Previously on Fringe...
Does this remind you of anything?
Biological-mechanical hybrid—
These are different. They're human.
And for whatever reason, they don't work.
Walter?
It's all right.
The area is completely numb.
What are you seeing?
A person, a young man.
Does he look like this?
Father and son just pulled a man
from the middle of Reiden lake.
Whoever he is knows a lot of classified information—
Things no one outside this division could possibly know.
Olivia.
Thank God you're here.
Who are you?
Walter?
Astrid?
Walter?
Walter.
- What the hell are you doing? - Sleeping.
One syringe has sodium thiopental—
- Well, that sounds— - It's a barbiturate, yes.
I was going to say "dangerous."
Nonsense.
And I have the adrenaline to wake me up.
Who sleeps like this?
Well, what choice do I have?
Ah, I've been haunted for weeks
with visions of a strange man.
And now the stranger is here in the flesh,
in our midst, and no one will let me examine him
or even see him.
I'm kept in the dark, knowing nothing.
How's a man supposed to get some rest
with all these uncertainties?
He was, but he stopped cooperating with us
at the hospital.
Broyles moved him to a holding facility
in the federal building.
Walter, he says that you're the only one he'll speak to.
Me?
He's saying that his name is Peter Bishop.
He says he's your son.
Hello?
Hi.
I thought you said you hated that sweater.
I thought I'd give it a second chance.
What's all this?
Looks like a cyclone went through here.
I-I can't find the electric bill.
You okay?
Yeah.
You're probably hungry.
I should start dinner.
I'll be right down.
Karen?
What are you doing?
Y-your face.
Are you sick?
W-what's wrong with your skin?
K-Karen, what's—
Your research files— Are they in the safe?
- What? - Your files—
Where are they?
Karen!
Dear God.
Oh, no.
What the hell are you?
I'm only going to ask this once.
Tell me where the files are.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Aah!
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What makes you think there's any basis to his claims?
We were able to obtain a DNA sample
from his I.V. at the hospital.
There's a 99.7% probability
that this man is, in fact, related to you.
We discovered another universe.
There's no reason that there shouldn't be
more out there we— We're yet to find.
Logic would dictate that this man
could be another version of my—
Another version of Peter from a third universe
where he didn't die as a boy.
Walter, people from other universes
don't just show up in your dreams.
He asked for my theory.
I never claimed it was flawless.
In any case, how did he get here?
The only way to find out is to ask him.
My thoughts precisely.
We prepared a list of questions.
This man possesses a lot of classified information
about our division and all of us.
I want to know how he got it.
Look, I'm— I'm fairly sure I'm not the one
best suited to this.
You will be fine, Walter.
We'll be listening on the room's intercom.
So, if at any point you want to leave,
you just have to say so.
Hello, Walter.
You don't know who I am, do you?
I know this must be confusing for you.
But something's happened.
And you're the only person who can help me.
What do you want from me?
I need you to help me figure out why no one remembers me,
why you don't remember me.
I'll try.
There are two universes—
Ours over here a-and another one
that's just like it, just slightly different.
The other universe is dying.
And because they're interconnected,
ours is dying as well.
How does he know all this?
So you built a machine to save us,
to form a bridge between the two worlds
so that we could work together to heal them both.
And you created it so that I was the power source.
Only I could activate it, but you told me that when I did,
there would be consequences.
There is a machine, but I didn't build it.
I don't know who you are, what your agenda is,
or why you you claim to be my son.
Do you have a son, Walter?
You and Elizabeth— Did you have a son?
Yes.
He died...
A long time ago, when he was just a boy.
And then you found another version of him
in the other universe.
And he was dying, too.
So you crossed over to save him.
Yes. But I couldn't.
What do you mean you couldn't?
That lake where we crossed over was frozen.
The ice broke. We fell through.
I tried to hold on to him...
But he drowned.
The observer didn't pull us out of the lake that night?
Well, that must be it, Walter.
What's an observer?
It all makes sense now.
That has to be what happened.
I was supposed to die
that night in both universes,
but when I didn't, I became a paradox,
and now, for the two worlds to heal,
I had to be deleted.
But if I'm already dead in both universes,
then why am I here? How am I back?
Something's gone wrong, Walter. Something's happened.
We're finished here.
Take me back to my lab.
Please, I'd like to go now!
- No, please, I need your help. Walter— - I want to leave!
Walter, I need your help.
You have to help me figure out what went wrong.
If I'm not supposed to be here, then how am I back?
Dunham.
Where are you?
You want to tell me why you dragged me
to a robbery-homicide?
Victim's skin is translucent.
Since Robert's murder,
I've been keeping up with local police bulletins,
looking for anything that came across the wire
with a similar MO.
See, I thought we killed the last of these things
- at the train yards. - Apparently not.
Her heart was stopped, same as the others.
I think the shapeshifter took on the wife's form
to get access to the home.
I ran background on the victims.
You are standing in the home of Dr. Malcolm Truss...
A research scientist
who worked at Massive Dynamic
in their biotech department.
Left the company 10 years ago.
Huh. Interesting.
He was tortured, so he must have known
something the shapeshifter wanted.
There's grease under his fing—
Fingernails.
Yeah, I know.
Not too many bio-scientists work at garages.
So this is...
Mrs. Truss' unlucky boyfriend, Donald Kellen.
Dr. Truss doesn't live here anymore.
They separated a few years ago,
but the house is still in his name.
So the shapeshifter came here looking for Truss,
didn't find him, which means it's still looking.
Problem is, we can't find him either.
After they separated, uh, Dr. Truss went off the grid.
We're still trying to pull an address for him.
Well, we should hurry on that.
Hey, Sebastian.
Malcolm Truss?
You're Dr. Malcolm Truss?
You worked at Massive Dynamic, correct?
Okay, look, I-I-I don't know who you are, young lady,
but I suggest you leave.
You are trespassing on priv—
I'm gonna need your help.
Hey, Olivia.
This photo, the girl with the riding ribbon—
- Is that you? - Yeah.
Okay.
You— You're gonna have to do better than that.
Why does Nina Sharp
have your photo in her office?
After our mother died, my sister and I
were due to go into the foster system.
Instead, Nina pulled some strings, and...
We went to live with her.
So the acting C.E.O.
of one of the richest companies in...
The world was your nanny?
Something like that.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
Nina Sharp.
You must be Agent Lee.
Phillip tells me that
you're a very welcome addition to our team.
Lincoln. It's nice to meet you.
Phillip also told me about the man claiming to be Peter Bishop.
How's Walter handling it?
Not very well.
Oh, well, that's unfortunate.
Is there anything I can do to help?
I don't think so.
Uh, we're here on a different matter, though.
Dr. Malcolm Truss?
He used to work for Massive Dynamic,
but he left the company maybe ten years ago.
The name doesn't ring a bell.
Let's see what we can find.
Ah, I remember Dr. Truss—
Graduated MIT in '82,
came to work for us in 1993,
left in 2001.
What kind of projects was he working on?
Well, several.
Perhaps if you told me why you're interested in him,
I might be a better help.
He was abducted from his house in Vermont this morning,
and we think a shapeshifter was responsible.
A shapeshifter?
But what would a shapeshifter want with Malcolm Truss?
We were hoping you could tell us.
There was one project Malcolm was working on—
Cellular replication.
It was designed to help patients with extensive tissue damage—
Burn victims, cancer patients,
amputees.
It copied the genetic data of the healthy cells
of the patient and used it to replace the damaged ones.
Malcolm was in charge of it.
And did it work?
No, he never had a chance to find out.
William shut the project down, citing ethical concerns.
Ethical concerns?
Yes.
But I only bring it up because the project was based
on copying human tissue.
Kind of like shapeshifting.
Hmm.
There are people who think very highly of your work and you.
What people?
You don't know them, but they know you.
They share your vision.
They will pay you to continue your research.
You always bring a gun to a business proposal?
I couldn't take the chance you'd say no.
- We need your help. - Help with what?
I don't know what you're hoping to find in those files.
That work never went anywhere. It's useless.
I was terminally ill.
Stage four melanoma when they came to me.
Cellular replication?
They did it?
The cancer went into complete remission.
It was a miracle...
At least for a while.
But the procedure didn't fully take.
The cells— They aren't stable.
My cancer is gone, but...
I'm still dying.
There are no files.
- What? - It's all up here.
I'll do it, Nadine.
I'll help you.
But just so you know, I-I don't do my best work
at gunpoint.
Walter said the shapeshifters
that we encountered at the train yards
weren't able to complete their shifts,
that they were flawed.
And this has to do with Dr. Truss how?
Uh, well...
The, uh, cellular replication project he was working on...
They might require his expertise.
So you're suggesting Malcolm Truss was kidnapped
so the shapeshifter could perfect itself.
If the shapeshifter needs Malcolm to fix itself,
then they need equipment—
Medical supplies— Which means they're on the move.
Malcolm's car was missing from his home.
We put the, uh, plates and car's make out to local PD.
Well, if the shapeshifter's flawed,
then it might have something to do
with the tech Dr. Bishop pulled from inside
the two we killed at the train yard.
Maybe that's what's malfunctioning.
I checked with tech services.
They don't even know what the device is,
the purpose it serves—
They're memory disks.
I've seen them before.
Those devices you're talking about,
they're memory disks.
What do you know about shapeshifters?
Quite a lot, actually.
Enlighten me.
Well, I know if you shoot them in the head,
- they bleed Mercury. - Those are the old ones.
What about the new ones— The human shapeshifters?
The what?
They're prototypes, human hybrids.
Tell us about the memory disks.
Look, they're a lot more than that, actually.
The disks are divided up into three different partitions—
Cognitive functions, biochemical functions,
and mission objective.
And you know all this how?
Because I've decrypted a couple of them myself.
If you've decrypted their tech before,
you think you could do it again?
I'll ask the questions, Agent Lee.
We've been sitting on this tech for weeks.
Our people aren't able to crack it.
What's the harm in letting him try?
You about done?
Lincoln has a point.
What is the harm in letting me try?
What is it that you're after?
You're obviously not doing this
out of the goodness of your heart,
so what is it that you want?
I just want to talk to Walter again.
Well, we tried that already.
In case you didn't notice, it didn't go so well.
I don't see the point in letting you upset him again.
I'm sorry about that.
I was talking to him like he was the man that I knew,
which clearly he is not.
He's different, just like you are.
But I need his help.
And you need mine.
Anyone have a better idea?
I'll see what I can do.
I hope you have money.
You're bleeding.
You should wash up. I'll take care of this.
I told you I would help you, Nadine.
I meant it.
She's adorable.
Is that your little girl?
Yes...
My daughter, Hayley.
That's a pretty name.
Karen, my wife...
She always wanted kids.
I was too busy with work.
And when that ended, I guess I was just too angry
to think about what she wanted.
Still...
I guess I'm hoping that one day
she'll let me be a part of her life again.
Dispatch, this is Sierra 2-4.
I think I've got a visual
on that stolen plate they put the bolo out on, over.
Go ahead, Sierra 2-4.
Plate reads Five, Lima, Tango, three, one, six.
- Over. - Yeah, that's the plate.
Be advised, Sierra 2-4,
the suspect is armed and dangerous.
Stand down and wait for backup, over.
Roger that— Waiting for backup.
Sierra 2-4 out.
And, uh, $20 on pump 2.
Ready?
Yep.
Okay, our mystery man is all set up
with the device we got off the shapeshifter.
And I requisitioned all of the equipment he asked for.
And do you think that he's confident
he can do something with it?
He seems pretty confident, in general.
Olivia...
I may have only met you a few weeks ago,
but I think I know you well enough to know
that this guy's gotten to you.
You didn't ask me to take him that tech
because you had a dentist appointment.
He was in my dreams, and now he's here.
I-I-I can...
Maybe understand why he would be in Walter's head,
if he's some iteration of his son, but...
Why mine?
Okay, we got a hit
on Malcolm Truss' plates—
Two hours from here, Rutland, Vermont.
Truss comes in at 11:53 A.M.,
pays for his gas in cash, alone.
Not exactly the behavior
of someone being held against their will.
Seems more like an accomplice.
Unless he doesn't know he's with a shapeshifter.
The people I work for built this lab
according to the specifications in your file.
Automated tissue microarrayer,
blood gas analyzer, centrifuges.
I think you'll find we've got everything you'll need.
This is amazing.
The artificial tissue has adapted...
Remarkably well.
Considering the extent of the grafting,
it's lucky your body didn't reject it.
The fact that you're even alive
is nothing short of a miracle.
Then I suppose that would make you a miracle-worker.
After all, the grafts were based on your research.
I never thought I'd say this, but...
I wish William Bell were alive...
Just so he could see you.
I truly believed that the work that we were doing
was going to change the world.
And just like that...
Bell shut down the project.
And all he could say was,
"some things are not ours to tamper with.
"Some things...
Are God's."
One man shouldn't stand
in the way of progress, not even William Bell.
Well, the good news is
I found the source of the cellular degeneration.
Uh, your genome isn't fully propagating
- through the artificial tissues. - Can you fix it?
I had hoped this day would come.
Yes, I can.
Hello, Walter.
Nina.
I'm probably the last person in the world
you want to see right now.
But Olivia said you weren't doing so well.
This man claiming to be your son, Walter...
If there was ever a time to try to get past our differences,
it seemed like now.
I'm fine.
The man is a scientific anomaly, nothing more.
Walter, you're making Peter's favorite dessert.
I find that baking custard calms me.
Seeing this man has brought up many things
I've tried to forget.
That night at the lake, you begged me to stop,
but I couldn't.
I couldn't watch Peter die, not again.
I couldn't stand by and do nothing.
- Walter— - I've hated you.
For 25 years, I hated you.
Had you not been there,
the vial wouldn't have been broken,
and I would've healed Peter on the other side.
He wouldn't have fallen through the ice.
I blamed you for the death of my son.
I blamed you.
I couldn't live with myself...
Because you were right.
I'd crossed the line.
For the sake of one life,
I destroyed two worlds.
And over the years, I've come to terms
with the fact that I deserve to be punished...
- To suffer. - No.
Walter, you're not that man anymore.
I've watched you.
Working with the Fringe Division,
you've done everything in your power
to heal the damage.
I saw him, Nina...
The man.
I saw my boy
in that man's eyes.
The way he looked that night in the ice...
Floating away from me.
God help me, I...
Saw the eyes of my boy in a man's face.
That filled me with...
Indescribable joy.
But I don't deserve joy.
For anyone else,
this would be received as a miracle—
To get a glimpse of their dead son.
Why should I be rewarded for what I've done?
Because maybe you've suffered enough.
No, I can't explain it, Walter.
I don't know why he's here.
I don't know where he came from.
But maybe you've just been given a second chance.
I was told you found something.
It's a DNA sequence.
Meaning what exactly?
Meaning I found six distinct genetic profiles
on that memory from the shapeshifter tech.
Apparently these things are able to switch
between every single identity they've ever taken,
not just one.
That's gonna make it a lot more difficult to find them.
No, it's gonna make them impossible to find.
The new, improved models do a lot more than
just take on the appearance of another person.
They replicate their victims down to the molecular level,
including every last strand of DNA.
You're saying these shapeshifters
will be completely indistinguishable
from whoever they're impersonating?
They're the perfect infiltrators.
By transforming their DNA,
they can become anyone.
They perfect this technology,
and they can get close to us.
They could replace any one of us.
And short of performing surgery to find those memory disks,
you would have absolutely no way of knowing.
Okay.
You should lie back.
You may feel a little nauseous.
Nadine?
What the hell?
What is it?
Why do you look like my wife?
You said you were going to help me, Malcolm,
and you will.
Get me Broyles, now.
Progress?
This thing's broadcasting some kind of signal.
To who?
That's just the problem.
I can't break the high-grade encryption
without a significant increase in CPU cycles.
Meaning?
I need a bigger computer.
Just like old times...
Sort of.
How long is this gonna take?
Not long at all.
Those are coordinates.
To what?
Could you pull me up a map of the city?
So what do luxury cars and shapeshifters have in common?
They both have LoJack systems apparently.
You're saying these things have— Have tracking devices?
Yeah, I think whoever's in charge wants
to keep an eye on his agents.
That's t one that you guys have here.
The one we just hooked up.
But there are actually two different sets of coordinates
- being broadcast. - That's by the port.
I think you just found our shapeshifter.
For the time being.
But whoever's monitoring that network,
they're going to know that I breached it.
They can shut down our access at any time.
We should move.
How did you do that?
Why did you look like my wife?
My offer was sincere...
To continue your research with people
who'd provide the resources to complete your work.
What people?
Why did you look like my wife?
Malcolm, it's not important right now.
Why did you look like my wife?
Malcolm...
Great progress requires great sacrifice.
Your work created me.
Malcolm, you need to step back
and see things objectively
as a scientist.
You let go of Karen long ago for a greater purpose.
Don't let that all be for nothing.
I'm offering you something precious...
An opportunity to take back
what William Bell took from you—
Your legacy.
It may be possible...
To alter the compound...
To accommodate...
Multiple genomes.
How?
We need to induce a state
of permanent hyper-replication.
Ah!
What are you doing?
I am adding a bonding agent.
I'm familiar enough with biochemistry
to know that restriction enzymes would fragment my DNA
and trigger a massive internal hemorrhage.
Ah!
Finish what you started.
I won't ask again.
Okay, we'll take front. You go on my signal.
How much longer?
Five minutes for the centrifugation process.
And then we'll know if the serum's complete.
Team one in position.
Team two in position.
On your go.
I got her.
Oh, my God.
She's headed to the roof.
Okay. This is Agent Dunham.
Agent Warrick is down.
We need paramedics on the roof now.
She jumped.
Mr. Truss?
Agent Olivia Dunham.
Uh, I understand that it's been a long day.
We're just going to need to get a statement from you.
And then an agent will take you home.
What that...
Thing said about Karen...
It's true, isn't it?
She's dead?
H.P.D. found your wife in her home this morning.
I'm so sorry.
It's my fault.
"Some things are not ours to tamper with."
Excuse me?
It's something someone said to me once.
I didn't understand it at the time.
But I do now.
Dunham!
Excuse me.
The dive team— They just found a body.
That's not our shapeshifter.
That's Agent Warrick.
Get dispatch on the line.
We need all available units on that ambulance now.
Agent Dunham, I have those hourlies you asked for.
Thank you, Jill.
I sent the reports to Broyles,
so all the paperwork is done.
Thanks.
We're gonna find her, Lincoln.
I mean, look at how much more we know now
than we did this morning.
Yeah.
Do you want to go get a bite to eat or something?
No.
Uh, thank you.
I, um— I'm going to head back to the hotel.
Good night.
Night.
Agent Dunham, I have those hourlies that you asked for.
Uh...
Didn't we already do this?
I'm sorry?
You already gave me the fi—
Agent Dunham, are you all right?
Yeah.
Just a little tired, I think. Thank you.
Are they feeding you?
Yeah.
Walter, I know how strange this all is,
how hard it must be for you,
but I don't know what to do.
Nobody remembers me here.
Olivia looks at me like I'm a stranger,
like she's afraid of me.
I know what you're capable of.
I need your help, Walter,
to fix this.
Every day...
For the past 25 years...
I've tried to imagine what you would look like as a man...
My son.
But I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you.
I realize now this was my punishment.
You were sent to tempt me,
to see if I would repeat the mistakes of the past.
You shouldn't be here.
Walter, no.
Wherever you came from,
however you got here, it doesn't matter.
I can't help you.
Walter, you don't understand.
I tried to help a boy,
a version of my son,
25 years ago.
But that boy was never my son...
And neither are you.
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