Fringe s04e11 Episode Script

Previously on Fringe: There is an alternate universe, and in it, another version of us.
- Agent Farnsworth? - Broyles, Phillip, colonel.
That woman processes more information in an hour than you and I in a lifetime.
Thirty-seven people in the intersection, Wind speeds of 5 to 10 miles an hour.
And that is just to start.
They kidnapped Olivia to the Other Side for weeks.
That awful woman pranced around my lab.
She's evil.
She's a temptress.
And I fell right into her vagenda.
Vagenda? That an Observer? - That what you call them? They're not limited by our human perception of time.
I think these guys show up at important moments.
We've been looking at these people for three years.
Why did he make contact now? Malignant? But it's small and it's the early days.
And with radiation, this type of carcinoma is 95 percent treatable.
Ninety-five percent survivable, Chet.
That's better odds then you get driving up the MassPike.
I've known you what, 20 years? We're going to get through this.
Tissue connectivity.
- That's what goes last.
- I'm sorry? First there's the cure, radiation.
It makes you sick, weak.
But it doesn't work.
Not this time, not in your case.
The cancer has multiplied.
They try chemo.
But the cell replication rate is just too high.
Your bones hurt.
They ache.
They burn.
Renal failure comes next and soon you lose all mobility below the waist.
Impotence, incontinence and, finally, full respiratory failure.
All from one tiny mole.
Doctor told me I have a 95 percent chance.
You're the other five percent.
Initiate scan.
Welcome, agent.
You wanted to see us? - The bridge was activated an hour ago.
An agent crossed over without any mission imperative.
- Who was it? - Are you suggesting someone defected? I can't imagine.
It was Agent Farnsworth.
That's impossible.
- Who gave her clearance? - She did.
Farnsworth has the same security clearance as any senior Fringe agent.
In fact, she's responsible for processing transit papers and clearance.
- It never occurred to us - She would use it herself.
- Correct.
- What's she doing over there? We don't know.
She went off the grid immediately after crossing over.
All right.
Let's send a team of agents to retrieve her.
No.
She must have had a reason.
Astrid doesn't do anything without a reason.
And after the day she's had I got a hunch where she's headed.
I'll go get her.
What would you say to some eggs? I had a marvelous dream last night in which eggs played a prominent part.
I would say we've only been working for three hours but we've taken two food breaks.
At this rate, I'll never get home.
I miss the other one.
- Heh, I'm almost afraid to ask.
- Boy.
The other boy.
- He doesn't starve me.
- Which other boy? - The one who plays chess.
- Lincoln? That's the one.
I prefer him.
Lincoln's not here, Walter.
He's in Hartford.
It's his goddaughter's birthday.
And I'd be happy to play with you after we finish our work.
Frankly, I don't think you'd be much of a challenge.
I got a challenge for you.
Why don't we fix the machine? Hello.
Hello.
How about you and I share some delightful scrambled eggs, Astro? It's Astrid.
That's funny.
You never correct me.
You're not you, are you? I don't think what he meant was "I'll call you" I think what he meant was, "I will never call you.
" - Hello.
- Aah! - What happened? - I always wondered why nobody does that.
What are you doing here, agent? I came here to meet her.
Hi.
Hello.
Olivia told me about you.
But it's nice to meet you personally, in the flesh.
All personal meetings are in the flesh.
Yes, I suppose they are.
I thought I would come here.
I didn't know where to go after.
Mother might have had traditions for such occasions.
I don't know.
I don't remember her.
My mother died of cancer when I was a girl.
Did yours as well? Yes.
At first I thought I would walk in the park.
But it was so cold.
And I could not stop thinking about the words Reverend Stewart said.
What a leader he was.
A great man.
A great friend.
Reverend Stewart said he would be sorely missed.
And they lowered the box down into the ground and we put down flowers.
I didn't know where to go.
Because the park was so cold.
May I ask you a question? Yours, did you love him? Astrid? What's going on? I think my f I think her father is dead.
Dunham.
Perhaps you would both like to join me in a plate of eggs with chives.
Walter, now's not the time.
Nonsense.
Nearly all cultures react to death with food.
Okay, we just caught a case.
And, uh, my double's on her way here to sort this out.
- Bolivia? The viper? - Walter.
Wha? I know.
Détente.
Doesn't mean I have to like her.
Do you think one of us should wait here with? No.
There's no need.
We will be fine.
- Astrid - Really? You get her name right.
Astrid and I can wait here alone, can't we dear? I'm sure she'll be great company.
Boston police found the body at 9:30 this morning.
He was coming home from his doctor's office.
Less than six hours ago, Chet Williams was diagnosed with stage I melanoma.
Stage I.
That has a survival rate of 95 percent.
And that's without introducing even one frog rectally to slow cell division.
- What? - What? Nothing.
So, what are these? Bad mascara day? I'd say a bad day all around.
Hey, can someone actually cry blood? Rarely.
Certain viruses, Ebola say, can cause bleeding from the tear ducts but only after most of the organs are liquefied.
- Check his crotch.
- I'm sorry? Don't be a prude.
Yeah.
You see? There's no bleeding from the urethra so I would say his organs are not liquefied.
Okay, good news.
Walter says his organs haven't liquefied.
- What else can cause this? - Nothing.
Nothing real at least.
There is a legendary alchemical mixture a potion as it were, called the Tears of Ra.
Egyptians used it to euthanize beloved pets so that they could be buried with their owners who predeceased them.
But it's just a myth.
Bring the body back to the lab.
And also, I'd like some vanilla ice cream.
Kirk out.
You talk through her? Your Astrid.
You talk through her, as if you were one person.
Yes.
You could say it that way.
It must be pleasant.
Yes.
I suppose it is.
Thanks.
Follow us back to the lab.
Yeah.
All right.
Keep me posted.
Right.
I think we have located it.
Point-26 pounds.
Seventeen percent lighter than an average human kidney.
Okay.
Chet Williams, 38 years old.
Manufactures consumer goods overseas.
Uh, single.
No debt.
No drug issues.
His friends say that he's a nice guy.
So nobody someone would wanna kill.
Well, everybody has somebody who wants to kill them.
And, voilà, the deadly culprit reveals itself.
Odd.
Always makes me nervous when he says that.
An interaction of chemical compounds I've not seen before.
Aspirin.
But predictive science says that these compounds shouldn't interact but they do.
- So, what, you're saying that it's magic? It's science, just unusual science.
Huh.
The way that six different alcohols create a flavor identical to iced tea.
Amen to that.
It works, but no one could have predicted it would work.
So you're saying he was killed by a poison no one invented? It should go without saying, but that's impossible.
I think we're aware of that, Peter.
Ah.
Isn't this a party? Hey, girls.
Mata Hari.
Deceived and betrayed anyone yet today? - It is almost lunchtime after all.
- Deus ex machina.
A hand of God.
The interaction of the chemicals in the poison is not predictable.
The creation of the toxin requires the assumption the compounds intermingle.
These compounds do not intermingle, except when they are all mixed, they do which is a completely unpredictable event.
Okay, just so I'm clear.
You're saying that a person would have to see the chemicals had been combined in order to know how to combine them? Yes.
The chances of that occurring randomly are less than one-tenth of 1 percent.
Therefore there is a root of the equation that is outside our realm of causality.
- Deus ex machina.
The hand of God.
Heh.
Astrid, are you trying to tell us that God taught our perp how to mix a mythical poison? God or godlike powers.
It's the only thing that makes sense.
Come with me.
I'll need your help to identify the origin of these component compounds.
I think I love her.
Okay, well, I guess that, uh, we're not gonna go straight home.
- Cold Chinese in the fridge? - Uh Yeah.
I'll check.
Here you go.
You're putting up a good fight but you're not going to win.
You're gonna take that drink, and from there, it's all downhill.
But you know the saddest part? The drinking doesn't kill you.
Instead it shatters the lives of everyone around you.
Everyone you love.
Your boyfriend is going to be killed in a car accident with you behind the wheel.
Your brother is going to alienate his wife and daughter throw away his own future trying to rescue you.
- But he fails.
- No one can see the future.
You're right.
There is no future.
There's no past.
Everything happens right now.
Now that you're back, I can finally rid myself of this junk that you left behind in your haste to slink away.
Walter, you've been holding onto this stuff all this time? I didn't steal anything, if that's what you're implying.
Although, I admit that this one item confounded me.
Just another of your tools of spycraft, I imagine.
A sinister communication device? Some kind of devious encoder? Wow.
I really got to you, didn't I, Walter? Did you ever consider that perhaps it's because you enjoyed having me around.
Admit it.
You like me Walter.
Walter? We're setting up.
Dr.
Bishop? Dr.
Bishop, your Astrid is summoning you.
The Fringe team is at the scene.
Way this woman died, and I say this with experience is among the weirdest things I've ever seen.
- Was she bleeding from her eyes? - How did you know? There seems to be a lot of that going around.
You mind opening up? I'd love to take a look.
Asterisk, collect a DNA sample.
- Astrid, can you hand me a cotton swab? - Hang on.
I wanna get a DNA sample.
So the cops said Hang on a second.
Seems to be some hemorrhaging of the nasal passage.
- You think she inhaled something? - Yeah, possibly.
Could be how they delivered the poison.
I'm sorry, Walter, what were you were saying? Doesn't matter.
Please ask Agent Dunham to bring the body We're gonna need to get this body back to the lab.
- You work that out with the ME's office? Yeah.
Does he always do all the jobs? These scalpels could use some sharpening.
- And you're sharing that with me why? - I thought you'd sharpen them for me.
You said you wanted to help.
I had meant with the autopsy, Walter.
The screws in the rib-spreader could also use a little tightening.
You're angry with your son.
He is not my son.
As I understand it, in a different timeline, he is.
So he says.
Do you feel love for him? I have found anger inevitably seems to be conjoined with emotional investment.
Do you think that is the case? Peter is a reminder of the son I had and wished had lived.
But he is not that son.
And that makes you suffer? Yes.
In that case, wouldn't it be preferable if you chose to believe he was your son? And then you could love him and be happy.
I'm sorry, but I'm just not seeing any connection between the victims.
Heh.
Secretary's son, he's cute, huh? I bet he's all contradictory and tricky like his dad.
Yeah, I imagine he's just your type.
Actually, no.
Turns out I like the nice guys.
So neither of the victims lived in the same neighborhood.
They didn't go to the same gym, got no mutual friends.
There has to be a connection.
We just haven't found it.
You say that with such conviction because? If there isn't a link then we've got a killer on the loose and no lead to find him.
Flight 328 to San Antonio is now ready for boarding at Gate 38B.
Flight 328 to San Antonio is now ready for boarding at Gate 38B.
Have a nice flight.
Look, honey, I'm at the security thing.
I gotta call you back, okay? Have a nice flight.
Look, take it down a notch, okay? Yeah, I wanted to get this over with too.
What? No, no, it's not a ruse.
I told you I missed the flight this morning, there's nothing I could do.
Bill.
Bill, listen to me, I'm hanging up the phone right now.
Call me back when you get a personality I can deal with.
Can I help you? Making your next call will destroy your life.
- Excuse me? - You'll be driving.
When a taxi cuts you off, your reaction won't be quick enough.
You only have one hand on the wheel.
Oh, okay.
Well, thanks, pal, but my life really is none of your business.
Your car is gonna flip, shattering your spinal cord.
You're left a paraplegic.
And with no family, you end up in a group home.
The man who runs it is not kind.
Your body will be discovered more than 10 hours after you die.
No one mourns.
I'm gonna spare you from all of that misery.
A painless exit from a living nightmare.
Jared Colin.
Apparently his attacker tried to spray him with some kind of atomizer.
Yeah, that sounds like our guy.
He said he'd never seen the man before, so why? What's his motive? Hmm.
The feds, I take it.
Too many years in this job.
Lawyers and cops, I can spot you guys a mile away.
Uh, I'm Agent Olivia Dunham and this is Peter Bishop.
What can you tell us about Colin, doctor? Well, it's not good news.
We saved his life, but his spinal cord is severed right below T1 so he is not gonna walk again.
Come on, he's down here.
I wasn't even supposed to be in town.
I was heading down to Dallas.
Selling my company to my scumbag partner who for six years has made my life a living hell.
Today was gonna be the day that I started over.
A new beginning.
I had a water bottle in my carry-on and by the time the damn TSA was done with me, I missed my flight.
Besides his description, is there anything else that you can tell us? Anything that you remember? Yeah.
He had this weird rod.
It was blue.
And he'd look into it like he's some kind of fortune teller.
He said I was gonna have a car accident and I was gonna end up like this.
So this guy predicted what would happen? Not exactly, but I guess exactly doesn't really matter now.
We think it's possible that the man who attacked you also killed at least another two other people.
Do you recognize either of them? No.
He said he wanted to put me out of my misery.
Like he was doing a good deed.
Like he was some kind of saint.
I tell you, I wish he had.
I wish he'd done it.
I wish he'd killed me.
Nothing to link them.
- Period.
Goose egg.
- Period.
Goose egg.
- Zilch.
- Zilch.
Would you like a cup of coffee? I'm gonna make a fresh pot.
Coffee? I understand that has quite an interesting flavor.
Yeah, I suppose it does.
Have you never had any? Where I come from, coffee is very rare and thus very expensive.
I've never had the privilege.
Yes, I would like that.
Thank you, Astrid.
You're welcome, sweetie.
Sweetie? Did you ask? I didn't hear you ask.
May I? Certainly not.
That's right.
You're still mad at me.
Yes, and now you're breaking my concentration as well.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Were you solving world hunger? Or perfecting the perfect peanut butter milkshake? If you must know, I was musing on our killer.
Agent Dunham reports that he may be attempting to put his victims out of their misery.
If that's the case, then his murder weapon of choice is consistent.
- The Tears of Ra? Yes.
It's painless and instantaneous.
It begins to make sense now.
So we're looking for what, a humanitarian killer? Or a compassionate one.
Okay, so you're saying that the killer believes he is saving his victims from a lifetime of suffering by killing them? That sounds like an extremely contorted view of compassion.
Some suffering is worse than death.
- What is Logan International? - It's an airport.
Why? - All three victims traveled through there.
- Is that right? - How did you miss that? I didn't.
They all had different airlines.
They had different destinations.
Mr.
Williams was, what, two weeks ago? Kerry Watson was last month.
Yes, their travel vouchers indicate that.
What is TSA? Uh, Transportation Security Administration.
They screen every passenger for safety.
In that case, correlating their voucher stamps I believe they may each have been screened by the same security agent.
She's right.
TSA badge 0047.
My.
Thank you.
Have a nice flight.
Hey.
Stop that man.
- Hey.
Whoa! Stop right there.
- Federal agents.
We're in pursuit of a suspect.
You either have a boarding pass or authorization.
Do you want me to find you a supervisor? I was surprised the FBI was doing a background check on Neil.
We were surprised to learn he was previously employed as a professor at MIT.
Yeah.
I could tell on the phone.
But how does an advanced mathematics professor end up working for the TSA? I suppose he loses his mind.
It'd be an understatement to say people here are driven but Neil put them all to shame.
The youngest tenure-track professor ever.
Brilliant.
And a little bit mad to begin with, I suppose.
Like most mathematicians, he believed that math was the key to unlocking the secrets of the universe.
- I know how that sounds.
- Not as crazy as you might think.
Well, a couple years ago he came back from summer break at his lake house and he was just changed.
He said that he'd found something, although he wouldn't say what.
But he'd become obsessed with differential equations that no one could make heads or tails of.
He had a theory that if he could solve the equations space and time could be flattened so they would all be on a level plane.
Define that.
What do you mean "flattened"? Well, that you could, in essence see past, present and future simultaneously.
Well, eventually, solving the equations became more important than class and soon he just left, didn't come back.
Now, from what I heard, he went back to the lake house but this working at the TSA? Now, that surprises me.
Where was that lake house? I'm not sure.
Somewhere in eastern New York.
He wanted his mail forwarded.
Oh, here we are.
Reiden Lake.
When you first appeared in this time line, it was at Reiden Lake.
What's going on, Peter? Neil thought he could see past, present and future all in the same time.
That's what the Observers do.
We've never been able to figure out how.
But in my time line, an Observer saved my life.
It also happened at Reiden Lake.
When Walter crossed over when I was a child to being me back the ice broke, we both fell in.
It was an Observer who pulled us out.
Are you suggesting that an Observer is somehow behind this? That he's using Neil? I don't know.
I think we should take a drive.
What's he doing? Thinking.
You care for him.
I suppose I do.
Yeah.
Like a father? My father I cannot get the thought out of my mind that That I couldn't give him what he wanted because of the way that I am.
That he secretly wished I could love him back in a way that he could understand.
Do you think if I were more like you, he would have loved me more? If I was normal? I think I would prefer this beverage with sugar.
Who leaves their door unlocked when they're not home? You're right.
It's not safe.
Well, we're in the right place.
Take a look at this.
Neil was a twin.
His brother and father were killed in an accident.
So Gandhi, Joan of Arc all the rest of them.
What's the connection? They're heroes? What else do they all have in common? They're all saviors.
So where's Neil? Where are you going? I don't understand.
What do you mean you are here to say goodbye? - Where are you going? - I told you.
"Where I belong" is not an answer.
Were you fired again? I told you, Mom, I wasn't fired from MIT, I left.
What? I heard you that night, you know.
The night Alex died.
You said God took the wrong one.
"Why did God take my angel?" You kept saying.
You always resented that I wasn't Alex.
Not your angel.
I was afraid that you were right.
That I'll never be good enough.
As good as he was.
But God had a plan.
He let me live for a reason.
I know that now.
God gave me a way to see the future.
- What? - What? - Stop.
Don't do that.
You're scaring me.
- Stop.
Don't do that.
You're scaring me.
God gave me a way to see the future, so I could give people mercy.
Neil, I'm sorry.
What you heard that night about your brother you should never have heard that.
But I did.
And I'm glad.
Every time I saw the disapproving look in your eye, it drove me harder.
To separate myself through accomplishment.
That's why God took notice.
Because of you.
Neil.
Neil, stop this.
Jesus knew the Romans were coming for him.
He could have avoided his death so easily.
But he didn't.
He had faith that God had a plan.
I understand God's plan for me now.
And I'm willing to go.
FBI.
Open this door or we come in.
- FBI? FBI.
Put your hands up.
Don't you remember, Mom? What the priest said about Alex at the funeral? Stand up slowly and put your hands behind your head.
Angels don't belong on Earth.
Keep your hands where I can see them and turn around very slowly.
I'll see you in heaven.
No! No! Hey.
How you holding up? You know, he wasn't trying to hit me.
He fired at the window on purpose.
How do you know that? I think he knew he were coming and he wanted us to shoot him.
I guess it makes sense.
He could see the past, present and future.
But he had a gun.
Why not just shoot himself? Because he was religious.
If he committed suicide, he wouldn't be allowed into heaven.
- What about the people he killed? - He thought he was saving them.
This was his way to become an angel.
Peter? I know it's taken me some getting used to but as long as you're stuck here, you make a good partner.
Thank you.
Dr.
Bishop, we are leaving.
Hey, Walter.
Here.
I wanna show you something.
My ingenious piece of spy tech.
Mints? Similar.
They're Bobbins.
And they're delicious.
It's almost like wintergreen.
Only smokier.
- One for the road.
- You're giving me a send-off? You may possess positive qualities that I previously overlooked.
- Are you flirting with me? - In your dreams.
It was really nice meeting you.
It was amazing, actually.
Yes.
What you said before? My father We're not very close either.
He's a very complex man.
He doesn't really show emotion.
He does the best with the tools he has.
That's just how he is.
I know he loves me.
At least, that's what I tell myself.
Even though it doesn't really seem that way.
You shouldn't regret that you could've been more for him.
It wasn't you.
Thank you, Agent Farnsworth.
You're welcome, Agent Farnsworth.
Hey.
Well, look who's here.
- Hi, Dad.
- Mm.
That kind of day, huh? Yeah.
That kind of a day.
- Wanna tell me about it? - Yes.
But you know that I can't.
Yeah.
I know.
But at least I can feed you.
And I can give my baby girl a big old hug.
Aww.
I love you, Dad.
I love you too, Astrid.
Here it is.
You were right.
It's September's.
He must have lost it in 1985, the night he didn't save the boy.
He'll be interested to know what happened to it.
There's something else.
It appears that September did not obey your instructions.
The boy is back.
Peter Bishop has returned.