Who is this guy? What is he doing?
Watching. We refer to him as the Observer.
Previously on Fringe:
- That's a different guy. - Who are these people?
I think these guys show up at important moments.
We were dead, Peter.
We were drowning and he dove in.
We were saved, both of us, by a man that I had never met.
The boy is important. He has to live.
I have said too much. I'm not supposed to get involved.
- It appears you've been busy. - You have changed the future.
- You need to restore balance. - How?
You will have an opportunity to fix this.
Please don't take my son.
Walter.
Peter.
- You're up early. - No, I'm still asleep upstairs in my bed.
You're just talking to an astral projection of me.
You're just saying that to see if I'm high.
What are you doing, Walter?
- I'm making myself smarter. - Really?
When William removed those parts of my brain all those years ago...
he diminished my intellect.
And now I'm not the equal of my equal.
- Your equal? - Walternate.
If I can think like him, I can figure out
what he's trying to do with that device...
and how to keep you safe.
- Walter? - Hmm?
Sure you should be dabbling in that?
I've done hundreds of experiments on myself.
No, that's not what I meant, Walter.
According to William Bell, he took out those parts of your brain for a reason.
Because you asked him to.
Because you were afraid of what you were becoming.
I don't wanna see you hurt yourself.
I won't hurt myself.
- Who's that at 2 in the morning? - Oh, my pizza.
- So you are high then. - Maybe a bit.
We've got a live one.
That's Mr. Joyce, he's a sleepwalker.
Open door in the patient wing.
Who is that?
Come on.
Mr. Joyce.
Are you awake? Mr. Joyce?
Who were you talking to? That boy, where did he go?
I was talking to...
Bobby.
Bobby?
Now, he definitely wasn't talking to Bobby.
Who's Bobby?
He's Mr. Joyce's son.
He died in 1985.
What did he say to you?
Did you tell him?
- What now? - I take you back home.
- Olivia Dunham? - Yeah.
Thank you.
Dunham.
- Hey. - Hey.
What's up?
Broyles was just telling us a ghost story.
Bobby Joyce, he's the son of one of the residents here.
Or rather, he was.
He died 25 years ago. And it gets more odd.
The cameras picked up this as well.
The Observer?
- It's been a while since we've seen him. - Agent Broyles?
You coming, Walter?
Yes, of course.
After I took a second look at the video, I knew who it was.
Mr. Joyce keeps a photo of Bobby on his bedside table.
I've been looking at it since I worked here.
Mr. Joyce say what he and Bobby were talking about?
He doesn't remember. He was sleepwalking.
That's Mr. Joyce.
- Roscoe Joyce. - You know him?
Mr. Joyce. Mr... Mr. Joyce.
I'm Walter Bishop. I'm a tremendous fan.
Nice to meet you.
- You ever heard of Violet Sedan Chair? - No.
It's Walter's favorite band. Roscoe Joyce is their keyboardist.
He's a hero of Walter's, up there with Einstein and Tesla.
Uh, Mr. Joyce, I'm Agent Olivia Dunham.
Hi.
I understand that you had a visitor last night.
My son.
I don't remember talking to him, but I remember he was here.
It's a curse, not remembering a miracle.
It was a miracle seeing him again.
Can you imagine what that's like?
Yes, I can.
Mr. Joyce?
I'm sorry. It's time for his physical therapy and his medication.
Ready, Mr. Joyce?
All right. One, two, three.
I've come to believe in some strange things, but ghosts?
Bobby wasn't a ghost.
The Observer doesn't experience time like we do.
If we can accept that he can travel from the past to the present and back again...
then it's not inconceivable that he could bring others with him.
We'll have to try and help Mr. Joyce remember what his son said to him.
- I'll need to take him back to my lab. - Why would the Observer drag a man...
25 years through time just to talk with his father?
I don't know, but every time the Observer shows up...
it has something to do with you.
And every time, it's something bad.
- Walter, come on. You... - I'll go and wait in the car.
I'll make the arrangements to have Mr. Joyce released.
Three pills at 8:00 this evening.
And he gets a little cranky if he doesn't eat.
All right, I got experience with cranky. Thank you.
Have a good one.
That's sweet.
Yeah, it is.
Uh, I don't think that this was for me.
It arrived this morning, I looked at the date on the order...
and it was from when I was over there, I figured that it was probably for her.
- Olivia... - It's okay.
I understand you're gonna help me remember what my son said to me.
We're gonna try.
I'm almost done here. You guys finished out front?
I'm at 719 Skelton Avenue, there has been a robbery.
Help me.
Thank you.
Walter? Where do you want this?
Uh, right there.
Perfect. Thanks, fellas.
- What's he listening to? - Ocean waves.
I need him to be in a peaceful state of mind...
for the hypnotherapy to take full effect.
Once he's in a more pliable state, he may be able to access his memories.
That's a good look, Walter.
These were created by an old friend of mine...
Dr. Jacoby from Washington State.
They will enable me to see Roscoe's aura...
so that I can measure the depth of his hypnotic state.
And the piano?
Roscoe's mind doesn't work like ours.
His creativity is expressed through music.
Playing may help him to recollect the conversation he had with his son.
And if you just happen to get a concert from your musical idol...
That's not why I'm doing this. But I cannot deny that I would enjoy it.
Mr. Joyce.
We're ready for you.
What do you want me to do?
Let me guide you, listen to my voice.
I will speak into the microphone.
Now imagine yourself somewhere tranquil...
serene, safe.
Go down the staircase...
So there's no footage at all?
Okay. Well, thank you for checking.
I thought maybe the traffic cameras picked up the Observer, but no luck.
How's it going out there?
Uh, Walter's channeling the Amazing Kreskin.
- I wanted to try and explain the book. - You don't have to.
She asked me what my favorite book was.
I understand that she was probably just trying to gather information on me...
but I also know that I'm not the easiest guy to get to know.
It's always been easier for me...
to keep people at arm's length.
Which is actually something that I think we have in common.
The book wasn't meant for her.
It was meant for the Olivia Dunham...
that I've spent the last couple of years of my life with.
Because I wanted you to read it.
You're the person I wanted to share it with.
You know, I feel like Rip Van Winkle.
Everything is different.
Even you opening up to me is different.
And this book is just a reminder of all the things that I missed.
Conversations we didn't have.
You guys should come see this. Walter's doing it.
Sit.
At the count of three...
you will open your eyes, but you won't be awake.
You'll still be open and receptive, as you are now.
Are you ready?
One, two, three.
It's been a long time since I touched a piano.
Roscoe, I want you to think back...
to the night you saw Bobby.
Tuesday.
Tuesday is chicken dinner.
Yes.
And after you went to bed and fell asleep, what happened?
Bobby.
My boy.
I didn't believe it was him.
Had been so long since I'd seen him.
I asked him if he was real.
He took my hand.
He was real.
What did he say?
He whispered something to me.
He was so close I felt his...
God, I'm... I'm... Dunham, can you hold on, please?
I'm so sorry, Walter.
- This is Dunham. - Roscoe, what did Bobby say?
- I don't remember. - Got it. I'm on my way.
The Observer's been spotted in Brookline, so...
- Walter, you all right? - If "all right" means despondent, yes.
Peter, go. I'll take care of him.
Walter, I'm sorry.
He was in a...
brown shirt.
Who was?
Bobby.
His mother gave it to him.
What did Bobby tell you?
He told me...
I would meet you.
Walter Bishop.
He called you by name.
Bobby said I was supposed to help you.
Help me? How?
I don't know.
Don't you?
It has begun. I have set everything in motion.
I have watched Dr. Bishop as long as you have.
Perhaps not as closely, but I think you're wrong.
- He won't do it. - I disagree.
I believe he has changed.
You think he has changed. I don't believe he has.
In either case, I suppose we will find out soon enough.
Are you sure you don't know what I'm supposed to do for you?
- No idea. - Bobby told me to help you.
You already have.
Just hearing you play, I feel like I'm a teenager again.
Can I ask you something, Roscoe?
Why did Violet Sedan Chair break up?
I don't know, it just happened. We were having creative differences.
We figured the best thing to do was to take a break.
Give the band time to regroup.
One day I looked up and a couple of years had gone by...
I'd barely touched the keyboard...
and then a couple of more.
Eventually, it just seemed easier not to.
I suppose that's hard to understand.
No.
I spent years away from the things I love.
I've been trying to get back into the swing of it ever since.
I was having an asthma attack. It was like, he saw what I needed.
He got my inhaler from my purse.
Did he say anything to you?
No, nothing.
It was like nothing affected him.
He had this calmness.
I didn't even think he was real, except...
he saved my life.
So, what is all this you got here, huh?
Recently, I invented a liquid base to aid in the process of brain mapping.
Ha. Really? Brain mapping, huh? That's a good name for an album.
Any chance you could explain that to a simpleton like me?
I don't want to bore you with the details, but I'm missing parts of my brain.
And I have to rejuvenate them...
in order to rise to the intellectual challenges before me.
And they are?
Discovering why your son, Bobby, left the message.
And how to keep my son, Peter, from the peril surrounding him.
Is that milk?
The milk acts as a bonding agent for the other compounds.
- And it helps disguise the taste. - Ah.
I don't see how I can help you in any way.
My knowledge of science begins and ends...
with inventing a recipe for a strawberry milkshake.
You like strawberry milkshakes?
They're my number one drink since I stopped drinking.
It's mine too.
- Astrid, come out here please. - Walter, what is it?
- Go to the grocery store. - Walter...
We need a gallon of strawberry ice cream...
some sweet whey and some yeast and some sugar.
Okay. We need coffee, anyway.
Thank you, dear.
I spent six years perfecting my recipe. You must try it.
To answers.
Did you forget something? I hope they didn't run out of sweet whey.
Hello, Walter. We need to speak.
You call it autumn, is that right?
Lovely word.
We had a deal.
Please, don't take him from me.
The drawing, Peter and the device, you know the future.
Tell me how I can save my son from dying.
There are things that I know...
but there are things that I do not.
Various possible futures are happening simultaneously.
I can tell you all of them...
but I cannot tell you which one of them will come to pass.
Because every action causes ripples.
Consequences both obvious and unforeseen.
For instance...
after I pulled you and Peter from the icy lake...
later that summer Peter caught a firefly.
I could not have known he would do that.
Or that, because he did, a young girl three miles away would not.
And so later that night, she would continue looking...
trying to find another one.
I could not have known that when she did not come home...
her father would go out looking for her, driving in the rain.
So that when the traffic light turned red...
his truck skidded through the intersection at Harvard Yard...
killing a pedestrian.
Did that happen?
You and I have interfered with the natural course of events.
We have upset the balance in ways I could not have predicted.
Which is why, now I need your help.
How?
When the time comes, give him the keys and save the girl.
Give him the keys? What do you mean? What girl?
You should answer your phone.
Hello.
Apparently, your friend is fighting crimes.
- Friend? - The Observer.
He broke up a robbery at a jewelry store.
Three guys tied up the girl who worked here.
Girl?
Yeah, according to her, the Observer saved her life.
- Who is she, the girl? - Her name's Victoria DiMiro.
- Why? - I need to speak to her. Bring her here.
- Walter... - Don't argue with me. This is important.
- I need to speak with her. - Fine, but you'll have to wait.
Cops are about to take her so she can give a statement.
Well, as soon as they're done, bring her here to me.
Ah, there you are.
I have several things to tell you.
First...
Miss Farnsworth is back.
And I remembered something else.
- Oh? - Bobby called me on the phone.
- Just now? - No. No. No.
Years ago.
We were on tour...
and he called to tell me about a strange dream he'd just had.
He dreamt a bald man in a dark suit...
took him to see me.
I was an old man living in a nursing home.
Dreaming about something that happens...
25 years later.
I don't think it was a dream at all.
I think the man in the suit took your son through time.
And it was only just last night that you caught up to the other end of the visit.
Hmm. Wild.
You know, come to think of it...
that was the last conversation we had.
Him telling me about his dream.
We were playing a show that night.
A club in Harvard Yard.
Bobby...
was on his way to the show.
I remember looking outside and seeing how hard it was raining.
I remember getting a call from the police.
They told me he stepped onto the crosswalk...
when a truck...
Skidded through the traffic light.
They said it wasn't anybody's fault.
When I lost my son...
nothing seemed to matter anymore.
That's the reason I broke up the band.
But here I am.
I played again. It felt good. It felt right.
Maybe that's why Bobby came back.
Maybe it was.
Would you excuse me for a moment?
Hey. Peter called. He wanted me to let you know that they're on their way back.
And they're bringing the salesgirl with them.
Walter, what is it?
- I know what the Observer's doing. - Okay.
The day I crossed over and saved Peter, I set off a chain reaction.
I set the universe off balance. Two of them.
I've seen the damage with my own eyes, but it's not enough.
It's not enough to understand the suffering I've caused...
We've been over this. You couldn't have known...
That's exactly the point. Unforeseen consequences...
but my fault just the same.
That man has lost a son because I was unwilling to lose mine.
And now the Observer is trying to restore balance...
and he wants me to help him.
To help undo all the damage I've caused. But I can't, don't you see?
Doing that, I would lose him all over again.
- Lose who? - Peter.
- Walter. - I need a phone.
- Hello? - Ask that salesgirl a question.
Where she was in 1985?
I can't. She's in the car in front of us. We're passing through Porter Square...
we should be there in five minutes. You can ask then.
Peter?
Peter? Peter, what is it?
- Check the other car, I'll go after him! - What's happening?
- The Observer ran into the cop car. - Peter, are you all right?
- We're gonna need an ambulance. - Peter!
I gotta go. I gotta go. Where's your inhaler?
It's not in there.
The bald man in the store, he took it.
Okay, put your arms around my neck.
Excuse me.
FBI, move!
Try to calm down. You're gonna be all right.
- Peter, are you okay? - I'm fine but she's not.
- What's wrong? - She's asthmatic.
- The adrenaline from the crash... - Triggered an attack.
- Ambulance on the way. - Where you going?
Olivia took off after the Observer. I'm gonna catch her.
- Give me the keys and save the girl. - What did you say?
I said, give me the keys and save the girl.
- He told me you'd say that. - Who?
The Observer.
This is it. This is his plan. This is what he wants.
- You spoke with the Observer? - Yes, he's course correcting.
I don't know how, but he's started a chain reaction.
It started the moment we walked into that nursing home to meet Roscoe.
Everything since has been the sequence culminating in this moment.
And if I save this woman and let you go, I'm afraid the consequences are gonna...
You're gonna die, Peter. They're gonna take you from me.
You can't predict the future and neither can I...
but if you don't help that girl now, she's gonna die.
- They'll take you from me. - Walter, give me the keys.
Give me the keys, Walter.
Excuse me, out of my way. Move.
FBI, coming through. Excuse me.
- Yeah? - I'm on State Street. I've lost him.
I got him. He's headed into a hostel at 2119 Main Street.
Okay. I'm on my way.
Hey.
Walter, she's getting worse.
Now, I want you to lay down, please, so we can help you. Lay down.
Astrid, put your hands at either side of her ribs, please.
It's all right. When I tell you, I want
you to push up, applying constant pressure.
- Okay. - I am going to use this plastic bottle...
to push air into your lungs. Okay?
Will you hold your nose, please?
Okay, good. Are you ready? All right, push.
What is this all about?
You know, don't you?
The picture of me and the device, what does it mean?
What's going to happen to me?
It must be very difficult.
What?
Being a father.
Hey!
You'll need to keep her calm to prevent another attack.
Thank you.
- Hello? - Walter? We lost him.
- Peter. - No, Walter, the Observer.
Peter's fine. He's just a bit banged up.
Why would you think we lost Peter?
Is Peter okay?
Yes.
It doesn't make sense.
Why would the Observer do all this?
Ah. Home.
It was a pleasure to meet you, Kelly.
You too, Roscoe.
I don't know what to say.
Come visit me sometime.
Bring me a strawberry milkshake and I'll play some piano for you.
It would be an honor.
I forgot what my son felt like. What he smelled like.
How it felt to be around him.
But now I remember.
Nobody is supposed to have a second chance like that.
First he saves the girl, then he tries to kill her.
Then he runs up five flights of stairs...
just to shoot me with his magic air gun and disappear.
None of it makes any sense.
And how is this different to any other day? Heh.
Are you sure you don't wanna go see a doctor?
No, I'm okay, thanks.
Ever feel like every time we get close to getting the answers...
somebody changes the question?
Olivia.
So why is this your favorite book?
Because it talks about not depending on other people for answers.
That you can only find the answers inside yourself.
Which, given our current situation is kind of amusing, if you think about it.
Peter? Peter.
- Walter Bishop. - Walter, Peter's collapsed.
He's having some kind of a seizure. He took some aspirins and milk.
- Milk? - Yeah, from the refrigerator.
- Oh, God. - "Oh, God," what?
The organometals in the serum must've reacted with the phosphates in the milk.
Walter, what do I do?
What you need is an anticoagulant to stop the seizure.
In my medical bag on the shelf near the centrifuge.
Okay, I got it.
You also need the gallon jug of saline, on the bottom shelf.
Open the bag, you'll find a bottle of magnesium sulfate. Use the syringe.
One cc of magnesium sulfate, 9 cc's of saline.
It's not here, Walter. The magnesium sulfate, I can't find it.
No, no, no, I moved it so I'd know where I put it.
It was such an obvious place at the time.
Please, Walter.
I alphabetized it. It's in the refrigerator, next to the mayonnaise.
- Okay, I got it. - Quickly.
Okay, Walter, where do I put it?
In his leg, in his right leg.
Olivia?
Please tell me what's happening.
Olivia?
Okay. Okay, I think he's stabilizing. I think he's okay.
I could while away the hours Conferrin' with the flowers
Consultin' with the rain
Hey.
I made you some rosemary chicken soup.
How are you feeling, son?
I'm better.
Thank you.
- What are you thanking me for? - For what you did.
My serum was flawed.
It would've killed me if I'd taken it.
You only lived because you're young and healthy.
I suspect that's what this was all about.
You lost me, Walter.
I think the Observer saved my life.
He gave you a knock on the head so you'd take some aspirin and the milk...
so you'd ingest the serum instead of me.
If that's all he wanted, there must have been an easier way.
He's not human, you can't expect him to think like us.
- Oh! - Thank you.
I would not be just a nothin' My head all full of stuffin'
My heart all...
I must admit, I feared my experiment would fail.
But you were right.
He's changed. He was willing to let his son die.
Yes.
And now we know...
when the time comes, he will be willing to do it again.