Whoever you're thinking about.
Your girlfriend or whatever.
I don't have a girlfriend.
Yeah?
What's in the bag?
7
Oh, is it a pizza?
'cause I could really go
for a mushroom pizza.
Yeah, it's a mushroom pizza.
Awesome.
You're not married, are you?
Not that it's any of my business.
Well, you never know about people.
My name isn't Amber,
by the way, obviously.
That's just for the club.
You wanna know my
real name or what?
Yes, I do.
Very much.
Loraine.
Ready for this?
Loraine Daisy.
All my sisters have
flowers for middle names.
My mom couldn't even spell Loraine right.
What is it?
I don't know!
- What is it?
- Oh, God, what's happening?!
Stop it! Are you...
Aggh!
It'll be over in a second. Hold on.
Try and get up. Try and get up.
Try and get up.
Everything okay?
You need a lift to the hospital,
I got a van right here.
Thanks, I'll take her. I'll take her.
What's happening to me?!
Help!
Don't leave me!
I'm Dr. Steel, okay?
Everything's gonna be fine.
Take a deep breath, all right?
You're gonna be fine, okay?
You're gonna be fine.
Take a deep breath.
Now, how many months are you?
How many months what?
Pregnant. I'm not--not pregnant!
Hold her down.
We're gonna have to strap her in.
No!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ItrIHJWsD4M
We gotta cut this
baby out now, doctor!
- All right, all right.
- There's no time for an anaesthetic.
V.P. 60, pulse is thready.
What the hell was that?
We lost her heartbeat.
Go for the baby now.
Give me a scalpel.
Okay, now do it to the right.
All right, come on.
All right.
Right there. Okay.
Oh, God.
Dear God.
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"The Same Old Story"
convening at this late hour.
alerted to an incident
at the Wallace Bromley
Medical Center.
of this committee.
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I called you together tonight
to introduce you to my new team,
71
will now be responsible
72
with these events.
73
more success than our last.
74
Walter Bishop,
75
dubbed by his contemporaries
76
as a successor to Albert Einstein,
77
worked for the defense advanced
research projects agency
78
from the late '70s...
79
Until he was committed
to the St. Clair's mental institution
for manslaughter.
He was never convicted of that crime.
But in one of your own reports,
you theorize that
Bishop's previous work
may itself be the root
of all these unexplained phenomenon.
Given that he's been hugging a
padded cell for 17 years,
I think we can probably exclude
him as a suspect.
However, his knowledge makes
him uniquely qualified
to assist our efforts
while he remains in the legal
custody of his son Peter.
Yes, Peter Bishop,
whose history of questionable
business practices, verge on fraud.
Yet you propose, giving him
access to information that,
if made public, would cause mass panic.
There's nothing we could tell him
that he can't learn from his father
or deduce himself, with a 190 I.Q.
What were you thinking when
you recruited Olivia Dunham?
An F.B.I. Agent who had an
illicit affair with her partner,
who didn't hesitate
expose the man she loved
pain and embarrassment
I love you.
Who are you-- who
are you working for?
Hello?
something you need to see.
Well, waking up's not
gonna be a problem,
but thank you for the gentle nudge.
meet me in 30 minutes
Ah, good morning to you too.
You're kiddin' me, right?
Your phone was off the hook.
That's 'cause I didn't
want to get woken up.
You need to get your father.
Apparently there's
something we need to see.
And this something--
It can't wait.
Okay.
Walter.
Hey, Walter, come
on, we gotta--
Walter?
Ah, come on.
Tell me you're not in the closet.
What the hell are you doing here again?
Where I've been for the past 17 years
is a mental hospital.
St. Clair's.
I'm the one that got you out of
that place, remember?
There was a patient there.
Carlos.
He would sing,
every night.
Funny how difficult it is to sleep
without that song.
That's nice.
We gotta go, Walter.
Hey, I got here
as fast as we could.
Peter Bishop.
I'm Philip Broyles,
Department Of Homeland Security.
Thank you for agreeing
to work with us.
Just to be clear, I haven't
agreed to anything.
I'm just here as the babysitter.
My father is the one you want.
Nice to meet you anyway.
Is he coming out?
Well, that's unclear.
He's currently in the car fiddling
around with his seat warmer.
Dr. Bishop, hello.
I appreciate you coming out tonight.
I've never seen a feature like this before.
It warms your ass. It's wonderful.
Have you tried it?
a woman, pregnant to term,
was found alone outside the hospital.
She collapsed, suffering
severe abdominal pain.
She's a Jane Doe.
Prints and DNA are being run now.
Should have her I.D.'d by sundown.
At 2:24, less than two minutes
after she was pronounced dead,
Ms. Doe became a mother.
Did the baby survive?
The newborn was convulsing.
Screaming in obvious pain.
They placed it in a bassinet,
were in the process of transferring it
to an intensive care when they
realized what was happening.
It was growing, before their eyes.
Growing? You mean they could...
See it getting larger?
That's right.
So where's the baby now?
nearly half an hour,
- This way.
- Finally dying from natural causes.
Natural causes?
I don't understand.
What they realized is that
the child wasn't just growing.
It was aging.
O-okay, hold on a sec.
It's 4:00 a.m., so I'm a little foggy,
but we're supposed to believe
that grandpa here
was born four hours ago?
Were there any calls or tips?
Did the security cameras see
how the pregnant woman got here?
Did she drive herself or
was she dropped off?
We're checking those now.
Dr. Bishop,
any idea how something
like this might happen?
I think you're probably
expecting a bit much, Mr. Broyles.
Celermitosis.
Disabling,
reversing cell cycle inhibitors.
Activating them and turning cip/kip
and ink 4A/ARFS into catalysts.
Ah, 92% of Caucasian
newborns have blue eyes.
Yours were green.
To understand what happened here,
I'll need to run extensive tests,
get these bodies to a lab.
Therefore, of course,
I'll need a lab immediately.
Doctor, you have one.
Your old lab at Harvard.
We reopened it for you.
Do you not remember that?
No.
No, but that's fantastic news!
All right, let's assume
for a second that bundle
of joy here is for real.
What are we doing here?
A series of events has occurred,
continues to occur,
that has us and other agencies on alert.
These events appear to
be scientific in nature
and suggest a larger strategy,
a coordinated effort.
It's been referred to as "the pattern."
Mr. Boyles, I consider myself
a fairly intelligent guy.
But I'm not following you here.
Inexplicable and frightening
things are happening
and there's a connection somehow.
Thanks. That much, I understand.
I got Henning on the phone.
The hospital got a call from a
guest at the Scarlet Red Motel,
checking to see if the pregnant
woman was doing okay.
Was she staying there?
Yes, with a Caucasian male--
But there's no description of
him or the car he was driving.
Call the motel-- make sure
they don't touch anything.
They shouldn't even go in.
I already called,
and you're good to go.
The motel room's empty and locked.
Dr. Bishop?
I may need you to take
samples from the motel room.
I need you to come with me.
Walter.
Do you see what I'm doing here?!
Hey! Relax!
I can't figure this out with
a girl buzzing in my ear.
I am trying to put these
pieces together like a puzzle.
How this happened,
how he happened to her.
- I'm working.
- Come on, Olivia.
I can do this.
My limited stint at M.I.T.
did teach me something.
Loraine Daisy Alcott.
Loraine Daisy.
That's just sad.
One "R."
Hey.
I think I actually got
something to sample in here.
It's some kind of orange gel.
I'm sorry about my father.
He always was a little myopic.
Her things were left
behind, but not his.
Checking the thread count?
Yes.
Open the cabinet.
Why?
There are gonna be sheets in there.
Okay, how'd you do that?
Hey! Car's right here.
Olivia, what's going on?
That's what he would do.
He'd go to motels ahead of time,
replace the sheets with leak-proof
medical grade linen,
so he wouldn't leave
any blood evidence.
Who?
I know who was in that room.
The killer. I know who's profile.
It was a case that John and I worked.
Serial murders in New
Jersey and New York,
and we never caught him.
Look, you can't beat yourself up 'cause you
didn't catch the bastard on your first try.
I feel like I've been asleep
for the last year.
Every case that John
and I worked together,
I have to go back and try
to find whatever I missed.
Okay, then, tell me...
How'd the killer do it?
When I joined the F.B.I.,
this was one of the cases John
and I investigated together.
Each time, he'd kill five
young women within a few days.
Pick them up, take them to motels...
And then he'd give
them a muscle paralyzer.
They'd be wide awake,
but unable to move.
He'd make an incision here,
along their gums.
And then he'd pull their
mouths open up to their eyes.
Okay, that's enough.
You can stop right there.
He'd go through their nasal cavity
and remove a piece of their brain.
And all of this connects to magic old
man baby and the pregnant woman, how?
I don't know.
But there's a connection somewhere.
The muscle paralyzer he
used was bright orange.
So if that's our sample,
then I'm telling you,
this is our guy.
Which... means he's gonna kill again.
I'm Stacy.
are being planned for late next week.
I know everybody's
heard a lot of things,
surrounding the circumstances
of his death.
But I just want to be clear.
John Scott was one of us.
And we will pay him the respect
of considering him innocent
until the inquiry can establish
the full facts of the matter.
Now, as far as any contacts,
our official word
right now is no comment.
Dismissed.
What are you doing here?
I left you a message.
I know, I got it.
You want to open up
a 12-year-old serial case.
The brain surgeon.
I don't think he retired.
How long is Broyles gonna have
you on special assignment?
What the hell are you
working on, anyway?
You knew, didn't you?
About me and John?
I like to think that I have
some powers of deduction.
I took advantage of our friendship.
You kept quiet, even though
you didn't approve.
I hadn't seen you
that happy in a long time.
Look, Olivia, you have nothing to prove.
Yeah, I do.
I have to live with the fact that I
didn't see him for who he really was.
I have to live with the feeling that,
whatever awful things he did,
I should have stopped them.
Livy, you can--
Mostly just wanna take
a shower from the inside out.
I'll get you the case files.
So I, I started working
there a couple weeks ago.
It's a lot better than
the one in Providence.
That place is a total dive.
Most guys bring me to a hotel.
Wow, heh.
Look at this place.
Those windows have a really
great view of the bridge.
I don't care about the bridge.
What do you like?
I like the bridge.
Agh!
Ah, uhh!
What are you doing?
I'm doing two things at once.
I'm waiting for you and
I'm doing her a favor.
You were supposed to be
doing extensive testing.
A 80-year old man baby.
Remember that?
Done.
Test is complete.
You underestimate me.
Which I suppose I deserve.
But...
wonderful news all around.
DNA results confirm my suspicions
that the woman was
impregnated by a man
who's the result of experiments
identical to those conducted by me
in this very lab,
around 30 years ago.
So you know how this happened?
No.
The specifics elude me completely.
So then what's this wonderful news?
Because I remembered something else.
I remembered where I parked my car.
Really?
You remember where
you parked your car,
Hah!
Pi to six digits.
I can't fathom that it's still here.
Look at it.
This is your car?
Of course it is.
So what, you got cars
stuffed with papers
all over town?
Not just cars.
You have no idea where
I've hidden things.
Friend of yours?
Oh... I certainly hope not.
Come on, boy, we need
to get these file boxes
back to the lab.
dead guinea pigs or...
whatever,
but I can bring anything
mechanical back from the dead.
- This is the last of them.
- No.
That'll do.
Hello, I'm Dr. Walter Bishop.
Yes, Dr. Bishop. We've met.
I'm Junior Agent Astrid Farnsworth.
Third time's a charm.
Now, Walter, we'd probably
be a lot more help to you
if you told us what we were looking for.
My research.
Sella turcica, diaphragma sellae--
The dural folds of the pituitary fossa,
situated in the sphenoid bone.
Did you just say pituitary gland?
Did I?
Well, that's how he killed.
He'd perform surgery on his victims,
remove the pituitary gland before
he overdosed them with anesthesia.
Look for anything with the pituitary in it.
I'm sorry. I don't get it.
I mean, what's the link to what
happened at the hospital?
Advanced, rapid aging,
like the disease called progeria,
can be induced artificially by
manipulating the pituitary gland.
"P"-- pituitary.
"P", "P".
All the hormones in the human
body that control growth,
which is aging, really,
are in the brain.
And the pituitary gland is the boss.
Penny-- oh!
Ah, yes, Penny.
- Progeria.
- Penny.
Case file by Dr. Penrose?
Yes, Penrose. Penrose!
I remember him.
A former colleague of mine.
Although he suffered from
severe pseudofolliculitis nuchae.
Razor burn. Hell, no!
We ran experiments on rapid growth.
made a breakthrough,
lead us to that person.
He moved to the East
Coast two years ago.
He's a professor at Boston College.
Charlie, it's me.
Dunham, what's up?
I need a cross check of
recent unsolved homicides.
See if any bodies have turned up
with a missing pituitary gland.
Oh, you say the sweetest things.
I'll get somebody on it.
- Dr. Penrose.
- Yes?
Agent Dunham, F.B.I.
Can we ask you a few questions?
Do you drink tea?
hours after being born.
Where is the mother?
She died during childbirth.
When she was admitted, she
claimed she wasn't even pregnant.
You worked with Dr. Bishop,
manipulating growth hormones
at the end of the Vietnam War.
Yes.
So, what can I do for you?
In the years since,
have you shared your
research with anyone?
I must tell you both,
our work was--
Highly theoretical?
Yes.
But I was going to say that,
more than anything, it was wrong.
I resigned from the employ of the United
States government after only one year.
When I refused to continue,
I was harassed.
Threatened, with deportation.
It didn't feel like the
America I... remembered
from when I was a boy.
Which is why, uh,
as sorry as I was to hear about
Dr. Bishop's incarceration,
I believe it was the best thing
that could ever happen to humanity.
No one in power should,
ever learn what he knows.
Uh, forgive me for sounding
uncooperative, Agent Dunham, but...
my work to which you are
referring ended years ago.
Since then, I've done
all I can to forget it.
What do you think?
I think you know what I think.
Well, he meant what he said.
He's not telling us everything.
Dunham.
a blonde female victim.
Surgical incision along
her upper gum line.
The central endocrine
gland has been removed.
This count?
Can you get the body brought to the lab?
You're right.
The pituitary gland has
indeed been removed.
And I may be able to posit
a hypothesis as to why.
Years ago,
when I worked with
the defense department,
we were tasked with a program
designed to cultivate soldiers.
Cultivate?
Grow them.
It was highly theoretical, of course.
Female eggs were to
be fertilized in a lab
and given a cocktail of growth hormones.
If perfected, a baby was
born and within three years,
aged to the equivalent
of a 21-year-old male.
You're telling me you developed
a way to grow soldiers, people.
Theoretically.
The only problem was how to
slow the aging process
once the subject had reached
the desired physical age.
Once stared, we couldn't
turn the aging off.
So you think now, what?
That the killer somehow
continued your work?
Not exactly.
But I believe that someone
has made a breakthrough,
that the killer is the product.
The test tube human
afflicted with rapid aging.
To slow the process,
he must extract the hormones from
the pituitary glands of his victims
to treat himself, to stay young.
Then the pregnant
woman at the hospital--
She was an accident.
And the killer's condition
was passed on to the baby.
Even condoms are not 100% effective.
You two should be aware of this.
That night, he was going to kill her,
but first they fornicated.
Had intercourse, sex.
Okay, we got it.
She became pregnant, um,
but the pregnancy became
horribly accelerated.
So someone must have
heard her scream.
And he couldn't go
through with his plan.
He couldn't kill her.
Which is why he didn't
kill this girl at a motel,
because he was scared.
And if his M.O.'s changed,
then, we have nothing.
We have to go back and
start again from the beginning.
No, this is okay.
We're making progress--
Why don't you tell her, that
everything's going to be okay.
I thought you had a
way with women.
The F.B.I. came to see me today.
I know what happened.
You got that woman pregnant.
Son, we have to be so careful.
I know.
How's the pain?
Getting worse.
Yes, well, we're almost there.
You just need to get one
more, and you'll be okay again.
Yes. Yes. Yes!
Something on your mind?
Please.
The term "on your mind" vexes
me with its depictive inaccuracy.
Aw, stop! Would you
just talk like a person?
- What are you thinking?
- Jules Verne.
the sea, Jules Verne?
Yes.
Although I was referring to
his lesser-known masterwork,
the Kip brothers,
in which he posited that
the last image seen in life,
right at the moment of death,
is permanently imprinted
on the retina of the eye.
Which is a small but critical distinction.
When was it you lost
your imagination, son?
All right, do you want to play?
Let's play.
The only way that we can see
what she saw, even in theory,
is if we could recover the electric impulses
that were traveling along her optic nerve,
which we can't.
Ah, we're in luck.
This woman was given
a muscle relaxant.
The drug would have frozen her neural
pathways at the moment of death
and the last images she saw with it.
Okay, assuming we're actually
having this conversation,
we would still need a...
Well, I don't know.
We still need something that
could translate what she saw--
Something that could translate
from her eyes to a monitor.
A TV screen.
Hey.
I'm sorry about the lab.
I don't usually...
What?
Lose control.
To tell you the truth,
it was kind of a relief.
You've been so together with
everything that's going on,
I was starting to develop
an inferiority complex.
Knowing that Walter's work is
responsible for all those murders...
I just want you to know
that you're not alone here.
Listen...
I can't believe that I'm
about to propose this.
But, I think...
We've actually figured out a
way to track down that psycho.
How?
Well, we need a piece of equipment.
It's, uh, laser optic hardware.
Very crazy and very,
very hard to find.
But as it turns out, only
one company has the patent.
Sorry for the delay.
Ms. Sharp will be right with you.
I have reservations about asking
Massive Dynamic for a favor.
The corporate mind always
looks for quid pro quo.
Can I ask you a question?
Of course.
Before he died, Agent Scott suggested
that this was more than a coincidence,
that you recruited me for this assignment.
Agent Dunham...
Do you mind if I ask you a personal
question about you and Agent Scott?
The very last time you
were, uh, intimate...
Were you safe?
You weren't, were you?
Aah, ahh!
Agent Dunham?
Ms. Sharp will see you now.
I hope the ride was comfortable.
I'm not a big fan of airplanes myself.
Despite the obvious intellectual
understanding of their safety,
my hands still get sweaty on takeoff.
Thank you again for your
co-operation, we're very--
No need to thank me.
You know, I've been thinking of you.
Meaning to thank you for
being a woman of your word
and keeping Massive
Dynamic out of the press.
I also wanted to say,
You have my sincere condolences
on the loss of Agent Scott.
What do you know about Agent Scott?
I know that he was your partner.
I've lost people close to me.
I know how hard that can be.
Not to mention the rumor about
what he was involved with.
And, of course, the joy of being a female
in a traditionally male line of work.
I mean, no doubt some
of your male colleagues
are assuming that you
two were intimate.
Hah!
The electronic pulse camera.
Travel safely, Agent Dunham.
Are we ready?
Dear, the lights.
Goggles, all of you.
Do not look directly into the light.
Are we really going to be
able to see her last image?
Faith.
Never a bad thing to have.
This is taking too long.
If he's already picked up another--
Impatient!
You always were.
As if you ever knew me well enough
to make a statement like that.
Huh! You're a smart boy but
there is much you don't know.
Did you see that?
What was that?
Wait, wait! What was that?
Can you focus?
It's not a slide projector.
Wait, Astrid, can you flip it over?
Yes.
That's a bridge.
I know that bridge.
I used to live in Denton.
That's, um, that's Sargent Bridge.
That's in Stoughton.
What's in Stoughton?
The warehouse district.
This would be one of
the last images she saw?
In theory, yes.
Where would she have to have been
to see that angle of the bridge?
Pull up N.R.O. online,
image mapping database.
Okay, match the angles.
Wait, stop.
That's it.
Pull out to aerial view and triangulate.
It looks like she's in
this warehouse district.
The 1600 block of Bond Street.
I want satellite images of
that area for the last 24 hours.
Street sweeper on the
access road at 8:05 p.m.
I got nothing between 6:00 and 7:45 p.m.
What are we looking for, exactly?
She died in one of these buildings.
I've got a gray sedan parked
outside unit 17 at 8:05 a.m.
I've got the same vehicle
eight hours later.
That's the estimated time
of death of our last victim.
If you get anything
more specific, call me.
You got it.
It worked, Peter! See that?
It worked!
So Lessing... Borrow... Belmont.
Hold on, did you say Borrow?
Did we pass Borrow already?
There.
Stay there.
That's just not gonna happen.
FBI! Put your hands up!
I said put your hands up.
She's alive.
Is there anyone else here?
You have your phone?
Yeah.
Dial 1-7-2-2-4.
Ask for Charlie Francis.
700
Tell him we need field assist.
701
Tell him to ping the
G.P.S. for the location.
702
Safety's on the right.
Do not let him move.
703
Freeze!
704
Hey, hey! Back off!
705
Hello?
706
707
Just making popcorn.
708
Walter, I'm with a woman in her mid-20s.
709
She is going into cardiac arrest
due to an overdose of anesthesia.
710
Her heart just stopped.
711
Do you have any cocaine?
712
Cocaine? No, I don't have any cocaine.
713
Oh, then too bad.
714
You'll have to shock her heart.
715
Yeah, I know that.
716
Unfortunately, I don't have a defibrillator!
717
Hey, you still there?
718
Mm.
719
What is the optimum voltage
for cardiac resuscitation?
720
Try 200 volts.
721
All right, here it goes.
722
It's not working.
723
Well, you'll have to
crank it, won't you?
724
Hey!
725
Hey, it worked.
726
Good work, son.
Good work!
727
Hey!
728
You're gonna be okay.
729
He-- he should
have let me die...
730
A long time ago.
731
I'm not, I...
732
I was an experiment.
733
Someone...
734
Someone paid him.
735
The man I called my father.
736
He should have let me die.
737
That was his mistake.
738
But he was blinded
because he loved me.
739
He loved me.
740
He...
741
742
743
744
I'd ask you what you
wanted the camera for,
745
but I respect your confidentiality.
746
Well, we're grateful for your help.
747
Seems you're settling
well into your new position.
748
Excuse me?
749
I don't think a
woman of your talents,
750
uh, should be in public service.
751
Oh?
752
And where should I be?
753
Here, at Massive Dynamic.
754
You're offering me a job?
755
Philip Broyles is a good man,
and his record speaks for itself.
756
Well, I'm sure you got into law enforcement
because you wanted to make a difference.
757
So consider this:
758
Massive Dynamic is one of the ten
largest economic entities in the world.
759
Our weapons technologies shape the
defense department's strategies.
760
Our investments sway the markets
and make or break presidential elections.
761
Overseas, we have responsibilities
traditionally, sacred to the state.
762
The right to direct private armies,
763
to manage global affairs
into stable equilibrium.
764
You're serious?
765
Yes, I am.
766
Not to mention,
I believe a position here
767
would speed your
effort to find answers.
768
You're referring to the pattern?
769
Among other things.
770
771
Forensics tracked a two-mile spatter trail
leading from the warehouse out to route one.
772
Local PD's on the lookout,
773
and I've ordered checkpoints
along the interstate.
774
But nothing so far.
He's still out there.
775
Listen...
776
Every aspect of these investigations
is strictly classified.
777
All of it.
778
You understand that?
779
Of course.
780
Certain private individuals
have been granted clearance
781
regarding the pattern.
782
Including Nina Sharp.
783
But that clearance is limited.
784
I understand.
785
Sure, but, uh...
786
I'm not clear on what
you're getting at.
787
When you were with her,
did she share anything with you?
788
Did she mention the pattern?
789
Did she comment or ask you anything
about the details of your investigation?
790
Yeah, she did.
791
She said you were a good man.
792
And that was it?
793
She offered me a job.
794
And what did you say to that?
795
I told her you were
gonna give me a raise.
796
signing this document,
797
798
search and seizure."
799
I'm not signing this!
I, however, will.
Well, of course you will.
What have you got to lose?
You're already committed
to a mental institution.
You have to sign it too.
I'm not signing my rights away
to the federal government.
I already got enough trouble in my life.
About my former colleague and his son.
It's one of the inherent
pitfalls of being a scientist.
Trying to maintain that distinction.
Between God's domain and our own.
Sometimes, I forget myself.
But then, you already know that.
What do you mean?
If you've read my file,
then you know the truth
about Peter's medical history.
I've been meaning to ask you to--
Walter...
There was no mention
of any medical history.
Just his birthday.
Oh.
I was going to ask you to keep it
between just the two of us, but, uh...
I suppose, then, there's no need.
Hey! Walter...
You're awake, Peter.
Me too.
I was trying to lull myself to sleep.
Yeah, I'm...
I'm aware of that.
I can hear you.
You think you could
do that in your head?
Wasn't I?
I thought I was.
Sorry.
That's okay.
Just, try and keep
it down, all right?
Son?
Is that you?
Yes, Walter, it's me.
Just, stop talking and
close your eyes, okay?
Forgive me, father,
for I have sinned.
It's been three months
since I've confessed.
Go on, my son.
Do...
Do you believe that
God can speak to you, Father?
Od course I do. The Lord speaks to
all those who are willing to listen.
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What about the Devil, then?
Do you, want to confess
something, my son?
I'm a good man, Father. I...
I try to be a good man.
But I...
I see things.
I s-- see things.
I don't know why he chose me,
but it's happening again.
It's happening again,
and I'm scared.
Scared of what?
Of what's going to
happen on the bus.
I want it to stop. Please!
I just want it to stop.
Son, have you hurt someone?
Son. Son, come back. Roy!
I know it's you.
Hey, let's go buddy,
what's the problem?
Oh, my God!
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Fringe S01E03:
"The Ghost Network"
The souls of the just
are in the hand of God.
And no torment shall touch them.
They seemed, in the
view of the foolish...
To be dead.
And their passing away
was thought an affliction.
And their going forth
from us, utter destruction.
But they are in peace.
You know, you being here, Libby...
You did the right thing.
Yeah.
The man betrays his country, turning
over state secrets to God knows who.
And here we are,
pretending he's a hero.
I know. Stop!
Bureau's got one black eye as it is.
The last thing we need right
now is another espionage scandal.
You made it through.
It's over now.
Did you see John's mother?
She wouldn't stop looking at me.
His mother.
Yeah, like she was, blaming
me for what happened to him.
Like it was my fault he was dead.
As far as John's mother knows,
her son died a hero
servin' his country.
A hero.
He used me, Charlie.
And he told me he loved me.
I wasn't gonna tell you this,
but he said he loved me too.
Agent Dunham.
Agent Francis.
I need you to come with me.
Thank you!
You brought your own sweetener?
Don't be ridiculous.
It's my medication.
You're not on any medication, Walter.
Of course I am.
I been making it
myself in the lab.
Oh, I wish you were joking.
You're self-medicating.
With homemade drugs.
Simple combination of dextromethorphan,
clonazepam, and some fluoxetine.
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Those are psychotics,
Walter. All of them.
71
Of course they are.
That's the point.
72
I have been in a mental
facility for the past 17 years.
73
It's put me quite out of balance.
74
Stay here for a second, would you?
75
What if I need to
use the bathroom?
76
Just hold it.
I'll be right back.
77
78
Hey, hey! What you doin'?
79
What, you thought I
didn't see you all day?
You were supposed to check
in before you came home.
If you tell anybody else that I'm here, you're
the first one of the bunch I'm gonna come after.
It was moving.
But I stopped it.
There was something important.
I've decided on the pancakes.
Blueberry.
That's great, Walter.
Did somebody call me
on the phone?
That's what was important.
Something about a bus.
The incident occurred at
First responders were
worried it was bioterrorism.
Ghosts of the Sarin Subway
incident in Tokyo in 1995.
They called in the CDC...
Confirmed the attack
isn't biological in nature.
There's no contingent.
And you said there
wasn't any good news.
Excuse me.
A team's coming in to transfer
this bus to a secure area.
I want you to extend the perimeter
outside the tunnel another 50 yards.
It's horrible.
They're like mosquitoes
trapped in amber.
If this was some sort
of attack, why not
just use something conventional,
like plastic explosives?
A pipe bomb?
Impact.
Whoever did this wanted attention.
I mean, look at that.
Or it's not an attack at all.
And it's something else entirely.
Meaning what?
If I knew that, you
wouldn't be here.
I imagine that the material was released
in gaseous form before solidification.
I need to study it
back in my lab.
Can I have some?
We'll have to dig out their
personal effects so we can ID them.
Notify their next of kin.
It's not here.
Roy?
What is that?
I don't know.
Any idea what it is yet?
Tricky, very tricky.
All I've been able to discern is that
it starts as a silicon-based aerosol,
and it solidifies somehow.
You could be of assistance to me.
I would love to hear some Bach.
Mass in A Minor.
Will you play it for me?
I'm sure the young lady down
there would get us a piano.
That young lady is
an FBI agent, Walter.
Her name is Astrid, and this is the
So, no. I don't think
I can get you a piano.
You always resisted your lessons too.
Lack of commitment, son.
Was always your problem.
Imagine that's why you still
haven't chosen a profession.
I suppose I should've
followed in your footsteps
'cause your work has obviously
brought such joy to the world.
Who was he, Peter?
Sorry?
The man in the restaurant.
You in some kind of trouble?
It was nothing.
He was harassing the waitress.
I just told him to cut it out.
Oh, I see.
Excuse me.
Can you please extract this camera?
I want you to note all
the people on this video.
Cross-check them with the victims.
If we're lucky, maybe
she caught whoever did...
Stop! Go back.
Can you close in on that woman?
What is it?
That backpack.
I just saw that woman,
that backpack wasn't there.
Has anyone seen a blue backpack
with the other personal effects?
So someone took the bag from her?
Got off the bus before the attack?
Who is she?
Evelina Mendoza.
She's a federal employee.
What's her job?
Oh, my God! She's DEA.
The woman who died on the
bus, whose backpack was stolen,
she was a Drug Enforcement
Agent, undercover.
She had a handler, Grant Davidson.
I wanna bring him in for questioning.
I apologize if I wasn't
helpful on the phone.
I needed to ask my superiors...
For clearance to talk
to you about Eve.
Our condolences.
From her records she seemed
like an exemplary agent.
Ah, she was.
Can you tell us about the case she was working on?
Uh, three months ago she was tasked to infiltrate the
East Coast representatives of a Nicaraguan drug cartel.
We'd been bangin' on
them for over a year.
She called me.
Said she wanted me
to pull her out.
She was scared.
Said she heard members of the cartel
discussing something about the pattern.
I told her I never heard of it.
And, uh, we set up a
meet but she never showed.
It appears whoever attacked the bus this
morning was interested in one of her effects.
Do you have any idea what
she could've been carrying?
I wish I could be more helpful.
You have been, Agent Davidson.
Thank you.
Uh, I've been asked to
officially ID her body.
I suppose that won't be a problem.
Have you spoken with her family?
Uh, there's a brother
she doesn't talk to.
I didn't realize how
hard this was gonna be.
You don't have to explain.
I know what it's like to lose
someone you've worked with closely.
I'd uh... I'd like to say good-bye.
Of course.
Should I bother to ask?
Music helps him process.
It works too.
As soon as Peter started playing,
Walter just kinda locked in.
He was able to recreate the
material from the crime scene.
Hey!
I hear you play the piano.
He doesn't just play.
He's good. You should hear him.
No, maybe some other time.
Olivia.
You'll be pleased to
hear we figured it out.
The material, the gas that
was released on the bus,
turned solid when it met the
nitrogen in the atmosphere.
Instantly immobilizing and
suffocating the passengers.
So who would have the know-how to
manufacture something like this?
I'll give you six guesses.
And the first five don't count.
Massive Dynamic.
Three chemical companies in
the US supply those compounds.
All of them fully-owned
subsidiaries of Massive Dynamic.
Charlie? What's up?
Tip got called in from a
priest over at St. Anne's.
Says the guy that lives here mentioned
a potential incident about the bus...
Before it happened.
So what do we know about him?
Name's Roy McComb.
High school graduate.
No criminal record.
Apparently he's been pushing papers
for the last couple of months.
Got DPD picking him up
from there right now.
That doesn't seem like the
profile of a mass-murderer.
No. I didn't think so either.
What?
You're looking at depictions of dozens
of attacks, accidents, disasters,
we've seen over the last year.
And look, all of them are dated
before the incidents took place.
Was that the flight from Hamburg?
Hey, you wanna see
everything from 1989.
No.
Perhaps '79.
Fantastic! That's very helpful.
Oh, stop!
I was right.
Belly and I worked on
this very problem.
- Belly?
- Yeah. As in William Bell.
Founder of Massive Dynamic and one
of the richest men on the planet.
He and Walter used to
share a lab together.
Loved cloves. Awful odor.
We posited a spectrum of waves lying outside
of the range of those already discovered.
We hypothesized that these waves could
be used to communicate information.
The government, of course,
was extremely interested.
It was a brilliant idea.
A theory, but a good one.
They wanted to use the network to send
their most clandestine information.
Because if no other government knew the
spectrum existed, they couldn't listen in.
Yes.
And they called it
the "Ghost Network".
But they asked us to
take it one step further,
to develop a method where they could
transmit directly from one person to another.
I surmised that I could introduce
an iridium-based,
organometallic compound
into the subject's brain.
You have got to be kidding me.
What?
Roy McComb was one
of your test subjects.
Of course. Yes!
That explains it, doesn't it?
Explains it?
Yes, that explains why
he almost died today.
Because you injected something
into his brain nearly 20 years ago.
No, what I gave him was not nearly
enough to cause that reaction.
The compound must have multiplied
in his bloodstream over time.
Environment, perhaps diet.
He was a sophomore, volunteering
for psych experiments.
Did you ever even bother to
explain to him what you were doing?
Well it wouldn't have been a
very secret experiment if I had.
What's going on?
How's Roy McComb?
Roy McComb will be fine.
No thanks to my father's attempts to
turn him into a human walkie-talkie.
Wait a second.
Don't you try and
change the subject!
What you just said is on subject.
The iridium-based
compound that multiplied
in his bloodstream has turned
him into some kind of receiver.
- A receiver of what?
- Transmissions.
Someone else, it seems,
and I'm somewhat jealous of this,
has perfected our Ghost Network.
And is using it to communicate.
Our dear Roy is merely
overhearing what they say.
You will note that the Rotary Movement gives
the impression of a three-dimensional tunnel,
when in fact it is not.
Next slide, please.
Ah, it's an oldie but a goodie.
As you observe this image, your
brain perceives first a duck,
then a rabbit, then a duck again
and always comes back to the duck.
In truth, the image is neither.
But it illustrates the brain's need to
take random sensory input and construct it
- into a meaningful whole, despite--
- Great. Thank you! Forget it.
Uh, I'm sorry, I don't
think I do get it.
Well, neither do I.
I just want him to stop.
I'll get the lights.
I suspect someone has
continued my research.
But they've taken the easy way out.
Merely using the Ghost Network as
a secure telecommunications channel.
You're suggesting that Roy's listening
in to someone's telephone network.
Yes. But no, not listening.
Roy's brain is trying to
interpret the sensory input.
Much as our brains grapple
with the duck rabbit,
I told you.
It always comes back to the duck.
So if Roy's receiving this frequency,
is there any way that we
can tap in and hear them?
Or, maybe even ID them?
Construct a receiver using that
spectrum, it's possible, of course.
But it would take months.
But it may be possible to redirect the
transmissions from his visual centers
to his auditory cortex.
Wait, you want to
rewire his brain?
Not without his permission.
It would be a minor surgery.
Minor brain surgery.
Emphasis not on the minor.
I would need a specific
piece of equipment.
Magnetic neurostimulator
I built in 1983.
With a few adjustments, it would work.
All right. We'll just go back
in time and get it for you.
No need to.
It's most likely where
I left it 17 years ago.
Hidden in a wall in our
old house in Cambridge.
Blast from the past.
What's the game plan here?
We just gonna knock on the door,
ask 'em if we can tear out their walls?
Pretty much.
I guess the badge is the
"Pretty, please" in that equation.
There's no lights on.
I'm gonna call in.
See if we can track down
the owner for consent.
What're you doing?
What?
This is barely even a
crime. I used to live here.
Normal pupil response.
Taking any medications,
prescribed or illicit?
You can be truthful. I won't judge.
In fact, if the answer is no,
I may encourage some drug use.
No, none.
Any food allergies?
- Not that I'm aware of.
- Good, good, good.
This all checks out.
Strap him down.
We'll get started.
Oh, God! Strap me down?
There's nothin' to be worried about.
I guess, uh--
It must seem pretty silly.
Thinking God is talking
to me and everything.
What were you supposed to think?
That I was just crazy.
I considered that, too.
It's gotta be sort
of a relief, right?
Knowing there's a rational explanation?
I wouldn't exactly call
any of this rational.
Do you really think that this is
going to help you catch the guys
that killed those
people on the bus?
You're our best lead.
No pressure, huh?
We lived here when
I was a kid but...
After Walt was institutionalized,
my mom couldn't afford the mortgage,
so we moved down to
an apartment in Austin.
So where's your mother now?
That's a story for another time.
So tell me.
Of all the possible career choices,
how did a girl like you
end up in Law Enforcement?
Well, I pretty much knew this was what
I wanted to do by the time I was nine.
When I was nine years old, I think
I wanted to be a Brontosaurus.
You know, they say that psych profiles of
cops and criminals are pretty much identical.
Ever consider a life of crime?
No dental.
Nothing. Of course.
What?
My mom had this covered up.
Used to hide in it all the time.
You'll need to be
awake for the procedure.
But I'm going to give you a mild
sedative, to reduce any anxiety.
Dr. Bishop...
You look really familiar to me.
I hear that a lot.
In the mental institution where
I lived. He'll need a moment.
Oh! You've returned.
How was the old house?
How is Rufus?
Well, the house is just like we left,
but we put Rufus to sleep
almost 20 years ago, Walter.
Oh! That's terrible news.
We found your equipment.
Oh, this brings back
some memories.
Of what?
I think it's time for some
intra-cranial penetration.
This won't hurt.
Just feel a touch odd.
Okay.
Is this Poli Sci 101?
Not remotely.
Who was it?
Freshmen.
I need you to keep this dial
steady at 60 hertz, 10 gauss
until I tell you otherwise.
I believe there are clusters of
metal in visual centers of your brain.
I'm going to attempt to move them
to those regions which process sound.
You'll be shown a series of images.
I need you to tell me any sensations
you experience as you see each image.
Sounds easy enough.
First image, please.
It's a horse.
Wonderful.
What the hell was that?
Oh, that was your body's
normal muscle responses.
It's perfectly natural.
You may also experience an
involuntary bowel movement.
Great!
Next image, son.
Oh, man.
Mmm, oh, this is bad.
Oh, this is weird.
Uh, I-I'm...
I'm tasting, uh, dirt.
Uh, no wait, it's uh, gasoline.
We've reached the
gustatory cortex.
We're getting close.
Next image, please.
I don't know.
It's a beach.
Well, no sensations at all?
I don't think so.
Goddammit, don't you feel anything?
Uh, I'm a little scared.
I don't understand.
This should be working.
Walter, take a deep breath.
It's gonna be okay.
- Nuntia adhuc...
- You.
- Increase the level to 200 gauss.
- Ita, modo eum collocutus sum.
Don't do that! Stop, I said!
What did you say?
I don't know. I can hear voices.
I think that's Latin.
It is. He just said, um...
Damn, what's that word?
Hora, um... hour.
Something's happening in an hour.
How in the world can
you possibly know that?
I majored in linguistics.
My Latin's admittedly a bit fuzzy.
Okay, keep going.
Ad stationem, that means station.
No, wait. It's australem.
- Australem means south.
- And then...
An exchange is being made. Um...
An exchange at south station.
I think someone's meeting at south
station to make an exchange in an hour.
He just said, "Good, where was it?"
- In eius corpore fuit.
- From the beginning,
on her person.
It was on her person.
It was on her from
the start? Maybe or--
She had it on her the whole time.
Oh, yeah, that's a possible translation.
Hey! Where ya goin'?
Now, I've been asked to
officially ID her body.
There was a three-inch incision
in Evelina's right palm.
Whatever she had on her,
Davidson cut it out.
I'm heading to South Station now.
I think he's planning
a hand-off at 5:00.
We have to assume Davidson's workin'
for the same people who hit the bus.
I'll notify CI.
But in the meantime, I'm sending
the Field Assist your way.
But plainclothes only.
We don't want to tip him off.
Oh, my God!
What's wrong?
I believe with proper demodulation, you
could receive satellite television for free.
Okay. fun time's over.
Astrid, let's get him unhooked.
It's me, I'm at the station.
Where am I meeting your man?
Excuse me?
I'm getting something.
It's in English.
We can see you.
haven't been followed.
Then we'll instruct you further.
It's Olivia.
Hey, Roy's talking again.
Are you at South Station?
Yeah, why?
So are they.
Did you get anything else?
They're checking to make sure
that Davidson wasn't followed.
I think that's it for now.
Okay, thanks.
Could I get a drink or something?
Yeah. I'll get you
a glass of water.
Go ahead.
Here you go.
And head to the Dewey Square Exit.
You got that?
How will I recognize the
person I'm meeting?
They'll recognize you.
Yeah.
It's happening now.
He's headed to the
Dewey Square Exit.
Got it!
Francis.
He's at the south end
of the terminal.
Turn around and put your
hands in the air now.
What happened?
He's been shot.
- He's not breathing.
- Call in a Medevac!
The case.
They've made the exchange.
He's running.
Stay with him.
FBI!
Put the case on the ground.
Drop the gun now!
Put your hands where
I can see them.
All that trouble for this.
So any idea what it is?
Not yet.
But I'm hoping our friends at
the NSA will be able to tell us.
So 11 innocent people die today,
we risk losing another by
drilling through his head,
all for something we
know nothing about?
Do you ever smile, Dunham?
We ID'd the shooter.
Matthew Ziegler.
When we ran his fingerprints, he popped
up on two other pattern-related cases.
We're digging into his
financials, travel records.
Linkage, Dunham.
Not only can we now put
a face to these people,
but we know they're communicating.
And how.
I'd say that's an impressive day's work.
Which brings me to this.
What is it?
Of all the models in Roy's apartment, three of
them are incidents that we haven't been aware of.
Pattern cases.
It would seem so.
Take a look. If you want.
Let me know if you
have any thoughts.
I'll do that.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Yeah, I can use speech pretty clear.
How are you feeling?
My head hurts a little, but, um,
Dr. Bishop gave me
something for the pain.
Vicodin.
That's it. I promise.
So no more transmissions.
No.
My guess is once you arrived at
South Station with the cavalry,
they realized the Ghost Network was
compromised, and stopped broadcasting on it.
Well just in case,
if you hear anything else...
Do me a favor, gimme a call.
I will.
It felt really nice to
be able to help.
- Thank you!
- You're welcome.
I have a few release
forms I need you to sign,
- and then I can take you home.
- Okay.
Dunham.
Any requests?
How 'bout some Bach?
Bach?
No, that's way too stuffy.
What you need is some jazz.
Well, I'll take what I can get.
I'm sure you can understand why
I don't wanna go through channels.
If I know you at all, this isn't
the only reason you're here.
Is this because of our
interest in Agent Dunham?
Seems a bit early to be
poaching my newest hire,
with only a three-case
resume under her belt.
I didn't achieve my position without the ability
to evaluate someone's talents immediately.
Neither did I.
Oh, you feel protective
of her, don't you?
I'm in the business of
protecting all my agents.
I want nothing but the best for her.
Of course you do.
We found another one.
Let's see what we have.
Well, crystalline structure's intact.
No detectable oscillations.
This may just be what we
need to break the encryption.
Speaking of which, I'm
told you've made progress.
See for yourself.
We finally
stabilized the link.
We've been pulling information
from the disk for the last 72 hours.
Let me know when it's finished.
Your girlfriend or whatever.
I don't have a girlfriend.
Yeah?
What's in the bag?
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Oh, is it a pizza?
'cause I could really go
for a mushroom pizza.
Yeah, it's a mushroom pizza.
Awesome.
You're not married, are you?
Not that it's any of my business.
Well, you never know about people.
My name isn't Amber,
by the way, obviously.
That's just for the club.
You wanna know my
real name or what?
Yes, I do.
Very much.
Loraine.
Ready for this?
Loraine Daisy.
All my sisters have
flowers for middle names.
My mom couldn't even spell Loraine right.
What is it?
I don't know!
- What is it?
- Oh, God, what's happening?!
Stop it! Are you...
Aggh!
It'll be over in a second. Hold on.
Try and get up. Try and get up.
Try and get up.
Everything okay?
You need a lift to the hospital,
I got a van right here.
Thanks, I'll take her. I'll take her.
What's happening to me?!
Help!
Don't leave me!
I'm Dr. Steel, okay?
Everything's gonna be fine.
Take a deep breath, all right?
You're gonna be fine, okay?
You're gonna be fine.
Take a deep breath.
Now, how many months are you?
How many months what?
Pregnant. I'm not--not pregnant!
Hold her down.
We're gonna have to strap her in.
No!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ItrIHJWsD4M
We gotta cut this
baby out now, doctor!
- All right, all right.
- There's no time for an anaesthetic.
V.P. 60, pulse is thready.
What the hell was that?
We lost her heartbeat.
Go for the baby now.
Give me a scalpel.
Okay, now do it to the right.
All right, come on.
All right.
Right there. Okay.
Oh, God.
Dear God.
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convening at this late hour.
alerted to an incident
at the Wallace Bromley
Medical Center.
of this committee.
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I called you together tonight
to introduce you to my new team,
71
will now be responsible
72
with these events.
73
more success than our last.
74
Walter Bishop,
75
dubbed by his contemporaries
76
as a successor to Albert Einstein,
77
worked for the defense advanced
research projects agency
78
from the late '70s...
79
Until he was committed
to the St. Clair's mental institution
for manslaughter.
He was never convicted of that crime.
But in one of your own reports,
you theorize that
Bishop's previous work
may itself be the root
of all these unexplained phenomenon.
Given that he's been hugging a
padded cell for 17 years,
I think we can probably exclude
him as a suspect.
However, his knowledge makes
him uniquely qualified
to assist our efforts
while he remains in the legal
custody of his son Peter.
Yes, Peter Bishop,
whose history of questionable
business practices, verge on fraud.
Yet you propose, giving him
access to information that,
if made public, would cause mass panic.
There's nothing we could tell him
that he can't learn from his father
or deduce himself, with a 190 I.Q.
What were you thinking when
you recruited Olivia Dunham?
An F.B.I. Agent who had an
illicit affair with her partner,
who didn't hesitate
expose the man she loved
pain and embarrassment
I love you.
Who are you-- who
are you working for?
Hello?
something you need to see.
Well, waking up's not
gonna be a problem,
but thank you for the gentle nudge.
meet me in 30 minutes
Ah, good morning to you too.
You're kiddin' me, right?
Your phone was off the hook.
That's 'cause I didn't
want to get woken up.
You need to get your father.
Apparently there's
something we need to see.
And this something--
It can't wait.
Okay.
Walter.
Hey, Walter, come
on, we gotta--
Walter?
Ah, come on.
Tell me you're not in the closet.
What the hell are you doing here again?
Where I've been for the past 17 years
is a mental hospital.
St. Clair's.
I'm the one that got you out of
that place, remember?
There was a patient there.
Carlos.
He would sing,
every night.
Funny how difficult it is to sleep
without that song.
That's nice.
We gotta go, Walter.
Hey, I got here
as fast as we could.
Peter Bishop.
I'm Philip Broyles,
Department Of Homeland Security.
Thank you for agreeing
to work with us.
Just to be clear, I haven't
agreed to anything.
I'm just here as the babysitter.
My father is the one you want.
Nice to meet you anyway.
Is he coming out?
Well, that's unclear.
He's currently in the car fiddling
around with his seat warmer.
Dr. Bishop, hello.
I appreciate you coming out tonight.
I've never seen a feature like this before.
It warms your ass. It's wonderful.
Have you tried it?
a woman, pregnant to term,
was found alone outside the hospital.
She collapsed, suffering
severe abdominal pain.
She's a Jane Doe.
Prints and DNA are being run now.
Should have her I.D.'d by sundown.
At 2:24, less than two minutes
after she was pronounced dead,
Ms. Doe became a mother.
Did the baby survive?
The newborn was convulsing.
Screaming in obvious pain.
They placed it in a bassinet,
were in the process of transferring it
to an intensive care when they
realized what was happening.
It was growing, before their eyes.
Growing? You mean they could...
See it getting larger?
That's right.
So where's the baby now?
nearly half an hour,
- This way.
- Finally dying from natural causes.
Natural causes?
I don't understand.
What they realized is that
the child wasn't just growing.
It was aging.
O-okay, hold on a sec.
It's 4:00 a.m., so I'm a little foggy,
but we're supposed to believe
that grandpa here
was born four hours ago?
Were there any calls or tips?
Did the security cameras see
how the pregnant woman got here?
Did she drive herself or
was she dropped off?
We're checking those now.
Dr. Bishop,
any idea how something
like this might happen?
I think you're probably
expecting a bit much, Mr. Broyles.
Celermitosis.
Disabling,
reversing cell cycle inhibitors.
Activating them and turning cip/kip
and ink 4A/ARFS into catalysts.
Ah, 92% of Caucasian
newborns have blue eyes.
Yours were green.
To understand what happened here,
I'll need to run extensive tests,
get these bodies to a lab.
Therefore, of course,
I'll need a lab immediately.
Doctor, you have one.
Your old lab at Harvard.
We reopened it for you.
Do you not remember that?
No.
No, but that's fantastic news!
All right, let's assume
for a second that bundle
of joy here is for real.
What are we doing here?
A series of events has occurred,
continues to occur,
that has us and other agencies on alert.
These events appear to
be scientific in nature
and suggest a larger strategy,
a coordinated effort.
It's been referred to as "the pattern."
Mr. Boyles, I consider myself
a fairly intelligent guy.
But I'm not following you here.
Inexplicable and frightening
things are happening
and there's a connection somehow.
Thanks. That much, I understand.
I got Henning on the phone.
The hospital got a call from a
guest at the Scarlet Red Motel,
checking to see if the pregnant
woman was doing okay.
Was she staying there?
Yes, with a Caucasian male--
But there's no description of
him or the car he was driving.
Call the motel-- make sure
they don't touch anything.
They shouldn't even go in.
I already called,
and you're good to go.
The motel room's empty and locked.
Dr. Bishop?
I may need you to take
samples from the motel room.
I need you to come with me.
Walter.
Do you see what I'm doing here?!
Hey! Relax!
I can't figure this out with
a girl buzzing in my ear.
I am trying to put these
pieces together like a puzzle.
How this happened,
how he happened to her.
- I'm working.
- Come on, Olivia.
I can do this.
My limited stint at M.I.T.
did teach me something.
Loraine Daisy Alcott.
Loraine Daisy.
That's just sad.
One "R."
Hey.
I think I actually got
something to sample in here.
It's some kind of orange gel.
I'm sorry about my father.
He always was a little myopic.
Her things were left
behind, but not his.
Checking the thread count?
Yes.
Open the cabinet.
Why?
There are gonna be sheets in there.
Okay, how'd you do that?
Hey! Car's right here.
Olivia, what's going on?
That's what he would do.
He'd go to motels ahead of time,
replace the sheets with leak-proof
medical grade linen,
so he wouldn't leave
any blood evidence.
Who?
I know who was in that room.
The killer. I know who's profile.
It was a case that John and I worked.
Serial murders in New
Jersey and New York,
and we never caught him.
Look, you can't beat yourself up 'cause you
didn't catch the bastard on your first try.
I feel like I've been asleep
for the last year.
Every case that John
and I worked together,
I have to go back and try
to find whatever I missed.
Okay, then, tell me...
How'd the killer do it?
When I joined the F.B.I.,
this was one of the cases John
and I investigated together.
Each time, he'd kill five
young women within a few days.
Pick them up, take them to motels...
And then he'd give
them a muscle paralyzer.
They'd be wide awake,
but unable to move.
He'd make an incision here,
along their gums.
And then he'd pull their
mouths open up to their eyes.
Okay, that's enough.
You can stop right there.
He'd go through their nasal cavity
and remove a piece of their brain.
And all of this connects to magic old
man baby and the pregnant woman, how?
I don't know.
But there's a connection somewhere.
The muscle paralyzer he
used was bright orange.
So if that's our sample,
then I'm telling you,
this is our guy.
Which... means he's gonna kill again.
I'm Stacy.
are being planned for late next week.
I know everybody's
heard a lot of things,
surrounding the circumstances
of his death.
But I just want to be clear.
John Scott was one of us.
And we will pay him the respect
of considering him innocent
until the inquiry can establish
the full facts of the matter.
Now, as far as any contacts,
our official word
right now is no comment.
Dismissed.
What are you doing here?
I left you a message.
I know, I got it.
You want to open up
a 12-year-old serial case.
The brain surgeon.
I don't think he retired.
How long is Broyles gonna have
you on special assignment?
What the hell are you
working on, anyway?
You knew, didn't you?
About me and John?
I like to think that I have
some powers of deduction.
I took advantage of our friendship.
You kept quiet, even though
you didn't approve.
I hadn't seen you
that happy in a long time.
Look, Olivia, you have nothing to prove.
Yeah, I do.
I have to live with the fact that I
didn't see him for who he really was.
I have to live with the feeling that,
whatever awful things he did,
I should have stopped them.
Livy, you can--
Mostly just wanna take
a shower from the inside out.
I'll get you the case files.
So I, I started working
there a couple weeks ago.
It's a lot better than
the one in Providence.
That place is a total dive.
Most guys bring me to a hotel.
Wow, heh.
Look at this place.
Those windows have a really
great view of the bridge.
I don't care about the bridge.
What do you like?
I like the bridge.
Agh!
Ah, uhh!
What are you doing?
I'm doing two things at once.
I'm waiting for you and
I'm doing her a favor.
You were supposed to be
doing extensive testing.
A 80-year old man baby.
Remember that?
Done.
Test is complete.
You underestimate me.
Which I suppose I deserve.
But...
wonderful news all around.
DNA results confirm my suspicions
that the woman was
impregnated by a man
who's the result of experiments
identical to those conducted by me
in this very lab,
around 30 years ago.
So you know how this happened?
No.
The specifics elude me completely.
So then what's this wonderful news?
Because I remembered something else.
I remembered where I parked my car.
Really?
You remember where
you parked your car,
Hah!
Pi to six digits.
I can't fathom that it's still here.
Look at it.
This is your car?
Of course it is.
So what, you got cars
stuffed with papers
all over town?
Not just cars.
You have no idea where
I've hidden things.
Friend of yours?
Oh... I certainly hope not.
Come on, boy, we need
to get these file boxes
back to the lab.
dead guinea pigs or...
whatever,
but I can bring anything
mechanical back from the dead.
- This is the last of them.
- No.
That'll do.
Hello, I'm Dr. Walter Bishop.
Yes, Dr. Bishop. We've met.
I'm Junior Agent Astrid Farnsworth.
Third time's a charm.
Now, Walter, we'd probably
be a lot more help to you
if you told us what we were looking for.
My research.
Sella turcica, diaphragma sellae--
The dural folds of the pituitary fossa,
situated in the sphenoid bone.
Did you just say pituitary gland?
Did I?
Well, that's how he killed.
He'd perform surgery on his victims,
remove the pituitary gland before
he overdosed them with anesthesia.
Look for anything with the pituitary in it.
I'm sorry. I don't get it.
I mean, what's the link to what
happened at the hospital?
Advanced, rapid aging,
like the disease called progeria,
can be induced artificially by
manipulating the pituitary gland.
"P"-- pituitary.
"P", "P".
All the hormones in the human
body that control growth,
which is aging, really,
are in the brain.
And the pituitary gland is the boss.
Penny-- oh!
Ah, yes, Penny.
- Progeria.
- Penny.
Case file by Dr. Penrose?
Yes, Penrose. Penrose!
I remember him.
A former colleague of mine.
Although he suffered from
severe pseudofolliculitis nuchae.
Razor burn. Hell, no!
We ran experiments on rapid growth.
made a breakthrough,
lead us to that person.
He moved to the East
Coast two years ago.
He's a professor at Boston College.
Charlie, it's me.
Dunham, what's up?
I need a cross check of
recent unsolved homicides.
See if any bodies have turned up
with a missing pituitary gland.
Oh, you say the sweetest things.
I'll get somebody on it.
- Dr. Penrose.
- Yes?
Agent Dunham, F.B.I.
Can we ask you a few questions?
Do you drink tea?
hours after being born.
Where is the mother?
She died during childbirth.
When she was admitted, she
claimed she wasn't even pregnant.
You worked with Dr. Bishop,
manipulating growth hormones
at the end of the Vietnam War.
Yes.
So, what can I do for you?
In the years since,
have you shared your
research with anyone?
I must tell you both,
our work was--
Highly theoretical?
Yes.
But I was going to say that,
more than anything, it was wrong.
I resigned from the employ of the United
States government after only one year.
When I refused to continue,
I was harassed.
Threatened, with deportation.
It didn't feel like the
America I... remembered
from when I was a boy.
Which is why, uh,
as sorry as I was to hear about
Dr. Bishop's incarceration,
I believe it was the best thing
that could ever happen to humanity.
No one in power should,
ever learn what he knows.
Uh, forgive me for sounding
uncooperative, Agent Dunham, but...
my work to which you are
referring ended years ago.
Since then, I've done
all I can to forget it.
What do you think?
I think you know what I think.
Well, he meant what he said.
He's not telling us everything.
Dunham.
a blonde female victim.
Surgical incision along
her upper gum line.
The central endocrine
gland has been removed.
This count?
Can you get the body brought to the lab?
You're right.
The pituitary gland has
indeed been removed.
And I may be able to posit
a hypothesis as to why.
Years ago,
when I worked with
the defense department,
we were tasked with a program
designed to cultivate soldiers.
Cultivate?
Grow them.
It was highly theoretical, of course.
Female eggs were to
be fertilized in a lab
and given a cocktail of growth hormones.
If perfected, a baby was
born and within three years,
aged to the equivalent
of a 21-year-old male.
You're telling me you developed
a way to grow soldiers, people.
Theoretically.
The only problem was how to
slow the aging process
once the subject had reached
the desired physical age.
Once stared, we couldn't
turn the aging off.
So you think now, what?
That the killer somehow
continued your work?
Not exactly.
But I believe that someone
has made a breakthrough,
that the killer is the product.
The test tube human
afflicted with rapid aging.
To slow the process,
he must extract the hormones from
the pituitary glands of his victims
to treat himself, to stay young.
Then the pregnant
woman at the hospital--
She was an accident.
And the killer's condition
was passed on to the baby.
Even condoms are not 100% effective.
You two should be aware of this.
That night, he was going to kill her,
but first they fornicated.
Had intercourse, sex.
Okay, we got it.
She became pregnant, um,
but the pregnancy became
horribly accelerated.
So someone must have
heard her scream.
And he couldn't go
through with his plan.
He couldn't kill her.
Which is why he didn't
kill this girl at a motel,
because he was scared.
And if his M.O.'s changed,
then, we have nothing.
We have to go back and
start again from the beginning.
No, this is okay.
We're making progress--
Why don't you tell her, that
everything's going to be okay.
I thought you had a
way with women.
The F.B.I. came to see me today.
I know what happened.
You got that woman pregnant.
Son, we have to be so careful.
I know.
How's the pain?
Getting worse.
Yes, well, we're almost there.
You just need to get one
more, and you'll be okay again.
Yes. Yes. Yes!
Something on your mind?
Please.
The term "on your mind" vexes
me with its depictive inaccuracy.
Aw, stop! Would you
just talk like a person?
- What are you thinking?
- Jules Verne.
the sea, Jules Verne?
Yes.
Although I was referring to
his lesser-known masterwork,
the Kip brothers,
in which he posited that
the last image seen in life,
right at the moment of death,
is permanently imprinted
on the retina of the eye.
Which is a small but critical distinction.
When was it you lost
your imagination, son?
All right, do you want to play?
Let's play.
The only way that we can see
what she saw, even in theory,
is if we could recover the electric impulses
that were traveling along her optic nerve,
which we can't.
Ah, we're in luck.
This woman was given
a muscle relaxant.
The drug would have frozen her neural
pathways at the moment of death
and the last images she saw with it.
Okay, assuming we're actually
having this conversation,
we would still need a...
Well, I don't know.
We still need something that
could translate what she saw--
Something that could translate
from her eyes to a monitor.
A TV screen.
Hey.
I'm sorry about the lab.
I don't usually...
What?
Lose control.
To tell you the truth,
it was kind of a relief.
You've been so together with
everything that's going on,
I was starting to develop
an inferiority complex.
Knowing that Walter's work is
responsible for all those murders...
I just want you to know
that you're not alone here.
Listen...
I can't believe that I'm
about to propose this.
But, I think...
We've actually figured out a
way to track down that psycho.
How?
Well, we need a piece of equipment.
It's, uh, laser optic hardware.
Very crazy and very,
very hard to find.
But as it turns out, only
one company has the patent.
Sorry for the delay.
Ms. Sharp will be right with you.
I have reservations about asking
Massive Dynamic for a favor.
The corporate mind always
looks for quid pro quo.
Can I ask you a question?
Of course.
Before he died, Agent Scott suggested
that this was more than a coincidence,
that you recruited me for this assignment.
Agent Dunham...
Do you mind if I ask you a personal
question about you and Agent Scott?
The very last time you
were, uh, intimate...
Were you safe?
You weren't, were you?
Aah, ahh!
Agent Dunham?
Ms. Sharp will see you now.
I hope the ride was comfortable.
I'm not a big fan of airplanes myself.
Despite the obvious intellectual
understanding of their safety,
my hands still get sweaty on takeoff.
Thank you again for your
co-operation, we're very--
No need to thank me.
You know, I've been thinking of you.
Meaning to thank you for
being a woman of your word
and keeping Massive
Dynamic out of the press.
I also wanted to say,
You have my sincere condolences
on the loss of Agent Scott.
What do you know about Agent Scott?
I know that he was your partner.
I've lost people close to me.
I know how hard that can be.
Not to mention the rumor about
what he was involved with.
And, of course, the joy of being a female
in a traditionally male line of work.
I mean, no doubt some
of your male colleagues
are assuming that you
two were intimate.
Hah!
The electronic pulse camera.
Travel safely, Agent Dunham.
Are we ready?
Dear, the lights.
Goggles, all of you.
Do not look directly into the light.
Are we really going to be
able to see her last image?
Faith.
Never a bad thing to have.
This is taking too long.
If he's already picked up another--
Impatient!
You always were.
As if you ever knew me well enough
to make a statement like that.
Huh! You're a smart boy but
there is much you don't know.
Did you see that?
What was that?
Wait, wait! What was that?
Can you focus?
It's not a slide projector.
Wait, Astrid, can you flip it over?
Yes.
That's a bridge.
I know that bridge.
I used to live in Denton.
That's, um, that's Sargent Bridge.
That's in Stoughton.
What's in Stoughton?
The warehouse district.
This would be one of
the last images she saw?
In theory, yes.
Where would she have to have been
to see that angle of the bridge?
Pull up N.R.O. online,
image mapping database.
Okay, match the angles.
Wait, stop.
That's it.
Pull out to aerial view and triangulate.
It looks like she's in
this warehouse district.
The 1600 block of Bond Street.
I want satellite images of
that area for the last 24 hours.
Street sweeper on the
access road at 8:05 p.m.
I got nothing between 6:00 and 7:45 p.m.
What are we looking for, exactly?
She died in one of these buildings.
I've got a gray sedan parked
outside unit 17 at 8:05 a.m.
I've got the same vehicle
eight hours later.
That's the estimated time
of death of our last victim.
If you get anything
more specific, call me.
You got it.
It worked, Peter! See that?
It worked!
So Lessing... Borrow... Belmont.
Hold on, did you say Borrow?
Did we pass Borrow already?
There.
Stay there.
That's just not gonna happen.
FBI! Put your hands up!
I said put your hands up.
She's alive.
Is there anyone else here?
You have your phone?
Yeah.
Dial 1-7-2-2-4.
Ask for Charlie Francis.
700
Tell him we need field assist.
701
Tell him to ping the
G.P.S. for the location.
702
Safety's on the right.
Do not let him move.
703
Freeze!
704
Hey, hey! Back off!
705
Hello?
706
707
Just making popcorn.
708
Walter, I'm with a woman in her mid-20s.
709
She is going into cardiac arrest
due to an overdose of anesthesia.
710
Her heart just stopped.
711
Do you have any cocaine?
712
Cocaine? No, I don't have any cocaine.
713
Oh, then too bad.
714
You'll have to shock her heart.
715
Yeah, I know that.
716
Unfortunately, I don't have a defibrillator!
717
Hey, you still there?
718
Mm.
719
What is the optimum voltage
for cardiac resuscitation?
720
Try 200 volts.
721
All right, here it goes.
722
It's not working.
723
Well, you'll have to
crank it, won't you?
724
Hey!
725
Hey, it worked.
726
Good work, son.
Good work!
727
Hey!
728
You're gonna be okay.
729
He-- he should
have let me die...
730
A long time ago.
731
I'm not, I...
732
I was an experiment.
733
Someone...
734
Someone paid him.
735
The man I called my father.
736
He should have let me die.
737
That was his mistake.
738
But he was blinded
because he loved me.
739
He loved me.
740
He...
741
742
743
744
I'd ask you what you
wanted the camera for,
745
but I respect your confidentiality.
746
Well, we're grateful for your help.
747
Seems you're settling
well into your new position.
748
Excuse me?
749
I don't think a
woman of your talents,
750
uh, should be in public service.
751
Oh?
752
And where should I be?
753
Here, at Massive Dynamic.
754
You're offering me a job?
755
Philip Broyles is a good man,
and his record speaks for itself.
756
Well, I'm sure you got into law enforcement
because you wanted to make a difference.
757
So consider this:
758
Massive Dynamic is one of the ten
largest economic entities in the world.
759
Our weapons technologies shape the
defense department's strategies.
760
Our investments sway the markets
and make or break presidential elections.
761
Overseas, we have responsibilities
traditionally, sacred to the state.
762
The right to direct private armies,
763
to manage global affairs
into stable equilibrium.
764
You're serious?
765
Yes, I am.
766
Not to mention,
I believe a position here
767
would speed your
effort to find answers.
768
You're referring to the pattern?
769
Among other things.
770
771
Forensics tracked a two-mile spatter trail
leading from the warehouse out to route one.
772
Local PD's on the lookout,
773
and I've ordered checkpoints
along the interstate.
774
But nothing so far.
He's still out there.
775
Listen...
776
Every aspect of these investigations
is strictly classified.
777
All of it.
778
You understand that?
779
Of course.
780
Certain private individuals
have been granted clearance
781
regarding the pattern.
782
Including Nina Sharp.
783
But that clearance is limited.
784
I understand.
785
Sure, but, uh...
786
I'm not clear on what
you're getting at.
787
When you were with her,
did she share anything with you?
788
Did she mention the pattern?
789
Did she comment or ask you anything
about the details of your investigation?
790
Yeah, she did.
791
She said you were a good man.
792
And that was it?
793
She offered me a job.
794
And what did you say to that?
795
I told her you were
gonna give me a raise.
796
signing this document,
797
798
search and seizure."
799
I'm not signing this!
I, however, will.
Well, of course you will.
What have you got to lose?
You're already committed
to a mental institution.
You have to sign it too.
I'm not signing my rights away
to the federal government.
I already got enough trouble in my life.
About my former colleague and his son.
It's one of the inherent
pitfalls of being a scientist.
Trying to maintain that distinction.
Between God's domain and our own.
Sometimes, I forget myself.
But then, you already know that.
What do you mean?
If you've read my file,
then you know the truth
about Peter's medical history.
I've been meaning to ask you to--
Walter...
There was no mention
of any medical history.
Just his birthday.
Oh.
I was going to ask you to keep it
between just the two of us, but, uh...
I suppose, then, there's no need.
Hey! Walter...
You're awake, Peter.
Me too.
I was trying to lull myself to sleep.
Yeah, I'm...
I'm aware of that.
I can hear you.
You think you could
do that in your head?
Wasn't I?
I thought I was.
Sorry.
That's okay.
Just, try and keep
it down, all right?
Son?
Is that you?
Yes, Walter, it's me.
Just, stop talking and
close your eyes, okay?
Forgive me, father,
for I have sinned.
It's been three months
since I've confessed.
Go on, my son.
Do...
Do you believe that
God can speak to you, Father?
Od course I do. The Lord speaks to
all those who are willing to listen.
7
What about the Devil, then?
Do you, want to confess
something, my son?
I'm a good man, Father. I...
I try to be a good man.
But I...
I see things.
I s-- see things.
I don't know why he chose me,
but it's happening again.
It's happening again,
and I'm scared.
Scared of what?
Of what's going to
happen on the bus.
I want it to stop. Please!
I just want it to stop.
Son, have you hurt someone?
Son. Son, come back. Roy!
I know it's you.
Hey, let's go buddy,
what's the problem?
Oh, my God!
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Fringe S01E03:
"The Ghost Network"
The souls of the just
are in the hand of God.
And no torment shall touch them.
They seemed, in the
view of the foolish...
To be dead.
And their passing away
was thought an affliction.
And their going forth
from us, utter destruction.
But they are in peace.
You know, you being here, Libby...
You did the right thing.
Yeah.
The man betrays his country, turning
over state secrets to God knows who.
And here we are,
pretending he's a hero.
I know. Stop!
Bureau's got one black eye as it is.
The last thing we need right
now is another espionage scandal.
You made it through.
It's over now.
Did you see John's mother?
She wouldn't stop looking at me.
His mother.
Yeah, like she was, blaming
me for what happened to him.
Like it was my fault he was dead.
As far as John's mother knows,
her son died a hero
servin' his country.
A hero.
He used me, Charlie.
And he told me he loved me.
I wasn't gonna tell you this,
but he said he loved me too.
Agent Dunham.
Agent Francis.
I need you to come with me.
Thank you!
You brought your own sweetener?
Don't be ridiculous.
It's my medication.
You're not on any medication, Walter.
Of course I am.
I been making it
myself in the lab.
Oh, I wish you were joking.
You're self-medicating.
With homemade drugs.
Simple combination of dextromethorphan,
clonazepam, and some fluoxetine.
70
Those are psychotics,
Walter. All of them.
71
Of course they are.
That's the point.
72
I have been in a mental
facility for the past 17 years.
73
It's put me quite out of balance.
74
Stay here for a second, would you?
75
What if I need to
use the bathroom?
76
Just hold it.
I'll be right back.
77
78
Hey, hey! What you doin'?
79
What, you thought I
didn't see you all day?
You were supposed to check
in before you came home.
If you tell anybody else that I'm here, you're
the first one of the bunch I'm gonna come after.
It was moving.
But I stopped it.
There was something important.
I've decided on the pancakes.
Blueberry.
That's great, Walter.
Did somebody call me
on the phone?
That's what was important.
Something about a bus.
The incident occurred at
First responders were
worried it was bioterrorism.
Ghosts of the Sarin Subway
incident in Tokyo in 1995.
They called in the CDC...
Confirmed the attack
isn't biological in nature.
There's no contingent.
And you said there
wasn't any good news.
Excuse me.
A team's coming in to transfer
this bus to a secure area.
I want you to extend the perimeter
outside the tunnel another 50 yards.
It's horrible.
They're like mosquitoes
trapped in amber.
If this was some sort
of attack, why not
just use something conventional,
like plastic explosives?
A pipe bomb?
Impact.
Whoever did this wanted attention.
I mean, look at that.
Or it's not an attack at all.
And it's something else entirely.
Meaning what?
If I knew that, you
wouldn't be here.
I imagine that the material was released
in gaseous form before solidification.
I need to study it
back in my lab.
Can I have some?
We'll have to dig out their
personal effects so we can ID them.
Notify their next of kin.
It's not here.
Roy?
What is that?
I don't know.
Any idea what it is yet?
Tricky, very tricky.
All I've been able to discern is that
it starts as a silicon-based aerosol,
and it solidifies somehow.
You could be of assistance to me.
I would love to hear some Bach.
Mass in A Minor.
Will you play it for me?
I'm sure the young lady down
there would get us a piano.
That young lady is
an FBI agent, Walter.
Her name is Astrid, and this is the
So, no. I don't think
I can get you a piano.
You always resisted your lessons too.
Lack of commitment, son.
Was always your problem.
Imagine that's why you still
haven't chosen a profession.
I suppose I should've
followed in your footsteps
'cause your work has obviously
brought such joy to the world.
Who was he, Peter?
Sorry?
The man in the restaurant.
You in some kind of trouble?
It was nothing.
He was harassing the waitress.
I just told him to cut it out.
Oh, I see.
Excuse me.
Can you please extract this camera?
I want you to note all
the people on this video.
Cross-check them with the victims.
If we're lucky, maybe
she caught whoever did...
Stop! Go back.
Can you close in on that woman?
What is it?
That backpack.
I just saw that woman,
that backpack wasn't there.
Has anyone seen a blue backpack
with the other personal effects?
So someone took the bag from her?
Got off the bus before the attack?
Who is she?
Evelina Mendoza.
She's a federal employee.
What's her job?
Oh, my God! She's DEA.
The woman who died on the
bus, whose backpack was stolen,
she was a Drug Enforcement
Agent, undercover.
She had a handler, Grant Davidson.
I wanna bring him in for questioning.
I apologize if I wasn't
helpful on the phone.
I needed to ask my superiors...
For clearance to talk
to you about Eve.
Our condolences.
From her records she seemed
like an exemplary agent.
Ah, she was.
Can you tell us about the case she was working on?
Uh, three months ago she was tasked to infiltrate the
East Coast representatives of a Nicaraguan drug cartel.
We'd been bangin' on
them for over a year.
She called me.
Said she wanted me
to pull her out.
She was scared.
Said she heard members of the cartel
discussing something about the pattern.
I told her I never heard of it.
And, uh, we set up a
meet but she never showed.
It appears whoever attacked the bus this
morning was interested in one of her effects.
Do you have any idea what
she could've been carrying?
I wish I could be more helpful.
You have been, Agent Davidson.
Thank you.
Uh, I've been asked to
officially ID her body.
I suppose that won't be a problem.
Have you spoken with her family?
Uh, there's a brother
she doesn't talk to.
I didn't realize how
hard this was gonna be.
You don't have to explain.
I know what it's like to lose
someone you've worked with closely.
I'd uh... I'd like to say good-bye.
Of course.
Should I bother to ask?
Music helps him process.
It works too.
As soon as Peter started playing,
Walter just kinda locked in.
He was able to recreate the
material from the crime scene.
Hey!
I hear you play the piano.
He doesn't just play.
He's good. You should hear him.
No, maybe some other time.
Olivia.
You'll be pleased to
hear we figured it out.
The material, the gas that
was released on the bus,
turned solid when it met the
nitrogen in the atmosphere.
Instantly immobilizing and
suffocating the passengers.
So who would have the know-how to
manufacture something like this?
I'll give you six guesses.
And the first five don't count.
Massive Dynamic.
Three chemical companies in
the US supply those compounds.
All of them fully-owned
subsidiaries of Massive Dynamic.
Charlie? What's up?
Tip got called in from a
priest over at St. Anne's.
Says the guy that lives here mentioned
a potential incident about the bus...
Before it happened.
So what do we know about him?
Name's Roy McComb.
High school graduate.
No criminal record.
Apparently he's been pushing papers
for the last couple of months.
Got DPD picking him up
from there right now.
That doesn't seem like the
profile of a mass-murderer.
No. I didn't think so either.
What?
You're looking at depictions of dozens
of attacks, accidents, disasters,
we've seen over the last year.
And look, all of them are dated
before the incidents took place.
Was that the flight from Hamburg?
Hey, you wanna see
everything from 1989.
No.
Perhaps '79.
Fantastic! That's very helpful.
Oh, stop!
I was right.
Belly and I worked on
this very problem.
- Belly?
- Yeah. As in William Bell.
Founder of Massive Dynamic and one
of the richest men on the planet.
He and Walter used to
share a lab together.
Loved cloves. Awful odor.
We posited a spectrum of waves lying outside
of the range of those already discovered.
We hypothesized that these waves could
be used to communicate information.
The government, of course,
was extremely interested.
It was a brilliant idea.
A theory, but a good one.
They wanted to use the network to send
their most clandestine information.
Because if no other government knew the
spectrum existed, they couldn't listen in.
Yes.
And they called it
the "Ghost Network".
But they asked us to
take it one step further,
to develop a method where they could
transmit directly from one person to another.
I surmised that I could introduce
an iridium-based,
organometallic compound
into the subject's brain.
You have got to be kidding me.
What?
Roy McComb was one
of your test subjects.
Of course. Yes!
That explains it, doesn't it?
Explains it?
Yes, that explains why
he almost died today.
Because you injected something
into his brain nearly 20 years ago.
No, what I gave him was not nearly
enough to cause that reaction.
The compound must have multiplied
in his bloodstream over time.
Environment, perhaps diet.
He was a sophomore, volunteering
for psych experiments.
Did you ever even bother to
explain to him what you were doing?
Well it wouldn't have been a
very secret experiment if I had.
What's going on?
How's Roy McComb?
Roy McComb will be fine.
No thanks to my father's attempts to
turn him into a human walkie-talkie.
Wait a second.
Don't you try and
change the subject!
What you just said is on subject.
The iridium-based
compound that multiplied
in his bloodstream has turned
him into some kind of receiver.
- A receiver of what?
- Transmissions.
Someone else, it seems,
and I'm somewhat jealous of this,
has perfected our Ghost Network.
And is using it to communicate.
Our dear Roy is merely
overhearing what they say.
You will note that the Rotary Movement gives
the impression of a three-dimensional tunnel,
when in fact it is not.
Next slide, please.
Ah, it's an oldie but a goodie.
As you observe this image, your
brain perceives first a duck,
then a rabbit, then a duck again
and always comes back to the duck.
In truth, the image is neither.
But it illustrates the brain's need to
take random sensory input and construct it
- into a meaningful whole, despite--
- Great. Thank you! Forget it.
Uh, I'm sorry, I don't
think I do get it.
Well, neither do I.
I just want him to stop.
I'll get the lights.
I suspect someone has
continued my research.
But they've taken the easy way out.
Merely using the Ghost Network as
a secure telecommunications channel.
You're suggesting that Roy's listening
in to someone's telephone network.
Yes. But no, not listening.
Roy's brain is trying to
interpret the sensory input.
Much as our brains grapple
with the duck rabbit,
I told you.
It always comes back to the duck.
So if Roy's receiving this frequency,
is there any way that we
can tap in and hear them?
Or, maybe even ID them?
Construct a receiver using that
spectrum, it's possible, of course.
But it would take months.
But it may be possible to redirect the
transmissions from his visual centers
to his auditory cortex.
Wait, you want to
rewire his brain?
Not without his permission.
It would be a minor surgery.
Minor brain surgery.
Emphasis not on the minor.
I would need a specific
piece of equipment.
Magnetic neurostimulator
I built in 1983.
With a few adjustments, it would work.
All right. We'll just go back
in time and get it for you.
No need to.
It's most likely where
I left it 17 years ago.
Hidden in a wall in our
old house in Cambridge.
Blast from the past.
What's the game plan here?
We just gonna knock on the door,
ask 'em if we can tear out their walls?
Pretty much.
I guess the badge is the
"Pretty, please" in that equation.
There's no lights on.
I'm gonna call in.
See if we can track down
the owner for consent.
What're you doing?
What?
This is barely even a
crime. I used to live here.
Normal pupil response.
Taking any medications,
prescribed or illicit?
You can be truthful. I won't judge.
In fact, if the answer is no,
I may encourage some drug use.
No, none.
Any food allergies?
- Not that I'm aware of.
- Good, good, good.
This all checks out.
Strap him down.
We'll get started.
Oh, God! Strap me down?
There's nothin' to be worried about.
I guess, uh--
It must seem pretty silly.
Thinking God is talking
to me and everything.
What were you supposed to think?
That I was just crazy.
I considered that, too.
It's gotta be sort
of a relief, right?
Knowing there's a rational explanation?
I wouldn't exactly call
any of this rational.
Do you really think that this is
going to help you catch the guys
that killed those
people on the bus?
You're our best lead.
No pressure, huh?
We lived here when
I was a kid but...
After Walt was institutionalized,
my mom couldn't afford the mortgage,
so we moved down to
an apartment in Austin.
So where's your mother now?
That's a story for another time.
So tell me.
Of all the possible career choices,
how did a girl like you
end up in Law Enforcement?
Well, I pretty much knew this was what
I wanted to do by the time I was nine.
When I was nine years old, I think
I wanted to be a Brontosaurus.
You know, they say that psych profiles of
cops and criminals are pretty much identical.
Ever consider a life of crime?
No dental.
Nothing. Of course.
What?
My mom had this covered up.
Used to hide in it all the time.
You'll need to be
awake for the procedure.
But I'm going to give you a mild
sedative, to reduce any anxiety.
Dr. Bishop...
You look really familiar to me.
I hear that a lot.
In the mental institution where
I lived. He'll need a moment.
Oh! You've returned.
How was the old house?
How is Rufus?
Well, the house is just like we left,
but we put Rufus to sleep
almost 20 years ago, Walter.
Oh! That's terrible news.
We found your equipment.
Oh, this brings back
some memories.
Of what?
I think it's time for some
intra-cranial penetration.
This won't hurt.
Just feel a touch odd.
Okay.
Is this Poli Sci 101?
Not remotely.
Who was it?
Freshmen.
I need you to keep this dial
steady at 60 hertz, 10 gauss
until I tell you otherwise.
I believe there are clusters of
metal in visual centers of your brain.
I'm going to attempt to move them
to those regions which process sound.
You'll be shown a series of images.
I need you to tell me any sensations
you experience as you see each image.
Sounds easy enough.
First image, please.
It's a horse.
Wonderful.
What the hell was that?
Oh, that was your body's
normal muscle responses.
It's perfectly natural.
You may also experience an
involuntary bowel movement.
Great!
Next image, son.
Oh, man.
Mmm, oh, this is bad.
Oh, this is weird.
Uh, I-I'm...
I'm tasting, uh, dirt.
Uh, no wait, it's uh, gasoline.
We've reached the
gustatory cortex.
We're getting close.
Next image, please.
I don't know.
It's a beach.
Well, no sensations at all?
I don't think so.
Goddammit, don't you feel anything?
Uh, I'm a little scared.
I don't understand.
This should be working.
Walter, take a deep breath.
It's gonna be okay.
- Nuntia adhuc...
- You.
- Increase the level to 200 gauss.
- Ita, modo eum collocutus sum.
Don't do that! Stop, I said!
What did you say?
I don't know. I can hear voices.
I think that's Latin.
It is. He just said, um...
Damn, what's that word?
Hora, um... hour.
Something's happening in an hour.
How in the world can
you possibly know that?
I majored in linguistics.
My Latin's admittedly a bit fuzzy.
Okay, keep going.
Ad stationem, that means station.
No, wait. It's australem.
- Australem means south.
- And then...
An exchange is being made. Um...
An exchange at south station.
I think someone's meeting at south
station to make an exchange in an hour.
He just said, "Good, where was it?"
- In eius corpore fuit.
- From the beginning,
on her person.
It was on her person.
It was on her from
the start? Maybe or--
She had it on her the whole time.
Oh, yeah, that's a possible translation.
Hey! Where ya goin'?
Now, I've been asked to
officially ID her body.
There was a three-inch incision
in Evelina's right palm.
Whatever she had on her,
Davidson cut it out.
I'm heading to South Station now.
I think he's planning
a hand-off at 5:00.
We have to assume Davidson's workin'
for the same people who hit the bus.
I'll notify CI.
But in the meantime, I'm sending
the Field Assist your way.
But plainclothes only.
We don't want to tip him off.
Oh, my God!
What's wrong?
I believe with proper demodulation, you
could receive satellite television for free.
Okay. fun time's over.
Astrid, let's get him unhooked.
It's me, I'm at the station.
Where am I meeting your man?
Excuse me?
I'm getting something.
It's in English.
We can see you.
haven't been followed.
Then we'll instruct you further.
It's Olivia.
Hey, Roy's talking again.
Are you at South Station?
Yeah, why?
So are they.
Did you get anything else?
They're checking to make sure
that Davidson wasn't followed.
I think that's it for now.
Okay, thanks.
Could I get a drink or something?
Yeah. I'll get you
a glass of water.
Go ahead.
Here you go.
And head to the Dewey Square Exit.
You got that?
How will I recognize the
person I'm meeting?
They'll recognize you.
Yeah.
It's happening now.
He's headed to the
Dewey Square Exit.
Got it!
Francis.
He's at the south end
of the terminal.
Turn around and put your
hands in the air now.
What happened?
He's been shot.
- He's not breathing.
- Call in a Medevac!
The case.
They've made the exchange.
He's running.
Stay with him.
FBI!
Put the case on the ground.
Drop the gun now!
Put your hands where
I can see them.
All that trouble for this.
So any idea what it is?
Not yet.
But I'm hoping our friends at
the NSA will be able to tell us.
So 11 innocent people die today,
we risk losing another by
drilling through his head,
all for something we
know nothing about?
Do you ever smile, Dunham?
We ID'd the shooter.
Matthew Ziegler.
When we ran his fingerprints, he popped
up on two other pattern-related cases.
We're digging into his
financials, travel records.
Linkage, Dunham.
Not only can we now put
a face to these people,
but we know they're communicating.
And how.
I'd say that's an impressive day's work.
Which brings me to this.
What is it?
Of all the models in Roy's apartment, three of
them are incidents that we haven't been aware of.
Pattern cases.
It would seem so.
Take a look. If you want.
Let me know if you
have any thoughts.
I'll do that.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Yeah, I can use speech pretty clear.
How are you feeling?
My head hurts a little, but, um,
Dr. Bishop gave me
something for the pain.
Vicodin.
That's it. I promise.
So no more transmissions.
No.
My guess is once you arrived at
South Station with the cavalry,
they realized the Ghost Network was
compromised, and stopped broadcasting on it.
Well just in case,
if you hear anything else...
Do me a favor, gimme a call.
I will.
It felt really nice to
be able to help.
- Thank you!
- You're welcome.
I have a few release
forms I need you to sign,
- and then I can take you home.
- Okay.
Dunham.
Any requests?
How 'bout some Bach?
Bach?
No, that's way too stuffy.
What you need is some jazz.
Well, I'll take what I can get.
I'm sure you can understand why
I don't wanna go through channels.
If I know you at all, this isn't
the only reason you're here.
Is this because of our
interest in Agent Dunham?
Seems a bit early to be
poaching my newest hire,
with only a three-case
resume under her belt.
I didn't achieve my position without the ability
to evaluate someone's talents immediately.
Neither did I.
Oh, you feel protective
of her, don't you?
I'm in the business of
protecting all my agents.
I want nothing but the best for her.
Of course you do.
We found another one.
Let's see what we have.
Well, crystalline structure's intact.
No detectable oscillations.
This may just be what we
need to break the encryption.
Speaking of which, I'm
told you've made progress.
See for yourself.
We finally
stabilized the link.
We've been pulling information
from the disk for the last 72 hours.
Let me know when it's finished.
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