Fringe (2008–2013): Season 4, Episode 11 - Making Angels - full transcript

Our Astrid gets an unexpected visit from her Alternate, while Peter and Olivia track a killer using a toxin that has yet to be invented. Both universes collide in a case that pushes the boundaries of what is possible.

Previously on Fringe...

There is an alternate universe,

and in it,
another version of us.

Agent Farnsworth?

Broyles, Phillip, Colonel.

That woman
processes more information

in an hour than you and I will
in a lifetime.

37 people in the intersection.

22 cars, 4 trucks, 2 buses.

Wind speeds of
5 to 10 miles an hour,

and that is just to start.



They kidnapped
Olivia to the other side.

For weeks, that awful woman

pranced around my lab.

She's evil.
She's a temptress.

And I fell
right into her vagenda.

"Vagenda"?

Is that an observer?

Is that what you call him?

They are not limited

by our human perception
of time.

I think these guys show up
at important moments.

We've been looking
at these people

for three years.

Why did he make contact now?



Malignant?

But it's small,
and it's the early days.

And with radiation,
this type of carcinoma

is 95% treatable.

95% survivable, Chet.

That's better odds than you got
driving up the Mass Pike.

I've known you what, 20 years?

We're going to get through this.

Tissue connectivity.

That's what goes last.

I'm sorry?

First, there's the cure--
Radiation.

It makes you sick, weak.

But it doesn't work.

Not this time,
not in your case.

The cancer has multiplied.

They try chemo,

but the cell replication rate
is just too high.

Your bones hurt.
They ache.

They burn.

Renal failure comes next.

And soon, you lose all mobility
below the waist.

Impotence, incontinence,
and finally,

full respiratory failure.

All from one...

Tiny mole.

Doctor told me I have
a 95% chance.

You're the other 5%.

Initiate scan.

Welcome, Agent.

You wanted to see us, Colonel?

The bridge was activated
an hour ago.

An agent crossed over
to the other side

without any mission imperative.

Who was it?

Are you suggesting
that somebody defected?

I can't imagine.
It was Agent Farnsworth.

That's impossible.

Who-- who gave her clearance?

She did.

Agent Farnsworth has
the same security clearance

as any Senior Fringe Agent.

In fact, she's responsible
for processing

transit papers and clearance.

It just never occurred to us--

- That she would use it for herself.
- Correct.

What's she doing over there?

We don't know.

She went off the grid
immediately

after crossing over.

All right.

Let's send a team of agents
to retrieve her.

No, she must've had a reason.

Astrid doesn't do anything
without a reason,

and after the day she's had,

I got a hunch
where she's headed.

I'll go get her.

What would you say
to some eggs?

I had a marvelous dream
last night

in which eggs played
a prominent part.

I would say...

That we've only been working
for three hours,

and we've already taken
two food breaks.

At this rate,
I'll never get home.

I miss the other one.

I'm almost afraid to ask.

Boy. The other boy.
He doesn't starve me.

Which other boy?

The one who plays chess.

Lincoln?

That's the one.
I prefer him.



Well, Lincoln's not here,
Walter.

He's in Hartford.
It's his goddaughter's birthday.

Remember? And I'd be happy
to play with you

after we finish our work.

Frankly, I don't think you'd be
much of a challenge.

I got a challenge for ya.

Why don't we fix the machine?

Hello.

Hello.

How about you and I share

some delightful
scrambled eggs, Astro?

It's Astrid.

That's funny.

You never correct me.

You're not you, are you?

I don't think what he meant
was "I'll call you."

I think what he meant was
"I'll never call you."

Hello.

What happened?

I always wondered why
nobody does that.

What are you doing here, Agent?

I came here to meet her.

Hi.

Hello.

Olivia told me about you.

But it's nice to meet you
personally in the flesh.

All personal meetings
are in the flesh.

Yes, I-I suppose they are.

I thought I would come here.

I didn't know
where to go after.

Mother might have had traditions
for such occasions,

but I don't know.

I don't remember her.

My mother died of cancer
when I was a girl.

Did yours as well?

Yes.

At first I thought
I would walk in the park.

But it was so cold.

And I could not stop thinking
about the words

Reverend Stewart said.

What a leader he was,
a great man,

a great friend.

Reverend Stewart said
he would be sorely missed.

And they lowered the box
down into the ground,

and we put down flowers.

And I didn't know where to go.

Because the park was so cold.

May I ask you a question?

Yours-- Did you love him?

Astrid...

What's going on?

I think my f--

I-I think her father
is dead.

Dunham.

Perhaps y-you would both
like to join me

in a plate of eggs.

W-with chives.

Walter, now is not the time.

Nonsense.

N-nearly all cultures
react to death with food.

Okay, uh, we just caught a case.

And my double's
on her way here to--

To sort this out.

Olivia! The viper?

- Walter.
- What?

I know. Detente.

That's not to say
I have to like her.

Do you think that one of us
should wait here with--

No, there's no need.

We will be fine.
Astrid and I--

Really?
You get her name right.

Astrid and I
can wait here alone,

can't we, dear?

I'm sure she'll be
great company.

Boston Police found the body

at 9:30 this morning.

He was coming home
from his doctor's office.

Less than six hours ago,
Chet Williams was diagnosed

with stage I melanoma.

Stage one.
That has a survival rate of 95%.

And that's without introducing
even one frog rectally

to slow cell division.

- What?
- What?

Nothing.

So what are these?

Bad mascara day?

I'd say bad day all around.

I mean, can-- can someone
actually cry blood?

Rarely.

Certain viruses--

Ebola, say-- Can cause bleeding
from the tear ducts,

but only after most
of the organs are liquefied.

Check his crotch.

I'm-- I'm sorry?

Don't be a prude.

Oh, you-- you see?

There's no bleeding
from the urethra.

So I would say his organs
are not liquefied.

Okay, good news.

Walter says that his organs
haven't liquefied.

So then what else
could cause this?

Nothing.
Nothing real, at least.

There is a-a legendary

alchemical mixture--
A-a potion, as it were--

Called The Tears Of Ra.

Egyptians used it
to euthanize beloved pets

so that they could be buried
with their owners

who pre-deceased them.

But it's just a myth.

Well, bring the
body back to the lab.

And-- and also, I'd like
some vanilla ice cream.

Kirk out.

You talk through her.

You're Astrid.
You talk through her.

As if you were one person.

Yes, you could say it that way.

It must be pleasant.

Yes.

I suppose it is.

Thanks. You can follow
us back to the lab.

Yeah.

All right, keep me posted.

Right.

I think we have located it.

0.26 pounds.

17% lighter
than an average human kidney.

Okay, Chet Williams.

38 years old.

Manufactures consumer goods
overseas.

Uh, single...

No debt...

No drug issues.

His friends say
that he's a nice guy.

So nobody someone
would want to kill?

Well, everybody has somebody
who wants to kill them.

And voila.

The deadly culprit
reveals itself.

Odd.

Always makes me nervous
when he says that.

An interaction
of chemical compounds

I've not seen before.

Aspirin...

Predictive sciences says
that these compounds

shouldn't interact,
but they do.

So what, you're saying
that it's magic?

It's science.
Just unusual science.

Huh.

The way that six different
alcohols create a flavor

identical to iced tea.

Amen to that.

It works, but no one could've
predicted it would work.

So you're saying
that he was killed

by a poison
that no one invented.

It should go without saying,
but that's impossible.

I think we're aware
of that, Peter.

Oh. Isn't this a party?

Hey, girls.

Mata Hari.

Deceived and betrayed
anyone yet today?

It is almost lunchtime,
after all.

Deus ex machina.

The Hand of God?

The interaction of the chemicals
in the poison

is not predictable.

The creation
of the toxin requires

the assumption
that these compounds

can intermingle, and in fact,

these compounds
do not intermingle--

Except when they are all
mixed together, they do,

which is a completely
unpredictable event.

Okay, just so I'm clear--

you're saying that a person
would have to--

See that the chemicals
had already been combined

in order to know
how to combine them?

Yes, and the chances of that
occurring randomly

are less than 0.10%.

Therefore, there is a root
of the equation

that is outside our realm
of causality,

deus ex machina,
the hand of God.

But Astrid, are you trying
to tell us

that God taught our perp
how to mix a mythical poison?

God...

Or godlike powers.

It--

It's the only thing
that makes sense.

Come with me.

I'll need your help
to identify the origin

of these component compounds.

I think I love her.

Okay, well,

I guess that, uh, we're not
gonna go straight home.

Cold Chinese in the fridge?

Uh, yeah.

I'll check.

Here you go.

You're putting up a good fight.

But you're not going to win.

You're gonna take that drink,

and from there
it's all downhill.

But you know the saddest part?

The drinking doesn't kill you.

Instead, it shatters the lives
of everyone around you.

Everyone you love.

Your boyfriend is going
to be killed in a car accident

with you behind the wheel.

Your brother

is going to alienate
his wife and daughter,

throw away his own future
trying to rescue you.

But he fails.

No one can see the future.

You're right.
There is no future.

There's no past.
Everything happens right now.

Now that you're back,

I can finally rid myself
of this junk

you left behind in your haste
to slink away.

Walter, you've been holding
onto this stuff

all this time?

I didn't steal anything,
if that's what you're implying.

Although I admit
that this one item

confounded me.

Just another of your tools
of spy craft, I imagine.

A sinister
communication device?

Some kind of devious encoder?

Wow.

I really got to you,
didn't I, Walter?

Did you ever consider
that perhaps it's because

you enjoyed having me around?

Admit it.

You like me, Walter.

Walter, we're setting up.

Dr. Bishop.

Dr. Bishop, your Astrid
is summoning you.

The Fringe team
is at the scene.

The way this woman died--

And I say this
with some experience--

Is among the weirdest things
I've ever seen.

She bleeding from her eyes?

How did you know?

There seems to be a lot of that
going around lately.

You mind opening it up?
I'd love to take a look.

Astrix, collect a DNA sample.

Astrid, can you hand me
a cotton swab?

Hang on, Walter.
I wanna get a DNA sample.

- So the cops said--
- Hang on a second.

Seems to be some hemorrhaging
of the nasal passage.

You think maybe
she inhaled something?

Yeah, possibly.

Could be how they delivered
the poison.

I'm sorry, Walter.
What were you saying?

Doesn't matter.

But please ask Agent Dunham
to bring the body--

Astrid, we're gonna need
to get this body

back to the lab
to have it examined.

Can you work that out
with the ME's office?

Yeah.

Does he always do all the jobs?



These scalpels could use
some sharpening.

And you're sharing that
with me why?

I thought you'd
sharpen them for me.

You said you wanted to help.

I had meant with
the autopsy, Walter.

The screws
in the rib-spreader

could also use
a little tightening.

You're angry with your son.

He is not my son.

As I understand it,
in a different timeline,

he is.

Oh, so he says.

Do you feel love for him?

I have found

that anger inevitably
seems to be conjoined

with emotional investment.

Do you think that is the case?

Peter is a reminder
of the son I had...

And wish had lived.

But he is not that son.

And that makes you suffer?

Yes.

In that case,
wouldn't it be preferable

if you chose to believe
he was your son?

And then you could love him
and be happy.

I'm sorry, but I'm just not
seeing any connection

between the victims.

Secretary's son.

He's cute, huh?

Bet he's all contradictory
and tricky

like his dad.

Yeah, I imagine
he's just your type.

Actually, no.

Turns out I like the nice guys.

All right, so neither
of the victims lived

in the same neighborhood.

They didn't go to the same gym,

and they got no mutual friends.

Yeah, well, there has to be
a connection.

We just haven't found it yet.

You say that
with such conviction.

Because...?

Because if there isn't a link,

then we've got a killer
on the loose

and no lead to find him.

Have a nice flight.

Look, honey, I'm at
the security thing.

I've gotta call you back, okay?

Have a nice flight.

Thanks.

Look, take it down
a notch, okay?

Yeah, yeah, I want to get this
over with, too.

What? No, no.
It's not a ruse.

I told you, I missed the flight
this morning.

There's nothing I can do.

Bill, Bill.
Listen to me.

I'm hanging up the phone
right now.

Call me back when you get
a personality I can deal with.

Can I help you?

Making your next call
will destroy your life.

- Excuse me?
- You'll be driving.

When a taxi cuts you off,

your reaction
won't be quick enough

because you only have
one hand on the wheel.

Oh, okay.
Well, thanks, pal.

But my life really is
none of your business.

Your car is going to flip,

shattering your spinal cord.

You're left a paraplegic,
and with no family,

you end up in a group home.

The man who runs it
is not...Kind.

Your body will be discovered
more than ten hours

after you die.

No one mourns.

I'm going to spare you
from all that misery.

A painless exit
from a living nightmare.

Jared Colin.

Apparently, his attacker
tried to spray him

with some kind of atomizer.

Yeah, that sounds like our guy.

He said he'd never seen
the man before,

so why?
What's his motive?

Hm. The feds,
I take it?

Too many years in this job.

Lawyers and cops-- I can spot
you guys a mile away.

Uh, I'm Agent Olivia Dunham,
and this is Peter Bishop.

What can you tell us
about Mr. Colin, doctor?

Well, it's not good news.

I mean, we saved his life,
but his spinal cord is severed

right below T1,
so he is not gonna walk again.

Come on.
He's down here.

I wasn't even supposed
to be in town.

I was heading down to Dallas.

Selling my company
to my scumbag partner,

who for six years
has made my life

a living hell.

Today was gonna be the day
that I started over.

New beginning.

But I had a water bottle
in my carry-on.

By the time the damn TSA
was done with me,

I missed my flight.

Besides his description,

is there anything else
that you can tell us?

Anything that you remember?

He, uh...

He had this weird rod.

It was blue.

And he'd look into it like he
was some kind of fortune teller.

He said I was gonna have
a car accident,

and I was gonna end up
like this.

So this guy predicted
what would happen?

Not exactly, but I guess exactly
doesn't really matter now.

We think it's possible
that the man who attacked you

also killed at least
another two people.

Do you recognize
either of them?

No.

He...

He said he wanted to put me
out of my misery.

Like he was doing a good deed.

Like he was some kind of saint.

I tell ya, I wish he had.

I wish he'd done it.
I wish he'd killed me.

Nothing to link them.

- Period.
- Period.

- Goose egg.
- Goose egg.

Zilch.

Would you like a cup of coffee?

I'm going to make a fresh pot.

Coffee.

I understand that has
quite an interesting flavor.

Yeah, I suppose it does.

Have you never had any?

Where I come from,

coffee is very rare
and thus very expensive.

I've never had the privilege.

Yes, I would like that.

Thank you, Astrid.

You're welcome, sweetie.

Did you ask?

I didn't hear you ask.

May I?

Certainly not.

That's right.
You're still mad at me.

Yes, and now you're breaking
my concentration as well.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Were you solving world hunger

or perfecting the perfect
peanut butter milkshake?

If you must know,

I was musing on our killer.

Agent Dunham reports
that he may be attempting

to put his victims
out of their misery,

and if that's the case,
then his murder weapon of choice

is consistent.

- The Tears of Ra?
- Yes.

Painless and instantaneous.

And it begins
to make sense now.

So we're looking for--
for what?

A humanitarian killer?

Or a compassionate one.

Okay, so you're saying
that the killer believes

he is saving his victims
from a lifetime of suffering

by killing them.

That sounds like
an extremely contorted view

of compassion.

Some suffering
is worse than death.

What is Logan International?

It's an airport. Why?

All three victims
traveled through there.

Is that right?
How did you miss that?

I didn't.

They all had
different airlines.

They had
different destinations.

Mr. Williams was what,
two weeks ago?

Carrie Watson was last month.

Yes, their travel
vouchers indicate that.

What is TSA?

Uh, Transportation
Security Administration.

They screen every passenger
for safety.

In that case, correlating
their voucher stamps,

I believe they may each
have been screened

by the same security agent.

She's right.

TSA badge 0047.

My.

Thank you.
Have a nice flight.

Hey. Stop that man!

Hey, whoa, whoa!
Stop right there!

Federal agents.

We're in pursuit of a suspect.

Federal regulations.

You either have a boarding pass
or supervised authorization.

Do you want me
to find you a supervisor?

I was surprised the FBI

was doing a background check
on Neil.

Well, to be honest,
we were surprised to learn

that he was previously employed
as a professor at MIT.

Yeah, I could tell that
on the phone.

So how does an advanced
mathematics professor

end up working for the TSA?

I suppose he loses his mind.

It would be an understatement
to say

that people around here
are driven,

but Neil--
He put 'em all to shame.

He was the youngest
tenure track professor ever.

Brilliant.

And a little bit mad
to begin with, I suppose.

And like most mathematicians,

he believed that math
was the key

to unlocking the secrets
of the universe.

I know how that sounds.

Not nearly as crazy
as you might think.

Well, a couple years ago,

he came back from summer break
at his lake house,

and he was just...Changed.

He said that
he'd found something,

although he wouldn't say what.

But he'd become obsessed

with these high-level
differential equations

that no one could make
heads or tails of.

He had a theory

that if he could solve
the equations,

space and time
could be flattened,

so they would all be
on a level plane.

Define that for me
what do you mean by flattened?

Well, that you could in essence

see past, present,
and future simultaneously.

Well, eventually,
solving the equations

became more important
than class,

and soon, he just left
and didn't come back.

Now, from what I heard,
he went back to the lake house.

But this working at the TSA?

Now, that surprises me.

Where was that lake house?

I'm not sure, somewhere in
eastern New York, I think.

He wanted his mail forwarded.

Oh, here we are.

Reiden Lake.

When you first appeared
in this timeline,

it was at Reiden Lake.

What's going on, Peter?

The professor said that Neil
thought he could see

past, present, and future
all at the same time.

That's what the observers do.

We've just never been able
to figure out how they do it.

But in my timeline,
an observer saved my life.

It also happened
at Reiden Lake.

When Walter crossed over
when I was a child

to bring me back to his
universe, the ice broke.

We both fell in.

It was an observer
who pulled us out.

Are you suggesting
that an observer

is somehow behind this?

That-- that he's using Neil?

I don't know.

I think we should take a drive.

What's he doing?

Thinking.

You care for him.

I suppose I do, yeah.

Like a father.

My father...

I cannot get the thought
out of my mind that...

That I couldn't give him
what he wanted

because of the way that I am.

That he secretly wished

I could love him back in a way
that he could understand.

Do you think if I were
more like you,

he would've loved me more?

If I was normal?

I think I would prefer
this beverage with sugar.

Who leaves their door unlocked

when they're not home?

You're right.
It's not safe.

Well, we're in the right place.

Hey, take a look at this.

Neil was a twin.

His brother and father
were killed in an accident.

So Gandhi, Joan of Arc,

all the rest of them--
What's the connection?

They're heroes?

What else do they all have
in common?

They're all saviors.

So where is Neil?

Where are you going?

I don't understand.

What do you mean, you are here
to say good-bye?

- Where are you going?
- I told you.

"Where I belong"
is not an answer.

Were you fired again?

I told you, mom.

I wasn't fired from MIT.
I left.

What?

I heard you that night,
you know.

The night Alex died.

You said God took
the wrong one.

"Why did God take my angel?"
You kept saying.

You always resented
that I wasn't Alex.

Not your angel.

I was afraid
that you were right.

That I would never be
good enough.

As good as he was.

But God had a plan.

He let me live for a reason.

I know that now.

God gave me a way
to see the future.

W-what are you talk--

"What are you talking about?"

- "Stop."
- Stop.

- Don't do that.
- Don't do that.

- "You're scaring me."
- You're scaring me.

God gave me a way
to see the future

so I could give people mercy.

Neil...

I'm sorry.

What you heard that night...

About your brother...

You should never
have heard that.

But I did.
And I'm glad.

Every time I saw the
disapproving look in your eye,

it drove me harder

to separate myself
through accomplishment.

That's why God took notice.

Because of you.

Neil.

Please stop this.

Jesus knew the romans
were coming for him.

He could have avoided
his death so easily.

But he didn't.

He had faith
that God had a plan.

I understand God's plan
for me now.

And I'm willing to go.

FBI. Open this door,

or we're coming in!

FBI?

FBI. Put your hands up.

Don't you remember, mom,

what the priest said
about Alex at the funeral?

Stand up slowly

and put your hands
behind your head.

He said angels
don't belong on Earth.

Keep your hands
where I can see them,

and turn around very slowly.

I'll see you in heaven.

Agh! No!

No!

Hey, how you holding up?

You know, he wasn't trying
to hit me.

He fired at the window
on purpose.

How do you know that?

I think he knew we were coming,
and he wanted us to shoot him.

I guess it makes sense.

I mean, he could see
the past, present, and future.

But he had a gun.

Why not just shoot himself?

Because he was religious.

If he committed suicide,
he wouldn't be allowed

into heaven.

What about all the people
he killed?

He thought he was saving them.

This was his way
to become an angel.

Hm.

Peter.

I know it's taken me
some getting used to,

but as long
as you're stuck here,

you make a good partner.

Thank you.

Dr. Bishop, we are leaving.

Hey, Walter.

Here, I want
to show you something.

My ingenious piece of spy tech.

Mints?

Similar.

They're bobbins.
They're delicious.

It's almost like wintergreen.

Only smokier.

One for the road.

Are you giving me
a send-off?

You may possess
positive qualities

that I previously overlooked.

Are you flirting with me?

In your dreams.

It was really nice meeting you.

It was amazing, actually.

Yes.

What you said before...

My father...

We're not very close either.

He's a very complex man.

He doesn't really show emotion.

He does the best
with the tools he has.

That's just how he is.

I know he loves me.

At least, that's what
I tell myself,

even though it doesn't
really seem that way.

You shouldn't regret that you
could've been more for him.

It wasn't you.

Thank you, Agent Farnsworth.

You're welcome,
Agent Farnsworth.

Hey.

Well, look who's here.

Hi, dad.

Ah. That kinda day, huh?

Yeah. That kind of a day.

Wanna tell me about it?

Yes.

But you know that I can't.

Yeah. I know.

But at least I can feed ya.

And I can give my baby girl
a big ol' hug.

I love you, dad.

I love you too, Astrid.

Here it is.

You're right.

It's September's.

He must have lost it in 1985,

the night he didn't save
the boy.

He'll be interested to know
what happened to it.

There's something else.

It appears that September
did not obey your instructions.

The boy is back.

Peter Bishop has returned.