Previously on Fringe...
Whatever they needed, they have it now. It's not safe for you here anymore.
You have to go home.
You're not real.
- What about this Olivia? - We won't be needing her anymore.
Get me out! Despite what you think my universe is not at war with yours.
I've seen war.
If what you're saying is true, in the end, I have to believe in hope.
Please make this worth it.
Since you got back from the other side, it's like you're a different person.
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.
- Excuse me. - Sorry. So sorry.
Yes, hello. Sure.
Yes, there's a man here in need of medical attention
5776 dower street.
He's injured very badly. Please hurry.
Cheers.
I'm so sorry, sir.
But...
there's no other way.
- No details on this one. - Never a good sign.
Did somebody call 9-1-1?
Someone call 9-1-1?
Call this in.
Dispatch, we're looking at a possible homicide.
Requesting backup.
Joe, someone cut this guy's heart out. Get in here.
Don't let me die.
3x09 - Marionette -
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.
I understand the other Olivia escaped with a crucial part of the machine.
- Where is the rest of it? - Science division is analyzing it 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 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.
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?
- Come on, Walter! Let's go! - Coming!
I thought it was in the closet. Wait.
- Where was it? - Bathroom. 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. Doing better, but still recuperating.
I understand how difficult it is to be candid with people that you care about.
Particularly when it concerns matters that are intimate in nature.
- Ready to go? - Yes, I am.
- And by intimate, I mean sexual. - 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 change how she feels about me,
I am going to tell Olivia everything.
You're a good man.
She knows that.
Look who's here.
It's good to see you out and about. Peter, look, it's Olivia.
- Shouldn't you be resting? - Agent Dunham has been cleared for duty.
- In that case, welcome back. - Thank you.
- You gonna tell us what we're in for? - At approximately 8:00,
9-1-1 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, 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.
This is beautiful work.
Definitely not a viking. They were ruthless.
Look at this.
Scar tissue.
He's had heart surgery before.
Stay here. I'll be right back.
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? - He's more dead than not.
What if somebody is harvesting organs on the black market?
Not likely.
This guy's medicine cabinet rivals some pharmacies.
Steroids, immunosuppressants antifungals, antibiotics, pain medication.
You wouldn't steal a heart from someone this sick.
- 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.
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 somebody else has been living your life.
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 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.
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 risked their lives to help her.
They all believed that I was her.
I can understand how that...
Dr. Ross is out of surgery.
- Could you give us a second, please? - Sure.
It's fine.
We're good. Let's go.
I don't understand. His heart was removed?
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?
He wanted a second chance. We gave him one.
Or at least...
I thought we did.
It won't be long now.
It will be okay.
Walter, are 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. - 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.
I'm leaving.
Peter's giving you a ride home.
He should be here any minute, Walter.
Evening, everyone.
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.
- What am I smelling? - Him.
Notice anything?
- 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.
People that would steal an organ 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.
At least somebody is.
You haven't told, Olivia.
- Nope, actually, I did. - How did she react?
- Surprisingly well. - Really?
Do you think possibly they replaced her with a robot?
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.
Strange.
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?
He didn't seem different? I mean...
Like, happier or...
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
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.
A cross-state search of police records turned up multiple organ thefts.
The incidents took place in fivestates, but the MO 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? - A donor number.
Names are kept confidential. 17-year-old female.
We've issued a priority request. We should know more shortly.
Mind if I take a look?
So he's gathering all of her organs. Why?
Some people have strong objections to organ donation.
Maybe someone close 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.
- Her corneas were donated too? - There's no photos of them being stolen.
Put me through to the Rosindale Eye Bank.
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.
So sorry, sir.
These don't belong to you...
do they?
Good.
He wasn't at home. We're at his restaurant now.
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.
Anybody there?
Over here.
We're too late.
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.
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.
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.
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.
The only consolation I had
was her passing gave other people another chance.
Was Amanda dating anyone?
Did she have any friendships that were cause for concern?
I was more concerned 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.
Excuse me for a sec.
I'll get that information.
Are you at the Walsh house?
- Yeah, why? - Well, Walter has some
kind of a 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.
We'd like to ask your permission to exhume your daughter's body.
You can't.
- I know that's an awful thing to ask. - No, it's not possible.
- 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.
Walter, come on, that's a person.
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.
It's gonna be good for you, very good.
We need to keep your body strong, don't we?
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? - 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?
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.
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?
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.
Thank you. I got it.
Amanda was also in a cognitive behavioral group.
It focused on ways to cope with depression.
You'd think someone working that hard at being okay, would get payoff.
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 appreciate that profiling is one of your specialties,
but you could at least listen to what I say before dismiss it out of hand.
He's not the guy we're looking for.
- So what am I missing? - What do you mean?
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.
- I'm sorry, but he's not the guy. - Right. Why not?
Profiling is not just about checking off the facts. You have to weigh them.
- You gotta 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.
- 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 Amanda committed suicide.
Barrett is the only son of Nathaniel Barrett,
heir to the Stanfield Chemical fortune.
Ten years ago, when 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 researchers, 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.
It's me, Roland.
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?
It's okay.
Look at me. Look at Roland.
FBI, you're surrounded! All teams move out!
Go! Go! Go!
Move, move!
Clear!
Where is she?
Downstairs.
Clear.
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 wasn't her.
Is she dead?
Yes, she's dead.
You know what I need after a day like today?
For most people, it would be a drink, so...
- Strawberry milkshake... - I can do that.
- With extra whipped cream. - Don't push it.
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.
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 wanna wear my clothes anymore,
and I don't wanna live in my apartment, and I don't wanna be with you.
She's taken everything.
I'm sorry.
I have arrived.
Yes.
I am looking at him as we speak.
He is still...
alive.