Previously, on Fringe...
The machine came on by itself, without Peter.
The vortex appeared above this field.
It's the end of the world. This is just the beginning.
That machine was made for me.
We all thought that I could turn the machine on.
Maybe I can turn it off.
I think this is what I'm supposed to do.
I was never good at letting you go.
This time, you have to.
Peter!
Peter, I'm here, son.
You're up.
Of course.
I was just resting my eyes.
How is he?
His pulse is strong.
I just spoke with Dr. Levin.
She's planning on keeping him sedated
for at least another 12 hours.
She thinks the fact that his vitals are stable
is a very positive sign.
She's hopeful that he's gonna come out of this
without any permanent damage.
She can't possibly know that.
Peter interacted with a machine
of immense power.
Surge like that could have disrupted his neural patterns,
created memory deficits, aphasia.
Walter, let's wait and see, okay?
How about we go for a walk?
You know, you haven't eaten in hours.
The cafeteria is just downstairs.
I think I saw tapioca pudding on the menu.
Well, I can't deny I'm hungry.
No, I—
What the hell was that?
Ah!
Are you okay, Nate?
I think so.
It's okay, buddy. It's over.
You wait here.
I'm gonna take a look.
Gary, no. You'll be safe in the car.
Just stay down, don't touch anything.
No! Just stay in the car! Just stay in the car.
Oh, my God.
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It wasn't supposed to happen this way.
What do you mean, "this way"?
It's already on.
Yes, it's been on for the past 32 hours.
So how can that be?
This doesn't make sense.
Walter thinks that the machines
are quantum entangled
and that this machine was triggered
when they activated theirs on the other side.
Even so, how did they turn it on in the first place?
This machine was built for Peter.
Only he can operate it.
Well, he tried, but the machine sent him flying.
It's hot-wired.
It's tricked into thinking he's already inside.
That's why it's repelling anyone or anything
trying to enter.
So you're thinking that it's malfunctioning.
What I'm saying is it's frustrated...
In a manner of speaking.
That's why you're seeing all this damage out in the world.
It's not a doomsday device, but it's acting like one.
Okay, so how do we stop it?
In case of emergency, break glass.
I believe there's a way we can disarm the force field
and let Peter in safely.
Okay, I read the First People book cover to cover
and there's nothing in it about that.
Not in your book.
This is the manuscript the books are based on.
These pages were never published.
Okay, so what am I looking at?
This is a box.
This is the key that opens the box.
Well, what's inside the box?
According to this, it's a crowbar of sorts.
- A crowbar? - Yes.
It'll pry the force field open long enough
for Peter to get in.
And what happens if he does?
- Does he die? - No.
I don't think so.
You don't think so?
As I understand it, the machine is indestructible.
So if Peter gets in, he should be safe.
Okay, so where are these now?
Come on.
It's a long time since I've seen
a classic fruit cocktail.
Why do you suppose that is?
I suppose loading fruit with sugar,
artificial flavors and dyes has just fallen out of favor.
That's a shame, isn't it?
Not a fire.
It's a freak lightning storm.
I need you to call the Burn Center,
see how many they can take.
Second-degree burns.
Trauma bay four is prepped and ready.
Getting worse.
We don't know that this has anything
to do with the machine.
I think we do.
I want another team on the scene
and get the governor on the line.
Hey, what happened?
A spontaneous dry lightning storm
just outside Worcester.
25 people injured
in similar storms are being reported
up and down the eastern seaboard.
Electro-static fluctuations in the atmosphere.
I'm not surprised.
Sorry, I have to take this.
Yes? Put him through.
Mr. Governor.
We should get back to Peter.
Walter, this is a Fringe event.
We need to get back to the lab.
I'm not leaving him.
Peter would not want you to sit
by his bedside and do nothing.
I'll make sure that the hospital calls us.
We'll be back before he wakes up.
I'm afraid I'm out of ideas.
Forgive me if I'd like to spend
my remaining time with my son.
Well, what about Olivia?
You saw how hard it was for her to leave him,
but she's out there trying to find a way to end this.
I too have tried.
I went so far as to ask God for help.
How did he respond? Nothing.
That's your excuse? Come on now.
What have you done, Walter?
God helps those who help themselves.
Poor Richard's Almanack.
What?
Ben Franklin. That was his phrase.
"God helps those who help themselves."
You're right.
We have to investigate.
We can't begin to neutralize this until we understand.
Well, where are we going?
To get my kite.
I'm not the first Sam Weiss.
So which Sam Weiss is this?
That's my great-great-great-great
grandfather.
He was digging for Mastodon bones
when he discovered an ancient manuscript instead.
So he was the one who wrote the First People book.
No, that was the fifth Sam Weiss.
The third and fourth Sams spent their lives
searching for the manuscript's missing sections.
You're a dedicated bunch.
A machine with the power
to create and destroy worlds
shouldn't be taken lightly.
Dang, this is heavy.
Okay.
Let's go get the key.
No.
Maybe we shouldn't be doing this at all.
The crowbar's not to be used
unless something goes wrong with the machine.
Uh, look outside, Sam.
Something is going wrong. The time line's not right.
Maybe this is a cosmic hiccup.
Maybe it'll course-correct on its own.
Or maybe it will destroy two universes.
That's exactly my point.
You know, generations of knowledge have been
bestowed upon me.
But no one said anything about
the other side turning on the machine first.
Okay, Sam, I'm gonna make this really easy for you.
I am armed and I want you to take me to the key now.
Ho-ho!
That's it! Come and get me!
Strike me down, you sprites, you elves,
you glorious blue jets!
Walter, this can't possibly be safe.
Nonsense! I'm fully insulated.
Are you tracking the field strength?
Yeah, it's all over the place.
Needle won't sit still.
Ah-ha! Oh!
Whoo! Whoo!
What was the voltage on that one?
Uh... I'm gonna go with "high."
We're not even getting any more electrical readings.
What about barometric pressure?
Walter! Oh, my God!
Hey! Hey, Walter.
What happened?
You just got struck by lightning twice.
That's it.
The missing variable.
Oh, Ostrich, you are a genius!
Why?
Repetition, my dear.
We have to account for repetition.
Pack all this up.
We're going back to the lab.
Okay.
ICU.
We've got two,
maybe three free beds.
You're gonna have to send some of them
to General.
Please, you need to lie down, ma'am.
If your daughter is here—
Help! He's not breathing!
Get me the cardiologist on call.
Excuse me.
Sir, you all right?
What's your name?
My name's...
Are you a patient?
I need a crash cart in here.
Don't move. I'll be right back.
Taxi!
Where you headed, pal?
42nd and Lex, please.
Come again?
42nd and Lex, Midtown.
Are you feeling okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. Why?
42nd and Lexington
is in New York, and we are in Pittsfield.
That's a pretty steep fare.
42nd and Lex it is.
Appears we've got another problem.
The key is in there, the Whitley Museum.
Mayor's office has us setting up safety zones
at locations of all the lightning storms.
So what's the radius?
Oh, this one's six blocks.
We've had bigger.
Quincy, Somerville, two at Southie.
I barely have enough manpower to keep up.
Oh, that's her. Museum director.
I don't care if it's the bloody apocalypse.
I'm not leaving my museum unattended.
You remember what happened in Baghdad.
Listen, I'll call you back later.
Uh, ma'am, this is the Agent I spoke to you about.
Olivia Dunham, FBI.
Dr. Christine Albright.
Sam Weiss, patron member since '82.
Thank you so much for meeting us.
Are those the floor plans? Mm-hmm.
There.
That's where the key is.
You sure? Positive.
That's the Native American Wing.
I curated those exhibits myself.
There's no key in there. I beg to differ.
Okay, what's the most direct route to that wing?
You mean you want to go in? You can't.
It's not safe.
Battalion commander said he'd never seen anything like it.
Lightning coming out of thin air.
Inside the museum?
Inside all the buildings on the block.
Okay, well, that's a chance we're gonna have to take.
Uh, go through the front entrance.
That's the quickest route.
Please be considerate.
We've lost enough priceless artwork for one day.
You have our word.
Here's everything,
including the latest raw data from Massive Dynamic.
Excellent.
Let's mark all the spots
where lightning has struck more than once.
Because lightning shouldn't strike twice?
No, that's a myth.
As we know, lightning can and does
strike twice, given the right conditions.
But the frequency of multiple strikes, that we measure.
You think this is gonna give us the pattern?
No, not by itself.
But when we compare it to the frequency
of seismic events and multiple radiation and thermal spikes...
Maybe.
Okay.
Seismic...
and radiation...
and thermal.
What do you see, dear?
These x's line up perfectly.
And what else?
Fringe events seem to be clustered around two points.
The foci.
And a rift seems to be forming
on the axis between them,
like they're tugging at each other.
Walter, this is the exact location
where our machine is housed.
But why Liberty Island?
Walternate.
Do you understand what you're suggesting?
We're talking mass panic.
Do you have a contingency plan in place for that?
Hold on.
I'll call you back.
Here we go. A simple visual demonstration.
It's important that you pay attention.
These two magnets...
create a magnetic field between them.
As a result, these iron filings
line up in a pattern consistent with that field.
Your point?
The two machines, they're acting
just like the magnets.
Only in this case, across universes.
The pull between them creating this swath of events.
At one end, the hangar
where we keep our machine.
The other end: Liberty Island.
The location of the Department of Defense Headquarters
on the other side.
Which is where Walternate must have built his machine.
There's no other explanation.
But if...
we move our machine to the same spot as theirs...
We stall the pace of destruction.
You want to move our machine 100 miles and over water
and park it offshore from the most densely populated city
in the country?
Yes.
Astrid's already working out
the logistics of stable transport.
But when the two machines are brought together,
won't that increase the intensity
of events in that spot?
Yes, but it will buy us time.
Olivia's looking for a way to get Peter inside the machine.
We just have to contain the damage until she succeeds
and pray that Peter is ready.
Phillip...
I know it sounds crazy...
but it's our only viable option.
There it is. The key?
I don't see it. That's the beauty.
No one can.
Sam?
Do you hear that?
Is it the lights?
It's not the lights.
Get down!
Okay, you get the key.
I'll disable the alarm.
It's not working.
It was short circuited by the lightning.
We won't make it.
Oh, my God, Sam.
I work in a bowling alley.
Okay, come on.
That's the key?
Incredible.
Okay, so what do I do?
I don't know.
I told you, the instructions are incomplete.
I mean, there's nowhere for it to go.
Are you sure that this is the right key?
Yeah, are you kidding?
My father took me to the museum
hundreds of times.
Believe me, you have no idea how boring those—
You did it.
Sam?
That's the crowbar?
I mean, what is it?
It's you.
What does the drawing mean, Walter,
and why am I in it?
Well, if it's a companion
to the original picture,
it means that you and Peter both
have a connection to the machine.
But why?
I mean, why am I connected to it?
Perhaps your friend here could enlighten us.
No.
I mean, all I know
is the original manuscript is very clear on this point.
The lockbox contains the crowbar.
Then the answer is unavoidable.
Apparently, you have the ability
to turn off the force field
that's keeping Peter out and open the machine
for long enough for him to get inside.
How am I supposed to do that?
Well, the answer lies in the drawing.
Otherwise, why draw it?
Oh, let's see.
Uh-huh. Brain waves, it would seem.
Hey...
Careful with that.
Uh-huh.
There's your answer.
Huh?
You, Olivia, have the power
to bend things with your mind.
That's what you're doing in this drawing,
if you look at it the right way.
Walter, you're not seriously talking about—
telekinesis. No.
I can't.
Yes, you can. You've done it before.
Two years ago, David Robert Jones.
She defused a bomb
by turning off some light with her mind.
Walter, that was different.
Well, it was less advanced.
Oh, I'm afraid there's something else.
Since it's the machine on the other side
that's turned on,
that's the machine you'll have to interact with.
You're not suggesting that I need to cross over.
No.
The same part of your mind that allows you
to cross over contains your ability of telekinesis.
They should be able to work together in combination.
Control the machine over there from over here.
In theory, yes.
No, it's ridiculous, and even if it was possible,
manipulating a light is nothing
compared to manipulating the machine.
You're right. Of course.
Requires a much greater degree of control.
We'll have to practice.
Start on something smaller.
How do we do that?
Ahh.
This is the typewriter the other Olivia used
to communicate with the other side.
Like the two machines, it is quantum entangled
with its counterpart.
In this case, whatever's typed on one
appears on the other,
which makes it the perfect means
for testing your abilities.
You ready to give it a try?
So how?
Okay, clear your mind.
Look into the mirror.
Imagine that you're looking at the typewriter
on the other side.
Now, press those keys using your mind.
Walter, this is— shh.
Don't expect it to happen so quickly.
It's like meditating.
You need to focus on something specific.
A word, phrase...
And be patient.
Okay.
Walter, maybe if you gave me some cortexiphan.
I'm afraid at this point,
it would do you more harm than good.
These abilities are inside you, Olivia.
You simply need to harness them.
Walter, I don't know how.
I never have.
I know what it's like to feel unequal
to the task required of you.
To feel incapable.
I'll never be the man I was,
but I've come to embrace those parts
of my mind that are...
peculiar and broken.
I understand now that's what makes my mind special.
I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.
You have no idea how extraordinary you are.
If you would embrace that,
there's no end to what you can do.
I know that you want to believe in me...
and I want to believe in me...
but believing doesn't make it true.
Just try.
It's okay.
Take a break and we'll try again.
Hmm?
The hospital just called.
Peter's missing.
Excuse me. Do you—
Excuse me. Hmm?
Do you know if there's a pawn shop around here?
I've been here before, but—
No, sorry, man. I'm—I don't know.
Man, I'm sorry to disturb you,
but it's just it's really important.
I could have sworn there was one.
I don't know.
Uh, I think there's one over on 3rd Avenue.
On 3rd?
Yeah.
Thank you.
Can I see these?
Sure.
You a collector?
I was...
When I was a kid.
They're all graded and authenticated.
Price-wise, everything in here,
500 and up.
This one.
Silver half dollar.
It's my favorite.
It always brings me luck.
Walter, they searched the house.
There's no sign of him.
What if he can't remember our address?
No, Walter, let's not assume the worst.
Is that what you think I'm doing?
Because it is a fact that Peter sustained
a massive blow to the head.
It is a fact that he was in a hospital
less than 10 hours ago.
It is a fact that we haven't got the slightest clue
how that machine affected him.
So please do not accuse me of making assumptions.
I'm sorry, Astrid.
I know you're scared, Walter.
Hey.
Peter's credit card has been used twice
in the past two hours.
$800 to the Western Massachusetts Cab Company
and $600 to a pawn shop in Manhattan.
He took a cab to New York? It appears so.
Until we speak to the driver, we won't know for sure.
What would he be looking for in New York?
Excuse me, you can't be here.
We're evacuating the area.
I know, I know, but I have to talk to my father.
I have something to show him.
It's really important.
And who, out of curiosity, is your father?
Walter Bishop.
The Secretary of Defense.
Here.
Thank you.
- Any word from Peter? - No.
What you doing?
- Reading. - That's a lie.
Trying to read.
Pathetic attempt to distract myself with ancient gossip.
Better than thinking about what I've done.
Sam, you didn't do anything.
I intervened.
I didn't give you an option not to.
We just got word Peter's been found.
Is he all right?
He's alert, answering questions.
Transport's waiting for us at the heliport.
Well, where is he? Liberty Island.
The machine has arrived there as well.
I'll get my coat,
and some dramamine.
I'm afraid this is where you get off.
Official personnel only.
Sam, whatever's happening, it's not over.
Good luck, Olivia.
Thank you.
Peter!
What on earth made you come here?
Are you all right, son?
There are two of you, aren't there?
I think I've been confused.
What year is it? 2011.
President?
Obama.
Nausea, headaches, ear-ringing?
No, physically, I feel fine.
And who is that woman over there?
Olivia.
What's the last thing you remembered
before you woke up in the hospital?
I remember getting into the machine...
or trying to.
Good.
And do you know me?
I know you're not the Secretary of Defense.
The sweater's a dead giveaway.
Good.
Fact that your memory's returning
is a sign that your confusion is temporary.
You're gonna be okay, Peter.
Where'd you get this?
Walter?
The machine.
I thought you had a plan to contain the rise in pressure.
The system wasn't designed for sudden fluctuations.
So what can we do to compensate for that?
I'm afraid so long as the machine is on
there's nothing we can do.
Oh, Peter, I was worried about you.
I'm okay.
Let's just figure this out.
So the drawing implies that you need to use telekinesis?
Is Walter sure?
Well, Walter's educated guess is as good as we have.
Well, I mean, I tried.
I concentrated on a phrase like Walter asked me to do
and still nothing.
Well, what was the phrase?
What do you mean it's working?
I heard the keys tapping away.
It keeps typing the same message.
Are you doing that?
What's the message?
"Be a better man than your father."
There's a boat leaving for Manhattan in five minutes!
I want all non-essential personnel on it!
That means get out now!
Don't worry.
Just think of it as a giant typewriter.
Do you know what to do?
I think so.
The tremors are getting stronger.
Exponential microquakes.
We're building towards a massive event.
I suspect we don't have much time left.
Walter, what if I can't do it?
What if I can't turn it off?
I have known you for a long time, Olivia,
and I believe that the drawing was no accident.
Whoever did it knew the same as I do.
That you don't fail.
You ready?
No.
You?
No.
Don't say I never took you anywhere.
You can do this.
Notify the Secretary.
There's something happening to the machine.
You did it.
Peter.
I love you.
Wish me luck.
Oh, dear God.
All civilians proceed to evacuation route immediately.
Agent Bishop.
Agent Bishop, take cover!
Fringe Division?
Where the hell am I?
Sir, you've been hit.
Medic! I need a medic now!
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