Previously, on Fringe...
I want what you want.
What do you think we should do about that?
The laws of physics are being disrupted here.
Like the other universe,
our world is starting to come apart at the seams.
Am I responsible for this?
- You don't know that to be true. - Unfortunately, I do.
What happens to the body's energy after death.
William theorized we should be able
to capture that energy using what he called
"soul magnets."
He said if he were right,
he would contact me from the great beyond.
The last will and testament of William Bell.
Nina, a memento of me.
I didn't realize until later.
I woke up, and there she was in my bed.
Yoko.
What did he say?
It was the '70s. What could he say?
This is wonderful, Kevin.
You getting to sit here all night,
looking at these monitors.
What a magnificent job.
CEO of Massive Dynamic is not a bad gig either.
Must be nice, all that power.
It was Belly's intellect made the company great.
All I've managed to do with its vast resources
is to create a new flavor of cupcake frosting.
Bacon-berry.
Well, not for nothing,
but I've worked for Mr. Bell for a long time,
and you're the best boss I've ever had.
Look at them,
moving through the halls.
There's a rhythm to it.
A cadence.
Each monitor is its own movement.
All blending together in a beautiful symphony.
What's in that room there?
No one ever goes in there.
You know what that is, don't you?
That's William Bell's office.
Walter, what are you doing?
I have spent the last two hours in Belly's old office.
I found the most amazing things.
Animal ESP, morality detector,
viral dreaming, powdered water,
some of our best ideas.
Walter, why are you going through
William's old research files?
You know as well as I do
that our universes are on a collision path.
I have to protect our world.
If Belly were here, he wouldn't let everyone down.
Walter, you're not letting anyone down.
William would have worked out
what the machine does and how it relates to Peter.
And to make matters worse,
for the first time since we've been reunited,
Peter is truly happy.
- Oh? How so? - Peter and Olivia.
I thought you knew.
They're a couple now.
- Wow, well, that's wonderful. - Yes, it is.
And his happiness is a constant reminder
of the price of my failure,
of what will be lost if I don't succeed.
And I sat there, and... Looking at these,
feeling depressed, missing my old friend,
wondering if I could succeed without him,
thinking how good we were together.
But then I remembered how good we were together.
And then I realized
that maybe these contained a solution.
Maybe if I went through these files,
every detail, every thought pattern,
then maybe I could remember how to think
the way I used to,
the way we used to
back when there were no limitations,
back when anything was possible.
Come on, come on! Let's go!
Hey!
- Koenig! - Come on!
Let me see your hands!
Oh, my God.
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Trial seven.
March fiftth.
Initial testing on the memory discs
I retrieved from the shape-shifters
revealed no information.
However, the daisy-chain wiring pattern
seems to have activated them,
somehow revealing tons of previously undetected data.
Unfortunately, I have absolutely no idea
how the hell to read it.
Hey.
I thought you were gonna sleep in.
I thought you were gonna let me sleep in.
Well, I woke up early and it's actually warm outside.
And there's this great street fair on Memorial Drive.
- You like a street fair? - I love a good street fair.
And you're not so bad yourself.
So I figured because you're on the way...
Actually, I'm not home right now.
Oh.
Yeah, I got up early and went to the gym.
Oh, well, I wouldn't want to interrupt your workout.
No, no, I'm almost done.
Just let me shower up, and I'll meet you in fifteen.
Perfect. I'll swing by the house.
Bye.
Please say a command.
Read text.
I need you and the Bishops.
It's magical.
"They glanced up
"and saw Icarus float through the sky,
"and taking him for a God,
they stood still in wonder."
Icarus had wings.
We have no idea what's keeping him up there.
He was shot by a security guard early this morning.
The guard said he found two of them
coming down from the roof.
There's no alarm on the upper windows.
Apparently they used their ability
to get up there.
What a marvelous way to pilfer.
So the other one got away?
Ooh.
This man is dead.
Assuming he is a man.
I thought I saw him reach for a gun so I shot him,
and then he just floated away.
Okay, so the other one, the one who got away,
this is what he looked like?
Yeah, but his hair was longer.
Any idea what they were after?
We've been through most of the precious metals already,
the gold, the platinum.
Doesn't look like anything was taken.
I mean, they went to a lot of trouble to get in here.
So they must have been after something.
Agent Broyles.
We found a key card on the dead man.
This used in the building?
No, we're still old-fashioned bolt and key.
Contact the manufacturer.
Let's find out what door it unlocks.
Agent Dunham.
You got something?
We know what the thieves took.
Well...
I think I know how they achieved counterbalance.
The boots are weighted.
Hold still, you infernal creature.
So still thinking he's not human, Walter?
Mustn't rule anything out.
Huh, that's odd.
Those calf muscles are extremely atrophied.
You don't utilize muscles when you float.
Astronauts in space lose 5% of their body mass a week.
Of course, deterioration like this,
he would have had to be weightless for some time.
But the chest and shoulders are all perfectly normal.
Wouldn't that affect the entire body?
Yes.
Hey, do you guys know anything about osmium?
Uh, it's a metal, durable.
Used in electrical contacts and fountain pen nibs. Why?
Well, the warehouse is missing a substantial quantity.
So I think maybe that's what our thieves were after.
Well, that's weird though bec...
Because osmium is extremely rare,
but isn't all that valuable.
No, but it's ironic.
Osmium is twice as dense as lead.
It's the heaviest element on earth.
It's like using balloons to steal bowling balls.
That would require
that the cockpit be resistant to radiation
- at higher altitudes, no? - Mm-hmm.
So why don't we try to blend it
with a slightly denser compound?
Do you have anything in mind?
Dr. Krick?
I'm sorry, Scotty. Give me a minute, will you?
- What are you doing here? - Koenig is dead.
There was a guard. He shot him.
His body?
I left it. I had to.
What do we do?
Go home. I'll figure something out.
There's something else.
I've been nauseous.
And my head is killing me.
I didn't feel like this the last time.
Did you get what I asked for?
Not here, not here.
Go to the lab.
Wait for me there.
- Is everything okay? - Yeah, everything's fine.
What exactly am I looking for here, Walter?
Anything related to gravity.
I think I remember
seeing a file on floaters in there.
Of course it could have been from the period
when Belly was in search of the perfect bowel movement.
- Charming. - Everybody poops, dear.
- Personal floatation devices? - Read that one to me.
"The balloon is to be swallowed and then inflated with helium
via a tube inserted into the subject's..."
Yes, we never really did solve that design issue.
I suspect that's why we didn't get many volunteers.
And no helium in the blood works
and no indication of anything gaseous,
hydrogen, methane.
Now this is interesting.
His white blood cell count is low.
He's got a weakened immune system.
Perhaps what's making him float
is attacking his body's defenses.
Well, whatever it is,
I think the effects are wearing off.
Hey.
Any news on the second subject?
- So far he is not in the system. - What'd you find?
Well, the key card that we found on the balloon man,
the manufacturer traced it to a warehouse in Allston.
Perfect. Let's take a ride.
Hmm.
- What's up? - Nothing.
When your mother and I were courting,
we used to take long walks in the park.
But I can see for your generation
that a drive to a warehouse would be just as enchanting.
Right.
Call us if you learn anything.
What's happening to me?
Oh, no.
I don't understand.
You said if I got more of that stuff
that it would be permanent.
Yes, I'm working on that.
Then why am I getting sick?
You can't defy gravity without consequences.
That's the problem.
You're a pioneer.
Men like you,
your participation in this experiment
will help me discover a way
to eliminate the side effects.
I believe we may be just about there.
Doesn't make any sense.
There's nothing here that would alter body density.
- 2:35, Astrid! - Walter, I'm right here.
Pick him up and put him on a table.
Body has dropped three feet
in the last half hour.
Like a dying balloon.
You ever seen a balloon lose its buoyancy so inconsistently?
No, no, no, no. Something is eluding me.
Walter, I can't...
I don't expect you to solve it, dear.
It's a very difficult problem.
No, I mean...
I mean him. He's too heavy.
Dear God.
He weighs a ton.
What...
What is it?
Take another sample of his blood.
Run a test for osmium.
Well, you think that...
Why would that make him float?
It can't, of course.
That's what's troubling me.
Your turn now.
- Okay, I got one. - Okay.
You know when we're watching TV
and you start to rub my back,
and you're not really paying attention
'cause you're kind of distracted?
Yeah.
And you turn your hand in a circle
just over and over and over and...
I wouldn't say that's exactly how it is,
but yes, I know what you're talking about.
It's kinda like you're burrowing through the muscle
right into the bone.
Okay, I think I get the point.
Okay.
- I don't like it. - Really?
I had no idea.
All right, no more burrowing.
See, I love this full disclosure.
Why didn't we make this agreement earlier?
Well, it's supposed to be about
how we feel about each other but...
No, it's about everything.
Why? You holding out on me?
No, no, no, I'm just clarifying.
It's about trust.
So it's a great game if two people are playing.
Uh, Doyle Street. Just turn left here.
Looks like we found the second thief.
Yeah, and I think there's a third.
Unless he did that to himself.
These bodies were dissected,
but that's not what killed them.
It was the high concentration of osmium in their blood.
They all have toxic levels.
What kind of exposure would lead to that?
Injection via syringe.
But then why cut up the bodies?
Tissue samples, I suspect.
Looks like an attempt at an autopsy.
So how could injecting someone
with the world's heaviest element make them float?
It shouldn't have.
It runs contrary to the laws of nature.
- So how's that possible? - I don't know.
Do I look like I have answers?
I have a few.
There are eight wheelchairs in total.
One of the unis found them.
We I.D.ed a few of the bodies.
Those men suffered from muscular dystrophy.
They'd been handicapped for years.
Of course.
A variation that primarily affects leg muscles.
Simple.
That's why their chests and arms were healthy.
The weightlessness didn't cause the atrophy.
The disease did. How could I have missed that?
So why target these people?
Does it have something to do with the disease?
Well, they'd be eager volunteers.
They were confined to wheelchairs for years.
How could they pass up an opportunity to fly?
That's a deal with the devil nobody would pass up.
Oh! Stu!
- Michael, Michael, heads up. - Nice.
- Go! - Oh!
- Go, Michael. - Go, go, go, go, go.
Yes!
Time, Ref, time.
- Let's go. - Bring it in, guys.
That was a hell of a play you made.
I'm impressed.
These newbies don't know how to play defense.
- Is that right? - Yeah.
No "d"? No "d."
- Michael. - Yeah.
Go get 'em.
Hey.
Tough sport, huh?
Brutal.
Quite a rush.
Why aren't you out there?
Never been healthy enough to play.
But you wish you could though, don't you?
I wish a lot of things.
But I stopped believing in leprechauns and miracles
a long time ago.
What if I told you I could give you a miracle?
What is it?
Osmium.
From the dead men's blood in solid form.
I had the morgue send me over the corpses' blood
so I could isolate it.
Speaking of which,
perhaps you could dispose of the excess.
I went to Quantico for this?
So all the victims had different doctors?
And different insurance carriers.
They must have something in common
outside their disease,
something that makes them easy targets
for whoever it is that's doing this.
You want to get a pizza?
I don't think Regina's delivers this late.
No, it doesn't.
I was thinking maybe we could go get it.
You look like you could use a break,
and I definitely could.
We'll take the files in the car. Come on.
- I gotta eat, right? - Excellent.
Hey, guys, we're going on a pizza run.
You want anything?
Mmm, just some licorice.
I'll get you some from the machine, Walter.
And no thanks, I think I just lost my appetite.
Fair enough. We'll see you in a bit.
This smiling is kinda freaking me out, right?
Oh, don't look now.
Hello, Nina.
What you doing here?
Oh, I just came by to drop off a file
that Peter requested from Massive Dynamic.
But please, do not let go
of a beautiful woman's hand on my account.
Walter told you, didn't he?
Yes, and he's very pleased,
as am I.
So what's the file about?
I'm just doing some research on shape-shifters.
Oh, I didn't realize. Anything in particular?
No, just background.
It's Broyles. I'll be right back.
Dunham.
I must say, I think you have made
a very wise decision to go forward.
You deserve to be happy. Both of you.
No, no, no, this is simply not possible!
Well, I got more bad news.
They're out of licorice.
But I got you some mints.
Whoever enabled these people to float
is altering the basic properties of osmium,
making the heaviest element lighter than air.
He's defied physics.
Our entire universe
exists in a delicate state of equilibrium, hmm?
And we know what happens if that balance is upset.
It could cause a chain reaction.
He's messing with the fundamental constants of our world!
It could lead to chaos.
Ahh!
Walter!
I don't imagine you're preparing for a science fair.
- I'll get a mop. - No, I'll get a mop.
Good to see you, Astrid.
Walter, what is it?
I need Belly. I need his help.
I can't do this alone.
This case, Peter... I'm failing, Nina.
Walter...
I know he's dead, I know that.
But maybe we can bring him back.
Look, one of his research projects.
He posits here that a person's soul
or consciousness
continues to live on after death.
And all it needs is a vessel or a host to return to.
Yes, I remember.
It was one of William's more extreme flights of fancy.
All he'd need to do was to prepare someone
by inserting a microscopic soul magnet inside them.
And he proposes using injections, food,
- or a cup of tea... - Walter...
What if he did it? What if he's done it?
What if he's done it, Nina? What if he's done it?
Then all we have to do is to figure out
how to trigger the magnets to summon the soul
back into the host,
and he'll be back here with us.
He cut out parts of my brain, Nina.
I don't think I'm capable.
Walter, it was never your intellect
that made you exceptional.
You're brilliant, of course.
But it was your imagination,
your boundless creativity.
Yes, you're not quite whole, Walter.
But the best parts of you remain.
So focus on that.
What if I fail?
You won't fail, Walter.
How can you be so sure?
Because you can't.
All right, just like that.
There. All done.
- That's it? - Yeah.
I don't feel anything.
Are you su...
Oh, my God!
Good. You're standing.
Now walk.
Go on. You can do it.
I can walk.
You can do much more than that, Vince.
Oh, my God!
- This is amazing! - Easy, easy, easy.
Oh... Okay.
You'll have plenty of time for that later.
Okay... Okay.
What are you, about a size 12?
- Yeah, why? - Here.
These'll keep you grounded.
It's very important that you wear these
when you're outside.
Without a tether, you'll just keep floating up
into the atmosphere.
I don't know how to thank you.
You don't have to.
I just wish I had enough to make it permanent.
Unfortunately, that was the last of my treatments.
I don't have the stuff I need to make another batch.
How do we get more?
Nina was right. I just had to get creative.
Walter, how is liquid nitrogen melting metal?
Whoever's doing this has reversed the laws of physics.
Up is down. Left is right.
And hot is cold.
So cold temperatures will melt the element instead of heat.
Correct, my dear.
What's that white stuff?
It appears... the osmium was mixed with another element.
A mystery element.
Call Peter and Olivia.
Tell them to come right over.
We have something to show them.
- Ready, Michael? - Right.
- Ohh... - Thank you.
And one...
Two.
You going somewhere, Dad?
Oh, I've got some work to do back at the office.
It's nearly midnight.
It's just this new project.
It is keeping me busy.
You push yourself too hard, Dad.
Yeah.
I'm close to something big, Michael.
A breakthrough that'll change everything.
Change lives.
But the answer is just out of my reach.
You'll get there, Dad.
I know you will.
You've never failed before.
You won't fail this time.
- Good night, kiddo. - Night, Dad.
- Michael. - Yeah.
See you in the morning.
Lutetium. It was mixed with the osmium.
Lutetium is dense, Walter.
Extremely dense, just like osmium.
Correct. Two shouldn't even be able to form a molecule,
let alone one that would make a human being float.
So Walter, is this other element as rare as the osmium?
- Yes. Very rare. - What are you thinking?
Well, if it's rare, then he's probably got a limited supply.
Meaning he's gonna have to get some more.
So Walter, whereabouts in Boston
would he be able to acquire lutetium?
It's mainly found in meteorites.
Do you think the perpetrator's from outer space?
Um, probably not.
Where do you think we could find it on Earth, Walter?
Well, he'd need several samples,
so somewhere where there's an abundance of meteorites.
The Museum of Science.
The Museum of Science has an excellent astronomy wing.
I'm gonna call Broyles.
Whoa-oa-oa!
BPD's sending a unit to sit on the museum.
Good. How's security?
According to the curator,
there's a night watchman on duty,
and all the wings are individually locked from the inside.
Seems pretty solid.
Not solid enough.
You sure you disabled the alarm?
I did exactly what you told me.
- The way we practiced. - Come on.
We don't have much time.
If we were being robbed, I'd know.
We got cameras on all the doors.
They didn't come in through the doors.
You almost done?
Almost.
Somebody's coming.
Well, hurry up!
Get that door open now!
Come on!
- Let's go! - Wait, you can't just leave me!
I need your help!
Stop!
Turn around.
Help me!
It's slipping.
I can't hold on!
Dad, nobody will tell me what is going on.
I hurt some people, Michael.
- What... - I was trying to help them.
I wanted to fix them.
They were in wheelchairs, like you.
I know I should have told you sooner.
Maybe if I had, it never would have come to this.
I did it for you, Michael.
When it was perfected, I was gonna give it to you.
Is that how you see me?
As something that you need to fix?
No, no.
No.
Of course not.
I just wanted you to be happy.
I was happy.
I went to bed at night
knowing I had a father who loved me.
Michael.
Daedalus crafted wings for his son Icarus
so he could fly away.
So that he could be free.
The wings he gave him wound up killing his son.
I suppose that makes me a lucky man then.
Other parents weren't so fortunate.
I need to know how you did it.
How did you defy the laws of physics?
I work in aeronautics.
A few months ago, I was contracted
to develop a new alloy for military aircraft...
A metal dense enough
to keep pilots safe from ground fire
but still allow for flight.
I wasn't having much success.
And then I combined two elements.
- Rare elements. - Osmium and lutetium.
And that's when it happened.
I'd combined two of the densest elements on earth,
and somehow the result was a new molecule...
A molecule lighter than air.
- And that's it? - It should never have worked.
It was an accident.
A miracle.
Oh. Walter.
- I know what made the men float. - Oh, yes.
I heard that an arrest had been made.
You found the man responsible, I take it.
There is a man in custody,
but Dr. Krick is not the man responsible.
I am.
Dr. Krick's serum should never have worked.
This man wasn't changing the fundamental laws of nature.
I think they were changing on their own.
I think he took advantage of it.
Don't you see, Nina?
Our universe is starting to break down
because of what I did twenty-five years ago.
What we've seen happening on the other side
is starting to happen here!
Well, you seem to be taking the news rather well.
Because I finally figured out how to stop it.
- Hey. - Hey.
Thanks for meeting me.
Is this why you asked me to meet you across campus
and not at the lab... So that we could make out
in front of college kids and not your dad?
No. Not exactly.
I haven't been entirely honest with you.
Oh?
Whatever's happening between the two universes,
whatever our fate is,
I'm right at the center of it.
Peter, I mean, we're all there for you.
We're all working together to figure this out.
Look, I know that you're all trying to help,
but it's not your face in that drawing.
- It's mine. - So what are you saying?
I've been working on something for a while now.
Something that I didn't want to tell anybody about
because, frankly, I can't trust the FBI,
and as much as I know Walter cares...
He's too protective.
I... I can't trust his judgment.
But I do trust yours.
But I don't want there to be any more secrets
between the two of us.
So full disclosure.
"Soul magnets."
Oh, Walter, I thought we already talked about this.
William is gone. You can't bring him back.
Maybe I can.
Belly's notes are incomplete,
but I think I was right about the trigger.
I think there is an instrument
that can draw Belly's consciousness
out of its new vessel.
- Walter, what are you doing? - And I think...
Belly would have left it with someone he trusted.
No. You can't be serious.
A person's consciousness...
Their soul is energy.
And energy cannot be created or destroyed.
No matter where Belly's consciousness is,
the harmonic vibrations emanating from this bell
will draw it forth from whatever vessel he chose before...
Walter, you're being...
Belly?
No, Walter. It's still me.
Mm. Of course.
Well...
- What now? - If I'm right...
Wherever Belly is...
He will find us.
It's everything we know about the machine,
every schematic, every piece of data,
every diagnostic.
Are these...
Memory disks from dead shape-shifters. Yeah.
Well, how did you get them?
They're still working.
The information on them's encrypted, though.
I thought maybe Astrid could figure it out,
but I didn't want to bring her into this.
I've run it through
every code-breaking program that I know,
but so far I can't break it.
That's because the decoder key is in my office.
What?
At the FBI?
No. At Massive Dynamic.
Hello, Peter.
It's nice to see you again.
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