I'm going for a week, not until the end of time.
Previously on Fringe:
Our Agent Dunham, has she made contact?
She's on the Other Side, focused on the task at hand.
Since you got back from the Other Side, you're a different person.
How'd you do it? How'd you replace our Olivia?
Whatever happens to me, know this started out as an assignment...
but it became... - More.
That would be so much easier to believe if you weren't in handcuffs right now.
Colonel Broyles is late to work this morning.
His wife said he did not come home last night...
and that is very unlike him.
Paging Ms. Lemon.
Your party is waiting for you at Terminal 7, Gate 3.
- Final boarding for Robin Air, Flight 83. - Guess who.
Uh, ahem, well, the voice isn't familiar...
but the hands I like.
They're kind of rugged and sexy.
Oh. No, sorry. I don't recognize you.
Oh. It's my fault. I thought you were someone else.
Oh. You should leave. I'm waiting for my boyfriend, who I haven't seen in months.
And he's really big and strong, so yeah.
Well, actually, now that I think about it...
there is something in your face that's kind of ringing a bell.
Really? Yeah, maybe... Maybe it's my, um, lips.
Hm.
Mm?
Come here.
- It's so good to be home. - Are you hungry?
Midwest, the following flights have been cancelled.
That includes Flight 7 bound for Chicago.
Gotham Air 3 bound for St. Louis.
- Hey. - Hi, how are you?
Everybody talks about the weather, nobody does anything about it.
I'm quoting Samuel Clemens.
Are you stranded too?
In a way, yeah. I'm, uh, waiting on someone who got delayed.
Could you pass me the salt, please?
Sure.
Thank you.
- How was the shower? - It was hot.
Thought there wasn't a hot shower in Texas.
- Welcome back to civilization. - Well, to what do I owe the honor?
You're a national hero. I figured you deserve the good stuff. Cheers.
Cheers.
Mm.
It's good.
Liv.
- Everything all right? - What do you mean?
I don't know.
It's just, uh, you didn't say a word to me on the drive back from the airport.
And when I'd call from Texas, you seemed a bit distant.
- Well, we were distant. - Yeah, I know.
Just you almost didn't seem like yourself.
I want you to want me
Oh.
You know, work's just been kind of crazy.
Look, I know when I'm away, we can be a bit off.
I just wanna make sure it's not something more.
No.
Everything's a little overwhelming since Broyles went missing.
Do you have any leads?
No. They, uh, found his car at the edge of a no-go zone...
but nobody knows why it was in there.
- Hm, something classified? - Possibly, yeah.
Uh, Lincoln's taken over in his absence.
Keeps pressing the channels, but we're not getting answers.
They've stopped the search.
I'm sorry I couldn't be here for you.
- I know how you feel about him. - Well, you're here now.
- And I'm glad about that. - Me too.
Didn't I see you cryin'?
Ugh, help.
Please help.
Do you have any idea how much I missed watching you get dressed?
What time is it?
Uh, it's about 8. I thought you might like to sleep in.
Yeah, thank you.
Hey, uh...
you wanna get away this weekend?
Uh, sure. Where?
I don't know, how about we hop on an airship to Annapolis like we used to?
- Annapolis? - Yeah.
Could go to the crab shack on the wharf.
- Or... - Obrecky's?
- Ha-ha-ha. - Remember how great their jukebox was?
I would love that.
Dunham.
Okay. I'm on my way.
Bye.
Hey. I heard they're rerouting all flights from Newark. Bomb scare?
Nope. Spontaneous bug eruption.
A guy named Harry Millman, 42 years old.
- Mm-hm. - They found him in the bathroom.
Bugs had eaten their way from the inside out.
Oh, fabulous.
Gosh, I was just here last night picking up Frank.
- So bugs? - Yup.
Ugh. You know how I feel about bugs.
Not Charlie. Charlie loves bugs.
Look lively, people.
New boss is here.
How is it that when you say "boss," it sounds like insubordination?
It's my tone. Maybe that's why I didn't get the promotion.
Yeah, maybe. Or else I'm better than you.
- Huh. - Oh, yeah?
- Okay, they're pretty, but what are they? - No idea.
We've been through three different insect databases, still can't find a match.
What happened to the other passengers?
We contacted about half of them.
Apparently the bugs don't live outside the body too long.
Somebody had been infected, we'd have heard by now.
Maybe, maybe not.
Maybe some kind of mutant insect bit him and laid eggs under his skin.
That's comforting.
Looks like we got a live one.
Gotcha.
I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Secretary.
I see the piece that Agent Dunham obtained was finally sent over.
Yes, and it seems to be functional.
We'll integrate it with the machine by week's end.
Good.
That's actually not why I asked you here.
The experiments with the chemical we synthesized...
from the other Olivia's brain.
It appears there's been a breakthrough.
This subject was given his second dose of the day.
Forty-three minutes later, this happened.
- He crossed over? - No.
Danny? How are you doing this?
I... I don't... Don't know.
I'm just... Just thinking it...
and it's happening.
Oh, my God, Danny.
Call Dr. Jackson.
Nine test subjects get an injection and die within 30 minutes.
This one develops a telekinetic ability.
What's the difference?
We'll know more after we dissect his brain, but I have a theory.
Age.
This subject was the youngest of the group.
Which would make sense given your notion...
that the human brain is infinitely capable at birth.
We simply need younger subjects.
- I think that children... - No.
- Sir, we may be close. - No children.
That is not an option.
Have to try something else.
Drop your file request on the table. I'm a little busy right now.
Ahem. Fringe Division. I'm Agent Olivia Dunham and this is...
Agent Charlie Foster. Francis.
I'm Foster. Mona Foster.
We, uh... We met before?
I treated you for your arachnid infestation.
I'm not surprised you don't remember me. You were in a lot of pain.
So how are the spiders?
Uh, they're good. Sometimes they just itch a little bit.
Maybe you just need someone to scratch it.
Hmm.
So, ahem, what brings Fringe here today?
It's order Coleoptera for sure.
Archostemata maybe, but species?
No clue.
- Where did you find this? - Uh, the Empire Docking Station.
Kind of an unusual habitat for beetles.
They ate their way out of a person.
Interesting.
Yeah.
Wait here a minute.
- Don't even start with me. Don't... - Oh.
Bug girl's got a crush on Charlie.
Bug girl has a crush on the fact that I got spiders in my blood, kiddo.
Everybody's looking for someone who's gonna like them for who they are inside.
- Are you kidding me right now? - Ha-ha-ha.
Skelter beetle. Mansohnium Boogliosus.
Which answers one question, but raises a whole bunch of others.
Hmm.
- Such as? - Such as how is this here?
Skelter beetles are parasitic. They lived exclusively in sheep.
Sheep.
And given that all the sheep died out 10 years ago...
The bugs died with them.
What was it doing inside of a person?
Specimen Number 7 was harvested 12 hours ago...
after a 20-minute gestation period.
I have extracted the epigastric tissue from the beetle's abdomen.
And...
And placed it into the substrate.
I am now adding...
10 milliliters of the protein complex...
to catalyze a reaction.
If the enzyme is present...
the indicator will turn pink.
Come on.
Get local P.D. to check the house if she's not answering her phone.
- Passenger 23 is clear. - Passenger 9 is clear.
We've fully accounted for zeppelin crew and ground personnel.
The food for the airship, it's supplied by an LFC Food Services.
- It checks out clean so far. - Wasting your time.
We're not dealing with an outbreak.
We've cleared 62.237 percent of people who could have been exposed.
That's enough to make a statistical inference.
This is not an epidemic.
Where do I get one of you?
- I bet she drives a Beetle. - You're not funny.
If you go on a date with her and you're late...
then at least you know she won't bug out.
Wow, you're original.
- Hey. What you doing here? - Hey.
Uh, Lincoln requested a CDC liaison, said I could help.
Hey, Frank. How was cow country?
Let's just say I'm happy to be back.
- You find anything? - Yeah.
Mansohnium Boogliosus.
Skelter beetle.
They died out with the sheep in '01.
Huh. Never heard of them. Let me look at that.
I guess for you two, this is romantic?
Brings back memories, huh?
- Hoboken? - Uh-huh.
Nothing like a little cholera outbreak to bring two people together.
- I can only imagine what you see in him. - Oh, he's kind of perfect, isn't he?
No, I am perfect, but he's a close second.
- Right. - Right.
Still nothing on how our victim got infected?
No. If you learn anything, you let me know.
- Mm-hm. - I'll be in Broyles' off...
I'll be in my office.
See, what's odd is with the sheep, they have a symbiotic relationship.
Now they attack their host, eat their way out.
They look the same, but they're not the same.
Yeah. Yeah, to put it simply.
The question is why? What changed?
Why don't you just ask?
- What's that? - When you don't know the answer...
you ask someone who does.
Put out a Fringe alert to the public.
Odds are that someone will recognize this beetle and call in a tip.
In fact, statistics suggest you will get at least two calls.
I don't know what they pay you here, but I definitely need you in my life.
Uh, do you mind?
Hi. What can I get you?
Uh, cup of Earl Grey and a piece of, um, cherry pie.
Okay.
That looks complicated.
What is it?
Uh, I'm a scientist. This is my, uh, research.
But, uh, you probably wouldn't understand.
Well, try me.
Do you know the name Jonas Salk?
Sure, who doesn't? He cured polio.
Have you heard of Watson and Crick?
Uh, they're those DNA guys, right?
That's right, yeah.
How about, uh, Dr. Armand Silva?
Armand Silva.
- No, I don't know that one. - Hmm.
You will.
Attention, citizens, this is a Fringe alert.
If you have seen, or have information...
regarding this bug, known as a skelter beetle...
please call 711 and speak to Fringe Division.
Have you decided?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
I'll have what he's having.
Hey.
You got a minute?
- Can I ask a favor? - Of course. What's up?
If the case wraps up this weekend, could Olivia have a few days?
Why? You two got, uh, big plans or something?
Yeah. Yeah, you could say that.
Sure.
Can you, uh, keep a secret?
Are you kidding me?
Heh. I have my own, like, Cone of Silence when it comes to secrets.
What is it?
Ma'am, nobody's gonna eat your dog, all right?
- Bugs do not have control of your wife. - These people are freaks.
What's going on in this city?
I'm gonna get a sandwich.
No, sir, I promise, that is not the way they work.
Yes, you can feel free to call us if something changes. Okay, thank you.
How's it going?
Um, well, we have had 200 phone calls.
Nutjobs and scared old ladies.
Frank's gonna ask you to marry him.
I'm serious.
This weekend. He just told me.
I promised I'd keep it a secret. But you know me, I can't keep a secret.
Hey, I think I got a legitimate call here.
- Something up? - No.
Oh, no.
Okay, guy used to work at a biology annex.
Guy next door to him used to be an expert on skelter beetles.
Go... Go check it out.
Great.
So...
what are you gonna say? To Frank?
What? I can keep a secret.
Yeah, that's it. God, I wish I could forget these things.
His name was Armand Silva. He was in Virology down the hall.
Those things were always getting out.
I'm a scientist, but I hate bugs.
- Do you know what he was doing? - We worked our own projects.
I was harvesting sheep hearts for valve replacement surgeries.
So how are they back, the bugs?
That's what we're trying to figure out. You know where we can find Dr. Silva?
No. A few years ago, I heard he tried to kill himself.
I didn't really know him that well, but, uh,
it's like those bugs were his whole life.
When the sheep died out, he was a mess.
But he's definitely the guy you wanna talk to.
If anyone'll know how those bugs have come back, it'll be him.
Jerry Bissell, aged 42.
Uh, worked as a data systems repairman.
It says that he ate at the Avenue Road Diner about three hours ago.
I know that place. It's around the corner.
No luck on Dr. Silva. His last known address was outside Boston.
Nothing in the system on him since the city was ambered.
- No record of his death either? - No.
So that means he's still out there somewhere.
Hey, look at this.
Right there.
These are so much different.
They're so much bigger.
I'm gonna take it to Forensics, see what they come up with.
Send someone to the diner as well. Maybe somebody saw something.
Oh, great. Now I got, like, two bosses?
What's wrong?
I keep feeling like I'm missing something.
- Broyles would see something I'm not. - Lincoln, you're doing fine.
Don't worry. We'll catch this guy together.
Do you want me to give you some time alone?
No. Please don't.
What is it?
- You're lovely, you know that? - You're sweet.
And you're also avoiding answering my question.
It's...
It's many things.
If you had asked me a week ago...
I would have told you that I would sacrifice anything...
to save our world.
And in fact, there are lines I simply cannot cross.
Does that make me weak?
No.
It's what makes you the most brilliant man I've ever known.
And the fact you beat yourself up over these decisions...
now that's what makes me sure of your strength.
I wish I had the same faith.
I'm afraid I failed, Reiko.
Peter was here.
He was here of his own choosing, as he needs to be...
and I lost him.
I underestimated his attachments over there.
I hadn't factored in the girl.
But now you know about the girl.
And you know Peter better. You'll get him back.
How could you be so sure?
Do you trust me?
More than anyone.
Well, then, trust my perspective on this.
I know you, Walter.
I have seen your determination, your will.
I don't have a single doubt in my mind you'll find an answer.
You always do.
- Hi. - You're home.
Hey. Mm.
So I called Atlanta.
I found out some information on Dr. Silva.
CDC had a grant he applied for on file.
Back in '97, claims he was close to a vaccine for the avian flu.
- If that's true... - I know, it would've saved millions.
Thing is, his research, it reads a little off-the-wall.
Here, take a look at this.
The vaccine was based on an enzyme that the skelter beetle produced.
And that got me thinking.
He's trying to bring the skelter beetle back from extinction?
- Is that even possible? - Possible, yeah.
Certainly not easy.
He'd have to clone DNA from a preserved specimen.
The problem would be that the eggs never hatch.
- They only live in sheep. - He'd have to modify them...
to live in a different host. - Like people.
Sheep and humans share 96 percent of the same DNA.
That could account for why the bugs are killing their hosts.
But I just called the lab.
Bugs they got from the victim weren't mature enough to create the enzyme.
But the bugs got bigger with the second victim.
- They did? - Yeah.
Maybe he is modifying his work.
Okay, so say you're right. What would he need?
- Like, equipment? - Yeah. Call Lincoln.
- Retro-viral samples. - Retro-viral samples...
- Plasmid array, liquid spectrometer. - Slow down.
An electron microscope and also liquid nitrogen.
You got all that? All right, I'm leaving. I should be there in 20 minutes.
Uh, Lincoln said that if he were here, he'd kiss you.
- I'm glad he's not here. - You'll keep the lasagna wa...?
- Of course, of course. Keys? - Keys, yes, thank you.
- And my ID. - And you forgot this.
Oh.
I was gonna wait till this weekend.
Uh, I know we have a lot to figure out.
There's your job and there's my job, and there's my mother.
Look, being away from you made me realize...
how much I can't stand being away from you.
Olivia Dunham.
Will you marry me?
Yes.
Seriously?
Hello.
Hey. Where are you?
It's Lincoln. I'm leaving the house. What's up?
Don't come down here. We got a hit.
Six months ago, Silva purchased a plasmid array.
He had it shipped to a warehouse in Brooklyn.
I'm sending you the address now.
Silva's unit is Number 21.
I already walked the perimeter. No sign of any other cars.
What?
I said yes.
- Frank asked me and I said yes. - And?
You happy?
Yeah. I am.
Good.
Then I am too.
Watch your step.
Thank you.
I think someone's here.
Hey!
Olivia!
Unh! Olivia!
Damn it.
No signal. Please try again.
Where's Lincoln?
Come on. There's gotta be something.
There's gotta be...
Yeah. Yes.
There are more agents on their way here now.
I think we both know that's not true.
Come on, do yourself a favor and just let me go.
They'll thank me.
The whole world will thank me.
Thank you for what? Your vaccine?
Is that what you're talking about? Your vaccine?
For someone who wants to save lives...
you sure don't have much of a problem killing people.
How many did Salk sacrifice trying to get his answers?
Pasteur, in the name of science?
When the sheep died out, I tried cows, goats, primates.
None of them could host the beetles.
Humans were my only option.
What about stopping the research? That wasn't an option?
No.
Because I was too close.
And now...
Now my work is nearly complete.
Did you ever ask yourself what you're leaving behind?
I have an ability.
I was on a path.
I had a calling and the world changed on me.
It simply changed and robbed me of my legacy.
This world...
this decaying madness...
it robbed me.
Come on.
This is Agent Lee.
I need a tactical unit immediately at my location.
See, the second batch of specimen were almost mature enough, but not quite.
And then, I realized...
a queen can hatch her own eggs.
She can create a legion, enough for my vaccine.
One more human host...
to bring the queen beetle to term.
But it's over now...
because we know who you are.
You don't understand.
The gestation has already begun.
What did you give me?
What the hell did you give me?
Don't move.
Lincoln. Lincoln, don't shoot him.
- That's up to him. - No. We need his help.
I've been infected.
Don't worry, Liv. I'm gonna take care of you.
Down! Now!
Down. Put them together!
- Frank. Oh, Frank. - He dosed her.
- Frank, he made me drink the water. - Bag that glass.
What do we do? To stop the infestation.
- What do we do to stop it? - Get her to the hospital.
Get her to the hospital. You're running out of time. Go.
She's been infected with a deadly parasite.
Next 10 minutes are critical. There's a vial of metrifonate.
It's an antiparasitic. Liv, I'm gonna do everything I can. Just hold on.
Everybody out. Now!
Tell me how to save her.
You have one more chance.
Tell me!
If you want your friend to live...
put down the gun and do exactly as I say.
What do you want?
Bring me those panels over there.
I'll tell you how to save your friend.
BP's 140 over 90. Heart rate's elevated.
That could just be the adrenalin.
Okay. Oh, Frank, my stomach.
The antiparasitic I'm gonna give you is powerful.
Kill the bugs before they hatch.
Why do I sense that there's a "but" coming?
Because it's a lot for your system to take.
So, what do we do?
I don't think we have a choice.
Hand me the wand.
- Can you zoom in? - What do you see, Frank?
- I see movement. - Wha?
- What am I putting together here? - You'll work faster if you don't talk.
I gave you what you wanted.
Now you tell me how to save her.
She doesn't need saving.
- I didn't infect her. - Uh-uh.
- She was sick. - Not because of me.
She's not the final host.
Syringe is ready.
- Look at me. It's gonna be okay. - Okay.
- Stop. - What?
Take a look at this.
- What is it, what is it? - Are you sure?
Look at the beta hCG levels in her blood.
- The picture on the sonogram. - Uh-huh.
You're not infected.
You're pregnant.
I've done it.
The queen is ready.
Come here.
Make sure they...
spell my name right.
- Can I come in? - Of course.
What'd the doctor say?
That the baby's healthy.
And that the, uh, fall and the adrenalin...
triggered some kind of morning sickness.
How far along are you?
- Frank. - Liv.
How long you been pregnant?
Six weeks.
Are you in love with him?
The father?
That's all I needed to know.
- Frank. - You were gonna marry me.
Hello?
Mr. Secretary. There's been a development.
I think I might have another way to bring Peter back from the other universe.
- Sir. - Forgive my intrusion.
I hope this isn't a bad time.
Please, come in.
I heard the news about your pregnancy.
Don't worry.
Your position with Fringe Division will remain intact.
You'll have whatever resources you need.
After all...
you are the mother of my future grandchild.