Previously on Fringe:
I know exactly what I'm doing.
You had your evaluation with Dr. Sumner.
He called me with some concerns.
It is important that you be completely honest with me.
So that I can make a recommendation for your continued care...
whatever that may be.
I don't want to be recommitted. I can't go back there.
- What are you seeing? - A young man.
We have a problem.
It is impossible, he was erased.
And yet, traces of him continue to bleed through.
Walter, does he look like this?
I've been seeing him in my dreams for the past three weeks.
If we've both seen the same man, he must be real. We have to find him.
Time was drifting This rock had got to roll
So I hit the road and made my getaway
Restless feeling really got a hold
I started searching for a better way
- Hey, Olivia. - Hey.
Did I just step on a peanut?
You're lucky that I convinced him not to use shrimp.
Olivia, how nice of you to visit.
Well, technically, I'm not really visiting because I work here.
Oh, of course.
Hey, Walter, why don't you show Olivia what you're doing?
Oh. I want to capture the apparition that's been haunting us, on film.
I have the power of 28 cameras going here.
If you think it's possible to capture him on film...
why don't you just use a single video camera?
I believe the apparition may be out of phase with our reality.
And for that reason, he is not visible from all directions...
instead, he's visible only from one specific angle.
Which is why I can see him and no one else can.
So multiple cameras taking pictures from multiple angles.
When he shows up again...
I'll have maximized the odds of capturing his image.
An idea I got from the fight sequences in The Matrix.
He watched it last night to try and take his mind off his fear.
Now I welcome his visitation.
Any more dreams?
Did he visit again?
No.
But something else did.
When I woke up this morning...
there was some kind of energy hovering above my bed.
I know it sounds crazy...
but it was making some kind of droning noise, and it seemed to be...
It was powerful.
What did it do?
There were all these metal objects gathered in a pile on the floor...
like it was collecting.
It touched me.
Oh, my.
Walter, do you think that I'm causing this?
Like when I was a child and I set fire to the room.
Let's get a scraping for DNA. There's no time to waste.
Maybe we can deduce exactly what form of energy is responsible for this.
That should do it.
- Here you go, Walter. - Thank you.
I'm going to need an atmospheric sample from your apartment...
as soon as possible.
Of course.
Get closer to the metal objects, take a reading there now.
Oh, it's higher. Two whole rads at this proximity.
- Did you leave a window open? - Uh, yeah, the bedroom window was open.
Agent Dunham, go to another room...
the bathroom, say, find anything metal...
so they can test whether those metal objects have become magnetized.
What was that?
- What's what? - I'm getting some feedback.
- Astrid? - What's wrong?
What's happening?
- Olivia! - What's going on in there?
- Walter, what are you talking about? - Astrid?
What's wrong?
Olivia!
What's happening?
So you're saying that your equipment recorded the event...
before it occurred.
How is that even possible?
Whatever it is, it seemed to somehow... To affect time.
What are you thinking, Walter?
I'm not sure it caused a time effect before.
Before? I thought you said you'd never seen anything like this.
Exactly like this, no, but something similar.
Twenty-five years ago, when Belly and I did the Cortexiphan trials...
there was a boy who displayed an ability for astral projection.
Astral projection?
The ability to travel outside the physical body.
And the matter-to-energy transformation had similar results.
That would explain the radiation levels in Olivia's apartment.
But the ability came with a harmful side effect.
Every time he astral projected...
he would create a distortion in the magnetic field...
and attract metal objects to him.
Even if you're right, what does that have to do with me?
I mean, like you said, it was 25 years ago.
Belly always theorized...
that the Cortexiphan children would share a psychic link...
a deep emotional bond because of their shared experience.
Well, maybe this person's trying to reach out to you...
and the harmful side effects are unintentional.
- But why me? And why now? - I can't answer that.
But I can say that...
some of the children didn't handle the treatments as well as you did.
Some had adverse reactions...
emotionally.
You were always the strongest.
The others recognized that.
You were always their favorite.
It burned you by touching you, it trapped you in a room.
Who's to say what will happen next time?
We have to find him before he does more damage.
So, what was his name?
I remember he was Subject 9.
Nanotechnology, the bloom is not off the rose.
Because of the far-ranging claims that have been made...
about potential applications of nanotechnology...
a number of serious concerns have been raised...
about how this will affect our society if realized...
and what actions, if any are deemed appropriate...
might be needed to mitigate these risks.
This is not Massive Dynamic's concern.
We create technology.
How it is used is not our concern.
We just own the patents.
The Cortexiphan files were sealed for 20 years.
I'm not even sure if all of them still exist.
Files were lost, so to speak.
We never destroyed files.
Maybe she did. Viper.
Don't make me turn you off.
Well, tell her what I said.
Ask her why she destroyed files. Go on, ask her.
Maybe you can ask Walter if he remembers what group the boy was in.
I mean, that may help.
Of course. Uh, Walter, did you hear that?
Yes, her voice goes right into my inner ear and rattled around like razor blades.
Of course I heard her. Tell her to go...
He said that he is not sure, uh, but thank you for the suggestion.
I did not say that.
Walter has said many things to me over the years...
but "thank you" was never one of them.
A word, Olivia?
I'll see you in there.
So you told me about the fringe event...
but I think you left something out.
It's happening to you, isn't it?
Now, come on, I haven't seen this much fear in your face...
since Bobby Hastings asked you to the prom.
- So, what can I do to help you, dear? - You've done it.
Walter thinks he knows how to deal with it.
We just need to find the file.
So, what were these trials all about anyway?
Uh, Walter and William Bell thought that children had...
untapped extra-sensory capabilities.
Capabilities that are socialized out of us when we grow up...
and they wanted to tap into those abilities.
Things like, um, telekinesis, pyrokinesis...
even the ability to cross over to another universe without a bridge.
And so they experimented on kids?
Yeah.
What happened to the program?
I left. I ran away.
And Walter said he and Bell shut it down a few years after that.
Here he is.
His name's Cameron James.
Walter, what are you doing?
Going with Agent Dunham, of course.
Now that we know who he is and where we have to go to find him.
Walter, you haven't left the lab in three years.
You could be killed. I know the patient, I know his capabilities, you do not.
You need me. Without me, you can do nothing.
Claire, will you please man the cameras in my absence?
Really? "Claire"? That doesn't even start with an A.
If you don't mind, I think I should urinate before we leave.
And don't worry, I've packed us sandwiches.
- You okay? - Yes. Perfectly fine.
Peachy.
Fresh air. I'd forgotten how much I love it.
Ah.
I should have gotten out of the lab years ago.
It must be nearly 6:00.
I suppose we could wait for him to get home.
Perhaps some of the neighbors know where he works.
- Can we do that? - Do what?
We got here and the door was unlocked.
- Splendid. - Hello?
We're in the wrong place.
All the mail is all addressed to Mark Little.
- Cameron James must have moved on. - No, he still lives here.
Look around. There's no metal anywhere.
He's even changed the light fixtures.
Hey. Who are you? What are you doing in here?
- Agent Dunham, FBI. - Oh.
We're looking for a Mark Little.
You happen to know where we could find him?
Is he in trouble? He looked like the sort who could get into all sorts of trouble.
We're not sure. That's why we wanted to ask him some questions.
I'm Walter Bishop. It's nice to meet you.
Mark, uh, he won't be back till tomorrow morning.
He drives a supply truck for a furniture company. Back and forth to Maine.
Least, that's what he says he does.
- You never can tell with people. - So, uh, tomorrow morning. You sure?
- Yeah, he's usually back by 10. - Thank you.
Two hundred dollars a night.
Look at this room, it's a veritable Petri dish.
I can't imagine what I would see with a black light. Or worse, I can imagine.
Here.
It also controls the temperature and the lights.
And this is for the TV.
Of course, if Belly were still here, he'd be delighted.
You know, he and I used to argue about this.
At what point does technology outpace its usefulness?
Walter, um, I'm gonna try and get some sleep.
Can I get you anything before I go?
Perhaps a glass of water?
Do you have any idea how many viruses a simple water glass can carry?
Okay. Well, if you need me, I'm right next door.
Walter.
Walter?
Walter, it's me.
I'm coming in.
Hair follicles on the bedspread, dead skin cells on the pillow!
Chocolate stains on the desk and strawberry juice on the carpet!
Not to mention the bodily fluids, seminal stains and phlegm!
- Walter? - And urine on the carpet!
Don't you realize the harm these pathogens can provoke?
- I tried to ignore it! - Walter.
- I tried to ignore it! - Walter!
There is nothing here that can hurt you. This is all in your mind.
I'm sorry, does that hurt?
No. Not as deeply as my pride.
Mysophobia.
I haven't had an attack in years.
It's curious, don't you think?
I mean, the things that we see...
that we investigate, and you don't bat an eye.
Then some harmless germs make you shake in your boots.
Yeah. I suppose it is.
Elizabeth...
My wife used to say I was a man of contradictions.
She liked that about me.
I liked everything about her.
She committed suicide, did you know that?
After our Peter died.
I'm glad she never knew me like this.
Afraid of things I can't even see.
Walter, I don't think I'm gonna get much sleep tonight either.
What do you say to a root beer float?
No, no, no.
Let me show you how.
Take the straw out of the glass, thusly...
then stab the ice cream...
and push the straw down to the root beer at the bottom. Good.
Then you suck up the ice cream and the soda simultaneously...
to deliver the perfect blend of sugary goodness, like so.
Mm-mm.
Ah.
Better?
Better.
Mm.
Does he pose a significant threat to himself or others?
Hmm?
The letter in your jacket, from St. Claire's.
I wasn't snooping. I saw the emblem.
Well, perhaps I was snooping a bit.
I'm sorry. You weren't supposed to see that.
It's all right.
I've known for three years that this day would come sooner or later...
that I was a burden to Fringe Division and to you.
- Walter... - No need to sugarcoat it.
I've never had any illusions about the nature of this relationship.
Our relationship.
I merely work for you.
We're not family.
If I should cease to be useful...
if my behaviors are outweighing my value...
That's why you left the lab, isn't it, Walter?
To prove that you're capable?
I suppose tonight hasn't been my strongest showing.
I need you to understand...
that whatever decision I make...
I am only trying to do what's best.
What's best for whom, Agent Dunham?
Oh, dear.
Come on!
Olivia!
Thank you.
Lieutenant Daniels?
Special Agent Olivia Dunham.
You're the fed who's been pulling rank.
I got eyewitnesses reporting something that nobody seems to be able to explain.
I got a federal agent firing shots in public, that's you.
I got a car that ran into a wall of light. You wanna tell me what is going on here?
I don't know either. But, like I told your officers, I can handle it from here.
We're gonna need the case files, witness statements...
and security footage from above the cash register.
Before we discuss evidence, you're gonna have to explain...
what your jurisdiction is here. - I think that this is all you'll need.
The name at the top is my division chief, Phillip Broyles.
And below that, his boss. I'm sure that you'll recognize that name.
Blanket authority.
There you go.
I tried to give him some soup, but he said he wasn't interested.
Thank you.
We should go now.
I wanna be at Cameron James' apartment before he gets home.
This is because of what I did to all of you.
This is because of me.
It's an indisputable fact.
If I hadn't experimented with Cortexiphan...
then none of this would be happening. Thirty-seven innocent children.
And I just turned you into numbers in my head.
I didn't follow up on a single child. Not even you.
Hey, Walter, you said before that the doses were so low...
none of the children's abilities lasted
any longer than 24 hours after treatment.
That's true. And we couldn't have accounted for this.
But if Cameron is manifesting astral projection...
then it must be inadvertent.
Which means that he may not even be aware of the damage he's creating.
Oh, no. This is purposeful. I can feel it.
Okay, Walter. Here.
Alone?
- Walter. - May I borrow your cell phone?
I need to call Agent Farnsworth.
To check on my project.
Thank you.
- Mark Little? - Yeah?
Olivia Dunham. FBI.
I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions.
Um, sure.
Anything you need. What's going on?
Well, I'm actually looking for a man named Cameron James. I was...
Hey! Cameron?
Stop, Cameron.
- Cameron. - Aah!
- Why? - Who are you?
Why are you coming after me? What do you want?
- What's he doing here? - What do you want from me?
- Olivia. Olivia, please don't kill him. - Leave me alone.
- Olive? - Don't you lie to me.
- Why are you doing this to me? - I haven't thought about you in years.
Olive.
Man, look at you.
- You're okay. - No, no, no.
The elevator. The lights. You're able to astral project.
Listen, Dr. Freak, I haven't been able to astral project...
since you stopped shoving needles in my arm when I was 7 years old.
Now all I have are the bad side effects!
Any time I have any kind of anxiety, I send metal flying.
So I have to stay calm.
That's the funny thing about life. It's not always calm, you know?
You wanna hear about my last date?
I take a girl for something to eat...
I say something stupid...
I see she saw I said something stupid...
suddenly all the metal fillings are being pulled out of her mouth.
So thanks for that.
Why'd you change your name?
What are you hiding from?
If I was hiding, I would have moved.
Cameron James was my father's name.
He was the one who signed me up for those experiments.
Made me use his name so he could access...
that pathetic trust fund they gave us.
Took money from you so you could pump me full of drugs...
then turned around and spent it on drugs himself.
Hell of a guy.
I don't know what kind of father does that.
Not one I wanna share a name with.
You realize just what you did to me?
If you had given me some special power, that'd be one thing...
then maybe I'd be special...
or at least I'd be useful.
Or if you'd just left me alone, I could have been normal.
Have a normal life with normal friends.
Instead, I'm neither.
I'm just a freak.
Can you understand what that's like?
I'm afraid I can.
I'm sorry.
I never meant to harm you.
I have nothing to do with this.
No!
You stopped it.
Walter, if he isn't doing this, what is?
Walter.
You have to think of something.
I can't.
- There's nothing. - Well, if it isn't Cameron, what is it?
And why is it coming after me?
I don't know.
You don't know?
Or are you just afraid to tell us?
Do you think I wouldn't tell you?
You're not at all like I remember you.
What happened to you?
Walter.
You must be able to think of something.
It is possible that the electromagnetism isn't the root cause...
but a side effect of field distortions in time.
- In time? - Yes.
What we consider to be linear time. That would explain the video in the lab.
I witnessed effect before cause.
If Cameron's reflexive magnetic discharge dispersed the energy event...
then this thing, whatever it is, does not create magnetic fields.
It distorts those that already exist around us.
Focusing them.
- Maybe tearing them open. - Okay.
And I'm afraid it's going to keep returning until it's demolished...
growing so large that it will consume everything in its path.
Okay. So how do we stop it?
Well, we gather together a large enough field of energy...
to neutralize the electromagnetism.
- In theory, it should shatter it. - Okay. So how do we do that?
Oh, we can't. Only he can.
Okay. You have the ability to gather and direct the kind of power we need.
- How? - You did it in the hallway.
Once, when you were a boy, you blew up a toaster oven with your mind...
simply because of an irrational hatred of raisin toast.
You ever had raisin toast?
I know I was not correct that your abilities faded over time.
I am certain that their utility is based on your ability to focus your emotions.
It's like the toaster oven on a grander scale.
Thanks, Astrid.
Okay, there's a power-grid terminal on the west side.
What do we do now?
For whatever reason, the force seems to be drawn to Agent Dunham.
So now we wait. When it attacks her, you will combine your energy...
with the energy of the power grid to destroy it.
Have you heard about any of the others?
No.
- Have you? - You're the first.
I used to wonder about them a lot.
Less so now, I guess.
You haven't had any side effects from the experiments?
You're really lucky.
Or it's something else.
What are you saying?
When I had my first experience...
I thought something was coming after me too...
until I realized I was doing it to myself.
You think I'm doing this?
That I'm bringing this on myself?
I don't know.
The question is, would he tell you if he thought you were?
You weren't there anymore.
But I remember he wasn't happy when the experiments stopped.
It's happening.
It's happening!
Now, Cameron!
This isn't me.
I am not doing this.
Do it, Cameron.
Direct it at the wall.
Go on. That's it.
Disperse the energy.
Now, Cameron! Before it's too late!
You.
Yes. That's it. It's working!
Stronger!
Come on, destroy it!
Cameron, stop.
Cameron. Stop, Cameron!
Olivia, what are you doing?
Cameron!
I'm telling you, Walter, I was not seeing things.
- You're telling me it was him? The man? - Yes.
The man I was seeing in the lab?
The man you've been seeing in your dreams?
Then why did you try to stop Cameron from destroying it?
I don't know. I can't explain it. I just had a feeling that...
That he didn't wanna hurt me. That he wanted my help.
You know, Cameron, if there's anything that I can do for you...
Make him forget about me.
Walter, do you think we destroyed it? Do you think it's gone?
I can't be sure, Olivia.
What you did may have compromised Cameron's ability.
He may have just displaced it.
You acted against all reasonable agreements and expectations.
You behaved irrationally with regard to only your intuition and instincts.
I guess I did.
When I do that, people say I'm crazy.
I suppose I've learned that crazy is a lot more complicated than people think.
- Dunham. - I just received a disturbing call.
A father and son pulled a man from the middle of Reiden Lake.
- Where's Reiden Lake? - Upstate New York.
Details are sketchy, but apparently, whoever he is...
knows a lot of classified information.
Things no one outside this division could possibly know.
What's more, he claims to know every one of us.
I had a house at Reiden Lake.
Sorry I kept you waiting so long.
- Phillip Broyles. We spoke on the phone. - He's stabilized.
Vitals are good.
- Has he said anything else? - No.
But he keeps talking about an Olivia Dunham.
That's me.
- Can you take me to him? - Follow me.
Excuse me, doctor.
Olivia.
Thank God, you're here.
Who are you?