Previously on fringe...
Olivia Dunham, FBI.
These two men are consultants--
Peter Bishop and Dr. Walter Bishop.
You are looking through a window into another world.
An alternate Universe just like ours.
And in each of them, there is a version of us.
Agent Dunham. Agent Lee.
Whatever's happening between the two Universes,
whatever our fate is, I'm right at the center of it.
I love you.
I was never good at letting you go.
This time you have to.
I understand what the machine does.
Our two worlds are inextricable.
If one side dies, we all die.
So I've torn holes in both the Universes,
and they lead here.
A bridge so that we can begin to work together to fix--
They don't remember Peter.
How could they? He never exited.
He served his purpose.
This isn't gonna work,
this truce, because you're not trustworthy.
I mean, simple things
like principles, honor, honesty--
all fundamental requirements in an accord.
If you can't trust the people you're dealing with, what then?
You know, maybe I'm not the problem.
Maybe it's you.
Maybe you are just incapable of trust.
Interesting.
Coming from the person who kidnapped me
and stole my life.
You know, being you and living your life
only made me more homesick
for my Universe.
Must be hard to develop trust in people
when all you've got is yourself.
Must get terribly lonely.
Just because you walked in my shoes
don't you think for a moment that you know me.
Yeah.
Keep telling yourself that.
Happy reading.
I'm sure you'll find a lot of the cases familiar
since you and your people were responsible.
Huh. Funny.
I was just gonna say the same thing to you.
Just prep that dozen.
♪ ♪
I got some in the walk-in. I can check.
I received your message.
Then you know we have a problem.
It is impossible.
The timeline has been rewritten.
He was erased.
And yet traces of him
continue to bleed through.
It is, as it has always been,
our responsibility to insure events play out,
as they were intended,
before your intervention.
This started with you.
It must be you who ends it.
You okay with that grill?
Yeah, it's good.
Give it a few more minutes.
They can never know the boy lived to be a man.
I will take care of it.
♪ Fringe 4x01 ♪ Neither Here Nor There Original Air Date on September 23, 2011
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I'm ready.
Toaster was acting up.
What?
Then don't eat toast.
You ever heard of cereal?
Lincoln!
Oh, she got me!
Lincoln, why don't you like toast?
I like toast.
But, you see, toast takes time.
And if too much time goes by,
then we don't catch any bad guys,
and if we don't catch the bad guys,
there might not be any toast.
So it's your dad who must not like toast.
Want to see a frog?
Jonathan! If I have to tell you
one more time to pick up that backpack
and get going... - The toaster was late.
I'm a victim in this.
Oh, my God.
- Hi, Lincoln. - Jules.
All right, come on. Let's go.
Did you eat?
I did. Early.
Like Robert was supposed to.
You know, they did a study on sarcastic people
and they get more illnesses in their lifetime.
Is that right?
It had something to do with negative energy.
Bye, Dad.
- Love you. - Love you.
Bye, Lincoln.
You ever wonder where you'd be without me?
Put your pants on.
Don't worry. We're not gonna be late.
Don't move.
Robert, he's down.
Robert!
Hey.
Unh!
Robert.
- Olivia Dunham. - Come with me.
Go ahead.
Dr. Bishop, it's me.
I'm at the--
Ow! Gah!
Where's the victim's partner?
That's him there.
That's Agent Lee.
Great. Thank you.
Agent Lee...
Olivia Dunham.
He used to know her.
Yes.
Before things changed.
I understand that you and your partner
were in pursuit of a suspect.
We were tracking the sale of some illegal weapons.
I was hoping to ask you some questions
about what you saw.
Sure. Who are you?
I'm from a special division.
I'm not at liberty to disclose anymore than that.
So the person who attacked your partner,
can you describe him?
When I first got there, he was kneeling over Robert.
I couldn't tell what he was doing, but his skin was...
Translucent.
It's like what you see on Robert's face,
but more of it.
And when he was kneeling over Agent Danzig,
did you see anything in his hands
like a device or anything that could have done this?
No, I didn't see anything.
I've requested a field office M.E.
He's on the way. He's good.
He's thorough.
Thank you, but we're going to take the remains
back to our facility.
Wait a minute.
You're telling--
that's my partner.
I understand how you feel.
You're some division coming in here and taking over?
You won't even tell me who you are?
I can assure you that this case will take--
Have you seen the suspect before?
Do you know who he is?
I'm not at liberty to discuss this.
This is my partner we're talking about here.
Maybe you can't understand that.
I'd like to talk to someone else.
There is no one else. There is just me.
I am sorry for your loss.
Maybe it's the air.
Have you checked the temperature?
It is exactly the same as it always is, Walter--
72 degrees and 10% humidity.
Maybe the barometric pressure.
You can't tell me there's not something different in here.
This whole place has felt funny for the last week.
Walter, it's been a week since we agreed
to work with the other side.
And that's another thing.
That man cannot be trusted.
I don't care what he says.
I have looked into his eyes.
Into his soul.
And who would know him better than me?
Don't forget, Walter.
He has plenty of reasons to hate you too.
I know you're not happy about this,
but we're supposed to be going through these case files.
Fine.
I'll help you with the case files as soon as I'm done here,
but don't expect me to like it.
♪ ♪
All I'm saying, and I've been very consistent about this,
is that there has to be another way.
The thing about playing devil's advocate,
my dear, is that your client
is the devil himself.
Walter, we're fixing the world.
What other choice do we have?
Thank God that machine didn't blow everybody up.
You know, it could have.
Excuse me.
Here. Hold this.
- I'm looking-- - Shh. Shh. Shh.
Three, two, one.
Walter...
You brought it back to life.
No, no, no. It's still quite dead.
It's wonderful, isn't it?
Who are you people?
What the hell are you doing here?
Huh.
There's still a few kinks to work out,
but it's a start.
Tapping into traffic camera feeds without a warrant.
You and whoever helped you with this
is in a lot of trouble.
You are not a part of this investigation.
You need to leave.
I have spent the last two hours going building to building.
I am not leaving here without some answers.
What division are you in?
What are we dealing with here?
Hello?
I'll just give your division head a call.
I see.
It's good to know we have reception.
See, I have a friend at The New York Times
would love to know
that there is a division of the FBI
operating out of Harvard
with a man who can make dead birds fly.
It's for you. It's Broyles.
If you really want a story,
you should look under the dome.
I'm growing an ear.
There's another body. Let's go.
- I'm coming with you. - You keep going like this,
and you're gonna talk yourself out of the bureau.
I was at the first crime scene.
Maybe I saw something that I haven't told you yet.
Maybe that's why I came here.
Okay, come. You can get fired later.
Hey, Walter, where's the--
Here. I fixed the squelching.
- It should be fine now. - Thank you.
So what do we have?
One female, approximately 30 years old.
Any witnesses?
There were some people in the street over there.
Some kids.
Did anyone see what happened after the crash?
No.
But we should have some background on her by now.
Okay.
Walter. Walter, are you there?
♪ ♪
Walter, hello?
Walter.
Walter, can you hear me?
I'm here.
The microwave was causing a disturbance.
I can hear you perfectly.
You're as clear as a bell.
How's the squelching?
It sounds great.
I'd like to see the body.
Chop, chop.
Don't let that ham-fist touch her.
If you don't mind holding off for a moment,
I'd just like to do a preliminary.
Burn mark like the other victims.
Pupils are dilated.
That looks like a hematoma on the right clavicle.
Yeah, and her right jaw.
Rigidity indicates premature rigor mortis.
I need to check her anus.
Have that large lady there
help you lift her.
I'm going to--I'm going to need to check her anus.
Okay.
Thank you.
♪ ♪
So what do we know about her?
Her name was Nadine Park.
She was a commuter.
She parked her car at the train station,
which is about four blocks from here
at 10:45 this morning.
She was still behind the wheel,
so maybe he was waiting for her in the back seat.
He wanted to attack her when there was no one else around.
She struggled for a bit and then hit the lamppost.
They all said they didn't see anything?
That's right.
One of these things is not like the other.
Hi. I'm Agent Dunham.
Hi.
What's your name?
Olivia.
How do you like that?
That's my name too.
Did you see the crash?
I heard it.
Did you see anything after the crash?
'Cause your friends said
that they were out in the field
but that you were here on the street.
So I was kind of hoping
that maybe you saw something they didn't.
I don't want to get in trouble.
Okay, you're not gonna get into trouble, I promise.
I was talking to my boyfriend.
I came out to the street to get reception.
What did you see?
Now we have a picture.
Nice catch.
Thanks.
Imagine what I could do with more information.
Freaky see-through killer,
two apparently unrelated murders.
It's not just two.
Agent Lee,
I'm Agent Phillip Broyles.
What are these?
The first one raises your clearance.
The second you're acknowledging you'll be prosecuted
if you speak about what we're seeing here.
The first attacks were three days ago.
All we know is their hearts stopped.
All of these in three days?
We don't know what happened to them,
what he does to affect their skin this way,
and what the hell he's getting out of this.
We assume there must be some common link
between the victims, but we can't find it.
Different ages, races, blood types,
some had high cholesterol, some didn't.
Cholesterol levels?
We're looking for anything.
Robert had Crohn's disease.
He took iron pills.
We were partners for five years.
He was like family.
Something I never thought I'd find.
He believed that everything happened for a reason.
I'm having a hard time believing that there's a reason
for this.
Mister, I think I found what you're looking for.
An electron gun from a '58 color RCA.
I had to take apart the cathode ray tube
to get to it, so I'm gonna have to charge you
full-price for the TV.
Yes.
I will take this as well.
Mind my asking what you need all this stuff for?
I need to erase someone from time.
Just there is great, guys. Thank you.
Hey. Have you seen Walter?
I can't find him.
I went out to get him a sandwich,
and when I got back, he was gone.
Where would he go?
He's afraid to leave the lab.
Then maybe he locked himself
in the bathroom again?
- I'll check Gene's stall. - Okay.
Walter!
Is it safe to come out?
Is he gone?
Who?
The man!
Is he gone?
I don't know. I think it's just me
and Agents Dunham and--
Oh...
There was-- there was a man in the mirror.
And when I turned around,
he wasn't there. I saw him.
Walter.
Listen, Astrid,
there is a man in the mirror.
If you're talking about Agent Lee,
you met him earlier.
Not him!
There was another man.
He was here, and then he was gone.
I saw him!
Walter, Walter, it's okay.
Look, whatever it was,
we're all here now,
and you're okay.
You're okay.
Walter, look at you.
You're soaking wet.
We got to get you out of those clothes.
Is he all right?
Well, that depends on your definition of "all right".
He's functional.
Except when he's not.
But he is often quite brilliant.
He just never had anything to tether him to the world.
That is sad.
What is?
Engagement ring.
I don't think there's anything sadder
than when two people are meant to be together
and something intervenes.
Hey, Walter, it's okay.
It's okay. It's just your test results.
Question, dear. That man?
Agent Lee.
I believe it was your idea, Agent Lee,
to test each of the victims for iron-related diseases,
that they may share that in common.
Very clever.
Wrong, but clever.
Well, it was just a long shot.
And yet, interestingly,
they do all suffer from a variety
of health problems--
gout, hair loss, kidney diseases,
which, in themselves, have something in common.
I'm not wearing pants.
I'm on it.
Which is what, Walter?
They're all caused by some form
of heavy metal poisoning.
Lead, Zinc, Mercury.
Thank you, dear.
And what could that possibly mean?
I don't know, but, with 30-odd victims,
it's unlikely that it's a coincidence.
And something else--
the levels of metal in their bodies
have returned to normal.
It's as if their blood has been cleaned.
So, what, you're saying
he's taking particles from their blood?
Why? For what possible reason?
I don't have enough information to form a hypothesis yet.
But it would seem he needs a lot of it.
If Walter's right
and we assume that he is selecting
these victims on purpose, then the question is,
how is he identifying them?
In this case, tissue's soft.
No induration.
Fat to lean muscle ratio-- ideal, about 20%.
Is that relevant?
To this case? Not at all.
It just means that she will make
a lovely specimen.
Finding healthy tissue
for experimentation's harder than you might imagine.
You mean you aren't returning these people
to their families? We can't do that.
Why not?
Because we can't disclose how they were killed.
The families are informed that they have gone missing,
that we will continue to look for them--
you mean you lie to them.
Look, I'm sorry, but--
You understand what you're saying?
Those families are going to spend the rest of their lives
wondering what happened to their loved ones,
looking for answers.
Can you imagine what that would be like?
To have that... that hole in your life.
People die.
It happens.
Sometimes they even die twice.
The reason we can't return the bodies
is because that would mean we would have
to file documentation,
which would draw attention to Fringe Division.
And we cannot have that.
It may not be a good enough answer, but it is the truth.
Listen to this.
One of the victims' credit cards
just registered a charge.
Dead people do not use their credit cards.
Of course they do.
Certainly.
So you think it's the translucent man?
- Mm-hmm. - Can you track it?
Never mind.
It's a false alarm. It's a commuter pass
being auto-renewed as a monthly charge.
The killer picked up his last victim
in the commuter rail parking lot.
We were wrong.
Pattern's not random at all.
Four kill zones, all centered
around the commuter rail stations.
Astrid, call Broyles.
Lee, you come with me.
Tell him to get that photograph out
to all the station police, and also we're gonna need
another three teams of agents to watch the stations.
Where are we going?
Team one, nothing to report.
Team two, all quiet here too.
Team three, same.
No sign of the suspect.
Just so you know,
I know what it's like.
I lost a partner too.
About three years ago.
There was an event on a plane.
And at first we thought it was terrorism.
During the investigations, my partner was injured.
What happened to him was horrific
and unexplainable.
It affected his skin.
Like your partner, but different.
And Walter Bishop was in a mental institution
at the time.
I checked him out, so that he could help catch
whoever did this and...
and save my partner's life.
But even Walter couldn't save him.
This is Roach. We've got him.
Grove Hall Station.
He's headed for the industrial line,
back by the chemical lab.
I lost him.
- I lost him. - There.
He's running toward the warehouse,
through the rail lines.
Copy. We're almost there.
What if he goes out the other side?
You take the near side--
Frazier!
Frazier's down. Aagh!
He's been shot.
He's gonna bleed out if we don't get him help.
All right, go. Check the warehouse.
If he's still here, you don't let him get away.
I got this.
Don't move.
Drop it.
Drop--
Hey.
It took-- it's okay.
You're okay.
An ambulance is on the way.
It took my gun.
It's okay. It's all over.
There's more than one.
Unh!
Who are these...Things?
What were they looking for?
I think the better question is, what are they?
Anything?
Nothing that I can make sense of.
It's all too badly burned.
The spy who came in from the cold.
We used to have the book at St. Claire's.
The mental hospital where I lived for--
17 years.
What about the book, Walter?
We used to read it every Wednesday.
This reminds me of the book.
A spy burning his things, covering his tracks.
Agent Lee.
Did you happen to bring any candy?
Gumdrops perhaps?
Candy? Um, no.
That's a pity.
Astrid, where are the scalpels?
Long drive.
Hope the bureau's not gonna give you a hard time
about putting miles on their car.
I wanted to thank you
for releasing Robert's body.
I know you must have pulled some...
Significant strings.
Why would you do that for me?
I know you haven't found the answers
you were looking for yet,
but I hope that it brings
a kind of closure,
a closure that he deserves.
Because of what he meant to you.
Thank you.
Well... have a look at this.
Does this remind you of anything?
A biological-mechanical hybrid.
These are different.
They're human.
And for whatever reason,
they don't work.
Walter, are you suggesting
that these are-- - I told you.
I told you that man couldn't be trusted.
What is he talking about?
Walter, don't jump to conclusions.
We don't know that for sure.
All I do know is that this tech
isn't from here.
Not from here?
You mean like China?
No.
Not China.
Sergeant,
I need an I.D.
for Agent Lincoln Lee.
Yes, ma'am.
Place your hand right here, please, sir.
Badge number.
BMP122298.
Blood type.
Uh, B-Positive.
Are you currently on any medications?
No.
Do you have a history of mental illness?
This is getting oddly personal.
- But no. - Thank you, sir.
Thank you.
Just wait.
Initiate scan.
What is this?
Please remain still.
What you said before...
I know what it's like to have a hole in my life.
It's been there as long as I can remember.
I told you about the incident on the plane.
After that, Broyles asked us to join Fringe Division,
and somehow I knew that this is where I would find...
What?
My answers.
What's beyond the door?
Well, sometimes answers lead to more questions.
Heh.
I hear you got something to show me.
What is it?
It was powering a new form of shapeshifters.
Shapeshifters?
Human shapeshifters.
The ones we've encountered before answered to Walternate.
You were wondering why I don't trust you.
I'll look into it.
- Night, Dr. Bishop. - Night, Tommy.
It's Tim, sir.
Good night, Timmy.
Look how easy it is.
I'm just gonna put it in the center like this, okay,
and slide it all the way through.
I'll put the platform on here.
I'll put the top on.
And, as you can see...
Anybody can do this.
I'll put it in my machine and...
Set it and forget it!
18 minutes a pound for a pork loin roast--
Oh! Aah!
I saw him again.
The man.
I saw him. He was in the TV.
It was the man from the mirror.
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