the fasten seatbelt sign.
seatbelts are securely fastened.
I don't speak German.
I'm from Denver. I'm from Denver.
My friend,
it's just an electrical storm.
I understand.
Here. Gum?
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No, uh, thank you.
- Oh, my god.
- What?
- This bed is loud.
- You think?
We--we can't keep doing this.
Sneaking around.
Department's not a massive
fan of office romance.
The policy seminar
was endless, wasn't it?
I kept finding myself staring at you.
Actually had to move
my chair to stop.
- Well, I--I think Charlie knows.
- No, he doesn't know.
Well, I think he does.
If he knew, you would be transferred.
The idea of somebody making a call
whether or not you and I
get to live in the same city,
that's unacceptable to me.
Anyway, that's all just preamble
to the kicker, which is that...
I love you.
Olivia Dunham.
Yes, sir.
Of course, sir.
Yes, sir, I'm on my way.
Incident at logan. International flight.
Charlie's on his way.
Agent Scott.
We're gonna let the FBI take the lead.
Olivia Dunham, FBI.
We got a flight out of
Hamburg, 147 passengers.
Towers lost contact three hours in.
They thought it might have
been electrical interference.
They entered our airspace radio silent.
Navy then scrambles
two F-18 for escort.
They reported stains on the windows.
No signs of life aboard the jet.
White house approved a CDC request
for the jet not to be
opened until they arrive.
No signs of life?
Who was flying the plane?
Logan's one of the first airports
with the pearl autopilot system.
Plane landed itself right on time.
Unlike every flight I've ever taken.
Well, let me assure you we'd be
happy to treat you asamily too.
Good old NTSB. They all
like to think they're cops.
- Agent Scott.
- Agent Francis. Agent Dunham.
Whatever the hell mcneary
saw through that window,
it made him throw up in
front of his whole unit.
Excuse me.
So what's going on here?
Some sort of accident?
Tarmac's closed.
Nothing you need
to worry about, sir.
Oh, all right.
- Move along.
- I'll do that.
Thanks.
Although this is a joint task force,
you're all reporting to the
department of homeland security.
I'm special agent in charge, Broyles.
D.C. has sent me here to
make sure we get results.
Standard level four hazmat
suits are required to go in.
Members from each agency on
the starting line as follows.
CIA, Baronoff.
FBI, Charlie Francis and John Scott.
Everyone else stand by.
Okay, people, let's move.
Sir!
task force. Gotta love that.
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Kind of like powdered
sugar on a glazed donut.
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Excuse me, if I'm gonna
do my job effectively,
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I like my information first-hand.
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That's not redundancy.
That's accountability.
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I know exactly who you are.
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You want in, liaison?
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Suit up.
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What kind of terrorism is this?
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Who says it's terrorism?
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deliberately set ablaze by the CDC
remains had been removed...
Honolulu, Hawaii. Car salesman.
Have we reviewed video
from the Hamburg Airport?
We need to see if any passengers...
On its way.
And what the hell is taking
so long with that black box?
Please tell me that terminal's shutdown.
It's been down since 0400 local.
You got any more questions?
Who's point from CDC
on the bone tissue...
...agent Paley.
You want his home number?
No, but I'd like the whole report.
- And not just this fax--
- We're on that too liaison.
We don't think what happened on that
plane was a result of the in-flight movie.
Back bay pd got a call at 0300 from
a guard on duty at a storage facility.
handing a white guy a briefcase.
Liaison, take it. Go find out.
Take what? That?
You're telling me that's my assignment?
Yeah, honey. Would you mind?
center for disease control,
plane only after it was determined--
Petty bastard.
He's pissed because his best friend
sexually assaulted three marine privates,
and I'm the bad guy
'cause I put him away.
Broyles is an idiot.
You're smarter, you're stronger,
you're much better looking.
He's jealous.
What?
You said you loved me.
In the motel.
Yeah.
That was a big deal.
Yeah, well, you didn't say
anything back, so I just let it go.
I've been sort of bad
at this for a long time.
Until you.
I wanted to say I love you too.
Let's go check the trash together.
Empty.
Acetylene, Propane?
No, Ammonia.
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
I'm a federal agent.
We need to get a chem
transport team out here now.
I'm on it.
No signal.
Freeze! FBI!
I have a gun!
I will shoot!
John?
We need him alive.
I'm on my way.
- Hands in the air!
- John!
John.
You were very lucky today,
agent Dunham.
Your wounds could've easily
been much more severe.
Agent Scott wasn't as fortunate.
While he survived the initial blast,
agent Scott was exposed to some
synthetic chemical compounds.
Work that was done
in the labs you found.
He's not contagious, but
until we understand more,
it's better not to introduce
any additional contaminants.
We haven't been able to identify
the substance that's affecting him.
The CDC has sent in specialists, but...
well, they've never seen anything
like what's happening here.
We've put agent Scott
in a drug-induced coma.
His body temperature has been lowered
significantly to try and slow the progress.
I'm sorry, agent Dunham.
It's me.
Liaison.
I found a connection
between the Hamburg flight
and what's happened to agent Scott.
His name's Walter Bishop.
He's a scientific
researcher from Cambridge.
Born in '46, Harvard educated.
Post grad at Oxford and M.I.T.
Look at the experiments
he was doing in the '70s.
I believe Dr. Bishop might have
information that might tell us
what happened aboard that plane
and save agent Scott's life.
Says the guy's been at
St. Claire's for 17 years.
I saw that. An assistant
was killed in his lab.
Rumors about Dr. Bishop
using humans as guinea pigs.
He was charged with manslaughter, but
was deemed mentally unfit to stand trial.
Why are you so sure
Bishop's worth our time?
Why are you so sure he's not?
Listen, Dunham, you and I
got off on the wrong foot--
if my past job performance as U.S.
Marine special investigator offends you--
Well, yeah, it does.
A man who serves his
country for 30 years
has a few drinks and a
small lapse in judgment
- does not deserve five years.
- A small lapse in judgment that
will haunt three young women
for the rest of their lives.
But that's not tonight's business, is it?
Look, D.C. has tasked me to make sure
that our reaction to flight
Now it says here, in 1991 the
glorious state of Massachusetts
forbade Dr. Bishop
from having any visitors
with the exception of immediate family.
So from where I sit, barging into a
mental institution waving the Patriot Act,
which is what you'd need,
and demanding face time
with some old lab rat
who you think might be
behind some of the most
terrifying terror that
I can possibly imagine--
I'm coming to you with a solid lead,
- and your personal resentment is preventing you--
- and you're wasting your breath and my time.
Do you understand "immediate family?"
You want to question Dr. Bishop,
you go find his next of kin
and have 'em escort you in.
Talk to Bishop, uncover something
substantial, and I will have your back.
Until then, I am not so convinced.
Now can you handle that?
He does have a son.
Is his son local too?
Not exactly.
longer than two months.
fireman, cargo pilot,
published before he was found out.
My resume is hardly traditional.
But around these parts, traditional
increasingly means irrelevant.
$100 billion sunk into infrastructure
and you can barely keep the lights on.
So you need someone
to oversee construction
on 600 miles of pipeline to carry crude
between your fields in
Kirkuk and the port of Ceyhan.
A job well outside the green zone, I
might add while I'm still alive to do so.
You'll need someone who has a handle
on the laws of hydrodynamic resistance.
The heat exchange in oil mixture flows.
You'll also need someone who can
work with mixed integer programs
because you're gonna
have to resize the pipes
as you start working
across uneven terrain.
That is, if you want to keep
down construction costs.
I also speak Farsi.
And 600,000 all in sounds fair.
Peter Bishop.
Olivia Dunham. I'm with the FBI.
Okay.
You've heard of flight 627?
The Hamburg flight, of course.
You may be able to help us with that.
No, I think you got the wrong guy.
Your father is Walter Bishop.
You know, the last time somebody
asked me that it was an accusation.
Well, he's the man we're
looking to speak with,
but due to his current status,
you're the only one who
can provide us access.
And what possible help
could that man be to you?
And what is it exactly that
you're expecting me to do?
Hop on a plane with you
back to Massachusetts?
I just got here, honey.
I can have you on a return flight
here in four days, but first--
let me save you the time.
I'd rather stay here in Iraq.
That's how much
I want to see my father.
I'm going to beg you as
one human being to another.
Your father may be able to
save someone who's dying.
Someone I care about very much.
Sweetheart, we all care
about someone who's dying.
I can't help you. I'm sorry.
I know why you're here!
I have your file.
What file?
The one the FBI would
say doesn't exist.
And it has everything.
Where you've been, what
you're running from.
And what you need while you're here.
So either you come with me, or I let
certain people know your whereabouts.
When do we leave?
did the doctors say anything else?
Yeah.
Thanks, Charlie.
Let me ask you something.
My father, not my favorite.
He is without a doubt the
most self-absorbed, twisted,
abusive, brilliant, myopic
son of a bitch on the planet.
So he was a chemist.
That much I already know.
He worked out of a
basement lab in Harvard
doing research for a toothpaste company.
I also know that there was an
accident at the lab one night,
that my father was arrested,
beginning the first truly
peaceful period in our home.
But here's the thing, Olivia.
My gut tells me that your friend's life,
the one hanging in the balance,
not gonna be saved by
a tube of toothpaste.
He worked out of Harvard,
but not on toothpaste.
He was part of a classified U.S. army
experimental program called Kelvin genetics.
They gave him the resources
to do whatever work he wanted,
which was primarily in an
area called fringe science.
When you say fringe science,
you mean pseudoscience.
I suppose.
Things like mind control,
teleportation, astral projection,
invisibility, genetic mutation,
reanimation, fertility--
Whoa, excuse for a sec.
Reanimation? Really?
So you're telling me what?
My father was Dr. Frankenstein?
You know what?
Why don't you go on ahead.
Dr. Bishop, special day.
You have a visitor.
Hello.
I knew someone
would come... eventually.
Dr. Bishop.
Dr. Bishop?
And you said this was--
when did this happen?
The incident on the plane
happened four days ago.
Agent Scott was injured the next day.
The dermis already
indurated, translucent.
M-muscular tissue visible.
On Scott, you mean,
can you see through skin?
Yes.
Oh, that's not good.
To see through the skin,
it's--it's tricky, it's advanced.
- Like that it's tricky.
- What's happening to him?
Can it be reversed?
What is it?
They... they have this horrible...
pudding here.
Butterscotch pudding
on Mondays. It's dreadful.
It's Thursday.
Oh, that's fantastic news.
It can be reversed.
What happened to your colleague.
Years ago I worked with
lab animals, and--and ...
some of them were afflicted,
but were saved.
So do you remember what to do?
This place, their- their
choice of therapies has c--c--
Dr. Bishop.
You came here today with my son.
I'm not allowed visitors, you
see, except immediate family.
And unless the order has been lifted,
then it's a simple if--then formula.
If you are here, then so is he.
I would... so much...
so very much like to see him.
So much.
He asked for you.
Thanks, sweetheart.
I really appreciate that.
Hey, I didn't tell him you were here.
And call me "sweetheart" one
more time. I'd really like that.
Hello, Walter.
I thought you'd be fatter.
You thought I would be fatter.
Excellent first words, perfect.
No, as a boy, you were rounder.
Yes, I was until the
summer before high school.
Not that I'd expect
you to remember that.
May I see something?
What are you doing?
Take your hands off of me!
Pupils are good. They're good.
Thank goodness.
How advanced is your
colleague's condition?
Which--which is something I-I-I--
I'm unable to deduce without
a firsthand examination.
I must see Mr. Scott myself.
Which I am unable to do.
Well, under present law.
Unless--unless signed
out by a legal guardian
who must be, once again, a relative.
What are you asking me to--
No. Guardian?
No, forget it.
- He'll do it.
- No, I will not.
One phone call. That's all it takes.
You want me to make it?
'Cause I got my phone in my pocket.
Now it's out of my pocket.
You wanted my father.
Now you've got my father.
Which falls into the category of
be careful what you wish for...
sweetheart.
understand what happened on flight 627...
Dr. Bishop, I was curious.
Did anyone else ever
have access to your work?
Well, the assistants had bits and pieces.
And god, I suppose.
I supposed the only one that really
knew what I was doing was belly.
Who?
Belly, William Bell.
He and I shared the lab.
William Bell?
You shared your lab with the
founder of massive dynamics?
I'm sorry, I don't know what
that is, massive dynamics.
Oh, nothing really.
Just a tiny little company.
That's perfect.
One guys becomes one of the
wealthiest men on the planet.
The other guy becomes an
institutionalized psychopath.
What? What happened?
I just pissed myself.
- Excellent.
- Just a squirt.
I just got your message.
How's John?
Worse.
CDC says the Hamburg flight was
caused by a synthetic compound.
Which is like saying rain
is caused by a wet compound.
They've run some tests on John, but
haven't come back with anything.
What about Bishop?
Left to right, insane and irritating.
And also my only hope.
Listen...
I need to question William Bell.
Could you set that up for me?
William Bell?
Massive dynamics William Bell.
He and Bishop used to share a lab.
You're kidding.
Dr. Bishop?
Is there ginger ale?
Any ginger ale?
I haven't had some in
a long time. I miss it.
Can we please get some ginger ale
for the doctor, agent Farnsworth.
Sure.
Whoa, stop right now! Stop!
Does this not concern you?
Let him go.
Petri dish.
Quick, please.
Good.
- I need to take this to my lab right away.
- Your what?
Kresge building basement, Harvard.
We should leave.
I have my sample.
Your lab was shutdown after you left.
I'm sorry?
Wake up. It's gone.
No.
No, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Walter, there is no lab.
- It's a perfect working--
- No!
Damn you, damn you!
We need to get him back immediately.
Liaison.
- When did you get back?
- I need your help.
I want you to know
I've successfully had
Dr. Walter Bishop
released from St.Claire's,
and he requires the use
of his old laboratory.
I'm sorry, what?
Kresge building. Harvard, basement.
The university's been using it
for storage for the past 17 years.
It would be nice to think
that your tenacity in this case
is a byproduct of a remarkable
and robust professionalism.
But I can't help but wonder
if there wasn't something going
on between you and agent Scott.
Get the lab for Bishop.
So much.
So much happened here.
And so much is about to.
seatbelts are securely fastened.
I don't speak German.
I'm from Denver. I'm from Denver.
My friend,
it's just an electrical storm.
I understand.
Here. Gum?
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No, uh, thank you.
- Oh, my god.
- What?
- This bed is loud.
- You think?
We--we can't keep doing this.
Sneaking around.
Department's not a massive
fan of office romance.
The policy seminar
was endless, wasn't it?
I kept finding myself staring at you.
Actually had to move
my chair to stop.
- Well, I--I think Charlie knows.
- No, he doesn't know.
Well, I think he does.
If he knew, you would be transferred.
The idea of somebody making a call
whether or not you and I
get to live in the same city,
that's unacceptable to me.
Anyway, that's all just preamble
to the kicker, which is that...
I love you.
Olivia Dunham.
Yes, sir.
Of course, sir.
Yes, sir, I'm on my way.
Incident at logan. International flight.
Charlie's on his way.
Agent Scott.
We're gonna let the FBI take the lead.
Olivia Dunham, FBI.
We got a flight out of
Hamburg, 147 passengers.
Towers lost contact three hours in.
They thought it might have
been electrical interference.
They entered our airspace radio silent.
Navy then scrambles
two F-18 for escort.
They reported stains on the windows.
No signs of life aboard the jet.
White house approved a CDC request
for the jet not to be
opened until they arrive.
No signs of life?
Who was flying the plane?
Logan's one of the first airports
with the pearl autopilot system.
Plane landed itself right on time.
Unlike every flight I've ever taken.
Well, let me assure you we'd be
happy to treat you asamily too.
Good old NTSB. They all
like to think they're cops.
- Agent Scott.
- Agent Francis. Agent Dunham.
Whatever the hell mcneary
saw through that window,
it made him throw up in
front of his whole unit.
Excuse me.
So what's going on here?
Some sort of accident?
Tarmac's closed.
Nothing you need
to worry about, sir.
Oh, all right.
- Move along.
- I'll do that.
Thanks.
Although this is a joint task force,
you're all reporting to the
department of homeland security.
I'm special agent in charge, Broyles.
D.C. has sent me here to
make sure we get results.
Standard level four hazmat
suits are required to go in.
Members from each agency on
the starting line as follows.
CIA, Baronoff.
FBI, Charlie Francis and John Scott.
Everyone else stand by.
Okay, people, let's move.
Sir!
task force. Gotta love that.
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sugar on a glazed donut.
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Excuse me, if I'm gonna
do my job effectively,
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I like my information first-hand.
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That's not redundancy.
That's accountability.
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I know exactly who you are.
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You want in, liaison?
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Suit up.
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What kind of terrorism is this?
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Who says it's terrorism?
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deliberately set ablaze by the CDC
remains had been removed...
Honolulu, Hawaii. Car salesman.
Have we reviewed video
from the Hamburg Airport?
We need to see if any passengers...
On its way.
And what the hell is taking
so long with that black box?
Please tell me that terminal's shutdown.
It's been down since 0400 local.
You got any more questions?
Who's point from CDC
on the bone tissue...
...agent Paley.
You want his home number?
No, but I'd like the whole report.
- And not just this fax--
- We're on that too liaison.
We don't think what happened on that
plane was a result of the in-flight movie.
Back bay pd got a call at 0300 from
a guard on duty at a storage facility.
handing a white guy a briefcase.
Liaison, take it. Go find out.
Take what? That?
You're telling me that's my assignment?
Yeah, honey. Would you mind?
center for disease control,
plane only after it was determined--
Petty bastard.
He's pissed because his best friend
sexually assaulted three marine privates,
and I'm the bad guy
'cause I put him away.
Broyles is an idiot.
You're smarter, you're stronger,
you're much better looking.
He's jealous.
What?
You said you loved me.
In the motel.
Yeah.
That was a big deal.
Yeah, well, you didn't say
anything back, so I just let it go.
I've been sort of bad
at this for a long time.
Until you.
I wanted to say I love you too.
Let's go check the trash together.
Empty.
Acetylene, Propane?
No, Ammonia.
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
I'm a federal agent.
We need to get a chem
transport team out here now.
I'm on it.
No signal.
Freeze! FBI!
I have a gun!
I will shoot!
John?
We need him alive.
I'm on my way.
- Hands in the air!
- John!
John.
You were very lucky today,
agent Dunham.
Your wounds could've easily
been much more severe.
Agent Scott wasn't as fortunate.
While he survived the initial blast,
agent Scott was exposed to some
synthetic chemical compounds.
Work that was done
in the labs you found.
He's not contagious, but
until we understand more,
it's better not to introduce
any additional contaminants.
We haven't been able to identify
the substance that's affecting him.
The CDC has sent in specialists, but...
well, they've never seen anything
like what's happening here.
We've put agent Scott
in a drug-induced coma.
His body temperature has been lowered
significantly to try and slow the progress.
I'm sorry, agent Dunham.
It's me.
Liaison.
I found a connection
between the Hamburg flight
and what's happened to agent Scott.
His name's Walter Bishop.
He's a scientific
researcher from Cambridge.
Born in '46, Harvard educated.
Post grad at Oxford and M.I.T.
Look at the experiments
he was doing in the '70s.
I believe Dr. Bishop might have
information that might tell us
what happened aboard that plane
and save agent Scott's life.
Says the guy's been at
St. Claire's for 17 years.
I saw that. An assistant
was killed in his lab.
Rumors about Dr. Bishop
using humans as guinea pigs.
He was charged with manslaughter, but
was deemed mentally unfit to stand trial.
Why are you so sure
Bishop's worth our time?
Why are you so sure he's not?
Listen, Dunham, you and I
got off on the wrong foot--
if my past job performance as U.S.
Marine special investigator offends you--
Well, yeah, it does.
A man who serves his
country for 30 years
has a few drinks and a
small lapse in judgment
- does not deserve five years.
- A small lapse in judgment that
will haunt three young women
for the rest of their lives.
But that's not tonight's business, is it?
Look, D.C. has tasked me to make sure
that our reaction to flight
Now it says here, in 1991 the
glorious state of Massachusetts
forbade Dr. Bishop
from having any visitors
with the exception of immediate family.
So from where I sit, barging into a
mental institution waving the Patriot Act,
which is what you'd need,
and demanding face time
with some old lab rat
who you think might be
behind some of the most
terrifying terror that
I can possibly imagine--
I'm coming to you with a solid lead,
- and your personal resentment is preventing you--
- and you're wasting your breath and my time.
Do you understand "immediate family?"
You want to question Dr. Bishop,
you go find his next of kin
and have 'em escort you in.
Talk to Bishop, uncover something
substantial, and I will have your back.
Until then, I am not so convinced.
Now can you handle that?
He does have a son.
Is his son local too?
Not exactly.
longer than two months.
fireman, cargo pilot,
published before he was found out.
My resume is hardly traditional.
But around these parts, traditional
increasingly means irrelevant.
$100 billion sunk into infrastructure
and you can barely keep the lights on.
So you need someone
to oversee construction
on 600 miles of pipeline to carry crude
between your fields in
Kirkuk and the port of Ceyhan.
A job well outside the green zone, I
might add while I'm still alive to do so.
You'll need someone who has a handle
on the laws of hydrodynamic resistance.
The heat exchange in oil mixture flows.
You'll also need someone who can
work with mixed integer programs
because you're gonna
have to resize the pipes
as you start working
across uneven terrain.
That is, if you want to keep
down construction costs.
I also speak Farsi.
And 600,000 all in sounds fair.
Peter Bishop.
Olivia Dunham. I'm with the FBI.
Okay.
You've heard of flight 627?
The Hamburg flight, of course.
You may be able to help us with that.
No, I think you got the wrong guy.
Your father is Walter Bishop.
You know, the last time somebody
asked me that it was an accusation.
Well, he's the man we're
looking to speak with,
but due to his current status,
you're the only one who
can provide us access.
And what possible help
could that man be to you?
And what is it exactly that
you're expecting me to do?
Hop on a plane with you
back to Massachusetts?
I just got here, honey.
I can have you on a return flight
here in four days, but first--
let me save you the time.
I'd rather stay here in Iraq.
That's how much
I want to see my father.
I'm going to beg you as
one human being to another.
Your father may be able to
save someone who's dying.
Someone I care about very much.
Sweetheart, we all care
about someone who's dying.
I can't help you. I'm sorry.
I know why you're here!
I have your file.
What file?
The one the FBI would
say doesn't exist.
And it has everything.
Where you've been, what
you're running from.
And what you need while you're here.
So either you come with me, or I let
certain people know your whereabouts.
When do we leave?
did the doctors say anything else?
Yeah.
Thanks, Charlie.
Let me ask you something.
My father, not my favorite.
He is without a doubt the
most self-absorbed, twisted,
abusive, brilliant, myopic
son of a bitch on the planet.
So he was a chemist.
That much I already know.
He worked out of a
basement lab in Harvard
doing research for a toothpaste company.
I also know that there was an
accident at the lab one night,
that my father was arrested,
beginning the first truly
peaceful period in our home.
But here's the thing, Olivia.
My gut tells me that your friend's life,
the one hanging in the balance,
not gonna be saved by
a tube of toothpaste.
He worked out of Harvard,
but not on toothpaste.
He was part of a classified U.S. army
experimental program called Kelvin genetics.
They gave him the resources
to do whatever work he wanted,
which was primarily in an
area called fringe science.
When you say fringe science,
you mean pseudoscience.
I suppose.
Things like mind control,
teleportation, astral projection,
invisibility, genetic mutation,
reanimation, fertility--
Whoa, excuse for a sec.
Reanimation? Really?
So you're telling me what?
My father was Dr. Frankenstein?
You know what?
Why don't you go on ahead.
Dr. Bishop, special day.
You have a visitor.
Hello.
I knew someone
would come... eventually.
Dr. Bishop.
Dr. Bishop?
And you said this was--
when did this happen?
The incident on the plane
happened four days ago.
Agent Scott was injured the next day.
The dermis already
indurated, translucent.
M-muscular tissue visible.
On Scott, you mean,
can you see through skin?
Yes.
Oh, that's not good.
To see through the skin,
it's--it's tricky, it's advanced.
- Like that it's tricky.
- What's happening to him?
Can it be reversed?
What is it?
They... they have this horrible...
pudding here.
Butterscotch pudding
on Mondays. It's dreadful.
It's Thursday.
Oh, that's fantastic news.
It can be reversed.
What happened to your colleague.
Years ago I worked with
lab animals, and--and ...
some of them were afflicted,
but were saved.
So do you remember what to do?
This place, their- their
choice of therapies has c--c--
Dr. Bishop.
You came here today with my son.
I'm not allowed visitors, you
see, except immediate family.
And unless the order has been lifted,
then it's a simple if--then formula.
If you are here, then so is he.
I would... so much...
so very much like to see him.
So much.
He asked for you.
Thanks, sweetheart.
I really appreciate that.
Hey, I didn't tell him you were here.
And call me "sweetheart" one
more time. I'd really like that.
Hello, Walter.
I thought you'd be fatter.
You thought I would be fatter.
Excellent first words, perfect.
No, as a boy, you were rounder.
Yes, I was until the
summer before high school.
Not that I'd expect
you to remember that.
May I see something?
What are you doing?
Take your hands off of me!
Pupils are good. They're good.
Thank goodness.
How advanced is your
colleague's condition?
Which--which is something I-I-I--
I'm unable to deduce without
a firsthand examination.
I must see Mr. Scott myself.
Which I am unable to do.
Well, under present law.
Unless--unless signed
out by a legal guardian
who must be, once again, a relative.
What are you asking me to--
No. Guardian?
No, forget it.
- He'll do it.
- No, I will not.
One phone call. That's all it takes.
You want me to make it?
'Cause I got my phone in my pocket.
Now it's out of my pocket.
You wanted my father.
Now you've got my father.
Which falls into the category of
be careful what you wish for...
sweetheart.
understand what happened on flight 627...
Dr. Bishop, I was curious.
Did anyone else ever
have access to your work?
Well, the assistants had bits and pieces.
And god, I suppose.
I supposed the only one that really
knew what I was doing was belly.
Who?
Belly, William Bell.
He and I shared the lab.
William Bell?
You shared your lab with the
founder of massive dynamics?
I'm sorry, I don't know what
that is, massive dynamics.
Oh, nothing really.
Just a tiny little company.
That's perfect.
One guys becomes one of the
wealthiest men on the planet.
The other guy becomes an
institutionalized psychopath.
What? What happened?
I just pissed myself.
- Excellent.
- Just a squirt.
I just got your message.
How's John?
Worse.
CDC says the Hamburg flight was
caused by a synthetic compound.
Which is like saying rain
is caused by a wet compound.
They've run some tests on John, but
haven't come back with anything.
What about Bishop?
Left to right, insane and irritating.
And also my only hope.
Listen...
I need to question William Bell.
Could you set that up for me?
William Bell?
Massive dynamics William Bell.
He and Bishop used to share a lab.
You're kidding.
Dr. Bishop?
Is there ginger ale?
Any ginger ale?
I haven't had some in
a long time. I miss it.
Can we please get some ginger ale
for the doctor, agent Farnsworth.
Sure.
Whoa, stop right now! Stop!
Does this not concern you?
Let him go.
Petri dish.
Quick, please.
Good.
- I need to take this to my lab right away.
- Your what?
Kresge building basement, Harvard.
We should leave.
I have my sample.
Your lab was shutdown after you left.
I'm sorry?
Wake up. It's gone.
No.
No, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Walter, there is no lab.
- It's a perfect working--
- No!
Damn you, damn you!
We need to get him back immediately.
Liaison.
- When did you get back?
- I need your help.
I want you to know
I've successfully had
Dr. Walter Bishop
released from St.Claire's,
and he requires the use
of his old laboratory.
I'm sorry, what?
Kresge building. Harvard, basement.
The university's been using it
for storage for the past 17 years.
It would be nice to think
that your tenacity in this case
is a byproduct of a remarkable
and robust professionalism.
But I can't help but wonder
if there wasn't something going
on between you and agent Scott.
Get the lab for Bishop.
So much.
So much happened here.
And so much is about to.
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