Fringe (2008–2013): Season 4, Episode 19 - Letters of Transit - full transcript

Agent.

Excuse me.

She's got next shift.

You guys keep taking my girls,
you're gonna put me out of business.

Get a new girl.

You seem to be quite...

...agitated.

What are you doing, agent?

He's a Native. My jurisdiction.

Sorry he acted out,
Captain Windmark.

I mean, you could wipe him, sure...



...but then there's the inquiry,
the paperwork...

...club gets shut for two days, and I,
for one, lose a hell of a lot of kickbacks.

We need to wipe him.

You okay?

I must say, agent.

You are always exactly
what you seem.

Can you stand?

Go home, Kitty.

- Take the rest of the night off.
- Thanks, Rick.

What are you, stupid?

What can I say? I'm a gentleman.

I had to piss him off
so he'd try and wipe me...

...otherwise he would have read me.

But he read you.



And you fooled him.

How the hell did you do that?

Just lucky, I guess.

Lucky?

They find out about you,
they'll kill you.

Hell, they find out there's anyone
like you, they'll probably kill us all.

I love being special.

You're late. I said 6. It's 8.

They added
two new checkpoints downtown.

You said important.

Oh, baby.

You don't know the half of it.

Remember all those times
I said you were nuts?

Looks like I was wrong.

Go ahead.

Does anyone else know about this?

No, of course not.

Oh, my God.

- Where are the others? Were they...?
- Yeah. Two more.

Man and a woman. Younger.

Right where I found this one.

Heat was rising.
I couldn't move them all at once.

- Where?
- The city. Inside the...

Attention, curfew is now in effect.

Natives, please return
to your homes immediately.

Loyalists hung a few
resistance fighters from Copley Plaza mall.

We need to cut them down.

We have two containment breaches
in Back Bay.

And curfews. People are getting brave.
Don't let them.

- Where have you been, agent?
- Sir, l...

Walk with me. Now.

- Late.
- I know.

- Very.
- Sorry.

Very.

I need a coffee.

I could use some air myself.

I remember when
you used to be able to drink this stuff.

You are old.

So, what's wrong?

Rick's dead.

- What?
- Loyalists killed him.

Damn it, Etta.

Black-market tech gets people killed.
Even cops.

- Black-market tech replaced your eyes.
- I don't need a history lesson.

- You were gonna stop running civilians.
- I had an open order with him.

- From the old days. I never cancelled it.
- An order for what?

Any info on the missing team.

Really? Again?

- Let this go.
- Simon...

It's a myth, Etta.

The original Fringe Team didn't vanish.
They aren't missing. They died.

They aren't coming back to save us.

They aren't in the desert,
or Peru or immortal.

You're right.

They're in amber.

And I've got one of them right here.

Well, I'll be a toe on a foot in a grave.

That's the amber device.
He did this on purpose.

What could have been so terrible
that he ambered himself?

And his team.

Rick said the others were with him.
Once we get Bishop out...

...he can tell us where they are.
- Let's not get ahead of ourselves yet.

Agent.

- No, thank you.
- Don't be rude, Phillip.

- Have a drink with me.
- It's water.

It doesn't do anything for me.

It hydrates you.

Yes, I suppose it does.

As much as I would've enjoyed
eliminating him myself...

...Native-on-Native killing
cannot stand.

Not on my watch.

I heard. And, no,
we don't have any leads.

- This is the fourth this month.
- I can count.

I like you, Phillip.

But be assured...

...bite my hand...

...and I will put you down.

Your division is in charge
of Native crime.

Or would you rather I was in charge
of Native crime?

I don't think you'd like my methods.

I'll get you a suspect.

Good.

Windmark.

What did you do up there
in the future...

...to get yourself such a crap detail?

I like animals.

Third generation amber.

No reverse protocols.
Durable stuff, this.

There's no way to revert it
to its gaseous form?

I didn't say that.

Oh, dear.

It's a good look on you. Heh.

It looks like the amber
can only be reverted...

...to its gaseous state momentarily.

He won't have enough time
to emerge safely.

By the time he's aware enough
to step out of it...

...the gas will have resolidified,
capturing him again.

Couldn't we just push him out?

Not unless you want to end up encased
in that stuff yourself.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What's it for?

Hell if I know. Heh.

You know Simon.

You know...

...not everyone trusts Simon.

- My friends...
- Your friends in the city?

Some think he's allowed the resistance
to operate a little too freely.

He had better have a good reason
for checking out old, level-two tech.

- Because my friends...
- In the city.

They're gonna be watching.

A girl like you might wanna watch
her P's and Q's.

Wouldn't wanna do the wrong thing.

I'll keep that in mind.

Fire in the hole.

Wow.

Crowd control.

Back before the Loyalists decided
it was easier just to use bullets.

Quite proud of these little babies.

- When I say.
- Really? I was gonna go before.

Okay, buffers are communicating.

Ready?

Three...

...two...

...one.

- I didn't say "now."
- You were late.

Dr. Bishop.

My name is Agent Simon Foster.

It is a great honor for me
to meet you, sir.

And you, young lady.

You're very pretty.

Heh. Etta.

We just removed you from amber,
Dr. Bishop.

- You were inside 20 years.
- Twenty years.

It's no wonder I'm so hungry.

Do you have anything to eat?

This was... Is your favorite food.

That's what they say.

The stories, I mean.

Mm.

Mm. Mm.

That's lovely. Thank you.

Records indicate
that after the invasion...

...you and your team discovered a way
of getting rid of the Observers.

These are the blueprints
for the device you were working on.

But we believe before you could
finish it, you and your team were...

Were you all caught in amber?

- What do you call it?
- We don't know.

We thought it was some kind
of beacon.

No, no, no, you silly Billy. This.

- The same as you. We call it licorice.
- Licorice. Licorice.

Licorice.

Who are you?

You're quite pretty.

Licorice.

Do you have Ring Dings?

Dr. Bishop?

I need you to try
and stay perfectly still.

- Walter.
- Yes, I hear you, Peter.

I will try not to move.

Here. Try this.

His neural pathways have degraded.

It looks as if he's experienced
some sort of trauma.

Probably because he was so close
to the blast horizon of the amber.

- Yeah. Brain damage.
- Hmm.

Well, how do we fix him?

I don't know.

She'll be here in a moment.

Your meeting, it's about to take place.

You wanted to see me, agent?

Yes. We're waiting
on touch screens for headquarters.

They've been back-ordered
for months.

Well, I don't know
how to break this to you, agent...

...but your needs are the lowest thing
on my list of priorities.

- I understand that. It's...
- Or perhaps even lower.

And how is it that you always manage
to come during my lunch hour?

Walk me to my car.

I'm sorry. I can't hide my thoughts
from them the same way that you can.

Have you made any progress
with Walter's device?

Well, yes and no.

- And the others, are they...?
- Unclear.

If Dr. Bishop knows where they are,
he's unable to tell us.

Well, why not?

Do I know you?

Yes, Walter. It's Nina.

Nina Sharp. We've known each other
for many years.

It's good to see you again.

In that case, it's good to see you too.

So, what do you think, Ms. Sharp?

Can you help fix him?

Of course you understand the risks...

...of wanting to save the world.

Well, they say he did it once before.

He and his team.

Yes, they did,
but not without great consequence.

I can't fix him.

But I have an idea.

Massive Dynamic has long had a piece
of Walter's brain...

...that was surgically removed
and kept in a locked vault.

It's entirely possible
that you could use that material...

...to inspire Walter's brain
to heal itself.

They removed a piece of his brain?

Well, William Bell did.
It was at Walter's request.

Why?

I don't think he liked
the person he was becoming.

So can you go get it
and bring it out here?

Well, no, it's not as simple as that.

The old brain tissue, it's very fragile.

Neural matter can decay in seconds.

You can't just carry it around
in a Petri dish.

Why do I feel
like you're trying to bury the lead?

The material isn't here.

It's still at our old facility.

In the city.

That's wall-to-wall Observers.

We've done harder.

- You really should get this fixed.
- Hmm.

All right, Simon. Walter, stop it.

Uh, no, we've just been catching up.

Yes. No, he'll be ready
when you get here.

Walter, Etta and Simon
got the transit passes.

- What on Earth are you doing?
- Try it.

Wha...?

Oh.

I do hope we're going to the circus.

Heh. Walter.

Observers may proceed...

...to Platforms 6 through 26 for service.

Snacks.

Do you think they'd have
any of that delicious lic...?

- Monster.
- Shh. It's okay.

- Monster!
- We gotta get him off the street.

Hold up there.

What seems to be the matter?

Fringe agents. No matter.
We're just heading downtown.

I see.

I trust you have papers.

Of course.

- What's your name, prisoner?
- Prisoner?

I most certainly am not.

- Look at me. Do I look like a...?
- He's not a prisoner.

He's her grandfather.

We're taking him
to visit my grandmother's grave.

- Today's the anniversary of her death.
- I am not a number. I am a free man.

As you can see, he's crazy.

We just checked him out of the home
for the day, but it was last minute.

We didn't have time
to do the paperwork.

These aren't the droids
you're looking for.

Heh. I'm sorry.
I'm sure you can understand.

Next time, I won't be so nice.

- Thank you.
- Move along.

Nice.

- You okay?
- Yes.

Wonderful.

It's quite the adventure, isn't it?

Yeah, I suppose it is.

Like The Guns of Navarone.

Deja vu.

What?

I feel like I've been here before.

You have. Many times, I imagine.

Though, that was a long time ago.

I hope it was cleaner then.

This dust is revolting.

There's been a break-in
at the old Massive Dynamic.

Massive Dynamic?

Yes, sir, underground parking garage.

Are we sure it isn't a fault
in the system?

- It's been buggy lately.
- I ran diagnostics.

It's not a false alarm.

This is Agent Broyles.

I need to talk to Captain Windmark.

How's it look?

I can't say.
I've no idea how it's supposed to look.

What is that? Monkey feces?

That, Dr. Bishop...

...is your brain.

We need an inactive medium
to transfer the neural tissue.

A mixture of saline and polysorbate 80,
3 cc's of each.

Have you seen it?

Monkey feces?
No, I can't say I've had the pleasure.

Well, I wouldn't say
that it was a pleasure.

First I need you to take these pills.

They're diazepam mostly.

They'll put you into a deep sleep
for 10 minutes.

They'll quiet your brain
to allow the process to occur faster.

You're a clever boy.

Dare I ask?

Synthetic neurotrophins.
Growth proteins.

If this process works...

...it should allow his brain to absorb
the tissue in minutes.

I've eaten it once.
It was sweeter than you'd think.

- Feces?
- Heh. God, no. Brains.

And LSD.

I love LSD.

Okay, ready.

Dr. Bishop, we're going to inject that
solution into the base of your brain.

Oh, fun.

What was your name again?

- Simon.
- Simon.

Like in the game. Simon Says.

I'm going to have to listen to you.

Isn't that right, young lady?

Yes, he's a very smart boy.

Okay, this may look scary.

- But you won't feel a...
- I suddenly feel very tired, Simon.

Here.

Simon says, "Go to sleep now, Walter."

What if this doesn't work?

Dr. Bishop.

It has to.

When I was in my freshman year
at college, I'm at Stanford...

...and in the middle of the night, my
roommate comes banging on my door.

Tells me to wake up,
come check out the TV.

Heh. I tell him to go away.

I have a girl in my bed.

But he won't take no for an answer.

So me and the girl, heh...

...Emily...

...we get dressed
and go to the common room.

On the TV they're showing footage
from Chicago, L. A...

...London.

Observers going from house to house
and dragging people out into the street.

That was 2015, the purge.

I'm watching people...

...being dragged from their homes,
led into the street, I mean.

Put down like dogs.

And suddenly I knew.

I don't know how, but I knew.

That's why my parents sent me
so far away for school.

They were part of the resistance. They...

They sent me away to protect me.

That was the night they were killed.

And that was the night...

...I knew I wouldn't give up...

...until the Observers had gone.

You never told me that.

I never told anyone that.

I was only 4
the last time I saw my parents.

I can't even picture their faces
anymore.

Dr. Bishop? Are you okay?

I believe that's mine, young man.

Agent Simon Foster. Fringe Division.

Pleased to meet you, sir.

- What year is it?
- 2036.

And they're still here?
The Observers?

- Assessment?
- Sir, I count three sets of footprints.

Ready weapons.

Protocol?

Shoot first. I'll read them later.

Sir, 12th floor is clear.

Okay, proceed to the 13th.

Can you build it?

Walter?

They weren't all bad, you know.

One of them even tried to help us.

He was called September.

What happened to him was,
well, unexpected.

He told me that in the year 2609 AD...

...they finally ruined the planet.

They poisoned it. The air. The water.

And when it was
fundamentally uninhabitable...

...then they traveled back
through time...

...and took our planet from us.

Yes, I can build it.

Okay, good.

It will take some time.

But it would be easier if you didn't
have to do it alone, wouldn't it?

If you had your team with you
to help you.

You were trapped in amber with them,
right?

Do you remember where that was?

Do you remember
where we can find the others?

You.

Elevator.

Did you forget to disable
the internal alarms?

What are you people, idiots?

This way.

Neither Belly or I ever left ourselves
only one way out of a room. Come on.

Warm. They were just here.

How'd they get out?

Step back.

Keep going. Two lefts, then a right.

How do we open it?

- What?
- Where's Bishop?

We gotta get out of here.
They're coming.

Give me your watch.

- What?
- Your watch, now.

What are you doing? What is this?

Resistance must take place
at any opportunity.

We are insurgents.

And this is antimatter.

You're smart, you do the math.

What are you waiting for? Come on.

Sir, in here.

- I know where they are.
- Who?

The others. My team.

I know where we were ambered.

We should hurry.
It's not far from here.

So...

Are you gonna tell me
what that was all about?

Back at Massive Dynamic.

You and Bishop?

You see him.
He's half a fruitcake short of Christmas.

Heh. Yeah.

Yeah, he is, isn't he?

The wand should be
just about powered up. I'll check on it.

And you're certain it was Agent Foster?

Yes, agent. Foster, a woman and a man
Foster claimed was her grandfather.

But with a prisoner transport ID.

You may play fast and loose
up there in Boston.

But here, rules and regulations matter.

I can certainly take this up
with downtown.

No, I can handle my agents.

Agent Romick.

Activate Agent Foster's tracker
and assemble a team.

You designed these yourself?

Augmentation buffers. Yeah.

One goes on either side
down by her feet.

Not bad.

You know...

...I think you're just what
we've been waiting for.

Someone to show people that
we don't just have to accept our fate.

That we can fight back.

That we can use our will and our
imagination to make a better world.

- A better life.
- In that case...

...a little more focus,
a little less pontificating...

...we might have the job done by now.

Right.

Ready?

On three.

One.

Two.

Three.

Etta, the injection.

- Unh! Where am I?
- You're okay.

I'm Etta. I'm gonna give you
an injection to help you breathe.

- Hello, Astro.
- Walter.

- Where's...?
- This is not good.

What?

I think I broke the wand.

Can you fix it?

Ah, I can try.

Set up the buffers
and I'll see what I can do.

Shh.

It's not green.

The activation light, it's red.

No, actually,
it's going back and forth.

Something's wrong.

The buffers are having trouble
communicating with each other.

That doesn't make any sense.

There's nothing in here to interfere with
the signal. No phones, no radio waves.

What is it?

My tracker. They must have activated it.
We need to get him out of here.

- But how would they know it's us?
- I don't know. But they know we're here.

There must be enough of a signal in here
to trigger the amber.

The wand is broken.
How do we get him out?

I don't know.

I hear sirens. We have to leave.

We have to get him out of there now.

Okay, I have an idea. Here, take this.

When I say "now"...

...trigger the amber.
- But...

Three.

Two.

Heh. One.

We need him.

- Simon.
- Do it. Now.

Sub-level, go.

Three, take position.

Let's go.

At the stairs.

Two is clear.

Sir.

William Bell, you just left him there?

You remember what he did to Olivia.

Even you can't be
that compassionate.

But we need him, don't we?

Otherwise, how are we gonna
get access...?

It's okay.

We have everything we need.

I'm sorry about your friend.

We'll do everything we can
to get him back.

I promise.

Do you know me?

I don't know how I could.

I've been stuck in that amber
for over 20 years.

You barely look old enough...

Henrietta?

Hi, Dad.