The escalator is infested with nanites,
and the longer they're in the bloodstream,
the more sensitive they become.
Causing them to spontaneously combust.
Previously on Fringe...
Am I gonna die?
Jessica, I just want you to focus on me, okay?
Okay.
Walter, what just happened to me?
Cortexiphan has given you certain kinetic powers.
Jones!
I knew that Jones' plan was too ingenious,
that it had to have come from Bell.
He--he's alive, Nina.
I'll prove it to you.
Walter?
What are you folk doing here, really?
Walter, come on!
Oh, love!
I'm not sure I ever thought
I would see you again.
Hello, old friend.
The Bible tells us God created his universe
in seven days.
It's taken me considerably longer.
Beautiful.
Isn't it?
Well, I can't wait for you to see the real thing.
It's going to be magnificent.
As soon as I finish making it.
William, you can't do this. You can't.
It's done, Walter.
The final piece has been set into motion.
I couldn't stop it now if I wanted to.
And I don't.
As scientists, we're taught that fate
is nothing more than the convergence
of a set of probabilities
into one potential outcome,
that there's no such thing as divine intervention.
And yet I'd be lying if I said
that the circumstances that brought you here
to witness this with me, my trusted colleague,
my dearest friend,
didn't feel like the hand of God.
There was nothing divine about it.
I found you.
Yes, you did.
After all these years.
That's what I said.
Providence.
Hey, Walter.
Walter?
You've reached Astrid Farnsworth.
Please leave a message.
Astrid, it's Olivia.
Can you call me when you get this?
Whatever Walter was baking, it didn't turn out too hot.
You think maybe they went out for breakfast?
I don't know.
Speaking of breakfast, I put on a pot of coffee.
You want a cup?
Sure.
Here. Please, let me.
Yes, ma'am.
Do you want to talk about it?
Talk about what?
The Jedi mind trick you pulled on me back on the roof.
I can only attribute it to Cortexiphan.
But, Liv, suddenly you're able
to do things that you were never able to do before.
First, you saved Jessica, and now my shoulder.
Look, I don't know how I did it.
I just did.
Here you go.
Liv, when Walter gets back,
I'd like you to let him run some more tests.
You got it.
Dunham. Olivia, it's Jessica Holt.
Jessica?
Thank God you picked up.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't know who else to call.
It's okay.
Just calm down. Tell me what's wrong.
I think someone's following me.
Following you?
Ever since I left Harvard.
Ever since I met all of you.
Okay, where are you now, Jessica?
Um, I'm at home.
I sent Sarah to stay at her dad's flat.
All right, I want you to do me a favor.
I want you to lock all the doors and stay inside.
We're gonna be right there.
Okay.
Thank you, Olivia.
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Jessica?
Her purse.
Her phone and her wallet are still here.
Come here and take a look at this.
She mention anything else to you on the phone?
No, just that since she left us,
she felt like she'd been followed.
Liv?
You didn't put this woman's life in danger.
You're the one that saved her.
Sir?
I need you to meet me at Boston General.
Agent Farnsworth was just brought in with a gunshot wound.
Wait, what--when?
The only information I have
is that an anonymous call was placed to 911.
When the ambulance arrived, they found Agent Farnsworth.
Well, how is she?
She's out of surgery and reported
in stable condition.
Okay, and what about Walter?
You should bring him with you.
We aren't with him.
We thought that he was with Astrid.
Where is Walter?
Right now, we don't know.
Do you remember the last time you saw him?
At the warehouse.
We were looking for Bell.
Walter thinks he's still alive.
What warehouse?
By the waterfront.
Where I got shot.
You weren't found at the waterfront.
Well, somebody must have moved her.
And called 911.
Which means they didn't want you dead.
Do you know who shot you?
There was a crew of armed men.
And they probably took Walter.
Peter, I tried to protect him,
but I couldn't get him out of there.
I know you did.
You said you were by the waterfront?
The corner of 1st and Effie.
Right down by the docks.
And there was something going on there.
We heard strange noises,
animals that I didn't recognize.
Well, they're probably gone by now.
I mean, they must have realized that,
as soon as she regained consciousness, she'd tell us
where she was. Still.
Maybe we can find something.
You know, BPD's got
all the information on Jessica Holt.
I'll let you know if we find anything.
Okay.
Hey.
Be careful.
But even if Bell is responsible,
what does infecting people with nanites
and using the sun's light to ignite an oil reserve
have to do with collapsing two universes
to create a new one?
I mean, how are they connected?
I have absolutely no idea.
Maybe Walter did.
What are you doing here?
I am not here of my own volition.
Step back from him.
Set down your weapon. Slowly.
What are you doing?
I'm sure many things are racing
through your mind right now.
But none of
are as important as what I'm about to say.
If you ever want to see Walter again,
put down your gun.
You work for Bell.
You're here because this is important, right?
So why don't you do something?
He can't.
The stasis runes at his feet keep him stuck
right where he is.
Unfortunately for you,
this was a future you didn't foresee.
It seems he's very concerned about the events in your life.
And Dr. Bell said that, if we put you in harm's way,
he'd appear.
That day you were infected,
that was intentional.
You never had a daughter.
I hate kids.
Now let's see
how concerned you are about him.
They can operate
at hyper-attenuated time.
To us, it almost looks like magic.
It's not, though.
It's just tech
that essentially lets them move
very, very fast.
Now this gun
is an invention of Dr. Bell's.
Shoots faster.
Okay, what are you doing?
I mean, what do you want?
Please, could you just put the gun down
and talk to me?
He feels no emotion.
Perhaps no pain.
This won't upset him.
But it appears to upset you.
Damn it, stop. Just--
just tell me what it is that you want.
Here, can I stop the bleeding? Can you sit down?
I cannot.
Huh?
It is impossible
right now.
We're in the warehouse. Hurry.
EMTs are on the way. September, what is this thing?
I am surprised they knew of this methodology.
It is beyond them.
Oh.
- Will you let me check the wound? - Walter--
Dr. Bishop, do you know where he is?
No. I do not.
At least now we know how you got shot.
I've seen you
shot before just like this.
You came to me at the opera house.
You said, in every version of the future,
I would have to die.
I did not.
Or I have not yet.
I suspect I understand now.
The conversation you are referring to
has not yet happened for me.
I must investigate the future
and find out what I meant.
I hope...
I get back to you in time.
Well, what are we gonna do about finding Walter?
Our only lead is dead.
That doesn't mean we can't still question her.
No, no, no. Not there.
Right here. Right in her thinker.
That wasn't so bad, was it?
How long has she been dead?
About 25 minutes.
Quickly.
Use the negative prongs first or she'll short out.
Start with a trickle of DC
and let it calibrate. No more.
Pretty.
There'll come a time when I'll ask you
how you knew about this technology.
Maintain her body temperature at roughly 85 degrees.
I'll get the ice packs.
If she knows anything about what happened to Walter,
I assure you we will too.
Well, she took a chance on dying at that office building
for whatever her mission is.
She was counting on me to save her.
They used Jessica to play on my sympathies,
and then they used my feelings for Peter,
my fear that Jones would kill him.
William always talked a lot about the powers
Cortexiphan children might have.
But why is he activating me now?
Why is he doing this?
My dear...
you may have a different set of memories now,
but, at heart,
you're still the same girl I knew.
You've always had incredible compassion.
It was your capacity for feeling that made William and Walter
so sure that you were the perfect candidate
for the trials.
And I don't know what it is, but William must want--
no, he needs something from you.
Something only you can provide.
Why, William?
Why would you do this?
What could you possibly hope to gain
by destroying both universes?
Walter, this was all your idea.
Peter died twice.
You hated God.
"What kind of God would cause so much suffering?"
That's what you said.
So much pain.
You decided to create a universe
that would operate by your rules.
And then, when you realized that you were smart enough
to do it, you got scared.
You asked me to cut out a portion of your brain.
- No. - Yes, Walter.
We cut those ideas out of your head
to literally put the genie back into the bottle.
Then I grew older.
I grew cynical.
I grew cancer.
I realized
that dosing myself with Cortexiphan
would slow it down.
But slowing is not stopping.
For me, it's just a matter of time.
The clock is ticking. Tick, tick, tick,
tick, tick.
And that's when it occurred to me.
You were right, Walter.
Walter, you were right, right, right.
Every rant you ever went on made perfect sense.
Suddenly, I understood not just you,
but everything.
God made us in his image.
If that is so,
if we are capable of being Gods,
then it is our destiny to do so.
No. No.
No, William.
My dear friend,
even if you deny it now,
you have always been playing God.
I am.
Guys, we're ready.
Jessica, can you hear my voice?
I can't-- I can't feel my arms.
I can't feel my legs. Oh, my God.
Why can't I feel anything?
Where is Walter?
What did you do to me?
What just happened there? Did she faint?
No, no, that's not possible.
She's not alive. She can't faint.
Mum?
Mummy? Mummy, where are you, mummy?
Mummy, where are you?
Jessica, we need you to tell us
where William Bell is.
Ding, ding, ding.
My bicycle.
My bicycle is blue
and has a little chimey bell on it.
Ding, ding, ding.
My bicycle is blue
and has a little chimey bell.
I left it in the rain, and it rusted.
Jessica. Jessica, look at me.
William Bell,
where is he?
Mm-hmm.
He's all wet I expect.
And a bore.
A man must be blind
or be out of his mind
to go out to sea once more.
He's on a boat.
It's probably close to where he shot Astrid.
This is taking too long.
Jessica!
Is William Bell on a boat?
William Bell is a great man.
A brilliant man.
But not just a man.
Birth to a new world
born of the collapse.
Jessica, how is he going to give birth
to a new world if we closed
the bridge between the two universes?
I'm afraid we don't have much longer.
How is he going to collapse the two universes?
He needed an energy source.
What energy source?
We're all expendable
in the wake of creation.
Jessica, how is he going too it?
Noah was a righteous man, and he brought
onto the Ark every creature to populate the new world,
two by two.
Damn it, Jessica, what energy source?
What...
What just happened? Did I just do that?
Does Walter have a gauss meter?
Yeah.
I think I know what's happening here.
The new energy source, it's me.
Bell's going to try and use me to collapse the two universes.
That's why he's been activating me.
The electromagnetic energy
you're giving off is extraordinary.
But if William is using the energy you're generating,
I believe I may know how to find him.
A general cargo freighter left Boston Harbor
at 10:22 this morning, the Talos.
It fell off radar 15 minutes later.
That's six hours ago.
It could be 200 miles off the coast by now.
Talk to me. It's not good.
Olivia is giving off an exceedingly strong
and specific electromagnetic field.
Now I know how it sounds,
but I believe she was activated
to power the universe collapse.
Lucky me.
And I assume you can't turn her off.
No.
But we can use her
to find Walter and William Bell.
The frequency at which Olivia is resonating
will also be the frequency at the epicenter
of the dimensional intersection,
meaning we should be able to identify
the exact location
where the two universes are overlapping.
Now, assuming Bell wants to survive the collapse,
that's where he'll be.
The calm at the center of the storm as it were.
And how long will it take?
The satellites are almost online.
We'll find Bell.
We've got NAVSTAR.
Task the satellites at 392.6 hertz.
National Weather Service is reporting a squall
approximately 80 miles off shore due east of Boston.
Three microquakes--Albany, New York, Waterville, Vermont,
and Worcester, Massachusetts,
all within seconds of each other.
It's started.
The universes are colliding.
Narrow your search to the area of the storm.
- Did you find Bell? - Not yet.
Wonder what he has in store for me now.
It's gonna be okay.
You know, for the first time, I don't think that it is.
I remember being in that lab in Jacksonville
when Walter and William were doing
the Cortexiphan trials.
I remember how it smelled,
how I felt,
how scared I was,
how all alone I was.
And now, you know, years later,
nothing's changed.
I'm still that little girl,
and William Bell is still doing experiments on me.
I'm just still being used.
No. Something has changed.
This time, you're not alone.
You have to see this.
Oh, don't look like that.
If nothing else, for pure scientific curiosity.
Trust me.
You've never seen anything like this.
It's marvelous.
How?
Olivia.
You were right, Walter.
She truly is a remarkable girl.
Got it.
84 miles due east of Nantucket.
Call upstairs.
Tell them we need choppers.
Get suited up.
William, William...
Please.
Don't do this.
You may be sad now, Walter,
you may be frightened, but you'll see.
We deserve this.
No.
These are the coordinates, ma'am,
but I've got no visual.
Okay, well, it's not here.
Can you check the uplink?
Maybe they're jamming us.
Are you kidding me? It's right there.
I don't see anything. Nina.
No, nothing.
Am I losing my mind here?
Still no visual contact, sir.
No, I think I know what's happening.
If William is trying to collapse the universes,
it stands to reason that the fabric
between the universes is growing thin
here where his ship is.
But there's nothing here.
No, not in this here.
The ship has already phased entirely out of sync
with our universe.
No one here can see it,
but Peter-- I'm from the other side,
so I resonate at a different frequency.
Yes, from the other side, the ship is visible.
For how much longer,
we can't be sure.
But if it's already crossed over
into the other universe, there's no way
for us to get to it.
Even if we had the time, the bridge is closed.
There is a way.
Me.
Yes, Olivia now has as much activated Cortexiphan
in her system as the Olivia from the original timeline.
Now, if what you both have told me is accurate,
Olivia can jump between worlds.
You, Peter, you can see it.
Olivia, you can reach it.
But it will have to be done together.
What if I can't do it?
You have the most extraordinary gifts,
but the only one you were denied was knowing it.
You've had the power all along.
Are you ready?
All right.
If you've lost your mind,
now would be the time to tell me.
Take it to port about three yards.
Now!
- It worked. - Yeah, are you surprised?
Yeah.
It was the pilot's.
You can't be the only one
who always gets to carry a gun.
What is this place?
I think this is his Ark.
"I will arise
"and go, now,
"and go to Innisfree,
"and a small cabin build there,
"of clay and wattles made.
"Nine bean-rows
"will I have there,
"a hive for the honeybee,
and live alone in the bee loud glade."
Do you know it, Walter?
Yeats.
Walter, are you all right?
Well, this is unexpected.
You know I was not planning on having any humans.
What a troublesome species we can be after all.
I had assumed that Walter and I would die off
and my new universe would thrive
unencumbered by the savage whims of mankind.
But I see I was wrong.
Look at the two of you.
Humans abide. They persevere.
They survive.
You have earned your right in the new order,
a final breeding pair.
Amongst all others,
you will be the new Adam and Eve.
Stop this.
Turn it off now.
Shoot me if you like, young Peter.
I cannot turn it off.
There's no escaping the inevitable.
The chain reaction has begun.
Olivia is a living uncertainty engine.
Every breath she takes
brings us closer to Nirvana.
Every beat of her heart
tears the world from its hinges.
She is the redeemer.
Go ahead.
I will not be the first God to be martyred for creation.
Forgive me.
No!
No.
You killed her.
Yes, indeed, he did.
Very clever, old friend.
If that's what you consider
learning a lesson from the past...
You paid a steep price.
We could have all been so happy together.
You killed her.
Don't touch her.
Peter, this is no time for emotions.
Time is of the essence.
We have to move rapidly if we're going to save her.
Save her? She's dead.
You know very well that hasn't always stopped me.
Peter! Listen to me!
Now, go over there to the table,
get the letter opener, and clear
everything else off the desk. Do it now, Peter.
Her brain is currently saturated with Cortexiphan.
The brain tissue is regenerative,
so, if I can get the bullet out
before the Cortexiphan wears off
and the non-regenerative tissue calcifies,
I'll be able to save her.
It's like my lemon cake.
Whoa. Whoa.
Stop. What are you doing?
I need an exit wound.
There isn't one.
How much time do we have, Walter?
Not long.
Any damage I do
should repair itself...
If I can get the bullet out.
I'm so sorry, Olive.
Walter.
It worked.
Despite full international cooperation,
there remains no sign of William Bell.
The biological materials from Dr. Bell's Ark
have been cryogenically quarantined for future study.
Your team will of course have full access
if you so desire.
Thank you.
The committee would like
to acknowledge the work you and your team have done
in protecting the welfare of the people of this nation
and the world.
As such, we would like to grant your request
for significant funding
to upgrade your operational and scientific divisions.
And thank you, Phillip,
for keeping us all safe at night.
You're welcome, sir.
Well, that will be all,
General Broyles.
It's Colonel, sir.
Not anymore.
Congratulations, General.
You've earned it.
How'd it go?
Better than expected.
Fringe Division now finds itself
with a fully-funded science division
and no one to run it.
Well...
Nina...
You want a job?
You know, Peter, I've been thinking.
Due to the intense energy utilization,
Cortexiphan levels in the body should be almost negligible.
Meaning what, Walter?
Well, meaning that she won't be able
to run around setting things on fire
or doing superhuman things.
Excuse me, miss.
Is that lemon Jell-O?
These are urine samples.
Oh, well, in that case, no, thank you.
I'm more peckish than thirsty.
So you're saying Olivia's normal now?
Well, the treatments did leave a biological signature,
so I suppose some abilities
could one day emerge,
but, for all intents and purposes,
yes, I believe she may be.
Is she out yet?
How you holding up?
She's all done. She's ready to go home.
Thank you, Astrid.
What?
You just called me by my real name.
Did I?
I found one.
It's perfect.
Brookline. Center Hall.
Two stories.
Peter...
I just figured, after everything that we've been through
in the last couple of days--
well, hell, the last couple of years--
I thought we deserved a little bit of normal.
It's--it's perfect.
I suppose that he was right.
The Observer.
That in every version of the future,
you had to die.
But I never want to lose you again.
What?
You're okay, right?
I mean, the doctor didn't tell you anything else.
Actually, he did.
What?
Peter, I'm pregnant.
♪ ♪
I don't suppose you're here for a sandwich.
We have to warn the others.
They are coming.
Who's coming?
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