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Since you got back
from the other side,
it's like you're a completely
different person.
[Female voice on telephone]
Olivia, she has a message for you.
She's trapped
in the other universe.
Olivia's back.
They think she had
some kind of seizure.
If it wasn't for you,
I would never have made it back.
You saved my life.
(Man on P.A.)
Final boarding call
for Eastbound Express
on track 18.
Final boarding call.
Eastbound Express,
track 18.
[Train whistle blows]
Excuse me.
I'm sorry.
So, so sorry.
[Gasps]
(Man)
Yes, hello. Sure.
Yes, uh, there's a man here
in need of medical attention...
5776 Dower Street.
Yeah, he's injured very badly.
Please hurry.
Cheers.
[Breathing sharply]
I'm so sorry, sir.
But, uh...
There's no other way.
[Gasps, chokes]
[Whimpering]
[Choking]
[Chatter on dispatch radio]
There's no details on this one.
Never a good sign.
[Knocking at door]
(Man)
Hello? Did somebody call 911?
Someone call 911?
Hello?
Call this in.
Dispatch, we're looking at
a possible homicide.
Requesting backup.
(Dispatcher)
Copy that.
Stand by, unit 16.
Unit 16, backup's en route
to your location.
10 minutes out.
Oh, my God.
Joe, someone cut
this guy's heart out.
Get in here.
[Gasps]
Don't...
don't let me die.
(Man on P.A.)
Passengers holding monthly passes
may pick up commuter
express tickets
at ticket window seven.
Commuter express tickets,
ticket window seven.
[Overlapping chatter]
Baggage service desk,
call 2133.
Baggage service desk,
call 2133.
(Conductor)
All aboard!
Guess you weren't expecting me
back so soon.
Which led me to believe
that Walternate's main priority
was learning how to
cross universes safely.
He was using me
to discover how.
Do you think he's close?
His tests enabled him
to synthesize cortexiphan,
so, yeah, I think he's close.
And he is driven.
The way he sees things,
it's his world or ours.
So I understand
that the other Olivia escaped
with a crucial part
of the machine.
Where is the rest of it?
Science division is analyzing
the remaining pieces now.
I'd like to see the results.
Of course.
Once you're back.
You're officially on leave
until further notice.
To say you've experienced
a trauma is an understatement.
You need to process
what you've endured
over the past two months.
I know, but I honestly believe
that my ability to do my job
isn't impaired.
Your ability's
not my only concern.
I'm not gonna deny
that the last few months
haven't taken their toll.
But I made a promise
to a friend over there.
And I swore that I would do
everything that I can
to heal both worlds.
I need to go back to work.
[Sighs]
This friend
you're talking about...
What was he like?
He wasn't that unlike you.
He was honorable, committed.
He feared for his family,
for their future.
So he had children?
A son and a daughter.
And he was very close
to his wife.
And they were still married?
Yes.
Come on, Walter!
Let's go!
Coming! I thought it was
in the closet.
Aah!
Wait.
[Footsteps running]
Where was it?
Bathroom.
I'd forgotten that
a couple of nights ago,
I used my cauterizer to remove
an uncomfortable growth
between my...
Less information, better.
Have you spoken to Olivia?
I did.
Called her last night.
She's doing better,
but still recuperating.
I understand
how difficult it is
to be candid with people
that you care about,
uh, particularly
when it concerns matters
that are intimate in nature.
Ready to go?
Yes, I am.
And by intimate, I mean ***.
Yeah, I got that.
I know this is an instance
of a parent asking a child
to do as he says
and not as he does.
How many ways can I tell you
that I don't want to have
this conversation, Walter?
But you must have it.
No, this conversation, the one
that we're having right now.
We're here.
You understand better than most
the pain a lie can inflict.
Yes, I do...
Which is why,
even though I expect it's going
to fundamentally change
how she feels about me,
I am going
to tell Olivia everything.
Okay?
You're a good man, Peter.
She knows that.
[Overlapping chatter]
[Laughs]
Look who's here.
Oh, it's good
to see you out and about.
Peter, look, it's Olivia.
Hi.
Shouldn't you be resting?
Agent Dunham
has been cleared for duty.
All right, well,
in that case, welcome back.
Thank you.
You gonna tell us
what we're in for?
At approximately 8:00
this morning,
911 received a call
from inside this house.
The caller said
that there was someone inside
in need of medical attention
when the EMTs arrived,
they found
the victim strapped to a table,
chest cavity open
and his heart missing.
But then after they discovered
him in that condition,
the victim regained
consciousness and spoke
and then died
three minutes later.
He was conscious and speaking
without a functional
cardiovascular system?
It appears so.
Lady Fortuna
has smiled upon us.
Where do you suppose
I could pick up
quality imported
pickled herring?
No idea.
Why?
I'm thinking of Scandinavia.
Scandinavia?
The blood eagle...
A Norse method of torture...
breaking the ribs
and spreading them out
to resemble
blood-stained wings.
So we're looking for a viking?
Whoever did this was trained.
These incisions
have been made with precision.
[Chuckles]
This is beautiful work.
Definitely not a viking.
They were ruthless.
Peter, look at this.
Scar tissue.
Yeah.
He's had heart surgery before.
Stay here.
I'll be right back.
(Walter) Well, it's impossible
to determine the time of death,
because in this case,
the standards we generally use
don't apply.
What exactly does that mean?
He still has reflexes?
Yes, and yet his heart
was removed
at least four hours ago.
By now, rigor mortis
should be starting to set in.
So we're not even sure
if he's dead?
Well, from what I can see,
he's more dead than not.
Okay, what if somebody
is harvesting organs
on the black market?
(Peter) Not likely.
This guy's medicine cabinet
rivals some pharmacies.
He's got everything in there...
steroids,
immunosuppressants,
antifungals, antibiotics,
pain medication.
Okay, so you wouldn't steal
a heart from someone this sick
if you were selling it.
Who's the prescribing physician?
Dr. Alexandra Ross.
You two go talk
to this Dr. Ross.
Dr. Bishop,
I'll arrange
to transport the cadaver to your lab.
Oh, great.
Perhaps there I'll be able
to discover what made
this tin man tick.
Dr. Ross
is still in surgery.
Okay, then we'll wait.
You know
you're drinking swill, right?
It's nice to be able
to take a cup of coffee
for granted.
What?
You know, when you go
on vacation and you come back
and some things
are a revelation?
Like coffee
or my favorite shoes.
And then...
Other things are just...
I don't know.
My mail was opened.
It's kind of disconcerting
knowing that somebody else
has been living your life.
Hey. You okay?
There's something that I have
to talk to you about...
About her.
I noticed...
Changes...
Small changes,
but they were definitely there.
She's...
She's much quicker with a smile
and...
Less...
I don't know...
less intense maybe.
She said that
when she was over there,
what she saw of her other life,
it made her want to change,
to be happier.
And I believed her,
because that made sense.
There was no way
for you to know.
Everything happened so fast,
I couldn't even tell you
how they did it.
And it's okay.
I'm here now.
When you asked me to come
back to this world with you...
You said...
That you belonged with me.
And so I came back
for you...
For us.
And we started seeing
each other.
And I explained away
the differences
because our relationship
was different.
I thought she was you, Olivia.
Does everyone know?
I reported everything
when I found out who she was.
Olivia, I'm sorry.
[Chuckles]
You know,
she had a really full life,
really sweet boyfriend.
And if he hadn't been
out of town,
then who knows
what could've happened?
She had friends,
people who loved her,
people who... who risked
their lives to help her.
And they all believed
that I was her.
So, you know, I-I-I can
understand how that...
(Nurse)
Mr. Bishop?
Dr. Ross is out of surgery.
Could you give us a second, please?
Sure.
Thank you.
Peter...
It's fine.
We're good.
Let's go.
I don't understand.
His heart was removed?
(Peter)
We'd like to ask you
about the medications that you
prescribed him. Of course.
It was the standard regimen
for transplant recipients.
Mr. Russo suffered
from congestive heart failure.
He was on the list for over
a year waiting for a donor.
He had a heart transplant?
Yes.
He wanted
a second chance.
We gave him one...
Or at least I thought we did.
[Rustling]
♪ ♪
[Inhales deeply]
It won't be long now.
It will be okay.
You sure it's called
the Yatsko project?
Nina says that she checked
Massive Dynamic's archives
personally,
and nothing came up under that heading.
(Walter) Well, that can't be right.
Belly and I created a serum
similar to this
in the mid-'70s.
I'm certain of it.
We were trying
to devise a method to...
Of questioning someone
after death.
Of course you were.
Tell her to look
under pet projects.
Perhaps the Yatsko research
was folded in.
Okay.
I'm leaving.
Peter's giving you a ride home.
Oh.
He should be here
any minute, Walter.
Evening, everyone.
[Laughing] Peter.
What wonderful timing.
You got the keys to lock up?
Yeah.
Yeah, no problem.
All right, don't let him
keep you here too late, okay?
Good night, Walter.
Good night, Astrid.
Peter, come here.
Good night.
I want you to smell something,
tell me what you deduce.
Okay.
What am I smelling?
Him.
Notice anything?
[Sniffs]
I'm not vomiting.
Precisely.
By now, it should be emitting
the unmistakable odor
of putrefaction.
This corpse's decomposition
has slowed to almost zero.
So what's arresting the decay?
That's a good question.
Astrid and I isolated
traces of a serum in his blood.
It functions as a preservative,
radically slowing down
cell degradation.
Why bother
to slow down his death?
They already stole his heart.
To assuage his conscience,
of course.
You think the type of people
that would steal
an organ
out of a transplant patient
would really be troubled
by conscience?
He called 911.
If the EMTs had got him
on a heart-lung machine in time,
he might have survived.
It's highly unlikely,
of course,
but I'm betting
it helps our organ thief
sleep well at night.
[Scoffs]
Well, at least somebody is.
You haven't told, Olivia,
have you?
Nope, actually, I did.
How did she react?
Surprisingly well.
Really?
Mm.
Do you think possibly
they replaced her with a robot?
[Zipper opening]
[Chatter in background]
Hey.
Tell me there's more.
There's plenty.
I just made a fresh pot.
Great.
Bad night?
I had a lot of laundry
to go through.
How is it...
Being back?
It's good.
Yeah?
Strange.
[Laughs]
Peter told me what happened,
you know,
that he was seeing her.
You know, I get it, but...
You saw them together.
What was he like with her?
[Chuckles awkwardly]
He didn't seem different?
I mean...
Like, happier or...
Olivia...
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Okay.
We should go.
Broyles wouldn't
have called us in
if he didn't have
something.
Olivia, wait.
He thought
that she was with you.
I understand.
It's fine.
It's not fine.
Whatever feelings
that Peter had,
they were not about her.
They were about you.
And they were real.
They still are.
Thank you, Astrid.
(Broyles) A cross-state
search of police records
turned up multiple organ thefts
in the last two months.
The incidents took place
in five different states,
but the M.O. of the crime
is consistent.
You're saying the same person did all this?
It appears so.
Any of those organs transplants?
They all were.
And not only that,
they're all from the same donor.
Do we have a name?
We have a donor number.
Names are kept confidential.
17-year-old female.
We've issued a priority request.
We should know more shortly.
(Peter)
Mind if I take a look?
So he's gathering
all of her organs. Why?
There are some people
who have strong objections
to organ donation.
Maybe someone close to her
didn't think the recipients
were worthy.
It says here
after the organs
were harvested,
they remanded the custody
of the body
to the Rosindale Eye Bank.
You think maybe her corneas
were donated too?
There's no photos
of them being stolen.
[Phone receiver clicks,
number pad beeps]
Broyles. Put me through
to the Rosindale Eye Bank.
Yes, this is colonel Broyles
with the FBI.
I need to speak with your
executive director immediately.
Yes, it's urgent.
Immediately means urgent.
Thank you.
[Muffled shouting]
[Man whimpering]
[Shouting continues]
So sorry, sir.
[Whimpers]
These don't belong
to you, do they?
[Whimpers]
[Muffled shout]
Good.
(Broyles) He wasn't at home.
We're at his restaurant now.
Thanks.
That was Astrid.
We've got a name on the donor.
Amanda Walsh...
Her family lives in Providence.
FBI's arranging an interview.
There's a light on in back.
Hello?
Anybody there?
Over here.
We're too late.
[Clatter]
[Gasps]
Please...
Help me.
I wanted to see
how the construction
was coming along.
There was some paperwork
to take care of.
I was feeling fine.
But as I was walking there,
I started getting dizzy.
Next thing I know,
I'm strapped to a slab.
[Chuckles]
He actually apologized.
Can you believe that?
He said he wished
there was another way,
that they didn't belong to me.
So Walter was right.
We're dealing
with a remorseful organ thief.
Well, that makes sense.
He didn't want
to hurt those people.
It's about her.
He didn't want her organs
going to someone else.
I'm gonna call Broyles,
let him know we're on the way
to talk to the family.
♪ ♪
Walter, please tell me
you're not giving gene
the evidence to drink.
Not until I understand
the long-term side effects.
But imagine the possibilities
if this can permanently
erase cell decay.
Milk that doesn't go bad.
And cheese.
[Laughs]
Well, that dream is gonna have
to wait, Walter.
Here are
the Yatsko project files.
Massive Dynamic
just sent them over.
You were right.
They were misfiled.
It turns out that the research
that you and William Bell did
on human-tissue preservation
didn't stop when you went
to St. Claire's.
Interesting.
I think we're on the precipice
of understanding this.
More you than we.
I have a working hypothesis.
Astrid, I need you
to get me something.
I need the organ donor.
Amanda Walsh.
I need her body...
Or what's left of it.
(Mrs. Walsh)
Oh, God.
The only consolation I had
was her passing gave
other people another chance.
Was Amanda dating anyone?
I mean, did she have
any friendships
that were cause
for concern?
No, I was more concerned that
she didn't have any friends.
She didn't like school.
She didn't want
to do sports.
It was ballet.
That was the only thing
that ever made her happy.
Mrs. Walsh,
how did your daughter die?
She took her own life.
My daughter was
clinically depressed.
Was she being treated for depression?
Yes.
She was
on antidepression medication.
She also did a lot
of group therapy.
She kept trying
different ones,
but there were a few
that she stuck with.
We'd like the names
of the doctors
and also the groups
that she was attending.
[Cell phone rings]
Excuse me for a sec.
I'll get that information.
Hey, Astrid.
Are you at the Walsh house?
Yeah, why?
Well, Walter's got some theory.
He needs you to speak
to Mrs. Walsh.
Okay.
What's he need?
Amanda's schedule,
her psychiatrist,
the group
she was going to.
If there's anything else
I can do...
Actually there is.
That was Astrid on the phone.
Mrs. Walsh, we'd like to ask
your permission
to exhume your daughter's body.
You can't.
I know that it's
an awful thing to ask.
No, it's...
it's not possible.
Walter.
Here she is.
I hope there's a good reason
for this,
given all that family's
already had to suffer.
There's a good reason.
Oh, Walter, come on.
Oh, my God.
That's a person.
No, not at all.
I suspect
it's some kind of hardwood,
cherry,
maybe mahogany,
and concrete.
Are you sure?
I know that
these are not human cremains.
If that's not her,
then where's her body?
Likely with the rest
of her organs.
I believe whoever
is stealing these organs
is trying to put this girl
back together again.
[Exhales]
It's gonna be good
for you, very good.
We need to keep
your body strong, don't we?
♪ ♪
(Astrid) So the funeralhome
didn't report it.
You're kidding me.
Okay, thanks.
Broyles just confirmed
your suspicion.
Amanda Walsh's body was stolen
before it could be cremated,
and the funeral home
covered it up.
Apparently stealing bodies
is not all that unusual.
Of course not.
The theft of corpses
is a time-honored tradition.
Tradition?
My dear, we've been stealing
from the dead for as long
as we've been burying them.
Perhaps longer.
In the 1800s, grave robbery
was the primary means
that doctors and scientists
had of obtaining
human cadavers for study.
In fact,
the practice was so common
that it inspired
the Gothic novel Frankenstein.
You may have heard of it.
You don't really believe
that it's possible
to bring a dead person
back to life, do you?
No, but not for lack of trying.
Belly and I dabbled
in that arena for years.
But alas,
we never could revive Yatsko.
Peter just loved
that cocker spaniel.
Feel that.
Finally some stiffness.
Okay, I've removed anyone
who doesn't have
a medical
or a scientific background.
What about this guy?
Ellis Rourke.
What group was he in?
Uh, general depression.
He and Amanda were in it
together for almost a year.
Okay.
Hit me.
Age 36, majored in biology,
has an anger-management
problem,
arrested twice for battery.
No, whoever's doing this
isn't driven by anger.
Colonel Broyles asked me
to drop these records off.
Okay. Thank you.
I got it.
Oh, Amanda was also
in a cognitive behavioral group.
It focused on ways
to cope with depression.
You'd think that someone
who was working that hard
at being okay
would get some sort of payoff.
Well, it doesn't always work
like that.
I think I got something.
Simon Waylan, age 29.
Says here that he is socially
and sexually incompetent.
No, it doesn't fit the profile.
All right, I-I appreciate
that profiling
is one of your specialties,
but you could at least listen
to what I have to say before
you just dismiss it out of hand.
Well, he's not the guy
we're looking for.
So what am I missing?
What do you mean?
You said that we're looking
for somebody who knows Amanda...
A loner type who has
difficulty making friends,
who more than likely
has parents
who are either living
far away or are deceased,
which would bring me
to Simon Waylan.
29 years old,
computer programmer, bachelor,
lives alone,
also just happened to leave
the emergency-contact
sheet blank.
Therapist says
that he displays symptoms
of narcissistic
personality disorder,
which means caring
about other people
is not exactly his strong suit.
Look, I'm sorry,
but he's not the guy.
Right.
So why not?
Profiling is not just
about checking off the facts.
You have to weigh them.
You got to feel it in your gut.
So what don't you feel...
He doesn't love her.
Whoever's out there
fighting to give Amanda
back her life,
even though she chose
to end it, loves her.
Okay?
Okay.
I'm sorry.
Don't be.
Let's just move on.
What is it?
Roland David Barrett...
Worked in animal research.
But...
It's not him.
He dropped out of the group
last spring.
When last spring?
Last session was...
April 10th...
The day that Amanda
committed suicide.
Barrett is the only son
of Nathaniel Barrett,
heir to the Stanfield
Chemical fortune.
Ten years ago,
after his father passed away,
Roland inherited everything.
Does his post-doctoral work
on cell decay and regeneration,
but then quit abruptly
because of an onset
of severe depression.
Then four years ago,
he picks up his scientific work
at the Duk-Hee
Genetic Institute...
part of an international team.
There are hundreds
of different researchers
working on it,
but according to this,
Barrett's research
contributed to the creation
of synthetic life
on the cellular level.
I wonder
if he could actually do it.
What?
Reanimation.
[Monitor beeps]
[Flatline]
Okay.
[Gasping]
[Wheezing]
Amanda?
Amanda, it's me.
It... it's me, Roland.
You... you made
a terrible mistake.
But it's okay now.
You're back.
I always told you
I'm gonna be there for you,
the way you were there
for me, remember?
[Gasps]
It's okay.
Hey, hey.
Hey, look at me.
Look at Roland.
Look at me.
[Breathing deeply]
Oh... oh, no.
[Banging at door]
(Man)
FBI! You're surrounded.
All teams move out!
Go! Go! Go!
[Footsteps approaching]
Move, move!
(Agent)
Clear!
[Indistinct shouting]
(Technician) Go ahead andstart
a "V" series.
[Indistinct chatter]
[Distant thud]
[Grunts]
[Gun ***] Where is she?
Downstairs.
Clear.
[Rustling]
I was trying
to correct a wrong.
She made a mistake.
What was
your relationship to her?
I just wanted her
to have another chance.
I wanted her to live a life.
Her eyes.
When I looked into her eyes...
It wasn't Amanda.
I don't know
what I brought back,
but I know..
It... it wasn't her.
Is she dead?
Yes, she's dead.
[Siren wailing]
[Indistinct radio chatter]
You know what I need
after a day like today?
For most people,
it would be a drink,
so I'm guessing...
strawberry milkshake...
I can do that.
With extra whipped cream.
Don't push it.
Olivia?
Are you okay?
What is it?
You know what Barrett said?
He said that he looked
into her eyes,
and he knew that it wasn't her.
Olivia...
I understand the facts.
I know that she had reams
of information about me
and about my life
and about the people
that were close to me.
And I understand
that if she slipped up
that she would have a completely
reasonable explanation for it.
And I guess to expect you
to have seen past that
is perhaps asking
a little bit too much.
But when I was over there,
I thought about you.
And you were just a figment
of my imagination.
But I held onto you,
and it wasn't reasonable,
and it wasn't logical,
but I did it, so...
Why didn't you?
She wasn't me.
How could you not see that?
Now she's everywhere.
She's in my house, my job,
my bed, and I don't want
to wear my clothes anymore,
and I don't want to live
in my apartment,
and I don't want to be
with you.
She's taken everything.
[Sighs]
I'm sorry.
[Dialing cell phone]
I have arrived.
Yes.
I am looking at him
as we speak.
He is still...alive.
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