Fringe (2008–2013): Season 4, Episode 16 - Nothing as It Seems - full transcript

(Announcer)
Previously on Fringe...

- I need to talk to you.
- Yes, sir, I'll be with you in one moment.

- No, now!
- Sir, I'm going to need you

to calm down-- You're
gonna scare the passengers.

They should be scared.
This isn't a panic attack.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we have a passenger

who's having a hard time.

[Passengers screaming]

Jones, don't move.

Quite a display
you put on in there.

Your love for this man



must be something
quite profound.

Good-bye for now.

Walter, my memories
are disappearing.

Your own memories.

All of these memories
I'm experiencing--

They're from
a better version of me.

I decided to let things
run their course.

You have so much in your life.

Are you just gonna let
that all disappear?

I've made my decision.
I'm in love with Peter.

(Pilot, over intercom) Ladies and
gentlemen, we apologize again

for the delay in our arrival.

Weather reports still indicate
strong winds and turbulence.

We'll be circling
for just a bit longer.



We hope to be on the ground
within the hour.

Thank you for your patience.

We will be coming through
the cabin with snacks

which are available
for purchase for $5.00.

Remember, Vertusair
no longer accepts cash,

so please have your credit
or debit card handy.

(Male flight attendant)
You need some headsets?

You should put keys
on your back.

- Excuse me?
- It's an old wives' tale--

to stop the bloody nose.

Yeah. Yeah.

Actually, I tried it once.
It doesn't work.

It's all bull.
[Chuckles]

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

[Gasps]

Excuse me.

Excuse me.
I need to talk to you.

Yes, sir, I'll be with you
in one moment.

No, now!

Please.

- What's the problem?
- I'm in trouble.

There's something happening
to me that I don't have the time

or the permission
to explain to you.

- What is it?
- I need you to go to the passengers.

I need you to collect
as many sedatives

or tranquilizers as you can.

Okay, sir, I need you
to take a deep breath.

This isn't a panic attack!
This is real!

We will die, all of us,
if you don't do what I say.

Sir, a threat like that is in
violation of FAA regulations.

Does it look to you
like I care about that?

Oh, my God.

Go call the captain.

Sir, I'm gonna need you
to calm down.

- You're gonna scare the passengers.
- I'm going into that bathroom.

You keep me in there.

You keep that door closed.

Get whatever sedatives you can
as soon as you can.

You go in that
bathroom, sir--

I am not messing around!

When you get the drugs,
you come back, you knock.

If I don't answer or if I do

and what you see
isn't me anymore,

you keep that door closed.

[Grunts]

[Gasping]

[Panting]

Aah!

Yes, sir, but I think
40 minutes is too long.

[Man crying out,
thrashing around bathroom]

Ladies and gentlemen,
we have a passenger

who's having a hard time.

[Man cries out]

Sir, this is the Air Marshal.
[Man thrashing about]

I need you to open this door.

[Silence]

Sir, I won't tell you again.
Open this door,

or I'm gonna have to come in.

[Lock clicks]

(TSA agent) Panic attack?

Yeah.
[Chuckles]

Like I said, I hate flying.

I always have,
ever since I was a kid.

But I was doing pretty well
until they said

that we weren't going to be
able to land for a while.

[Suitcase clatters]
These your bags, sir?

- Oh, that's them. Thank you.
- Whoa.

Look, I'm really sorry.
I'm sorry I wasted your time

and scared all those people.

Hey!

Sorry. Don't you have to ask
permission before you do that?

Not since Bush II.

Sure. Sure. Whatever.

Can we make this quick, please?

Is there anything I need
to be aware of, sir?

- What? No.
- Knives? Needles?

Underwear.
Don't worry. It's clean.

[Grunts]

Are you okay?

[Grunts]

[Straining] Yeah, I just...

Need a bathroom.

Right there.

Mike...

Panic attack...
as in withdrawal.

[Coughing]
[Teeth clattering in sink]

[Groaning in pain]

Aah!

Well, time to call the cops.

Hey, it's Knolls.
We got drugs again.

But nothing I've ever
seen bef--

You say you're happy...

That you've never felt better.

(Olivia) Yes.

And forgetting all
the details of your life...

Your relationships...
The cases you've handled--

That's not a problem for you?

Well, what I meant--
I mean, yes, it's odd,

but it's a problem
that I can handle.

The real problem, the one that
we should all be worried about,

- is Jones.
- David Robert Jones?

Yes, the one who kidnapped me.

- You remember that?
- Yes.

Because you're already
starting to become...

What...

Your former self
from a prior timeline--

The one you shared
with Peter Bishop?

I suppose. Yes.

My point is, David Robert Jones

is still out there somewhere.

And instead of pursuing him
like I should have,

I've been forced to take
every psych evaluation

and field trial
the Bureau can think of.

I've had CAT scans, MRIs,
peed in every cup.

My sitting here now trying
to convince an FBI shrink--

No offense-- That I am fit
to return to active duty

is pointless.

You have to admit...

It's a little weird,
what's happened to you.

I work in Fringe Division.

Weird i-is a matter
of degrees.

Have you told your sister?

You do have a sister, right?

Yes. Rachel.

And, no, I haven't told her.

Are the two of you close?

Yes. We don't talk
that often.

Why not?

Life.
[Chuckles]

My job.

She moved back to Chicago
with my niece Ella

so that Ella could be closer
to Rachel's ex,

who, in my opinion,
is a liar and a bastard.

Just a few more questions,
Agent Dunham.

We're almost through.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Sit down.

They said no.

The truth is, they don't
know what to say.

Nothing like this
has ever happened before.

The Bureau has protocols
for dealing with mental trauma,

depression,
post-traumatic stress, amnesia.

- I don't have mental trauma.
- I understand that.

And what does it matter
if-- if I can't remember

every detail of every case
I've ever investigated?

I mean, I can learn that.

It doesn't make me any less fit
to be in the field.

Your sister is still married.

Rachel is still married.

She and her husband
have two children--

Ella and a younger brother,
Eddie.

Dr. Anderson
sent over her report.

40% of all the information
you provided about your life

is incorrect,

which, as far as
the tenth floor is concerned,

means you are not
the agent they licensed.

Our grandfather's name
was Eddie.

[Pop music playing softly]

♪ ♪

(Peter) Is that you?

What took you so long?

I was just about
to send out a search party--

Dogs, men in trench coats.

Oh...

That good, huh?

They don't even want me
consulting on cases.

Well, I'm sure that's
only temporary.

Broyles said I should look at it
as an overdue vacation.

Why would I assume, just because
you and I are back together,

that everything would be fine?

What, the world
isn't gonna live up to

my every expectation?

Olivia, a vacation is not
such a bad idea.

Vermont's beautiful
this time of year.

I know you don't like skiing,

but as long as we got
a rug and a fireplace,

I think we'll be fine.
[Cell phone rings]

You should answer that.
I think the '70s are calling.

Yeah?

Yeah, I am, actually.

No, I just wasn't expecting...

Yeah.

Lincoln?

Well, one of us is
still on the team.

- Liv...
- Peter, I'm fine.

Go.

- I'll be back as soon as I can.
- Okay.

(Lincoln) They should have
surveillance footage.

- See if they'll give you access.
- Yeah, okay.

- Hi.
- Hey.

How's Olivia?

Eh, she's okay.

I mean, she's frustrated,
but she's okay.

Broyles asked me to take lead
till she's back.

I hope that you're
okay with that.

You're the boss.

So what happened?

We're not exactly sure yet.

Incident on a Vertusair flight
from Paris to New York--

Details are still coming in.

(Walter) Is that Peter?

Tell him to stay right there.

Did you say Vertusair?
Was it flight 718?

Yeah.

(Peter) I guess this is like

the timeline that I'm from.
It stands to reason

that some of the exact
same cases

would take place.
Vertus 718--

Happy birthday!

Walter, it's not my birthday.

No, of course not.
I know that.

But I've been saving these up.

I bought one every year
on your birthday

to help me deal with the loss.

Walter...

And I know you're not him,
my Peter,

but you're as close
as I'm going to get.

Here we are...

Beer.

For when you turned 21.

I-I probably
wouldn't drink that, though.

Thank you.

[Pop song playing softly]

You're welcome.

(Lincoln) So...
The case on the plane?

Right, the case on the plane.

His name was Marshall Bowman.

He was an undercover cop.

He was given a designer virus

that was programmed
to rewrite his DNA,

turn him into
some kind of creature.

- What sort of creature?
- A giant porcupine.

But the plane crashed.
He was burned to a crisp.

I-I like porcupines.

Shows that God has
a sense of humor.

Uh, Peter, you were right.

The guy's name is Bowman,

- but that flight did not crash.
- Huh?

It says it right here.
It landed a few hours ago.

(Walter) 16.

By then, I figured you'd be
all about girls.

- Are you sure about that?
- Positive.

TSA just sent over the footage.

Oh, my God!
[Men screaming]

Is that what you were
talking about?

[Men screaming]

Fantastic.

Okay, that is disgusting.

Learn to see
past the obvious, dear.

What a remarkable specimen.

So when was the last time
you saw your brother?

A little over a week ago.

I don't understand--
Some kind of virus?

Why can't I see him?

I'm really sorry.

Even if I had the authority
to do that, which I don't,

it's not a good idea.

I'm sorry to do this
to you right now,

but last question, I promise.

This is your brother's
handwriting, right?

This bit down here
where it says,

"Once we get started,
there'll be no turning back"--

Do you have any idea
what that might be about?

Maybe who he was writing it to?

No.

But the last couple of times
Marshall and I spoke,

he didn't seem... himself.

He was stressed.
I thought it was just work.

She doesn't know anything.

Looks like you were right.

- About what?
- Bowman.

Worked out of Credit Cotier
in Marseille,

managed their corporate
accounts.

But before that,
he was a detective

in the BPD Crash Unit--
Retired six years ago,

at least officially.

Sounds to me like a cop
working undercover.

- So what killed this thing?
- Good question.

Agents down the hall say
they heard the screams.

By the time they
opened the door,

they say it was on the floor,
writhing in pain,

and then it just died.

On the case we worked before,

he was working with a partner.

He was infected too,
but he didn't know it.

Almost transformed
a couple of days later.

- Then we should find him.
- Yeah.

I've been trying to think
of his name,

but I can't remember it.

Olivia would, though.

Then you should
give her a call.

(Peter)
Daniel Hicks--

Olivia says he lives
at 235 Marlboro Street,

so it should be just up here
a couple more blocks.

You want to talk about it,

or should we just pretend
like we already did?

Olivia.

She's your Olivia.

I get it.

I mean,
I don't really get it...

How she can suddenly become
this other version of herself.

Different circumstances,

I might think
that you were drugging her...

Doing something to her, but...

I don't know
if she told you this,

but when I first met her,
I'd lost my partner--

Robert.

He and his wife, Julie-- They had
this incredible relationship.

The way she looked at him...

Olivia looks at you
that same way.

So why don't we just
leave it at that?

You're a good guy.

Yeah.

I'm a good guy.

What's she doing here?

You didn't really think
I'd stay home, did you?

[Chuckles] I suppose not.

Olivia, you are not
authorized to be here.

If Broyles gets wind of this...

Okay.

We came all this way.

Might as well look around.

(Peter) I'll check the back.

(Lincoln) Medical waste--
What's that about?

(Olivia) Don't know.

You mean you didn't
see these the last time?

- No.
- Huh.

Remember you said eventually

all this would stop
getting strange?

In case you were wondering,
it still hasn't.

[Chuckles]

You don't remember having
that conversation, do you?

The night at the diner?

Sorry.

That's okay.

[Creature roars]

- [Grunting, breathing hard]

(Olivia) - Lincoln!
- Is he okay?

I'm fine.

[Walter humming
ride of the valkyries]

Is that really necessary?

If I don't suture this wound,

it will become infested
with bacteria.

I was talking
about the humming.

(Walter) Oh. Auditory distraction
dulls the peripheral senses

and allows for optimal focus,

which is why surgeons play
classical music in the OR.

- Ow.
- Sorry.

Hey, did anybody report seeing
the thing that got away?

(Olivia) No word.

So do we have any theories
why this one died?

Not exactly.

Walter thinks that
the cells broke down--

That the rapid mutation caused
all the internal organs to fail.

- And what about this?
- Also no idea.

But we are running labs
on it to try to break down

the chemical composition.
But check this out.

You see these?
They're track marks.

We think he was
injecting himself

with whatever that stuff is.

What's that...
Just here?

Hmm.

It looks like a tattoo.

- Hey, Walter.
- Hmm?

Can you come here for a sec,
take a look at this?

Hold this.
Don't move.

Did you find his genitals, son?

- Hey.
- Hey.

I'm sorry about Hicks' place.

I had no idea that
he had already become--

It's nothing.
Don't worry about it.

But if I hadn't been with you,

then you would have
called Broyles

and asked for backup and...

You didn't want
to get me in trouble,

- and now you're injured.
- It wasn't your fault.

(Astrid) Olivia...

I ran that name you gave me--
Conrad Etienne Moreau.

You're right,
he was a scientist.

But he died five years ago
in a car crash.

- What?
- That doesn't make any sense.

On the case that we worked,
he was the one trying

to broker the deal for the virus
that made these guys mutate.

You also said that
Bowman died in a plane crash.

Now, for some reason,
the details

that you and Olivia remember
from your timeline,

not all of them
are tracking here.

Okay, well, if Conrad's
not behind this, who is?

(Walter) Perhaps the sumerians.

This tattoo... is cuneiform.

I'm not sure of the significance
of the symbol,

but I'm fairly certain
it's sumerian.

Not my favorite
ancient language.

I prefer yiddish.
Belly's father taught it to me.

He was a charming man.

You're thinking something.

I'm thinking that you and I
both know somebody

who could help us
interpret Bowman's tattoo.

- Who?
- An old friend...

Tough he may take
some convincing,

'cause I'm pretty sure
he has no idea who we are.

Sounds intriguing.

Not you.
You need to be stitched up.

Go.

If you learn anything, call me.

Okay. Thank you.

All set. Enjoy.

[Cash register bell dings]

[Light jazz plays]

♪ ♪

- [Clears throat]

- Can I help you?
- I hope so.

The lady here
is looking for a book

called Lake Of The Long Sun,
by Gene Wolf.

Do you know him? Are you kidding me?
I worship him.

And a girl as beautiful
as you who likes sci-fi

is a girl after my own heart.

I'm Ed, by the way.

Olivia. Sorry, taken.

All the best ones are.

Story of my life.
Okay.

I've got the entire
Solar cycle, first edition.

You want signed or unsigned?

Do you think maybe
he could help?

Who, him?
No, I doubt it.

It's probably
a little too obscure.

Help what?

(Olivia) Uh, just a symbol
we're trying to decipher.

It has to do with cuneiform.

Sumerian, hittite, or akkadian?

Impressive.

I know. I'm a very,
very impressive man.

And I'm still taken.

Can't blame a guy for trying.

Do you have any idea
what this means?

Are you one of them?

One of who?

Megif avagin frim dim tish.

- Excuse me?
- It's yiddish.

It means "may I please
be excused from the table?"

No, you may not.

Why not?

Because I have just made
some peanut butter

and bacon sandwiches.

- Thanks, anyway.
- And because--

and-- and don't be
alarmed by this--

but I think
you may be infected.

What?

Well, if what killed our friend
was, in fact, viral,

then it's likely
that when you were scratched,

that the virus
was transmitted to you.

Okay, um...

S-shouldn't you, like,
give me something?

I'm afraid not.

I can't cure
the intermediate stage.

Once the virus fully matures,

I should be able
to counteract it.

- "Should"?
- Most likely.

80%.

And if I'm part
of the other 20%?

Let's take it
one step at a time.

Yep, I was right.
Here it is.

I remember reading it means
"renewal" or "rebirth."

There's been some rumblings
lately about a group out there--

A cult, really.

Okay, whereabouts were
these rumblings?

You know, the usual places.

Obscure corners
of the Internet,

conspiracy boards,

sub-subterranean
chat rooms.

Far as I can see,
they're just wack jobs.

[Chuckles] They're obsessed with
the guided evolution of man.

They want to create
a new species...

A better species...

Mutation by design.

[Floorboards creak]

- [Gasps]

[Breathing heavily]

[Gasps]

Oh, baby, you're hurting.

This should be the last one.

[Soft growl]

Just think how special
you're gonna be...

How special
we're both gonna be...

Like Adam and Eve.

Here's a good one--
"According to Mayan prophecy,

a serpent rope will appear in
the center of the Milky Way."

Is that when the world ends,
or when the aliens arrive?

(Astrid) Apparently, that's
when a celestial ship emerges,

and a bearded serpent God comes
down to bring enlightenment.

No, actually, the celestial ship
turns into the serpent God,

if you want to be technical.

- It's perfect.
(Astrid) - Not really.

You mean no mutant
porcupine man?

Hmm?

My culture, it's clear?

Oh, no.

No results yet.

I was talking about them.

I hadn't realized how much
I longed for family.

Yeah, they're--
They're great.

And you too, of course.

It's not every day

that a perfectly suited
chess partner comes along.

And don't fret.

Right now no news is good news.

(Astrid)
Hey, guys, listen to this.

"Each generation of gods
is overthrown by its children,

who become new gods
with new tools.

Science delivers these tools,

and mankind gains dominion
over all he surveys."

What kind of science?

Uh, radical transgenics,
hybridization.

Guided mutation?

Most of this is about
encoding foreign genomes

with retroviral DNA.

These algorithms look
pretty advanced.

The file's here, "816TPT618."
That's a palindrome...

Or a palindromic code,
to be precise.

(Lincoln) What's that mean?

Something that reads the same
backwards of forwards.

Words like "madam"
or "boob."

I know what a palindrome is.

I meant what does that mean
in terms of the case?

In and of itself, nothing.

But years ago,
when Belly and I were tripping,

we created a way
of organizing lab files

using only palindromes.

Walter, are you saying
that this information

comes from Massive Dynamic?

I do recognize the number,

but we haven't used
this file system for years.

After William died, we converted
to a more user-friendly one.

Well, maybe it's from
a terminated experiment.

We have many projects

dealing with the genetic
engineering of hybrids.

I'll have to run a search.

You weren't supposed
to be here.

Philip said you were
pulled off field duty.

I know, but here I am.

I suppose every version
of you is stubborn.

Ah, this code does correspond
to an old project.

But the contents
have been erased.

Could it have been hacked into
from the outside?

No, I don't see how.

This system has eight
redundant firewalls.

Well, who was overseeing
the project?

David Robert Jones.

(Walter)
I eat, too, when I'm nervous.

Don't worry--
We should know something soon.

Hmm. I take it
you don't like peanut butter.

Not so much, but this bacon
is fantastic.

Do you have any more?

Yes. Of course.

I typically don't like pork.

Aphid, could we get Agent Lee
some more--

Agent Lee...

What else
do you hunger for--

Pickled herrings, spinach?

I don't know.

Onion rings would be nice.

Maybe--
Maybe some cheesecake.

That's it.

- What?
- Call Peter and Olivia.

Tell them that I understand.

Walter, what is it?

Astrid said
you made a breakthrough.

Agent Lee is infected.
We know for sure now.

And we're excited
about that why?

He says I'm gonna be fine,
by the way.

(Walter)
Because now I understand

what the creature craves
to fuel his metamorphosis.

- It's disgusting.
- Lipids!

Human fat. That's what was
in these bags.

Most likely vacuumed
during liposuction.

Fat stores concentrated energy,

and energy is necessary
for transformation.

Now, I know what you're asking.

Wouldn't it be easier
just to eat people?

Well, the answer,
in fact, is no,

not with 300,000 pounds
of fat being disposed of

by plastic-surgery clinics
every three months.

Okay, we need to make a list

of all the cosmetic-surgery
clinics

and see if any of them have had
any medical waste stolen.

Yeah, I'm already on it,
although I'm thinking

they might not be inclined
to admit it.

Okay, Walter, let's say
that you're right

and these things are using fat

to power their metamorphosis
into monsters.

How are they able to get around
without being seen?

[Blender whirring]

I really have to drink that?

Only if you want to live.

A blend of wheat grass,
penicillin, some mild laxatives.

And I put in some mint
to kill the aftertaste.

It didn't work.

- You guys learn anything?
- Yes.

I understand
what these drugs are for.

They're meant to safely manage
the transformation.

They're on a schedule to ensure

that the mutation
doesn't occur too quickly.

So that's why Bowman died?

He couldn't
get to his medicine.

He was in the cabin,
and the drugs were stuck

- down in his checked luggage.
- Precisely.

Our Mr. Bowman had all the fat
he needed to transform,

but he lacked the medication
to control the process.

I used Agent Lee's
infected blood

to create a computer model

to replicate
the mutation sequence.

- How's it coming?
- Good. It's almost complete.

The model just needs
to re-create

the last few injections.

Well, we've got good news
and bad news.

Which do you want first?

- Bad.
Both: - Good.

Turns out that Walter
was right.

There was a robbery
at a surgi-center

just outside of Allston
about ten days ago,

and among other things,
about half a dozen bags

of surgically removed fat
were stolen.

Which is that, good or bad?

Two of the guards were killed
during the robbery,

and the place has been
under lockdown ever since.

Which means that
if they need more fat,

they're gonna have to get it
from someplace else.

The problem is that there are
over 45 potential clinics

- in a ten-mile radius.
(Olivia) - What are your thoughts, Walter?

But I'm not clear.
Which was the good news?

Walter...
Take a look at this.

How many of those clinics
were in high-rises?

Oh, my.

In the department
of guided evolution,

this is indeed
a great leap forward.

(Astrid)
Yeah, there's just one--

LDP Institute.

It's located in Beacon Hill
on the 12th floor.

They're probably closed by now.

We should get a move on.

At this point,
I have no choice.

I need to call
for reinforcements.

I have to inform Broyles.

If you call Broyles,
he's gonna know

that Olivia was working
on the case.

I just spoke to Broyles.
He's gonna have backup

meet you at the facility.

He said he'd deal
with me later.

So go.

- We're in.
(Over radio) - Copy. Power's been shut off.

Copy that.
Going radio silent.

Go to NV.

Have we heard anything?

I don't know about you,

but this tension's killing me.

Ho, ho, ho, ho... Oh.

Very clever.

He's using
the sleeping-Indian defense.

He saw my rook
about to take his queen,

and he countered
with his knight.

So what should I do?

- Walter.
- Hmm?

Oh, I'm sorry, my dear.
I'll make less noise. Shh.

No, what you just said.

Porcupines are nocturnal.

They sleep during the day.

- So do vampires.
- Astrid!

Okay, that's why Hicks' windows
were all blacked out.

- What is it?
- Can we get Lincoln on the radio?

Lincoln, do you copy?

Lincoln, do you copy?

[Cell phone rings]

[Hushed voice] Hello?

(Olivia) Peter, it's me.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Turn on the lights.

The creature is nocturnal.

If it's there,

the lights might
scare it out of hiding.

Aah!

[Gunshot] Aah!

[Groaning]

Nice shot.

I was aiming for her leg.

[Chuckles]

[Groans]

No!

[Woman sobbing]

[Laughs]

Do you remember this?

I thought it would teach Peter
about magnetism

and centrifugal force.

Oh, Walter, I'm sure
that you and Peter

will have hours of fun
ahead of you.

I know. He's going
to be so excited.

Hey.

Ah!

Ah...

- I love these things.
- So how is she?

Well, Lincoln's still
at the hospital with her,

but the doctors say she's fine.

The bullet didn't cause
any permanent damage,

and they're treating the virus
with Walter's cure.

But there is some bad news.

She had absolutely no idea
who created the serum.

It turns out Bowman was the one
who obtained it for them.

So, more questions.

Yeah, about 1,000 more,
starting with,

if David Robert Jones
is behind this,

what's he up to?

You mean assuming that creating

a flying human-porcupine
hybrid was not his end goal.

Yes, and where is he recruiting
these people from?

And are there more out there?
And who would sign up

to become one of these things?

"And mankind gains dominion
over all he surveys."

Yeah, what does that mean?

You said that Jones
was a megalomaniac,

that he has a God complex.

Well, the fact
that we're here at all,

that humanity evolved
from slugs in the ocean--

Depending on who
you talk to--

is either a miracle...
or an accident.

Maybe Jones is trying to take
control of the situation.

(Walter) Agent Broyles...

What a lovely tie.

Agent Dunham...
A word.

Look, I'm-- I'm sorry
that I disobeyed your orders.

I shouldn't have got myself
involved in that case.

And if I hadn't, then Lincoln
would never have been injured.

And I get it--
There's a lot

that I need to catch up on.

So, from now on,
no matter what,

I'm going to listen
to what you have to say.

Are you done?

Yes.

I've been on the phone
with the tenth floor

for the past hour.

What we've decided is this...

If you're 60%
of the Olivia I knew,

you're still better
than 90% of the agents

I've ever worked with.

And a Fringe Division
with an Olivia Dunham is better

than a Fringe Division
without her.

- Thank you.
- Good work today...

Agent.

What is it?

You're having second thoughts.

Of course I am.
It killed your brother.

We have been over this.

Something must have gone wrong.

- Mel...
- We can be born anew.

The two of us...

Together.

We can be children
of the new world.

[Softly growling]

(Man) Quiet, you two.

[Creatures growling, snarling]