Previously on Fringe...
I think the machine is my best chance of getting home,
and Walter is not gonna help me recalibrate it,
so I'm hoping that Walternate will.
I need to cross over into the alternate universe.
Put your hands behind your head.
Don't move!
Our universe has been infiltrated
by shape-shifters from your side,
and your Defense Secretary is behind them.
We'll sort it out at headquarters.
Nobody knows you're here but us.
Secretary Bishop,
I came here because I needed your help to get home.
And I will do everything in my power,
but you must go back to the other side and tell them
whoever's behind this is a threat to us all.
We're chasing the story of a suspect
locked in a broom closet.
What if he's right?
What if he's not?
We have to tell Broyles something.
They're on their way to you now.
We'll be waiting for them.
I'm telling you, you're making a mistake.
Your Defense Secretary is covering his tracks.
He has been inside your divi--
Colonel Broyles.
Mr. Secretary.
What are you doing here, sir?
I understand you have a detainee--
Agent Lincoln Lee from the other side.
That's right.
Who's this?
Please see that Agent Lee is released immediately.
As far as the rest...
Well, perhaps best I explain in private.
Shape-shifters?
You're certain about this?
I wouldn't be here if I weren't.
And if the Department of Defense can be infiltrated,
then clearly every branch of our government is vulnerable.
You're suggesting that Fringe--
We have reason to believe that your Agent Murphy
may have been one of them.
We'll know for sure as soon as he's autopsied.
Do we have any idea who they're answering to?
No.
Nor do we understand their end...
What their agenda is.
We might know more soon.
Agents Lee and Dunham ran a trace
on Murphy's last phone call.
They're following up as we speak.
I don't know.
I've known Murphy since the Academy.
He's always been a straight arrow.
Oh, I just got kind of a hunch
that this other Lincoln's telling us the truth.
Must be because he has such a trustworthy face.
See, I think he's kind of funny-looking.
You're funny-looking.
Don't move.
Put your hands up.
Do you know what she is?
A shape-shifter.
She was once just a human being
like any other.
Until you killed her.
Oh, she's not dead.
Though in a manner of speaking,
she was.
A bookkeeper for an accounting firm--
can you imagine anything more lifeless?
I suppose this is what is feels like
to have a child...
To love as a parent does.
You must be very proud.
Oh, I am...
Of all of them.
47 so far.
And each one...
Perfect.
I'm so sorry.
What are you doing to it?
To her!
Isn't it obvious.
Now I'm killing her.
Why'd you do that?
Because you don't know me or what I'm capable of.
But if I'm willing to do that to someone I love dearly,
imagine what I'll do to people I don't care about.
And what is it you need? From you?
Nothing.
You don't have the authority.
Take me to your leader.
♪ Fringe 4x09 ♪ Enemy of My Enemy Original Air Date on January 20, 2012
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♪
How's the cheese coming? Is it done soaking yet?
Ah! Agent...Dunham.
Hey.
Look...
Spherical pastrami.
You hungry? Uh...
No. Thank you.
Um, I was looking for Astrid.
Hey.
Walter's just discovered molecular gastronomy.
I liquefied the meat,
then placed it in an alginate bath.
It's--it's really quite...
Disgusting.
That's the thing about scientific inquiry--
not every experiment is a success.
But I hold high hopes for the parmesan ice cream.
You've had a fun day?
The best.
What's up?
I was hoping you could do something for me.
Uh, could you check this blood sample
against the national and international databases?
Am I looking for anything in particular?
I don't know-- a name, a genetic marker,
anything out of the ordinary.
What's going on?
You seem troubled.
I helped Peter and Lincoln
cross over to the other universe.
Since Walter's refusing to help Peter get back
to where he's from,
he thinks that Walternate may help him.
And Lincoln's doing recon on the shape-shifters.
Whoa.
And what does that have to do with the blood sample?
Probably nothing, but can you call me
if you find anything?
- Mm. - And wish me luck.
Where are you going? Why do you need luck?
Because Broyles doesn't know anything about this, does he?
And Peter and Lincoln should have been back by now,
so I'm gonna have to go and tell him what's been going on.
Good luck.
What do we know?
That he is certifiable.
Apart from that, nothing else.
- I.D.? - We didn't find a show-me--
no surprise there.
We ran his biometrics through all the databases--
criminal, medical, insurance.
Based on his accent, we even reached out to Scotland Yard.
So far, nothing. - Anything at the location?
Cleared it out before we got there.
Science Division's doing a sweep.
He knew we were coming.
I mean, he was waiting for us to show up.
Take him to interrogation. I'll meet you there.
And this time use an actual room,
not the maintenance closet.
Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
Thanks.
You hear they're bringing up the suspect?
What suspect?
The guy who's behind trying to have us killed,
the guy behind the shape-shifters.
Sir, your escort should be here shortly.
Thank you.
What escort?
We're leaving.
Wait a minute--we might finally get some answers.
We should stay here, and we should assist
- with the interrogation. - - No.
I finally got Walternate to agree to help me.
I don't think the way to say thank you
is to tell him how to do his job.
So that's it. Yeah, you...
- You got what you wanted. - Yes, I got what I wanted.
And whatever he finds out in that interrogation
he's gonna share with you.
So you got what you came for.
And now all I want to do is get back to the other side,
study the blueprints--
I need to be a part of this investigation.
I lost partner.
I lost a universe!
You're scared. Yes, I am scared.
I'm scared that every day that I stay here
the people that I love
get farther and farther away from me.
So let them do their jobs.
There's nothing that you can do here
that they can't do for themselves.
Is the interrogation room ready?
What is it?
You know that guy?
I'm Colonel Broyles.
I'd like to ask you some questions.
I'm sure you have an abundance of questions.
But I doubt I'd answer any of them.
Besides which, we don't have much time.
I imagine you'd like to avoid unnecessary deaths.
We're not in the business of responding to threats.
Oh, I wouldn't call it that.
Consider it an...
Insurance policy.
An Agent of mine--
a shape-shifter posing as Dr. Brandon Fayette--
was taken off-line earlier today.
In his office, above his desk,
there is a light fixture.
Remove the outer frame.
Tucked inside, there is a hard drive
you have 12 minutes to bring it to me.
- 12? - Not to worry.
I've been assured that by helicopter,
you can make it to the D.O.D. and back
with two minutes to spare.
And what's on the hard drive?
Go.
We'll call on our way back.
Nothing of interest to you,
though I'm sure you'll copy the contents
before you let me go.
Before we let you go?
Of course.
Anything else you want while we're at it?
Um...
I wouldn't mind a cup of tea.
I imagined you'd be on your way back home.
I know who that man is.
His name is David Robert Jones.
Go on.
He's a scientist.
He has a background in biotechnology
and genetic weaponry.
If you're right, we'll have a record of him--we don't.
He's not in any database.
Because he's not from your universe.
He crossed over from the other side.
How can you be so certain?
You've already that things are different from your timeline.
Let me talk to him.
Sir, I hardly think that's wise.
Do you have my tea?
Hardly.
I do have some questions I'd like to ask you, though.
Funny... The last man in here
said the same thing.
You're not from here, are you?
Did the accent give it away?
No.
Actually, it was the scars.
Did you see that?
His pulse just went up.
The last time I saw you,
you were completely falling apart--
molecular disintegration
due to transporting out of a German prison.
They had to wrap you in bandages
just keep you from turning into a puddle on the floor.
It seems like you figured out a way to heal yourself.
Do you mind if I ask?
What was it-- some sort of...
DNA graft?
I've never met you in my life.
No.
But I've met you.
Where?
When you were crossing out of your universe
into this one.
You created a-a doorway, a portal.
I'm the man who closed it on you.
It cut you right in half.
Interesting story.
Yet I'm still in one piece.
I believe you've run out of time.
This is Broyles.
Sir, I have a woman on the line
who says you're expecting her call.
She says she's a friend of Mr. Jones.
Go ahead.
Is Secretary Bishop on the line too?
Who is this?
Can Mr. Jones hear me as well?
He can.
What do you want?
Just for you to listen.
Dr. Samuels, do you want me to give that little girl
with the bike injury a tetanus?
Not necessary.
I don't think she's gonna make it.
Oh, my God.
Help! Help!
Help! Let me out of here!
Yes?
Uh, sir, can I speak to you?
Is this about Peter and Agent Lee?
You know?
That you helped them cross over to the other side
without my authorization?
Yes, I know.
I've just received word from my alter ego.
Needless to say, he was about as amused as I am.
- Are they okay? - They're fine.
And we'll deal with the issue of your insubordination
once we've resolved the situation.
What situation?
Take a seat.
Have you ever heard of a man named David Robert Jones?
- No. - Neither had I.
He's been in Frankfurt prison
for possession of state secrets.
Three years ago, he broke out.
Apparently, since then,
he's made his way to the other side.
There were 16 people in the E.R.--
all of them dead.
And he says, if he's not released within 14 minutes,
then next attack will be worse.
What do you want to do, sir?
- Prepare him for release. - What?
You can't be serious.
I understand your concerns, Agent.
I can't in good conscience
allow him to continue to attack civilian targets.
And you think capitulating is going to make him
any less dangerous?
Tell them.
Tell them this is a terrible idea.
What idea?
They're gonna let Jones just walk right out of here.
Do we even know what's on the hard disk?
Apparently, he was accessing government satellites.
Astrid's reviewing the data now.
Obviously, we'll be keeping him
under constant surveillance.
This situation may even play out to our advantage.
We may learn who he's working with,
where the other shape-shifters are.
We can monitor him with an internal tracker.
- That's a good idea. - I'm glad you like it.
I put one in his tea.
Agent Lee, Dunham...
Start organizing the surveillance detail.
I'd like to help... If that's okay with you.
Any objections?
None.
Much better, thank you.
The hard drive, please.
It's been a pleasure.
Hey, Red, you got anything?
Uh, yeah. I mean, same as you.
I'm looking at a guy who knows he's being watched.
He's gonna make a move soon, though.
Check your watch.
He's waiting for the lunch crowd.
He's gonna try and get lost.
I'll be waiting.
So you two seem close.
Yeah, we are.
Oh, no, no.
No, I mean, not--
just as partners.
You don't have to say it like that,
like you pity us.
No, I just broke up with someone,
and Lincoln's been my shoulder to cry on.
He just got up.
What's he doing?
I'm guessing that's not lunch.
All units be advised--
suspect removed
some kind of thermos from the trash.
Place Hazmat and E.O.D. personnel on standby.
Hello.
Would you like some money?
- For real? - Oh, yes.
But I need your help giving away all of it.
You see, I've realized
that there's no point being...
The richest man in the cemetery.
Huh. All right.
This guy's giving out free money!
Are you seeing this?
Yeah, I see it. What the hell's he up to?
Oh, no.
Colonel Broyles... We have a problem.
- What is it? - The tracking software--
there's some sort of malfunction.
Jones's tracking signal is multiplying.
We're seeing 40 or 50 dots and counting.
It's the money.
He knows he's being tracked.
- He's put trackers on the money. - What?
How the hell did he know what signal we're using?
Damn it.
All units, move into the Plaza
and maintain a visual on the target.
Excuse me! Fringe Division!
Astrid, is there any way
you can zero in on Jones?
I don't know which signal is his.
I don't see him.
Okay, I think I got him.
There's a new cluster of trackers
forming by the fountain north of the Plaza.
Damn it. It just disappeared.
Colonel Broyles, we lost him.
Roger that.
All personnel return to Fringe Division.
♪
Walter, I know whatever happened today was a setback.
There's more than that.
We were severely compromised.
Another, please.
And more scotch is gonna change that?
It was my decision, Elizabeth.
I knew the risk.
I took a-- an immense gamble.
And now that man Jones is gone.
I don't think that's all you're upset about.
You've gone over the blueprints, haven't you?
Like Peter asked you to.
Yes.
I've tried to see what he's saying...
That the machine is...
capable of more than one function,
that it can return him to his timeline.
But I can't help him.
And apparently, the other Walter refuses to...
Which is...
Ironic,
given the lengths that that man went to in the past.
That is not your fault.
It never was.
Well, the outcome is still the same.
I couldn't save our son then.
And I can't help him now.
Maybe I can.
Maybe I can help Peter.
These are all the files we got from the hard drive.
It seems Mr. Jones was using D.O.D satellite
and ground-penetrating radar
to gather geological information.
So he's looking for something underground.
What's there-- minerals, oil deposits?
Nothing of obvious value.
I've cross-referenced the subfolders
to see which locations they researched the most,
but so far, I haven't found any meaningful pattern.
Let me know if you do.
Yes, sir.
Do you mind if I take a look at your list of locations?
I don't mind.
Are you really from another timeline?
Yeah, I think so.
Cool.
Hey, Lincoln, it's me.
We're uploading Jones' face-recognition profile
to the surveillance net now.
No, they're detailed.
We got some photos from the interrogation.
Okay, well, call me when you do.
Any progress?
Nothing yet, no.
You got something on your mind?
Actually, yeah.
That tracker we had on Jones--
how did he pinpoint the wavelength we were on
that quickly?
What, you think someone from our team told him?
You have a better idea?
I'm sorry to interrupt.
That man, Peter--he says he knows where Jones is going.
I think he was looking for a mineral
named Amphilicite.
It's found mostly under sizeable deposits of limestone.
I overlooked its significance.
Because on its own, it has no significance.
In its natural state, it's inert.
It's not really reactive, like helium.
But if you know how to process it properly,
it can be used as a power source. - How do you know all this?
Because where I'm from,
William Bell used a tiny amount of it
to create a battery.
Jones stole the battery.
A battery made out of rock?
Yes, trust me, with this stuff,
you get a lot of bang for your buck.
Well, how much bang are we talking?
Enough to blow a hole in the universe.
I'm guessing Jones must have figured out the same process
that Bell did and possibly how to weaponize it.
Which is why he's looking for it.
Any idea where he plans on getting it?
Of all the locations
he was studying, the one with the most potential
for Amphilicite is located...
Here.
The Hudson River Valley.
Right, and this is the map file they accessed the most
on Dr. Fayette's hard drive-- the Mohonk Quarry.
We contacted the quarry.
They said they haven't seen any signs of trouble.
Which means we may finally be one step ahead of him.
Contact Agent Lee.
I want that quarry secured immediately.
Yes, sir.
We're on the scene.
We've got the main entrance secured
and the quarries cleared.
Looks like we beat Jones to it.
Soil is undisturbed-- no signs of excavation
for the last two months, at least.
Good.
Let's secure the ridge line.
Take up positions on the western edge.
No one gets in or out.
Can you patch me through
You're on.
There's an access road
above the quarry.
It'd be easy for Jones
to outflank you if you don't guard it.
What access road?
It's just to the north of your position.
There's no road.
I'm looking right at it.
Is this the map that we downloaded
from Dr. Fayette's hard drive?
It is.
Why?
We're in the wrong universe.
Corridor tracking is complete.
Do it.
Something about the air on this side--
it tastes sweeter.
Tail to the west makes weather best,
and a tail to the east
makes weather least.
I told Astrid she wouldn't need an umbrella.
Excuse me, Dr. Bishop.
You have a visitor.
Not now.
Can't you see we're working on something
very important.
Walter?
I'm not her. You know that, don't you?
Of course.
You're from the other side.
I never expected to see you again.
I suppose it's appropriate that...
A version of our son should bring us together.
I came here for Peter.
I understand you're refusing to help him.
I'm sorry you traveled so far.
I can't.
I have made my position quite clear.
The last time I saw you,
you had come to save a boy's life.
Now I've come to do the same.
Welcome home.
For the record, this was my idea.
Later. There's a chopper waiting.
The tech team is already en route to the location.
We'll meet them there.
How much trouble you in?
On a scale of one to ten?
A lot.
I'm sorry.
It'll blow over. It's not the first time.
Thank you.
I-I used honey instead of sugar.
I-I thought--
but if you would prefer otherwise--
Actually, I prefer honey.
She did too...
my Elizabeth.
My being here must remind you of so many things.
I'm reminded of something too...
Of that night 26 years ago...
When you came to me on the other side
and took Peter away with you.
I'm sorry.
I should never have done so.
You were trying to save him.
He wasn't mine to save.
I had no right.
My Peter had already gone.
You were still a father.
I saw how much you loved him--
your strength.
Not strength--hubris.
And I've been punished for it ever since.
Hmm.
By whom?
By God...
By a deity--
whatever you want to call it.
And I understand I deserve it.
No man should do what I did.
You made a mistake. That's what being a man is.
It was more than a mistake.
I broke universes.
I asked for a sign of forgiveness.
But I got nothing.
There is no absolution for me.
Well, I don't believe that.
I forgive you, Walter.
I forgave you a long time ago.
And if I can...
God can.
We both lost our sons.
We never watched them...
Grow up and...
Fall in love, have babies.
But there's something of them in him.
This Peter.
I know you feel it too.
And if you could just help him...
Walter, he deserves to go back to the people he loves...
and who love him.
I'm afraid.
So is he.
We've got incoming.
Secure the cargo.
Hold them off.
Let's go.
Hey, can I get one of those?
- Think you'll need a gun? - Better safe than sorry.
Get down!
We are done here.
That's Jones.
Lincoln, I'm going after Jones.
Give me your walkie. What?
Give me your walkie, now!
Notify Colonel Broyles on the other side.
Have him to send a team to meet me.
Olivia, stop!
Do not follow Jones!
The window will close behind him.
And if it closes while you're going through it,
it will kill you!
Olivia, please, trust me.
Olivia?
I'm here.
You okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.
Seems only hours ago that I asked Peter
to be my emissary.
I knew that, despite the accord,
that there remained a great deal of...
Distrust and trepidation between our sides--
much of it directed towards me.
I also know the truth--
that a new breed of shape-shifter
had infiltrated both our worlds.
And the only way to defeat them
meant working together,
fully combining our resources
and our talents.
I thought that if you heard this from someone
more impartial...
You'd see the imperative.
That message is no longer necessary.
We know who our enemy is now.
And that in itself is a distinct step forward.
Now that we know that Jones can cross between sides,
we can coordinate our search.
You'll have our complete support.
That's all good, but you said
that only a tiny amount of this processed mineral
is enough to tear a hole through a universe.
So what is he planning?
As far as we can tell, he's already recovered
at least 100 pounds of it.
She's right.
We'll have to start trying to game-plan
what he's after.
How?
We have no information to work from,
and so far, he's been ahead of us every step of the way.
Jones figured we'd realize
he was interested in the quarry,
so he crossed over to the other side.
We recovered his transport device.
Yes, but for all we know, he has more of them.
He is holding all the cards on this.
Not all of them.
You have me.
I know him.
And I saw how nervous he was when I was questioning him.
If nothing else, I'm a variable
that he didn't plan for.
So, yes, we will all have to work together.
But somewhere, we stopped him once before.
And we can stop him again.
Okay, you have to tell me everything you know
about David Robert Jones--
the one that you encountered. - Of course.
Okay, like, every little detail that you remember.
Sure.
All right, I'm gonna see what rooms are available.
What? Now?
We should get started right away.
No, let's do this tomorrow.
I feel like I haven't slept in three days.
First thing, I promise.
Fair enough.
You know, Peter, uh...
Before, at the quarry, if it weren't for you...
You're welcome.
All right, I'll have someone pick you up in the morning.
Yeah, yeah, I hear ya.
Walter.
Are you okay?
- May I come inside? - Yeah, yeah.
Perhaps something to drink--
it's quite a long walk.
Thank you.
You should know that your mother
was a wonderful woman...
Every version of her.
She came to see you.
I lost the people I loved most,
and I imagine you miss them too--
the people you've left behind.
Yes, I do.
I'll help you, Peter.
I will help you get home.
The last 25 years
I've spent thinking about losing my son.
I thought I was an expert on loss.
Maybe that's why you're here...
Mm, because there are still things
that I need to learn.
What?
I just spent the last several days
with the other Walter.
And I was very surprised to learn
that he's not the man that I thought he was.
But I am not at all surprised to learn that you are.
Is that a good thing?
Yes, Walter.
That is a very good thing.
You know, I used to live here.
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