Fringe (2008–2013): Season 4, Episode 7 - Wallflower - full transcript

Previously on Fringe:

In the dreams you were having...

- did you feel like you knew me?
- You're a stranger. What would I feel?

I'm in the wrong place.
The people I know and love...

are somewhere else. I gotta
figure out how to get home.

I can make it more
comfortable while you're here.

- Déjà vu.
- I wanted to check in with you.

It can be kind of overwhelming.

- I'm not freaked out.
- Good.

So, what were these
trials all about anyway?

Walter and William Bell thought that
children had extrasensory capabilities.



And so they
experimented on kids.

Some of the children didn't
handle the Cortexiphans well.

Some had adverse reactions.

Emotionally, you were
always the strongest.

Uh, I called in a prescription
just a little while ago.

- Olivia Dunham?
- Yes. Ahem.

This is your last refill.

So have your doctor call in a
new prescription for next time.

Yeah. I was hoping I
wouldn't need these anymore.

Thanks.

- Have a good night.
- Yeah.

When there's thunder and lightning,
people That's a bad sign it's gonna rain

When there's thunder and lightning, people
That's a bad, bad sign it's gonna rain

Hey.



Hey.

This is bizarre.

Well, I just, uh... I
was on my way home.

And I only live a
few blocks from here.

I didn't know that.

So you're just heading home now?

From a walk.

I had a migraine and, you
know, fresh air helps. You?

Well, as far as 24-hour dining
goes, this place is better than most.

Hey, this place makes a
pretty good cup of coffee.

If you wanna join.

You haven't slept in how long?

Since I got here.

That's a long time.

- It's hard adjusting to a new city and...
- Yeah, I can imagine.

I look to you to see the truth

A couple of weeks ago,
you asked me if I was...

Freaked out?

I used to believe, just a few months ago,
that I understood the world we lived in.

I mean, there were basic
truths that I thought were...

well, true.

I used to sleep like a baby.

Blissful ignorance.

You know, eventually, it
will just become your life.

Is that what happened with you?

Yeah.

Uh, sort of.

Hey.

Hi, babe. You close?

Yeah, sorry. I'm almost there. I
took the shortcut behind the theater.

All right. You okay?

Uh, no. I feel like
I'm being followed.

- What? By who?
- I don't know.

I don't know. I'm sure
it's just my imagination.

Where are you?
I'm calling the police.

No, Meg, it's fine. I'm two
blocks away from Willow.

Hello?

- Meg. WOMAN:
Cops are on their way.

No, it's okay.

It's okay. I'm here.

I'm home...

This is Grant. I need an
ambulance at 1625 Willow.

Ten-four. Copy location.

God, what happened to this guy?

Is he alive?

What the hell was that? - What?

- What are you shooting at?
- I don't know.

- Jack?
- Freeze.

Ma'am. Ma'am, stay back.

No. Jack. OFFICER: Ma'am.

He's my husband. Stop.
OFFICER: Stay back.

Jack!

You gotta love this
assignment, right?

Where else can you find baked
goods, car parts, and video games...

all under the same roof?
- Yes, sir.

Sir? I'm moving up in the world.

Did Broyles tell
you to call me that?

Keep that level of formality, that way
you don't get attached to your prisoner?

You're not my prisoner.

So, what, then?
You're my bodyguard?

Maybe just imagine I'm a friend.

Yeah, every 32-year-old man
needs a friend to chaperone him...

while he's underwear shopping.

You know what? That reminds me.

Agent Broyles told me to tell you he's
authorized you a $200-a-week allowance.

Two hundred. Big spender.

The only other thing I need is
safety glasses. You see them?

No.

Here we go.

Ha, ha. Here, let
me give you a hand.

I'll get it.

Thanks.

What was that about? - Nothing.

Just figured I'd help.

You really think I'd hurt a kid?

I've been instructed to limit
your interaction with civilians.

It's not personal.

I've been investigating
Fringe events for three years.

I never thought I'd become one.

Like I said, it's not personal.

Victim's name is Jack Zoephel.

At approximately 3:30 a.m.,
his wife placed a call to 911.

He believed he was
being followed home.

His wife was on the phone
with Jack when he was attacked.

The police arrived less than two
minutes after the call was placed.

When they got here,
he was already dead.

I'm assuming he didn't
look like this before he left?

- No.
- Walter's gonna love this.

What's with all
the broken glass?

That uniformed officer believed
he was shooting the perpetrator.

So he can identify the guy?

Not exactly.

So you shot at nothing?

I was just spooked, is all.

You unloaded your entire clip.

I don't know what to
tell you. I overreacted.

I bet you don't want to
tell us what happened...

because you're concerned
about your reputation.

You don't need to be.

Whatever you saw, however bizarre
it is, we need to know what it was.

I don't know how I'm gonna
file a report for this case.

We'll take care of that if
you just tell us what you saw.

I didn't see anything, exactly.

But I felt something.

Like what?

- A ghost?
- You said "ghost," not me.

His neck is broken.

WALTER: Could've
happened post-mortem.

Cause of death could be due
to rapid onset of adrenaline.

Walter, I can't understand
you. Are you eating?

Onion rings from Sully's,
double-dipped in beer batter.

Fantastic.

He could have died from a rapid
spike of adrenaline associated with fear.

That could be why
he's white as a sheet.

What, are you saying that
he was scared to death?

Walter, that's just
an old wives' tale.

Where's your imagination?

Must have been
a very boring child.

I'm ignoring that.

Huh.

Did Walter have any theories?

Uh, a few.

Until he runs some tests, he's
not gonna know anything for sure.

Can I ask you something?

All the things that we see...

like this.

Does it ever get to you?

Yes.

Every day. If I wasn't
seeing the agency's shrink...

my head would've
exploded a long time ago.

It's not like I can talk to
family or friends. I mean...

Well, who do you talk to?

No one.

I'm starting to think
that that's weird.

That's just not normal, is it?

We can rule out ghosts.

What makes you say that?

Ghosts don't bleed.

Hi, how's the
morning treating you?

Pretty good, and yourself?

Not too bad. Glad the hot
weather's starting to turn.

Me too. Fall's my favorite.

I love how the
leaves change colors.

After you.

So you have big
plans for the weekend?

There have been three
bodies similar to this one...

found in the surrounding
area over the past two weeks.

Why is this the first
we're hearing of it?

Before they ran the
medical records...

the police just assumed that all the
victims were suffering from albinism.

It's more common
than people think.

I guess. Any luck?

Well, so far I've checked law-enforcement
databases, including Interpol.

But it's possible this person's
DNA is not in any criminal database.

What about hospitals?

That's my next move.

We call them albinos, but the Kiswahili
tribe from Tanzania call them zeru.

It's also the word for ghosts.

Witch doctors from there sometimes
use body parts from albinos...

in potions for good
luck or fortune.

- That's...
- Grisly.

Yeah, I'd say that.

You found something?

Yeah. There's a mucus-like
substance on the body...

- a residue.
- From something in particular?

Aha.

They're chromatophore cells.

You find them in
octopi, chameleons.

Cells that have the ability to
translocate pigment in the body.

It's what certain creatures use
to blend into their backgrounds.

I just got a positive ID
on the blood sample.

- Do we have a name?
- Uh-huh.

Baby Boy Bryant.

According to this, the blood
sample we found at the scene...

belonged to a baby born on July 26th,
1989, at Parkview Hospital in New York.

And he died four days
later, July 30th, 1989.

Well, that's quite a quandary.

Perhaps we're looking
for a ghost after all.

They started automating
their records 20 years ago.

Here it is. "Baby Boy
Bryant. Born 26 July, 1989."

They didn't even give
him a proper name.

"Infant born with an
unclassified genetic variant."

Over 10 specialists examined
him, and no one could diagnose him.

"No medical precedent found."

- You okay?
- Yeah.

I just started to get
another migraine.

- I can do it.
- I know you can, but you don't need to.

- Thanks.
- I'll get you some water.

This baby was a mystery.

Says he died from complications
of his genetic abnormality...

on the 30th of July, 1989.

Which we already knew.

Thank you.

Okay. "Dr. Blake West
and Teresa Jaffee, RN."

See, I wonder if either of
them are still working here.

Miss Jaffee, is this your
signature on the death certificate?

Yes.

Can you tell us what you
remember about Baby Boy Bryant?

I was in the delivery
room when he was born.

He was so pale.

When Dr. West held him up, the
lights in the OR burned his skin.

We had to put him in a special
ward with no windows and no lights.

So when Dr. West told
me that the baby had died...

I was relieved that he
wasn't suffering anymore.

What is it?

I've never told anyone this.

As they carried him out...

I thought I heard him cry.

It was faint, but I
thought I heard him.

I assumed I had imagined it.

Do you remember
where he was taken to?

It was a private
insurance company.

Um... Something like...

"Cilas" or "Cypro."

Cyprox?

Yes. That's it.

Cyprox Incorporated.

I was told they'd be
handling the autopsy.

Thank you so much for your help.

Okay.

How'd you know Cyprox?

Because they paid my mother's medical
bills while she was dying of cancer.

And Cyprox was a subsidiary of a
larger company called Kelvin Genetics.

Why do I have a bad
feeling about this?

Because Kelvin Genetics
became Massive Dynamic.

Cyprox Inc. It's been years
since I heard that name.

We have reason to believe that
Cyprox Inc. abducted an infant...

from a hospital 22 years ago.

I'm afraid your
suspicions are true.

What can you tell us about him?

The boy had an unidentified
genetic abnormality.

He would have died within days.

But the same genetic
deformity made him suitable...

for some genetic
experimentation.

Walter discovered specific animal
cells on the body that we found.

Chromatophores.

The nature of the boy's
cellular abnormality...

allowed those cells to be
implanted into his system...

making him able to blend
into his surroundings.

Making him a
perfect spy or soldier.

Well, there were
military applications, yes.

Unexpectedly, the experiment
also allowed this child to survive.

Something about the chromatophores
offset his very fragile condition.

And you knew about this?

No, this was a satellite
research facility, one of dozens.

Neither Dr. Bell nor I had any specific
knowledge of what was going on.

I'm not trying to
justify what was done...

I'm just saying this child would've died
had he not been part of that program.

Maybe that would
have been better.

I think I'll send the boy's
files over to Walter's lab.

Maybe there's something
in them that can help.

If you didn't know about him...

how are you so
familiar with all this?

There was a fire in
the lab 10 years ago.

And we assumed that all the
subjects had died in that fire.

That was the first time that
William and I ever learned of U-gene.

Eugene?

That's what the researchers
called him: U-gene.

Short for "Unknown
Genetic Disorder."

His entire life, he didn't
have a proper name.

We assumed that he had died.

And as you can imagine,
it was impossible to prove.

So now it seems
as if we were wrong.

Me, oh, my I can't
believe my eyes

Everything I care about
is gone I wonder why

Life is tough No
matter how I try

Tell me that I'm dreamin'

Ziggy?

Tell me it's a lie

Me, oh, my

Ziggy?

Come here, kitty, kitty.

Can't you hear my beating
heart In and out of time?

Ziggy.

Me, oh, my

Where are you?

Me, oh, my

Hey. LINCOLN: Hey.

Come in.

Sorry it took Broyles so
long to sign off on this stuff.

I was starting to get worried.

After all your help the other day, I'm
surprised he didn't give you a badge.

- Thank you.
- It's my job.

No, no, I mean thank you for
treating me like a human being.

I haven't been getting that
a lot lately. I appreciate it.

You really think
it'll get you back?

The machine was powerful
enough to snap me out.

It stands to reason that it's
powerful enough to snap me in.

- I suppose that makes sense.
- I hope so.

- My best chance at getting back home.
- Altered universes, different timelines.

Olivia says that eventually all
of this will seem run-of-the-mill.

Which, frankly, I'm having
a hard time believing.

It's insane how
none of this fazes her.

She's made quite an
impression on you, huh?

I've never met
anyone like her before.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

You were together, weren't you?

You and Olivia. Uh...

Back where you came from.

Yeah, we are.

- God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...
- No, no, no. It's okay.

The Olivia you're talking
about, that's not my Olivia.

This is Agent Lee.

I'll be right there.

I need to go. Walter has
something to show us.

No problem. I'll see you later.

Oh, good, you're here. I
want to show you something.

- Is that an octopus?
- Charming, isn't she?

Brilliant, creative creatures.

You know, they
actually do build gardens.

Colored rocks and plants
and shells and even garbage.

They arrange them
around their caves.

- And they're like chameleons.
- Hey, Walter.

Why did we just
get a bill for $818?

You know I'm gonna be the
one to take the blame for this.

Tell Agent Broyles that
science has no price tag.

I'm sure he'll be very
pleased to hear that.

Uh, Nina sent over
some files for you.

- Thank you.
- Oh. U-gene. Fascinating story.

Walter, do you think that U-gene
is trying to make himself visible?

That he is killing people in
order to steal their pigment?

- Is that even possible?
- It's possible, of course.

Leprechauns are possible.

That would explain the
mucus on the victim's body.

I didn't understand
what it was...

but it must be acting as
some kind of conductor.

And that's how U-gene's
chromatophores...

are absorbing the
victim's pigment.

But to overcome what's
been done to him...

would require a considerable
amount of pigment.

If I'm right... Yes.

I'm afraid you'll be
finding a lot more victims.

Everyone, come quickly.

I have two pieces of news.

- First, he's dying.
- Who's dying, Walter?

Our suspect. The chameleon man.

I've spent the last
few hours re-creating...

what we believe our young
man is doing to himself.

Assuming you're right, Olivia, and he
is trying to repigmentize himself, then...

Is that a word? Repigmentize?

Go on, Walter. What is
he trying to do to himself?

The condition he was
born with was killing him.

And if he's now attempting to
reverse what was done to him...

To make himself normal.
Or what was normal to him.

Then he is, in effect,
committing suicide.

So you're saying
he's poisoning himself.

In a sense, yes.

His body is reverting
to the deadly condition...

that he came
into the world with.

Although he may
not be aware of it.

- Well, how long until he dies?
- Oh, don't worry.

- John here will be fine.
- Uh, I don't think Olivia meant the mouse.

The human?

Well, I can't say.

I suppose it depends
on how successful he is.

Okay, well, that doesn't change
things. We still have to find him.

How do we find
something we can't see?

That was the second
thing I had to tell you.

Ultraviolet light.

Come on, Yoko, where are you?

She's been there the whole time?

That was Broyles.
They found another body.

I was starting my shift
when I saw the body.

I didn't know what it was
at first, all pale and white.

It took me a while to
see it was Mr. Ryerson.

- Are the cameras functional?
- Yeah, just installed a few weeks ago.

There have been
some break-ins recently.

You're saying that
nobody left the building?

There's an emergency alarm on the
back door, and you were at the front door?

- You never walked away?
- No, and I watched the security footage...

just to make certain.

This is going to sound odd.

Even though you
didn't see anyone...

did any of the exterior
doors open on their own?

Heh. What are you looking for?

Lieutenant Broyles,
the dogs got a scent.

- Where does that lead?
- The upper levels.

- Are there any exits on those floors?
- No.

- Sir, he could still be out there.
- Lock this place down.

I need every available unit
to the Elmwood Apartments.

Lieutenant Broyles, the
last floor is evacuating.

- They were instructed to leave doors open?
- Mm-hm.

Okay, shut it down.
Everything but the elevators.

- Shut down as planned, over.
- Ten-four.

- My men are ready.
- Okay.

Take your team down and clear
the parking garage and the basement.

I'm gonna take one team to the
highest floor, work our way down.

You start here, we'll meet in the middle.
- Okay.

You guys come with me.
We'll take the north stairwell.

This is taking too
long. Let's split up.

Go. I'll take this floor.

We've got a scent.

LINCOLN: This is Team 3.

False lead. It's just a shirt.

Olivia, can you read me?

Olivia, come in.

Help me, please.

You understand right now...

how important it is to be seen.

Your life depends on it.

Me seeing you right now.

Okay, just wait.

Listen, you're dying.

Whatever it is that you're
doing to yourself, it's killing you.

Just please let us
try and heal you.

I don't think you're
here to help me heal.

Not after what I've done.

If you are here to help me, it's
because I have value to the military...

and they don't want long-lost
experiment 69545 to self-destruct.

Not when they've
found him again.

We have nothing to do with the military.
I am just here to stop the killing.

All my life...

I've been watching
them live theirs.

Watching them...

fall in love.

To be looked upon
by the right person.

To connect.

And to see in their
eyes kindness.

Happiness.

And...

recognition.

That's when you exist.

Liv, please respond.
Are you okay?

There is a scientist who
I work with for the FBI.

He works out of a Harvard lab.

Now, if anyone can hope to
undo what they have done...

I lived my life in a lab.
I am not going back.

If you treat yourself again,
even once, it could kill you.

Olivia, where are you?

Olivia. She's in here.

He's got my gun.

Spencer, come in.

Agent Broyles.

We've got nothing.

The dogs have been
through every floor twice.

He's gone.

We'll let you
know, folks. Please.

Let's get these people
into their homes.

Let them in.

- Sir.
- Go ahead.

You're gonna want to see this.

There's a sub-basement
where all the pipes run.

It's designed as a service bay.

This is his home.

These items must
belong to all the residents.

Like he kept a small token
from each person's life.

He was watching them.

Looks like you were right.

He was trying to cure himself.

This isn't about curing himself.

This is about being seen.

I thought you
weren't coming today.

I see you every day.

I thought you might have caught
the cold that's been going around.

No.

Well, that's good, then. It's
too beautiful a day to be sick.

The most beautiful.

My name is Eugene.

I'm Julie.

I thought you should know that we
found U-gene Bryant's body. It's over.

Well, thank you.

But you could have
called to tell me that.

All he wanted was to
be like everyone else.

But how could he?

He'd never be like anyone else.
Not after what they did to him.

So you're thinking about
what was done to you?

You know, even with my
colleagues, I'm different.

Things that should bother me...

Do you think
that it's possible...

the Cortexiphan trials
stunted my emotions?

Oh, Olive, you can't let what
happened to you as a child define you.

And, no, the answer to your
question is: You are perfectly normal.

At least as normal
as any of us is normal.

Life is an experiment.

You have to find out where you
belong. Find your own place in this world.

But shouldn't I know
where that is by now?

Not necessarily.

I mean, before you and your sister
came to live with me, my life was work.

And I didn't think that I could find the
time or the room for you girls in my life.

Now I can't imagine what
my life would have been like...

if I hadn't taken that risk.

Oh, when the time
is right, you'll know.

Hey.

Hey.

- What's this?
- I got you something.

Just trust me.

I'm gonna get going. Broyles
is letting me use the lab.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Is that our paperwork?
- Yep.

- Just finished.
- Thank you.

We can put this case on the list of
things that makes it hard for you to sleep.

That list is getting longer.

Well, maybe if you find
yourself, uh, at the diner tonight...

say, around 3 a.m., I
might... I might see you there.

I'll see you then.

Maybe.

Yeah, yeah.

Clear.

Should we move her to the bed?
- No need.

She's not gonna remember
the last two hours anyway.

When she wakes up, she's
gonna have one hell of a headache.