There is an infinite number of Universes,
and in each of them, there is a version of us.
Previously, on Fringe...
Just because you walked in my shoes,
don't you think for a moment
that you know me.
You are just incapable of trust.
Coming from the person who kidnapped me
and stole my life.
I have torn holes in both the Universes
so that we can begin to work together to fix--
You were right. They don't remember Peter.
He served his purpose.
The timeline has been rewritten,
and yet, traces of him continue to bleed through.
He was here, and then he was gone.
I saw him!
Tell me about the day the picture was taken.
I think I was six years old.
We'd go camping...
In the White Mountains in the summer.
Who took the picture?
My mom.
I remember she was laughing.
Do you have a good relationship with her?
I miss her very much.
Ah, ah, ah.
Let's go...
Back to the picture.
And tell me what else happened that day.
We begged her...
Take your time.
It's almost over.
My brothers and I...
We begged her to keep it.
We wore her down.
She said yes.
We named him Fred.
How did that make you feel?
Happy.
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Let me tell you about them.
They are horrid creatures.
Vile.
Part organic tissue, part machine.
It's like everything from over there.
They are loathsome.
Hateful.
Contemptible.
Contemptible?
Is he doing the synonym thing again?
Uh, he was telling me about the shape-shifters,
and now he's moved on
to the other Universe in general.
Immoral.
Evil.
Walter, we have been over this.
What is in the past is in the past.
We have agreed to move forward.
Even I don't have drugs strong enough to forget
they kidnapped Olivia to the other side.
They did?
For weeks, that awful woman
pranced around my lab.
Awful woman?
Uh, the other Olivia. The one from over there.
Oh.
She bought my ignorance with baked goods
while she carried out her plan
to steal pieces of the machine
with the--that damn Portuguese sweet bread.
You mean the machine that created the bridge?
Yes.
But that was not their intent.
What they expected
was for our world to be destroyed.
Annihilated--
Walter.
It did not happen.
That doesn't mean that I have to like them.
There's another mirror in the back storage cabinet.
Kennedy, help me.
Lincoln.
Thank you.
No problem.
Quickly!
♪ ♪
Morning.
Hi.
What's with the redecoration?
Walter.
Hey, don't look at me like I have
some reasonable explanation.
It's Walter.
Is Lincoln here already?
Mm-hmm.
You did tell him he could come by
to learn about shape-shifters, right?
Mm-hmm, but I didn't think that he would beat me in.
Well, he just lost his partner.
Plus he is new in town.
He doesn't know anybody.
He's probably a little lonely.
No.
Not going to happen.
Why not? He's cute.
Because if I went out with him,
then I would start having second thoughts,
like I always do,
and then he would get hurt,
and then my workplace would become awkward.
And you know what? He's not even my type.
Do you ever think that maybe your type
just doesn't exist?
Dunham.
I'll be right there.
23 victims we know of,
all following the same M.O.
He drills into the back of the skull
to access the brain.
The tissue was punctured and exposed
to localized electrical charges.
But that's not what killed them.
The official cause of death:
Cerebral hypothermia.
A chemical agent was used
to lower the brain's temperature.
They froze from the inside out.
23 murders. Why haven't I heard of them?
Because these crimes weren't committed over here.
We've been asked to assist on this case.
Is that gonna be a problem?
Initiate scan.
Scan complete.
22 murders,
killer didn't leave a single clue.
Then, on the 23rd, we found a stray hair.
DNA led us to John Louis McClennan.
No prior arrests. "Show me" is up to date.
Once we I.D.'d him,
we went to his house, ready to apprehend him,
but he didn't show up.
- He's disappeared. - He was ahead of you.
With a 220 IQ, I imagine he's way ahead of us.
Five years we've been looking for this guy.
He was sloppy once.
He's not gonna make the same mistake again.
So what do you need from us?
We need you
to escort the John Louis McClennan
from your side over to ours.
Why?
To what end?
We're hoping that he can give some insight
into our Mr. McClennan.
Look, I understand that they have the same DNA--
I know all the reasons why not to do this.
I've been through them all with my own Colonel Broyles.
Frankly, we've got no options.
Okay, well, why don't you just interview him over here?
Because we want him to see where the killer was living.
If--if he can, uh,
interact with the space, study his belongings,
he can glean something that we can't.
Well, you hope he can.
Well, I lived in your apartment,
and I picked up a lot of things about you.
Will you excuse us a moment?
Okay, I get it.
The accord was necessary.
But this-- this is different.
Olivia, stop.
Saving people's lives is important.
Of course it is.
But--but I mean, have we even thought this through?
I mean, how can we both--
It's really not that complicated.
Chain of command is simple.
Over here, we're in charge. Over there, they are.
It is only simple if there's trust.
What about that tech we gave them
that we took from the human shape-shifter?
I mean, have we even heard back?
Their science division is still working on it.
I haven't forgotten about that.
Look.
I know this is difficult for you.
If there was any other way to execute this,
I'd ask someone else.
Okay, how is this even gonna work?
Are we prepared to start telling civilians
about the parallel Universe?
No. No, we don't tell him anything.
Professor McClennan won't have to know
where he's been taken.
He's a professor?
And over there he's a serial killer?
And we're counting on similarities?
On our side,
McClennan teaches Forensic Psychology
at West Connecticut College.
His area of study: Serial killers.
Look, I don't know if this is gonna work.
But maybe it's not so far-fetched, either.
Uh, I'm surprised.
Read my article.
I'm--I'm working on a follow-up, actually.
I don't think that we can underestimate
the role that empathy plays
in the structuring of the self,
or--or the lack thereof.
I've profiled before for law enforcement,
but I should say that, uh,
this is the first time with the FBI.
Are you willing to participate?
Agent Dunham, I have been working towards this
my entire life.
There's a reason that we've kept this out of the media.
This case is highly classified.
Okay.
And one of the things that you are not able to know
is where we're going.
Do you have any allergies to tranquilizers?
What happened to blindfolds?
Well, it's a long journey, and I assure you,
it'd be more comfortable this way.
Mm.
No.
No allergies.
Come in.
This is Agent Bergmann.
He'll be administering a mild sedative.
Hm. Here's to intrigue.
Okay, thanks.
Are we wired?
Good to go.
Hey, Liv, it's me.
Yeah, come in.
What do you think?
Blond looks good on you.
Yeah, well,
lucky Frank likes the red, huh?
I didn't say I didn't like the red.
You look good in both.
Thank you.
- They're pulling up. - Okay.
Take it all the way down to the county road.
That sounds like a good idea.
All right, let's go. Lock it up.
Thank you.
Moving now.
It's called in--Davidson's available for transport.
Lead vehicle, sat--
Agent Dunham.
We appreciate your help on this.
Hello, Agent Lee.
I button my jacket.
So where do you want me?
We've got audio surveillance in that vehicle.
Mm-hmm.
We'll monitor from there.
Okay, that's fine.
Showtime.
You ready to do this? Yep.
Gotta gas it.
Yeah, yeah. I think it's the right one.
I'll check it out inside.
Yeah, yeah.
Can I do the windows?
I would love it if you would.
Well done, my girl.
That is beautiful work.
You want a snack?
I want chips.
Oh, that is shocking that you want chips.
♪ ♪
Walter.
Walter!
Walter
Do you have any idea how loud that was?
A man may soothe his soul.
Walter, you found that soothing?
Do you have any idea what it cost Mozart
to create that movement?
Walter, stop.
What's wrong with you?
Nothing.
My nerves are a bit raw.
I haven't been sleeping well.
I checked your meds,
and the counts are way off.
You've been overdoing it.
I've been experimenting.
Again.
It's okay.
I'm gonna help you get back on track.
But if there is something else going on,
you need to tell me.
I need to rest. That's all.
Perhaps I'll go lie down.
He needs to feel in control.
Messy spaces bother him.
He's highly intelligent.
Hm. Probably self-taught.
And he's...
Fascinated by the brain.
Germany.
China.
Uh, Thailand.
Yeah, he ordered a lot of parts online from overseas
for the schematics that he designed.
Hm. Mm...
Hm.
What are these for?
We don't know.
He needs to divert himself
from his misery,
so he builds things
to occupy his time.
You hate being out here, don't you?
Why do you say that?
'Cause it would drive her crazy.
I'm fine with it.
Uh, egg hatching lights.
My dad used to work on a farm.
We had chickens for a while.
I don't know what he'd be using this for.
Does anything else stand out to you?
Hm? Mm.
Uh, he's deeply unhappy.
He grew up feeling deprived, and...
Other kids had things, and he--he didn't.
He's trying to make up for it now, but...
He can't.
Dinner's important to him.
He hunts during the day.
He blends into his surroundings.
I have to go to the bathroom.
Okay. Come straight back.
All right? I will.
And don't touch anything you don't have to.
I'll just finish your job for you.
Okay.
What?
The chair.
Uh, we had a set of chairs like that
in--in the house that I grew up in.
That's crazy.
It's exactly the same.
I loved that chair.
Well.
Hm.
Oh, my.
What do you think?
There's too many of them.
They're--they're-- they're strangers to him.
Uh, he--he-- he doesn't know them.
Why have them displayed?
Oh, because he's jealous of them.
Because he...
He hates that they have happy lives.
That's what he looks for.
He takes them when they're happy.
His feelings are all that matter.
He wants to feel better.
Mom?
Mom!
How could he have this?
Do you know that man?
He's my father.
What is this? What--
is--is this some kind of a joke?
No, John, this is not a joke.
Of course not.
No, no, of course not. What the hell is going on here?
Why do you have a picture of my father?
Just calm down.
And the same damn chair from my childhood?
You don't understand.
- It's over. - Don't.
He's my responsibility.
Professor. Professor, wait.
I'm finished here!
Where am I?
See, I should've removed the pictures.
You took a calculated risk.
I thought it would work too.
Broyles didn't want me to do it in the first place,
and Charlie thinks that I'm insane.
Charlie's on a beach sipping Mai-Tais with the bug lady.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Bug Lady.
Right.
Besides, it's not over yet.
I'm gonna go in there.
Give her a minute.
Don't.
In this Universe, some things are the same,
and some things aren't.
People...
make different choices and--
and therefore end up in different places.
I mean, this is...
like a nightmare.
John, anything that you can tell us about him...
Anything will help.
Anything.
I don't just understand him.
I am him.
What's in him is in me.
So what do you mean?
You're not the only one with secrets.
Go on.
For as long as I can remember...
I knew something was wrong with me.
My father--
he knew it too.
He saw the darkness.
He--he used a...
heavy hand to try and fix me.
The brutality of it, I mean,
it was...
I al--I also came from an abusive home.
My--my stepfather w--
It's no mistake that I-I do what I do.
I want to understand myself.
I want to help people like me.
Have you ever acted on it?
No.
But I've wanted to.
What stopped you?
Not what.
Who.
She--she helped me find just small...
moments of peace.
Moments...
That I can hold on to.
- Your mother. - No.
My mother would...
Her--her name was Marjorie.
And what my father did with cruelty
she did with love.
She taught me that I didn't have to live in the darkness.
That when I got the urges,
that I c--I could just step out of it
and into the light.
This--this is crazy.
This--this is--
because sometimes when I, um,
imagine what my life would've been like without her...
This is it.
Can I see you?
I wish I could tell him.
And tell him what?
That it doesn't have to be this way.
That--that there's a way.
That he just had no one
to--to--to, uh, to teach him.
I mean, you said so yourself.
Some things happened...
Some way in this world, and--and--
and some didn't, right?
That may be so.
But John...
He can never know that you exist.
You understand that.
There's no other road for him.
Right.
Her name is Noreen Miller.
32.
Okay, so when did this happen?
She disappeared from a gas station rest stop
about an hour ago.
The security cameras picked up an image of him
just before she disappeared.
There's another victim?
Okay, John thinks he may be able to help you guys find him.
Let's go get him.
- Where is he? - Bathroom.
It's gone.
What's gone?
The photograph of his father.
I take full responsibility, sir.
I'm the senior officer, and--
Sir, Lincoln's just trying to protect me.
This was my idea.
I'm not interested in culpability right now.
Do we have any leads?
We think we know where he's going.
You don't sound entirely convinced.
We--we--
we think that he's trying to find the killer.
And why would he do that?
Because, we believe, he wants to stop him.
We're online.
Professor John McClennan is not from here.
The differences between his Universe and ours
will take him time to comprehend,
which will make it easier to track him.
He does not have a "show me,"
which means his access to public transportation
is restricted.
Although given a psychological profile,
there's a 43.2% chance
that under extraordinary circumstances,
he would be willing to steal someone's identification.
I'd say this is pretty extraordinary.
Initial calculations indicate
that there are 219 potential routes
he could've taken in the time he's been missing,
but the possibilities branch out exponentially
the longer that he's out there.
Even with our facial recognition programs,
going through that much data
is going to take a long time.
How long?
13 hours, plus or minus.
If you're right, Agent Dunham,
then finding Professor McClennan is our best chance
to save Noreen Miller.
Let me know when you have something.
Yes, sir.
I have an idea.
You know, that woman processes more information in an hour
than you and I will in a lifetime,
so if she hasn't thought of it, it's not there.
Yes, but she didn't see the photograph of John's father,
and I did.
Now, John said his father worked as a farmhand,
so if we can trace the farm, then we--
Yeah, but we can't
because John's father didn't own the farm,
so his name wouldn't be on it.
I understand, but in the photograph,
he was standing in front of a tractor
with commercial plates.
Pennsylvania, TR-53-879.
We can trace the registration.
Weir Farm.
Shut down ten years ago, after the Richboro fires.
It's been unoccupied ever since.
Noreen Miller.
Goes without saying, but I'm still gonna say it.
All necessary steps should be taken
to bring her home unharmed.
Any questions?
Let's go.
Ride with me.
It doesn't have to be like this.
You don't have to hurt her.
You're going for your .45 silver.
You keep it in the toolbox.
How did you know that?
What are you?
That's where he kept it.
My dad.
What are you?
I was like you.
And then, one night in October,
I-I went to a fair.
I-I was ten.
And that's the night that my father found
the dead things.
Only I didn't know that yet.
I-I was playing carnival games,
and I-I-I saw him coming toward me,
and then I knew that he knew.
The moment I saw him, I-I knew--
that's my life.
That's what happened to me.
It was the ring toss that I was playing.
Yeah.
Me too.
I hid.
Behind the wagon wheel.
But he found me.
Grabbed me by the collar.
His fingernails cut into my neck.
He dragged me home, and he beat me
for three days straight.
Not me.
I ran.
As far, as fast,
as long as I could.
I woke up in a field,
and this woman...
was standing over me.
Her name was Marjorie.
And because of her, I--
I don't have to do what you do
to stop the pain.
You can't control it.
- If you're like me-- - I can control it.
- It can never stop. - She taught me how.
No.
This is the only way. I do this.
And for a while-- I can stop the urges.
- It's quiet. - No.
I know the screams inside your head
that won't stop.
It's a horrible place to be.
But I can help you.
Like Marjorie helped me.
You can step out of the darkness.
Don't you want the pain to end?
Yes.
I can show you how.
Maybe you can.
What you said to John about your stepfather--
you were trying to open him up, huh?
Yes.
It's also true.
So what happened to him?
My stepfather?
I killed him.
Get a lockdown perimeter going.
Got it.
Ah.
Ah, ahhhhh.
We are ready to begin.
Tell me...
About your happiest memories.
Tell me about Marjorie.
Take the upstairs.
Get the hallway.
We're clear!
Back room's clear!
We got nothing, sir!
We're all clear, sir!
Damn it.
We're in the wrong place.
What are you thinking?
Over there.
There was a structure here.
Um, it could be anything. A shed, a barn.
There's another one.
There was a group of structures here.
This is where the family lived.
How did Marjorie make you feel?
Safe.
She was so kind.
So gentle.
I never understood how someone so beautiful
could love something so dark.
You...
Don't have to do it...
Anymore.
She's sedated, but her pulse is strong.
John, put your hands where I can see them.
I wanted what he had.
What she gave him.
John, put your hands up.
I took her from him.
I shouldn't have.
She made him...
Feel for them.
What have I done to all of them?
Marjorie?
What have I done?
How is the Professor?
There appears to be no permanent damage
to his motor functions or cognitive ability.
He is, however, suffering from partial memory loss.
Partial?
He's unable to recall the events
of the last few weeks.
He has no memory of ever being involved
in this case.
What about Marjorie?
His memories of Marjorie were extracted.
The neurologists believe the loss is permanent.
But for all we know, she's the only thing
that's preventing him from--
I know.
Once he's released,
we'll have to keep an eye on him.
Can I talk to him?
He's been told he was injured doing profiling work
for the FBI.
Okay.
Hi.
Do you remember me?
Nothing at all?
I'm Olivia Dunham.
I'm one of the FBI agents who was working on the case.
They tell me I saved a woman's life.
Yes.
And probably many more.
I came to say thank you.
Just glad I could be of help.
Do you remember Marjorie?
The other agent asked me that too.
No.
But things are pretty dark right now.
Did she have something to do with the investigation?
Sort of.
Feel better soon.
You know what they say.
That even when it's the darkest,
we can step into the light.
He knows what she taught him,
but he can't remember who she is.
How is that possible?
At the risk of sounding sentimental...
I've always thought there were people who leave
an indelible mark on your soul.
An imprint that can never be erased.
Walter, I'm here.
Who are you?
Can you hear me?
I'm right here.
No.
Walter, I'm right here.
No, you're not.
I'm here, Walter.
You--
you're just a fig--
a figment!
Walter, I'm right here.
I'm here, Walter.
Right here.
Walter, I'm here.
Can you hear me? I'm right here.
Walter.
Help me, Walter.
Please help me.
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