Fringe s03e04 Episode Script

You have to come back.
Previously on Fringe: Because you belong with me.
Make the switch.
Welcome back.
Please let me out of here.
Please let me out of here! Our agent Dunham, has she made contact? She's on the Other Side.
Walter says this tech isn't from here.
They can have an army.
Look like anyone they want them to.
The shapeshifter's blood is mercury.
I have everything for your new identity.
Careful.
Their side may be alluring, but they started the war.
I don't care how long you've been here.
This is my operation.
You work for me.
So, what else did you come up with? And you can't say "pirate" again.
Definitely a banker.
- Heh, banker? - Mm-hm.
- Persian Kid Rock? - Yeah.
His long hair is just his link to his individuality.
I think they work together.
Well, she's wearing her sexiest little black dress so somewhere deep inside she was hoping this was something else.
Not work.
But she was wrong.
Yes, she was.
That, however, is truly impressive.
Yeah.
He's a little short for her.
I'll grant you that.
- Not when you stand him on his money.
- Hmm, careful, your con man's showing.
I think I just understand transactional needs.
Each party has something the other party wants.
She gets security, he gets her.
We all draw our moral lines in the sand.
And unless you can put yourself in another man's shoes I don't think you can really judge their situations.
But look at the body language.
- They haven't slept together yet.
- No? You can tell when a relationship's about to take that step.
I had a really nice time tonight.
Me too.
But, unfortunately, if I don't get home Walter's gonna wonder where I am.
And then he'll probably start calling the emergency rooms.
Shall we? Thanks.
Have a good night.
Um give me a moment? - Of course.
I'll be outside.
Hi, Senator Van Horn.
Hi, girls.
I've been looking for some lemonade all day.
- Know where I can find some? - We're selling lemonade.
You are? Well, perfect.
Mrs.
Van Horn has me running all over town.
I am parched.
- Oh, that looks delicious.
How much? - One dollar.
- One dollar? - We made it ourselves.
Well, I don't know.
You know, this just might be the best lemonade I have ever had.
I'll see you, okay? - Bye.
- Bye.
Wait.
You forgot your change.
Fifty-eight.
Victim is unresponsive.
Possible head injury.
I don't feel a pulse.
Charge defib? - Not yet.
- But he has no pulse.
Then why's he still breathing? - Patricia.
- Oh, Phillip.
I heard on the news.
I got here as fast as I could.
- How is he? - I don't know.
They won't tell me anything.
I want information on James Van Horn.
- Prep and alert the OR.
- OR's standing by.
Get me a CBC and tox screen.
What's his BP? Not getting anything.
No pressure.
Start CPR.
What the hell's going on with this guy? Stand aside, please.
You can't be in here.
Stay here.
Stop right there! Freeze! FBI.
Drop your weapon.
You.
Come here.
- I will kill her.
- Drop your weapon.
Do it.
No! Can't expect me to believe you're okay with this.
William's wish was that your father take over this company.
My personal feelings are not at issue.
With a basement lab in Harvard Walter was able to open a wormhole that shredded the laws of science.
I can't wait to see what he's doing with a billion-dollar corporation.
Your father made some regrettable choices in the past.
But his brilliance is undeniable.
It was that intellect that William Bell believed in.
And frankly, so do I.
It's not his intellect I'm concerned about.
So beautiful.
It is absolutely breathtaking.
Somewhere between pudding and foie gras.
Why do I bring this up? You with the red hair.
- It's black.
- I see red.
Answer the question.
I'm not sure why we're talking about brain physiology.
Dear God, how can you be so limited? When William Bell created this company he knew one thing to be true.
The brain and the mind are capable of so much.
Don't you see that the brain is consciousness.
Hmm? Hmm? The mind is God! There are no limits except for those that we impose on ourselves.
Open your eyes.
Open.
Open.
Inspiration is everywhere.
Do you know how lucky you are to play in this sandbox? My heart is racing.
Come on.
Is anyone else hot in here? - Uh, sorry to interrupt.
- Oh, you're just in time for the good bit.
Put your pants back on.
We got a case.
We have to go.
Of course.
I'll just get my things.
He's a bit unorthodox.
Also tripping his brains out right now.
- You know that, right? - Hmm.
Van Horn was admitted at 1400 hours.
Newton came in 15 minutes later and went on a shooting spree.
Look at that.
It's like he's got no fear.
Clearly Van Horn was an operative of Newton's.
We assume Newton knew Van Horn's identity as a shapeshifter would be revealed.
So Newton came here to retrieve him.
And when he couldn't, he shut him up.
Hmm.
In the right light, your hair looks like strands of lemon diamonds.
- He self medicated this morning.
- Don't worry.
I do some of my finest work self medicated.
Good.
Because not only was James Van Horn a sitting senator with top-level clearance he was a good man.
I want to know how long ago he was replaced and for what purpose.
Want a full accounting of every committee, every classified briefing he had.
I'll make sure his office is locked down.
Broyles, if they can get to a sitting senator the government could be compromised.
I know.
I'm gonna call the CDC and arrange blood tests for everyone.
- Dr.
Bishop.
- Mm-hm.
Examine the body, see what you can find.
Of course.
I think I'll go examine the body and see what I can find.
- So is it a machine? - No.
Where can I purchase some candy buttons? Those little candies attached to rolls of paper.
- Do they still make those? - I wouldn't know.
I try not to eat sugar.
So if it's not a machine, it's human? Nerve hook.
To answer your question, it is neither, and both.
Part machine, part organic.
A shapeshifter.
Such an inspired creation.
Frankly I'm a little envious that Belly thought of it before I did.
How's it going in here? You'll be happy to know that having something to focus on is calming the vividness of my hallucinations.
I'll probably be able to take it from here.
- Thank you.
- Heh.
- So, Walter - Shh.
I'm glad she's gone.
Very negative energy.
It seems pretty specific, don't you think, Walter? One shot, right through the eye? That's a good question.
Assuming that Newton shot the shapeshifter to incapacitate him perhaps this is the location of some sort of power source.
So assuming that you're right, do you think we could fix it? Fix him? We could try.
- Yes? - What were you thinking? Van Horn was in a car accident.
He was a liability.
I had to act.
- What did he know? - He was a senior operative.
- He knew everything.
- About me? Who do you think provided the information on Olivia Dunham and the team? Don't worry.
He's been disabled.
Or as you people call it, he's dead.
He can't talk and data recovery's impossible.
Your cover's safe.
For now.
What do you mean, my cover's safe for now? I don't know what your mission is, Olivia and you've made it very clear that it's none of my concern.
Whatever it is, I imagine it requires you to gain Peter Bishop's complete trust.
What makes you think that I don't already? Oh, maybe it's because I'm looking in from the outside but I'm willing to wager that somewhere, deep inside his brain Peter Bishop senses that something's not quite right with you.
That something has changed.
That you're not his Olivia.
You need to remember who you're talking to.
You're in over your head.
You're not fully committed to this task, and because of that, you will fail.
Did you know in the 19th century hat makers used mercury to flatten the fur on hat brims? Sadly, the mercury caused significant brain damage.
Hence, where Lewis Carroll got the term "Mad Hatter.
" Thank you, Walter.
That'll be very helpful next time I'm on Jeopardy.
I can't animate this shapeshifter.
Not here.
Perhaps if we moved the body back to my lab.
Sure.
- I'll have body transferred to Harvard.
- No.
My other lab.
The equipment of Massive Dynamic is state of the art.
Okay.
I'll call Nina right now.
Uh-oh.
I think I might be peaking again, Peter.
Perhaps chamomile tea would help.
Whoa, stop, stop.
What did you just do, Walter? I must have triggered something.
- So how's it going in here? - Oh, Agent Dunham.
Good news.
It seems this tin can is still kicking.
Agent Astrid Farnsworth.
I'm here to see Dr.
Bishop.
I've got an Astro Farnsworth.
That's me.
Mm-hm.
You know, the old me would have been really disgusted by that.
Ah, finally.
Did you get everything on the list? - I don't even want to know.
- Which one are you referring to? Both.
Uh, did you get the candy buttons? - Yeah.
Do you think? - They're for me.
Okay.
Now, do you mind telling me what all this stuff is for? We're making a treasure map.
Somewhere inside this creature is a data storage unit and now that's he's alive, I'm going to find it.
Using those items as visual stimuli we are going to map its neural pathways what we would think of as its brain.
- And what are we hoping to find? - Its memories, Astrid.
Everything it knows.
Who it was working for.
If there are others.
- You look shocked.
- You just called me Astrid.
You never get my name right.
Must be the LSD.
These are Senator Van Horn's Homeland Security briefings going back three years.
- Great.
Thank you.
You know, I can handle this if you wanna go check on Walter.
Astrid must be there by now.
If they've learned anything, I'm sure they'll call.
The senator made requests for classified intelligence 29 times last month.
There's nothing here.
If he's like the other shapeshifters, he's careful.
He's not gonna leave anything here that would tell us he wasn't the senator.
Uh, except for one thing.
He didn't know that today was the day he was gonna die.
Unless he had someone come and clean up there's gotta be something.
- It's Rachel.
I should take this.
- Tell her I said hi.
Hmm.
Hey, Rach.
What's up? It's customary to leave one message and the caller will get back to you.
Not 30.
He's alive.
Van Horn is alive.
- That's impossible.
- You underestimated them.
He's on the 23rd floor of Massive Dynamic.
Dr.
Bishop's working on him now.
- I'll take care of it.
- You'd better.
Hey, I think I found something.
What is it? It's you.
You and me.
And Walter.
All of us.
Every case we ever worked on.
He knew everything.
Pretend the train's going into the station? I'm 7 and a half, Mom.
You forget you're dealing with a very mature young man here.
Ah, I'll tell them we don't want any.
Come on.
Asparagus, it's great.
It'll make your pee smell funny.
Ha, ha, real funny.
Hello, Ray.
I have an assignment for you.
The body's in a lab on the 23rd floor.
You expect me to break into Massive Dynamic? Oh, you don't have to.
Just shift into a new body.
A scientist, or someone with clearance.
Shouldn't be a problem.
Is it? No, I'm just surprised.
I haven't seen you in five years.
Well, you know, that's the way it works.
After this mission, you'll take a new identity.
And Ray.
No traces left behind.
Nothing that can expose us.
- Understood? - I'll contact you when it's done.
Good.
I've got agents throughout the building and an N.
Y.
P.
D.
detail has set up a perimeter.
What makes you think that Newton would try to recover the shapeshifter? - I'd rather be wrong than sorry.
- Sure.
- I heard you were back - Oh, hold on here, Walter.
According to files in Van Horn's office, he's been collecting intel on us.
Suggests when he was shifted.
Besides Newton, anything about other shapeshifters? Anything that would tell us who they're working with? - No.
- So did you find anything in D.
C? We ran tests on every person on the Hill.
Everyone checks out.
What about the DOD and FBI? Shapeshifters could have infiltrated their ranks too.
We're testing everyone with a Level Four classification or above.
No.
Go wider.
Van Horn can't be the only mole.
- There's no way - Maybe we should just ask him.
- What? - That's what I've been trying to say.
If you want to know who the shapeshifter's been working with I think we should just ask him.
Is it possible that there's recoverable data in Van Horn? Walter thinks so.
We've been trying techniques to locate it.
At first, we did not have very much luck.
With everyday objects, the shapeshifter had a minimal reaction.
But then we tried something more personal.
Watch the monitors closely.
Here's what happens when I show it a toy car.
No neural activity.
But when I show a photograph of the senator's wife So those areas are where the data is? - Uh, no, we haven't found any data storage.
- Not yet we haven't.
But I believe we can continue to revive the neural pathways by playing upon this emotional tie.
- I'm not following.
It's a machine.
- Yes.
And to succeed in its mission, it needed to play the role of a spouse.
And pretending to have an emotional connection caused a real one to form.
The ability to process complex emotions is built into the machine's operating system.
We just needed a stronger trigger to find the data.
We need to use Van Horn's wife.
Oh, I don't think we can ask that of a civilian, Walter.
I mean, not to mention the security clearance it would require.
- It's the only way.
- Broyles, I know she's a friend of yours but if we get that data - I don't think it's a good idea.
Imagine the panic if she talks.
I've known Patricia for most of my adult life.
Her character is beyond question.
If she's willing to help us, I'm willing to trust her.
Hey, buddy.
What are you still doing up? I didn't sound the monster alarm.
But I think he's here.
- Where? - Under the bed.
You know sometimes monsters aren't all that bad.
Sometimes if you get to spend some time with them they can be very surprising.
They can be, uh, incredibly sweet and pure and capable of great, great love.
And then, one of them might actually become your very, very best friend.
But you're my best friend.
Yeah, that's right.
- Are you going to work? - Yeah.
Come check on me when you get back? I will.
Patricia, this is Agent Dunham and Peter Bishop.
- Hello.
- Hi.
I'm, uh I'm sorry.
I know that what we're asking you to do is difficult.
Frankly, it all seems a bit beyond comprehension.
Last week was our granddaughter's first birthday.
You should have seen the way Jim held her in his arms, so happy.
And now the thought that he was really this thing Patricia.
If this is too much for you No, I want to be here.
I wanna know who did this to my husband.
That's what we're hoping to find.
Are you ready? I'm ready.
Hi, James.
It's me, Patricia.
Can you hear me? - Is that what you want? - Oh, that's perfect.
But if you could please talk to him, not at him.
Okay.
It's quiet in the house without you.
I finished the curtains.
I can't sleep.
It's just something to do.
No, no, no.
This is not good.
Um Maybe if you could touch him, um Perhaps a gentle caress, uh, or tickle.
Excuse me? - Uh, I'm just suggesting possible ways to - No, it okay.
I understand.
Jim the kids have been asking for you.
Grayson called yesterday.
- Neural activity's rising.
- Hmm.
Lucy said her first word.
"Shoes.
" It's working.
We're close.
I've been thinking of all the years we had.
I know it wasn't always easy.
I'm sorry I didn't know you were gone.
I don't know how I didn't know.
You would've known.
I know you would have.
Walter, the lower base of his spine.
No.
Something's wrong.
That doesn't make any sense.
I don't know if you can ever forgive me, but, I'm sorry, I'm so Ten, 12, Whitefield.
Eleven, 13, 16, Beaufain.
- What's happening? - I don't know.
- Essex - It could be cipher text, code, maybe? - No, he's on a loop.
- Eleven, 13, 16, Beaufain.
- Stop it! - That's enough.
What was that? I don't know.
Maybe we triggered a corrupted file, a mishmash of discarded data.
No.
I know what that was.
Next month was our anniversary.
The Beaufain, the Whitefield, the Essex, they're all hotels.
We were leaving November 10th.
We're done here.
Let me take you home.
Did it help? Did you find what you were looking for? You've done more than enough.
It's no use.
There has to be a way to salvage more data.
Shapeshifter's system's too badly damaged.
Any data in there is likely lost.
One thing I do know for sure.
I am no longer high.
Walter, why don't we take a break and get something to eat? I don't have an appetite.
Well, maybe just a change of scenery.
Might clear your head.
Make you feel better.
- I suppose so.
- Good.
I thought you said you weren't hungry.
I'm eating for comfort.
To think what I put that poor woman through and the most activity we saw occurred in the shapeshifter's ass.
It was his lower spine, Walter.
Look! Animal cookies.
You love these.
No, Belly loved them.
I occasionally eat them to honor him, that is all.
Walter, I'm just trying to cheer you up.
Thank you.
Belly always thought that dinosaur cookies would've been a better idea.
Velociraptor.
Mm.
Dilophosaurus.
Yum.
I was more of a stegosaurus fan myself.
That was Belly's favorite too.
Funny thing about the stegosaurus Walter? Walter, what just happened? I'll be right back.
Oh.
Don't eat my pudding.
Okay.
Did you know that the stegosaurus had a brain in its ass? Why didn't I think of it? The stegosaurus has a massive, uh, cluster of nerves above the rump.
The sacral ganglion.
Evolutionary leap separating short-term memory from long-term memory.
Belly, you ingenious son of a bitch.
- Dr.
Bishop, go right ahead.
- Thank you.
Uh, you're not authorized to be up here.
Police are strictly working the lobby.
Sir? Patricia Van Horn was living with a shapeshifter for two years.
She must have noticed something different.
Oh, well, shapeshifters are good at their job, you know.
I've been thinking about it.
Maybe she did notice.
She just made excuses for herself not to have to deal with it.
Or she came up with ways to explain it to herself.
- Kind of like I've been doing with you.
- With me? Yeah.
With all the little differences since you got back from the Other Side.
Your experiences on the Other Side changed you but since you got back, it's like It's like you're a different person.
You seem less burdened.
You're more patient with Walter.
I mean, don't get me wrong, I like it.
The change is good.
But it's different.
Hey.
Hey.
- Where's Walter? - I don't know.
He said he'd be right back.
- Astrid, I need you to adjust that light.
- Step away from him.
Stay right there.
Don't move.
It was in his spine.
I was right.
Yeah.
You were right.
He's probably gone to the restroom.
No, he left his pudding.
Something must be wrong.
Excuse me.
Hey! That cop.
It must've been him.
Look for Walter, I'll go after the shapeshifter.
Walter? Walter! Walter.
Walter, look at me.
- Hey, Walter.
Walter.
Hey.
- Son? The stegosaurus, Peter, has two brains.
That's what they were after.
I, uh I couldn't find him.
So is he all right? Unh.
Uh, he took a bad knock on the head.
- I'll be fine.
- Okay.
Uh, this is Dunham.
We're on Floor 23.
I need the EMTs here now, please.
There was someone here We know.
There was a shapeshifter here.
And they took what we were after.
They took the data out of Van Horn.
- Help me up.
- Walter? Walter, oh, my God! What? Walter, are you okay? Under the circumstances, I'm fine.
I could have been killed.
- What're you doing? - The security cameras.
We can ID the shapeshifter.
Catch him before he changes bodies.
- Oh, come on.
- Peter.
Ownership has its privileges.
You didn't shift.
I didn't have to.
I got it.
Don't worry about them.
I took care of it.
We're clean.
Why did you do that? I didn't.
I couldn't understand your hesitation.
I saw it, but I didn't understand it.
I do now.
It's them, isn't it? - I got the disc.
I found a way - Now it's time for you to move on.
No.
- This is my life - Now you'll have another life.
Just like you had another one before.
This is simply a way station for you.
A stop along the way.
It's what we do.
It's what we're made for.
No, no, no.
They mean so much to me, and I've come to mean so much to them.
How can you ask me to give them up? I suppose I can't.
Keep your hands where I can see them! Get back in your car! I need to reach Agent Broyles.
Newton.
Newton, where is it? - Is he alive? - Where is it? He's breathing, yeah.
- Does he have the disc? - I can't find it but, uh, we can search properly when I get him into custody.
All right.
Is the Van Horn disc secure? It is.
You're gonna have a very difficult time without me.
Well, there are plenty of machines here.
I can befriend a vacuum cleaner.
You're very good at that.
At what? At continuing to try to convince yourself that you don't care.
But you do care, don't you? Every night, when your head hits the pillow in the last moments before you go to sleep your emotions betray you and you question your ability to pull this off.
Words like "integrity," "self-respect," they haunt you.
They form a line that you're unwilling to cross.
And that will lead to your undoing.
But I suppose that's not my problem anymore.
Here you go.
I lied to you.
About what? Uh, I don't wanna talk.