Previously on Fringe...
Clearly I'm in the wrong place,
and all the people that I know and love are...
Somewhere else.
You were showing up in my dreams.
How is that possible when I'd never even seen you before?
In the dreams, did you...
feel like you knew me?
Did you feel anything?
You were a stranger, so what would I feel?
His name is David Robert Jones.
He was looking for a mineral named amphilocite.
If you know how to process it properly,
it can be used as a power source.
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 love you.
Do you love me?
I do.
Then tell me. I want to hear you say it.
I love you.
Hey. It's Peter.
I'm sorry. I know it's early. Did I wake you?
Uh, no, that's okay. What's up?
Me and Walter for the last 24 hours.
We've been working on the machine.
Did you make any progress?
Yes. I think we had a breakthrough.
Could be the first step towards getting me back home,
but...
But...
There's something I need your help with.
Gently, gently...
The trick is to ensure
optimal heat distribution...
While not allowing the mixture to separate.
Ah, Olivia, you're just in time.
What is that smell?
Walter is creating a new breakfast cocktail--
hot cinnamon roll.
Did you know that the cocktail
was historically conceived as a morning beverage?
The etymology of the word itself, "cocktail,"
comes from the magnificent rooster,
who announces the dawn of each day.
What's in it?
Oh, boy.
It's mostly cinnamon schnapps and butter, but...
Right now it's mostly butter.
It needs more butter.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm just a little bit tired--that's all.
Uh, what did you need my help with?
Peter and I have completed
the biomechanical interface for the machine.
The device is uniquely calibrated
to work only with Peter's genetic profile.
It uses an organic interface to transcode
Peter's neural impulses into command directives.
Just watch.
So you're able to control the machine
with your thoughts through this?
That's how I was able to do it back in my timeline.
And what, you just click your heels and think of home?
Well, we haven't quite worked out how that works yet,
but that's kind of how I ended up here in Oz
in the first place, so in theory, yeah.
We won't know for sure until we're able to test
the prototype on the machine itself.
Which would require Broyles' authorization.
Now I know why I'm here.
You don't mind asking him, do you?
No, of course not. I'll see what I can do.
♪ I... ♪
♪ I have crazy dreams ♪
Come on.
Yeah, I can't explain it.
Another one here.
Just stopped working.
Oh, yeah.
Just the lights went out, and then...just stopped.
Hey, check it out!
Do you see that?
What is that?
Over there.
We got another...
What the hell?
Whoa.
Oh.
Got to be kidding me.
Oh...
Honey, come here. Come here. Come here.
Yeah.
Can't believe it.
You got service?
Does anyone have cell reception?
Is your phone working?
Plane just went down.
It might now. We should call...
♪ Fringe 4x12 ♪ Welcome to Westfield Original Air Date on February 10, 2012
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I'll get Walter online.
Okay.
Welcome to Vermont.
Thanks.
So what brings us here?
Atlantic 591 was passing overhead
when a disturbance occurred mid-flight.
It appears their electrical and hydraulic systems failed.
Walter?
I'm sorry. I can't seem to reach him.
Any survivors?
None. NTSB is currently working the crash site
about two miles south of here. Walter...
But we think whatever caused the crash
originated in this location.
On what basis?
Approximately three hours ago,
every vehicle on this stretch of highway
inexplicably lost power.
Well, it could be some sort of interference.
Are there any high-frequency radio towers around?
None.
That wouldn't explain some of the stranger events
described by witnesses.
Objects suspended in midair...
Walter, are you getting this?
Can you hear me?
Walter...
For God's sake, woman, lower your decibels.
You're here, in person.
I thought it was a nice day for a drive.
Well, let's get started, shall we?
Well done convincing him to leave the lab.
Don't look at me. This was his idea.
I guess he finally got tired of being caged up.
Yeah, it's not just that.
I mean, he's been much more open lately, somehow.
Peter!
Look at this.
Walter, what are you doing?
This car belongs to someone.
Just watch.
Huh. It's magnetized.
As I suspected--
I didn't think that those levitating effects
that the witnesses described
were the result of a change in gravity.
On the contrary, it seems that for a brief moment,
the electromagnetic force
in this area was increased dramatically.
Which is why all of the cars' electrical systems failed...
And probably the plane's as well.
And it was strong enough...
to leave a residual magnetic force
in all metal objects in the vicinity.
Do you have any idea what caused it?
No. Not yet.
I'll--I'll need to take some samples
before I can develop a proper theory.
Um, but I-I-I will require some of the plane's wreckage
and the black box.
Go ahead and collect whatever evidence you need here.
Agent Farnsworth and I will coordinate with NTSB
to take custody of the wreckage and the bodies.
Peter...
While I'm collecting the samples,
just down the road, I saw a sign for a place
that serves delicious homemade rhubarb pie.
Who's hungry?
There.
"The best in Westfield." Do you see?
Damn it. What's up?
I can't get a signal.
I'm gonna hit that pay phone on the corner,
see if I can get an E.T.A. from Astrid.
We may have to get the rhubarb to go.
All right. We'll meet you in there. Okay.
Come on in out of the cold, gentlemen.
Have a seat.
What can I get for you?
Your largest slice of rhubarb pie
and coffee, please.
- All right. And for you? - Just the bathroom.
Uh, it's in the back there-- first door on your right.
Thanks.
So where you folks from?
Boston.
Ah, it's a lovely city.
Got an Uncle out in Somerville.
Your first time in Vermont?
Are we in Vermont? I had no idea.
- What, you folks lost? -Not that I'm aware of.
Well, how does a man drive all the way from Boston to Vermont
and not even know that he's there?
Oh, I'm not allowed to drive.
I haven't renewed my license
since I got out of the mental institution.
You know what? I like you.
Pie's on the house.
Oh. Thank you.
Hey.
Looks like June got you some coffee.
How's your evening going?
Excellent.
And yours?
Just fine. So what can I get for you?
Pardon?
What do you want to order?
But... But I ordered a moment ago.
This is my busiest shift.
Do you want to order or not?
But I did.
I-I ordered rhubarb pie.
And you even offered to give it to me free of charge.
Are you trying to steal food?
No, of course not.
Nobody steals from me.
Not you, not Cliff, nobody.
You hear me, old man?
I hear you. I hear you perfectly well.
Oh.
Still got to get you that pie.
Must've forgot. I'm sorry about that.
Please...
And there you go.
Anything else I can get for you?
No.
Thank you very much.
You're very welcome.
Yaah!
Whaa!
Peter! Peter!
Walter!
Rraah!
Peter...
I'm okay.
What--what happened?
I don't know, but there's a guy in the back room.
I think the cook attacked him. He's pretty beat up.
Thank you.
Come on.
Pulse pressure's weak...
Probably as a result of the puncture in the arm.
An inch to the right,
it would've hit his brachial artery.
I just found another body behind the counter.
- What are you thinking, serial killer? - I don't know.
I mean, I think there's something off
about this entire town. Meaning what?
The whole place is deserted.
I can't get a cell signal. All the phone lines are down.
Do I take that to mean that we can't call for an ambulance?
What, you can't treat him here?
Well, he's lost too much blood.
Unless he is administered fluid,
resuscitation, and a blood transfusion
immediately, he may not make it.
Well, the nearest hospital is 20 miles away.
Then let's get movin'.
Grab his feet.
Where am I?
You've sustained some injuries.
We're going to get you to a hospital.
No.
No, we can't leave. We--we can't leave.
You're going to be all right.
Stay with us. What's your name?
Cliff.
Cliff Hayes.
Did you see that?
Yeah, "Welcome to Westfield."
Y-you must've gotten turned around someplace.
Yeah, I guess so.
You just got to stay on the main road.
It takes you right back to the highway.
Yeah, I-I thought I did.
What the hell is going on here?
That's not possible.
We can't leave. We can't leave.
I think our friend's right.
We're trapped here.
Hello?
FBI. Anyone here?
Put him down here, Peter.
His pulse is dropping.
Start the blood transfusion immediately.
With what, Walter?
Uh, see if you can find a first aid kit.
There might be an I.V.
I'm "O" negative, so I can donate.
Okay, the phones are out here too.
Walter, why can't we leave?
Do you think it's got something to do
with what happened on the highway?
I'm not sure.
I've seen this once before.
Where?
Brigadoon. The musical.
Magical town in the forest where no one can leave.
Of course, that quaint Scottish village
was more hospitable than our present locale.
Come on, Walter.
I haven't formed a hypothesis at the moment.
My concern is keeping this man alive.
Found an I.V. kit.
Good. Put pressure here.
Prepare two needles.
We're not safe here.
This town...
Everyone's crazy.
It started three nights ago.
My sister woke us up. She was frantic.
She was so scared.
A man had broken into her house.
I tried calling the sheriff, but the phones were down,
so I went over.
When I got there, I found...
Her husband in the bedroom...
Shot in the head...
Point-blank.
The intruder killed him?
Not the intruder.
Her.
She said she'd never seen him before in her life.
They'd been married for 18 years.
So the effects are amnesic?
Not exactly.
She was delusional,
she was talking about people she'd never met...
Things she'd never done...
Children she didn't have.
It was as if she was...
having memories, all of a sudden,
from someone else's life.
The symptoms you're describing--
it resembles schizophrenia.
I know it well.
Except it wasn't just her.
It was everyone.
So how can an entire town
turn schizophrenic overnight?
Some sort of biological contagion?
Maybe a virus that affects the human brain?
A virus doesn't explain why we drive out
one side of town and right in the other.
Oh, this is something else.
What else can you tell us about the symptoms?
Most got sick right away.
Others took longer, like, hours, a day.
But it always started the same way.
First, confusion, forgetting things...
Tremors.
Some of them became paranoid.
Others turned violent.
Like our friend at the diner.
A few of us who are immune
are holed up at the high school.
Including my wife and daughter.
That's why I went to the diner, to get them food.
They need supplies.
But what they need most of all is hope.
Knowing that the FBI is here might give them that.
All right, we need to find a way to contact Broyles
and let him know what's going on here.
I did find some radios out back.
I could try to send out a signal,
but I'm gonna need an elevated place
with a clear line of sight and something to boost the power.
There is a--
an emergency generator at the high school.
What do you think?
I think we're gonna need a few things first.
You know, I think there's a military base
about 50 miles from here.
You think the army's involved in this?
I mean, something of this magnitude--a whole town?
Perhaps it was a military experiment gone wrong,
like that case we caught in Edina.
Where's Edina?
Uh, upstate New York.
Remember, the whole town's population was disfigured
from the military experiment?
We never had such a case.
I investigated a case in Edina
with my Walter and my Olivia.
Oh, right.
Right, well, I must've--
I must've read it in your debrief.
Oh, uh, Peter, now,
now, I don't consider myself to be a violent man...
Per se,
but given the danger of our, uh, present predicament,
I think it would be best if I had one of those.
Pepper spray?
Just remember it shoots that way.
You ever use a gun?
I'm a teacher.
Okay, red button, safety.
Come on.
Okay, let's go.
What's that?
W-- shh, shh.
You guys hear that?
We got to get out of this town.
Come on.
It won't start.
The increase in electromagnetism
that caused the cars to lose power on the highway
must be present in this town too.
Well, it was working when we pulled in.
Well, the effect must be intermittent.
We can wait, but we have no idea
how long it will last.
I see the resemblance. Pardon?
Agent Dunham said his name is Bishop, like yours.
He's your son, isn't he?
In a fashion, yes, you could say that.
You all right?
Yeah.
It's just-- my arm won't stop shaking.
That's all.
Whoa, whoa. What's the matter?
No, I'm okay.
It's just-- I'm just a little bit dizzy.
You need some water?
Oh, Peter, I don't know how to explain it,
but that feels like there was somebody else
in my, uh-- in my head.
Here...
Take this.
I-I-I'm scared that--
that what's happening to the other people in this town
is happening to me.
Open up. It's Cliff.
Cliff. Who are they?
They're FBI, Brian.
I'll explain inside.
I thought you were dead.
What happened?
Long story.
How many people do you have here?
12 of us made it.
Eleven.
Teresa.
When? This morning.
Locked her up in one of the empty classrooms.
Couldn't take the chance she'd hurt one of us.
Daddy! Lacey-girl.
Oh, my God.
- I thought you were-- - No, no.
I'm here. I'm here.
We got to tell Walter.
If you think what's happening to these people
is happening to you-- so, FBI, huh?
Where's the rest of you?
Uh, they'll be here soon.
We've been trapped here for days.
Our whole damn town's destroyed.
Our friends, our families--
everyone's going crazy,
and the U.S. government sends three people?
Look, I understand that you have questions,
but all I can tell you at the moment
is that help will come.
Now, in the meantime,
we need to work together, find out what's going on here,
and also how to get out.
If I could examine one of the victims,
we might get answers to what's happening in this town.
I heard that one of your party went insane.
May I see her?
Teresa.
You're the man from the government.
You're here about our air quality.
The air quality's bad here, isn't it?
Hmm.
May I?
Hmm. Fascinating.
What is it, Walter?
I'll need to take a blood sample.
The cook at the diner had two irises in each eye.
Perhaps whatever is afflicting these people
is creating some sort of rapid mitosis,
causing the cells to replicate exponentially,
duplicating body parts.
Mm.
I'm going to ask you some questions, Teresa.
I should start supper.
Lee's going to be home soon.
H-her husband--
he passed six, seven years ago.
So when was the last time
you saw Lee, Teresa? This morning.
I packed his lunch before he went to work.
And what did you and Lee talk about this morning?
Is this a joke? Some sick joke?
Sorry?
My Lee's dead...
Seven years this April.
I should start supper.
Lee's gonna be home soon.
How did it go?
Did you get the radio to work?
I couldn't get a signal.
Even if I had a generator twice that size,
there's just too much electromagnetic interference.
I think we're stuck here for a while.
What's wrong?
That woman, Teresa--
her husband died seven years ago,
and yet she thinks she talked to him this morning.
Let Walter test your blood too.
It's the only way you're gonna know for sure.
They're probably just psychosomatic--
these things you're feeling.
You were always very empathetic, even as a child.
That's why you're such a great investigator--
you ability to empathize with the victims.
That's all this is.
A-and if it's something worse, then we'll deal with it.
Well, I-I need to go and examine this.
Well, I'm glad you're here--
not just for me but for him.
I've seen the way he's been with you lately.
Before you got here, he was kind of shut down
and isolated.
He's a lot like my Walter, this one.
What's she like?
Pardon me?
The other Olivia.
I'm just curious.
I don't know, she's, uh--
she's driven.
She's very, very stubborn.
She doesn't like to lose.
But she sees the best in people,
even when they don't see it themselves.
When she first found me, I was in Baghdad
trying to run a scam on these two Iranian businessmen.
I didn't picture you as the scamming type.
That's what made me so good at it.
Anyway, it was all supposed to be temporary.
She told me I just had to babysit Walter
while he was working on a case for the FBI,
and then after it was done, I could leave,
go back to my own life--
despite, of course, how gorgeous she is.
Well, you've got good taste.
She gave me something that I hadn't had since--
really since my mom died.
She gave me...
A place to call home...
A place I'd want to call home.
Eventually, we even had our own thing.
A thing?
Yeah, a thing. A routine, you know?
On Friday nights, we'd get together.
We'd watch cheesy horror films and order in from Damiano's.
You ever been?
No, but I've driven past on my way home.
It's good. You should check it out.
Well, she's lucky to have you.
Oh, my God! No!
What happened?
I don't know. I just found her like this.
She got loose somehow.
I don't understand.
She was fine when we got here.
I mean, if it happened to her,
what's to say it's not gonna happen to rest of us,
and why hasn't anybody come?
We're all gonna be okay.
We just need to figure out what's happening here
and find out how to get out.
They shouldn't even be here.
I'm sorry?
Last fall I was offered a teaching job in Philadelphia.
Angela wanted me to take it.
I convinced her to stay.
I think deep down I was scared to leave here.
This town is all I've ever known.
If I had just taken that job, my family would be safe now.
Maybe.
But you are here,
and if it weren't for you,
they might not have made it this far.
Will Olivia Dunham and Peter Bishop
please report to the biology lab at once?
Olivia and Peter to the biology lab. Thank you.
Peter?
Olivia?
I think I've worked out what's happened in this town.
When I examined Teresa's blood,
I found 92 chromosomes in her DNA.
Well, that's twice the genetic material
that should appear in any human being.
Okay, well, how is that possible?
Belly and I once combined a tiny portion of our Universe
with the alternate Universe in a goldfish bowl
in our lab.
Besides...
What it did to the goldfish, the effect on the physics
in the overlapping areas was catastrophic.
Gravity, electromagnetic fields--
Walter, what you're saying is the two Universes
merged together somehow? Yeah, I'm afraid I am.
Um...
These two circles...
Represent the respective Universes.
And this overlap is the town.
Now, for reasons that I am yet to deduce,
our Westfield has merged
with the Westfield from the alternate Universe,
trapping the three of us in the overlap.
Okay, well, how can two universes merging
drive an entire town insane?
Maybe the same thing that's happening to the town
is happening to the townspeople.
They're merging with their doppelgangers.
Which would explain why Teresa, uh,
thought her husband was alive and dead at the same time.
I mean, can you imagine being flooded with years
of experiences and memories that were not your own?
The mind-- unable to distinguish
between what's real and what is not.
Okay, well, can it be reversed?
Sadly, no.
I am afraid the damage is done.
So what are you saying, Walter,
that Olivia's-- What?
No, Olivia's blood was fine.
Did I fail to mention that?
Yes, you left that part out.
Oh, you're-- you're perfectly fine, dear.
Now, as with all of us,
it stands to reason that Cliff
and the other people here do not have doppelgangers
at present in the town in the alternate Universe.
But Cliff said that he turned down a job offer
in Philadelphia last fall.
Right, but in the alternate Universe,
he must've taken the job and moved his family.
Hey, Walter, could any of this happen naturally?
I-I-I-I don't see how.
When Belly and I merged just a tiny portion of the universes,
the energy required was tremendous.
I-I can't imagine an energy source
that would merge an entire town.
What about amphilocite?
Yes, that would do it.
You think that David Robert Jones is involved?
I don't know, but maybe that's why he was at the quarry.
Mining amphilocite, to do this.
But why? I mean, to what end?
Of course, if my theory's correct,
it presents a more pressing problem.
The effects I have just described--
t-they are just phase one.
What's phase two?
Agent Dunham, you need to see this.
That...
is phase two.
Lacey, come on.
Come away from there, honey.
Daddy, what's happening?
It's gonna be okay.
Go with mommy.
I just don't know what to do.
The two towns have merged together.
They're creating an excess of mass and energy
in the overlapping regions.
The fundamental forces of physics are colliding--
out of balance, destroying everything.
Well, isn't there anywhere we'll be safe?
No.
Two things cannot occupy the same space
without dire consequences.
Both towns will be destroyed and all of us with them.
There's nothing we can do.
M-maybe you should go and talk to him.
Me?
Well, I've seen how you two are together,
and he seems to respond to you.
Walter...
There must be something we can do.
You said that the forces of nature are colliding.
Do you think they could be offset by opposite forces?
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
The sum of equal and opposite vectors is--
is zero.
Very clever, Peter.
We need to find the place
where the opposite forces meet and cancel out.
Like the eye of the storm.
In a hurricane, the center is said to be the safest spot.
And after this thing is said and done,
it might be the only place that survives.
Of course.
We need to find the true center of the merger.
Okay, well, you do that. I'm gonna get us a ride.
Come on.
Okay, we need to get to a place
where we're gonna be safe from the destruction.
- Where? - We're working on it.
But we're gonna need vehicles to transport us there.
Now, we know that the phenomenon affects electronics,
so any fuel-injected engines won't work.
We need older cars, uh, any running models from the 1970s--
two, maybe three to transport everyone safely.
I might have a better idea.
We left town here.
And we entered for the first time here.
And Cliff said the first building to fall was the bank
here on river and highway.
Right. So, in order to find the bull's-eye...
Connect the points.
Divide in half.
Construct the perpendicular bisectors.
And extend to their intersection--
in the center here.
Cypress and Quimby.
We think the center's gonna be right there.
"Cypress and Quimby."
That looks about four miles from here.
If Peter's theory is correct,
it will be the only thing left standing when the town
collapses upon itself.
Need a ride?
It's okay. It's okay.
Daddy won't let anything happen to you. Go ahead.
Mommy.
Okay. Where am I going?
Okay, uh, Cypress and Quimby.
- Do you know that? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
There's a bike shop there.
Don't cry, dear.
We're going to a safe place.
We'll be fine. You'll see.
Peter!
Nice shot.
Okay, is everyone all right?
I think we better get moving.
Okay.
We did it.
Well, that's not moving!
Okay, everyone, we're on foot from here!
Make sure you stay together.
Come on, run!
Go, go, go!
That the last of them? Yes.
Come on!
Daddy!
Let's go, let's go!
Everybody inside!
Walter, what are you doing? Come on, get inside.
Peter. Peter, you were right.
This is it. This is the eye of the storm.
Great.
We'll be fine.
We--we'll be safe here.
Daddy, I'm scared.
So loud.
Understood.
Coordinate with C.O.C. and keep me apprised of any changes.
Anything?
Search teams just checked in.
They scanned the entire area.
No other survivors.
- And it gets worse. - How?
During the search, we found several unusual devices.
We're not sure how the technology works,
but they were placed around the perimeter of the town.
David Robert Jones.
Hazmat detected trace amounts of amphilocite.
What would David Robert Jones have to gain
by destroying a town
that people didn't even know was here to begin with?
I don't know.
But the amount of amphilocite recovered from those devices
is only a fraction of Jones' stockpile.
Sir, we've got Director Norris.
Go home.
I can take it from here.
Hey.
How is Lacey holding up?
It's just a sprain. She's fine.
She's strong.
And how are you?
My home...
everything I've ever known--
how did they just disappear?
I wish I knew.
Even if you did,
you probably wouldn't be able to tell me, right?
The Bureau is gonna help you with temporary housing
until you get back on your feet.
Well, we have each other.
No matter what happens, we'll face it together.
Beautiful.
See you tomorrow.
You're leaving?
But I-I've made crepes--
breakfast for dinner.
Second most important meal of the day.
- I'm sorry, Walter. - I didn't know.
- Will you take a rain check? - Of course.
First thing tomorrow morning, I promise.
And maybe by that time Broyles will have allowed
us access to the machine.
Oh, yes.
We can resume our efforts to get you home.
Peter...
Good night.
Good night, Walter.
Hey, come in.
Hey.
I hope you don't mind. I was just in the neighborhood.
Thought I'd stop by to see how you're feeling.
No, why would I?
I'm gonna pour you a drink.
What is that that smells so fantastic?
What do you mean?
It's Friday. I ordered Famiano's.
W-whoa.
Olivia.
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