Fringe s03e14 Episode Script
6B
I intend to restore balance to our world.
Previously on Fringe: An unstable wormhole that would not close was quarantined by Fringe Division Citizens encased in quarantined Amber have been ruled legally dead.
We gave you the ability to identify things from the Other Side.
Was it me who described it as a glimmer? There's something I have to talk to you about.
About her.
Fake Olivia.
When you asked me to come back to this world, you said - That you belonged with me.
- And so I came back for you.
And we started seeing each other.
I thought she was you.
She wasn't me.
How could you not see that? Now she's everywhere.
She's in my house, my job, my bed.
I don't wanna live in my apartment and I don't wanna be with you.
We need a secret word in case I need to escape.
You'll be fine.
- I don't know what to talk about.
- They're my friends.
Just as long as you don't discuss religion or politics.
Oh.
Well, it is lovely weather we're having today.
See? You do small talk just as good as anyone.
- Evening, folks.
What unit? - Uh, Kimball, 7C.
- Enjoy.
- Thanks.
- Oh, is the elevator not working? - Nope.
It's working.
Good luck.
Evening, Mrs.
Marcello.
Where you heading? - Schrodinger Hotel, on Flatbush.
- You're not leaving too? I can't take it anymore.
I haven't slept in weeks.
- Come on, it's not that bad.
- Yet.
I won't stay to find out how bad it'll get.
I'm not spending another minute.
All right, all right.
At least let me hail you a cab.
See, I know where Brooklyn is.
- Oh, my God, you made it.
- Hi.
You must be Chris.
It's so nice to meet you.
- California bubbly.
- I like him already.
Come in.
A bunch of people are on the balcony.
You guys head out, I'll get some drinks.
I'll come with you.
- Uh, wine? Ha, ha.
- Surprise me.
- Okay.
- He is handsome.
And sweet, and funny - And your age.
Finally.
- Ha-ha-ha.
Hey, try some of this chicken.
It's amazing.
He's great.
At this point, we're practically living together.
- Really? - Who are you living with? - Oh, hey, Rick.
- Her boyfriend.
So have you given him a section of your closet? And half the medicine cabinet.
Rick.
All right, all right.
I'll call the building manager.
Yesterday the stove comes on completely by itself.
Yeah, now we just need to teach it to make us breakfast.
Hey.
I'm serious.
This is not funny.
- It's kind of funny.
- Yeah.
Sylvia? - Sylvia.
- What's in those? I don't know.
It's some type of barbecue.
- My God.
- Get my purse.
She's having some allergic reaction.
Go get Chris.
- Where's Chris? - Hey, I'm Chris.
Sylvia can't breathe, she needs her purse.
It's with her coat.
To the Schrodinger, corner of Flatbush and Yum, yum, pigs, plum, pancakes blue O.
J.
, grapefruit What's the occasion, Walter? Oh, nothing special.
Been quiet for the past couple of weeks.
No new cases.
And somehow that has translated into never seeing Olivia and I, for one, miss her.
Any reason you didn't mention this last night? Would you believe it slipped my mind? No, I would not.
Whatever's happening with Olivia and I, or not happening, as the case may be is really between us.
It's none of your concern.
Your happiness is my concern.
And while that's sweet, I'm begging you, please, don't try and force things, okay? I'm not forcing anything.
- Good morning, Walter.
- Yes, it is.
It's good to see you, dear.
- So, what was so important? - Hmm? Oh, important? Breakfast.
Most important meal of the day, and I proved it in 1973.
Blueberry pancakes.
This is a Bishop family specialty, best eaten while still warm.
You didn't have to do this.
That's exactly what I told him.
Oh, there's something missing.
He wants us to spend time together.
The three of us? No.
Just the two.
Walter! He's not lying.
The pancakes are fantastic.
I'm gonna head back to the office.
Olivia.
Look, I don't approve of his methodology but since we're here we should take advantage of the situation and talk about what's about bothering you.
I don't really know what to say.
Look, I know that you still think about her.
I know you had feelings for her, and that you still do.
And, frankly, I don't think you've been completely honest with me.
Well, you're right.
I mean, I haven't told you everything.
- Mostly because I didn't think you - That I could handle it? I know you struggle with trust issues, have difficulty letting people in.
I'm struggling because the reasons are real.
I'm not making them up.
I know.
I never wanted to be one of the reasons.
And I still think about her because I imagined going down that path with you.
Imagining what it would be like to wake up with you.
To sit around, just the two of us, having coffee, reading the paper.
And then finally I had it.
I've seen what the two of us together looks like, and it's beautiful.
Peter, she's the one that took it away from us.
Not me.
And now? Who's the one stopping us now? Dunham.
Yes, sir, we'll be right there.
- I'm gonna go get Walter.
- Okay.
Hey, Cupid.
Did my plan work? If your plan was to make things even more awkward and painful between us it worked like a charm.
Perhaps I should have made a frittata.
Six people at a party on the seventh floor fell to their deaths last night.
One second they were on the balcony, next, they were hitting the sidewalk.
What, they all jumped? Like a flash mob, of suicide.
Jumpers don't usually take their patio furniture when they commit suicide.
Any structural damage to the balcony they were on? First responders didn't detect anything.
That doorman, Jimmy, was on duty when they fell.
Okay, well, I'll meet you guys upstairs.
Jimmy? I'm, uh, Agent Olivia Dunham.
I wonder if I could ask a few questions about what happened last night.
I don't know.
I don't know what happened.
I was helping Mrs.
Marcello hail a cab and then this body just hit the ground.
And then another, and then they all just came down.
But at once? Like they all jumped at the same time? Maybe it's true what they say about this place.
What do they say? Sylvia has a peanut allergy and I guess something that we had catered triggered an attack.
I ran out to the balcony to get her boyfriend.
We were so busy with Sylvia that by the time we heard the screams, everyone was gone.
- Don't be a daredevil.
- I'm not, I'm not, I'm not.
I don't think these people jumped.
You're right.
Even if they'd just went over the railing, they would have landed farther out.
Yeah.
Simple physics.
Instead, they landed directly below us.
It's as if they went straight through the balcony.
Let's not push it, all right? Fascinating.
How do six people fall through a solid floor? Ghosts.
Apparently, the residents think the Rosencrantz building is haunted.
Apparently, unexplained phenomena's been happening here for a while.
- Unexplained phenomena? - Yeah.
Like the water pipes would be replaced and then two days later explode.
Or the electricity would go on and then go off, unexplained.
People have been reporting odd sounds.
That describes just about every single prewar building.
Well, half the tenants have already moved out.
People are falling through balconies.
I think they're about to lose the other half.
Any ideas, Walter? I know what's happening here.
Ten times I've flipped this coin and 10 times I've gotten heads.
That's fairly inconceivable.
The laws of physics are being disrupted here.
The balcony.
Here one second, gone the next.
What are you saying, Walter? That like the other universe, our world is starting to come apart at the seams.
And the tear is beginning right here.
Damn it.
- Walter, what are you looking for? - My seismograph.
How am I to measure microquakes without my damned seismographs? Walter, we keep them in the back.
Then why are you sitting around? I'll go get it.
- A "thank you" wouldn't kill you.
- Oh, I'm sorry if, as the universe is collapsing, I forgot the magic word.
Walter, I understand that you're worried but we don't know we're dealing with a soft spot.
It is not a soft spot, dear.
It is a hole, which could potentially lead to a vortex.
With the operative word being "potential.
" Yes.
Agreed.
We need proof.
And that's where you come in.
I want all the data we can glean from that location.
Digital spectrometer, radiological survey meter.
We need to track any irregularities.
Walter, this is still hypothetical I know that this is not exactly precise science.
Perhaps you'd prefer I put Olivia into a heightened state of fear and anxiety in the hopes that she may get a glimmer from the Other Side? That's not what I meant.
Here's the seismograph.
Thank you, Astrid.
We're gonna go set this up at the Rosencrantz.
If any seismic activity happens, you'll be the first to know.
Yes.
Thank you.
Please.
Hocus pocus.
Whatever you wanna hear.
Walter, what's all that about? Nothing.
Do you remember the chemical attack on the commuter bus some years ago? Yeah.
It was one of our first cases.
I want the case file and I want my lab notes for the case, please.
How come? Dear God.
Is it Second-Guess Everything I Do Day? Because I haven't been informed.
I'll get you the file, Walter.
Okay, the seismograph's online.
All right, Walter, we got everything set up.
Well, can't you do that from there? Okay, fine.
We'll stay here.
Yeah.
Bye.
- You're kidding.
- He wants us to stay.
He knows it's 12 degrees out here? He said to stay close in case we have any last-second calibrations.
Do you really think this is the end of the world as we know it? If it is, there's no reason to wait in the cold for it.
There's a bar across the street.
You think now's the time to be throwing back shots? Who said anything about shots? Maybe they got fries.
Now you're talking.
Evening, Mrs.
Merchant.
Hello, Jimmy.
Mystery selection coming up.
- Is it "Feelings"? - Ha.
- No.
- Ha, ha.
Did I tell you about Walter's rendition of "Never, Never Gonna Give You Up"? No, but I actually love Barry White.
- He was only wearing his socks at the time.
- Ugh.
He was doing the Hustle.
There was a lot going on.
Ha-ha-ha.
Okay.
That's enough.
You know when you were talking earlier about what it felt like when you thought you were with me? You said that it was beautiful.
Yeah.
I wanna know what that feels like.
But Olivia, what? I just need to get some air.
I'm sorry.
Olivia.
Look, whatever that was, if you think it's a mistake Peter.
You glimmered.
When we kissed, you glimmered.
So you're afraid.
- Afraid of what? - That you were right.
That this isn't just about her.
It was, but I think that this is me.
I think that I'm stopping us.
Maybe I'm just incapable of being vulnerable.
- Come on, you know that's not true.
- It must be.
I'm terrified that I can't fix this.
That this is just who I am.
What do you see? Peter? Are you getting these readings? What's happening? I don't know.
I'll call you back.
Peter? What happened? Who was he? My husband.
His ghost.
Nothing.
I thought there'd be some radiation leakage from over there.
You don't buy it's her husband's ghost? There's no such thing as ghosts.
That's where you draw the line? Ghosts? Belly and I used to argue about this constantly what happens to the body's energy after death.
William theorized we should be able to capture that energy using what he called soul magnets.
That's a catchy name.
He said if he were right, he would contact me from the great beyond.
I haven't gotten the call yet.
If she didn't see her husband's ghost, then what did Mrs.
Merchant see? Mrs.
Merchant, when was the first time you saw your husband? You mean after he died? He's been visiting for a couple of months now.
Looks like you two were together for a long time.
Almost 45 years.
These photographs are beautiful.
Was he a photographer? - He liked to pretend he was.
- Oh.
When we'd travel, he'd tell people we worked for National Geographic.
No, I know that that sounds horrible.
No.
But that little fib got us into a few restricted, but spectacular places.
We never had children, so that was our thing.
We made a hell of a team.
Forgive me, but how did Derek die? It was stupid.
The fuse box blew like it always did and we flipped a coin like usual.
Whenever there was a chore neither of us wanted to do, we'd flip for it.
Derek lost this time.
There was a short in the wiring.
He died instantly.
After his death, you must've been devastated.
Is that when he started coming to you? No.
I couldn't get out of bed after the funeral.
We'd been together since we were twenty.
He was part of me.
Then he was gone.
So when did you first see him after he died? A few days after.
Around dinner.
For a second, I forgot.
I wondered what Derek was in the mood to eat.
And then, I remembered he was gone.
And all I felt was despair.
All I wanted was him.
Even if that meant dying myself.
And that's when he came.
He came to be with me.
When I needed him.
How long did you two live here? Uh Over 40 years.
Derek owned this apartment.
- I moved in after we got married.
- Ah.
Walter, why did you ask that question, how long had she lived here? What does it matter? Because if her husband had this apartment, then it stands to reason that her husband's double may have this apartment on the Other Side.
Which proves I'm right.
The universe is breaking apart at this very spot.
That woman is seeing through to the Other Side mistaking the other Derek for her husband.
Which is why I can see him too.
Yes.
And if the fabric separating our universes is so thin that Mrs.
Merchant can see through it This is not good at all.
I understand why she can see through and I can't but how is it that Mrs.
Merchant can see through it? Right now, I'm not interested in how, Peter.
I'm more concerned about what happens next.
Which is? Imagine this is the soft spot in the universe.
With every incident it weakens it a little more.
Until eventually a vortex, a gaping hole that sucks in and obliterates everything around it.
Just like we've seen happened on the Other Side.
- Walter, I found it.
- Good.
What took so long? The FBI had transferred the case files to Massive Dynamic.
- Which file? - Commuter bus attack several years ago.
How is that relevant? I've been worried about this since we returned from the Other Side.
How we would respond if a vortex opened up here and how we would plug the breach.
- Please don't tell me - What am I missing? We would do the same thing as they did over there.
The government asked us to analyze its properties.
No one had ever seen anything like it before, so there was concern.
Good reason.
If I'm right, this has a composition similar to the material that Walternate uses.
We need half a dozen of our best scientists.
And that nervous fellow, Brandon.
Dr.
Bishop, let me get this straight.
Are you really suggesting that the FBI encase that building in Amber? Perhaps the whole block.
Tell them they can refer to my lab notes.
Stop.
We've seen what the Amber's done the Other Side, thousands trapped.
Not to mention the public reaction.
We'd be looking at mass hysteria.
I understand, but how do you think the public will react if that soft spot turns into a vortex? A black hole that swallows up half of Brooklyn.
We should get started.
I understand that it's a last resort, but it's a bad last resort.
You know more than any of us do.
What's the protocol over there? Well, the Fringe Team goes in and, uh, assesses the scope of damage.
Then they set a perimeter.
They evacuate as many as they can.
And once the canister is in place, the gas is dispersed and within seconds, the Amber solidifies.
I need to run this up the channels.
Not how you imagined meeting the president, huh? I already know him.
He doesn't like me.
I beat him at golf.
What are you thinking? Uh, I understand Walter's concerns, but there's got to be another way, right? When I access the information on the other soft spots Walter still doesn't know what's causing the incidents.
But if this is a new spot, why there? Why that building? Maybe we can figure out how to stop it.
Lets pull up all the geological reports from the Rosencrantz as well going back to the first reported incident and see what we're missing.
We've narrowed down the parameters based on your notes and we think this mixture should replicate the compound you're looking for.
So how's it going? Walter, are you all right? For a long time, I've been willing to think the worst of Walternate.
That he was an evil man willing to use any means necessary to get what he needed.
I suppose it made it easier to justify what I did.
Now, we're faced with the same decision and I'm arguing that we do exactly what he did.
What sort of person does that make me? One who's asking the right questions.
You don't think he grappled with them too? The compound is ready, sir.
There's nothing unusual beneath the surface.
There's no subway tunnels, no major utility lines.
I mean, what are we missing? Hey.
I'm sorry.
Um The woman who lost her husband, Alice Merchant why can she see through to the Other Side? You can do it, but only when your emotions are heightened.
That emotional intensity is your trigger.
She's grieving.
That's intense.
But people lose loved ones all the time.
What makes her so unique? And why can she only see her husband's double, and not her own? If they both live on the Other Side she should see them both, right? Maybe the other Alice lost the coin toss.
She told you they used to flip a coin to see who's going to fix the fuse.
Maybe the same thing happened but on the Other Side - Alice died instead of Derek.
Okay.
Well, what if we've been looking at this all wrong? What if this is not about physics, but about people? Go on.
Is it possible that these people, both grieving for each other in the exact same spot are somehow causing this soft spot? Some form of emotional quantum entanglement.
Perhaps.
Spooky action at a distance.
Einstein.
Two objects interacting with each other even though they're separated.
- The man had a way with words.
- So it is possible.
In theory.
I'd have to test it.
And I'd have to figure out how to do that.
- Dunham.
- Olivia I'm picking up all kinds of seismic activity in Park Slope.
It's happening again.
South side of the street is clear, sir.
Move west and merge with team Bravo.
I want an update in five.
- Yes, sir.
- Is that the ambering device? I've prepared a remote detonator so your agent won't get caught in it.
You two, take this cylinder, place it in the stairwell.
Then, report directly to me.
Quickly.
Sir, I think that there's another option.
The woman who can see through to the Other Side? What if whatever freak accident that killed her husband over here also killed the wife over there and this intense grief they're experiencing is somehow blending our universes together? You think all of this is because of feelings? Some chemicals in the body are like Cortexiphan which allows Olivia to see the Other Side when she's afraid.
We don't know how her emotions allow that, but they do.
Dr.
Bishop, is there any merit to this? There's a chance.
But quantum entanglement is a tricky business.
I'm not sure.
Sir, we've got a resident that's refusing to vacate.
Merchant, 6B.
Please advise.
- That's her.
- Pulling her out won't help.
Proximity is irrelevant.
If Peter and Olivia are right, and this couple is responsible for what we're seeing it doesn't matter if they're inches apart or miles.
The sub-atomic connection is the same.
She needs to break that connection and let go on her own.
Well, what do you suggest? We convince her that it's not her husband she's holding onto.
And that will make this stop? Possibly.
But before we resort to Amber, we have to try.
If I give the order, I want you two out immediately.
No hesitation.
Understood? - Yes, sir.
- Go.
He's already here.
- Alice.
- Go away.
I don't want you here.
Alice, what I'm about to tell you is gonna be hard to understand.
But everything that is happening is happening because of you.
Because of you and Derek.
Now, you're the only person that can stop it but to do that, you need to let him go.
I won't do that.
I can understand how you feel.
Okay.
The man you're seeing, he's not a ghost and he is not your husband.
- He looks like Derek, exactly like Derek - Then who is he? This way.
Come on.
- How long do we have? - There's no way to know.
Sir, the device is in place.
I want all teams behind the line immediately.
Yes, sir.
You're wrong.
I swear to you, the man that you're seeing he's from another place, he's from another world.
What are you talking about? In his world, he lost his wife too.
And she looked exactly like you.
He's making the same mistake that you are.
He thinks that you're his wife.
I know this sounds insane, but all those people that fell they all died because you two couldn't let go of each other.
All of this is happening because of you.
And you can stop it if you just let go of him.
Alice.
Love, it's me.
I can hear you.
Derek, I hear you! Olivia.
I can see him too now.
Sweetheart, I miss you.
I miss you too.
Was that? That shimmering, was that what I think it was? Seeing the Other Side? Yes.
We all are.
Dunham.
Bishop.
I want you out of there now.
Do you copy? I repeat, do you? There's so much more to tell you.
Things I never got a chance to say.
I don't think the building can take much more.
Well, she won't let go.
What's happening? Rapid shifts in barometric pressure, static electricity.
Dr.
Bishop.
It's the vortex.
It's starting.
Is everyone clear of all the windows and doors? How do I trigger the Amber, Dr.
Bishop? Turn it on.
Pull out the pin.
Evacuate now.
Do you hear me? That's a direct order.
Alice, you have to listen to us.
That man is not your husband.
Who is that? Who are those people with you? Alice, please, look at me.
You need to let him go.
How can you ask me? I can't.
I can't.
I just can't.
I know.
I know.
But you've already had what most of us only dream of.
A lifetime with the person that you love.
Look around.
Your house is filled with mementos.
Photographs, ticket stubs, evidence of a life shared with somebody.
Proof that what you and Derek had was true and real.
When you have something real you'll do anything to keep from losing it, but please you have to let him go.
Alice, I miss you so much.
And the girls miss you.
We never had children.
Of course we did.
No.
I'm not your wife.
Your wife is gone.
And so is my Derek.
Good up here.
Everything okay down there? I know that it's a lot to take in.
I'm not sure I'll ever really understand what happened.
And I'm not sure it would make any difference if I did.
You know, today was something I never could have imagined.
But if the impossible is possible who's to say that someday I won't see him again? Maybe you will.
Walter? The custodian would like to vacuum.
Just a few more minutes.
Lovely view, isn't it? You saved the lives of a lot of people today.
And you should feel very proud.
No.
Today wasn't a victory.
Today was a vision of things to come.
Walter, you don't know that to be true.
Unfortunately, I do.
If the vortex had opened, I would be able to seal it.
And then there would be new cracks and we would seal those cracks.
And those cracks in our universe would beget larger cracks.
Over there, decades of research and funding and the best solution Walternate could come up with was this.
And it won't be enough.
Once the universes start to unravel, there will be no stopping it.
I don't know how to stop it.
Well, then I think you need to learn.
- Hey.
- Hey.
I'm sorry.
I thought maybe you were Walter.
Oh.
Is he missing? No, he stayed down in New York.
- What's up? Is everything all right? - Yeah.
Um I might be being presumptuous, but, um I was thinking maybe Yeah.
Of course.
Come on in.
I'll get us some glasses.
To disaster narrowly averted.
Or at least postponed.
Peter, what you said to Mrs.
Merchant I want what you want.
What do you think we should do about that? Am I glowing? No.
- Anything? - Mmm Nothing.
All readings are within normal parameters.
That's weird, because Astrid reported a class four event at this location and she's never wrong.
Check the batteries? Um, yeah.
Agent Dunham, Fringe Division.
I'm sorry to bother you so late.
But I was wondering if you have noticed anything strange going on in the area? Nothing.
Okay.
Uh, what about your family? Maybe they? No.
I live alone here.
My wife died a couple months ago.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Well, if you notice something, call the hotline.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Thank you so much for your time.
Cancel the quarantine protocol.
If there was a rift here, it's closed now.
Previously on Fringe: An unstable wormhole that would not close was quarantined by Fringe Division Citizens encased in quarantined Amber have been ruled legally dead.
We gave you the ability to identify things from the Other Side.
Was it me who described it as a glimmer? There's something I have to talk to you about.
About her.
Fake Olivia.
When you asked me to come back to this world, you said - That you belonged with me.
- And so I came back for you.
And we started seeing each other.
I thought she was you.
She wasn't me.
How could you not see that? Now she's everywhere.
She's in my house, my job, my bed.
I don't wanna live in my apartment and I don't wanna be with you.
We need a secret word in case I need to escape.
You'll be fine.
- I don't know what to talk about.
- They're my friends.
Just as long as you don't discuss religion or politics.
Oh.
Well, it is lovely weather we're having today.
See? You do small talk just as good as anyone.
- Evening, folks.
What unit? - Uh, Kimball, 7C.
- Enjoy.
- Thanks.
- Oh, is the elevator not working? - Nope.
It's working.
Good luck.
Evening, Mrs.
Marcello.
Where you heading? - Schrodinger Hotel, on Flatbush.
- You're not leaving too? I can't take it anymore.
I haven't slept in weeks.
- Come on, it's not that bad.
- Yet.
I won't stay to find out how bad it'll get.
I'm not spending another minute.
All right, all right.
At least let me hail you a cab.
See, I know where Brooklyn is.
- Oh, my God, you made it.
- Hi.
You must be Chris.
It's so nice to meet you.
- California bubbly.
- I like him already.
Come in.
A bunch of people are on the balcony.
You guys head out, I'll get some drinks.
I'll come with you.
- Uh, wine? Ha, ha.
- Surprise me.
- Okay.
- He is handsome.
And sweet, and funny - And your age.
Finally.
- Ha-ha-ha.
Hey, try some of this chicken.
It's amazing.
He's great.
At this point, we're practically living together.
- Really? - Who are you living with? - Oh, hey, Rick.
- Her boyfriend.
So have you given him a section of your closet? And half the medicine cabinet.
Rick.
All right, all right.
I'll call the building manager.
Yesterday the stove comes on completely by itself.
Yeah, now we just need to teach it to make us breakfast.
Hey.
I'm serious.
This is not funny.
- It's kind of funny.
- Yeah.
Sylvia? - Sylvia.
- What's in those? I don't know.
It's some type of barbecue.
- My God.
- Get my purse.
She's having some allergic reaction.
Go get Chris.
- Where's Chris? - Hey, I'm Chris.
Sylvia can't breathe, she needs her purse.
It's with her coat.
To the Schrodinger, corner of Flatbush and Yum, yum, pigs, plum, pancakes blue O.
J.
, grapefruit What's the occasion, Walter? Oh, nothing special.
Been quiet for the past couple of weeks.
No new cases.
And somehow that has translated into never seeing Olivia and I, for one, miss her.
Any reason you didn't mention this last night? Would you believe it slipped my mind? No, I would not.
Whatever's happening with Olivia and I, or not happening, as the case may be is really between us.
It's none of your concern.
Your happiness is my concern.
And while that's sweet, I'm begging you, please, don't try and force things, okay? I'm not forcing anything.
- Good morning, Walter.
- Yes, it is.
It's good to see you, dear.
- So, what was so important? - Hmm? Oh, important? Breakfast.
Most important meal of the day, and I proved it in 1973.
Blueberry pancakes.
This is a Bishop family specialty, best eaten while still warm.
You didn't have to do this.
That's exactly what I told him.
Oh, there's something missing.
He wants us to spend time together.
The three of us? No.
Just the two.
Walter! He's not lying.
The pancakes are fantastic.
I'm gonna head back to the office.
Olivia.
Look, I don't approve of his methodology but since we're here we should take advantage of the situation and talk about what's about bothering you.
I don't really know what to say.
Look, I know that you still think about her.
I know you had feelings for her, and that you still do.
And, frankly, I don't think you've been completely honest with me.
Well, you're right.
I mean, I haven't told you everything.
- Mostly because I didn't think you - That I could handle it? I know you struggle with trust issues, have difficulty letting people in.
I'm struggling because the reasons are real.
I'm not making them up.
I know.
I never wanted to be one of the reasons.
And I still think about her because I imagined going down that path with you.
Imagining what it would be like to wake up with you.
To sit around, just the two of us, having coffee, reading the paper.
And then finally I had it.
I've seen what the two of us together looks like, and it's beautiful.
Peter, she's the one that took it away from us.
Not me.
And now? Who's the one stopping us now? Dunham.
Yes, sir, we'll be right there.
- I'm gonna go get Walter.
- Okay.
Hey, Cupid.
Did my plan work? If your plan was to make things even more awkward and painful between us it worked like a charm.
Perhaps I should have made a frittata.
Six people at a party on the seventh floor fell to their deaths last night.
One second they were on the balcony, next, they were hitting the sidewalk.
What, they all jumped? Like a flash mob, of suicide.
Jumpers don't usually take their patio furniture when they commit suicide.
Any structural damage to the balcony they were on? First responders didn't detect anything.
That doorman, Jimmy, was on duty when they fell.
Okay, well, I'll meet you guys upstairs.
Jimmy? I'm, uh, Agent Olivia Dunham.
I wonder if I could ask a few questions about what happened last night.
I don't know.
I don't know what happened.
I was helping Mrs.
Marcello hail a cab and then this body just hit the ground.
And then another, and then they all just came down.
But at once? Like they all jumped at the same time? Maybe it's true what they say about this place.
What do they say? Sylvia has a peanut allergy and I guess something that we had catered triggered an attack.
I ran out to the balcony to get her boyfriend.
We were so busy with Sylvia that by the time we heard the screams, everyone was gone.
- Don't be a daredevil.
- I'm not, I'm not, I'm not.
I don't think these people jumped.
You're right.
Even if they'd just went over the railing, they would have landed farther out.
Yeah.
Simple physics.
Instead, they landed directly below us.
It's as if they went straight through the balcony.
Let's not push it, all right? Fascinating.
How do six people fall through a solid floor? Ghosts.
Apparently, the residents think the Rosencrantz building is haunted.
Apparently, unexplained phenomena's been happening here for a while.
- Unexplained phenomena? - Yeah.
Like the water pipes would be replaced and then two days later explode.
Or the electricity would go on and then go off, unexplained.
People have been reporting odd sounds.
That describes just about every single prewar building.
Well, half the tenants have already moved out.
People are falling through balconies.
I think they're about to lose the other half.
Any ideas, Walter? I know what's happening here.
Ten times I've flipped this coin and 10 times I've gotten heads.
That's fairly inconceivable.
The laws of physics are being disrupted here.
The balcony.
Here one second, gone the next.
What are you saying, Walter? That like the other universe, our world is starting to come apart at the seams.
And the tear is beginning right here.
Damn it.
- Walter, what are you looking for? - My seismograph.
How am I to measure microquakes without my damned seismographs? Walter, we keep them in the back.
Then why are you sitting around? I'll go get it.
- A "thank you" wouldn't kill you.
- Oh, I'm sorry if, as the universe is collapsing, I forgot the magic word.
Walter, I understand that you're worried but we don't know we're dealing with a soft spot.
It is not a soft spot, dear.
It is a hole, which could potentially lead to a vortex.
With the operative word being "potential.
" Yes.
Agreed.
We need proof.
And that's where you come in.
I want all the data we can glean from that location.
Digital spectrometer, radiological survey meter.
We need to track any irregularities.
Walter, this is still hypothetical I know that this is not exactly precise science.
Perhaps you'd prefer I put Olivia into a heightened state of fear and anxiety in the hopes that she may get a glimmer from the Other Side? That's not what I meant.
Here's the seismograph.
Thank you, Astrid.
We're gonna go set this up at the Rosencrantz.
If any seismic activity happens, you'll be the first to know.
Yes.
Thank you.
Please.
Hocus pocus.
Whatever you wanna hear.
Walter, what's all that about? Nothing.
Do you remember the chemical attack on the commuter bus some years ago? Yeah.
It was one of our first cases.
I want the case file and I want my lab notes for the case, please.
How come? Dear God.
Is it Second-Guess Everything I Do Day? Because I haven't been informed.
I'll get you the file, Walter.
Okay, the seismograph's online.
All right, Walter, we got everything set up.
Well, can't you do that from there? Okay, fine.
We'll stay here.
Yeah.
Bye.
- You're kidding.
- He wants us to stay.
He knows it's 12 degrees out here? He said to stay close in case we have any last-second calibrations.
Do you really think this is the end of the world as we know it? If it is, there's no reason to wait in the cold for it.
There's a bar across the street.
You think now's the time to be throwing back shots? Who said anything about shots? Maybe they got fries.
Now you're talking.
Evening, Mrs.
Merchant.
Hello, Jimmy.
Mystery selection coming up.
- Is it "Feelings"? - Ha.
- No.
- Ha, ha.
Did I tell you about Walter's rendition of "Never, Never Gonna Give You Up"? No, but I actually love Barry White.
- He was only wearing his socks at the time.
- Ugh.
He was doing the Hustle.
There was a lot going on.
Ha-ha-ha.
Okay.
That's enough.
You know when you were talking earlier about what it felt like when you thought you were with me? You said that it was beautiful.
Yeah.
I wanna know what that feels like.
But Olivia, what? I just need to get some air.
I'm sorry.
Olivia.
Look, whatever that was, if you think it's a mistake Peter.
You glimmered.
When we kissed, you glimmered.
So you're afraid.
- Afraid of what? - That you were right.
That this isn't just about her.
It was, but I think that this is me.
I think that I'm stopping us.
Maybe I'm just incapable of being vulnerable.
- Come on, you know that's not true.
- It must be.
I'm terrified that I can't fix this.
That this is just who I am.
What do you see? Peter? Are you getting these readings? What's happening? I don't know.
I'll call you back.
Peter? What happened? Who was he? My husband.
His ghost.
Nothing.
I thought there'd be some radiation leakage from over there.
You don't buy it's her husband's ghost? There's no such thing as ghosts.
That's where you draw the line? Ghosts? Belly and I used to argue about this constantly what happens to the body's energy after death.
William theorized we should be able to capture that energy using what he called soul magnets.
That's a catchy name.
He said if he were right, he would contact me from the great beyond.
I haven't gotten the call yet.
If she didn't see her husband's ghost, then what did Mrs.
Merchant see? Mrs.
Merchant, when was the first time you saw your husband? You mean after he died? He's been visiting for a couple of months now.
Looks like you two were together for a long time.
Almost 45 years.
These photographs are beautiful.
Was he a photographer? - He liked to pretend he was.
- Oh.
When we'd travel, he'd tell people we worked for National Geographic.
No, I know that that sounds horrible.
No.
But that little fib got us into a few restricted, but spectacular places.
We never had children, so that was our thing.
We made a hell of a team.
Forgive me, but how did Derek die? It was stupid.
The fuse box blew like it always did and we flipped a coin like usual.
Whenever there was a chore neither of us wanted to do, we'd flip for it.
Derek lost this time.
There was a short in the wiring.
He died instantly.
After his death, you must've been devastated.
Is that when he started coming to you? No.
I couldn't get out of bed after the funeral.
We'd been together since we were twenty.
He was part of me.
Then he was gone.
So when did you first see him after he died? A few days after.
Around dinner.
For a second, I forgot.
I wondered what Derek was in the mood to eat.
And then, I remembered he was gone.
And all I felt was despair.
All I wanted was him.
Even if that meant dying myself.
And that's when he came.
He came to be with me.
When I needed him.
How long did you two live here? Uh Over 40 years.
Derek owned this apartment.
- I moved in after we got married.
- Ah.
Walter, why did you ask that question, how long had she lived here? What does it matter? Because if her husband had this apartment, then it stands to reason that her husband's double may have this apartment on the Other Side.
Which proves I'm right.
The universe is breaking apart at this very spot.
That woman is seeing through to the Other Side mistaking the other Derek for her husband.
Which is why I can see him too.
Yes.
And if the fabric separating our universes is so thin that Mrs.
Merchant can see through it This is not good at all.
I understand why she can see through and I can't but how is it that Mrs.
Merchant can see through it? Right now, I'm not interested in how, Peter.
I'm more concerned about what happens next.
Which is? Imagine this is the soft spot in the universe.
With every incident it weakens it a little more.
Until eventually a vortex, a gaping hole that sucks in and obliterates everything around it.
Just like we've seen happened on the Other Side.
- Walter, I found it.
- Good.
What took so long? The FBI had transferred the case files to Massive Dynamic.
- Which file? - Commuter bus attack several years ago.
How is that relevant? I've been worried about this since we returned from the Other Side.
How we would respond if a vortex opened up here and how we would plug the breach.
- Please don't tell me - What am I missing? We would do the same thing as they did over there.
The government asked us to analyze its properties.
No one had ever seen anything like it before, so there was concern.
Good reason.
If I'm right, this has a composition similar to the material that Walternate uses.
We need half a dozen of our best scientists.
And that nervous fellow, Brandon.
Dr.
Bishop, let me get this straight.
Are you really suggesting that the FBI encase that building in Amber? Perhaps the whole block.
Tell them they can refer to my lab notes.
Stop.
We've seen what the Amber's done the Other Side, thousands trapped.
Not to mention the public reaction.
We'd be looking at mass hysteria.
I understand, but how do you think the public will react if that soft spot turns into a vortex? A black hole that swallows up half of Brooklyn.
We should get started.
I understand that it's a last resort, but it's a bad last resort.
You know more than any of us do.
What's the protocol over there? Well, the Fringe Team goes in and, uh, assesses the scope of damage.
Then they set a perimeter.
They evacuate as many as they can.
And once the canister is in place, the gas is dispersed and within seconds, the Amber solidifies.
I need to run this up the channels.
Not how you imagined meeting the president, huh? I already know him.
He doesn't like me.
I beat him at golf.
What are you thinking? Uh, I understand Walter's concerns, but there's got to be another way, right? When I access the information on the other soft spots Walter still doesn't know what's causing the incidents.
But if this is a new spot, why there? Why that building? Maybe we can figure out how to stop it.
Lets pull up all the geological reports from the Rosencrantz as well going back to the first reported incident and see what we're missing.
We've narrowed down the parameters based on your notes and we think this mixture should replicate the compound you're looking for.
So how's it going? Walter, are you all right? For a long time, I've been willing to think the worst of Walternate.
That he was an evil man willing to use any means necessary to get what he needed.
I suppose it made it easier to justify what I did.
Now, we're faced with the same decision and I'm arguing that we do exactly what he did.
What sort of person does that make me? One who's asking the right questions.
You don't think he grappled with them too? The compound is ready, sir.
There's nothing unusual beneath the surface.
There's no subway tunnels, no major utility lines.
I mean, what are we missing? Hey.
I'm sorry.
Um The woman who lost her husband, Alice Merchant why can she see through to the Other Side? You can do it, but only when your emotions are heightened.
That emotional intensity is your trigger.
She's grieving.
That's intense.
But people lose loved ones all the time.
What makes her so unique? And why can she only see her husband's double, and not her own? If they both live on the Other Side she should see them both, right? Maybe the other Alice lost the coin toss.
She told you they used to flip a coin to see who's going to fix the fuse.
Maybe the same thing happened but on the Other Side - Alice died instead of Derek.
Okay.
Well, what if we've been looking at this all wrong? What if this is not about physics, but about people? Go on.
Is it possible that these people, both grieving for each other in the exact same spot are somehow causing this soft spot? Some form of emotional quantum entanglement.
Perhaps.
Spooky action at a distance.
Einstein.
Two objects interacting with each other even though they're separated.
- The man had a way with words.
- So it is possible.
In theory.
I'd have to test it.
And I'd have to figure out how to do that.
- Dunham.
- Olivia I'm picking up all kinds of seismic activity in Park Slope.
It's happening again.
South side of the street is clear, sir.
Move west and merge with team Bravo.
I want an update in five.
- Yes, sir.
- Is that the ambering device? I've prepared a remote detonator so your agent won't get caught in it.
You two, take this cylinder, place it in the stairwell.
Then, report directly to me.
Quickly.
Sir, I think that there's another option.
The woman who can see through to the Other Side? What if whatever freak accident that killed her husband over here also killed the wife over there and this intense grief they're experiencing is somehow blending our universes together? You think all of this is because of feelings? Some chemicals in the body are like Cortexiphan which allows Olivia to see the Other Side when she's afraid.
We don't know how her emotions allow that, but they do.
Dr.
Bishop, is there any merit to this? There's a chance.
But quantum entanglement is a tricky business.
I'm not sure.
Sir, we've got a resident that's refusing to vacate.
Merchant, 6B.
Please advise.
- That's her.
- Pulling her out won't help.
Proximity is irrelevant.
If Peter and Olivia are right, and this couple is responsible for what we're seeing it doesn't matter if they're inches apart or miles.
The sub-atomic connection is the same.
She needs to break that connection and let go on her own.
Well, what do you suggest? We convince her that it's not her husband she's holding onto.
And that will make this stop? Possibly.
But before we resort to Amber, we have to try.
If I give the order, I want you two out immediately.
No hesitation.
Understood? - Yes, sir.
- Go.
He's already here.
- Alice.
- Go away.
I don't want you here.
Alice, what I'm about to tell you is gonna be hard to understand.
But everything that is happening is happening because of you.
Because of you and Derek.
Now, you're the only person that can stop it but to do that, you need to let him go.
I won't do that.
I can understand how you feel.
Okay.
The man you're seeing, he's not a ghost and he is not your husband.
- He looks like Derek, exactly like Derek - Then who is he? This way.
Come on.
- How long do we have? - There's no way to know.
Sir, the device is in place.
I want all teams behind the line immediately.
Yes, sir.
You're wrong.
I swear to you, the man that you're seeing he's from another place, he's from another world.
What are you talking about? In his world, he lost his wife too.
And she looked exactly like you.
He's making the same mistake that you are.
He thinks that you're his wife.
I know this sounds insane, but all those people that fell they all died because you two couldn't let go of each other.
All of this is happening because of you.
And you can stop it if you just let go of him.
Alice.
Love, it's me.
I can hear you.
Derek, I hear you! Olivia.
I can see him too now.
Sweetheart, I miss you.
I miss you too.
Was that? That shimmering, was that what I think it was? Seeing the Other Side? Yes.
We all are.
Dunham.
Bishop.
I want you out of there now.
Do you copy? I repeat, do you? There's so much more to tell you.
Things I never got a chance to say.
I don't think the building can take much more.
Well, she won't let go.
What's happening? Rapid shifts in barometric pressure, static electricity.
Dr.
Bishop.
It's the vortex.
It's starting.
Is everyone clear of all the windows and doors? How do I trigger the Amber, Dr.
Bishop? Turn it on.
Pull out the pin.
Evacuate now.
Do you hear me? That's a direct order.
Alice, you have to listen to us.
That man is not your husband.
Who is that? Who are those people with you? Alice, please, look at me.
You need to let him go.
How can you ask me? I can't.
I can't.
I just can't.
I know.
I know.
But you've already had what most of us only dream of.
A lifetime with the person that you love.
Look around.
Your house is filled with mementos.
Photographs, ticket stubs, evidence of a life shared with somebody.
Proof that what you and Derek had was true and real.
When you have something real you'll do anything to keep from losing it, but please you have to let him go.
Alice, I miss you so much.
And the girls miss you.
We never had children.
Of course we did.
No.
I'm not your wife.
Your wife is gone.
And so is my Derek.
Good up here.
Everything okay down there? I know that it's a lot to take in.
I'm not sure I'll ever really understand what happened.
And I'm not sure it would make any difference if I did.
You know, today was something I never could have imagined.
But if the impossible is possible who's to say that someday I won't see him again? Maybe you will.
Walter? The custodian would like to vacuum.
Just a few more minutes.
Lovely view, isn't it? You saved the lives of a lot of people today.
And you should feel very proud.
No.
Today wasn't a victory.
Today was a vision of things to come.
Walter, you don't know that to be true.
Unfortunately, I do.
If the vortex had opened, I would be able to seal it.
And then there would be new cracks and we would seal those cracks.
And those cracks in our universe would beget larger cracks.
Over there, decades of research and funding and the best solution Walternate could come up with was this.
And it won't be enough.
Once the universes start to unravel, there will be no stopping it.
I don't know how to stop it.
Well, then I think you need to learn.
- Hey.
- Hey.
I'm sorry.
I thought maybe you were Walter.
Oh.
Is he missing? No, he stayed down in New York.
- What's up? Is everything all right? - Yeah.
Um I might be being presumptuous, but, um I was thinking maybe Yeah.
Of course.
Come on in.
I'll get us some glasses.
To disaster narrowly averted.
Or at least postponed.
Peter, what you said to Mrs.
Merchant I want what you want.
What do you think we should do about that? Am I glowing? No.
- Anything? - Mmm Nothing.
All readings are within normal parameters.
That's weird, because Astrid reported a class four event at this location and she's never wrong.
Check the batteries? Um, yeah.
Agent Dunham, Fringe Division.
I'm sorry to bother you so late.
But I was wondering if you have noticed anything strange going on in the area? Nothing.
Okay.
Uh, what about your family? Maybe they? No.
I live alone here.
My wife died a couple months ago.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Well, if you notice something, call the hotline.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Thank you so much for your time.
Cancel the quarantine protocol.
If there was a rift here, it's closed now.