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(Announcer)
Previously on Fringe...
In the dreams
that you were having,
the ones that I'm in,
did you feel like you knew me?
You're a stranger.
What would I feel?
Clearly,
I'm in the wrong place,
and all the people
that I know and love
are somewhere else.
Now I just gotta figure out
how to get back home.
(Broyles)
In the meantime,
I can make it more comfortable
while you're here.
It's deja vu.
I just wanted to
check in with you.
It can be kind of
overwhelming.
- I'm not freaked out.
- Good.
So what were these trials
all about, anyway?
Walter and William Bell
thought that children
had extrasensory
capabilities.
And so they
experimented on kids.
Some of the children
didn't handle
the Cortexiphan
as well as you did.
Some had adverse
reactions...Emotionally.
You were
always the strongest.
[Door squeaking]
[Door squeaking]
[Car horn honking]
[Bell ringing]
Uh, I called in a prescription
just a little while ago.
- Olivia Dunham?
- Yes.
This is your last refill
so have your doctor call in
a new prescription
for next time.
Yeah.
I was hoping I wouldn't
need these anymore.
Thanks.
- Have a good night.
- Yeah.
[Overlapping chatter,
laughter]
Hey.
Hey.
This is bizarre.
Well, I just, uh--
I was on my way home,
and I only live a few
blocks from here.
I didn't know that.
So you're just
heading home now?
Well, from a walk.
I had a migraine.
And you know,
fresh air helps. You?
Well, as far as 24-hour
dining goes,
this place is
better than most.
In fact, they make
a pretty good cup of coffee
if you wanna join me.
You haven't slept
in how long?
Since I got here.
That's a long time.
It's hard...
adjusting to a new city.
Yeah, I can imagine.
You remember a couple weeks ago
you asked me if I was--
Freaked out?
I used to believe
just a few months ago
that, uh, I understood
the world we lived in.
I mean, there were basic truths
that I thought were...
Well...True.
I used to sleep
like a baby.
Blissful ignorance.
You know, eventually
it will just become your life.
Is that what happened
with you?
Yeah.
Uh, sort of.
[Cell phone ringing]
- Hey.
[Woman on phone] Hi, babe.
Are you close?
Yeah, sorry.
I'm almost there.
I took the shortcut
behind the theater.
All right.
You okay?
Ugh, no.
I feel like
I'm being followed.
What? By who?
I don't know!
I don't know.
I'm sure it's just
my imagination.
Where are you?
I'm calling the police.
No, Meg, it's fine!
I'm two blocks away from Willow.
[Line dead]
Hello?
[Cell phone beeps]
[Puddle splashes]
[Cell phone rings]
- Meg?
Cops are on their way.
No, it's okay.
It's okay.
I'm here.
I'm ho--
[siren]
[Chatter on police radio]
This is Grant.
I need an ambulance
at 1625 Willow.
[On radio]
10-4. Copy location.
Dear God,
what happened to this guy?
Is he alive?
What the hell was that?
What?
What are you shooting at?
- I don't know.
- Jack!
Freeze! Ma'am!
Ma'am, stay back
Jack!
- He's my husband!
- Ma'am stay back!
Jack!
Let me go!
♪ Fringe 4x07 ♪
Wallflower
Original Air Date on November 18, 2011
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
♪ ♪
You gotta love this assignment,
right, Tim?
I mean, where else
can you find baked goods,
car parts, and video games
all under the same roof?
Yes, sir.
Sir? I'm moving up
in the world.
Did Broyles tell you
to call me that?
Keep that level
of formality.
That way, you don't get attached
to your prisoner.
You're not my prisoner.
So what, then you're
my bodyguard?
Maybe just imagine
I'm a friend.
Yeah, 'cause
every 32-year-old man
needs a friend to chaperone him
while he's underwear shopping.
You know what,
that reminds me, uh--
Agent Broyles told me
to tell you
that he has authorized you
a $200 week allowance.
$200? Big spender.
[Sigh] The only other thing
I need is safety glasses.
- You see 'em?
- Nope.
Here we go.
[Laughs] Here,
let me give you a hand.
I'll get it.
Thanks.
- What was that about?
- Nothing.
Just figured I'd help.
You really think
I'd hurt a kid?
I've been instructed to limit
your interaction with civilians.
It's not personal.
You know, I've been
investigating Fringe Events
for three years--I never thought
I'd become one.
Like I said,
it's not personal.
[Siren bloops]
(Broyles)
Victim's name is Jack Zoephel.
At approximately 3:30 a.m.,
his wife placed a call to 911.
He believed
he was being followed home.
His wife was on the phone
with Jack when he was attacked.
The police arrived
less than two minutes
after the call was placed.
When they got here,
he was already dead.
I'm assuming he didn't
look like this
before he left
for the night?
No.
Walter's gonna
love this.
What's with
all the broken glass?
That uniformed officer
believed he was shooting
the perpetrator.
So he can identify the guy?
Not exactly.
So you shot at nothing.
I was just spooked, is all.
You unloaded
your entire clip.
I don't know
what to tell you.
I overreacted.
I'm willing to bet
that you don't want to risk
telling us what happened
because you're concerned
about your reputation.
You don't need to be.
Whatever you saw,
however bizarre it is,
we need to know
what it was.
I don't even know
how I'm gonna begin
to file a report
for this case.
Well, we'll
take care of that
if you just tell us
what you saw.
I didn't see anything,
exactly.
But I--I felt something.
Like what?
A ghost?
You said ghost, not me.
His neck is broken.
[Walter, on phone]
Could have happened post-mortem.
[Mouth full]
Cause of death could be due
to rapid [Indistinct].
Walter, I can't
understand you, wha--
are you eating?
Onion rings from Sully's.
Double-dipped
in beer batter.
Fantastic.
He could have died
from a rapid spike
of adrenaline
associated with fear.
Could be why
he's white as a sheet.
What are you saying--
that he was scared to death?
Walter, that's just
an old wives tale.
Where's your imagination?
You must have been
a very boring child.
I'm ignoring that.
[Static]
[Grunts]
Did Walter
have any theories?
Uh, a few.
But until he runs
some tests,
he's not gonna know
anything for sure.
Can I ask you something?
All the things
that we see...
Like this...
Does it ever get to you?
Yes.
Every day.
If I wasn't seeing
the agency shrink,
my head would have exploded
a long time ago.
It's not like I can
talk to family or friends.
I mean...
Well, who do you talk to?
No one.
I'm starting to think
that that's weird.
That's just not normal,
is it?
We can rule out ghosts.
What makes you say that?
Ghosts don't bleed.
[Liquids bubbling]
[Gasping]
[Panting]
[Tone, bell dings]
[Tone]
[Bell dings]
[Tone]
[Doors rattle open]
[Bell dings]
(Man) Hi. How's the morning
treating you?
Pretty good,
and yourself?
(Man)
Not too bad.
Glad the hot weather's
starting to turn.
Me too.
Fall's my favorite.
I love how
the leaves change colors.
[Tone]
After you.
(Man) So, do you have big plans
for the weekend?
There have been three bodies
similar to this one
found in
the surrounding area
over the past two weeks.
And why is this the first
we're hearing of it?
Before they ran
the medical records,
the police just assumed
that all the victims
were suffering
from Albinism.
It's more common
than people think.
I guess.
Any luck?
Well, so far, I've checked
law enforcement databases,
including Interpol,
but it's possible
that this person's DNA
is not in any
criminal database.
What about hospitals?
That's my next move.
(Walter)
We call them albinos,
but the Kishwahili tribe
from Tanzania
called them "Zeru."
Which is also the word
for "ghosts."
Witch doctors from there
sometimes used body parts
from albinos
in potions for good luck
or fortune.
- That's...
- Grisly?
Yeah, I'd say that.
You found something?
Yeah.
There's a mucous-like
substance
on the body,
a residue.
From something
in particular?
Uh-huh.
They're chromatophore cells
you find them
in octopi, chameleons.
Cells that
have the ability
to translocate
pigment in the body.
It's what certain
creatures use
to blend into
their backgrounds.
I just got a positive I.D.
on the blood sample.
Do we have a name?
Uh-huh.
Baby boy Bryant.
According to this,
the blood sample
we found at the crime scene
belonged to a baby
born on July 26, 1989,
at Parkview Hospital
in New York.
And he died
four days later--
July 30, 1989.
(Walter) Well, that's quite
a quandary.
Perhaps we're looking
for a ghost after all.
(Lincoln) They started automating
their records 20 years ago.
Here it is.
"Baby boy Bryant.
Born 26 July, 1989."
Gosh, they didn't even
give him a proper name.
Infant born with
an unclassified genetic variant.
Over ten specialists
examined him.
No one could diagnose him.
No medical precedent found.
You okay?
Yeah, I just started
to get another migraine.
I can do it.
I know you can,
but you don't need to.
Thanks.
I'll get you some water.
So this baby
was a mystery.
Says he died
from complications
of his genetic
abnormality
on the 30th of July,
1989.
Which we already knew.
Thank you.
Okay, Dr. Blake West
and Teresa Jaffee, RN.
See, I wonder
if either of them
are still working here.
(Lincoln)
Ms. Jaffee,
is this your signature
on the death certificate?
(Jaffee)
Yes.
(Olivia) Can you tell us
what you remember
about baby boy Bryant?
I was in the delivery room
when he was born.
He was so...pale.
When Dr. West
held him up,
the lights in the O.R.
burned his skin.
We had to put him
in a special ward
with no windows
and no lights.
So when Dr. West told me
that the baby had died,
I was relieved that he
wasn't suffering anymore.
What is it?
I've never
told anyone this.
As they carried him out...
I thought I heard him cry.
It was faint.
But I thought
I heard him.
I assumed
I had imagined it.
Do you remember
where he was taken to?
It was a private
insurance company.
Um, something like...
Cilas or...
Cyrpo, uh...
Cyprox?
Yes. That's it.
Cyrpox, Incorporated.
I was told
they'd be handling
the autopsy.
Thank you so much
for your help.
Okay.
How'd you know Cyprox?
Because they paid
my mother's medical bills
while she was dying
of cancer.
And Cyprox
was a subsidiary
or a larger company
called Kelvin Genetics.
Why do I have
a bad feeling about this?
Because Kelvin Genetics
became Massive Dynamic.
"Cyprox, Inc."
It's been years
since I heard that name.
We have reason
to believe
that Cyprox, Inc.
abducted an infant
from a hospital
22 years ago.
I'm afraid
your suspicions are true.
What can you tell us
about him?
The boy had an unidentified
genetic abnormality.
He would have died
within a matter of days.
But this same
genetic deformity
made him suitable
for some...
genetic experimentation.
Walter discovered
specific animal cells
on the body that we found.
Chromatophores.
The nature of the boy's
cellular abnormality
allowed those cells to be
implanted into his system,
making him able to blend
into his surroundings.
Making him a perfect
spy or soldier.
Well, there were
military applications, yes.
Unexpectedly,
the experiment
also allowed
this child to survive.
Something about
the chromatophores
offset his very fragile
condition.
And you knew about this?
No.
This was a satellite
research facility,
one of dozens.
Neither Dr. Bell nor I
had any specific knowledge
of what was going on.
Now, I'm not trying
to justify what was done.
I'm just saying
that this child would have died
had he not been
part of that program.
Maybe that would have
been better.
I think I'll send the boy's
files over to Walter's lab,
maybe there's something
in them that can help.
If you didn't
know about him,
how are you so
familiar with all this?
There was a fire in the lab
ten years ago.
And we assumed
that all the subjects
had died in that fire.
That was the first time
that William and I
ever learned of Eugene.
Eugene?
Well, that's what
the researchers called him.
"U-gene."
Short for
"unknown genetic disorder."
His entire life,
he didn't have a proper name.
We assumed that he'd died.
And, as you can imagine,
it was impossible to prove.
So...
Now it seems
as if we were wrong.
[French vocal music playing]
♪ ♪
Ziggy?
[Clicks tongue]
Ziggy?
Here, kitty, kitty.
Ziggy?
Where are you?
[Door opens and closes]
[Knock on door]
- Hey.
- Hey.
Come in.
Sorry it took Broyles
so long
to sign off
on this stuff.
I was starting
to get worried.
For all your help
the other day,
I'm surprised he didn't
give you a badge.
Thank you.
That's my job.
No, no, I mean...
Thank you for treating me
like a human being.
I haven't been
getting that a lot lately.
I appreciate it.
So you really think
it'll get you back
to where you came from?
The machine
was powerful enough
to snap me
out of my timeline.
Stands to reason
that it's powerful enough
to snap me back in.
I suppose
that makes sense.
I hope so.
My best chance
of getting back home.
Alt universes,
different timelines.
Olivia says that,
eventually,
all of this is going
to seem run of the mill.
Which, frankly,
I'm having
a hard time believing.
It's insane how
none of this phases her.
She's made quite
an impression on you, huh?
I've never met
anyone like her before.
[Chuckles]
Yeah, I know
what you mean.
You were together,
weren't you?
You and Olivia.
Uh, back where
you came from.
Yeah, we are.
Uh, I'm--I'm sorry.
- I didn't mean to--
- No, no, no.
It's okay.
The Olivia
you're talking about...
That's not my Olivia.
[Cell phone ringing]
[Beep]
This is Agent Lee.
I'll be right there.
I need to go.
Walter has something
to show us.
No problem.
See you later.
[Door shuts]
Oh, good, you're here.
I want to show you something.
Is that an octopus?
Charming, isn't she?
Brilliant,
creative creatures.
You know, they
actually do build gardens.
And colored rocks
and plants and shells,
and even garbage.
They arrange them
around their caves.
And they're like chameleons.
(Astrid) Hey, Walter,
why did we just
get a bill for $818...
You know I'm gonna be the one
to take the blame for this.
Tell Agent Broyles that...
Science has no price tag!
I'm sure he'll be
very pleased to hear that.
Uh, Nina sent over
some files for you.
Thank you.
Eugene.
Fascinating story.
Walter, do you
think that Eugene
is trying to make himself
visible?
That he's killing people
in order to steal
their pigment?
Is that even possible?
It's possible,
of course.
Leprechauns are possible.
That would explain
the mucous
on the victim's body.
I didn't understand
what it was,
but it must be acting
as some kind of conductor.
And that's how Eugene's
chromatophores
are absorbing
the victim's pigment.
To overcome
what's been done to him
would require a considerable
amount of pigment.
Walter, you're saying
that if I'm right--
Yes.
I'm afraid you'll be
finding a lot more victims.
[Car alarm beeps]
[Engine starts]
[Grunting]
[Gagging]
(Walter)
Everyone, come quickly!
[Chuckling]
I have two pieces
of news.
First, he's dying.
Who's dying, Walter?
Our suspect.
The chameleon man.
[Chuckling]
I've spent
the last few hours
recreating
what we believe
our young man
is doing to himself, and,
assuming you're right,
Olivia,
and he's trying to
re-pigmentize himself, then...
Is that a word,
"re-pigmentize"?
Well, go on, Walter.
What is he trying
to do to himself?
Well, the condition he was
born with was killing him.
If he is now attempting to
reverse what was done to him,
to make himself normal...
Or what was normal to him...
Then he is, in fact,
committing suicide.
So you're saying
he's poisoning himself?
In a sense, yes.
His body's reverting
to the deadly condition
that he came
into the world with.
[Chuckles]
Although...
He may not
be aware of it.
Well, how long
until he dies?
Oh, don't worry.
John here will be fine.
Uh, I don't think
Olivia meant the mouse.
The human?
Well, I can't say.
I suppose it depends
on how successful he is.
[Phone ringing]
Okay, well, that
doesn't change anything.
We still
have to find him.
Well, how do we
find something we can't see?
[Gasps]
That was the second thing
I had to tell you.
[Click]
Ultraviolet light.
Come on, Yoko,
where are you?
(Lincoln) She's been there
the whole time?
That was Broyles.
They found another body.
[Chatter on police radio]
I was just
starting my shift
when I saw the body.
I didn't know what it was
at first, all pale and white.
It took me a while
to see it was Mr. Ryerson.
Are the surveillance
cameras functional?
Yeah, just installed
a few weeks ago.
There's been
some break-ins recently.
And you say that
nobody left the building?
There's an emergency alarm
on the back door,
and you were at the front door
the whole time?
You never walked away,
not even to go to the bathroom?
No, and I watched
the security footage again,
just to make certain.
This is going
to sound odd.
Even though you didn't
see anyone,
did any of the exterior
doors open on their own?
[Chuckles]
What are you looking for?
[Barking]
Lieutenant Broyles,
the dog has got the scent!
(Olivia)
Where does that door lead?
To the upper levels!
Are there any building exits
on the floors?
- No!
- Sir, he could still be up there.
Lock this place down.
I need every available unit
to the Elmwood Apartments.
[Dog howling]
[Barking]
Lieutenant Broyles...
Last floor's evacuating.
Have they been instructed
to leave their doors open?
Mm-hmm.
Okay, shut it down.
Everything
but the elevators.
Shut down as planned.
Over.
[Man on walkie-talkie]
Code four.
My men are ready.
Okay.
You take your team down
and clear
the parking garage
and the basement.
I'm gonna take
one dog team
up to the highest floor,
work our way down.
You start here.
We'll meet in the middle.
Okay.
You guys come with me.
We'll take
the north stairwell.
[Indistinct radio chatter]
[Bell dings]
[Indistinct chatter
from agents]
[Indistinct chatter
from agents]
(Olivia)
This is taking too long.
Let's split up.
Go.
I'll take this floor.
(Agents) Let's make sure
he copies it.
We've got a scent.
Right there,
right there.
Yeah.
Just a couple more.
Uhh!
[Gasping]
[Dogs barking]
[Indistinct chatter
from agents]
(Lincoln on walkie-talkie)
Olivia, do you read?
Uhh!
False lead.
It's just a shirt.
[Olivia grunting]
Olivia, can you read me?
Olivia?
Come in!
[Gasping]
Help me, please.
You understand right now
how important it is
to be seen.
[Grunting]
Your life
depends on it.
Me seeing you
right now.
[Grunting]
[Gun ***]
Okay, just wait.
Listen, you're dying.
Whatever it is that
you're doing to yourself,
it's killing you.
Just--please let us--
let us try and heal you.
I don't think you're
here to help me heal.
Not after what I've done.
If you're here
to help me,
it's because I have value
to the military,
and they don't want
the long-lost experiment 69545
to self-destruct!
Not when they
found him again.
We have nothing to do
with the military.
I am just here
to stop the killing.
All my life...
I've been watching them
live theirs.
Watching them...
Fall in love.
To be looked upon
by the right person...
to connect...
and to see in their eyes
kindness.
Happiness.
And...
Recognition.
That's when you exist.
[Lee on walkie-talkie]
Liv! Please respond!
Are you okay?
There is a scientist
who I work with for the f.B.I.
He works out of
a Harvard lab.
Now, if anyone can hope
to undo what
they've done to you--
I lived my life in a lab!
I am not going back!
If you treat yourself again,
even once,
it could kill you.
[Dogs barking]
Olivia!
Where are you?
[Dog barking]
Olivia!
She's in here!
He's got my gun.
[Dog barking]
[Overlapping chatter
from agents]
Spencer, come in.
Agent Broyles.
We've got nothing.
(Olivia) And the dogs have been
through every floor twice.
He's gone.
[Sighs]
Let's get these people
into their homes.
Let 'em in!
[Indistinct crowd chatter]
[Dog barking]
[Man on walkie-talkie]
Sir.
Go ahead.
You're gonna
want to see this.
There's a sub-basement
where all the pipes run.
It's designed
as a service bay.
This is his home.
These items must belong
to all the residents.
Like he kept
a small token
from each
person's life.
He was watching them.
Looks like you were right.
He was trying
to cure himself.
Well, this isn't
about curing himself.
This is about being seen.
[Bell dings]
I thought you weren't
coming today.
I see you every day.
I-I thought you might
have caught the cold
that's been
going around.
No.
Well, that's good, then.
It's too beautiful a day
to be sick.
The most beautiful.
[Tone]
My name is Eugene.
I'm Julie.
[Tone]
I thought
you should know
that we found
Eugene Bryant's body.
So it's over.
Well, thank you.
When you could have
called to tell me that.
All he wanted
was to be like...
Everyone else.
But how could he?
He'd never be
like anyone else.
Not after
what they did to him.
So you're thinking about
what was done to you.
You know, even with
my colleagues,
I'm different.
Things that should
bother me...
Do you think that
it's possible
the Cortexiphan trials
stunted my emotions?
Oh, Olive, you can't let
what happened to you
as a child define you.
And no--the answer
to your question is
you are perfectly normal.
At least as normal
as any of us is normal.
Life is an experiment.
You have to find out
where you belong,
find your own place
in this world.
But shouldn't I know
where that is by now?
Not necessarily.
I mean, before you and your
sister came to live with me,
my life was work.
And I didn't think
that I could find the time
or the room
for you girls in my life.
Now, I can't imagine what
my life would have been like
if I hadn't
taken that risk.
Now, when the time is right,
you'll know.
Hey.
Hey.
What's this?
I got you something.
Just trust me.
I'm gonna get going.
Broyles is letting me
use the lab.
Hey.
Hey.
Is that
our paperwork?
Yep...Just finished.
Thank you.
Guess we can put
this case on the list
of things that makes it
hard for you to sleep.
That list is getting longer.
Well, maybe if you
find yourself, uh,
at the diner tonight,
say, around 3:00 a.m.,
I might, uh,
I might see you there.
I'll see you then.
Maybe.
[Door unlatches]
[Device beeping]
Clear.
Should we move her
to the bed?
No need.
She's not gonna remember
the last two hours,
anyway.
When she wakes up,
she's gonna have
one hell of a headache.
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