it could cause a brain haemorrhage.
No, I was very careful
to monitor the amount of fluid I removed.
Another 25 milliliters should be safe.
Walter... We can't.
We have no other choice!
Walter?
Prep the table, Agent Farnsworth.
Thank you.
Anything?
No, not yet.
I got her.
She's moving along the back walk.
Peter, I can't find her.
She was right there, but she's gone now.
Okay...
Um...
Alright, keep looking. I'm gonna check in with Charlie.
Hey, Charlie?
We had her, but we lost her.
You got the exit?
Nobody is leaving yet.
She's still in there with you, Liv.
You prepare the spinal fluid, Agent Farnsworth.
Come on up.
Here we go. Gently.
Okay, gently, gently, gently.
- Alright. - Yes, thanks.
Charlie...
Yeah, Charlie, I think she's headed to you.
What's she wearing?
Black dress...
and freakishly blue eyes.
On it.
Valerie Boone?
Are you Valerie Boone?
It's her. Take her down.
Alright, we got her.
- Clear the area. - You just shot that woman!
I just got off the phone
with Olivia.
Good news, Dr. Boone. They have her.
Oh, excellent!
Dr. Boone?
- Walter... - Hmm?
Get me a TPA injection.
You lied to me.
You let me take too much spinal fluid.
How far would you go
for someone you love?
Unh!
How's she doing?
She's going to be out for hours.
Where's the siren on this thing?
There.
Is that why you wanted to drive?
Everybody should get to do this at least once before they die.
That looks says more than just,
"I wish I hadn't have let him drive."
I was just thinking about Nicholas Boone
and what he did for his wife.
What he is doing.
Geez, that kind of love.
Greg asked Rachel for a divorce,
and now he's fighting her for custody.
You know, I never liked that guy.
You've never met Greg.
Yeah, but I met your sister.
So I know she deserves better.
And I thought you were a card-carrying cynic.
I am, world class.
But there's an argument to be made that beneath every cynic,
there is a frustrated romantic.
Agh!
Uhh!
Ohh!
Peter!
Peter, my tranq gun.
Uhh!
Thank you.
I think she liked you.
Good. Bring her in, strap her down.
Walter, what happened?
He had a stroke.
- Pulse is strong. - Yeah, so is she.
Agent Farnsworth, 30CCs of the antidote, please.
Peter.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Okay, now what?
Now, we wait.
Uhh!
Walter...
No! Let her!
Is she...
Seems to be working.
Agent Farnsworth...
Prepare a solution,
30 parts saline.
And some adrenaline
and perhaps a cup of coffee.
Walter.
Hmm?
He's gone.
Dr. Boone asked me to give this to you personally,
Agent Dunham.
What is it, Walter?
Agent Dunham,
if you're watching this,
I suspect I didn't make it.
But you and I had a bargain,
and, uh, you held up your end.
Now, I have made many mistakes in my life,
But... in the end, I should at least
be a man of my word.
And I promised you answers.
With any luck, you will use them
to rectify some of my misdeeds.
Now, in the time I worked with Z.F.T.,
I never dealt with anyone of significant rank
within the movement.
But I was able to gather some names.
Including some I suspect you've already heard of.
Dunham.
Hey.
Are you all right?
Yeah.
Uh, Nicholas Boone talked.
He told us everything he knew about Z.F.T.
Did he mention David Robert Jones?
No, he said he'd never heard of him.
But he did mention another name that we've heard before.
According to Boone,
the man who's funding Z.F.T...
is William Bell.
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