Previously on Fringe...
A series of events has occured.
These events appear to be scientific in nature.
It's being referred to as the Pattern.
OLIVIA: He worked out of Harvard.
In an area called Fringe Science.
PETER: You're telling me my father was Dr. Frankenstein.
You were in an accident.
You were missing from your car for at least an hour
before you came crashing back through the windshield.
What if there's a part of my brain
that's trying to protect me?
What's this?
NINA: Sam Weiss.
The man who helped put me back together.
Have the headaches started yet?
- No. - They will.
Hey. None of that vanilla hazelnut crap.
Normal coffee, all right?
I already called it in.
Yes, Colonel?
It's time.
Get to Suburban Station.
He'll be wearing a black trench coat
carrying a black briefcase.
Where are you, Gillespie?
Gillespie, seriously, for the last time,
where are--
Set the briefcase down now.
What's this about?
What did I do?
You give me the briefcase now.
What's the problem here?
I got it under control.
Give me the case.
Hey, stop! You can't do that!
You can't take that!
What-- What's wrong?
Officer, what's the matter?
Aah!
"Fracture"
The rabbit goes around the tree
then through the hole.
Yeah, I know how to tie my shoes.
Knowing how isn't the issue.
You suffered some wicked head trauma.
Don't think about your hands,
don't think about the laces.
Your shoes will get tied just fine.
Yeah, just by magic.
No.
But that would be pretty cool.
You know, what exactly did you do for Nina Sharp?
I taught her how to eat French fries.
You know, pick one up, dip it in the ketchup,
stick it in your mouth, repeat.
Simple enough, unless you've got a cybernetic prosthetic arm.
Nina was a mess.
See, I prefer the bunny ears method
to the one loop wrap.
But it does require more coordination.
You'll get there.
Don't take this the wrong way,
but I can't waste my time.
Are you sleeping at night?
You've got circles around your eyes, pale skin...
You don't get more than two or three hours
at a stretch, do you?
Lingering pain from the accident?
In my leg and my shoulder.
And you say the headaches haven't started yet?
No.
Well, let me know when they do.
You can take the shoes off now, we're done.
That's it?
Yeah, unless you want me to mop up the men's room.
I'm closing now.
Come back tomorrow, Agent Dunham.
We've got work to do.
All right, how about this one?
"Two bedroom, two bath loft in Oak Square.
"Cook's kitchen, hardwood floors,
and a breakfast nook."
Does it face the east?
Uh... no.
Riverview, so it faces north.
Then it won't do.
I need the morning sun.
Fine, how about this?
"Three bedroom duplex in Allston, facing east."
All the morning sun a waking scientist could want.
I never liked Allston.
Arlington either, for that matter.
I'm perfectly happy with our present accommodations.
Well, I'm not, Walter.
I need my own bedroom.
I woke up this morning
to him singing an aria from Pagliacci.
Your father has a wonderful voice.
Not when he's doing jumping jacks.
And did I mention he was naked?
A good morning sets the tone for the day.
Come take a look at this.
I've been running a filter for atypical FBI case reports.
I just got a hit.
Some sort of bomb went off in Philadelphia.
Single explosive device.
11 dead, 28 wounded.
This last part is what caught my eye.
They can't find any explosive residue at the scene.
How's a bomb go off without leaving
any trace of it afterwards?
Shall I get my coat, Peter?
I'll call Dunham.
Agent Farnsworth, get my portable chemistry set.
This means bodies.
TEVEZ: The bomb guys don't know what to make of it.
They say, given the nature of the wounds,
you'd expect an explosive device
filled with nails or steel ball bearings.
But it wasn't.
No. In fact...
there's no forensic markers at all.
OLIVIA: So what about eye witnesses?
TEVEZ: Oh, I've got half a dozen eye witnesses,
but nobody who saw anything helpful.
PETER: huh, it's weird.
This place has major anti-terrorism security.
EMP disabling devices at every entrance,
explosive materials sensors...
We checked, and not a single sensor is tripped.
So what did the surveillance cameras show?
Nothing, nothing but magnetic static.
It seems that whatever
happened in here wiped the images.
Would you mind if we see those tapes?
I'll see what I can do.
Let me guess, you got a friend?
Maybe I do.
FEMALE AGENT: Excuse me, sir?
Do you have a badge?
WALTER: No, I don't have a badge. Do you?
I got it.
Walter...
What's going on?
This rather unpleasant young woman
is interfering with my work.
Is he with you?
Yeah, but don't hold that against me.
We're FBI.
Go ahead.
So? What is it?
Shrapnel, I believe, from the bomb.
Some sort of crystal.
Hard as a diamond.
Salty.
Silica, I guess.
Well, I'll need to examine the rest of the bodies, if--
If that's all right with you, miss.
Thank you.
BROYLES: Agent Dunham...
I spoke with our counter-terrorism analysts.
Mm-hmm?
No one stepped forward to claim responsibility.
And there's been no increase in chatter
- from our usual suspects. - Hey, guys,
I found this wedged in a bench.
It's a badge--Philly P.D., Officer Gillespie.
Were there any police among the wounded
- taken to the hospital? - Mm-mm.
So, where'd he go?
Peter!
I was wrong.
The crystal...
I think it's not geologic in origin,
after all.
In fact, I'm certain it's organic.
OLIVIA: Is that an ear?
Well...
I think Walter might have just
found Officer Gillespie.
This looks like fungiform papillae.
Taste buds.
- Tongue. - Mm-hmm.
Walter, as much as I am enjoying this anatomy lesson,
what exactly are we doing here?
Well, that's obvious, my dear.
We're searching for clues.
Scientific evidence to reveal
what type of device this man was wearing
which caused him to harden, then shatter.
I understand Peter's looking for a new place
for you guys to live.
It occurs to me, Agent Farnsworth,
that I've never asked you where you live.
- Where I live? - Yeah.
Diaphragm.
Well... most of the time I live here.
But my apartment is in Sommerville.
You should go for a walk sometime...
explore the neighborhood.
The other day, I...
turned the wrong way in the street,
and discovered that Busby's...
has the world's best apple fritters.
You see, I have everything I need where we live now.
I know what you mean, Walter.
I'm a creature of habit, too.
Of course, you never would've found Busby's apple fritters
if you hadn't gone the wrong way down a street.
You really should try them, they're quite delicious.
Brain.
SLIM JOE: Okay, that's it.
That's the best I can do.
Well, that must be Gillespie.
But I don't see a bomb.
Then it cuts out.
You know, I told her you were a genius, Joe.
- Don't prove me wrong.
Then you're gonna need a smarter genius.
Do you have any idea how
something like this could happen?
The static? No.
Maybe radio wave interference.
Certain high frequencies can tweak electronic signals.
Look at the time code.
That's about 20 seconds before the bomb went off.
OLIVIA: So why do we lose picture before the explosion?
How's it going, Walter?
Any theories?
Several.
Peter, do you remember that jigsaw puzzle
we put together when you were a kid?
Uh... the jigsaw? No.
As I recall, her name was Melissa... something.
- 500 pieces. - Yes.
Yes, I do remember.
Melissa was a playmate.
Miss July, right?
Putting together a jigsaw
of a nude centerfold was Walter's idea of
how to explain-- What was it?
Human reproduction to his ten-year-old son.
So what does any of that have to do
with the bomb in Philadelphia?
Patience, son.
Voilà.
Meet Officer Gillespie.
Fantastic.
So apart from the obvious,
anything out of the ordinary?
Needle marks between the toes.
It was some form of transformative serum,
I would think.
I can't say what yet.
From his tissues, it appears to cause
a chemical reaction on the cellular level
that both solidifies the water in his cells
and emitted massive energy, which shattered the body.
What are you saying, Walter?
You think he did this to himself?
On purpose?
Well, I stopped counting at 47 needle marks.
I can't imagine it was an accident.
When you think about it...
wearing a bomb is rather unimaginative.
This way, there's no need to smuggle in
an explosive device, because--
Officer Gillespie was the bomb.
Fascinating, yes?
MRS GILLESPIE: We were planning to start a family.
I can't believe he's not coming home.
Dan always came home.
After every shift on the job, two tours in Iraq,
he always came home.
No one would tell me what happened.
Just that it was... some kind of bomb.
We're still investigating.
I'm so sorry.
PETER: Where was he stationed?
In Ramadi.
Did you serve?
No, a civilian contractor, based out of Baghdad.
But from what I remember,
there was heavy fighting in Ramadi.
Was he on any medication,
or under any sort of medical care?
No. No, Dan was healthy.
And I don't understand, what does this
have to do with the explosion?
You all right, Dunham?
Excuse me, do you have a bathroom that I could use?
Yeah, it's down the hall.
PETER: Dunham, you all right?
Mrs. Gillespie, can you tell me what these are?
I don't know.
I've never seen them before.
Dan Gillespie doesn't fit
the profile of a suicide bomber.
Well, how do you explain this stuff?
'Cause I'm assuming it's more than likely
that this is exactly what Walter was talking about.
What turned him into a bomb.
Yeah, well, I can't yet.
But I mean, what makes someone blow themselves up?
Typically, they're either waging a war,
or making a statement.
Dan Gillespie was a decorated cop and soldier,
just getting himself back together.
It doesn't make sense.
Is there anything else on your mind?
Like what?
The headache.
Didn't the doctor say that would happen?
Uh, they said they might.
That it was totally normal.
We should get that back to Walter.
Maybe he can figure out where those vials came from.
- Let me help you with that.
Colonel.
We need to talk, Captain Burgess.
I'm calling you back to active status.
You're going to D.C. on Friday.
Hotel reservations, plane tickets, all--self-explanatory.
Now that phone, keep it with you at all times.
Check in with the hotel,
wait for me to call you with further instructions.
Do you have a cover story prepared for your family?
Yes, sir.
I'll say I'm visiting my sister.
She lives in Georgetown.
Have you been taking the serum?
Yes, sir.
Good, because
from this moment on,
Tin Man parameters are in effect.
So... how'd you know?
- The headaches started. - Mm-hmm.
Well, it's about time.
Can you just cut the Yoda crap
and tell me what's happening to me?
The short version...
The headaches mean you've finally sparked the battery.
You've been experiencing...
an acute nominal aphasia, Agent Dunham.
It's common with head trauma.
Parts of your brain are still asleep.
But once they wake up, all that memory will get flushed out.
- When? - When?
When will I get my memory back?
You know, everywhere you go
the scoring apparatuses have changed.
Computers, no fun.
Here, we do things old school,
with a dull pencil and all your third grade math skills.
You know, this is ridiculous.
I'm not bowling, I can't even walk without this damn cane.
You're not bowling.
I've got a kid's league coming in here,
you're gonna keep score.
How is that gonna help my memory?
I mean, how is that gonna help me at all?
Well, for starters,
it might teach you some patience.
WALTER: Ah, is that food I smell?
Bless you!
Mm-hmm, mm. Mm-hmm.
While examining Officer Gillespie,
I've discovered something else.
Given the amount of serum that we found in his tissue,
and the rate at which it would've metabolized,
I suspect that he would've had to inject it
every day for a very long time.
Well, how long?
At least a year, I would think.
A year?
That would mean Gillespie started injecting
while he was still on his tour in Iraq.
Did his army personnel file come through yet?
I haven't seen it. Let me check though.
Oh, yeah. Interestingly...
When the serum is first introduced or injected,
it's fairly harmless.
But then something else occurs,
a secondary reaction.
Some sort of trigger causes these bombs to blast apart.
The triggers--
Peter...
If you are going to eat that cheeseburger in here,
could you at least be a little discreet?
Fine.
This trigger, could it be a radio wave?
There was some sort of interference
on the security tapes inside the train station.
Most likely caused by radio waves.
Yes. I suppose so.
Peter, I've got Gillespie's military file.
What's 'cyanogen chloride'?
It's a chemical weapon.
His whole unit was exposed to cyanogen.
According to this file,
Gillespie should've died in Iraq.
PETER: Four words that should never show up in a sentence.
"Classified experimental military project."
How much you wanna bet that Tin Man has everything to do
with those injections that Gillespie was taking?
It says here that Project Tin Man was shut down.
Shortly after Dan Gillespie returned home.
And all the names of the U.S. military personnel
associated with the project were redacted from the record.
But it still lists Malik Yusef, Abbas Khalef,
and Howard Ziad as Iraqi doctors
who worked on the program.
Where are they?
Presumably still in the country.
CENTCOM has agreed to look for them,
but it may take a few weeks to track anything down.
I may be able to help.
But I'm gonna need a few things first.
I need to go back to Iraq.
I know somebody who can help us find those doctors.
Seems a long way to go for a maybe.
Well, we have to assume that Gillespie
was not a solitary event.
There may be others out there like him,
walking bombs. We don't have two weeks to wait.
What is it you need?
Private air transportation, $20,000 in cash,
and a passport without my real name on it.
Oh?
I'm still on a couple of watch lists.
Then you're gonna need a federal agent
with you as well.
I'm reluctant to send you, Agent Dunham.
With that said, we need to keep this trip between us.
You look after each other.
You ready for this?
Baghdad, here we come.
Maybe I should wait outside.
Then what would I do?
You're the one with the gun.
Assalam waleikum. (Good morning)
In that case, we speak English.
I need your help, Ahmed.
A U.S. military program named Tin Man.
It's operating out of a hospital in Samarra.
I need to find one of the Iraqi doctors
who was working in that program.
I can pay you, of course.
When I heard you had been killed,
I knew this could not be true.
Because a person like you is good at one thing.
More than anything else, a person like you
is good at looking out for yourself.
Now you are here...
asking for my help?
Yes, I am.
Maybe someone else will want your money.
I don't.
Ahmed...
A lot of innocent lives may be on the line.
I see.
And this is something you care about now?
Yes, I do.
I may be able to save them...
with your help.
What are the names of these doctors?
Have some tea.
I will see what I can do.
You gonna tell me what that was about?
No.
Doctor Bishop,
what did I tell you about experimenting with fruit?
I just cleaned this lab up yesterday.
Relax, my dear.
Just injecting a very small amount
of the serum into the watermelon.
Just to crystallize it.
The serum we found at Gillespie's house
told us how he became a bomb.
But the question remains,
what triggered it?
So you're using radio waves like Peter suggested?
Yes.
Radio waves would also explain the eyewitness reports
of flashing lights at the train station
before the officer exploded.
Quite ingenious, really.
The same principal applied to proximity fuses,
and World War II arial bombs...
In fact, my uncle Henry was killed by one
in the battle of the Guadalcanal.
Oh, Astrid!
This is it!
Quickly, what's the frequency?
331.6 megahertz.
What happened?
It stopped.
I'm not sure.
It works.
No more fruit, Walter.
Ready for something a little harder than tea?
Sure.
Red Russian?
Yeah, mint tea and vodka.
Well, it sounds weird and awful.
Actually, it's worse.
You'll get used to it.
How long were you here?
Which time?
I had to leave a couple of times.
Seems like you made a name for yourself.
I've been known to leave an impression.
To all that's weird.
Doctor Malik Yusef...
Peter Bishop, Olivia Dunham.
Assalam waleikum. (Good morning)
Waleikum assalam. (Good morning)
They consider me a traitor.
We were hoping to ask you some questions
about a program that you worked on.
A program called Tin Man?
No, I do not know anything about this.
YUSEF: The program didn't work, it was too dangerous.
The soldiers had been exposed to a synthetic neurotoxin,
a nerve agent developed under Saddam.
- Cyanogen? - Yes.
We had been trying to find a way to neutralize it
to counteract the affects.
And that's what they called Tin Man?
We had developed a... a treatment.
Daily injections of a serum.
We treated over 200 soldiers.
Only a few of them survived.
We know of one, a Daniel Gillespie.
Daniel, kind man.
Um, over the course of the program,
there were three others.
Do you remember their names?
Of course, I saved their lives.
There was Joan Klump, Ross Cavanaugh, and Diane Burgess.
MR BURGESS: Okay, Diane, you're all set.
Suitcase is at the front door.
Are you sure you don't want me to drive you to the airport?
YUSEF: But it was too dangerous.
The serum had an unintentional byproduct.
We had discovered that after it built up in human tissue.
It reacted in a very unexpected way.
It turned people into bombs.
Yes.
How did you know that?
Doctor Yusef, how many other people knew about this?
Five doctors, a dozen U.S. officers,
and whoever they reported to, I suppose.
Someone is triggering these people to explode.
It could be anyone.
There was a man, a colonel.
When the program was shut down,
he argued it should be continued.
Do you remember his name?
Gordon. Colonel Raymond Gordon.
Shukran, doctor. (Thank you, doctor)
YUSEF: A word of warning...
Gordon is a vicious man.
He has no regard for human life.
You all have briefing packets
in front of you, so I'll just point out the highlights.
Information has come to this agency
that a bomb may be detonated today somewhere in this city.
But in this instance, that bomb is a human being.
Three of the four known operatives of Project Tin Man
have been accounted for.
Daniel Gillespie-- you're all familiar with.
Two others have been taken into protective custody.
Which leaves Diane Burgess.
We believe Captain Burgess traveled to D.C.
this morning, under an alias.
Though we do not have any intelligence
on her potential target.
A bolo has been issued to all metro
and state police in the area.
All potential high-value targets are under close surveillance.
Agent Dunham and I will coordinate
Captain Burgess' apprehension.
- Agent Dunham? - Based on our investigation,
it's likely there is a second suspect
controlling detonation from a remote location.
We believe it's this man, Colonel Raymond Gordon.
The Pentagon lost contact with Colonel Gordon six months ago.
He's off the grid.
Officially designated a rogue operative.
Now based on Dr. Bishop's analysis,
the explosion is triggered by a specific VHF frequency.
Now if we can locate Captain Burgess
in time to get within range,
we may be able to jam the signal and prevent her detonation.
On that point, we suspect that Diane Burgess
is unaware she is being used in a suicide bombing.
Which means that she is also a potential victim here.
We're gonna do everything that we can
to get her back to her family alive.
Diane Burgess has just been located.
She's in a D.C. metro cab.
Dispatchers say she's headed
to the Federal Center Metro Station.
We have time to set up before she arrives.
Our objectives are as follows:
To prevent the detonation of Captain Diane Burgess
and to apprehend Colonel Raymond Gordon.
This is Broyles, go ahead.
Video surveillance and 3-D triangulation model online.
Stand by, we'll wait for Diane Burgess.
Snipers ready.
Target sited,
arriving at Federal Center Station, south portal.
The phone's encrypted, sir.
We can't tap into it.
There's no sign of the colonel outside of the station.
Copy that, keep an eye on it.
Where are we on that signal?
Attempting to acquire signal 331.6 megahertz.
Excuse me, Agent Broyles...
Is there an EMP detection device in this station?
All capitol transportation hubs
had them installed after 9/11.
- What's the problem? - No problem.
It's just that the security device
would scramble all types of radio wave triggers.
That sounds to me like a good thing.
Frequency acquired.
Jamming. Ready.
Prepare to jam the signal.
Stand by to apprehend target.
WALTER: I'm thinking that if the colonel
wants Ms. Burgess inside the building.
Then in order to trigger the explosion,
he must be inside as well.
Which means that once he starts broadcasting,
we should be able to triangulate his position.
But in order to do that,
we would have to leave the frequency open.
We can't jam it.
This could be our only chance
to find Gordon and apprehend him.
TECH: Target's about to enter the station.
Do we move, sir?
I said stand by.
How long from when he activates the signal
until she detonates?
30 seconds, at best.
That should give us long enough to be able to locate him.
All units hold position.
Let the target get into the building.
Go.
Yes, Colonel?
Your contact will be wearing a black trench coat.
I have a briefcase for you.
Accept the briefcase
and proceed by taxi back to your hotel.
- Is that it, sir? - That's it, Captain.
I'll meet you there.
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
BROYLES: According to this schematic,
Diane Burgess should be standing
near the northwest side of the terminal.
We're still waiting for Gordon to activate the VHF signal.
PETER: I got her. She's by the front entrance.
Keep an eye on her.
Do we have anything from Gordon yet?
The signal hasn't been activated yet, sir.
She's on the move.
Still no sign of Gordon.
That--that's it. That's the VHF signal.
She'll detonate in 30 seconds.
Agent, tell me where Gordon is.
Something's wrong.
Sir, the signal's scrambling our equipment.
I can't get a lock on Gordon.
Smart.
BROYLES: The signal is scrambling our equipment.
I think you have something for me.
One Mississippi... Two Mississippi...
30 seconds.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Okay, we've got her
speaking to a man with a briefcase.
It is not Gordon.
Can you get a lock on the signal?
TECH: We can't get a lock.
BROYLES: Then jam that signal.
We're jamming the signal,
I'm not risking these lives to get Gordon.
Sir, it's--it's not working.
The signal's too strong for our equipment.
I'm locked out.
We have a problem.
Dunham, attempts to jam the signal have failed.
She's going to detonate.
We have a problem. The signal cannot be jammed.
I repeat, the signal...
OLIVIA: Peter, I think we just lost radio contact.
- We need to find Gordon. - Copy that.
The trigger's been activated,
we don't have much time.
I don't know who you are.
Oh, my God!
I spotted Gordon.
I'm taking him out.
Ah! Ugh!
Twenty-four Mississippi.
Twenty-five Mississippi.
Twenty-six Mississippi.
We're back online. The signal has stopped.
BROYLES: All agents, move in.
AGENT: FBI!
Ugh!
What's this?
An apartment.
Two bedroom, semi-detached.
Furnished housing for professors.
It's a nice neighborhood.
Down the block from where Belly used to live.
I'll call Broyles, see if we can lease it.
Okay, seven and a quarter inches.
- Hmm. - Why "hmm"?
Well, I think your hand just seems smaller to me.
Okay, we're good.
We're good, what does that mean?
It means that's all for tonight.
Go home.
I just got here.
I know, but I'm tired. It's been a long day.
You look like you could use some sleep yourself.
Come back tomorrow.
By then I'll have found you the perfect bowling ball.
No, you listen to me you son of a bitch.
I am not here to bowl, or to try on shoes,
or to have you play games with my head.
I am here because I was told that you could fix me.
Take care, Agent Dunham.
GORDON: Meanwhile, we go through our lives unaware.
The enemy is among us
and nobody's doing anything about it.
We don't have any idea the end is coming.
So we had to take matters into our own hands.
We had to send them a message.
What was in the briefcase?
They told you I was crazy, didn't they?
The Pentagon.
They said I'd had a psychiatric break.
I told them what I'm telling you.
That they are here.
Collecting data.
Making observations.
That's what's in the briefcase.
They've been planning for war.
And they've been passing the information via courier
right under our noses.
Who are "they"?
We don't know who they are.
But I can tell you what they want.
They want to exterminate us.
So they're studying us...
Our culture, our technology, our science...
and they plan to use it against us.
One way or another.
We'll find out who they are.
But by then, I suppose it won't really matter.
Because whatever is in those cases
is going to destroy us all.
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