The body was found here
by Pierre Seven.
Police are canvassing
the area.
No witnesses have
come forward at this time.
And authorities
are baffled
by what appears to be
one of the most gruesome murders
in Boston's history.
The media
has been blocked
from the immediate
crime scene
and all we could cope
was that a body
was found mutilated
by what might have been
a hunting knife.
Police are with-holding
the name of the victim
until their family
can be contacted.
There are a number of nightclubs
around here
that's not the
safest neighbourhood,
but there haven't been
violent crimes
of this nature before.
Until someone with information
comes forward,
police have no clues
at this bizzare murder
that had occured
here tonight.
Hello, beautiful.
Finally.
Where you've been?
Did you get
my message?
I did.
But you didn't
call me back.
No, I thought
I'd call you later.
I was
at a conference.
Where were you last night,
Bob?
Where would I be?
I was at home,
I was catching up
on my sleep.
But I called.
You know I turn off
the phone to get some sleep.
Come on, now,
you're starting
to go down that road again.
Before you know it,
you'll be all upset.
I think this has more to do
with the miles between us,
all that dreary weather
you're having
in Portland.
You'll feel much better
when you get back tomorrow.
Hey, we'll, uh,
we'll do something nice.
In fact,
we'll stay in.
I'll cook for us.
I'd like that, Bob.
Listen, love,
I'll call you
when I get home tonight.
Right now I've gotta go
have dinner
with these insufferable suits
from Hong Kong.
I hope it won't be
too awful.
You never can tell.
Bye.
You know
what's funny...
Before I came in here,
I thought I was good-looking.
Seriously, though, I can tell
you're my type of girl.
How do you know?
I know these things.
Cheers, mate.
I can tell you're
my kind of girl.
S01E18:
Midnight
Oh, Olivia,
you have to hear how
Neal and Helen met.
This could be good
for my sister.
We're both single...
Uh, we're in our thirties,
hadn't met anyone.
We wanted
to have kids.
Then I heard about
this program called
Two Singles Together.
Two Singles Together
was the answer for us.
I'm sorry, Two--
- Two Singles Together.
- Two Singles Together.
It's a
matchmaking service.
Not just a matchmaking service,
Rachel.
A way of life.
Two Singles Together?
Uh,
I have my own schedule.
Works for me.
I have no interest
in controlling Neil's, either.
I like vacations
in the sun and--
I like the snow.
Doesn't that kind of
defeat the purpose
of being in
a relationship?
Well, I'm--
There are things we agree on,
of course.
Like, um...
Where to live.
- Yeah.
- The appropriate kindergarten.
Friends we both
enjoy.
Which, incidentally,
I want to make sure
Ella can attend
Graham's birthday party.
Oh, I already R.S.V.P.'d
on the class sign up.
And, uh, that was for Neil's
rock climbing party
for Graham.
My party for Graham
is the following Saturday.
We are doing
science center.
Excuse me
for one minute.
Oh, thanks Olivia.
I think you have...
What?
Greg's filing for divorce.
Oh, Rach.
Not now.
Not in front of them.
They'll make me join
Two Singles Together.
Um, okay.
Where were we?
I'm sorry, I've just
been called into work.
Oh, what kind of work
do you do, Olivia?
Think his name
was Bob Dart.
He was
His girlfriend.
Got back from a business trip
in Portland.
Couldn't reach him.
She found him here.
We confirmed the trip.
No forced entry.
No witnesses.
So this matched the victim
that Boston P.D.
found two nights ago
at the Pier?
The one that's
been all over the news?
Yeah, they don't know
what to make of it.
So now
they have another one.
Now it's ours
to mix up.
You know what this
reminds me of, Peter?
Nope,
but I'm gonna guess
it's something
unbelievably disgusting.
Shrimp cocktail.
You see,
the shrimp must be deveined
by putting a
shallow cut down the back...
To expose the vein.
Which, in fact,
is not a vein at all,
but the crustaceans
intestinal tract.
Great,
thanks for that.
Another foodstuff I can
cross off the menu for life.
Hey, you okay?
Why?
Well, you were awfully quiet
on the car ride over here
and you just don't seem
your normal, chipper self
at a bloody,
gruesome crime scene.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm, um...
It's just home stuff.
Well, I know
from home stuff.
I live with a guy
who's inspecting
a severed spine.
This is fascinating.
These appear
to be bite marks.
See how
the flesh is ripped
and jagged markings.
Canine or even ursine,
but human.
You're suggesting that
someone chewed his spine out?
Yes.
But with a jaw strength.
Well in excess of that
of a normal human being.
Great, well, maybe we're
looking for Dracula.
Finally, son,
you're opening your mind
to new possibilities.
But, no...
There are no vampires,
sadly.
But it'll be something exciting,
I'm sure.
We have another monster
on the loose?
Uh, no, sir.
Walter says that the teeth marks
are definitely human.
I can just about remember
when a suspect being human
was a given,
not an option.
Bob Dunn's girlfriend
said that he had a car,
an Audi A-4.
It wasn't in the garage,
and we couldn't find it when
we did a two-block sweep.
Local P.D. is on it.
Yeah,
we could get lucky.
Maybe the killer took it.
And Dr. Bishop?
He's at the lab
with both bodies,
doing autopsies.
Okay...
Well, let me know
if you learn anything.
Is there something else?
This may sound impolitic,
sir, but...
I was wondering
if you were satisfied
with your divorce attorney.
I've heard you talking
on the phone to your kids,
but never
to your wife.
I was satisfied.
Except for the bill.
I was wondering
if I might be able
to get
the name and number.
It should be waiting
in your inbox.
Thank you.
I hope things work out
for your sister.
I pay attention too,
Agent Dunham.
The C-1
cervical vertebrae
is connected to the
C-2 cervical vertebrae.
C-2 cervical vertebrae
is connected to the
- C-3 cervical verterbrae.
- Look, Walter...
That's enough.
When you finally
meet a nice girl,
I would avoid
bringing her home
for as long as possible.
Walter, this is the lab work
you requested on the victims.
Excellent.
It may help us understand
why their spinal columns
have been completely drained
of spinal fluid.
The killer
took the victims'
- spinal fluid?
- Hmm.
Why would they
do that?
Where would the fun be
if we already knew
all there is to know?
This is interesting.
Traces of
treponema pallidum.
That's the
syphilis bacteria.
On the victim's
neck and back.
Most likely from
the killer's saliva.
So the killer has
syphilis.
- Seems so.
- Great.
Should have worn gloves.
And what's even more
fascinating...
This particular strain
of syphilis is extinct.
Has been
for decades.
Well, how could the killer
be exposed to an extinct
strain of syphilis?
See,
isn't this fun?
I appreciate the CDC's
prompt response on this matter.
Of course.
I ran an index search.
A sample of that particular
strain of syphilis
was shipped out
four weeks ago
to a
Lubov Pharmaceuticals.
They have a local address
on Brighton.
Well, thank you, but a phone call
would have sufficed.
Actually, I'm not sure
that it would have.
Because their address
is on a residential area,
I took the
liberty of running
the rest of
Lubov's research requests
over the
past few years.
This isn't the first contagion
they've ordered from us.
In fact, there have been
quite a few.
We need to show this
to Broyles.
Any reputable scientist
with the appropriate credentials
can procure samples
of bacteria and viruses
for their research.
In addition to the extinct
syphilis bacteria,
Lubov Pharmaceuticals
also procured
a sample of a substance
called RUD-390.
Which is...
A chemical compound
used in the construction
of bioweapons.
You're suggesting
whoever's behind these killings
may also be planning
a biological attack?
Or has before.
RUD-390 was
one of the components
of the rapid skin growth toxin
that killed
Agent Kent.
You're saying
this is Z.F.T.?
Z.F.T.?
What's that?
We believe Z.F.T.
is a terrorist organization...
Responsible for a number
of bio attacks
in the last year.
I see.
Why?
What is their agenda?
That's what
we wanna find out.
Assemble an assault squad.
- Move on Lubov.
- Yes, sir.
Federal agents.
You're under arrest.
Dr. Nicholas Boone.
Advanced degrees in hematology
and biochemistry.
Founder of
Lubov Pharmaceuticals,
a multinational
biotech firm
whose corporate offices
turn out to be in a split level...
In Brighton.
Now we know that
there's a strain of syphilis
that you ordered
was found on his spine.
Can't you see these?
They're human bite marks.
What is out there
doing this?
What happened
to these people?
How long have you been
a follower of Z.F.T.?
That's right, Dr. Boone.
We know about Z.F.T.
What do you know?
Enough to know that they're
using the world
as a testing ground
for experiments.
We want to know more
about David Robert Jones,
about who funds Z.F.T.
and why.
We want to know
what we're dealing with.
I don't have to spell it out
for you, Dr. Boone.
You talk to us,
give us information.
Help us with whatever's out
there killing people.
It'll go better for you.
What is doing this?
What have you done?
- Someone was dosed.
- With what?
Dosed with what?!
I know a lot
about the things you want.
And more.
And I'll answer
your questions.
But you have
to help me first.
Help with what?
They have my wife.
I want you
to get her back.
Z.F.T. has your wife?
Agent Dunham...
What counts
with punishment
is the ability to know
whom to hurt, and when.
You're telling me
Z.F.T.'s coercing you...
To conduct
these experiments
by threatening
to harm your wife.
Why would they be
punishing you?
Because when I realized
what my work was being used for,
I tried to get out.
I'll tell you everything
you want to know.
But first,
you have to get my wife back.
Do you believe him?
I don't.
Boone's wife
is a nurse.
I checked with her hospital,
and she hasn't been to work
in three weeks.
Proves nothing.
I'm inclined to agree
with Agent Francis.
Everything we know
about these guys
Suggests that
they're Zealots.
Why don't we go
back in there;
ask them why the sudden
change of heart?
We can't ask him a thing
until we get his wife.
- Could be a trap.
- Could be the truth.
I'm sorry,
but since I've been working
in Fringe Division,
And that's not including
the 147 on Flight 627.
In my entire career,
only nine people have died
on cases that I worked.
This is the closest
that we've ever come
to getting traction
and stopping these people.
Getting a handle
on Z.F.T.,
Jones...
Or more.
This guy could be
our chance.
What is it?
The address
Boone gave us,
where he says
they're holding his wife.
It's a restaurant...
in Chinatown.
Doesn't exactly scream
Z.F.T. hive of activity.
They've been
tagged right at us.
Meaning?
They're burning five times
more power a month
than they should
making moo shoo pork.
They could be using the power
for something else.
Maybe to facilitate
a laboratory?
This could be our chance
to get to Z.F.T.
Go, get 'em.
I'll get it
teamed together.
Peter and
Walter Bishop.
We're here to catalog
the chemical evidence.
Walter Bishop,
nice to meet you.
Hello. Um...
Hello, please.
Uh, Bishop,
Walter Bishop.
Walter, you don't have
to shake everybody's hand.
He gets a little nervous
around authority figures.
Oh, boy.
Look at that.
Benzyl alcohol.
Colorless liquid used
as a bacteriostatic
in solutions
for injection,
topically
as a local anaesthetic.
Personally,
I'd like to use it as a mouth wash.
What did this guy
create?
From what I've seen so far,
I am
forming a hypothesis.
Would you
care to hear it?
Well,
I don't know.
Would I ever be able
to sleep at night again?
Well,
that depends.
Depends on what?
On whether the light is
on or not.
There's four exits.
Risk and Walken,
you take the rear.
Taub and Brown,
you take the side.
Dunham and I are gonna be in
the front with the rest of you.
And remember,
this is a hostile situation
in a
contained environment.
So retrieving the hostage
unharmed is our top priority.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Dunham.
Greg wants
full custody of Ella.
What?
Another process server
just came by.
Greg is claiming that I am
an unfit parent.
That "the minor's mental and
physical well-being would be
"best served under the...
"sole custody
of the petitioner."
He can't be serious.
I won't
let that happen, Liv.
I will
run if I have to.
I will take her and I will
disappear,
I swear to God.
Okay, Rachel, Rachel...
Just calm down.
You're not running anywhere,
and you're not gonna lose Ella.
He's just doing this
to hurt me.
Okay, Rachel,
listen to me.
Now, this is just
one of those things
that you're gonna
look back on
and you're gonna say,
"I beat that too."
Do you hear me?
I hear you.
Okay.
So, um, look,
let's talk
when I get home.
I-I've got a...
I gotta go
to a meeting.
Okay.
Ahem.
We got that meeting.
Freeze!
Stay where you are!
- F.B.I.!
- Get your ass on the floor!
- Clear?
- Clear.
Uhh! Uhh!
Huh?
Your wife isn't there.
I know that.
I need to talk
to Agent Dunham.
Dunham.
I'm putting him on.
Agent Dunham.
What the hell's
going on?
There's a room in the back.
Can you see it?
Yeah, we checked.
She's not there.
I know,
but what I need is.
Okay, I'm here.
In front of you,
you should see
a row of
refrigeration units.
Third from the right.
Yeah, I see it.
Open it.
You know,
I'm not gonna do a thing
until you tell me
why we're here.
We're getting to that.
No, you tell me now.
Inside that cooling unit
you'll find a contagion,
five vials
marked XT-43.
The person
who's out there killing
has been dosed
with this.
I need it
to make an antidote.
You lied to me?
No.
Agent Dunham...
They didn't kidnap
my wife.
They infected her.
That was my punishment
for trying to leave Z.F.T.
It's she
who's out there killing.
Valerie Boone.
Valerie Boone,
you turn March into June.
- Alright.
- Okay, that's enough.
You...
You be on camera.
- I always do this.
- No.
I have no interest
in being on camera.
- Come on, you.
- We'll both...
Are we both in?
Okay, that's me.
- Hi!
- Hello.
Us in the park!
You are so beautiful.
You are really warm.
You're burning up.
What--
What's wrong?
You're my kind of guy.
I'm sorry.
Dunham.
Charlie's running
a background check on the body
he found
on the Mustang.
Peter said that
you had something I should see.
We found this at
Boone's house.
You wanna pay
specific attention to the date.
Ahh...
Whoever wore a lab coat
and rubber gloves.
Valerie Boone.
Valerie Boone,
you turn March into June.
Okay, that's enough.
You-you be on camera.
- I have no--
- I always do this.
I have no interest
in being on camera.
- Come on, you--
- Okay, we'll both...
All right.
- Hi.
- Hello.
Us in the park!
Where is--
Okay.
Look out.
Okay.
- Okay.
- There, okay, that's it.
No, no, no!
That's not it.
There he goes.
Oh, my God, you look like
you ran in the trash can.
That video was taken
three weeks ago,
Dr. Boone.
Can you explain to me
why you are in a wheelchair today?
She needs to feed.
She can't control it.
I began to feed her
my own spinal fluid.
The more I gave,
the more she craved,
until...
I couldn't give
anymore.
The contagion burns through
her spinal fluid
faster than her body
can replace it.
When she kills,
it's simply to...
Refuel.
I tried to synthesize
the antidote on my own,
watching her suffer the effects
of being infected.
But I couldn't do it.
Not without a dose
of the bacteria to work from.
For the rest of my life,
this chair will remind me
of what I've done.
Why would Z.F.T. want you
to create something like this?
To create a
human nightmare.
The syphilis
was just a platform.
Carrier
for other attributes.
Attributes that
changed her.
For what purpose?
For the same reason
they asked me to...
create the
skin growth toxin...
To show off.
To who?
Other scientists.
You mean
nothing to them.
So how many vials
were created?
Just the ones
that I took?
I made six,
now accounted for,
but I can't guarantee they won't
pick up where I left off.
If they did figure out
how to make it,
could they weaponize
this bacteria?
You really don't know
who you're dealing with.
The answer for both of us
is to let me make a cure.
Now that you've recovered
the dose samples,
I can make it.
My offer still stands.
I'll tell you everything I know
when you find her.
If the cure works,
we both win.
Now I'll need access to a lab
with a blood analyzer.
I'll also need a spectroscope
and a centrifuge.
You might want to
write this down.
That won't be a problem.
You really think
it's a good idea
to let him have
free reign
in Walter's
believe-it-or-not emporium?
Oh,
and this is something
my son Peter
is working on.
I haven't got
the faintest idea what it is.
Your centrifuge is
Oh, 25.
It's an oldie,
but a goody.
I also have a cow.
And,
just for the record,
one mad scientist
is my limit.
I think that having him
help Walter
is our best chance
at saving lives.
- Dunham.
- It's Charlie.
We found
Bob Dunn's missing car.
Where?
Clear across town,
in Mission Hill.
It's completely stripped.
Quarter panels,
radio, everything.
- The GPS?
- No, it's gone.
We got no way to track
where he picked up Boone's wife.
Okay,
thanks, Charlie.
Uh,
good news, Peter.
Nicholas and I
are in agreement
about this penicillin.
Yes, we need to purify the mould,
then ferment it.
To the highest possible
concentration.
Agent Farnsworth,
we're going to need a rat.
Can you, uh, call me
if something else turns up?
Okay, bye.
Great news.
They made a breakthrough.
They're gonna fight
the super syphilis
with super penicillin.
Syphilis
was the platform.
If they can kill the syphilis,
they can stop the contagion.
They did the same thing
once against super pneumonia.
Right.
Well, Charlie just found
Dunn's car,
stripped
in Mission Hill.
Excellent.
He check the GPS?
Stolen.
Well, everything stolen
is not necessarily lost.
Meaning what?
Meaning if there's
a car found stripped
in the
Greater Boston area,
I can guarantee you my man
Mako has his big toe in it.
Oh, you have a friend
who runs a chop shop?
Yeah.
You make that sound
so illegal.
Dunham.
Let's just say the GPS is here,
allegedly.
But it's useless because
it's been wiped for resale.
Hypothetically.
We're trying to track a killer,
Mr. Mako.
Nah, it's just Mako.
You know, like "Cher."
Theoretically,
if the GPS is wiped,
then that would put you
in a rough spot,
because you'd be hampering
a federal investigation.
I'm trying
to work with you here.
We need the GPS to find out
where the victim was
the night
of his killing.
But you stole his car
from his home in Brookline.
I didn't steal his car
from Brookline.
Where'd you
steal it from?
If I tell you where
we boosted that car,
can we just say that this
conversation never happened?
Hypothetically?
Sure.
Route 18th,
Weymouth.
By the water.
Fascinating.
Then the rat's
successfully infected.
This strain of syphilis
raises the body temperature
well above normal.
The cure
is nearly complete.
Once this penicillin
concentrates,
we can test it
on the rat.
Where did you study,
Nicholas?
At the Curie Institute
in Paris.
Kings College,
Aberdeen, Scotland.
It's quite a fall.
It's an honor to have
your intellect in my lab.
That's high praise.
Because I know very well
who you are.
Well...
That makes one of us.
A little memory loss
is often kind
to the soul.
That a figure of speech?
Or do you believe
there is such a thing?
The soul.
There are days
when I wish I did.
There are days when
I wish I didn't.
I-I often wake up at night,
frightened,
with the understanding
that there are things
man shouldn't know.
That the scientific trespasses
I've committed--
Will one day be judged.
Belly and I would often
debate this very thing.
William Bell.
You've heard of him?
Of course.
Founder of
Massive Dynamic.
Richest man
in the world.
We used to share a lab.
Quite a fall.
Hmm.
If indeed
there is a soul,
we must consider then
that there is
still time for redemption.
We're not being hauled off
to be judged yet, Nicholas.
This must be where
Mako boosted the car.
All the shattered glass.
So we're thinking what?
Boone's wife
kills this guy,
steals his car,
and then drives it out here?
Yeah.
But what was she
doing here?
And where did she go?
You know what I hate worst
than the cold?
What?
Not much.
Olivia...
Think I know
why she came out here.
The camera,
aspirin.
Okay. Ready.
Ahem.
We are about to inject
the infected rat
with an antidote.
Should it prove effective,
it will no doubt
work on humans as well.
Nicholas.
Now we wait.
Ah! Marvelous.
You can bring the bodies
right this way, gentlemen.
We've been expecting you.
Right over here
is fine.
May I offer you
a peak freen?
A delicious vanilla wafer
with raspberry center
and lemon cream.
He doesn't want a cookie,
Walter.
Uh...
Apparently, you're wrong.
That's
two more bodies.
One we found
in the forest in Weymouth.
The other on the street
in Roxbury.
Where is she getting
her victims?
You must have some idea
where she'd go.
The person out there
killing people
is not thinking
like my wife.
Well, she wouldn't
recognize me...
Let alone find comfort
in places she knows.
This one's
been drinking.
He smells
like a brewery.
Hey, Peter, will you
turn out the lights?
Seriously?
Oh!
All right, Peter.
I ordered it
on television.
It's an entry stamp.
He's got
the same one.
It's a place
called the Cavern.
Industrial area
is really happening
in the underground club scene
right now.
So she's going to the club
to find these victims.
Look, I need more time
to make the cure.
Please.
If you take her alive,
I know
I can save her.
I'll see what I can do.
Dunham, FBI.
Him too, he's with me.
Now you're
my kind of guy.
What is that?
It's a hand-held
thermal imaging radiometer.
It tells me
if you're hot.
So...
So you're definitely hot.
But...
I'm looking for someone
with syphilis.
Uh, okay.
I don't understand.
Something's wrong.
Something's missing.
The rat's body
has rejected the cure.
Perhaps a protein
incompatibility.
No, it's not that.
I know what's wrong.
The contagion required
cerebral spinal fluid...
as a catalyst.
And the cure must
require some as well.
Bond the cure
to the contagion.
Yes, and the only spinal fluid
we know for a fact
is compatible...
is my own.
Well, no, that's
out of the question.
It's too dangerous.
If you lose
more spinal fluid,
it could cause
a brain haemorrhage.
No,
I was very careful
to monitor
the amount of fluid I removed.
Another 25 milliliters
should be safe.
Walter...
We can't.
We have
no other choice!
Walter?
Prep the table,
Agent Farnsworth.
Thank you.
Anything?
No, not yet.
I got her.
She's moving along
the back walk.
Peter,
I can't find her.
She was right there,
but she's gone now.
Okay...
Um...
Alright, keep looking.
I'm gonna check in with Charlie.
Hey, Charlie?
We had her,
but we lost her.
You got the exit?
Nobody is leaving yet.
She's still
in there with you, Liv.
You prepare the spinal fluid,
Agent Farnsworth.
Come on up.
Here we go.
Gently.
Okay, gently,
gently, gently.
- Alright.
- Yes, thanks.
Charlie...
Yeah, Charlie,
I think she's headed to you.
What's she wearing?
Black dress...
and freakishly blue eyes.
On it.
Valerie Boone?
Are you Valerie Boone?
It's her.
Take her down.
Alright,
we got her.
- Clear the area.
- You just shot that woman!
I just got
off the phone
with Olivia.
Good news, Dr. Boone.
They have her.
Oh, excellent!
Dr. Boone?
- Walter...
- Hmm?
Get me
a TPA injection.
You lied to me.
You let me take too much
spinal fluid.
How far
would you go
for someone you love?
Unh!
How's she doing?
She's going to be out
for hours.
Where's the siren
on this thing?
There.
Is that why
you wanted to drive?
Everybody should get to do this
at least once before they die.
That looks says
more than just,
"I wish I hadn't have
let him drive."
I was just thinking
about Nicholas Boone
and what
he did for his wife.
What he is doing.
Geez,
that kind of love.
Greg asked Rachel
for a divorce,
and now he's fighting her
for custody.
You know,
I never liked that guy.
You've never met Greg.
Yeah,
but I met your sister.
So I know
she deserves better.
And I thought you were
a card-carrying cynic.
I am, world class.
But there's an argument to be
made that beneath every cynic,
there is a
frustrated romantic.
Agh!
Uhh!
Ohh!
Peter!
Peter,
my tranq gun.
Uhh!
Thank you.
I think
she liked you.
Good. Bring her in,
strap her down.
Walter,
what happened?
He had a stroke.
- Pulse is strong.
- Yeah, so is she.
Agent Farnsworth,
Peter.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Okay, now what?
Now, we wait.
Uhh!
Walter...
No! Let her!
Is she...
Seems to be working.
Agent Farnsworth...
Prepare a solution,
30 parts saline.
And some adrenaline
and perhaps
a cup of coffee.
Walter.
Hmm?
He's gone.
Dr. Boone asked me
to give this to you personally,
Agent Dunham.
What is it, Walter?
Agent Dunham,
if you're watching this,
I suspect
I didn't make it.
But you and I
had a bargain,
and, uh,
you held up your end.
Now, I have made
many mistakes in my life,
But... in the end,
I should at least
be a man of my word.
And I promised you
answers.
With any luck,
you will use them
to rectify
some of my misdeeds.
Now, in the time
I worked with Z.F.T.,
I never dealt with anyone
of significant rank
within
the movement.
But I was able
to gather some names.
Including some I suspect
you've already heard of.
Dunham.
Hey.
Are you all right?
Yeah.
Uh,
Nicholas Boone talked.
He told us everything he knew
about Z.F.T.
Did he mention
David Robert Jones?
No, he said
he'd never heard of him.
But he did mention another name
that we've heard before.
According to Boone,
by Pierre Seven.
Police are canvassing
the area.
No witnesses have
come forward at this time.
And authorities
are baffled
by what appears to be
one of the most gruesome murders
in Boston's history.
The media
has been blocked
from the immediate
crime scene
and all we could cope
was that a body
was found mutilated
by what might have been
a hunting knife.
Police are with-holding
the name of the victim
until their family
can be contacted.
There are a number of nightclubs
around here
that's not the
safest neighbourhood,
but there haven't been
violent crimes
of this nature before.
Until someone with information
comes forward,
police have no clues
at this bizzare murder
that had occured
here tonight.
Hello, beautiful.
Finally.
Where you've been?
Did you get
my message?
I did.
But you didn't
call me back.
No, I thought
I'd call you later.
I was
at a conference.
Where were you last night,
Bob?
Where would I be?
I was at home,
I was catching up
on my sleep.
But I called.
You know I turn off
the phone to get some sleep.
Come on, now,
you're starting
to go down that road again.
Before you know it,
you'll be all upset.
I think this has more to do
with the miles between us,
all that dreary weather
you're having
in Portland.
You'll feel much better
when you get back tomorrow.
Hey, we'll, uh,
we'll do something nice.
In fact,
we'll stay in.
I'll cook for us.
I'd like that, Bob.
Listen, love,
I'll call you
when I get home tonight.
Right now I've gotta go
have dinner
with these insufferable suits
from Hong Kong.
I hope it won't be
too awful.
You never can tell.
Bye.
You know
what's funny...
Before I came in here,
I thought I was good-looking.
Seriously, though, I can tell
you're my type of girl.
How do you know?
I know these things.
Cheers, mate.
I can tell you're
my kind of girl.
S01E18:
Midnight
Oh, Olivia,
you have to hear how
Neal and Helen met.
This could be good
for my sister.
We're both single...
Uh, we're in our thirties,
hadn't met anyone.
We wanted
to have kids.
Then I heard about
this program called
Two Singles Together.
Two Singles Together
was the answer for us.
I'm sorry, Two--
- Two Singles Together.
- Two Singles Together.
It's a
matchmaking service.
Not just a matchmaking service,
Rachel.
A way of life.
Two Singles Together?
Uh,
I have my own schedule.
Works for me.
I have no interest
in controlling Neil's, either.
I like vacations
in the sun and--
I like the snow.
Doesn't that kind of
defeat the purpose
of being in
a relationship?
Well, I'm--
There are things we agree on,
of course.
Like, um...
Where to live.
- Yeah.
- The appropriate kindergarten.
Friends we both
enjoy.
Which, incidentally,
I want to make sure
Ella can attend
Graham's birthday party.
Oh, I already R.S.V.P.'d
on the class sign up.
And, uh, that was for Neil's
rock climbing party
for Graham.
My party for Graham
is the following Saturday.
We are doing
science center.
Excuse me
for one minute.
Oh, thanks Olivia.
I think you have...
What?
Greg's filing for divorce.
Oh, Rach.
Not now.
Not in front of them.
They'll make me join
Two Singles Together.
Um, okay.
Where were we?
I'm sorry, I've just
been called into work.
Oh, what kind of work
do you do, Olivia?
Think his name
was Bob Dart.
He was
His girlfriend.
Got back from a business trip
in Portland.
Couldn't reach him.
She found him here.
We confirmed the trip.
No forced entry.
No witnesses.
So this matched the victim
that Boston P.D.
found two nights ago
at the Pier?
The one that's
been all over the news?
Yeah, they don't know
what to make of it.
So now
they have another one.
Now it's ours
to mix up.
You know what this
reminds me of, Peter?
Nope,
but I'm gonna guess
it's something
unbelievably disgusting.
Shrimp cocktail.
You see,
the shrimp must be deveined
by putting a
shallow cut down the back...
To expose the vein.
Which, in fact,
is not a vein at all,
but the crustaceans
intestinal tract.
Great,
thanks for that.
Another foodstuff I can
cross off the menu for life.
Hey, you okay?
Why?
Well, you were awfully quiet
on the car ride over here
and you just don't seem
your normal, chipper self
at a bloody,
gruesome crime scene.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm, um...
It's just home stuff.
Well, I know
from home stuff.
I live with a guy
who's inspecting
a severed spine.
This is fascinating.
These appear
to be bite marks.
See how
the flesh is ripped
and jagged markings.
Canine or even ursine,
but human.
You're suggesting that
someone chewed his spine out?
Yes.
But with a jaw strength.
Well in excess of that
of a normal human being.
Great, well, maybe we're
looking for Dracula.
Finally, son,
you're opening your mind
to new possibilities.
But, no...
There are no vampires,
sadly.
But it'll be something exciting,
I'm sure.
We have another monster
on the loose?
Uh, no, sir.
Walter says that the teeth marks
are definitely human.
I can just about remember
when a suspect being human
was a given,
not an option.
Bob Dunn's girlfriend
said that he had a car,
an Audi A-4.
It wasn't in the garage,
and we couldn't find it when
we did a two-block sweep.
Local P.D. is on it.
Yeah,
we could get lucky.
Maybe the killer took it.
And Dr. Bishop?
He's at the lab
with both bodies,
doing autopsies.
Okay...
Well, let me know
if you learn anything.
Is there something else?
This may sound impolitic,
sir, but...
I was wondering
if you were satisfied
with your divorce attorney.
I've heard you talking
on the phone to your kids,
but never
to your wife.
I was satisfied.
Except for the bill.
I was wondering
if I might be able
to get
the name and number.
It should be waiting
in your inbox.
Thank you.
I hope things work out
for your sister.
I pay attention too,
Agent Dunham.
The C-1
cervical vertebrae
is connected to the
C-2 cervical vertebrae.
C-2 cervical vertebrae
is connected to the
- C-3 cervical verterbrae.
- Look, Walter...
That's enough.
When you finally
meet a nice girl,
I would avoid
bringing her home
for as long as possible.
Walter, this is the lab work
you requested on the victims.
Excellent.
It may help us understand
why their spinal columns
have been completely drained
of spinal fluid.
The killer
took the victims'
- spinal fluid?
- Hmm.
Why would they
do that?
Where would the fun be
if we already knew
all there is to know?
This is interesting.
Traces of
treponema pallidum.
That's the
syphilis bacteria.
On the victim's
neck and back.
Most likely from
the killer's saliva.
So the killer has
syphilis.
- Seems so.
- Great.
Should have worn gloves.
And what's even more
fascinating...
This particular strain
of syphilis is extinct.
Has been
for decades.
Well, how could the killer
be exposed to an extinct
strain of syphilis?
See,
isn't this fun?
I appreciate the CDC's
prompt response on this matter.
Of course.
I ran an index search.
A sample of that particular
strain of syphilis
was shipped out
four weeks ago
to a
Lubov Pharmaceuticals.
They have a local address
on Brighton.
Well, thank you, but a phone call
would have sufficed.
Actually, I'm not sure
that it would have.
Because their address
is on a residential area,
I took the
liberty of running
the rest of
Lubov's research requests
over the
past few years.
This isn't the first contagion
they've ordered from us.
In fact, there have been
quite a few.
We need to show this
to Broyles.
Any reputable scientist
with the appropriate credentials
can procure samples
of bacteria and viruses
for their research.
In addition to the extinct
syphilis bacteria,
Lubov Pharmaceuticals
also procured
a sample of a substance
called RUD-390.
Which is...
A chemical compound
used in the construction
of bioweapons.
You're suggesting
whoever's behind these killings
may also be planning
a biological attack?
Or has before.
RUD-390 was
one of the components
of the rapid skin growth toxin
that killed
Agent Kent.
You're saying
this is Z.F.T.?
Z.F.T.?
What's that?
We believe Z.F.T.
is a terrorist organization...
Responsible for a number
of bio attacks
in the last year.
I see.
Why?
What is their agenda?
That's what
we wanna find out.
Assemble an assault squad.
- Move on Lubov.
- Yes, sir.
Federal agents.
You're under arrest.
Dr. Nicholas Boone.
Advanced degrees in hematology
and biochemistry.
Founder of
Lubov Pharmaceuticals,
a multinational
biotech firm
whose corporate offices
turn out to be in a split level...
In Brighton.
Now we know that
there's a strain of syphilis
that you ordered
was found on his spine.
Can't you see these?
They're human bite marks.
What is out there
doing this?
What happened
to these people?
How long have you been
a follower of Z.F.T.?
That's right, Dr. Boone.
We know about Z.F.T.
What do you know?
Enough to know that they're
using the world
as a testing ground
for experiments.
We want to know more
about David Robert Jones,
about who funds Z.F.T.
and why.
We want to know
what we're dealing with.
I don't have to spell it out
for you, Dr. Boone.
You talk to us,
give us information.
Help us with whatever's out
there killing people.
It'll go better for you.
What is doing this?
What have you done?
- Someone was dosed.
- With what?
Dosed with what?!
I know a lot
about the things you want.
And more.
And I'll answer
your questions.
But you have
to help me first.
Help with what?
They have my wife.
I want you
to get her back.
Z.F.T. has your wife?
Agent Dunham...
What counts
with punishment
is the ability to know
whom to hurt, and when.
You're telling me
Z.F.T.'s coercing you...
To conduct
these experiments
by threatening
to harm your wife.
Why would they be
punishing you?
Because when I realized
what my work was being used for,
I tried to get out.
I'll tell you everything
you want to know.
But first,
you have to get my wife back.
Do you believe him?
I don't.
Boone's wife
is a nurse.
I checked with her hospital,
and she hasn't been to work
in three weeks.
Proves nothing.
I'm inclined to agree
with Agent Francis.
Everything we know
about these guys
Suggests that
they're Zealots.
Why don't we go
back in there;
ask them why the sudden
change of heart?
We can't ask him a thing
until we get his wife.
- Could be a trap.
- Could be the truth.
I'm sorry,
but since I've been working
in Fringe Division,
And that's not including
the 147 on Flight 627.
In my entire career,
only nine people have died
on cases that I worked.
This is the closest
that we've ever come
to getting traction
and stopping these people.
Getting a handle
on Z.F.T.,
Jones...
Or more.
This guy could be
our chance.
What is it?
The address
Boone gave us,
where he says
they're holding his wife.
It's a restaurant...
in Chinatown.
Doesn't exactly scream
Z.F.T. hive of activity.
They've been
tagged right at us.
Meaning?
They're burning five times
more power a month
than they should
making moo shoo pork.
They could be using the power
for something else.
Maybe to facilitate
a laboratory?
This could be our chance
to get to Z.F.T.
Go, get 'em.
I'll get it
teamed together.
Peter and
Walter Bishop.
We're here to catalog
the chemical evidence.
Walter Bishop,
nice to meet you.
Hello. Um...
Hello, please.
Uh, Bishop,
Walter Bishop.
Walter, you don't have
to shake everybody's hand.
He gets a little nervous
around authority figures.
Oh, boy.
Look at that.
Benzyl alcohol.
Colorless liquid used
as a bacteriostatic
in solutions
for injection,
topically
as a local anaesthetic.
Personally,
I'd like to use it as a mouth wash.
What did this guy
create?
From what I've seen so far,
I am
forming a hypothesis.
Would you
care to hear it?
Well,
I don't know.
Would I ever be able
to sleep at night again?
Well,
that depends.
Depends on what?
On whether the light is
on or not.
There's four exits.
Risk and Walken,
you take the rear.
Taub and Brown,
you take the side.
Dunham and I are gonna be in
the front with the rest of you.
And remember,
this is a hostile situation
in a
contained environment.
So retrieving the hostage
unharmed is our top priority.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Dunham.
Greg wants
full custody of Ella.
What?
Another process server
just came by.
Greg is claiming that I am
an unfit parent.
That "the minor's mental and
physical well-being would be
"best served under the...
"sole custody
of the petitioner."
He can't be serious.
I won't
let that happen, Liv.
I will
run if I have to.
I will take her and I will
disappear,
I swear to God.
Okay, Rachel, Rachel...
Just calm down.
You're not running anywhere,
and you're not gonna lose Ella.
He's just doing this
to hurt me.
Okay, Rachel,
listen to me.
Now, this is just
one of those things
that you're gonna
look back on
and you're gonna say,
"I beat that too."
Do you hear me?
I hear you.
Okay.
So, um, look,
let's talk
when I get home.
I-I've got a...
I gotta go
to a meeting.
Okay.
Ahem.
We got that meeting.
Freeze!
Stay where you are!
- F.B.I.!
- Get your ass on the floor!
- Clear?
- Clear.
Uhh! Uhh!
Huh?
Your wife isn't there.
I know that.
I need to talk
to Agent Dunham.
Dunham.
I'm putting him on.
Agent Dunham.
What the hell's
going on?
There's a room in the back.
Can you see it?
Yeah, we checked.
She's not there.
I know,
but what I need is.
Okay, I'm here.
In front of you,
you should see
a row of
refrigeration units.
Third from the right.
Yeah, I see it.
Open it.
You know,
I'm not gonna do a thing
until you tell me
why we're here.
We're getting to that.
No, you tell me now.
Inside that cooling unit
you'll find a contagion,
five vials
marked XT-43.
The person
who's out there killing
has been dosed
with this.
I need it
to make an antidote.
You lied to me?
No.
Agent Dunham...
They didn't kidnap
my wife.
They infected her.
That was my punishment
for trying to leave Z.F.T.
It's she
who's out there killing.
Valerie Boone.
Valerie Boone,
you turn March into June.
- Alright.
- Okay, that's enough.
You...
You be on camera.
- I always do this.
- No.
I have no interest
in being on camera.
- Come on, you.
- We'll both...
Are we both in?
Okay, that's me.
- Hi!
- Hello.
Us in the park!
You are so beautiful.
You are really warm.
You're burning up.
What--
What's wrong?
You're my kind of guy.
I'm sorry.
Dunham.
Charlie's running
a background check on the body
he found
on the Mustang.
Peter said that
you had something I should see.
We found this at
Boone's house.
You wanna pay
specific attention to the date.
Ahh...
Whoever wore a lab coat
and rubber gloves.
Valerie Boone.
Valerie Boone,
you turn March into June.
Okay, that's enough.
You-you be on camera.
- I have no--
- I always do this.
I have no interest
in being on camera.
- Come on, you--
- Okay, we'll both...
All right.
- Hi.
- Hello.
Us in the park!
Where is--
Okay.
Look out.
Okay.
- Okay.
- There, okay, that's it.
No, no, no!
That's not it.
There he goes.
Oh, my God, you look like
you ran in the trash can.
That video was taken
three weeks ago,
Dr. Boone.
Can you explain to me
why you are in a wheelchair today?
She needs to feed.
She can't control it.
I began to feed her
my own spinal fluid.
The more I gave,
the more she craved,
until...
I couldn't give
anymore.
The contagion burns through
her spinal fluid
faster than her body
can replace it.
When she kills,
it's simply to...
Refuel.
I tried to synthesize
the antidote on my own,
watching her suffer the effects
of being infected.
But I couldn't do it.
Not without a dose
of the bacteria to work from.
For the rest of my life,
this chair will remind me
of what I've done.
Why would Z.F.T. want you
to create something like this?
To create a
human nightmare.
The syphilis
was just a platform.
Carrier
for other attributes.
Attributes that
changed her.
For what purpose?
For the same reason
they asked me to...
create the
skin growth toxin...
To show off.
To who?
Other scientists.
You mean
nothing to them.
So how many vials
were created?
Just the ones
that I took?
I made six,
now accounted for,
but I can't guarantee they won't
pick up where I left off.
If they did figure out
how to make it,
could they weaponize
this bacteria?
You really don't know
who you're dealing with.
The answer for both of us
is to let me make a cure.
Now that you've recovered
the dose samples,
I can make it.
My offer still stands.
I'll tell you everything I know
when you find her.
If the cure works,
we both win.
Now I'll need access to a lab
with a blood analyzer.
I'll also need a spectroscope
and a centrifuge.
You might want to
write this down.
That won't be a problem.
You really think
it's a good idea
to let him have
free reign
in Walter's
believe-it-or-not emporium?
Oh,
and this is something
my son Peter
is working on.
I haven't got
the faintest idea what it is.
Your centrifuge is
Oh, 25.
It's an oldie,
but a goody.
I also have a cow.
And,
just for the record,
one mad scientist
is my limit.
I think that having him
help Walter
is our best chance
at saving lives.
- Dunham.
- It's Charlie.
We found
Bob Dunn's missing car.
Where?
Clear across town,
in Mission Hill.
It's completely stripped.
Quarter panels,
radio, everything.
- The GPS?
- No, it's gone.
We got no way to track
where he picked up Boone's wife.
Okay,
thanks, Charlie.
Uh,
good news, Peter.
Nicholas and I
are in agreement
about this penicillin.
Yes, we need to purify the mould,
then ferment it.
To the highest possible
concentration.
Agent Farnsworth,
we're going to need a rat.
Can you, uh, call me
if something else turns up?
Okay, bye.
Great news.
They made a breakthrough.
They're gonna fight
the super syphilis
with super penicillin.
Syphilis
was the platform.
If they can kill the syphilis,
they can stop the contagion.
They did the same thing
once against super pneumonia.
Right.
Well, Charlie just found
Dunn's car,
stripped
in Mission Hill.
Excellent.
He check the GPS?
Stolen.
Well, everything stolen
is not necessarily lost.
Meaning what?
Meaning if there's
a car found stripped
in the
Greater Boston area,
I can guarantee you my man
Mako has his big toe in it.
Oh, you have a friend
who runs a chop shop?
Yeah.
You make that sound
so illegal.
Dunham.
Let's just say the GPS is here,
allegedly.
But it's useless because
it's been wiped for resale.
Hypothetically.
We're trying to track a killer,
Mr. Mako.
Nah, it's just Mako.
You know, like "Cher."
Theoretically,
if the GPS is wiped,
then that would put you
in a rough spot,
because you'd be hampering
a federal investigation.
I'm trying
to work with you here.
We need the GPS to find out
where the victim was
the night
of his killing.
But you stole his car
from his home in Brookline.
I didn't steal his car
from Brookline.
Where'd you
steal it from?
If I tell you where
we boosted that car,
can we just say that this
conversation never happened?
Hypothetically?
Sure.
Route 18th,
Weymouth.
By the water.
Fascinating.
Then the rat's
successfully infected.
This strain of syphilis
raises the body temperature
well above normal.
The cure
is nearly complete.
Once this penicillin
concentrates,
we can test it
on the rat.
Where did you study,
Nicholas?
At the Curie Institute
in Paris.
Kings College,
Aberdeen, Scotland.
It's quite a fall.
It's an honor to have
your intellect in my lab.
That's high praise.
Because I know very well
who you are.
Well...
That makes one of us.
A little memory loss
is often kind
to the soul.
That a figure of speech?
Or do you believe
there is such a thing?
The soul.
There are days
when I wish I did.
There are days when
I wish I didn't.
I-I often wake up at night,
frightened,
with the understanding
that there are things
man shouldn't know.
That the scientific trespasses
I've committed--
Will one day be judged.
Belly and I would often
debate this very thing.
William Bell.
You've heard of him?
Of course.
Founder of
Massive Dynamic.
Richest man
in the world.
We used to share a lab.
Quite a fall.
Hmm.
If indeed
there is a soul,
we must consider then
that there is
still time for redemption.
We're not being hauled off
to be judged yet, Nicholas.
This must be where
Mako boosted the car.
All the shattered glass.
So we're thinking what?
Boone's wife
kills this guy,
steals his car,
and then drives it out here?
Yeah.
But what was she
doing here?
And where did she go?
You know what I hate worst
than the cold?
What?
Not much.
Olivia...
Think I know
why she came out here.
The camera,
aspirin.
Okay. Ready.
Ahem.
We are about to inject
the infected rat
with an antidote.
Should it prove effective,
it will no doubt
work on humans as well.
Nicholas.
Now we wait.
Ah! Marvelous.
You can bring the bodies
right this way, gentlemen.
We've been expecting you.
Right over here
is fine.
May I offer you
a peak freen?
A delicious vanilla wafer
with raspberry center
and lemon cream.
He doesn't want a cookie,
Walter.
Uh...
Apparently, you're wrong.
That's
two more bodies.
One we found
in the forest in Weymouth.
The other on the street
in Roxbury.
Where is she getting
her victims?
You must have some idea
where she'd go.
The person out there
killing people
is not thinking
like my wife.
Well, she wouldn't
recognize me...
Let alone find comfort
in places she knows.
This one's
been drinking.
He smells
like a brewery.
Hey, Peter, will you
turn out the lights?
Seriously?
Oh!
All right, Peter.
I ordered it
on television.
It's an entry stamp.
He's got
the same one.
It's a place
called the Cavern.
Industrial area
is really happening
in the underground club scene
right now.
So she's going to the club
to find these victims.
Look, I need more time
to make the cure.
Please.
If you take her alive,
I know
I can save her.
I'll see what I can do.
Dunham, FBI.
Him too, he's with me.
Now you're
my kind of guy.
What is that?
It's a hand-held
thermal imaging radiometer.
It tells me
if you're hot.
So...
So you're definitely hot.
But...
I'm looking for someone
with syphilis.
Uh, okay.
I don't understand.
Something's wrong.
Something's missing.
The rat's body
has rejected the cure.
Perhaps a protein
incompatibility.
No, it's not that.
I know what's wrong.
The contagion required
cerebral spinal fluid...
as a catalyst.
And the cure must
require some as well.
Bond the cure
to the contagion.
Yes, and the only spinal fluid
we know for a fact
is compatible...
is my own.
Well, no, that's
out of the question.
It's too dangerous.
If you lose
more spinal fluid,
it could cause
a brain haemorrhage.
No,
I was very careful
to monitor
the amount of fluid I removed.
Another 25 milliliters
should be safe.
Walter...
We can't.
We have
no other choice!
Walter?
Prep the table,
Agent Farnsworth.
Thank you.
Anything?
No, not yet.
I got her.
She's moving along
the back walk.
Peter,
I can't find her.
She was right there,
but she's gone now.
Okay...
Um...
Alright, keep looking.
I'm gonna check in with Charlie.
Hey, Charlie?
We had her,
but we lost her.
You got the exit?
Nobody is leaving yet.
She's still
in there with you, Liv.
You prepare the spinal fluid,
Agent Farnsworth.
Come on up.
Here we go.
Gently.
Okay, gently,
gently, gently.
- Alright.
- Yes, thanks.
Charlie...
Yeah, Charlie,
I think she's headed to you.
What's she wearing?
Black dress...
and freakishly blue eyes.
On it.
Valerie Boone?
Are you Valerie Boone?
It's her.
Take her down.
Alright,
we got her.
- Clear the area.
- You just shot that woman!
I just got
off the phone
with Olivia.
Good news, Dr. Boone.
They have her.
Oh, excellent!
Dr. Boone?
- Walter...
- Hmm?
Get me
a TPA injection.
You lied to me.
You let me take too much
spinal fluid.
How far
would you go
for someone you love?
Unh!
How's she doing?
She's going to be out
for hours.
Where's the siren
on this thing?
There.
Is that why
you wanted to drive?
Everybody should get to do this
at least once before they die.
That looks says
more than just,
"I wish I hadn't have
let him drive."
I was just thinking
about Nicholas Boone
and what
he did for his wife.
What he is doing.
Geez,
that kind of love.
Greg asked Rachel
for a divorce,
and now he's fighting her
for custody.
You know,
I never liked that guy.
You've never met Greg.
Yeah,
but I met your sister.
So I know
she deserves better.
And I thought you were
a card-carrying cynic.
I am, world class.
But there's an argument to be
made that beneath every cynic,
there is a
frustrated romantic.
Agh!
Uhh!
Ohh!
Peter!
Peter,
my tranq gun.
Uhh!
Thank you.
I think
she liked you.
Good. Bring her in,
strap her down.
Walter,
what happened?
He had a stroke.
- Pulse is strong.
- Yeah, so is she.
Agent Farnsworth,
Peter.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Okay, now what?
Now, we wait.
Uhh!
Walter...
No! Let her!
Is she...
Seems to be working.
Agent Farnsworth...
Prepare a solution,
30 parts saline.
And some adrenaline
and perhaps
a cup of coffee.
Walter.
Hmm?
He's gone.
Dr. Boone asked me
to give this to you personally,
Agent Dunham.
What is it, Walter?
Agent Dunham,
if you're watching this,
I suspect
I didn't make it.
But you and I
had a bargain,
and, uh,
you held up your end.
Now, I have made
many mistakes in my life,
But... in the end,
I should at least
be a man of my word.
And I promised you
answers.
With any luck,
you will use them
to rectify
some of my misdeeds.
Now, in the time
I worked with Z.F.T.,
I never dealt with anyone
of significant rank
within
the movement.
But I was able
to gather some names.
Including some I suspect
you've already heard of.
Dunham.
Hey.
Are you all right?
Yeah.
Uh,
Nicholas Boone talked.
He told us everything he knew
about Z.F.T.
Did he mention
David Robert Jones?
No, he said
he'd never heard of him.
But he did mention another name
that we've heard before.
According to Boone,
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