Fringe s02e20 Episode Script

Previously on Fringe: I crossed into another universe, took a son that wasn't mine.
Not a day has passed without me feeling the burden of that act.
Peter deserves to know the truth about who he is.
You saved his life.
I am sure that he will understand.
You didn't just open up a hole to the other side, you brought me back.
- Son, this- - I am not your son.
Peter checked himself out of the hospital three hours ago.
He's gone.
I'll be the roundabout The words will make you out 'n' out I'll spend the day Walter.
I've decided that we need to get organized.
You've been smoking marijuana.
I would hardly classify what I've just smoked as marijuana.
It's a hybrid of Chronic Supernova and Afghani Kush.
I call it Brown Betty.
Walter I know how you're feeling.
It's important to take control of one's life.
Walter, Peter is going to come back.
He just needs some time.
But he will come back.
Oh.
- Hey.
Hey.
Is there news? Have you found him? I'm sorry, Walter.
I have some leads I would like to follow up.
- But I have to- - You have to what? What can be more important than finding Peter? Aunt Liv, the snack machine stole the dollar you gave me.
- Hi, Astrid.
Hi, Uncle Walter.
- Hi, Ella.
You know what? We have some snacks back there in the fridge.
- You can go help yourself.
- Thanks.
Who's that? - Ella, Walter.
Rachel's daughter.
It smells funny in here.
Rachel's Olivia's sister.
Rachel had to go to Chicago for the weekend so she asked if I could look after Ella.
And I was wondering if maybe you could watch her- I couldn't possibly look after anyone.
I'm well into Phase 1.
I think she's talking about me.
Walter just smoked something called Brown Betty.
Hi, cow.
- Be careful, Stella.
Gene, no licking.
No licking.
You should only have to watch her for a few hours.
Don't worry, Olivia.
I will be here.
We would love to have her.
You're killing him.
You're not supposed to touch the sides.
What kind of doctor are you? You're not even trying.
His heart.
All you've done is eat all my snacks and talk about weird stuff.
And everything makes you laugh.
I know, why don't you tell me a story? - I'm not very good at stories.
- Didn't you tell stories to Peter? I'm sure Mrs.
Bishop did but, no, I never told Peter stories.
I was always too busy, with my work.
What about your parents, Uncle Walter? Didn't they tell you stories? Oh, yes.
My mother loved Chandler and another writer called Dashiell Hammett.
She loved detective stories.
Oh, and musicals.
She adored musicals.
She often would dress me up to play parts in plays at school.
I was roughed up quite a lot as a child.
Walter, I think that Ella would really, really enjoy a story.
Once upon a time Well, all right.
You ready? Once upon a time there was an accomplished detective.
Except that she had decided to retire, pack it in because there was one mystery she could not solve.
What was that? How to mend a broken heart.
Ms.
Dunham? My name is Rachel.
I'm sorry to just show up like this but I've left you several messages and I'd like to hire you.
My boyfriend.
He's gone missing.
As you can see, I'm busy.
He got in over his head to a gambler, a guy named Big Eddie.
I'm afraid something bad may have happened.
- Drown them? - I'm sorry, what? Oh, no, thank you.
You know, most times, when someone comes in here worried their sweetheart's gone missing or worse by the time they find out what I usually find out they wind up wishing he really were dead.
What do you usually find out? Rachel, is it? Do yourself a favor.
Go home.
He wouldn't do what you're suggesting.
We met only a few weeks ago but it was love at first sight.
You probably don't believe something like that exists.
But I assure you, it does.
Something happens and I'm head over heels I never find out Till I'm head over heels Something happens And I'm head over heels Don't take my heart Don't break my heart Don't, don't, don't throw it away What those school kids must have done to you.
Maybe you should teach me algebra.
Oh, you see, the medication that Uncle Walter is on causes his posterior and lateral cricoarytenoid muscles to contract his larynx.
Anyway, what was I saying? Ah.
Yes.
True love.
When was the last time you spoke to him? - On the telephone, two days ago.
- Okay, and what's his name? Peter Bishop.
Wait a minute, that's wrong.
My mom doesn't love Peter.
Of course not.
It's just a story.
But as with all good stories, things aren't always as they seem.
- So where were we? - She just took the case.
Oh, yes.
How could she not? See, what Rachel didn't know is that Detective Olivia once believed in love.
Especially great love.
And if for no other reason she took this case to see if such a love really existed.
Now, this is where things might get a bit frightening.
- I'm not sure you'd want me to go on.
- Does it have to do with Peter? Maybe.
It just might.
You see, just as Olivia was gathering the facts from Rachel far on the other side of town, a young man had gone into hiding.
Because he had in his possession a very special item.
What kind of item? As it happens a heart.
But a heart unlike anything the world had ever seen.
Now the measure of a good detective is where she gets her information from.
Is he here? Detective Dunham knew some high people in low places.
And you just can't escape from the sound Don't worry too much It'll happen to you We were children once Playing with toys Hello, Lieutenant Broyles.
Good to see you.
What's the matter, not gonna say hello? Well, I didn't know if you actually meant "hello" or if you were just stringing me along.
You're good at that.
- I need to ask a favor.
- Must be good if you're coming to me.
Not as good as pretending six years ago I didn't see a cop on the beat plant evidence to get a promotion.
But, yeah, it's important.
- What is it? - Missing person.
- Never seen him.
- What about this? Does it mean anything to you? Guy's sweetheart found it in her apartment the night he vanished.
It's a company logo.
Massive Dynamic.
Ever heard of them? - No.
What do they do? - Question is, what don't they do? Indeed.
What don't they do? Olivia did her homework and soon found out - some of the things they did do.
Like what? Massive Dynamic made its money at any cost.
A vile firm that never missed an opportunity to exploit the little guy.
Profiteering off the creativity of others.
Ms.
Dunham.
Nina Sharp.
- Pleasure to meet you.
- Thank you so much for seeing me.
Detective Broyles called on your behalf.
He said you were looking for someone.
You thought I may be able to provide some information.
Yes.
His name is Peter Bishop.
I'm investigating his disappearance on behalf of his fiancée.
She believes he may be in trouble.
That wouldn't surprise me.
Whatever trouble he's in, I'm sure he deserves much worse.
Peter Bishop is a con man with many talents and many identities, all of them suspect.
Small cons to large-scale industrial espionage with only one person's interests at heart: his own.
- I see.
- But I can tell you one thing if he's pretending to love this woman he must be using her somehow.
For her sake, and yours, I hope he stays missing.
He's dangerous.
I'm sorry, my attention is required on another matter.
Of course.
Thank you so much for your time.
Ms.
Dunham? You should proceed with caution.
I meant it when I said that Peter Bishop is dangerous.
It's me.
There has been a development.
Hello, this is Rachel.
Please leave a message.
Hi, this is Olivia Dunham.
I need to talk to you.
It's about Peter Bishop.
So could you give me a call as soon as you get this? - Rachel? Help me, Ms.
Dunham.
Rachel.
That's not how it goes.
- She can't be dead.
- Why not? Probably because it's her mother, Walter.
- Oh.
- No, that's not it.
Because that's not how stories work.
She's in love, true love.
She can't die.
But, as I have said, in this story, things are not as they seem.
She was an actress.
Real name wasn't even Rachel.
It was Kelsie.
Don't ask me what to make of it.
We're in the dark.
But whoever did this was good.
Didn't leave fingerprints.
Hell, we can't even identify what kind of weapon he used.
But one thing we both know, Dunham, death still seems to follow you around.
What you saying there, chief? I'm saying I want you as far away as possible.
Just when my interest is piqued? Keep nosing around and your interest can spend some time downtown - as a guest of the state.
- That's three hot meals and a bed.
It's tempting.
But I think I'll pass.
I'm serious, Dunham.
Time to leave things to the big boys.
Okay.
You win.
Directory assistance.
- Yes, operator? - I would like an address, please.
- Go ahead, hon, what's the name? For - Dr.
Walter Bishop.
It's you.
Kind of.
Slightly less handsome than your Uncle Walter, but equally brilliant.
A tinkerer.
A dreamer.
And Olivia would soon discover that he was the one that got her mixed up in all this.
So you're saying you hired her to hire me to find Peter Bishop? That's right.
- Why didn't you come to me yourself? Your reputation precedes you, Ms.
Dunham.
You are the best.
But you're selective.
You only take cases where someone has lost their heart to love.
I used her to get your attention.
I never meant for her to be harmed.
Well, you've got my attention now, Dr.
Bishop.
Who the hell is Peter Bishop? Why are you looking for him? - He was my lab assistant.
- You got the same name.
You related? Just coincidental although I did grow to love Peter as a son.
But, apparently, he was far more dangerous than I feared.
He stole something from me.
My most important invention.
I've spent my life inventing things that bring joy and happiness to make the world a better place.
Bubble gum, that was one of my first.
Flannel pajamas.
Ah, rainbows.
- And my latest project, singing corpses.
Two, three, four.
- Who can take a sunrise Who can take a sunrise Sprinkle it with dew Sprinkle it with dew Cover it with chocolate And a miracle or two The candy man The candy man can 'Cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good Why not bring a little life to the dead, I say? The harmonies are still a bit off.
What's this? - Well, it's a hug, of course.
He invented hugs? - Oh, yes, my dear.
He invented everything that is wonderful in the world.
Teddy bears and chocolate bars.
And something even more remarkable than that.
A heart.
A glass heart.
- What makes it so special? - Put simply, it's a power source.
But it's capable of many wondrous things.
And until quite recently I was kept alive by this glass heart.
I had a bad heart, and so I invented a glass heart.
But then, a few nights ago, someone slipped into my room and stole it when I was asleep.
I've done what I can with these batteries.
It's kept me stable, but if I don't get my heart back, I'll die.
You think Peter Bishop stole your heart? They disappeared at the same time.
The heart is priceless.
Who knows what somebody would pay for it? I have so much good left to do.
If I die, I'll never get to finish any of them.
All of my ideas they will all die with me.
She's gonna help him, right? Of course, but first, she needed to rehire her assistant Esther Figglesworth.
I have plenty of experience with all kinds of people.
I'm sure that would come in handy, right? I mean, mental patients probably need tons of patience.
And love too, they probably need love, right? I really need this job Please, God, I need this job I've got to get this job I'm sorry, excuse me.
Oh.
It's my old boss now.
Can you give just me a second? She only calls when it's important.
Or when she gets lost.
- What do you want? - New case, I need you.
You sent me packing this morning, and you owe me six months' back pay.
What makes you think I'm gonna drop everything just because you call? Because it's important.
And because that's just the kind of girl you are.
Dunham? - Drop what you're investigating.
- Who the hell are you? I'm a man who doesn't let his feelings get him into trouble.
Don't stick your heart out where it doesn't belong.
I'm sorry.
Does that hurt? Oh, no, no, no.
It feels great, actually.
Please, keep doing it.
I can't believe you got sucked back into business over true love.
You know, that's your problem, isn't it? You're always looking for something that doesn't even exist.
Hey, that's not true.
I'm not looking for someone who's gonna give his heart to the world.
I mean, somewhere in the universe, there's gotta be a guy who'll keep me warm when I'm cold, feed me when I'm hungry and maybe, on occasion, take me dancing.
Huh.
That's odd.
It looks like it's healing.
What kind of weapon did you say he used? Well, nothing that I'd ever seen before.
It was like some kind of laser.
This is the same kind of wound that killed Rachel.
So the man who attacked me is the same man who took her heart.
- Draw it.
- Draw what? The weapon.
I have an idea.
Yeah, the patent on this device was taken out last year.
Pretty cool little device, if I recall.
It's patented by this whiz-bang tech company out of Manhattan.
Boy, I wish I could work somewhere like that.
Big outfit, all kinds of spy stuff.
- They go by the name of- - Massive Dynamic.
You can't go in there, Miss Dunham.
A few hours ago, a man attacked me with that.
Told me to forget I'd ever heard the name Peter Bishop.
Now, I can the Feds or you can tell me the truth.
You choose, lady.
Bring me the file on the Quantum Laser.
The device was developed here in our biomedical research lab.
It was designed as a surgical tool.
Several months ago, one of our prototypes was stolen.
But tell me, this man that attacked you was he bald, with an odd cadence to his voice? - Who is he? - Not he, they.
We call them The Watchers.
These people are dangerous.
And they don't make idle threats.
You should know what you're getting into, Ms.
Dunham.
She was lying.
- Who? Nina Sharp.
She was lying, wasn't she? - What makes you think that? - I don't know.
I just don't trust her.
Smart girl.
You're getting ahead of the narrative but you're thinking along the right lines because Detective Olivia didn't trust her either.
Now - Hello? It's me.
You got anything? Nina Sharp's company, Massive Dynamic.
The founder and CEO is a guy named William Bell.
You ever heard of him? No.
Should I have? Well, it seems he's a sort of scientific Christopher Columbus.
He's always searching for what's right on the edge of our imagination.
But here is the interesting part.
In the past few years no one has seen him.
No press conferences, no public appearances.
It's like he just disappeared off the face of the earth.
Okay.
So, what's that got to do with Peter Bishop? - I don't know.
But that's weird, right? Yeah, listen, I gotta go.
Hey, Dunham? Yeah? - Be careful.
- Okay, Mom.
I have news.
Is it safe to talk? Of course.
No one can hear us.
What is it? I found it.
- The glass heart? You were right, Peter Bishop has it.
- So where is he? Where's the boy? We don't know yet.
But we'll find him.
Hell, that's fabulous news.
Well done, Nina.
- I knew you could do it.
- William, I've been going out of my mind.
By utilizing the heart's power we'll be able to create a stable door between universes.
And after all this time, we can finally be together again.
I know, my love.
Excuse me.
She is awake.
I see.
I suppose I should feel sorry for you, Ms.
Dunham.
None of these should have been your concerns.
The truth is I did everything to protect you.
I warned you to stay away.
But you didn't listen.
Now you've given me no choice.
So you're gonna send me somewhere far away where I won't be able to tell anybody what you wanna do with that heart? Not quite.
Go ahead, Mr.
Gemini.
No, no.
No.
No.
No, no.
No! Help me! I heard you were looking for me.
- Feeling better? - Is a hot shower better than drowning in a pine coffin? Much.
Thank you.
I take it you don't live here.
No, but nobody else does either.
Seemed like a pretty good place to hide out.
- But this is yours.
- Yeah.
What is it? Are you hungry? So how did you know I was drowning? Coffee? Yeah, one sugar, thanks.
Like I told you before, I heard somebody was looking for me.
A cop named Olivia Dunham.
So I was following you.
Someone's been giving you false information.
I'm not a cop.
- I'm a private detective.
- I see.
- You like jazz? - Jazz? Miles, Duke, Louis, John Coltrane.
You can tell a lot about a person from the music they listen to.
And whether or not they dance.
Well, jazz, not so much, but dancing sure.
Well, I guess we're opposites.
I hate to dance.
I'd take you, though.
You would? Why's that? I don't know, seems like it would be fun.
You look like a good dancer.
Huh.
This is very nice, and I'm grateful you saved my life but I know who you are, and I know what you did.
Wanna know why I was looking for you? Dr.
Walter Bishop hired me.
I know you took his glass heart.
Is that what he told you? That I stole his heart? What else did Walter Bishop tell you? That without his heart, he would die.
And that all the good he does for this world would die with him.
Guess I'm not the only one who's been given false information.
- What? You're saying that's not true? - Come with me.
A hundred and forty seven pins.
Each one represents a child injured by Walter Bishop.
Injured how? Walter's invented many things.
Wondrous things.
That much is true.
But what he didn't tell you is where his ideas come from.
Elephants, rainbows, licorice sticks.
They come from the dreams of children.
He steals children's dreams and he replaces them with nightmares.
That's what this is.
A pattern of destruction.
Of damaged kids.
Shattered innocence.
- Who else knows about this? - Nobody.
I worked for him for years, and I didn't even know.
It's why I was willing to die so that he could live.
It's your heart? I was born with it.
And I was willing to give it to Walter.
Because of all the good he's done.
Because of all the good he could do.
I thought that his life was so much more valuable than mine.
At least until I learned the truth.
Walter Bishop isn't responsible for all the goodness in the world.
But he is responsible for so much evil.
- Oh, hell.
- What is it? They've found us.
I knew you were a good dancer.
You really cut a rug out there.
Well, you're not so bad yourself.
I need your help, Olivia.
I'm dying.
Okay, I got them.
So, what do I do? Well - you ever play that game Operation? - Yeah.
It's just like that, except in reverse.
You gotta put those batteries into my chest but whatever you do, don't touch the nerve endings.
And what if I do? Don't.
Okay.
Hey.
You're gonna be fine.
Just go slow and take them one at a time.
Okay.
So, what made you wanna be a detective? I don't know.
I guess that I just always knew what it was I was meant to do.
And what's that? To care for people.
Well, then who cares for you? Okay.
I did it.
Okay.
Just one more.
Must be nice to know who you are.
To know your place in the world.
So, what about you? I thought I did.
I thought I knew who I was.
But I was wrong.
Done.
Peter? Peter? Peter? Please, Peter.
For once in my life I have someone who needs me Someone I've needed so long For once, unafraid I can go where life leads me And somehow I know I'll be strong For once in my life I won't let sorrow hurt me Not like it's hurt me before For once I have something I know won't desert me I'm not alone anymore Peter.
Hey.
Hey.
You did it.
Okay, now, you be careful.
These batteries aren't gonna last.
We have to get my heart.
Those men who attacked us work for Nina Sharp.
Nina Sharp isn't the one who's got your heart.
Then who does? Put it down, Dr.
Bishop.
How did you know it was me? The device, the one that came through the wall I knew that I'd seen it someplace before.
You brought Nina Sharp's Watchers to your side, didn't you? Peter.
Peter.
I never meant to hurt anyone.
I never I can change.
You'll see.
I can make up for all the harm I've done.
Peter, please.
Who can take a sunrise Sprinkle it with dew? The candy man can.
Peter, please.
It's too late, Walter.
There's some things you can't undo.
Candy man can 'Cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good Are you kidding? That's not a proper ending.
Don't you know, all good stories start with, "Once upon a time" and they end with, "Happily ever after"? You don't know how to tell stories, Uncle Walter.
I'll tell you how the story ends.
Peter? Peter, please.
I can change.
I can fix the damage I've done.
Please, give me another chance.
And Peter looked inside Walter's eyes and realized there was still goodness inside him.
So Peter took his special heart, and with all his might, he split it in two.
And the heart was so magical that it still worked.
And together they made goodness and lived happily ever after.
The end.
- Aunt Liv.
We had so much fun.
- Did you? That's great.
We played games kind of badly.
Then Uncle Walter told me a story.
I'm sorry, Walter.
No luck.
His ending wasn't very good.
It was sad.
But I fixed it for him.
Didn't I, Uncle Walter? Yes.
Yes, my dear, you were right.
Yours was a proper ending.
Yours was a much better ending, indeed.
The boy has not returned.
And I do not believe Dr.
Bishop remembers my warning.
Yes, I am concerned too.