02x01 - A New Day in the Old Town

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I will turn this world over
looking for him.

William Bell is not
in this world.

I've been waiting
quite a long time for this.

- Hello?
- Hello?

'scuse me.

Are you--
are you okay?

It's car v. car.

NYPD's taking
witness statements now.

What the hell
happened to the drivers?

Hey, you caught
the case.

So who's our man?
Who was driving this vehicle?

Walter, come on.

I don't need you
to make me anything.

I insist.

You know, there's something
you don't know about me, son.

What's that?

That once you enter a grocery store,
you never leave again?

Ever?

No. Before I became chair
of biochemistry at Harvard,

which was after
Oxford and M.I.T.,

I was sous chef at
the Bakersfield food lab.

- Sous chef.
- Uh-huh.

Well, technically I worked
under Seymour Brodien.

Am I supposed to know
who that is?

He invented
the h*-h*.

Of course he did.

Walter, I want
to leave this place.

And I don't need you
to make me a cake.

I'm not making you a cake,
I'm making you a custard.

It's my specialty.

I don't like custard.

In fact, I've never
liked custard.

As a boy, you loved it.

You've just forgotten.

Friday is your birthday.

You deserve
something wonderful.

Well, for my birthday,

can I have getting the hell
out of here?

We need
to celebrate

and make sure that
Agent Dunham can attend.

I want to see her face
when she eats my pudding.

That's disturbing.

Peter Bishop.

What?

- Mr. Bishop?
- Yeah.

- Agent Jessup. Hi.
- Hi.

- This is my father Walter.
- Yes.

I have a couple
questions for you.

- How bad is she?
- We don't know.

Excuse me?

How do you not know?

Can you just explain
exactly what you do?

You're some sort
of special consultant?

- Where's Charlie?
- I'm sorry, Charlie who?

Agent Charlie Francis.
Where is he?

I believe he's
en route from Quantico.

I'm the agent
in charge.

Well, agent in charge,
where is Olivia Dunham?

Witnesses report that
after the crash, a man was seen

leaving the car on foot, but
no one saw anyone leave the SUV.

The doors are still locked,
the seatbelt still buckled,

the airbags deployed,

but there's no indentation
which implies

no one was behind the wheel
at the moment of impact.

Did you check
to make sure

these skid marks
match the other vehicle?

Look, you still haven't
told me what it is you do.

You, Agent Dunham,
your father.

I checked with
the field office,

they said that
all of your work is--

Classified, and that
you don't have access.

I don't have
time for this.

It's not that
I don't appreciate

petulance, Mr. Bishop,

But the sooner
you cooperate--

I would love to cooperate
as soon as you can

find me an agent
who can actually help me.

"A New Day in the Old Town"

Walter.

I'm afraid your friend's
injuries were too severe.

Oh, come on.

We were unable to restore
any brain function.

Patients who suffer
this kind of head trauma

simply don't regain
consciousness.

Simple.
Reductive. Absurd.

Life and death,
these are relative terms.

Contextually defined, dependent
on cultural specifics.

Walter--

He is undoubtedly indulging
in primitive diagnostics.

Agent Dunham
is not dead.

She's not dead.
She's not dead.

- Walter--
- She's not.

Walter!

Walter, wait, stop.

- You can't go back there.
- Doctor, please...

Back off.

I'm so sorry, Olivia.

Mind if I join you?

I'm guessing
you don't drink.

Double.

How did you find me?

I work for the F.B.I.

Where's your father?

My father is off
in la-la land.

Mixed himself up
a really nice c*ck

of Valium, Haldol, Seconal,
and I think Lorazepam.

Astrid is baby-sitting.

I've been called
to Washington tomorrow.

The efficacy of the division
is being questioned.

I've been informed that
our failure to deliver

any useable results
is unacceptable.

They're shutting
you down?

What were we even
doing, anyway?

We'd sit around and wait
for somebody to die,

some grisly,
macabre death,

or for the entire fabric
of the Universe

to come
shredding apart.

We were
the clean-up crew,

sent in to mop it up
and make sure it was

all neat and tidy
for the file.

We were always
too late anyway.

That's not
entirely true.

We were too late
for Olivia.

To Agent Dunham.

To Agent Dunham.

Hey, Rach.

When'd you get back?

A few hours ago.

Ella's at
a friend's house.

You know, I didn't want her
to remember her aunt like this.

She had a living will.
No life support.

They're gonna do this in--
in the morning,

so I've just been
sitting with her, and...

Do you wanna...

Yes.

You know
she liked you, Peter.

Did you know that?

Hey.

Good-bye, Olivia.

Einai kalytero anthropo
apo ton patera toy.

Can you tell me
your name?

It's Olivia Dunham.

Do you know the year?

Why am I in a hospital,
and what is wrong with my leg?

You were in an accident.
Do you remember?

In New York.

Is Peter here?
I need to see him.

He's here, he's here.

I-I went somewhere.

I know, you went
to New York.

No.
Yeah, but no.

Olivia, look, you were
in an accident.

No, no, I was trying
to get somewhere

and someone was
trying to stop me,

but I went there
anyway, and--

Oh, God,
what is happening?

Mr. Bishop, please!
She needs to stay calm.

He told me something.

- Who?
- I don't know. I can't remember.

But, oh, it was
very important.

There's something
that I have to do.

Who, Olivia?
Who told you to do what?

I don't know, but there's
something that I have to do,

- and I--
- What?

I think that our lives
may depend on it.

Whose lives?

Everyone's.

That beta blocker.
Get her pulse down.

No, Peter, I need my g*n.
Please, I'm not safe.

Somebody hurt me,
they did this to me.

Please, Peter, my g*n.
I need my g*n.

Please, Peter.

'scuse me.

I need to speak
with Special Agent Broyles.

Agent Broyles
is in Washington.

Uh, then Agent Francis, please.
Charlie Francis.

Sir, what is
this regarding?

Okay, I work
for you guys.

I'm a consultant.

I need access to a file
on a car accident

yesterday in
New York City.

I'm sorry, these credentials
have been revoked, Mr. Bishop.

What?

Look, lady,
you need to help me.

Please feel free to file a
civilian request on our website.

Web--
No, listen to me.

One of your agents
is in the hospital,

and her life--
and possibly yours--

depends on the work
that I need to do,

so you find me somebody
who can help me.

Okay, sir, if you'd
exit the building--

I'll take him.

I'm with her.

What're you
doing in Boston?

You like to fight, Mr. Bishop?

All that time in Iraq.
Mob connections.

You've got quite
a combative history.

Look, you said
you were gonna help me

get my hands
on that file.

It's on the seat
behind you.

What?

Something wasn't adding up
about those skid marks.

They were darkest at the back,
not the front.

So maximum torque farthest
away from the incident.

That means the driver
wasn't slowing down.

He was speeding up.

Then he must've
been waiting.

Those are pictures
from the surveillance camera

in the parking structure
adjacent to the accident site.

George Reed.
524 Littlefield Road.

Here, in Lexington.
We're 15 minutes away.

All right,
now it's your turn.

What's
the Fringe Division?

What do you
people do?

Nothing.

Not anymore.

F.B.I.

George Reed?

Mr. Reed?

Body.

Look at his lividity.

If this guy was driving
a car in New York,

it wasn't yesterday.

I need to get a ride
for someone.

Feel his an*s.
It's soaking wet.

Expansion of the Oral mucosa,
the eyes, and the rectum

to accommodate
rapid fluid loss.

If it's a virus, it obviously
doesn't affect birds.

Or people,
at least not quickly.

Agent, I need this body
taken back to my lab.

Hey, lunatic, this body's
going to the morgue.

Is he crazy?

Peter?

Who is the agent
in charge here?

I am.

Take it wherever
he wants.

Lovely.

Is he crazy?

Oh, yeah.

Whatever Fringe Division
is or was,

F.B.I. says
it's been shut down.

And yet I just
sent you a body.

Which does begs
the question,

why are you doing this?

Just following
the case.

It doesn't pay to bluff
a bluffer, Agent Jessup.

You know, a lot of people
would be scared by this.

Most, actually.

There are more things in Heaven
and Earth than are dreamt--

Oh, wow.
Really?

Butchered Shakespeare.

Peter.

Peter!

They said I can ride
in the back with the body.

Can I?

Sure.
Of course you can.

Stay out
of the medications, though.

Please.

Think I've been waiting
for you people my whole life.

I'll be with you
in just a minute.

So what can
I do you for?

I'm looking
for a selectric.

Selectric 251.

Doesn't exist.
They never made one.

It's 245,
straight to 255.

No, no, no.

I'm still gonna
need the 251.

Ah.

You're one of them.

You know,
it's been six years.

I just kind of
figured that, uh...

Straight back.

Last door.

Hey.

You--you tell 'em.
I'm not waiting around forever.

I am not waiting
around forever.

What are we doing here?

As I'm sure you're
probably already aware,

my father
was a scientist.

Who was sent
to St. Claire's.

A mental institution,
yes, but there is more.

Worse. And some good, too.
It's complicated.

But for right now,
all you really need to know

is that this building
is where he used to work.

He was working here
as a professor.

Simultaneously,
he was working

on a number of top-secret
government projects.

We do our thing
down here in the lab

because
according to him,

it's the only place
that he can work.

You're coming up on
your last chance to turn back.

Are you kidding?

Agent Jessup...

Welcome to Fringe Division.

Astrid, Amy.
Amy, Astrid. Nice haircut.

Thanks. Hi.

- Hello.
- Oh, hello.

Again.

I need four bunsen burners,
eight metal bowls yea big,

and a freezer.

The bowls need
to be sterilized?

It's not for the autopsy.
It's for the custard.

For Peter's birthday.

Walter, will you
forget about the custard?

I refuse.

Also rib cutters,
toothed forceps,

and a bone saw
for the autopsy.

Not for the groceries.

I got here
as fast as I could.

I'm all right.

You didn't have to come
all this way.

You're not all right.

Charlie, I'm fine.

My second year
with Brooklyn P.D.,

one night we get
a domestic disturbance call.

Partner and I
go over to his house.

I'm with the guy, right?

And he's, uh...

saying it's nothing, you know,
just a little argument.

My partner calls
from the other room

and says that we need
an ambulance for the girl.

And I just know the guy beat
the crap out of his girlfriend,

so I go for my g*n,
I get him on the ground,

and I'm cuffing him.

And I hear a g*nsh*t
from the other room.

I turn around,

and this, uh,

bloody girl--

brutalized,
brutalized girl--

is, um...

aiming a g*n
at me.

What I didn't know
at the time

was she'd just
k*lled my partner.

She fires.

Hits me in my chest.

Anyway, um...

I'm in I.C.U.
for six days.

You know, and, um,
hospital for two weeks.

Kept on telling my wife,
"I'm fine."

I was shaken,

and I was scared.

Now, if you're
like me,

you got a g*n
underneath your pillow.

Peter called me.

Hey.

You can fool the doctors,
kiddo.

You can't fool me.

I don't know
what happened to me.

I'm so scared.

I can't even
load it.

My hand won't
stop shaking.

Charlie, I can't.
I can't even load it.

You're gonna be
all right.

Hey, it'll be all right.

It's a shame.

These lungs were
in excellent condition once.

Is the half and half
boiling?

Yeah, just about.

Mix the eggs, sugar,
and salt in a separate bowl.

Please.

Walter, there's nothing
wrong with the blood sample.

What are you thinking?

It's funny.

I love custard,
but I hate flan.

Which could be
an issue of semantics.

Or difficulty
with the French.

Which I doubt,

given my near obsession with
Moules a la creme normande.

Well, that's fascinating,
but what I actually meant

was are there any theories
about how this man died?

No, the water
expulsion,

though dramatic
and messy,

seems to be a symptom
of some other process.

But I stumbled upon something
that did the unthinkable.

Look inside the mouth.

You can come
closer, dear.

Look at the soft palate.
What do you see?

There are three markings.

Indents like stab wounds.
What are they?

And while
we're at it,

what do you mean
you stumbled across something

that does
the unthinkable?

It made me
remember something.

Is this you?

Yeah.

My father recently took
a little trip down memory lane,

and for no reason
has become

wildly obsessed
with my childhood.

He also likes to check and make
sure that I'm still breathing

when he thinks
that I'm asleep,

which is
a little creepy.

Focus, please.

This is an experiment
that Belly and I did.

We came up with such
a spectacular blend of drugs.

One day,
Leary came by,

and he said,
"You're kidding me."

Is this gonna make
her head explode or something?

Well, in a sense, yes,
but not physically.

We're trying to augment

her fifth, sixth,
and seventh chakras.

Throat, third eye,
and crown.

That is correct,
Asterix.

Astrid.

Communication, speech,
clairaudience,

cognition,
and thought.

Spirituality.

I can see Him.

You wanted her
to see God.

Who is he?

The man
with the machine.

The three--
the three nails.

The three nails
go in the mouth.

There.

He is a soldier.

From somewhere else.

He's--he's from a place
that looks like this,

but it's not here.

Oh, he's--

He's from
another universe, man.

Oh, I can see him.

He pushes up
the machine.

He pushes up the machine?

Oh, yes,
in the mouth.

And then he changes.

That's how they change.
They're like shape shifters.

That's how they hide.
They can look like us.

They can look
like any of us.

Astrid.

I need you to log on to the
joint law enforcement database.

We need to be
informed immediately

of any corpse
that matches that description.

They can look
like any of us.

Unsubstantiated claims
of invasion.

Reports of technology
run amok.

The old "X" designation
and your fringe investigations

have been indulgences
in the federal budget

for over
half a century.

Well, the salad days
are over, Mr. Broyles.

Colonel.

Excuse me?

Or Special Agent,
as you'd prefer, Senator.

Colonel Broyles.

Philip, listen. We all have
a job here, and we--

Yes, Senator,
I have a job.

The same job I have had in three
administrations and six wars

to defend our
national security,

and I assure you
we are not secure.

Yes, sometimes
a threat is familiar.

But I have come to learn
that sometimes it is far worse.

And when it is worse,
when the threat is unimaginable,

that is when
we are at the door.

And you should
thank God for that.

Phillip, without
something usable,

something to support
the human and fiscal cost...

I-I'm sorry.

If your appearance
is any indication...

Now I don't have
to tell you

how important it is that
Fringe Division not be shut down.

I'm not the one
who needs convincing.

But we've tried.

I'm afraid that this one
is out of our hands.

Do what you always
used to do, Phillip.

Save the day.

Feds?

Yeah, that's us.

Well, her, technically,
but say us.

Where's the body
that triggered the alert?

The one that has
the three holes in its mouth?

It's right over there.

Thank you.

They found this guy two blocks
from the accident site.

Shape shifters must leave
the original body behind.

Do you remember
the girl from the video?

That she said
he was a soldier?

My father
was a soldier.

They do one thing,
life or death.

They stay on mission.

These killings
weren't random.

Which means this man,
this thing, whatever it is,

it's still trying
to accomplish its goal.

Olivia.

Oh, my God.

You scared me
to death.

We've sent his description
to hospital security

and dispatch
all available agents.

If he's there,
we'll get him.

You're looking better.

Thank you. I'm starting to feel
a little bit more like me.

So how's your memory?

Still all
just fragments.

I remember going to New York,
I remember driving,

but I can't seem to see
anything past that.

Happens with
head injuries.

People can lose days
before an accident.

The best thing to do is just
to keep trying, Olivia.

I was on my way somewhere
to meet with someone.

And I guess
someone hit my car.

But--

But...?

It doesn't
make any sense.

Mm-hmm.

It's as if I went somewhere
and talked to someone.

And then...

came back
to the accident.

Do you remember who
you were going to meet with?

No.

Almost.

He told me something.

What?

Go on.

I can't, uh--

Try.

Something's hidden.

Yes. Where?

I-I can't--

Where is it hidden?

I can't remember.

That's really all
you know then, isn't it?

Yeah.

Okay.

They have surveillance of
your suspect entering the lobby.

Olivia's room?

The floor's locked up
six ways from Sunday.

The only person
allowed in is the nurse.

Don't fight it.
It's over.

Agent Francis,
suspect is now white female,

black hair, scrubs,
gray sweater.

She jumped down
to the loading dock,

but she's heading
into the basement.

You okay?

Go get that b*tch.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Charlie! Hey!
You okay? You hit?

I'm good.

So who was she?

Walter thinks that she was
a shape-changing soldier

from another universe.

He thinks that might be
where you went.

Hmm.

Do you think it's a bad sign
that I can say that out loud

and neither one of us
thinks I'm crazy?

She thought I knew where
something was hidden.

No matter what happened
to you,

and no matter where
you went,

Walter will
figure it out.

Olivia, I need
to ask you something.

Sure.

Einai kalytero anthropo
apo ton patera toy.

You said that to me
just after you woke up.

Do you remember it?

No.

Latin?

Mm-mm. Greek.

My mother used to
say that to me

every night before
I went to bed.

There really
isn't a point

where things just can't
get weirder, is there?

What does it mean?

It means, "Be a better man
than your father."

Walter was already gone.

It was like a code
between my mother and me.

It meant keep
your people close.

Take care of the people
you care about.

Well, you're
good at that.

It's good to see you again,
Olivia Dunham.

It's good
to see you too.

It's time to check your vitals.

You should get
some rest.

Peter.

Is it true that
they're shutting us down?

No.

Agent Broyles.

Mr. Bishop.

At the bar, you said
they needed to see results.

Yeah.

Walter says this tech
isn't from here.

And that it's broken.

But it is proof.

And if they can fix it,
they can have an army

who can look like
anyone they want them to.

You tell them
you can get this tech,

and they can have it,

but they are not
shutting us down.

From now on,
we're calling the shots.

We're done reacting.

We're not gonna be
too late anymore.

After all,

somebody's got to save
their asses, right?

You surprise me,
Mr. Bishop.

Thanks.

Happy birthday, Peter!

Look.
Custard.

Happy birthday, Peter.