"Nina, a memento of me."
I need Belly. I need his help. I can't do this alone.
I have to protect our world.
Remember how good we were together.
William is gone. You can't bring him back.
Wherever Belly is...
He will find us.
The decoder key is in my office.
At the FBI?
No, at Massive Dynamic.
Hello, Peter.
It's nice to see you again.
I understand your concerns,
but I assure you,
Olivia is perfectly fine.
She is simply resting.
What do you mean, she's resting?
Well, not exactly of course.
Just in the sense that her conscious mind,
her awareness, is at a state of rest.
But I assure you, she is totally safe.
This is all exactly as I planned it.
You haven't heard the best part.
Ask him when he planned it.
Several months ago
when I first met Olivia in my office on the other side.
I gave her a cup of tea.
The soul magnets were in that tea.
So these soul magnets
drew your consciousness into Olivia after you died?
Well, after my physical body died.
As you can see, I am quite alive.
Indeed. Look at this.
Two distinct patterns of electrical activity.
This one... active. That's you, Belly.
The other one inert.
Like the brain waves of a long, dreamless sleep.
Which suggests that Olivia was aware of none of this.
Now I understand that this could take some time
for you to get used to.
Imagine how I feel.
I never realized that a bra was so binding.
Astrid, you can start taking the electrodes off her... him.
How much time?
You're not suggesting this is permanent.
Oh, no, no.
We simply need to find
a more suitable home for me to move to.
Now Olivia's brain can accommodate my consciousness
for several weeks before anything would happen to her.
Weeks?
Not a chance.
And I am confident that Walter will find
a more stable home long before that.
Same question.
How long?
24 hours.
48 at the most.
Has anyone ever told you, dear, that you have lovely hands?
Thank you.
You're not seriously considering sanctioning this, are you?
Well, what would you suggest, Peter?
If I leave Olivia's brain now
without finding a suitable host, I would die.
And don't you think that my life is worth an extended nap?
And besides, William can help us
understand Walternate's plan, can't you, William?
Walter.
What he intends to use the machine for.
- And how to keep Peter out of it. - Stop.
I want to know how we get Olivia back.
48 hours
to find a new and suitable host.
Then I want you out of my agent.
Or I'll have Dr. Bishop figure out how to drive you out.
Agreed?
You have my word, young man.
Now I need to retrieve my files from Massive Dynamic.
There is a box labeled "Reentry."
- I'll get it myself. - As fast as possible.
You don't have to tell me twice.
That was fast.
You said I didn't have much time, Jim.
You didn't.
You don't.
You were right.
It's gonna rain.
There is hope in raindrops.
Isn't that what you said?
What does that even mean?
It means...
That every drop of rain
holds the promise of regrowth.
Each has a purpose.
Even if they don't know it.
I think we can feel that way.
That we don't have a purpose.
But we do.
Jim.
Do you believe what you're saying?
About purpose?
You said you know how I feel.
You said you know pain.
And you wanted to kill yourself too, you said that.
Yes.
So?
What's your reason to stick around?
- My reason? - Have you found your purpose?
Jim.
It's okay.
You did your best.
I don't believe in hope anymore.
All I know is we're all gonna die.
Okay, here are the reentry files.
You need anything else?
Uh, a computer with access to social service
and medical databases would be useful.
Now the host needs to be biological,
able to cognate, but without its own governing consciousness.
A human brain would be ideal, but not a prerequisite.
What?
Peter, your father wouldn't want to hear me say this,
but even if he does find out more about this machine,
it doesn't necessarily mean he'll be able to prevent
the events depicted in that picture.
I mean, that just could simply be your fate.
Thankfully, I don't believe in fate.
Whatever Walternate's plans are for me, I promise you,
I'm not getting in that machine.
Well, son, it isn't always that simple.
I've lived a long time, Peter.
So believe me when I tell you
that sometimes when one walks away from his fate,
it leads one directly to fate's doorstep.
Hey, Broyles just sent something over that you need to see.
Excellent.
Do it again, and I'll show you.
Holy!
This video was taken last night just after 10:00 in Roxbury.
Nobody could have survived that impact.
And yet she did.
What are you thinking, Walter?
Maybe it's not the woman at all.
Maybe it's the location.
Walter, you think that this is spatial decay, don't you?
Caused from a soft spot between the universes.
We're beginning to see signs of degradation on this side.
Well, it was bound to happen.
I'm surprised that it's taken this long.
All right, we need a geiger counter.
No, no. We don't need anything.
We can handle this.
- You need to... - What?
Go to my room?
Sit on my hands?
The computer is searching all the local hospitals
for a potential host based on the parameters
that you retrieved from Massive Dynamic.
Now I am not someone who can make that occur any faster.
What I am is the only person on this universe
who has extensive experience in inter-dimensional decay.
Fabulous.
Fantastic.
Agent Lee!
You're gonna want to see this.
- Where is she? - Boston.
We have more advanced ways
to detect molecular degeneration over there,
but a simple radiation test should be enough
to see whether the fabric of the universe
has begun to decay.
And?
Well, everything's within normal range.
Nothing unusual here.
So if it's not the place, then it's got to be the girl.
Must be something about her that allowed her to survive the fall.
Well, then we need to get to know more about her.
DNA.
Excellent.
I'll take the samples from the passenger's side.
Look at this.
Me and Belly collecting human tissue and fluid specimens.
Just like when we were kids.
Glad you guys are enjoying yourself.
This is Peter and Dr. Walter bishop,
the civilian consultants I told you about.
This is special agent Lincoln Lee from Hartford.
He has some information regarding this case.
Hi.
Uh...
- This is... - Agent Olivia Dunham.
- Fringe Division. - What division?
So what you got?
The woman who jumped and walked away?
Her name is Dana Gray.
She was murdered eighteen months ago.
Two bullets in the head.
M.E. said she died instantly.
She was killed with her husband and her children
- in a home invasion robbery. - Ooh.
That's grisly.
I can't argue. This was a tough one.
They ever find who did it?
Yes. We tried to bring him in, but he drew on us.
Two agents ended up putting him down in a shootout.
So case closed.
That is, until I get a call
about Mrs. Gray's body disappearing from the morgue.
- I assumed it was stolen. - It's a reasonable assumption.
I didn't think anything of it until I saw this.
Witnesses reported seeing two people jump out of a dorm window.
Cops get there. One body.
Grad student who lived there.
But the cops find two sets of fingerprints
on the ledge during their investigation.
Second set, those fingerprints were identified as Dana Gray's.
Which is insane because she's dead.
Well, you know, stranger things have happened.
- Um, no, they haven't. - Don't listen to him.
Her. Sorry. Go on.
Not knowing what to make of it, I flag Gray in the system.
Over the next two months, we found prints
at three other double suicides.
Now security photos show her there,
and eyewitnesses report seeing her die.
First responders show up,
there's only one body, and it's never hers.
I know this sounds insane,
but I don't think this woman can die.
Isn't this our lucky day?
Hello?
Hello.
What's he doing here?
- I invited him. - Belly invited him.
That's Gene.
Come down here.
I've got something.
Um, what is this place exactly?
This is the place where the mysteries of the universe get answered.
And congratulations.
Whatever your security clearance was,
it just got about seven levels deeper.
Something to show you.
We found two sets of DNA
in the specimens we took from the scene.
Two different people.
But in performing the tests, we noticed something odd
in the molecules of Ms. Gray's body.
They didn't want to come apart.
They were held together
by an unusually strong electromagnetic bond.
Um, I'm confused.
You're saying that her body's
being held together by magnetism?
Well, we're all held together by magnetism.
Our molecules are like these hematite rocks.
Magnetism is what keeps us from flying apart.
It's what keeps us solid.
In Ms. Gray's case,
the attraction was almost unbreakable.
It's a miracle she left any blood behind at all.
I think it suits you, dear.
Um, but... But how?
I mean, why did she get magnetically supercharged?
Belly, what if she took the energy from her victims?
- Victims? - The people she's jumping with.
Yeah, that'd make sense.
She absconds with their life force at the moment of death.
Life force?
You mean like a soul?
Is that even a scientific concept?
You know, it's best to try not to be reductive.
I mean, after all,
every living thing is simply bundled energy.
And perhaps Ms. Gray has found a way
to capture some vital portion
of another person's essential energy
and therefore has extended her own life.
Extending her own life.
A soul vampire.
As it were.
It says in the file that each one of the victims
tried to commit suicide previously.
Perhaps simple compassion, Belly.
Yes, that's brilliant.
She only wants to take the souls of those people
that are already prepared to surrender their own.
A compassionate soul vampire.
- Both: Yes. - Oh, boy.
Um, who are you guys?
Why don't I explain that to you as we go?
Are we going somewhere?
If you were looking for victims
who had previously tried to commit suicide,
where would you go?
Suicide hotlines, therapy groups?
Exactly.
Walter, give me a call if you can figure out any more
about why Dana Gray can't die.
Helpline. This is Joan.
Hello?
I think I'm gonna hurt myself.
Okay, sweetie, what's your name?
- I'm Brian. - Hi, Brian.
I guess you're in a bad place right now, huh?
I'm tired.
I know, sweetie. Life can be tiring.
I know.
Listen, Brian,
I really want to help you,
but you have to let me do that, okay?
And this is too important to do over the phone.
You're just trying to trick me.
You're gonna send the police to stop me.
No, listen to me, Brian.
I would never do that. I promise, okay?
Now, sweetheart, just tell me where you are.
That's her. Yeah, that's Joan.
Is she working today?
No, she hasn't been in for a few days.
Is she in some kind of trouble?
Was she close with anybody in the office?
Well, she was friendly,
but I wouldn't say she was close to anyone.
She did her job and went home.
Here's her desk.
I hope nothing's happened to her.
She's one of our best counselors.
How so?
Well, if there was a particularly challenging call,
a person who was at risk, we'd forward it to her.
She was amazing.
In three months, she saved at least 37 lives.
She had an uncanny way of connecting with people
feeling hopelessness.
I mean, anybody who gets struck by lightning twice
and survived has to have a perspective on hope, right?
Do you have her address?
Yeah. Let me go get it.
If Dana Gray is stealing people's souls as they die...
Then why is she so committed to saving their lives?
Brian?
Hello, Brian.
You're not scared.
I know when people are scared.
And you're not.
Why?
Why are you doing this?
You think you convinced me to allow you to come here.
But it was me who wanted you to come.
Okay.
I don't want to hurt people.
But I always do.
Who do you hurt?
I have no hope.
Like those raindrops that you mentioned on the phone.
You said they have a purpose.
Well, I don't like my purpose.
Do you think the raindrops will help those people on the train?
What people on the train?
I don't want to hurt them.
But I will.
And that's why you're here.
You have to save them.
There's a duffel bag with my bomb.
And that's why you're here.
East Bay Railway train 67.
Car 2. Seat 17.
Like Azrael,
let his angels carry my damned soul to heaven.
911. What is your emergency?
Hello?
No. Nothing.
None of them fit the parameters.
Here either.
We're looking for such specific conditions
to accommodate your transfer, William.
A brain-dead patient like this could be one in a million.
Huh.
William.
No.
There's not much in here.
No friends, no acquaintances.
No one that can tell us where to find her.
- You? - Mm-mm.
Just a bunch of books and a receipt from a flower shop
for a dozen roses, but she paid in cash.
Hmm.
One of these things is not like the others.
What's that?
You never watched Sesame Street?
The Afterlife of the Soul.
- These other books are clinical. - But this one's religious.
Exactly.
All the highlighted passages are about what happens to us after we die.
What's she doing,
trying to convince people to jump
by telling them how great heaven would be?
What if we're thinking about this backwards?
What if that book's not for other people? It's for her.
Maybe she's the one that wants to die.
Even if we were able to transfer your consciousness
safely inside Gene, there are other matters to consider.
Well, we would communicate through my brainwaves.
You would hook me up to an E.E.G. machine
and decipher my thoughts.
That may work,
but still... I'd have to milk you.
Well, we could assign Astrid.
Walter? Walter?
Oh, not now, son. We're on to something.
Look, if Dana Gray was hit by lightning twice,
do you think that would help to explain
why she's so overly electromagnetic?
I suppose that's possible.
The ions due to the multiple lightning strikes
could cause her molecules to be supercharged.
And possibly intensify the electromagnetism.
Why do you ask?
We don't think that she's trying to live forever.
We think she's trying to die.
Dana Gray's description
just went out over the police bulletin in Dorchester.
Somebody spotted her.
You're sure this is the woman you saw leaving the apartment?
Like I already told the police,
I was making dinner when I heard the gunshot.
I came out into the hall, and I saw that woman leaving.
Did she kill him?
This is an ongoing investigation.
I'm afraid I can't comment.
Oh, I see.
You're the only one who gets to ask questions?
Thank you for your cooperation.
So M.E. says that the angle and wound powder burns
are consistent with suicide,
but the gun only discharged once.
It only takes one bullet to blow your brains out.
Yeah, sure, but up until now,
her M.O. has been to try and kill herself
either with or directly after the suicide victim.
Why?
If she can't die
and her soul, energy, whatever you want to call it
is bound to her body,
maybe she's trying to go with theirs.
Like a hitchhiker.
- A stowaway to heaven? - Yeah.
Yeah, but she was here.
And Dana Gray, why didn't she just pick up the gun
and try to shoot herself?
- Try to catch a ride? - What changed?
I think this is the story you were looking for.
I'm surprised you've heard of it.
I'm taking a night class, and we're doing an essay
on the journey of the soul to the afterlife.
Then you'll find this very interesting.
The ascension of Azrael.
It's about a sinner named Azrael
whose soul was condemned to purgatory.
After years of watching him suffer,
the angels asked God to let Azrael free.
But God ignored them.
So the angels went down into purgatory
and lifted Azrael up to heaven.
When God asked why they did this,
the angels said Azrael had suffered enough.
And the combined innocence of the angels' souls
outweighed Azrael's sins.
Finally, God agreed.
And Azrael's soul was welcomed into heaven.
Good luck with your assignment.
Hello, freak show.
It's some kind of shrine.
More like a trophy room.
So clearly this guy was nuts.
I believe the clinical term is sociopath.
But yeah. He was.
So why was Dana Gray here?
Agent Broyles?
We found this invoice in the bathroom.
Twenty pounds of plastic explosives.
This guy was making a bomb.
So where is it?
Okay. I'll pick them up on the way.
Yeah, I said okay.
All right. See you soon.
My sister.
She had another baby.
Her and her husband, they're like rabbits.
I'm heading to Providence to see 'em.
What about you? Where are you headed?
I'm on my way to see family too.
Alert BPD and put the bomb squad on standby.
- Let me know when it's done. - Hey, Broyles, timers.
And the wires are stripped.
Looks like he was getting ready to attach it to a power source.
He's rigged the bomb with a time detonator.
We went over every inch of this place.
It's not here.
Check his credit cards, A.T.M. withdrawals, Metro cards.
I want a list of possible targets,
- any places guy'd want to blow up. - Yes, Sir.
What if you're tracking the wrong person?
- Dana Gray was here. - You think she took the bomb?
Why would she do that?
No. She didn't take it.
I think I know what's going on here.
It sounds insane, but here's my theory.
She can't die.
But she wants to.
And she's been trying anything
and everything she can to move on.
Right? She's been trying to stow away
on the souls of the recently dead.
Which is why she's been using suicide victims.
And how is that related to the plastic explosives
about to be detonated somewhere in the city?
'Cause her plan isn't working.
She's looking for another way.
See, Dana was here when this guy committed suicide.
I think that he told her where the bomb is,
and the only reason she didn't pick up that gun and follow suit
is because she's gonna try something new.
So you think she's trying to increase her chances
of making it to the afterlife by killing herself with a group of people?
It would explain why she's not here.
This woman lost her entire family.
She's desperate.
Even if you're right, that still leaves the same problem.
How do we find the bomb?
Hey, is this the suicide's phone?
Placed a phone call half an hour before he shot himself.
Boston area code.
How much you want to bet that's Dana Gray's phone number?
You've reached the crisis helpline.
This is Joan.
If this is an emergency, hang up and di...
She's not answering.
Can't run a trace unless the line's open.
She has to pick up.
Can you change the outgoing caller I.D.
- On this phone from here? - Yeah, sure.
What are you thinking?
She may not answer this number,
but I know whose number she will answer.
- Hello? - Dana, please don't hang up.
Who is this?
My name is Peter Bishop.
The number that you're calling from,
how did you get it?
I work with the FBI, Dana.
Well, then I'm sorry, Mr. Bishop,
but we have nothing to talk about.
Dana, please, I know what happened to you.
I know about your family. I know how they died.
And I know that you're only doing this
because you want to be reunited with them.
Just because you've read some files about me,
Mr. Bishop, doesn't mean you know the hell that I've been stuck in
or what I have to do to make it stop.
But I can help you to make it stop.
The people that I work with are scientists.
They are the best at what they do.
And if you come in,
I promise you they can help you.
Can you promise me you'll reunite me with my family?
Can you promise me that killing a bunch of people will?
It's the best chance I've got.
- I'm sorry. I have no choice. - Dana, that's not true.
You have a choice. We all have a choice.
Not me.
I should have died that night with my family.
But for some reason,
some impossible cosmic joke,
I'm stuck here.
- I didn't ask for this. - As strange as this sounds,
I know exactly what you're going through.
But believe me, Dana, this is not the solution.
I guess we'll find out soon enough.
Did you get it?
I should have died that night with my family.
There. That in the background.
Can you isolate that?
Next stop, Norwood station.
Here it is. I've got it open.
There are three different trains
from three different points of origin
that stop in Norwood at this time of night.
You sure?
Yeah, the 6:15, the 6:25, and the 6:45.
She could be on any one of them.
Ask him when they spoke to her.
What time?
Hey, when did you speak to her?
What time?
I don't know. It was ten minutes ago.
Ten minutes ago.
Oh, good. I love word problems.
Three trains all passing through Norwood.
Each traveling at its own constant velocity.
Not accounting for station stops.
What are they saying in the background?
I have no idea.
They're doing that thing again
where they don't finish sentences.
I merely need to insert
the parameters based on the train schedule.
That is too early.
She's on the 6:25.
Excuse me.
Can you keep an eye on my stuff here?
I have to use the bathroom.
FBI.
We need to clear the train.
There may be an explosive on board.
We think it's due to go off in about eight minutes.
This is the suspect.
There are over 300 people on this train.
That girl's in the next car.
She was right there.
Bring the dogs in now.
I need everyone to stay calm.
I need a single file line. Move toward the nearest exit.
Leave your belongings where they are.
You can get them later.
I don't understand.
She's gone.
Hey!
I've got something.
Just down here.
She's dead.
So what changed?
After all that time trying, why is she able to die now?
Welcome to the Fringe Division.
Every answer you get just leads you to more questions.
That may be.
But it's a lot more exciting than Hartford.
Feel free to give me a call
if you ever find yourself needing some help.
Be careful what you wish for.
Hello, Peter.
Walter thought that it would be a good idea
for me to stay here tonight.
I just made a pot of tea.
Would you like a cup?
Yeah. Why not?
- So I've been thinking about Dana Gray. - You're not the only one.
Well, I have two thoughts.
My first thought is that the energy emitted
from that bomb somehow reset
the electromagnetic charge in her body
and that it was that unique charge
that enabled her to die permanently.
Okay. That makes sense.
What was your second thought?
That my first thought is wrong.
And?
What if, Peter,
this isn't about biology or physics?
What if what we witnessed
was the very reason that Dana Gray couldn't die?
Why?
Because she needed to be here to save those people's lives.
- You think it was her destiny. - Well, destiny, fate.
Jung called it synchronicity,
the interconnectedness of apparently unrelated events.
I mean, don't you think that it's curious
we meet a woman who is unable to die
at the exact moment my consciousness
seemingly returns from the grave.
Now as a scientist, I like to believe
that nothing just happens,
that every event has some meaning.
Some sort of message.
You just have to be able to listen closely enough to hear it.
See.
It's a church bell.
So tell me, what's the meaning?
You okay, Bell?
Peter...
Olivia, is that you?
Oh, no.
What the hell just happened right there?
I think that I may have been wrong.
This may be a little more complicated than I first thought.