Fringe (2008–2013): Season 4, Episode 18 - The Consultant - full transcript
When both of the two identities of people from the separate worlds experience the same catastrophes from incidents in just one world, the two Fringe teams collaborate. Walter crosses over to find that Jones is behind the phenomena, but to what ends? Also, the investigation into the Fringe-mole continues.
They're on their way to you now.
We'll be waiting for them.
Put your hands up.
His name is David Robert Jones.
He was looking for a mineral
named amphylicite.
Enough to blow a hole in the universe.
That tracker we had on Jones?
How did he pinpoint the wavelength
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 gotta find out.
- Hey, Linc.
Liv. 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 suppose to say.
There's nothing you can say.
This isn't right.
Our children aren't supposed to die
before we do.
We're gonna do everything
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 gonna tell me
who tipped off Jones.
This is your last chance.
One-time-only offer,
signed by the secretary of defense.
You're making a mistake.
I will find him.
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 gonna 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 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.
- You're telling me 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're...
What the hell's happening?
Let me go!
I can't move!
Somebody get me down!
It's a miracle we made it.
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 because I was out.
With Agent Dunham, I presume?
Making up for lost time.
You wanna let us know
what we're in for?
Well, about an hour ago, two men were killed
in this building simultaneously.
Witnesses say they were both
lifted several feet in the air...
...and driven back down
to the ground by some unseen force.
They died on impact.
The 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.
How come out of this entire building,
it 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...
...though typically
not in such a direct manner.
His spinal column is crushed...
...hip bone pushed up
through his torso.
- All injuries consistent with impact.
- Yeah, sure, but from that height...
...the fall couldn't possibly
have produced the velocity to do that.
No, you're right.
These injuries would require
much more velocity.
So tell me exactly what happened.
He was, uh, 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,
you'd swear they were in a car crash.
We have a third victim.
Broyles just called. 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. Brilliant, dear.
How could these people have been in
a plane crash if neither was in a plane?
Right. There is that.
Hmm.
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.
You're just the person I wanted to see.
Coordinate with NTSB to take
the wreckage and bodies.
Yes, sir.
- I've narrowed it down to 108 names.
- A hundred and eight names?
Everyone who had operational clearance
and would've known about the 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 moved his
entire shapeshifter operation.
When we were tracking him,
he knew what frequency we were on.
Someone inside tipped off 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 onboard.
It also killed their counterparts
on the Other Side.
- How is that possible?
- I don't know.
I want you to report to the bridge
and pick up the other Fringe Division.
We'll be investigating this together.
Yes, sir.
- Agent Dunham? Are you ready?
- Uh, almost. Ahem.
I like to empty my bladder
before a long trip.
You do realize
we're just walking through a door?
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 been diagnosed
with small pox?
- No.
- Tuberculosis?
- No. No.
- Malaria?
- Are you on any medications?
- Several. Mostly recreational.
It's okay.
Per treaty code 5891-J,
once you cross over...
...you will be subject
to the same laws...
...as any naturalized citizen
of the Other Side.
- Do you understand?
- I do.
Initiate scan.
Scan complete.
Walter, you sure
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 lovebirds
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.
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?
Uh, it's a list of hotspots
where the damage is the worst.
I see.
It's, uh, 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.
- A 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
how a plane crash in one universe...
...can kill people in the other?
- No, not yet.
All our years 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 in the other.
Do you think someone
that could have caused this?
On purpose?
- Anything's possible. Even Santa Claus.
- Why?
Think Jones had something
to do with this?
Nina Sharp said
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?
That's a perfect G.
- A hand.
- Heh.
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, shh, shh.
That's a G. That's incorrect.
It should be a C.
You see, each universe vibrates
at its own specific frequency.
So 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.
- You think that's what killed them?
- Another good question. 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.
Uh, we don't have that.
But satellites record
all communication in-flight.
Two-Eight-Niner,
departure radar has you at 8000 feet.
Maintain a heading of 220.
Idlewild Control, we appear
to be running into some turbulence.
Request permission to climb
another three...
Say again, Two-Eight-Niner.
Mayday!
Would you like for me
to play that again?
No.
That won't be necessary.
My hypothesis was 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?
It 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 I could get him to pay half
as much attention to his work...
...as he does to those girls.
- Where is he?
- Ha, ha. 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.
You notice 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.
Someday, 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 is fine.
I'm going to Liberty Heights.
What's that?
- Did you find everything you were looking for?
- Mm-hm.
That'll be 18.47.
Astrid, we're here.
According to the cops,
the cab went over the bridge at exactly 6:37.
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 is from Malden, Massachusetts.
Hey, there you are.
Domesticated badgers, really?
As pets?
Okay, 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?
Yup.
Hey, Astrid, can you ask Walter
what it is I'm looking for?
What this device might look like?
Dr. 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?
Amphylicite.
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.
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.
Walter, you can stay at my place.
I got a spare room.
I appreciate that, thank you.
And I shall refrain
from sleeping naked.
Well, that is good to know. Heh.
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 had you 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.
Cell records, electronic communications.
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.
- 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.
Do 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.
Anytime 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.
- Goodnight, Chris.
- Goodnight, 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' men
know the location of our convoy...
...and then he sent his people
to ambush us.
I'm sorry, I don't usually drink.
And my ex, Frank, he left this here
when he moved out and...
Are these the rest
of Frank's belongings?
Heh, no.
That's everything that Lincoln had left
in Fringe Division.
And I am supposed to give it
to his parents.
And I just can't face them...
...not until I got something more
to tell them.
I thought this would give me courage.
All it's done is make me feel a bit sick.
Well, 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.
- Mm.
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 about 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.
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' Show Me
was just swiped at Liberty Island.
- What's he doing there?
- Bridge is there.
The secretary of defense.
He could be doing any number of things.
Let's go.
Agent Dunham?
- Did Colonel Broyles come through?
- About 10 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 am 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.
I know what he's doing.
- Okay.
- It was a test.
The damage we saw was irrelevant.
- He was just taking readings.
- What readings?
He wanted to find
a common denominator.
A frequency that could link
both universes.
So, whatever he did over there would
happen over here. We already know that.
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.
We'll be waiting for them.
Put your hands up.
His name is David Robert Jones.
He was looking for a mineral
named amphylicite.
Enough to blow a hole in the universe.
That tracker we had on Jones?
How did he pinpoint the wavelength
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 gotta find out.
- Hey, Linc.
Liv. 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 suppose to say.
There's nothing you can say.
This isn't right.
Our children aren't supposed to die
before we do.
We're gonna do everything
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 gonna tell me
who tipped off Jones.
This is your last chance.
One-time-only offer,
signed by the secretary of defense.
You're making a mistake.
I will find him.
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 gonna 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 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.
- You're telling me 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're...
What the hell's happening?
Let me go!
I can't move!
Somebody get me down!
It's a miracle we made it.
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 because I was out.
With Agent Dunham, I presume?
Making up for lost time.
You wanna let us know
what we're in for?
Well, about an hour ago, two men were killed
in this building simultaneously.
Witnesses say they were both
lifted several feet in the air...
...and driven back down
to the ground by some unseen force.
They died on impact.
The 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.
How come out of this entire building,
it 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...
...though typically
not in such a direct manner.
His spinal column is crushed...
...hip bone pushed up
through his torso.
- All injuries consistent with impact.
- Yeah, sure, but from that height...
...the fall couldn't possibly
have produced the velocity to do that.
No, you're right.
These injuries would require
much more velocity.
So tell me exactly what happened.
He was, uh, 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,
you'd swear they were in a car crash.
We have a third victim.
Broyles just called. 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. Brilliant, dear.
How could these people have been in
a plane crash if neither was in a plane?
Right. There is that.
Hmm.
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.
You're just the person I wanted to see.
Coordinate with NTSB to take
the wreckage and bodies.
Yes, sir.
- I've narrowed it down to 108 names.
- A hundred and eight names?
Everyone who had operational clearance
and would've known about the 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 moved his
entire shapeshifter operation.
When we were tracking him,
he knew what frequency we were on.
Someone inside tipped off 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 onboard.
It also killed their counterparts
on the Other Side.
- How is that possible?
- I don't know.
I want you to report to the bridge
and pick up the other Fringe Division.
We'll be investigating this together.
Yes, sir.
- Agent Dunham? Are you ready?
- Uh, almost. Ahem.
I like to empty my bladder
before a long trip.
You do realize
we're just walking through a door?
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 been diagnosed
with small pox?
- No.
- Tuberculosis?
- No. No.
- Malaria?
- Are you on any medications?
- Several. Mostly recreational.
It's okay.
Per treaty code 5891-J,
once you cross over...
...you will be subject
to the same laws...
...as any naturalized citizen
of the Other Side.
- Do you understand?
- I do.
Initiate scan.
Scan complete.
Walter, you sure
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 lovebirds
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.
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?
Uh, it's a list of hotspots
where the damage is the worst.
I see.
It's, uh, 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.
- A 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
how a plane crash in one universe...
...can kill people in the other?
- No, not yet.
All our years 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 in the other.
Do you think someone
that could have caused this?
On purpose?
- Anything's possible. Even Santa Claus.
- Why?
Think Jones had something
to do with this?
Nina Sharp said
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?
That's a perfect G.
- A hand.
- Heh.
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, shh, shh.
That's a G. That's incorrect.
It should be a C.
You see, each universe vibrates
at its own specific frequency.
So 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.
- You think that's what killed them?
- Another good question. 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.
Uh, we don't have that.
But satellites record
all communication in-flight.
Two-Eight-Niner,
departure radar has you at 8000 feet.
Maintain a heading of 220.
Idlewild Control, we appear
to be running into some turbulence.
Request permission to climb
another three...
Say again, Two-Eight-Niner.
Mayday!
Would you like for me
to play that again?
No.
That won't be necessary.
My hypothesis was 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?
It 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 I could get him to pay half
as much attention to his work...
...as he does to those girls.
- Where is he?
- Ha, ha. 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.
You notice 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.
Someday, 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 is fine.
I'm going to Liberty Heights.
What's that?
- Did you find everything you were looking for?
- Mm-hm.
That'll be 18.47.
Astrid, we're here.
According to the cops,
the cab went over the bridge at exactly 6:37.
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 is from Malden, Massachusetts.
Hey, there you are.
Domesticated badgers, really?
As pets?
Okay, 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?
Yup.
Hey, Astrid, can you ask Walter
what it is I'm looking for?
What this device might look like?
Dr. 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?
Amphylicite.
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.
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.
Walter, you can stay at my place.
I got a spare room.
I appreciate that, thank you.
And I shall refrain
from sleeping naked.
Well, that is good to know. Heh.
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 had you 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.
Cell records, electronic communications.
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.
- 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.
Do 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.
Anytime 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.
- Goodnight, Chris.
- Goodnight, 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' men
know the location of our convoy...
...and then he sent his people
to ambush us.
I'm sorry, I don't usually drink.
And my ex, Frank, he left this here
when he moved out and...
Are these the rest
of Frank's belongings?
Heh, no.
That's everything that Lincoln had left
in Fringe Division.
And I am supposed to give it
to his parents.
And I just can't face them...
...not until I got something more
to tell them.
I thought this would give me courage.
All it's done is make me feel a bit sick.
Well, 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.
- Mm.
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 about 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.
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' Show Me
was just swiped at Liberty Island.
- What's he doing there?
- Bridge is there.
The secretary of defense.
He could be doing any number of things.
Let's go.
Agent Dunham?
- Did Colonel Broyles come through?
- About 10 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 am 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.
I know what he's doing.
- Okay.
- It was a test.
The damage we saw was irrelevant.
- He was just taking readings.
- What readings?
He wanted to find
a common denominator.
A frequency that could link
both universes.
So, whatever he did over there would
happen over here. We already know that.
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.