We'll be waiting for them.
Put your hands up.
Previously on Fringe...
His name is David Robert Jones.
He was looking for a mineral named amphilicite.
Enough to blow a hole in the universe.
That tracker we had on Jones,
how did he pinpoint
the wavelength we were on that quickly?
Colonel Broyles, we lost him.
Roger that.
You think someone from our team told him?
You have a better idea?
Officer down!
Who knew? We've got to find out.
Hey, Linc— Linc.
I've been blown up before. This is nothing.
What's going on?
Captain Lee, he didn't make it.
I don't like funerals.
I never know what I'm supposed to say.
There's nothing you can say.
This isn't right.
Our children aren't supposed to die before we do.
We are going to do everything that we can
to find who's responsible and bring them to justice.
I give you my word.
Thank you.
I'm rather unclear.
In exchange for this reduced sentence,
what do you expect from me?
I believe that David Robert Jones
has a mole in the Department of Defense.
Among other things, someone tipped him off
about the location of a prisoner transport,
which allowed his men to ambush my team
and kill my partner.
So you're going to tell me who tipped off Jones.
This is your last chance.
One-time only offer signed by the Secretary of Defense.
And soon Jones and everyone who worked for him
will find themselves rotting in a cell just like you.
Well, you needn't worry about me, Agent Dunham.
You see, I'm not gonna be here very long.
It's your world you ought to be concerned about.
Because as bad as you think things are now,
things are going to get much worse.
Can anyone here tell me
what we are in the business of doing?
We are in the business of making money.
Do you agree, Mr. Delman?
Yes, Mr. Bauer.
Can you explain to me why Hamilton and I
had to cancel our flight to Baltimore this morning?
Um, well,
uh, because—
Because you and your associates
failed to finish the presentation.
Yes, Mr. Bauer.
So you're telling me that this company
has to forfeit on one of its largest accounts
because you didn't do your job?
Is that right?
Yes, sir.
Well, then it should come as no surprise
to anyone in this room, especially you,
Mr. Delman, you are—
What the hell is happening?
What am I doing—
I can't move!
Somebody get me down!
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It's a miracle we made it in one piece.
You drive like a daredevil.
For the 11th time, Walter, I drive the speed limit.
Most automobile fatalities
occur driving between work and home.
Yeah, so does most driving.
Ascot, look.
It's my son and his girlfriend.
I called your house last night, Peter.
You didn't answer.
That's 'cause I was out.
With Agent Dunham, I presume,
making up for lost time.
Uh, you wanna let us know what we're in for?
Yeah, about an hour ago two men were killed
in this building simultaneously.
Witnesses say that they were both lifted
several feet in the air and then driven back down
to the ground by some unseen force.
They died on impact.
Bones in the lower half of his body are completely shattered.
- Feel this. - Oh, please, can I?
He's dead, Peter. You can't hurt him.
Not really what I was concerned about.
I'm seeing similar injuries over here.
How come out of this entire building,
it only happened to these two?
The wrath of God is revealed from heaven
against all unrighteous men.
Romans 1:18.
That's the theory?
The hand of God reached down from the skies
and punished these people for their sins?
One could argue that God kills us all.
Although typically not in such a direct manner.
Spinal column's crushed.
Hip bone pushed up through his torso.
All injuries consistent with impact.
Yeah, sure, but from that height
the fall couldn't possible have produced a velocity
to do that.
No, you're right.
His injuries would require much more velocity.
So tell me exactly what happened.
He was, um, yelling,
and I thought for sure he was gonna fire me.
He's yelled at us before, but not like this.
I've never seen him so angry.
And then all of a sudden,
he was pulled up out of his chair
by, like, this invisible hand or something.
Excuse me.
What you got?
It's a laceration of some sort.
Could you check the other victim's abdomen
for abrasions, dear?
Yeah, I got one here too.
It's just above the waist.
What do you think
could have caused that?
I'm not sure yet.
A seatbelt.
Look at the way the laceration
extends across the waist.
If these people weren't in an office building,
you'd swear they were in a car crash together.
We have a third victim.
Broyles just called,
and apparently they found a man
who died in his apartment in Brooklyn.
His injuries and time of death
are consistent with the men here,
and he was a pilot.
Yes, yes.
Yes.
The crushed spinal column,
the broken femurs.
These men's wounds are consistent with a plane crash.
That's brilliant, dear.
Walter, how could these people
have been in a plane crash
if neither of them was in a plane?
Right.
There is that.
I might have an idea.
Sir, the other side was correct.
There was a plane crash.
When did it happen?
Approximately 90 minutes ago just after takeoff
from an airfield in Teaneck.
Casualties?
Two men and the pilot.
Just the person I wanted to see.
Coordinate with NTSB to take possession
of the wreckage and the bodies.
Yes, Sir.
I've narrowed it down to 108 names.
108 names?
Everyone who had operational clearance
and would have known about the prisoner transport.
I want to initiate background checks
and electronic surveillance.
You're talking about investigating our own people,
many of whom work for DOD and outrank both of us.
Sir, Jones has been a step ahead of us the whole way.
He knew we were coming,
and he moved his entire shapeshifter operation.
When we were tracking him,
he knew what frequency we were on.
Someone inside tipped of Nina Sharp
and got Lincoln killed.
I understand.
But this level of surveillance comes with a lot of red tape.
I'll cut through it.
In the meantime, I need you on something else.
A charter plane crashed in New Jersey this morning,
killing everyone on board.
Apparently it also killed
their counterparts on the other side.
How's that possible?
I don't know.
But I want you to report to the bridge
and pick up members from the other Fringe Division.
We'll be investigating this together.
Yes, Sir.
Agent Dunham, are you ready?
Uh, almost.
Always like to empty my bladder before a long trip.
Walter, you do realize that we're just walking
through a door.
It's better safe than sorry.
We're ready, Sergeant.
Dr. Walter Bishop?
Yes, that's me. Walter Bishop, consultant.
Place your hand on the screen, please.
Do you have a pacemaker?
No.
- Have you ever been diagnosed with smallpox? - No.
- Tuberculosis? - No.
- Malaria? - No.
Are you on any medications?
Several. Mostly recreational.
It's okay.
Per treaty code 5891J,
once you cross over, you will be subject
to the same laws and regulations
as any naturalized citizen of the other side.
Do you understand?
I do.
Initiating scan.
Scan complete.
Walter, are you sure that you don't want me to go with you?
I'm sure, dear.
Once Peter receives the bodies at the lab,
he'll need your help to examine them.
And when I've collected samples
from the bodies on the other side,
I'll return and we can compare the two.
Besides, I'm sure you love birds
could use a little time together.
Walter.
And thank you for trusting me.
This is a really big step for me.
Ah, my escort is here.
And by escort, I don't mean prostitute.
Good to see you.
You too.
Shall we?
How is she doing?
As well as can be expected
considering she just lost her partner.
She wants to find the people responsible.
Yeah, I hope she does.
She's lucky to have your help, Lincoln.
Take care of Walter.
I will.
- Agent Dunham. - Sergeant.
These two are with me.
What is this?
It's a list of hot spots
where the damage was the worst.
I see.
It's getting better, though.
The bridge is helping to heal our world.
You're all set.
Thank you.
Oh, Agent Dunham,
sorry to hear about Agent Lee.
He was a good man.
Thank you.
I wanted to bring a casserole.
Casserole?
Well, in times of grief, people need to eat.
But apparently it's forbidden
to transport perishables between the universes.
Dr. Bishop, do you have a theory
as to how a plane crash in one universe
can kill people in the other?
No, not yet.
In all our years of researching
the relationship between the universes,
Belly and I were successfully able to transport matter
from one side to the other.
Even to merge tiny portions of both universes,
but it never occurred to us
that an event that happened in one universe
would cause a reaction on the other.
But do you think that someone
could have caused this?
On purpose?
Anything's possible, even Santa Claus.
Why?
You don't think Jones
had something to do with this, do you?
It's just Nina Sharp said that things
were about to get a lot worse,
and then about an hour later, this happened.
It's possible.
But if Jones caused this,
he's conceived of something Belly and I never did.
What are you looking for?
Not looking. Listening.
You hear that?
It's a perfect "G".
A hand.
I removed it from one of the victims
on our side.
You couldn't bring over a casserole,
but a severed hand is okay?
Shh.
That's a "G".
That's incorrect. It should be a "C".
You see, each universe vibrates
at its own specific frequencies.
Everything from this universe
would vibrate at a "G",
and everything from our universe at "C".
Somehow the victims on our side
were made to vibrate at the frequency
of this universe.
So you're saying that the doppelgangers
were somehow linked across universes?
- Yes, it would seem so. - How?
How were the bodies retuned?
That's a good question.
Well, do you think maybe that's what killed them?
That's another good question, but I don't think so.
I suggest it was the plane crash that killed them,
not the retuning, as you call it.
But it stands to reason that somehow
the events were linked.
Have you recovered the black box yet?
What's a black box?
From the plane. The cockpit recorder.
We don't have that.
But satellites record all communication in flight.
Two-eight-niner,
departure radar has you at 8,000 feet.
Maintain at heading 2-2-0.
Idlewild control,
we appear to be running into some turbulence.
Request permission to climb another—
What the hell was that?
Say again, two-eight-niner?
ATC, aircraft is coming apart.
Systems failing! Vertical control is—
Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!
The wing!
Would you like for me to play that again?
No.
That won't be necessary.
If my hypothesis is correct,
whatever merged the frequencies of the two universes
destabilized the aircraft.
Whoever's responsible
must have attached some sort of device to the craft.
Okay, well, what if you're right?
I mean, why?
Doesn't feel like an assassination.
So what, is it a threat?
What are they trying to prove?
I haven't the slightest.
Sorry that I'm late.
No matter.
Gave me time to enjoy my tea.
I must say,
Matcha is one of the few things I'm going to miss.
How did our experiment
with the plane go?
Better than we expected.
Do you have a preference for this next one?
Surprise me.
Hey, you.
Hey.
How was the service?
It was difficult.
I'm so sorry.
It's fine.
- How's Chris? - He's good.
Can't stop talking about some girl in his class.
If only I could get him to pay half as much attention
to his homework as he does to those girls.
Where is he?
He's in the living room.
We've been entertaining your friend.
What friend?
Oh, hey, dad.
Hello, Phillip.
I'm just catching up with Christopher here.
He really is a remarkable young man.
It's a pleasure to finally meet him.
We have protocols for making contact.
Showing up in my home isn't one of them.
I see where my showing up unannounced
would be worrying.
But I wanted to bring this to you
personally.
I understand it's a tad overdue.
Christopher's responding extraordinarily well
to treatment.
It's hard to imagine that a few months ago
he was in constant pain,
his eyesight was gone, that he was—
Dying.
Every parent's nightmare.
Christopher, come help me in the kitchen!
I certainly don't envy what you've been through.
I noticed the way your wife looks at him.
It's as if she's witnessing a miracle.
But there aren't miracles.
That's what you're here to remind me, am I right?
I'm sure you were dismayed
after the unfortunate incident with Agent Lee.
I buried an agent today.
A good man.
And I'm also well aware that Agent Lee
isn't the first casualty of our collaboration.
Some day I'll have to account for what I've done, but...
But you can't lose your boy.
Love makes us vulnerable.
But it also makes us human, I suppose.
Is there anything else?
No.
Not yet.
But I will be calling on you very shortly.
Right here's fine.
I'm going to Liberty Heights.
What's that?
Did you find everything you were looking for?
Mm-hmm.
That'll be $18.47.
Astrid, we're here.
According to the cops,
the cab went over the bridge at exactly 6:37,
the same time the victim died on the other side.
Hello.
My team's online.
We're just standing by.
I'm ready whenever they are.
It's nice to see you again.
Yes.
Um...
I brought you something.
Oh, no, no, it's okay.
I got permission.
You like it?
I never thought that I was going to taste this again.
Oh, here they are.
Hello.
Can you tell Agent Dunham
that our victim's name is Nancy Guerring.
According to her Show Me,
she's from Malden, Massachusetts.
Hey, there you are.
Domesticated badgers, really? As pets?
Come on, Walter. We need you.
Olivia, their victim's name is Nancy Guerring.
Same here.
Nancy Elizabeth Guerring.
Ask if her left arm is broken.
Is her left arm broken?
Yep.
Hey, Astrid,
can you ask Walter
what it is I'm looking for?
What this device might look like?
Doctor Bishop says that a device this powerful
is probably rather large.
Uh, Peter,
Walter says the device could be rather large.
Or it might be small.
Actually, I don't think he has any idea
what it looks like.
I got something.
Hold on.
We found something.
What is it?
Amphilicite.
Jones.
Have we found a similar device at the crash site?
No, but considering the wreckage,
it could have been destroyed.
Dr. Bishop, do you have any idea
what Jones is trying to do?
He's done it twice,
originating once in each universe.
So why?
- He must have a reason. - Of course he has a reason.
Problem is I don't know what it is.
I'm sorry.
It's been a long day.
Maybe after a good night's sleep.
I think you're right.
Although the pillow I was given last night
left me with a terrible crick.
Apparently this universe
hasn't discovered memory foam.
You know, Walter, you can stay at my place tonight if you like.
I got a spare room.
I appreciate that. Thank you.
And I shall refrain from sleeping naked.
Well, that is good to know.
Okay, I'm gonna get my bag.
Colonel Broyles.
I wanted to apologize.
For what?
For snapping at you.
It's not you I'm angry with.
None of what Jones is doing
would be possible without the right conditions.
I created those conditions
by crossing over all those years ago.
Had I not done that,
we wouldn't be in this situation now.
Dr. Bishop.
May I ask you something?
Of course.
If you had to do it all over again,
would you make the same choice?
If you'd asked me that question a few months ago,
the answer would have been no.
But now that I have met my adult son,
got to know him,
I don't know that I'd do anything differently.
Agent Dunham, I ran the names,
all their cell records, electronic communication—
I'm sorry, what?
The list of 108 names that you gave to Colonel Broyles.
He got clearance and asked me to look into them.
Did you find anything?
I ran the data twice.
There is nothing to implicate any of them.
Nothing at all out of the ordinary.
Do you want me to run the information for a third time?
No, it's okay. Thank you, though.
You wanna tell me what this is?
No.
All you need to know is what you're to do with it.
Take it to Liberty Island,
to what I believe you call the bridge,
and affix it to the control panel
on the machine.
You do realize that machine is healing our worlds?
I do.
Need I remind you who I am healing?
No hurry.
Any time before sundown tomorrow should be fine.
So your mother tells me you have some good news.
I told her not to say anything.
She didn't. That's all she said.
I'm waiting to hear it from you,
so spill it.
Okay.
So today at recess
a bunch of the guys were playing hitball.
And when they started picking the teams,
I got picked first.
That's great.
No, dad, you don't understand.
I got picked first, me.
So who won the game?
We did.
Now that's good news.
It gets better.
Really?
Yeah, so Stacy, this girl in my class,
told Danny that she likes me.
Can you believe that?
Dad, no one's ever liked me.
I'm glad you had a good day.
Good night, Chris.
Good night, dad.
Can't you sleep?
Is the bed too hard?
No, I was sleeping like a baby.
Sadly my bladder was not.
You're a lot like her, you know?
The other Olivia.
She has trouble sleeping too when there's an open case.
It's not the case.
It's the evidence from Lincoln's murder.
I see.
Are you looking for something in particular?
A mole.
The night that he died,
we were transporting a prisoner,
and someone must have let Jones's men know
the location of our convoy.
And then he sent his people into ambush us.
I'm sorry, I don't usually drink,
and my ex, Frank, he left this here
when he moved out.
Are these the rest of Frank's belongings?
No.
That's everything that Lincoln had left
in Fringe Division.
And I'm supposed to give it to his parents,
and I just can't face them,
not until I got something more to tell them.
And I thought this would give me some courage,
but all it's done is just make me feel
a little bit sick.
I have just the thing for that.
Some people swear by hair of the dog,
but I prefer nature's sponge, the egg.
It won't be long.
I'm missing something. I know I am, Walter.
Then I suggest you sleep on it.
Our brains are remarkable instruments.
They can process evidence even when we're not conscious.
Yeah, but that's the thing, there is no evidence.
I mean, there is absolutely nothing
linking any of the likely suspects
to the crime.
Then perhaps it's time to give some thought
to the dog that did not bark.
I don't understand.
Sherlock Holmes.
Fictitious detective.
Penchant for cocaine?
No, not on this side.
The point is no evidence
is evidence in and of itself.
Okay.
So what if our mole is covering his tracks?
Then it would have to be someone pretty high up
on the food chain.
I mean, someone with enough clearance
to alter classified details.
How 'bout Colonel Broyles?
No.
Broyles? No way.
You know him better than I do.
But in the case of a mole,
no one should be above suspicion.
Frankly, I'm still upset about Nixon.
I don't suppose you brought me my breakfast.
Is there a reason for the additional privacy?
I just wanted to tell you in person
that we found our mole.
We have Colonel Broyles in custody.
He told us everything,
so he won't be able to set you free anymore.
You really have no idea.
Phillip is irrelevant.
He's just another pawn.
This changes nothing, Agent Dunham.
I know Jones,
and he will come for me.
Perhaps.
Unless you're just another pawn.
She just confirmed it's Broyles.
For all we know, Nina Sharp is lying.
Why would she lie to me? What does she have to gain?
Maybe she knew you were bluffing.
Agents, I've been asking around.
No one has seen Colonel Broyles come in today.
I checked, and his subcutaneous tracker
was disabled two hours ago.
Should we be worried?
Good morning, Sir.
Your Show Me, please.
Thank you.
How you doing today?
Fine, thanks.
Sir...
You are good to go.
Okay, well, thank you, Diane.
I'm really sorry to have bothered you at home.
Bye.
Colonel Broyles's Show Me was just swiped at Liberty Island.
- What's he doing there? - The bridge is there.
The Secretary of Defense.
He could be doing any number of things.
Come on.
Agent Dunham.
Did Colonel Broyles come through here?
Yeah, about ten minutes ago.
Hey, you haven't been cleared!
Come on.
I got your message.
Colonel Broyles just turned himself in.
He told us everything.
I'm sorry.
Well, dear, I guess this is it.
Thank you for everything.
Don't judge him.
No one can be certain exactly what they're capable of,
how far they'll go to save the ones they love.
I know this more than most.
Keep an eye on this universe, will you?
I've grown quite fond of it.
See, I'm surprised that you're not going back with him.
I told you I'd help find the people
who killed your partner. And mine.
And until we do that,
I'm not going anywhere.
Look, it might not feel like it now,
but it does get better.
Walter, what's up?
We got here as quick as we could.
I know why he did it twice.
Jones, I think I know what he's doing.
- Okay. - It was a test.
The damage we saw was irrelevant.
He was just taking readings.
Well, what kind of readings?
He wanted to find a common denominator,
a frequency that could link both universes.
Right, so that whatever he did over there,
the same thing would happen over here.
We already know that, Walter.
No.
That was just a start.
Had Colonel Broyles uploaded this device into the machine,
it would make it possible
for Jones to do something much worse.
Like what?
He could collapse both universes.
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