They're on their way to you now.
We'll be waiting for them.
Put your hands up.
Previously on Fringe:
His name is David Robert Jones.
He was looking for a mineral named amphylicite.
Enough to blow a hole in the universe.
That tracker we had on Jones?
How did he pinpoint the wavelength that quickly?
- Colonel Broyles? We lost him. - Roger that.
You think someone from our team told him?
You have a better idea?
- Officer down! - Who knew?
- We gotta find out. - Hey, Linc.
Liv. I've been blown up before. This is nothing.
- What's going on? - Captain Lee.
He didn't make it.
I don't like funerals.
I never know what I'm suppose to say.
There's nothing you can say.
This isn't right.
Our children aren't supposed to die before we do.
We're gonna do everything to find who's responsible...
and bring them to justice.
I give you my word.
Thank you.
I'm rather unclear. In exchange for this reduced sentence...
what do you expect from me?
I believe that David Robert Jones has a mole in the Department of Defense.
Among other things...
someone tipped him off about the location of a prisoner transport...
which allowed his men to ambush my team...
and kill my partner.
So you're gonna tell me who tipped off Jones.
This is your last chance.
One-time-only offer, signed by the secretary of defense.
You're making a mistake. I will find him.
And soon Jones and everyone who worked for him...
will find themselves rotting in a cell just like you.
Well, you needn't worry about me, Agent Dunham.
You see, I'm not gonna be here very long.
It's your world you ought to be concerned about...
because as bad as you think things are now...
things are gonna get much worse.
Can anyone here tell me what we are in the business of doing?
We are in the business of making money.
Do you agree, Mr. Delman?
- Yes, Mr. Bauer. - Can you explain why...
Hamilton and I had to cancel our flight to Baltimore this morning?
Um, well, uh...
Because...
Because you and your associates failed to finish the presentation.
- Yes, Mr. Bauer. - You're telling me this company...
has to forfeit on one of its largest accounts because you didn't do your job.
- Is that right? - Yes, sir.
Well, then, it should come as no surprise to anyone in this room...
especially you, Mr. Delman, you're...
What the hell's happening? Let me go!
I can't move!
Somebody get me down!
It's a miracle we made it. You drive like a daredevil.
For the 11th time, Walter, I drive the speed limit.
Most automobile fatalities occur driving between work and home.
- Yeah, so does most driving. - Ascot, look!
It's my son and his girlfriend.
I called your house last night, Peter. You didn't answer.
That's because I was out.
With Agent Dunham, I presume? Making up for lost time.
You wanna let us know what we're in for?
Well, about an hour ago, two men were killed in this building simultaneously.
Witnesses say they were both lifted several feet in the air...
and driven back down to the ground by some unseen force.
They died on impact.
The bones in the lower half of his body are completely shattered.
- Feel this. - Oh, please, can I?
- He's dead, Peter. You can't hurt him. - Not really what I was concerned about.
I'm seeing similar injuries.
How come out of this entire building, it happened to these two?
The wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all unrighteous men.
Romans 1:18.
That's the theory?
The hand of God reached down from the skies...
and punished these people for their sins?
One could argue that God kills us all...
though typically not in such a direct manner.
His spinal column is crushed...
hip bone pushed up through his torso.
- All injuries consistent with impact. - Yeah, sure, but from that height...
the fall couldn't possibly have produced the velocity to do that.
No, you're right.
These injuries would require much more velocity.
So tell me exactly what happened.
He was, uh, yelling.
And I thought for sure he was gonna fire me.
He's yelled at us before, but not like this.
I've never seen him so angry.
And then, all of a sudden, he was pulled up out of his chair...
by, like, this invisible hand or something.
Excuse me.
- What you got? - It's a laceration of some sort.
Could you check the other victim's abdomen for abrasions, dear?
Yeah. I got one here too. It's just above the waist.
What do you think could have caused that?
I'm not sure yet.
A seatbelt.
Look at the way the laceration extends across the waist.
If these people weren't in an office, you'd swear they were in a car crash.
We have a third victim.
Broyles just called. Apparently, they found a man who died...
in his apartment in Brooklyn.
His injuries and time of death are consistent with the men here.
And he was a pilot.
Yes! Yes! Yes.
The crushed spinal column, the broken femurs.
These men's wounds are consistent with a plane crash. Brilliant, dear.
How could these people have been in a plane crash if neither was in a plane?
Right. There is that.
Hmm.
I might have an idea.
Sir, the Other Side was correct. There was a plane crash.
- When did it happen? - Approximately 90 minutes ago.
Just after takeoff, from an airfield in Teaneck.
- Casualties? - Two men and the pilot.
You're just the person I wanted to see.
Coordinate with NTSB to take the wreckage and bodies.
Yes, sir.
- I've narrowed it down to 108 names. - A hundred and eight names?
Everyone who had operational clearance and would've known about the transport.
I want to initiate background checks and electronic surveillance.
You're talking about investigating our own people.
Many of whom work for DOD and outrank both of us.
Sir, Jones has been a step ahead of us the whole way.
He knew we were coming and moved his entire shapeshifter operation.
When we were tracking him, he knew what frequency we were on.
Someone inside tipped off Nina Sharp and got Lincoln killed.
I understand.
But this level of surveillance comes with a lot of red tape.
I'll cut through it.
In the meantime, I need you on something else.
A charter plane crashed in New Jersey this morning, killing everyone onboard.
It also killed their counterparts on the Other Side.
- How is that possible? - I don't know.
I want you to report to the bridge and pick up the other Fringe Division.
We'll be investigating this together.
Yes, sir.
- Agent Dunham? Are you ready? - Uh, almost. Ahem.
I like to empty my bladder before a long trip.
You do realize we're just walking through a door?
Better safe than sorry.
- We're ready, sergeant. - Dr. Walter Bishop?
Yes, that's me. Walter Bishop, Consultant.
Place your hand on the screen, please.
- Do you have a pacemaker? - No.
Have you been diagnosed with small pox?
- No. - Tuberculosis?
- No. No. - Malaria?
- Are you on any medications? - Several. Mostly recreational.
It's okay.
Per treaty code 5891-J, once you cross over...
you will be subject to the same laws...
as any naturalized citizen of the Other Side.
- Do you understand? - I do.
Initiate scan.
Scan complete.
Walter, you sure you don't want me to go with you?
I'm sure, dear. Once Peter receives the bodies at the lab...
he'll need your help to examine them.
And when I've collected samples from the bodies on the Other Side...
I'll return and we can compare the two.
Besides, I'm sure you lovebirds could use a little time together.
- Walter... - And thank you for trusting me.
This is a really big step for me.
Ah. My escort is here.
By "escort" I don't mean "prostitute."
- Good to see you. - You too.
Shall we?
How is she doing?
As well as can be expected, considering she just lost her partner.
She wants to find the people responsible.
Yeah, I hope she does.
She's lucky to have your help, Lincoln.
Take care of Walter.
I will.
- Agent Dunham. - Sergeant.
- These two are with me. - What is this?
Uh, it's a list of hotspots where the damage is the worst.
I see.
It's, uh, getting better, though. The bridge is helping to heal our world.
- You're all set. - Thank you.
Oh, Agent Dunham? Sorry to hear about Agent Lee.
He was a good man.
Thank you.
- I wanted to bring a casserole. - A casserole?
Well, in times of grief, people need to eat.
But, apparently, it's forbidden to transport perishables...
between the universes.
Dr. Bishop, do you have a theory how a plane crash in one universe...
can kill people in the other? - No, not yet.
All our years researching the relationship between the universes...
Belly and I were successfully able to transport matter...
from one side to the other...
even to merge tiny portions of both universes.
But it never occurred to us that an event that happened in one universe...
would cause a reaction in the other.
Do you think someone that could have caused this?
On purpose?
- Anything's possible. Even Santa Claus. - Why?
Think Jones had something to do with this?
Nina Sharp said things were about to get a lot worse...
and then about an hour later, this happened.
It's possible.
But if Jones caused this...
he's conceived of something Belly and I never did.
- What are you looking for? - Not looking, listening.
You hear that?
That's a perfect G.
- A hand. - Heh.
I removed it from one of the victims on our side.
You couldn't bring over a casserole, but a severed hand is okay?
Shh, shh, shh.
That's a G. That's incorrect. It should be a C.
You see, each universe vibrates at its own specific frequency.
So everything from this universe would vibrate at a G...
and everything from our universe at C.
Somehow the victims on our side...
were made to vibrate at the frequency of this universe.
So you're saying that the doppelgangers were somehow linked across universes?
- Yes, it would seem so. - How?
- How were the bodies retuned? - That's a good question.
- You think that's what killed them? - Another good question. I don't think so.
I suggest it was the plane crash that killed them...
not the retuning, as you call it.
But it stands to reason that somehow the events were linked.
- Have you recovered the black box yet? - What's a black box?
From the plane, the cockpit recorder.
Uh, we don't have that.
But satellites record all communication in-flight.
Two-Eight-Niner, departure radar has you at 8000 feet.
Maintain a heading of 220.
Idlewild Control, we appear to be running into some turbulence.
Request permission to climb another three...
Say again, Two-Eight-Niner.
Mayday!
Would you like for me to play that again?
No.
That won't be necessary.
My hypothesis was correct.
Whatever merged the frequencies of the two universes, destabilized the aircraft.
Whoever's responsible, must have attached some sort of device to the craft.
Okay. Well, what if you're right? I mean, why?
It doesn't feel like an assassination. So, what is it, a threat?
What are they trying to prove?
I haven't the slightest.
- Sorry that I'm late. - No matter.
Gave me time to enjoy my tea.
I must say, matcha is one of the few things I'm going to miss.
How did our experiment with the plane go?
Better than we expected.
Do you have a preference for this next one?
Surprise me.
- Hey, you. - Hey.
How was the service?
It was difficult.
- I'm so sorry. - It's fine.
- How's Chris? - He's good.
Can't stop talking about some girl in his class.
If I could get him to pay half as much attention to his work...
as he does to those girls.
- Where is he? - Ha, ha. He's in the living room.
We've been entertaining your friend.
What friend?
Oh, hey, Dad.
Hello, Phillip.
I'm just catching up with Christopher here.
He really is a remarkable young man.
It's a pleasure to finally meet him.
We have protocols for making contact.
Showing up in my home isn't one of them.
I see where my showing up unannounced would be worrying.
But I wanted to bring this to you...
personally.
I understand it's a tad overdue.
Christopher's responding extraordinarily well to treatment.
It's hard to imagine that a few months ago he was in constant pain.
His eyesight was gone.
- That he was... - Dying.
Every parent's nightmare.
Christopher, come help me in the kitchen.
I certainly don't envy what you've been through.
You notice the way your wife looks at him.
It's as if she's witnessing a miracle.
But there aren't miracles.
That's what you're here to remind me, am I right?
I'm sure you were dismayed after the unfortunate incident with Agent Lee.
I buried an agent today. A good man.
And I'm also well aware that Agent Lee isn't the first casualty of our...
collaboration.
Someday, I'll have to account for what I've done but...
But you can't lose your boy.
Love makes us vulnerable.
But it also makes us human, I suppose.
Is there anything else?
No. Not yet.
But I will be calling on you very shortly.
Right here is fine.
I'm going to Liberty Heights.
What's that?
Did you find everything you were looking for?
That'll be 18.47.
Astrid, we're here.
According to the cops, the cab went over the bridge at exactly 6:37.
Same time the victim died on the Other Side.
Hello.
My team's online. We're just standing by.
I'm ready whenever they are.
It's nice to see you again.
Yes.
Um...
I brought you something.
Oh, no, no, it's okay. I got permission.
You like it?
I never thought that I was going to taste this again.
Oh, here they are.
Hello?
Can you tell Agent Dunham that our victim's name is Nancy Guerring.
According to her Show Me, she is from Malden, Massachusetts.
Hey, there you are.
Domesticated badgers, really? As pets?
Okay, come on, Walter. We need you.
Olivia, their victim's name is Nancy Guerring.
Same here.
Nancy Elizabeth Guerring.
Ask if her left arm is broken.
Is her left arm broken?
Yup.
Hey, Astrid, can you ask Walter what it is I'm looking for?
What this device might look like?
Dr. Bishop says that a device this powerful is probably rather large.
Uh, Peter...
Walter says the device could be rather large.
Or it might be small.
Actually, I don't think he has any idea what it looks like.
I got something.
Hold on. We found something.
What is it?
Amphylicite.
Jones.
Have we found a similar device at the crash site?
No. But considering the wreckage, it could have been destroyed.
Dr. Bishop, do you have any idea what Jones is trying to do?
He's done it twice...
originating once in each universe.
So why? He must have a reason.
Of course he has a reason. Problem is, I don't know what it is.
Sorry.
It's been a long day. Maybe after a good night's sleep...
I think you're right.
Although the pillow I was given last night left me with a terrible crick.
Apparently, this universe hasn't discovered memory foam.
Walter, you can stay at my place. I got a spare room.
I appreciate that, thank you.
And I shall refrain from sleeping naked.
Well, that is good to know. Heh.
Okay, I'm gonna get my bag.
Colonel Broyles.
I wanted to apologize.
- For what? - For snapping at you.
It's not you I'm angry with.
None of what Jones is doing would be possible without the right conditions.
I created those conditions by crossing over all those years ago.
Had I not done that...
we wouldn't be in this situation now.
Dr. Bishop.
May I ask you something?
Of course.
If you had to do it all over again...
would you make the same choice?
If you had you asked me that question a few months ago...
the answer would have been no.
But now that I have met my adult son, got to know him...
I don't know that I'd do anything differently.
Agent Dunham, I ran the names. Cell records, electronic communications.
I'm sorry. What?
The list of 108 names that you gave to Colonel Broyles.
He got clearance and asked me to look into them.
- You find anything? - I ran the data twice.
There is nothing to implicate any of them.
Nothing at all out of the ordinary.
Do you want me to run the information for a third time?
No. It's okay. Thank you, though.
Do you wanna tell me what this is?
No.
All you need to know is what you're to do with it.
Take it to Liberty Island, to what I believe you call the bridge...
and affix it to the control panel on the machine.
You do realize that machine is healing our worlds?
I do.
Need I remind you who I am healing?
No hurry.
Anytime before sundown tomorrow should be fine.
So your mother tells me you have some good news.
I told her not to say anything.
She didn't. That's all she said.
I'm waiting to hear it from you. So spill it.
Okay.
So today at recess, a bunch of the guys were playing hitball.
And when they started picking the teams, I got picked first.
That's great.
No, Dad, you don't understand.
I got picked first. Me.
- So who won the game? - We did.
- Now that's good news. - It gets better.
- Really? - Yeah.
So Stacy, this girl in my class...
told Danny that she likes me.
Can you believe that?
Dad, no one's ever liked me.
I'm glad you had a good day.
- Goodnight, Chris. - Goodnight, Dad.
Can't you sleep? Is the bed too hard?
No, I was sleeping like a baby.
Sadly, my bladder was not.
You're a lot like her, you know.
The other Olivia.
She has trouble sleeping too when there's an open case.
It's not the case.
It's the evidence from Lincoln's murder.
I see.
Are you looking for something in particular?
A mole.
The night that he died, we were transporting a prisoner...
and someone must have let Jones' men know the location of our convoy...
and then he sent his people to ambush us.
I'm sorry, I don't usually drink.
And my ex, Frank, he left this here when he moved out and...
Are these the rest of Frank's belongings?
Heh, no.
That's everything that Lincoln had left in Fringe Division.
And I am supposed to give it to his parents.
And I just can't face them...
not until I got something more to tell them.
I thought this would give me courage. All it's done is make me feel a bit sick.
Well, I have just the thing for that.
Some people swear by hair of the dog...
but I prefer nature's sponge, the egg.
It won't be long.
I'm missing something. I know I am, Walter.
Then I suggest you sleep on it.
Our brains are remarkable instruments.
They can process evidence even when we're not conscious.
Yeah, but that's the thing. There is no evidence.
I mean, there is absolutely nothing...
linking any of the likely suspects to the crime.
Then perhaps it's time to give some thought...
to the dog that did not bark.
I don't understand.
Sherlock Holmes.
Fictitious detective.
Penchant for cocaine?
- No, not on this side. - Mm.
The point is, no evidence is evidence in and of itself.
Okay.
So, what if our mole is covering his tracks?
Then it would have to be someone pretty high up on the food chain.
I mean, someone with enough clearance to alter classified details.
How about Colonel Broyles?
No. Broyles? No way.
You know him better than I do.
But in the case of a mole, no one should be above suspicion.
Frankly, I'm still upset about Nixon.
I don't suppose you brought me my breakfast?
Is there a reason for the additional privacy?
I just wanted to tell you in person that we found our mole.
We have Colonel Broyles in custody.
He told us everything.
He won't be able to set you free anymore.
You really have no idea.
Phillip is irrelevant.
He's just another pawn.
This changes nothing, Agent Dunham.
I know Jones. And he will come for me.
Perhaps.
Unless you're just another pawn.
- She just confirmed it's Broyles. - For all we know, Nina Sharp is lying.
Why would she lie to me? What does she have to gain?
- Maybe she knew you were bluffing. - Agents.
I've been asking around.
No one has seen Colonel Broyles come in today.
I checked, and his subcutaneous tracker was disabled two hours ago.
Should we be worried?
Good morning, sir. Your Show Me, please?
Thank you.
- How you doing today? - Fine, thanks.
Sir...
you are good to go.
Okay. Well, thank you, Diane.
I'm really sorry to have bothered you at home. Bye.
Colonel Broyles' Show Me was just swiped at Liberty Island.
- What's he doing there? - Bridge is there.
The secretary of defense. He could be doing any number of things.
Let's go.
Agent Dunham?
- Did Colonel Broyles come through? - About 10 minutes ago.
Hey! You haven't been cleared.
Come on.
I got your message.
Colonel Broyles just turned himself in.
He told us everything.
I'm sorry.
Well, dear, I guess this is it.
Thank you for everything.
Don't judge him.
No one can be certain exactly what they're capable of...
how far they'll go, to save the ones they love.
I know this more than most.
Keep an eye on this universe, will you?
I've grown quite fond of it.
See, I'm surprised that you're not going back with him.
I told you I'd help find the people who killed your partner. And mine.
And until we do that, I am not going anywhere.
Look, it might not feel like it now...
but it does get better.
Walter. What's up? We got here as quick as we could.
I know why he did it twice. I know what he's doing.
- Okay. - It was a test.
The damage we saw was irrelevant.
- He was just taking readings. - What readings?
He wanted to find a common denominator.
A frequency that could link both universes.
So, whatever he did over there would happen over here. We already know that.
No. That was just a start.
Had Colonel Broyles uploaded this device into the machine...
it would make it possible for Jones to do something much worse.
Like what?
He could collapse both universes.