- Am I responsible for this? - I'm afraid you are.
Previously on Fringe:
Our universe is starting to break down.
What was happening on the Other Side is starting to happen here.
I destroyed their world to save ours.
May God have mercy on us.
The machine came on by itself, without Peter.
You think Walternate turned the machine on?
It's triggered by a sympathetic response from the one here. It makes sense.
How could he without Peter?
We all thought that I could turn the machine on. Maybe I can turn it off.
Dear God.
All civilians proceed to evacuation route immediately.
Agent Bishop, take cover!
Where the hell am I?
Peter Bishop. 47 years old. Wound in the abdomen.
- BP is 110 over 70. - Start an IV.
Where am I?
You were injured in a Fringe event. You're in good hands. It's okay.
Just lie back. Just relax.
He's bleeding pretty bad. Get me units of his reserve blood.
Start transfusion now.
Agent Bishop, please, just lie still.
Get me the UV cauterizer.
It's all right, Peter. You're going to be fine.
I'd like to find out how Peter Bishop is doing.
May I see your badge?
I don't have a badge yet.
I was just promoted last week.
I have a temporary bar code. Can I show you that?
Sure.
Thank you, Agent Dunham.
Agent Bishop has been in recovery for an hour.
- He should be out soon. - Ella.
Peter's fine, Aunt Liv.
He's in recovery.
I mean, uh, Agent Dunham. Ma'am.
You can just call me "boss" like everybody else.
Now, how are you?
I'm fine. I remember being in my SUV, and next thing I knew...
I was on the ground and there was shrapnel everywhere.
People are saying that it's the End-of-Dayers.
That's what we think.
We think it's Moreau.
Hey.
Peter.
How are you feeling?
Oh, just like new.
- So, what did the doctor say? - The doctor says I'm fine.
No. They said to stay off his feet for a few days.
- You're pushing yourself. - Moreau is out there.
Peter, stay off your feet. This is one of those times you say, "You were right."
I'm not going to say you were right...
because I got state-of-the-art science on my side.
I feel fine, hon.
Do you remember what you were saying in the field...
about the machine and being from the past?
Well, I didn't say I didn't get my bell rung, but I'm doing better now.
Two eggs over easy, bacon and grapefruit juice.
That's what I made you for breakfast on Sunday.
Hey, guys. Look.
There's a Stage Three Tear.
We've initiated amber protocol.
Hey. The security firm just e-mailed this video.
We think they gained entrance from the side fire door.
- How come they didn't trigger the alarm? - It was disabled.
That's not all. We think we found an Electrilight.
It must've been a dud.
I believe so.
We finally get to see one.
The End Of Days. It's one of my father's favorite sermons.
The world dies and the savior arrives to end suffering...
and usher all the worthy into Heaven.
Pass me those alligator clips.
If my father ever met one of the kooks...
who's attempting to end the world, he'd probably kill them himself.
Agent? Eyewitness statements.
I'll let you know if any of this is worthwhile.
Anything?
No.
Not only can I not tell you how the thing works...
according to all the readings, it shouldn't be working at all.
There's probably only one person on Earth...
who can tell us how this thing functions.
Walter.
Got any markers you could call in?
You think now is the time?
I think it might be past time.
Hello, Walter.
It must be bad if they're letting you see me.
It is.
I heard a rumor that the sun was burning out.
They don't tell me much in here.
The sun is still shining.
I also hear there's been a massive increase in kappa radiation.
That one's true.
A wormhole opened in Central Park, right in the center of Sheep's Meadow.
It took us months, but we were finally able to amber it over.
A wormhole shouldn't emit that type of radiation.
Not... Not unless it's a wormhole through time.
Exactly right. The carbon levels were consistent with the late Paleozoic Era.
Two hundred and fifty million years ago.
Paleozoic?
Sauropods?
My old self would have been fascinated with that.
How's Olivia?
She's fine. Thank you.
I need your help.
What is it?
We're not exactly sure. Some kind of light bomb.
Made by a terrorist group. Call themselves the End-of-Dayers.
They used them on soft spots trying to rip holes in the fabric of the universe.
Trying to accelerate the End Of Days.
I'm hoping if we can figure out how it's made and maybe trace the parts...
we can stop them before it's too late.
Even if I could help you...
I can't do it from here.
I would need my tools...
my special instruments.
We both know that's not going to happen.
- Senator. - Hello, Peter.
Thank you for your time.
No need for formality in here. It's good to see you.
Have a seat.
You said it was urgent.
It is. I assume you've been briefed about the End of Days organization.
I'm well aware of the situation, yes.
We recovered this device from what's left of the opera house.
Science has been trying to crack the technology but without much luck.
What do you need?
I need Walter.
Grant him a furlough, so he can help us on the case.
That's out of the question.
If we can understand this technology, we may prevent future attacks.
Consult with him in prison if you need to. That's all I can offer.
Why? Are you worried about your re-election prospects?
You know me better than that.
I'm worried about that.
The entire globe is disintegrating. We're putting on Band-Aids...
and every day, more people are lost because of it, and Walter is responsible.
I know him.
And I know his intentions weren't this.
But there's not a person who hasn't lost someone they love because of him.
You can't begrudge the anger they feel.
I don't.
I'm out there in the streets with them.
And yeah, maybe I am putting Band-Aids on it...
until we can figure out how to reverse the damage.
But at least it's something.
And if we figure out this technology, I guarantee you...
we will prevent future casualties.
Phillip.
If what we lost in Detroit still means anything to you...
just give me one chance.
It's all I'm asking.
Where are my things?
They're all in Evidence, Walter. Don't worry, Olivia's on it.
Your equipment will be here shortly.
Will Astrid be here?
Ha, ha. No. Astrid's a Fringe Agent now. We need her out in the field.
I suppose since she's no longer caring for me, she was able to...
spread her wings.
May I take a look out back?
My old office.
Walter.
I didn't realize how much I missed swivel chairs.
I've also missed swiveling.
There's someone here to see you.
A visitor?
Walter.
Olivia! Ha-ha-ha!
- Congratulations are in order, my dear. - What for?
Well, the wedding, of course.
Oh. That was a while ago now.
This is the first opportunity I've had...
to give you an appropriate welcome to our family.
I always did want a daughter.
Thank you, Walter.
For goodness' sake, doesn't the word "fragile" mean anything to you?
Is that you?
I learned to control it a few years ago.
I'm impressed.
So, what's the next target?
The wormhole in Central Park.
Considering your world was destroyed by one, I suppose it's fitting.
- Is this it? - Followed your specifications...
to the letter.
More than twice the yield of the device we used last night.
It won't be long...
until this world joins mine.
Boys.
Any luck?
Afraid not. Can't make any sense of this technology.
I'll continue to run diagnostics on the canister...
but even if I am successful, our world is still ending.
You may stop this group, but you cannot stop the inevitable.
Our destiny was set the day we triggered the Machine.
I didn't understand until it was too late...
that our two worlds were inextricably linked.
Without one, the other simply cannot exist.
When their world was destroyed...
that was the day we sealed our fate.
For all intents and purposes...
that was the day we died.
We don't know that for sure.
Have you seen him?
Walternate?
No.
Nobody has. He's become a recluse.
Imagine coming over here to try to save your world...
only to be stuck here when your world was destroyed.
Not to mention having the same face as the most reviled man in the universe.
I just wanted to say...
at the trial, you spoke on my behalf.
Walter, I'm the one who got in the Machine.
I'm the one who destroyed the other universe.
The courts perceived that you did it to defend our universe, and so do I.
This all began with me, my hubris.
- Walter. - And I just wanted to say thank you.
No matter who was at fault, you're my dad.
That smells insanely good.
Well, after the day we had, I figured we deserve better than take-out.
Hey. How you holding up?
Heh, I'm doing fine, why?
Well, you know how Walter would always cook...
when he was worried about you, so...
Of all the bad habits I could pick up from him, that's the least of them.
Amanda from across the street gave it to us.
That's you and me and the little baby that we're gonna have...
that she is planning on babysitting.
Oh.
Well, I think we should get started on that right away.
You're really gonna use a drawing from a little girl to get lucky?
It sounds so dirty when you say it like that.
She's a sweet little girl.
You know, hon, if you wanted to reconsider...
I can't say that I don't think about it...
that I don't wish things were different.
Honey, people still have families.
Look at Amanda.
She was born into this world and she's still happy.
And the world could get better.
So I still think we're gonna have a kid.
- I hope you're right. - I think we'll have several.
Two, maybe three. A little tribe of Bishops.
- Hello? - I understand now.
They're splitting atoms.
Not as an outcome goal, but as a means to an end.
- Slow down, Walter. - The diagnostics on the canister.
They show residual traces of strontium 90.
That's a radioactive isotope.
That's how they're making the Electrilights.
- Which means it'll leave a signature. - Yes.
Like radioactive bread crumbs, they'll lead us to whoever's doing this.
We need Science Division to monitor radiation tracking maps.
It'll be faster if you exclude readings inconsistent with strontium 90.
And look for spikes in the remaining data.
This is a campground.
Do you think it's even possible to split atoms here?
I see them making s'mores maybe, but weapons of mass destruction?
- No. - Is this the right place?
Tracking system is detecting the same signature...
that registered on the canister.
So then where's the lab?
Okay, you keep searching. I'm gonna call this in.
Find anything out of the ordinary, I wanna know.
Yes, ma'am.
Sir. We found this sitting on top of a rock.
I don't know if it means anything.
- Thank you, agent. - Sure.
Peter?
Maybe Walter was wrong about the signature.
Yeah. I'll go back to Science Division.
See if something's wrong with the detection sensors.
Okay, let me know if you find anything.
Yup, will do.
How come no one respects my desk?
You're too nice.
Team 1, get ready to deploy.
Perimeter breach in Sector 8 in Central Park.
This technology is 10, maybe 15 years ahead of its time.
I don't mind saying, it's something I would like to have invented.
I mean for peaceful purposes. Mining, maybe.
Walter, what about the components?
Where were these parts made? I haven't the foggiest.
Dunham.
- I'm on my way. - What's wrong?
A security breach at the wormhole.
Someone in the park ID'd Moreau. Come on.
Hello?
Hello, Peter.
Why'd you leave me the key, Walter?
I knew you'd recognize it.
I couldn't just call you.
- Yes, you could have. - No, no, no.
Not if I wanted the proper reunion that we both so richly deserve.
So letting me know that Moreau worked for you...
that was your way of getting my attention?
Among other things.
I should have known that the Electrilight came from you.
After all, Walter was the only one brilliant
enough to figure out how it worked.
It stands to reason that you were the only one brilliant enough to invent it.
- Yin and yang. - That's interesting.
Interesting that you should say that.
- Yin and yang. - Why are you doing this?
Yin and yang. One man broke the universe. The other man did nothing...
but have his son stolen, his life stolen, ruined.
I came over here at the end on a mission of mercy.
To ask for help for my side.
The race was lost.
A race I didn't initiate, but still I came.
And you destroyed us, Peter, my son.
- You destroyed your own... - You activated the Machine on your side.
You were going to use it to destroy this universe.
I only acted in self-defense.
Do you know what it's like to wake up...
and just for a moment...
think that everything is as it was?
And then to realize it's not and the nightmare you had was real?
Soon, everyone here will experience loss the way that all those over there did.
Air, water.
Light, even.
But you...
you will experience loss the way I did.
What does that mean?
You destroyed my universe, son...
and I'm going to destroy yours.
But not all at once.
Peter's still not picking up.
Agent Dunham.
Spotted a vehicle near the perimeter breach.
- What kind of vehicle? - A bus.
Okay. I want all tactical teams to enter the restricted area...
I came here alone, Walter...
to make a personal plea to you.
I'm sorry for the suffering that I've caused you.
I'm sorry for destroying your people.
Our people.
I'm sorry for destroying our world.
And if I could take back that choice...
I would.
But it's no excuse for what you're doing now.
And it has to stop.
I don't wanna have to use these.
But you're going to come with me now, Father.
You know, if I was really there, I might not be able to resist killing you.
I think this is the better way so you learn about loss.
Let's start by killing someone you love.
They're gonna evacuate the area to try and contain the wormhole.
So can you move everyone back to Sector 3?
Olivia Dunham...
my wife...
was everything to me.
Why have we stopped? What is this, some kind of protest?
No, it's the wormhole. They're still trying to seal it up.
When we start moving again, can we cut over and take Columbus...?
Wait, no. Turn the car around.
Please.
I need to get back to my lab.
Diagnostics are almost complete.
You used to call me Uncle Walter.
Do you remember?
I don't remember much from before it got bad.
So sorry.
Ella...
I understand words can't come close to medicating your loss.
Truly, if I could go back in time and change things, I would.
I would give anything to be able to go back and make different choices...
But you can't.
There aren't any happy endings nowadays, are there?
No, I suppose not.
I remember the cow that stayed over there.
She had kind eyes.
She did, didn't she?
My Gene.
I do miss her.
That's it.
Peter, I was wrong. It's not too late.
You can save both worlds. We can do it all over again.
But this time, you simply need to make a different choice.
And should something go wrong, then Olivia will be our fail-safe.
Walter, stop.
Olivia is dead.
But she won't be.
Not then.
The Machine?
I turned that on 15 years ago.
And all the time I sat in prison, I couldn't figure out where it came from.
I knew the pieces were buried millions of years ago...
but how did they get there, so deep in the past?
But now I understand...
I sent them there.
The wormhole in Central Park. I sent them back through time.
Peter, you can stop the destruction before it occurs.
If that's the case, don't send the Machine back.
We'll never discover it and I'll never destroy the other universe.
It doesn't work that way.
I have already done it. Therefore, I have no choice but to do it again.
- Walter, that doesn't make any sense. - It does.
It's a paradox.
I can't change what happens because it's already happened...
but you can make a different choice within what happened.
I simply need to find a way to bring your consciousness forward to now...
so that you can witness what will happen if you make the same choice.
Peter, for all I know, it could be happening already.
Don't you see? We can fix everything.
We can cheat the rules of time.
Imagine the repercussions.
There's no way of telling what the cost might be.
But it can't be worse than this.
Can't be worse than this.
What would I need to do?
Walter, what's happening to him?
His heart rate's going up, 156 and climbing.
- What's it doing to him? - I don't know.
It's been 60 seconds. How much longer we gonna let him stay?
Peter is interfaced with the Machine at a biological level.
If we take him out prematurely, I'm afraid we'll harm him.
- What is it? - Sir, it just started 60 seconds ago.
- What started exactly? - The Machine, something is happening.
The diagnostics are through the roof. Look at this.
The soft spots, they're not closing, they're getting worse.
Bring me Olivia Dunham, now.
I don't understand what you're asking me to do.
The drawing suggests that you have a connection with the Machine.
That you can stop it. That you can turn it off.
They outsmarted you, didn't they?
They know you turned the Machine on...
so they put Peter in theirs.
Now we're the ones that are gonna get destroyed.
- Something's wrong. - Help me, quick.
Come on, let's move in.
Peter.
Olivia, you're alive.
Are you doing that?
I understand now.
Walter. I understand now.
I understand what the Machine does.
I know what it's capable of and I know where it came from.
- The first people? - Yes, the first people, Walter.
But the first people are us. You, more specifically.
And maybe Ella and Astrid.
I don't know who took the Machine back through time.
But I know something else.
I've seen doomsday.
And it is worse than anything you could possibly imagine.
This isn't a war that can be won.
Our two worlds are inextricable.
If one side dies...
we all die.
So I've torn holes in both the universes and they lead here to this room...
a bridge, so that we can begin to work together to fix...
You shattered my universe.
You have any idea how many deaths you've caused?
That was an accident.
What you have tried to do, you've done on purpose.
Whatever you've both done, we're here now...
so maybe it's time we start to fix it.
You were right.
They don't remember Peter.
How could they? He never existed.
He served his purpose.